#bc i dropped it in the sink T_T

[jeremyrennerofficial]

I BROKE MY FUCKING PHONE GODDAMNIT

[sl33py-g4m3r]

trying my hand once again to grow something~~

tried to sprout a peach seed once in 2013, didn't work~~

try to grow green onions from root ends from the supermarket, they died~~

try to sprout and grow an assortment of apple seeds~~ same result

dry squash seeds and forget about them on my table~~~ so I got a bunch of dry squash seeds that are hopefully viable ?

there was also a time where I accidentally dropped a bean down the sink drain, and it sprouted and started growing in the pipe, was also 2013, freak accident that was~~~

now trying to grow some mint from a mint plant that came out of the ground with some of the root attached~~

potted it, watered it, and stuck it back outside cause I figure it's acclimated to outside~~ and not a slightly air conditioned apartment, plus more sun~~ the only time sun gets in my apartment is in the winter when the sun is lower~~

gonna be sad if it dies too~~ its an easy plant for beginner gardeners, so some websites said~~

my cactus is growing fine tho~~ so I guess I can grow something~~ it even sprouted flowers last winter~~~ I hope it does it again~~~~ go cactus go~~~

please survive mint~~~ free mint tea as long as the mint stays alive~~

last time I tried to grow mint, and planted it outside near the wall of the apartment I live at, they just weed whacked it down when it started to actually grow~~~ T_T;;

edit: MY MINT ISN'T WILTY~~~~ I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE BC IT WAS WHEN IT WAS POTTED AND IN THE HOUSE, TIME OUTSIDE AND WATERED IT ISN'T WILTY~~~~~~

GO MINT GO~~~~

[amtrak12]

I'm going to do this ask meme that no one asked me for because I printed and filed about 100 CAD drawings today in the physical office building!!! so you can't stop me :P (Also we used to do this all the time back on LiveJournal without anyone asking first. It's called INFLICTING MY FAVORITES ONTO MY FRIENDS LIST 😆 and I'm bringing it back!)

Lucifer Ask Meme

Favorite Male Character:

🚨Error 404🚨 favorite not found -- but I suppose Lucifer by default??? Although, I have a big ol' soft spot for Amenadiel too. I named my second Chromecast after him 🥰 lol

Favorite Female Character:

EVE who should've been in far more episodes than she was. 😡 Who do I sue for that?

Least Favorite Character:

We're going main cast only here, because villains were never in the running. I'm gonna say.... Dan -- BUT I DON'T HATE HIM like I did during my initial watch! It's important to me that you know that! In fact, by this point, I genuinely love him.... I just love him the least out of everyone lol

(Although, if you go by who I want to explore in fic the least, I'd probably say Ella. Because I will happily write Dan/Dan related fic any day of the week. He has too much juicy stuff to explore in each of his relationships with Chloe, Trixie, and Charlotte.) (... yes, I know I haven't written any fic for him yet. But I would!!!)

Prettiest Character:

EVE! My answer is always Eve

My bb 🥰🥰🥰 ignore my unskilled photoshopping pls

Funniest Character:

Trixie 😂 Or do I have to pick an adult character? Because then I'll say Charlotte Richards because Tricia Helfer being a snarky asshole is always hilarious. Also she's prettier than Lucifer and I won't apologize for saying it 😜

Favorite Season:

SEASON TWO! The one where Chloe and Lucifer fell in love 😍😍😍 Unless you put season 4 in front of my face, in which case my favorite is season 4 because EVE (and also the God tier -- pun intended -- soap drama in the S4 plots. It's good shit XD)

(No I'm 100% serious, Chloe nearly poisoned Lucifer with the aim to perma-ban him to Hell!!! I don't understand why everyone is so mad about it still???? That's a true romance story to me. 😍 The epitome of the Third Act's Darkest Hour if I ever saw one LOLOLOL)

Favorite Episode:

2.13 A Good Day to Die -- that Unsteady scored montage tho!!!!! *swoons* (Yes, I put a YouTube link to watch it. No, I don't care if you've never seen the show before. It's good shit!!!!!) (probably not as good out of context, but again DON'T CARE! 🥰)

Favorite Romantic Ship:

Deckerstar (Lucifer/Chloe). Obviously, yes, Maze/Eve are prettier

Like even their (entirely unedited bc I'm lazy) silhouettes are prettier. I UNDERSTAND THE FACTS, YOU GUYS! However, Lucifer/Chloe are messier, and as a fic writer, I'm going to give the edge to messy. 👍

Favorite Family Ship:

Trixie with her parents (Chloe and Dan) T_T LOOK! The parent/child relationships are a big reason this show managed to sink its hooks into me. (Well... that and the S3 finale wing scene 👀 oops)

(Bonus category, my LEAST favorite family ship: God with each and every one of his children ROTFL 😆 Terrible father. Maybe an okay god idk! But a garbage father. 👎)

Favorite Friendship:

Maze & Linda! (But Maze & Chloe desperately needed to be explored more in later seasons. It's so RUDE how the writers basically dropped them after Maze moved out. Also there's a TOOOOOON of untapped potential in a Chloe-Eve friendship, I'm just saying 👀👀👀)

Worst Ship:

CHLOE/CAIN! 🤮🤮🤮 Obviously they post-date the term by a lot, but this is exactly the kind of ship the word 'squick' was coined for *shudders*

And because I can't leave this on such an icky note....

Funniest Unspoken Joke in the Entire Show:

Charlotte wearing a shirt with Chloe's face on it while Dan gives her the big 'all in' relationship speech. NO ONE POINTS IT OUT IN ANY WAY! But I am fucking dying. 🤣🤣🤣 It's impossible to convey why this is so funny to those of you who haven't seen the show, but here's a Powerpoint slide to try. (click to enlarge, alt text available)

@ Whoever wrote/staged this scene: I'm kissing you on the mouth. 12/10 no notes. 🤣👍👍

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you and jungkook are just two young souls deeply in love.

> fluff / wc: 2.7k

> warnings: burn out from overworking . it’s been a stressful time for you bc of deadlines </3 you and me are one . a fish dying?

note: as always lmk what you think hehe sorry for typos and errors i still miss some of them even after proofreading T_T

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“i feel great.” you grin delightfully at jungkook, chest heaving up and down as you clutch the half empty bottle of cold water in your hand. the cold air inside the convenience store gives you much needed relief after being out and about under the sun for hours.

he’s too busy chugging on his own water bottle to verbally respond, but the corners of his lips rising into a smile tells you enough. it’s been a while since you’ve went for a run with jungkook at the park by the river. the endless amount of deadlines to be met rendered you prisoner in your shared home, only allowing you the time to eat and sleep before you need to get back into work again.

i just want to get everything done as soon as possible, you’d whine as you bury your face in your boyfriend’s chest during the break he reminds you that you need atleast every two hours. this is how you’ve always operated — giving it everything you’ve got until you drop. you and jungkook are awfully similar in that way. you both know this. that’s why you’ve made it a thing to snap the other out of it and to remind them to take a breather. your overall wellbeing is the top priority in any given situation.

let’s take a break so we don’t get burnt out. have some snacks, my love. you’re reading the book upside down. baby, don’t get too close to the screen. it’s bad for your eyes. hmm, i think the third one is the best version. the words will come to you when you clear your mind from worries, come back to bed. you made a mistake? i didn’t even notice. you’re a pro! you’re doing so well. you work so hard. i’m so proud of you. do you want me to sing you to sleep?

with jungkook’s unwavering love and care, you finished all your works without completely turning into an insane person. to be honest, you’re not expecting the best of results. but you tried the best you could at the time. you’re well past blaming yourself for things you can no longer control. what matters the most is the present.

the present, you say? as in jungkook letting you have a taste of his mango flavored popsicle, your hand holding on to his wrist. you lick your lips to savor the sweet flavor, humming in satisfaction. you tap your watermelon flavored popsicle against his lips next, and he eagerly copies your actions from earlier. he looks into your eyes with mischief sparkling from his own, lips forming a smirk. he moans dramatically, raising his eyebrows after.

“you are insufferable.” you roll your eyes at his playful antics. the simple touch of his soft grip on your wrist feels comforting somehow, more so when his thumb brushes repeatedly against your skin. it’s almost a natural reflex. appreciating every inch of you every second of every day.

he leans forward, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. wet and sticky. messy and addicting. with the yellow-orange hues of the sky passing through the glass and kissing his honey skin, he asks you with a childish grin. “exchange deal?”

you walk out of the convenience store holding hands. you’re devouring the mango popsicle after exchanging with jungkook once each of your own was already half-eaten. you pretty much share everything with each other. popsicles. clothes. lip balm. perfume. home. the bathroom sink. the pack of cotton balls. the jar of strawberry jam. the blanket. the childhood experience of buying a pet fish and the said pet fish dying the next day. the progress and high score in your ps5 games. families. secrets. dreams. warmth. love.

“can we do this every sunday?” you ask him out of the blue, hopeful eyes looking at his face. you notice the artifical red color of the popsicle has spread on his lips, making them look more kissable.

he nods his head without second thought. “of course, baby. we could do it more often if only you don’t wake up at noon.” he chuckles before biting off the small remaining piece of the cold treat from the wooden stick.

these days, his schedules usually take place in the afternoon. too bad you’re not a morning person. never was. tried. failed. miserably. your day often starts at one in the afternoon. awfully disconnected from the real world, you must admit.

“you like sunset more than sunrise.”

as if on cue, his head whips up to admire the sky. splashes of yellow, orange, blue, and purple. “that’s true. let’s do this every sunday.”

“okay.” you hide a content smile, going back to eating your popsicle as you walk all the way home. when you reach the spot where you need to cross the road, jungkook’s protective hold crawls up to your wrist to keep you secure by his side. there are no pedestrian lane and traffic lights here, so he often stresses the importance of crossing the street carefully since you frequently visit the convenience store.

he looks to the left and to the right, waiting for the perfect timing. it’s already 5pm which means the rush hours are starting. vehicles moving at a hurried pace continue to pass by. he gives up for a moment, choosing to look at you instead. you’ve finished the popsicle, the stick sitting between your teeth because there’s no trash can in sight.

“you’re so pretty.”

his random compliment makes you giggle. you remove the stick between your teeth. “i’m all dirty and sweaty.”

“you’re pretty nonetheless. this is the happiest i’ve seen you in weeks.” the fond look on his face makes you feel safe.

“thank you. for being with me in my miserable weeks and happy weeks.”

you don’t miss the slight blush on his cheeks. “you do the same for me.”

“well, you’re my best friend.”

jungkook finally finds the opportunity to cross the road, his hand wrapping around yours to lead you. you’re forced to speed walk because the taxi ahead have no plans in slowing down.

“asshole.” he mutters under his breath. you catch up by his side, grimacing because you can feel yourself starting to sweat again.

as you continue your walk, an idea pops in your mind. you voice it out immediately. “let’s go on a bicycle date too.”

“when was the last time you rode a bicycle?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“i don’t know. when i was like eight, i think?” you giggle at the old image in your head, swerving to the right and falling into the pond. “i’ll figure it out somehow.”

he shakes his head in amusement. “let’s set the date once we order elbow and knee pads for you.”

you click your tongue, slightly offended. “everyone’s just going to mistake the scars from childhood, you know?”

“fine. just don’t whine while i disinfect your wounds.” he taunts you playfully.

you stick out your tongue at him, your next words contradicting your actions. “i’m not a baby.”

“sure, sure.” he hums, avoiding your eyes by looking away.

you scoff. it’s your turn to mutter the word, “asshole.”

as you walk by the playground, something catches your eyes. “jungkook,” you tug at his shirt to catch his full attention, halting on your tracks.

“look!” you point at the abandoned box of sidewalk chalks, various colors used to decorate the lifeless grey pavement. all the kids went home already, the playground deserted. it makes nostalgia overflow in your chest, spilling over to get translated into childish excitement as you excitedly tug your boyfriend to the spot.

you sit down with legs crossed on the ground, jungkook copying your position beside you. his bright laughter fills the air, unable to hide how giddy he is as you.

“the kids drew animals.” he uses the blue chalk to write the name of the animals under the poorly but cutely drawn pictures. you join him, bending forward on your knees to write the words tiger and frog with a yellow chalk. the chalk dust falls down like heavy snow on a winter day.

you notice the drawing of a bunny. jungkook already wrote the name under it, and you write down his name enclosed in an open and close parenthesis as an endearing little joke. you look at his face to watch his reaction, and you’re not disappointed when he giggles and lightly bumps his head against yours. his adorable bunny teeth make you unexplainably happy. it’s the little things about him you find yourself often hopelessly adoring.

“i’m gonna draw a fairy tree.” he announces, already holding the brown chalk. “i hope it doesn’t run out before i finish.” and you hope to god it really doesn’t or else he’s going to run to the store to buy more chalk just to finish his artwork. in fear of that happening, you rummage through the box and find another brown one. and two different shades of green. there are a few other duplicates. you empty the box on the ground to make it easier for the both of you.

“draw to your heart’s extent, my love.”

that gains you an appreciative kiss on the lips before he comes back to his one great love: art. you busy yourself with drawing clouds with faces. a happy cloud on a sunny day. a crying cloud on a rainy day, raindrops pouring down from it. an angry cloud on a stormy day, eliciting thunder bolts.

hanging low on the sky, the sun watches over you as it prepares to hide from sight to let the moon shine bright. it sighs dreamily, enamoured with the sight of such pure souls intertwined by unfeigned love.

later on, jungkook brings out his phone to play music. you quickly recognize it to be one of chopin’s nocturnes, as you often listen to his pieces in the quiet moments in your life. usually when reading or taking a bath or staring out the window on a pouring day (it counts as quiet because your ears turn numb from how loud it is sometimes).

“really?” you look back at him, pleasantly surprised by his choice. your backs are already facing each other as you draw flowers all over the remaining space on the pavement, determined to make the playground look as colorful as possible.

“isn’t this romantic?” he asks with hazy eyes, heart fully content if ever time is to stop in this moment forever.

“so romantic. i feel happy.” you answer truthfully. “big thanks to the kids who got dragged home they left their chalk behind.” at that, he throws his head back laughing like a little kid.

you bask in the comfortable silence that comes after, the classical music and the subtle sound of chalk gliding across the cemented ground providing a peaceful and intimate ambiance. you keep yourself busy with drawing a rainbow. god knows how much you needed this. someone. something. anyone. anything. to remind you how much you truly love life. you’ve spent the past month thinking about the parts of it that you hate — the parts of it that you want to discard. it may sound dramatic, but when you’ve faced more than enough hardships in your life, there comes a point when minor conveniences set you off easily because they start to look like major punishments from the universe itself.

that’s one of the million reasons you’re grateful to love and be loved by jungkook. you read a phrase once that says to love you is to be in love with everything. you think it describes jungkook’s influence in your life perfectly. it’s a rare happenstance to fall in love with living in the process of loving a person. trial and error. forlorn searching. not meant to be. but you’re a member of the lucky ones club.

“babe, your little drawings are so cute. i love the clouds.” he snickers. “the angry one looks like you.”

jungkook. oh, jungkook.

your brain is too busy faling in love with him all over again to react to his silly little joke. “oh my god, you are crazy. like you scare me.”

you gape at the fairy tree he drew. there’s a small door at the very bottom, scattered mushrooms beside the roots. a big hole in the middle of the trunk as the bedroom. a bed with blue, yellow, and pink pillows propped up and even a white curtain with purple polkda dots drawn to the side. a tire is hanging on one of the side branches. green vines wrap themselves around the trunk and branches, subtly forming a few hearts here and there. the giant tree grows orange and violet flowers. you notice a sky blue kite sticking out from the leaves, obviously stuck.

“you drew that much details with sidewalk chalk? you’re crazy.”

“that’s still a compliment, right?” he chuckles, leaning his chin on your shoulder as he embraces you from the back. it’s already dark outside. the indigo sky does not prove enough light for you to properly study his work of art, so you had to shine your phone’s flashlight on it.

“are you kidding? baby, you’re insanely talented. like you just put your all in everything you do no matter how small or big the task is. and they always turn out to be perfect.” you gush to your boyfriend, opening your camera to take countless of pictures.

“thank you, my love. send the pictures to me later so i can post on instagram.” he requests with a cheeky smile on his face, quite proud of how his little project turned out.

you mutter an ‘okay’. your dreamy eyes wander all over the details and the colors and the techniques he used to achieve the results. “this is so pretty. it makes me want to live in a tree.” you breath comes out airy, still in much awe.

this makes him laugh, his breath tickling your skin. “you know what? we should live in a cottage someday. it’s one of my dreams.”

you gasp at his words, not expecting this from him. “excuse me. one of your what? why am i only hearing this now?”

“it’s a secret. i’m planning to surprise you with it in the future. like twenty, thirty years from now. so plenty of time for you to forget all about it!” he sounds too cheerful for a person who just spilled a two year kept secret.

you turn around to face him, shaking his shoulders in an attempt to knock some sense into him and to make him understand how much this means to you. “you know it’s one of my fantasies. how am i supposed to forget about it?!”

“what did you eat for dinner three days ago?” he widens his bambi eyes, quizzing you to prove his point.

you freeze. oh, this is unfair and cruel. “the two things are not comparable!”

he shrugs his shoulders, feigning innocence. “just don’t think about it for now.” he kisses the corner of your lips and pulls away with a patronizing smile.

the lamp posts turn on one by one. he looks around and his lips form an ‘o’. “i think that’s our cue to leave. let’s go home and freshen up, baby.”

you let him drag you away from the playground, but your whining doesn’t get left behind there. “what do you mean surprise me? on my 40th birthday? on my 50th? oh, maybe yours? or our anniversary?”

“i will not satisfy your questions with an answer.”

“a cottage? in the countryside? with a lake nearby? and cows? and ducks?”

you don’t stop pestering him even in the elevator bringing you up to your apartment unit. the smile on his face only fuels you to keep going until you pry the answers out of him. oh, he’s enjoying this too much.

“you’re really going to do it, aren’t you? in that case, will we grow our own fruits and vegetables? can we bring my entire library? and adopt cats?”

he pulls you in for a tight embrace to shut you up, squeezing you. “don’t worry your pretty little head and just think about what you want to do when we get there, okay?”

you raise your head from his chest and gasp for oxygen. his troubled doe eyes meet your eager ones. “so you’ll build a cottage for us?”

he groans, forehead dropping on your shoulder. “i shouldn’t have said anything.”