#but anyways I think mari has. three keychains

[clegfly]

A HIM!!!! Sol is below him but he is bad so I am reluctant-

I was wondering about making a small marzenie mod/ fan game for funnies but I probably won’t Because marzenie is so beautifully and intricately crafted and I’m terrified I’ll fuck it up JSJSJSJS- I hope I captured the style well here I referenced some of the illustrations from the marze blog and the omori dialogue sprites themselves!!!! There’s more spaces for expressions but I gave up JSJSJSJ

Hi I haven’t been posting as much as I wanted because I got SICK. On the worst possible day for me to be sick. AUGHHH

[veviventie]

i absolutely love lip products like i have like 19 of them so im gonna rate most of em hehe ✧･ﾟ:*

-𝙧𝙤𝙢&𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙩 (#6 figfig) : 10/10

the absolute best tint ever istg romand outdid themselves with this one. its super pigmented and literally lasts forever, like i finished a three course meal and i still have the pigment on my lips. the packaging is ok but it makes up for it with the absolute amazing formula inside of it

-𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙩 (#28 mauveful nude): 8/10

ok so the pigment is definitely there + the color is super cute butttttt the formula is kinda drying so points off because it definitely doesnt keep ur lips moisturized at all but it hides like those lip cracks so extra points hehe (a bit pricey tho)

-𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙩 (#1 paradise found and #4 never settle): 6/10

first of all the packaging is super cute and its pretty cheap compared to most lip tints so props to barenbliss for that BUT. the tint goes away pretty fast and doesn't stay as long so i definitely wouldn't recommend it to people who take makeup seriously but for beginners and daily use, this should be your go to lip tint + the smell is incredible

-𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 (#2 night milk): 6/10

i think this is a Chinese brand idk but anyways this is a pretty good gloss imo but it doesn't stay on for long but it's pretty affordable and the packaging is sooooo cute

-𝙮.𝙤.𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥 (#4 high five): 5/10

ok so price really tells for this one uhh its super affordable but like the formula is drying and if you have like cracked lips it will show so this really is just a beginner product imo

-𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙬𝙞 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙩 (#3 reddy ready): 5/10

my opinion on this one is the same as the other bnb product but it has one less point because i do not like the scent at all but its super travel friendly (it can literally become a keychain)

-𝙗𝙡𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙩 (#bloody mary): 7/10

this is actually pretty good, hides the lip cracks pretty well but its not transferproof (idk if its supposed to be) its super cute but more pricey than like other local brands like y.o.u and emina

-𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙢 (#2 mist): 5/10

emina is a beginner brand so thats explainable (super affordable tho)

ok thats enough ill like make a part two one day

[rokutouxei]

the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

ikemen vampire: temptation through the dark theo van gogh / mc | T | [ ao3 link in bio ]

The challenge seemed pretty simple: to try to befriend the university bookshop’s most sour employee, Theo van Gogh. As a literature major with a boatload of book recommendations on her back, it ought to be a simple task indeed. But as she uncovers what lies between Theo’s pages, the more she finds it harder to become closer to him without having to put the feeling directly into words. What can she learn from Theo about what it means to stay—and how can she teach Theo about what it means to let go? | written for ikevamp big bang 2020!

[ masterpost for all chapters ]

CHAPTER 10 OF 22

There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. - "Who Said it was Simple", Audre Lorde

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Theo has never been to the physics building.

He’s been around the vicinities of the College of Science complex in the past, to endorse his organizations’ events or taking one of the basic science classes required to all the students in the university (he took chemistry), but aside from that, he hasn’t had much reason to be here in the past.

Until today.

He’s just gotten out of his class when he receives her message.

[ 2:20 | lit girl ] can we meet outside the physics bldg quad instead?

[ 2:22 ] sure

Theo had found a kind of rhythm with their little book exchange. It would take a lot of pressing and insisting to get him to admit to it, but in reality, Theo’s long gotten used to and even enjoys their little exchange of books and small discussions about it. Arthur had argued much earlier on that if Theo didn’t enjoy it he would insist to do it online, in a boring forum format with word count limits and sent through email, and that it is only because he enjoys her company so much that he is fine with it.

“Why here?” is the first thing he asks when he arrives and she is there waiting, but with a finger to her lips and a conspiratorial grin, she ushers him into the building, headed toward the elevator.

As she scans her ID through the gates, she says, “I have a thing to show you.”

When she clicks on the “rooftop” button, he’s surprised but doesn’t make a fuss.

If they get caught, at least they’ll both get caught.

Man, what kind of bad influence is this girl in his life?

The moment she unlocks the rooftop door with her keys and the sight below rolls into view, Theo understands why exactly she wanted to be up here.

They’re drawn, instantly, toward the edge, taking in the view over the barrier to see the town below. She had been babbling about a “new view” and “getting permission” when she visited last time at the bookshop, and it truly delivered. Seeing the lines of houses as little dots of light—Theo can understand why she’s so drawn to this place. It’s just right for someone who is always craving to go away: to see the place you come from seem so small, for the world to seem so big.

Theo leans against the concrete fence, wind tousling his hair. “Why do you have keys to the roof?”

“Astro club privileges,” she answers, twirling the keychain on a finger. “…Well, more like friendship privileges, really.”

“It’s beautiful,” Theo offers.

“I go up here often,” she admits, leaning her elbows over the concrete and resting her chin over her palms. She seems jittery, like her hands can’t sit still. She chews her lower lip in between each word. “This place is great for being alone.”

Theo crosses his arms over his chest. “Then why did you bring me here?”

“I…” a short breath, like weighing something, “I don’t mind being alone with you.”

She looks back at him with an expression he would describe as “hopeful”; he nods and closes his eyes for a moment, catches the barest upturn of a smile on her lips before he surrenders his eyes to the darkness.

“I don’t mind being alone with you either,” Theo says with his eyes closed, as if it would make it easier to say.

She chuckles. “That’s great to hear.”

For a few moments, the two of them rest in each other’s silences. It’s one of the few things they’ve learned to do with each other since starting the book club; to understand that not all things have to be said, to be comfortable in each other’s presence despite wordlessness. It feels like the breath between a book’s one chapter to the next. Like getting ready for what’s about to be said next.

“The Mary Oliver poetry book you lent me had parts highlighted,” Theo says after a tranquil moment. “It was interesting to find out what cheesy lines resonated with you,” he says, teasing in his tone.

She snorts, a little dishonest sound, looking down at the town below. “Really now? What did you find?”

Theo could pull out her book, could open it to the familiar marker flag he puts to mark the places he would like to talk about during the discussions, and read out the lines. But instead, he turns his head up to the autumn night sky, opening his eyes to look at the stars, and recites—

“I wanted / the past to go away, I wanted / to leave it, like another country; … I wanted to know, / whoever I was, I was / alive / for a little while.”

She turns to him with surprise in her eyes, and he turns to her carefully.

“Dogfish,” she says, recognizing the poem. It takes her everything to react with that at all.

They look at each other for a full, quiet moment, trying to look for answers in each other’s gaze, attempting to tear out the things that are hiding. Theo knows that she isn’t as good at him at hiding things she doesn’t want to be seen. She turns away before he can truly slice her open and look at the filleted halves of her heart.

Theo feels a pang at being spurned.

“It’s a good part, isn’t it?”

He is quiet for a moment. There are so many things he can ask at this point, but none of them feel real enough to be grasped, all heavy in his mind with the itch of curiosity. He doesn’t need to know if she doesn’t want to share, and he knows she would if it was so easy to do.

If she wanted him to know, too.

Instead, she buys time for just a little while. Turns to go to a nearby bench and table, bypassing the seat for the tabletop. Theo follows her, but does not come too close. Instead, he watches, as she folds her knees up and winds her arms around them, looking at the flicker of their small university town below.

Finally, she says: “Would you even care if I told you?”

“Of course,” jumps out of Theo’s mouth in a heartbeat.

She takes a moment as if to compose her thoughts before she begins to speak. “Remember when you asked me about why I was so eager to go away?” When he nods, she continues. “I just, I’ve always wanted to go someplace else,” she says. “I know you moved in here, but I... I grew up in this place. Not exactly in this city, no, but the one right over, and it's all I've known. Much of my memories of it are so foggy and blurred because it’s all mixed up. I've never been out there. And somehow I worry that I'll just... end up dying here, too. I don't want to die out here.”

"You're not going to die any time soon."

"Then why does it feel like it?" she snipes back, then sighs. "I'm sorry. That wasn't..."

Theo shakes his head. "It's okay."

"It's not. I just... I get too invested when it comes to opportunities to go away because I keep thinking it would allow me to, you know.” She makes a vague hand gesture that doesn’t make much sense and sighs, again. “I’ve looked forward to entering this university for the longest time because I thought it would be enough a going-away to… satisfy whatever this is inside of me itching to come out.”

He closes his eyes once more, tilting his head up to the autumn sky. Opens them to watch his breath turn into small wisps of cold fog.

“I thought being away from my family… away from who I was, who they thought I was… I thought that would be enough. But it hasn’t been. I’m here, and… I don’t want it anymore. And I know three years—three years isn’t much to want to leave this place, but I’m done.”

Why? The question hangs in the air. Theo doesn’t give it a voice.

She groans, the defeated sound of it making Theo turn his gaze back to her. “I want to be someone else, and I don’t think I can become that someone while I’m still here. In the only place I’ve ever known.” She wrings her hand together and gets up on her feet, jumping off the table to lean on the concrete barrier, hand curling around it like it was the only thing keeping her together. “I feel like I’ll never… find a place that’ll keep me settled. How much farther do I have to go before it feels like home? Like safety? Is it out there, or is something wrong with me? I want to want to live a life that I’ll be proud of but I don’t know how to get there. All I have are anchors tying me down.”

Theo doesn’t know what to answer.

He wants to say I’m plenty proud of you already but it doesn’t feel like the right thing to say.

“I don’t want to be tied down. I don’t want—a boyfriend, nostalgia, a reason to say—I want to go, but at the same time—” She looks out at the town below and sighs. “I don’t know where I’m going. I know I love what I do, and I know I enjoy what I’m studying, but—this place is just making me claustrophobic now. I want to see what’s out there, and I feel like it’s the only thing that’ll allow me to enjoy the company of home,” she explains, and turning to him, she asks, “do you know how that feels, Theo?”

And the first instinct is to lie to give her the answer she wants to hear, but then the truth jumps out of him anyway.

And truth be told, he does not, but his heart aches in a way he doesn’t understand and he can only imagine what it is like to be in her shoes. He shrugs, and she laughs.

Her voice is softer now. “Is it silly? I’m sorry.”

“It’s not silly,” he says. “I was just thinking about how similar you were to Vincent.”

Fully aware of his little obsession with his older brother, she scrunches her nose in disapproval. “To Vincent?”

Refusing to meet her gaze, Theo looks down at the town below as well. “Broer is really talented. You know this. The College of Arts knows this. That’s why no matter how long he takes to finish his thesis, they won’t let him go. Because they know what he’s capable of—if he gets his mind into it.”

“Okay…?”

“You’re the same.”

“Pffffft,” she snorts, shaking her head. “No way, what? He’s a legend. I’m just a stuck-up Junior trying to get delayed by going on an exchange program.”

“…who is also working her ass off with extra credit and other requirements because you want to prove you’re better than what this place has made you to be, aren’t you?” Theo asks. For once, she is silent. She goes quiet when she knows she has lost the banter. “You want to leave and be something else but the being scares you, so you focus on the leaving. Broer is the same. The being scares him. So he focuses on the making, not knowing that everything he makes builds him as well.” Theo closes his eyes. “The leaving makes you.”

She narrows her eyes and sighs. “I—I don’t know where this is going, Theo.”

“What I’m saying is maybe—maybe,” Theo says, “Maybe you don’t really need to go away, just convince yourself that it’s not better out there, after all.”

Something… shatters.

She looks at him with such an offended expression on her face, he would have said sorry if his throat wasn’t already in knots. It wasn’t what he’d intended to do. He hadn’t meant to reverse what she believed in. He hadn’t meant to deny her his faith.

Just wanted to show her what it looked like from the other side, with his feet planted to the ground.

He isn’t forcing her to say.

He isn’t.

But it feels like it.

And for a moment he thinks she would get mad, shout back her most sarcastic maybe you’re right or the most disbelieving that makes sense, tucking away all the honesty her heart can provide, but instead she brandishes her words like a knife and says:

“You don’t know me that way, Theo. You don’t get to say that.”

And Theo doesn’t know if it’s a lie or the full truth.

She gets up on her feet and dusts off her pants. She’s about to head towards the door when she turns back to him, eyes already glassy.

“You know why I brought you up here?” she says, each syllable a sharp corner. “I wanted to tell you first that I got in. First round for the scholarship.”

“Why would you tell me first?”

“I don’t know!” she admits, frustration leaking in her voice. “I felt like I could tell you. No—I wanted to tell you. I felt like you’d get it. That I could trust you with this but apparently I can’t!” She picks up her bag, and without even turning to face Theo one more time marches away from him.

Theo calls out to her, half-hearted words about book exchange, staying out until the sun goes down, but it gets lost in the wind.

She brings him here to this one place she likes to be alone and then he does that to her.

But he can’t reach out when he’s pushing her away, and “I’ll see you soon, Theo,” is all she says as she makes her way to the door, and out of the rooftop.

Away from him.

[guardiankarenterrier]

G for Mari and kagami? (Romo encouraged :))

(OKAY I CANNOT KEEP EDITING THIS ANYMORE also chat noir is here for waaaay more of it than he was supposed to be?)

for this prompt meme (fistfight for this one) / my ao3

 "Kagami!“ Ladybug’s a little more breathless than she’d like, but while she’s gratified that Kagami’s reaction to seeing her had been to slip away somewhere private immediately, there’s also the fact that chasing after Kagami tends to be difficult even for Ladybug.  "Are you free right now? We could use your help with this one.”

“I will always free my schedule for you."  Kagami’s eyes flash, and Marinette has a deeply disorienting moment where she’s sure Kagami is about to call her ‘my Lady.”

She’s not sure how she feels about that.  Up until the last few seconds she would have said she didn’t want anyone but Chat Noir calling her that at all. 

(She probably would have said she didn’t want Chat Noir calling her that either, but she knows deep down that’s a lie).

Marinette shakes off her thoughts and hands the Dragon Miraculous over to Kagami, who wastes no time transforming.

“Show me,” Ryuko says right away, and the eager gleam in her eye is kind of worrying but probably not actually a bad thing, so Ladybug nods and then takes them wide to check on Chat before returning to the battle.

“What is he doing?” Ryuko asks as the two of them hunch down on a roof, surveying the alleyway Ladybug had left Chat Noir in.  It’s blocked haphazardly in one direction by an old and broken fence and another by a pile of debris thrown around by Rage and Ladybug herself earlier in the fight.

It hurts something deep in Marinette to see her partner trapped like that, especially knowing that she’s the one that put him there, but it isn’t like he can’t climb right back out as soon as his mind is his own again.  At least Chat Noir seems happy enough- in fact, he seems very pleased with himself as he pounces after rats.  The low growling she’d heard from him earlier has rumbled louder now, and though it’s still not exactly threatening it’s trying to be. 

The rats are running, anyway. She doesn’t think this particular growl is likely to scare off anything larger.

(It’s actually kind of adorable, but she is never telling him that).

Chat Noir’s tail is flicking happily each time his lunges meet with success and his ears are swivelling wildly, so Ladybug lets herself relax.  With Ryuko’s help they should be able to take out Rage without anything else happening to Chat Noir.   

She really hopes he’s only catching those rats.  Miraculous Cure or no, she doesn’t think she wants to tell Chat that he’s been killing rats.  It’s too easy to picture how upset he’d be. 

“Rage hit him,” Marinette says finally, eyes still locked on her partner.  “It’s driving everyone else berserk, but it seems like it just tapped more into Chat Noir’s cat tendencies.” She twists around, meeting Kagami’s gaze before her own flicks back towards where Rage is shouting something she should probably try to listen to.  “Ryuko, I can trust you to keep your head under stressful circumstances.  If this is the effect she had on Chat Noir, then Rage’s ability must not work the same on everyone. Will you give me a hand?”

Ryuko actually salutes, which takes Marinette aback a moment.

It’s an agreement, though, and although it pulls sharply at her chest to turn away from Chat Noir and turn back to the fight without him she does feel better with Ryuko at her side.  Despite their rocky start, she enjoys fighting with Ryuko.

And it doesn’t hurt that Ryuko can turn into mist to dodge Rage’s attack.

Except, of course, that Ryuko doesn’t do that. 

Ryuko doesn’t call on any of her elemental powers. 

Instead she picks up Chat Noir’s staff, abandoned when he’d first been hit, and charges at Rage with a feral yell to rival the akuma’s own.

“Why,” Marinette whispers faintly, eyes locked on her friend and teammate.  She wishes vainly that Tikki were here for her to complain to.  Or at. “Why are they like this.”

(It’s completely possible either Carapace or Viperion would have been a better choice as far as keeping their head goes.  Luckily the only one she has to deal with questioning exactly how strategic her choice was is Chat Noir, and he likes Ryuko too much himself to protest very much.

Though Tikki is probably going to have words with her later).

Marinette doesn’t actually see Rage’s attack hit Ryuko, but she knows it has when Ryuko drops her borrowed staff and starts to lay into Rage with her fists. 

That’s.  That’s definitely more fascinating to watch than it should be.  She knows how good Kagami is with a sword, but she’d had no idea that Kagami was this good unarmed.

Marinette forces herself to quit watching Ryuko and calls her Lucky Charm while her opponent- and her teammate- are both distracted. 

Her Lucky Charm’s a shawl. 

Marinette stares at it for a moment, feeling the same faint sense of betrayal she had when Chat Noir’s first Lucky Charm had been so seemingly straightforward.  She doesn’t know what to do with this.  She’s worried enough for Chat Noir, and now Ryuko as well, that her frustration keeps her from putting together her Charm as fast as usual. 

At least Ryuko appears to be winning.  It’s kind of hard to tell, with the way she and Rage have devolved into a brawl by now.

Marinette spends a lot longer than she should admiring the force Ryuko puts behind each of her punches.  If she learns nothing else from this fight, she’s learning that she really needs to invite Ryuko to start sparring with them.  That wouldn’t be a bad idea in the first place, given how easily she’d taken to Chat’s staff and her skill at fencing, but now Marinette is starting to have a powerful desire to see what Ryuko knows about hand-to-hand as well. 

Marinette doesn’t realise how exactly much attention she’s been giving Ryuko’s end of the fight until she nearly trips on Chat Noir’s discarded staff.

Feeling like an idiot, Marinette wraps the spotted shawl around the end of Chat Noir’s staff and waves it like a flag. 

It works, because of course it does.  Kagami and the akuma both leave off punching each other to turn and bellow at Marinette’s makeshift flag. 

“That’s a myth,” Marinette mutters to herself even as she waves the flag harder, shouting once to attract both Rager and Ryuko’s attention.  “That’s a myth, it’s not the colour, bulls don’t see the colour, it’s the motion-” She sighs as Ryuko and Rage both focus their attention on her.  Ryuko’s eyes have definitely gone red the way Chat Noir’s had before her, and on top of that Marinette can hear Chat scrabbling out of his alleyway.

Must have run out of rats, Marinette thinks, and winces.  She really hopes he doesn’t ask her about that, because she does not want to explain. 

At least he’ll probably be relieved enough that he never attacked her that she doubts asking will occur to him. 

She wishes she didn’t have to worry about it.

Chat Noir definitely makes it up onto the same roof with her, judging by the scrambling she can hear from behind her, but Marinette isn’t willing to take her eyes off Rage and Ryuko.  That proves to be the right choice, since Chat Noir only charges past her towards Ryuko, and Marinette manages not to flinch as Rage’s charge continues on its path towards her.

One, two, three… now. 

She steps to the side in just enough time for Rage’s swipe to turn into a stumble, allowing Marinette to reach out and tear off the pin Chat Noir had been sure the akuma was in.  (Marinette had been sure it was in Rage’s keychain, hanging from her belt, but- but there’s a reason she can still hear Chat growling). 

She crushes the pin in one hand and an akuma struggles free. 

Marinette has to cleanse it much faster than usual, because Chat Noir immediately switches focus from Ryuko to the butterfly and starts to chase after the akuma.  It’s only a hasty grab at his tail that keeps him from lunging for it, and then it’s only Ryuko taking a swing for Chat Noir that keeps him from turning back on Marinette. 

She’s not fond of this akuma. 

Chat Noir shakes off the after-effects of Rage’s berserk attack quicker than Ryuko does, but only by bare seconds- just long enough for him to look completely baffled as he brings up both arms to block a wild punch from Ryuko.  “What- whoa! What did I miss?”

Ryuko stops and shakes her head, looking dazed for the barest moment, before turning a grin to them both that Marinette never sees outside of their transformations. It hurts that she only sees it with Ryuko and not Kagami.  “We’ve won, then?" 

Marinette could tell them both off for charging into danger.  She probably should. 

Instead, she says, "We won.  And Ryuko- would you be interested in sparring with us sometime?" 

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plants, cry baby, and eyes!! 💓

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them

i feel like i’ve answered this one before, but i would love to go stargazing with @gentleyeol - we’ve known each other for almost four (five?) years now and she lives so so so close to me but our hectic schedules make it so impossible to ever meet up :( i’d love to spend just a couple days with her bc i’m sure they would be the best days of my life

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel

ohh this is a super interesting question!

130503 one direction ‘take me home’ tour in amsterdam - this was my very first concert ever, i was THE biggest one direction fan in 2013 (who wasn’t) and i absolutely bawled my eyes out when they first appeared on stage. trust me when i say 15 year old me is still crying about this

170806 megadeth, alice cooper and marilyn manson at the lokerse feesten in lokeren - so basically in early 2017, whilst also being a kpop fan, i was hugely into metal music and completely obsessed with metallica (kirk hammett is still my baby daddy okay) and when i saw the tickets for this metal day were only 50euros i called my friend and we agreed to go together and it was a wonderful evening (THE ALICE COOPER POINTED AT ME!!!!)

171129 ‘throwback thursday in het sportpladijs’ in antwerp - this concert was basically a celebration of 20 years of ketnet, which is a dutch children’s channel my generation grew up with, they invited all the singers from the children’s shows from the 2000s and the kids from eurosong for kids and i absolutely loved every single second of it because it brought me back to my childhood

180316 ‘harry styles live on tour’ in antwerp - ok SO i went to one direction’s concert in 2013 and this was the first time after i ever saw one of them back on stage and it gave me honest to god chills, the entire concert gave me such good vibes and i experienced it with some really good friends and we both cried when harry sang medicine, all in all 10/10 experience and i would definitely go to another concert of his

180430 niall horan ‘flicker’ world tour in brussels - CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE NIALL okay this entire evening was amazing, i study in brussels so it was easy for me to get to the venue and the vibe throughout the entire concert was hands down perfect, everybody was dancing to the upbeat songs and everybody cried during the slower songs, it was a one of a kind evening and i loved every single moment :(

180701 ed sheeran and anne marie at rock werchter in werchter - ok so there were a shit ton of people there to watch ed sheeran bc it was on a festival site and on a sunday so a lot of people could come, not to mention it was well above 30 degrees celsius that day and i sweated my ass off, BUT hearing him sing live was a gift in and of itself, his voice is truly something else and i knew the words to each and every song of his and i cried so hard when he started singing i see fire because i’m a huge tolkien fan and my friends thought i was v weird. and anne marie’s vocals were on point, girlie can sing like damn. also, getting home from werchter was total shit but the concert was 100% worth it.

181013 bts ‘love yourself’ world tour in amsterdam - here we are again at the ziggo dome, five years later. hands down my favorite. concert. ever. i remember waking up at ass o’clock in the morning because of nerves (trying not to wake the other ppl in the room bc my friend & i slept in a shitty hostel) so i spent the entire morning on twitter with major butterflies in my stomach because holy fucking shit after almost five years of stanning i was FINALLY GOING TO SEE BTS LIVE, so my friend woke up at 8:30 and then we got dressed and walked around the city center of amsterdam before getting breakfast at 10:30 and then we took the tram towards the ziggo dome and we were there by 12pm, which okay we had seated tickets so totally not necessary but anyways, we cringed a lot at v cringy armys, we saw a lot of armys with these cardboards that read “looking for tickets” and it nearly made me cry, walked around the interior design mall next door bc we had to kill time, went to the media markt and played a game and won a poster and a keychain, ate lunch in a place called booven, walked around some more before joining the queue at around 5:30pm. we were SO nervous. both of us talked w the armys in front and behind us, we made some friends, and then it was time for the security to check our tickets, we were both really scared that we wouldn’t be able to get in bc we both bought our tickets through resellers but everything went fine and once our bags were checked and we were really inside the venue we just started jumping around bc holy fucking shit it was gonna happen. it was really gonna happen fuuuck what the fuck okay. put our stuff in a locker and went to find our seats, went back to the hallways again to charge our phones, said goodbye abt 30mins before the concert started to go to our respective seats (not too far from each other luckily) and saw that there were like 7 front row seats still free. texted each other, “if 10mins before the show no one’s sitting there we will”, agreed and 10mins before the show moved to the front row. counted down. seven minutes. sang the songs. five minutes. screamed. two minutes. heart beating so wild. one minute. i’m about to fall out of my fucking chair. five. shaking. four. crying. three. about to die. two. screaming. one. music comes on and lights go down, i swear my heart stopped. everybody was screaming so loud and then suddenly they appeared on stage and it’s like the entire fucking universe has aligned bc my seven angels are RIGHT THERE i’ve never cried like that before i swear. the entire concert was just filled with so much love. them speaking dutch!!! them singing. them being them. me nearly fainting. it being so fucking hot inside the venue. the thrill of sharing that moment with thousands upon thousands of other armys. i just. miss it so much.

190301 a.c.e ‘to be an a.c.e’ world tour in brussels - i didn’t really know a.c.e all that well prior to the concert, i had heard of them and knew one of their songs cactus, so i researched and listened to most of their music and i was really impressed and the concert really helped to get me into them more bc they’re all so so so cute!! when i first started listening to their songs i liked byeongkwan best (he is now my bias) and during the concert, between their songs, i think donghun was talking and byeongkwan was looking in my general direction so i shoot him a finger heart and he saw and he smiled and HE SENT ME ONE BACK!!!! bro i legit died right. there. amazing concert, 11/10 would recommend

190601 bts ‘speak yourself’ world tour in london - no words. just. absolutely speechless. second time i saw bts, second time i was reduced to a crying mess. i love them. i love army. second best night of my life ever. dionysus live was amazing. i cried. yep. take me back. please

190616 eric nam in brussels - i don’t understand why i cry this much during concerts, i just do. eric was an absolute sweetheart. v funny. i had an amazing evening and would love to go to one of his concerts again!!

190907 seongri in brussels - ok so seongri is an idol who participated in produce 101 and is an ex-member of the group rainz which has disbanded, he is an absolute sweetheart and super tiny :( during the fansign i told him he was really pretty and he looked me straight in my eyes, took my hand and told me that i was more beautiful and i blushed super hard and almost fell off the stage. it was a real fun night! he has a great voice and wants to do a sexy concept in the future

upcoming concerts dreamcatcher & up10tion in brussels on 191005 and day6 in brussels on 200122 & halsey in antwerp on 200305, i’m super super excited for all of them!!

(none of the videos are mine)

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

@gentleyeol imagine going to korea together :(

aesthetic asks

[birdiethebibliophile]

{fic} That Old Sweet Feeling (part 20)

Fandom:  The Adventure Zone:  Commitment Rating:  M Chapter Warnings:  Excessive Naruto references Relationship:  Nadiya Jones/Mary Word Count:  1,244

Here on AO3. Read the rest: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

Tagging @someone-called-f1nch, @voidfishkid, @mellowstarscape, and @jumpboy-rembrandt!

Next chapter is beginning of the endgame. Get hyped, people. There’s some plot dump incoming, so brace yourselves.

Chapter Summary:   Nadiya gets a fright. Remy spills a secret. Mary Sage gets some sleep.

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To Nadiya’s shock, the bus ride went off without a hitch. Mary Sage nodded off on her shoulder fifteen minutes in, and she nodded off against Mary Sage’s head about thirty minutes after that, though she didn’t stay asleep for very long. Irene and Remy played word and number games for at least two hours of the trip, Remy put his feet up on the window and got yelled at by another passenger, and Irene gave the offending passenger the most chilling look Nadiya had ever seen, her eyes glowing blue-white with godly power.

God, she was really getting attached to these dorks, wasn’t she?

“Okay, should be pretty close,” Remy said, squinting at the paper he got from Addison under the dying light of Nadiya’s keychain penlight. The bus had pulled away, leaving them at the side of the road. Nadiya had always thought San Francisco would be bustling at any time of the night, like New York City, but this part of it was silent as the grave. “Couple streets over, maybe? Damn, it’s dark.”

“Mary, what do you – gah.” Nadiya swore under her breath. “You like fucking Kabuto or something, your glasses –”

Mary Sage’s glasses looked like they were glowing as they reflected the dim light. She snickered. “More Naruto references, Nad? Really? Can’t branch out and say I look like, uh, whatsherface. The ginger chick in Pokémon.”

“Misty,” Nadiya said reflexively, and then groaned as she realized Remy had been watching the entire exchange and vibrating at an ever-increasing speed.

“You watch Pokémon?” he said, and then, in an even higher voice, “and Naruto?”

“When I was in middle school, Remy, Jesus –” She staggered as she was suddenly hit with five feet eight inches of rocket-propelled jump boy throwing his arms around her.

“I watched every episode of Naruto!” he said. “I wanted to be a ninja when I grew up, I still have a leaf village headband somewhere at my brother’s house, I –” He broke off, and the sudden silence was deafening.

“You have a brother?” Mary Sage said.

“Um…” Remy let go of Nadiya and turned around to study the street again. “Yeah. I… yeah.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Irene said quietly.

“Not out here. Not that –” He jerked around again, eyes wide enough that Nadiya could see the whites all around the dark irises. “Not that I’m ashamed of him or anything like that, it’s just, I don’t –” He took an audible breath and let it out. “I don’t want him mixed up in this shit.” And then, in a lower voice, “He has a kid. Like… a five-year-old. I don’t… want anything to happen to him. To either of them.” Then, “I already fucked up his life enough.”

“Remy –” Irene started.

“Drop it, okay, ‘Rene?” Remy said. “Should be this way…”

The four of them made their way down the street, then Remy led the way to the right down another few streets, and came to a stop at a tall, pale brick building.

“This should be it,” Remy said. “Do we just… go in, or?”

“Knowing Grace, there’s no way we could,” Irene said doubtfully, examining the entrance. “Look, here. There’s a buzzer panel.” She pressed one of the unlabeled buttons.

There were a few tense minutes of silence before the speaker crackled to life and a mumbled voice said, “Yes?”

“Grace?” Irene asked.

“Who is this?” the voice said, a little sharper now.

“Irene.” Irene glanced at her companions. “Irene Baker. I’m here with Remy, Nadiya, and Mary. From… you know. The Fellowship.”

“Oh,” the voice said in a very different tone. “This is Jonesy. Gracie’s asleep. I’ll buzz you up.”

There was a collective sigh of relief as, with a whir, the door unlocked and Remy pushed it open. Inside, it looked like an apartment building, only it looked like it hadn’t been let in a while. All of the numbers on the doors were tarnished, there were no welcome mats to be seen, and even for two in the morning, it was quiet. Nadiya knew from experience that in a complex like this, there would at least be a couple people up and making a ridiculous amount of noise, but there was nothing.

Remy shrugged and started up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When they got to the top floor, there was only one door, so he knocked.

Almost immediately, it opened to show a tall, slim, middle-aged woman with brown skin and a short, choppy brown haircut. She was wearing what could reasonably called pajamas – blue sweatpants and a t-shirt with “I’m an Engeneer Enginere Engenere I’m good with math” on it. She was also casually holding a baseball bat in one hand, hefted and ready for action, but when she saw who it was, she stepped aside to let them in. “Sorry about the dramatics,” she said, closing the door behind Mary Sage and leaning the bat against the wall. “Can’t be too careful these days. Now. What the hell are you four doing here at three in the morning?”

“It’s a long story,” Nadiya said. “It’d be a pain to tell more than once, so can we save it for the morning? We’ve been on a bus for… eight hours, more or less.”

“Holy shit. Yeah, come on, you can talk to Grace in the morning,” Jonesy said, her eyes widening. “We have a couple free rooms still, this place is enormous.”

“Do you have this whole top floor?” Remy said, looking around the large space.

“It was a penthouse suite,” Jonesy explained, picking her way over various pieces of ill-defined equipment. “Technically, we have the whole building, but the lower floors would be a pain to use, so we’re mostly just up here. I wired all the buzzers up here, though.”

“You’ve set this whole place up in a week?” Irene said in amazement.

“I mean, it’s pretty makeshift, but yeah,” Jonesy said with a shrug. “Here, there’s a couple bedrooms down here. I can’t wait to hear what the hell happened to you all, by the way. Not like you could just hop on a plane like we did.”

“We’ll tell you everything tomorrow,” Irene reassured her, stepping into the first bedroom. “Thank you so much, Jonesy, we really appreciate the hospitality.”

“Hey, no prob,” Jonesy said carelessly.

“Oh, hell yes, a bed,” Mary Sage said, going into the next bedroom and flinging herself onto the bed. “Good fucking night, everyone.”

Jonesy laughed quietly and closed the door behind her. “It’s good to see Mary doing so well,” she commented. “Last time I saw her… well.”

“Yeah, she’s… okay-ish, mostly, I think,” Nadiya said hesitantly. “Better. I dunno. Anyways. Good night.” Remy nodded as well, giving Jonesy a small smile, and then they both went into the last two open bedrooms in the hallway.

In the dark, Nadiya took off her rumpled bus clothes and changed into pajamas, something she hadn’t done since the Colorado cabin. With a sigh of relief, she crawled under the covers.

And for the first time since all this fuckery had started, Nadiya Jones slept soundly, safe and exhausted, without a single dream.

Except for one she couldn’t quite remember the next day, but definitely involved orange hair and the smell of chlorine and citrus, and left her feeling happier than she’d felt in weeks.

[20straveling]

11.18.2017 ~ I am my Own Self, Hear me (expl)ROAR!

           To start with: I have changed my writing location. Previously, all of my blogs were written from the comfort and warmth of my bed, where I could unabashedly take my time lopping words into paragraphs to update the people back home. Today, on the eighteenth of November, in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand Seventeen, I have chosen to write from within the aromatic and hazy haven of Yogurt Barn. Nothing short of my personal favorite location within the city, this little yogurt shop/café has been the subject of some of my absolute cutest and most “aesthetic” photos I’ve taken so far. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like it doesn’t deserve to be appreciated, but I know many of you are thinking: “come on Marissa, you couldn’t find a better place to religiously spend your money?” The answer is no, I couldn’t—I pick favorites and I hold onto them tight for fear of, well, who knows actually.

             Anyway, you guys probably want to get to the part where I tell you what I’ve been up to since my last post three and a half weeks ago! I am so sorry for being gone so long but when you hear what I’ve been up to, maybe you can forgive me? First thing to note, now that I’m finally telling you about the things I’ve been up to, is that I’m not trying too hard to go in chronological order because, honestly, when I get home I’ll just be spouting information and stories, rather than walking you through my itinerary.

           Okay, lets jump in: I got a new tattoo and a haircut within the same two-week window and I am loving this pseudo-reinvention of myself while being abroad. The tattoo is a beautiful daisy and accompanying sprig of leaves on my inner right arm. The haircut is a straight bob with an undercut (where they shave the underside of your hair, while leaving the top layers like normal). I’ll admit: I feel kind of like a badass with this look, which I need for a bit of moral pep during the last few weeks before heading home. The tattoo parlor I went to is the oldest within the city and the gentlemen there were very nice and were able to set up an appointment within the same week that I went in for a consultation. The cost was the price of expertise and materials and a beautiful tattoo, so I’d say it was worth it.

           {Here’s my two cents, for all those that don’t quite understand or agree with the choice to get tattoos: my tattoos are mementos, reminders. My favorite part of this city is the constant display and arrangement of flowers that add color and life to city. Yes, there are colorful people and colorful buildings, but the connection with nature will never go underappreciated within my own mind. I have photos of these flowers and the scenes that made me smile but the mentality of having living things, or a tattoo of a living thing, on my body makes me much happier because I am a part of those things that live and grow and die and return after their death. Also: my body is mine and I am the only one who has a say in what happens to it. The end.}

           Moving on! My haircut was quite the adventure because I got it done for free during student exam/lessons for Toni&Guy salon, which is actually right across the square from my beloved Yogurt Barn. The whole experience took about two hours, in which the teacher gave quite the sass-attack to some of the students, and I realized the girl cutting my hair was really good, but so anxious about creating an irreversible mistake on my hair. I reassured her that hair grows and honestly, just do what you’re comfortable with—and that kind of bit me back in the long run because, to be honest dear reader, I was not entirely pleased with my haircut when I walked about of the salon. They gave me a center part and the undercut was a triangle, rather than a flat shave like I wanted, but fear not! I have grown to love it, and I can part it however I want, obviously. My wise and clearly-much-smarter-than-I friend, Kelly, called me out and told me to stop being a wuss and just tell people what I want when I go into a service industry. She’s totally right. I am a wuss. I don’t like to inconvenience people or to cause unnecessary stress if I don’t have to: it’s much easier to stay quiet and remember that, in this case, hair grows.

           Also, fun fact, The Netherlands isn’t as huge into Halloween as America is (we tend to be excessive about everything) but our neighborhood is full of expats and so we attended the cutest little coordinated trick-or-treat festivities all day and collected a non-chocolate centered candy haul after running around after a little blue dinosaur (Emilio’s costume), and I was busy being an obnoxious adult who cared too much about Halloween as I dressed up like Harry Potter.

           On to the next adventure! For three blissful days, my friend from home came to visit and we tore up Amsterdam and had the most fun I’ve had in years. A three hour walking tour lead by a naturally sociable guide led to an amusing and educational tour of the inner city of Amsterdam, including the Red Light District and some of the canals­­—and a café/bar with a cat! (my friend and I love cats, so this was a potential highlight on the “unexpected” list). After our tour we toured the Van Gogh Museum and I fell in love with an artist that I had already adored from afar back in my Art History classes at St. Mary’s. Along with the wonderful artwork, we also discovered that audio tours within museums are completely worth the extra charge if you want to feel more immersed within the works, or if you’re like us, and have someone who’s not entirely sure they’re interested in the artworks that they’re about to spend over an hour looking at. We used audio tours for all of the following museums we went to, including the Rijksmuseum, Anne Frank House, Rembrandt Studio, and Escher in the Palace (we went to a lot of museums, and thank god my friend actually enjoyed some of it, because they’re not really an art person like I am). While they visited, we stayed at an AirBnB and I can confirm that this is my preferred method of staying anywhere now. The comfort of a home with the amenities of a hotel all in one—I’ve started investigating long term stays for my trip to Ireland, but more on that later! Last couple of adventures in Amsterdam included a trip to the Zoo (mainly to see the Red Pandas), a great dinner out at a place called Haesje Claes, and the some time spent wandering around The Hague after two days of running ourselves up a wall to get all our planned activities done. A wonderful weekend with some great photos to commemorate the trip will be surely discussed when I return.

           The following weekend, the family and I traveled to Zaandam and went to the clog factory there, which is situated in the cutest little town that has been preserved from it’s factory days into picturesque quaint charm, surrounded by windmills and colored homes, and small shops. Although it rained for most of the time we were there, the atmosphere of the town was something I had been craving during my trip abroad, and something I plan to seek out again before I leave. I did not buy myself a pair of clogs—my mother’s rational voice of “when will you ever actually wear these” was constantly running through my head—but, I did buy a miniature pair that are more like keychain or display style because I loved the level of detail in the carving. The whole town was situated on a series of small canals and beyond the section where the “clog town” sat, lay fields and the actual world beyond. Only turning around to head home did we once again return to the city-scape and the more stereotypical Netherlands style homes.

           On to the final notes, which may come as a relief after reading two pages of single spaced story telling. I visited one of the oldest churchs in The Hague and it was absolutely stunning, as to be expected. I will never cease to seek out these beautiful creations that are testaments to the amazing works that can be created by man to worship amazing works done by God/Jesus. Honestly, I should be making an effort to explore more religious temples and grounds, but I’m not quite that comfortable yet with the invasion of other religions I don’t understand or know enough about. If you were curious, the church I visited is called “St. James the Church in The Hague,” and it was amazing to see how even within this church the details were naturally oriented, with vines and trees in the tile work and the general beauty of the rest of the art within.

             So, what’s next? This weekend I am touring the Peace Palace, and tomorrow, Sunday, I will be venturing out to some town to take photos of windmills—I haven’t quite planned that far ahead yet and therefor I can’t actually name anywhere yet. Next weekend, we have taken on the momentous task of hosting Thanksgiving (even though, in full European fashion, I am already skipping forward to Christmas), and then the final weekend I am here, I will be packing, prepping, and pretending I’m not about to be going home. That’s right folks, this Monday marks the two-week countdown for when I return home! The boring part of this means that I start working (hopefully) no later than December eleventh, but this also means I have so much fun to share very very soon with everyone and I cannot wait to tell you guys all about it!

 <3 M

 11.18.2017

[sunken-standard]

anitaww-blog

For the new drabble challenge: #82. I have fans. More fans than you, to be exact. and/or #132. I have reasons. You wouldn't get it. Thank you so much!

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"Huh," Molly said, looking at the letter in front of her.

"Hmm?"  Sherlock was sprawled in the chair in the corner of her postage-stamp office, head tipped back against the wall, hands folded over his stomach, long legs reaching almost to the door.  He was napping while waiting for... something, whatever, to finish, which he would deny with his dying breath.

"Got a letter.  BBC Four wants to do a day-in-the-life-of documentary about me."

"What?" he said, face pulled into that doesn't make sense.  He didn't bother to open his eyes.

"Apparently someone saw my YouTube channel and thought it was interesting.  'A British Doctor G,' it says."

"You don't have a YouTube channel," he said, finally opening his eyes and sitting up.

"Yeah, I do," she said, leaning forward to open her browser.  "I have fans. More fans than you, to be exact.  Just hit forty-k subscribers last week.  I did a giveaway.  I mean, it was only a t-shirt and a keychain from my Redbubble, but people liked it."

"'More' isn't an exact unit of measure," Sherlock said as he wheeled his chair over, bumping into hers and jostling her shoulder as he crowded her space to look at the computer.  "'Molly in the Morgue?'  That's your channel name?  And why the cherries?  Shouldn't it at least be a skull or a body bag or something?"

She opened her lab coat to reveal her cardigan (well, one of them; she'd taken a page from Sherlock's book and owned multiples because accidents did happen and they weren't being made any longer).

"Oh," he dismissed, reaching across her to push her hand off the mouse before clicking on the videos.  She was explaining lividity in simple terms, complete with animations.  Wait, no, that was the one—

"Molly, I need a section small intestine from a twenty-something female and a piece of cirrhotic liver, if you have it," Sherlock bellowed from off-screen. "I'll be in the lab."  

Molly-on-screen pressed her lips together and looked into the camera for a beat, eyebrows raised, then went back to her explanation.

Sherlock looked her askance, then went back to the video and started scrolling down.

"No no no, you don't need to see the comments!" Molly said, trying to wrestle the mouse away from him, which was like trying to wrestle an actual mouse from a tiger.

"'Are you single?'  'Oh no, not him again,' 'What does the tosspot want now,'" he read incredulously.  "I'm not a tosspot.  Why didn't you edit me out?"

"I have reasons," she said.  "You wouldn't get it," she added, muttering, hoping he stopped scrolling before—

"'You two are so cute together, you should get married!'  How many of these am I in?"

"Like... half?  You're never on camera, well, except for the one time.  You reached past me when I was filming in the lab."

He flipped through files in his Mind Palace (or whatever he did when he was trying to remember something) before recognition dawned.  "You said you were practising for a thing—" he wiggled his fingers, "—for students."

"I lied," she said simply.  

He turned to face her, appalled.  Then, "Do they know it's me?"

"Nope.  They just call you Pita."

"Why do they think my name is Peter?"

"Pee-eye-tee-aye.  Pain in the arse."

He scowled and made a grab for the keyboard, but Molly had been anticipating that move; she snatched it first.  

"You're not ruining this for me! They don't know you're you.  Your secret is safe, Bruce Wayne."

"Wh—"

"Batman," she said flatly.

He narrowed his eyes at her, unsure if it was an insult.  "If I'm in your videos, I want royalties."

"One, I don't actually make that much, and two, you use all my hot water, and eat my food, and use my lab.  So we're even."

Sherlock made a face, conceding.

"I at least want a t-shirt, then."

"Why do you want a t-shirt?"

"For my Mum.  She has a memorabilia collection of me.  One for Mycroft, too.  Every time there's a coup or a border skirmish she buys a paper."

He didn't sound happy about that last part; Molly could only guess whose collection was bigger.  "Your, ah, Mum already has one," she said.

"Wh—how?"

"She might be a fan," Molly hedged.

"You've never even met my mother!"

"Actually..."

"When?" he asked, accusatory.

"The first time, or...?"

"How do I not know about this? Me?"

"Well, I mean, you were dead, and your brother didn't want to go to the Chelsea Flower Show, and Andrea hates flowers..."

"You even know his assistant's real name?  She never tells anyone that!  It's like you're not even Molly Hooper!  Do you have three kids and a dog I don't know about, too?"

"Yes, I hide them under the bed in the spare room with your harpoon and the suitcase full of single socks you keep under there, which, I mean, I've never asked about because I probably don't want to know, but really...?"

"They were for—"

"—a case, yeah, got that. Anyway, yes, I know your mother, and no, we don't talk about you.  Much."

"You pass the Bechdel Test, congratulations," he said sarcastically.  "If she watches, why isn't she sticking up for me in the comments?"

Molly cleared her throat and looked away.

"Molly," he warned.

"She might have started the Pita thing.  As a joke!  Because she knows you!"

"What's her username?"

"I'd rather not say," she said, turning her face away.

"Molly."

"You're the detective, you figure it out."

Sherlock scrolled through the comments. "Oh for—CombustibleMummy?"

"Because of her book.  And because your Dad says—"

"Yes, thank you, I know exactly what my father says, I had to endure them pawing at each other my entire childhood.  Without the miracle of birth control there'd be enough of us to fill a small arena, I'm sure," he said, disgusted.

"That is a terrifying thought."

"Isn't it?" Sherlock smiled. "Speaking of irresponsible usage of birth control, are there baby shirts?  Rosie should have one."

"She does.  I traded Mary for a pair of pants with a magnifying glass on the back that says 'Clueing for Looks.  The Os are eyes."

"Never should have let her take over the merchandising," Sherlock muttered.