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nottheoone · 1 year ago

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faurdani · 8 months ago

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Matematika x Bahasa Inggris

Tantangan menjadi mahasiswa STEM dengan bahasa pengantar yang bukan bahasa pertama, buatku, adalah ketika berhitung. Atau mengerjakan soal matematika lainnya.

Sebelum melanjutkan studi di luar negeri, aku sudah lumayan dibiasakan untuk membaca buku berbahasa Inggris di jenjang S1. Hal itu membuatku relatif mudah mengikuti pelajaran dalam bahasa Inggris melalui teks. Mendengarkan pelajaran dalam bahasa Inggris yang disampaikan oleh dosen menjadi masalah yang lumayan bisa teratasi setelah cukup sering berinteraksi dengan mahasiswa lain dan rajin masuk kelas (mendengarkan dosen). Namun, mendengarkan dan memikirkan matematika dalam bahasa Inggris masih menjadi tantangan buatku.

Aku baru menyadari bahwa ketika aku membaca buku atau artikel ilmiah berbahasa Inggris (dalam hati), aku masih membaca persamaan dan perhitungan dalam bahasa Indonesia (contoh: "akar dua x ditambah lima, sama dengan y pangkat dua, ...dst"). Ketika mendengarkan dosen "melisankan" angka-angka, notasi, dan operator dalam bahasa Inggris, biasanya aku akan nge-lag. Apalagi di bulan-bulan pertama kuliah.

"Square root of two times five, equal to y squared, ..."

Sekarang aku memasuki pertengahan semester kedua. Insya Allah, aku rasa, aku sudah beradaptasi dengan listening matematika. Kini, aku berpindah ke masalah berikutnya yang perlu kuatasi: berpikir matematika. 😂

Saat mengerjakan soal hitungan, aku yang dulu selalu menggunakan bahasa Indonesia, kini mulai secara otomatis menggunakan bahasa Inggris.. tetapi perpindahan bahasa ini agak acak dan aku juga sulit mengontrol. Kadang suka nggak sadar, tahu-tahu berpikir bahasa Inggris, atau bahasa Indonesia. Jadi kadang pusing sendiri wkwkwkwk.

"N could be zero, one, two.. then we put n minus one factorial, times the sum of a to the n, ..."

Insya Allah, pada akhirnya aku akan terbiasa juga. Tapi memang awal-awal ini masa yang tidak mudah, ya. 😂 semangat~

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yandere-toons · 2 years ago

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Yandere WX-78 (Platonic Scenario - "Three Gears and a Gasket")

Warnings: Animal Death, Loss of Contact with Reality, Bloody Violence, Psychological Manipulation.

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The thud of a metal object hitting the dirt roused you from your nap by the campfire. The embers of the logs crackled and floated into the air, fanning you with a steady warmth. The safety of the fire counteracted the discomfort of seeing a brown automaton watching you in the dark.

They had no visible eyes, only a pair of dark sockets as empty as the hole in their chest cavity. Nothing but frayed wires of red and blue remained in the tangle of what was once an empathy module, or so the automaton claimed in a monotone voice distorted by static.

They spoke as one expected a computer to speak; all inflection was missing save for the occasional buzz of amusement. This delight was most often heard when pain befell you.

“WX-78” was their designation, and they were so deserving of the right to be called a person that they were above it. “Address me as your superior,” they had commanded.

The sky was filled with pink and orange as the sun fell below the horizon. A certain stillness had collapsed onto the camp and brought with it the chirps of nighttime creatures, their music interrupted by the occasional snore.

The sounds of people shifting and getting comfortable were especially loud to you, for you had found yourself cooking in the dim hours of the evening. The many asleep in bedrolls at your feet forced you to maneuver around them in a dance of sorts to make it to and from your bed.

When you returned from scrounging a couple of Moon Moth wings out of the group pile, WX-78 was standing at the campfire and gazing into the heart of the flames. “It reminds me of something,” they grumbled, with their head leaning forward to reach ever closer.

The light of the fire reflected in their hollow eyes.

You pinched the Moon Moth wings and inserted them into the top of the potato, sticking them halfway through its yellowish innards. The flames browned the potato for half a minute before you stuck it with a fire poker and lifted it from the rack.

Its faintly sweet aroma smelled of earth and butter, and its calloused texture was in stark contrast to the warm fire lapping your skin. The heat proved a welcome reprieve from the cold winds that blew into the camp at dusk.

The Butter Muffin was dropped into the clutches of WX-78, who cupped their hands to hold it.

It was a ghostly shade of white, and the wings of the Moon Moth helped it resemble the petals of a flower. The potato gave the wings a place to lay, its round shape imitating the fluffy mixture of bread and flour that made the baked good it was named after.

WX-78 observed in the Butter Muffin a certain innocence that they wished to savour. The vegetable and the insect cooked into it had been free of any violent intent in life, a fact that prompted it to be shoved through the slit in WX-78's face.

“Your tribute is acceptable, human.” The remains of the Butter Muffin speckled their brown face in white dots.

The word “tribute” implied that WX-78 was some sort of higher being and you were some kind of supplicant worshipping at their shrine.

* * *

A shift in the airflow startled you awake, and your arm rocketed from your side to clutch a small object hovering near the back of your head.

It was cold like unused pot metal, dense like a rock, inflexible like a tree branch. Many ridges and dents were roughening the otherwise smooth texture of its arched shape.

WX-78 stood on the opposite side of the cot and observed your rapid movement with a slight tilt of their head, their right hand raised and slowly retreating to their body.

“Foolish human,” they complained, condemning you through a thin mouth that did not move to match their grumbling. “You allowed yourself to slumber so deeply that you were one second away from an attack.”

The recklessness of a hot flash swelled over you in a rush of sweaty heat and shivering chills. It scrambled your thoughts like eggs in a frying pan just as it had poured a surge of adrenaline into your pounding heart.

It was as if a butterfly was flapping its wings inside your chest, and the exhaustion of insufficient sleep tugged at your eyelids with a hollow sting. Your eyes were wide open and circled by dark rings, closing slightly when you calmed your breaths enough to speak without hyperventilating.

“You'd attack me?” The question was uttered with a high-pitched tone cracked by confusion and alarm. Indistinct whispers floated to your ears from the forest, each one louder than before.

The inky black of their eye sockets was bottomless. WX-78 drilled into you with a steely silence that, combined with the distant emptiness of an automaton's face, betrayed the fact that there was something more unfolding deep within the recesses of their CPU.

“I would attack all organic life without mercy.”

The several moments that it had taken them to answer caused sweat to form along your brows and forehead, the droplets trickling past your narrowed eyes and running down your sunken cheeks.

Finally, WX-78 turned and stalked toward the campfire. They sat cross-legged in front of it with their back facing you. Their head drooped forward once again, and the creaks of gears locking signified that they were resting for the night.

You, however, tossed and turned in your bed for hours, plagued by fears of unseen assailants striking as soon as you were relaxed.

The whistles of the wind seemed to carry from the lips of a tall beast waiting in the shadows. Its highs and lows were far too melodic and controlled to be natural, so you strained your ears to hear something else, something more pleasant that would calm the paranoia raging in your mind.

Wigfrid was patrolling the outer reaches of the camp, humming a Scandinavian ballad and twirling a crooked spear. The rat-a-tat sounds of her prancing around the fence made of stakes were repetitive enough to drown out the whispers and snaps of twigs.

The sensations of a presence hovering above you and lying beside you faded with the rise of the sun, only to return minutes later when a pair of hands began to shake you as if their life depended on it.

“Could you wake up, please?” The brassy voice spoke through clenched teeth and gritted the word “please” with a frantic emphasis. The pressure applied by the hands vanished from your shoulders, and the voice dropped to an uncertain mumble. “Please?”

You cracked open a bloodshot eye to find Wilson fidgeting like a toddler at the peak of a sugar rush. He was wringing his hands together and wiping the resultant sweat on his red vest, although it did little to help the sweat running down his neck and matting the spikes in his black hair.

Wilson glanced at various tents and bedrolls, his eyes slowly turning to you before quickening once he realised that you were awake. “Oh, thank goodness!” He exhaled so loudly that you thought he might collapse then and there.

His shoulders lowered from the release of tension, and a hint of hope crept into his quivering lips and crinkled eyes. “We're out of firewood—”

Echoing in the camp was a roar so foul and strident that it cracked the surface of the earth and sent any other animals scurrying to the trees. The ground vibrated as if the victim of an earthquake, but it was no quake that threw such a towering shadow across the land.

Wilson lost some of his panic in exchange for a dash of annoyance. “And the Deerclops is attacking our camp.”

You leapt out of the bedroll in a stupor of sleep deprivation and alarm, your knees buckling and threatening to give out. Taking a moment to steady yourself allowed you to flee with Wilson to the entrance of the camp.

A clank and a clunk sounded from behind you, and WX-78 stopped at your side. “Human, I will accompany you.”

A Canadian-accented voice rang out from the western corner of the camp, where Woodie was swinging his axe Lucy at the great leg of the Deerclops. “Ey! Robot buddy! You can borrow one of my axes!”

WX-78 said nothing, merely looking in Woodie's direction before turning to scan the camp for a spare axe. They found one that had split a tree stump down the middle and was now sticking out of it.

After peeking over his shoulder and wincing at a stake that was hurled nearby, Wilson whipped around and raised his hands in a false gesture of confidence. “Well, as the lead scientist, I thought I would head the search.”

With one pull from a single arm, WX-78 ripped the axe out of the stump and made direct eye contact with Wilson as they did so.

Wilson crumpled like a piece of wet paper, his finger dropping to his chest and a mix between a whimper and a chuckle leaving him. He straightened his back and tapped his fingertips together in a scramble to regain some of his composure. “It's an excellent idea.”

His eyes were almost shut from how much he was squinting. “I shall await your return.” The weight of the forced smile on his face was too much to bear once WX-78 looked away, and Wilson slumped with an audible sigh.

“Whatever happened to the first law?” he murmured, talking low enough that he was sure WX-78 would not hear.

* * *

The clicks and raps of sticks hitting each other were the only sounds in the forest that day until you unearthed a gear hidden in the topsoil. It was oblong and designed with a series of bolt-shaped holes like the kind used to work massive clocks, and the layer of dirt coating it was not enough to stop WX-78 from snatching it.

They lifted it to their mouth and had it halfway down their throat when they paused. After a moment of contemplation, they slowly removed it and considered its different uses with a tilt of their head.

WX-78 put forward the gear and held it in alignment with your head, producing a low rumbling sound as they squinted at the way it fit into the shape of your skull. “You would make an adequate robot.”

The stick you were recovering from a bramble plummeted to the ground. “What did you say?”

No response came from them except for the fact that they did not lower the gear.

WX-78 heard the oncoming footsteps first, and they spun their head like an owl to pinpoint the intruder.

It was an older woman dressed in a plaid shirt and skirt, with her pointed slippers and hair bun embodying the spirit of a librarian. Wickerbottom was her name, and she held a hardback book with a spine as thick as a table.

Her eyes, which had been crinkled, opened a crack at the pair standing in front of her. “There you are,” she muttered, which prompted WX-78 to tighten their grip on the axe.

She hummed at the sight and greeted their axe-wielding self with a dry frown. “WX-78.” A withering scowl grew on her face when they refused to fully acknowledge her, merely having turned their head over their shoulder to peer from a distance.

Wickerbottom adjusted the rectangular eyeglasses to rest on the bridge of her pointed nose, sitting just below her closed eyes and just above her pursed lips. “I don't recall Wilson instructing you to forage at such nocturnal hours.”

WX-78 whirred at the implication that they could be commanded. A resounding ring from the axe whipped the wind as they turned around to lean towards Wickerbottom. “I do not take orders from organics.”

Keeping one hand near her eyeglasses, Wickerbottom leaned over to look past WX-78 and squinted at you with a hint of a smile as if expecting your presence. “Leading one of us astray, I see?”

Unmoving, they stared as her gaze soured like a spoiled peach. A moment of tense silence passed the likes of which were being crushed by a compressor, and WX-78 marched a few steps closer to her.

They outstretched an arm and extended their index finger to Wickerbottom, allowing the axe to fall into one hand and hover by their side. “Minion, you were not ordered to come here. Leave now.”

Despite her prim appearance, a musical quality lingered in her melancholy voice. “I'm merely here to assist, you cantankerous automaton.” Wickerbottom opened her book of pages decorated with illustrations of greenery and raised it close to her face.

It was titled “Applied Horticulture,” and when she began to read the text, every plant and tree in the area flourished as if fed by super fertiliser. Branches grew twice as long, trunks thickened to double their size, and flowers opened in full bloom to fill the air with pollen that drew harsh sneezes from you.

Your eyes started to water and redden, leaking tears down to your runny nose and dry throat. This blurred vision and constant jerks of your neck caused you to bonk your forehead on the pile of sticks in your arms.

The echoes of your sneezes were panting and heaving shouts that startled birds in the forest and chased them into the night sky. The numerous chirps and flutters of wings were like static on a television set, and angry creases formed on Wickerbottom's face.

She raised a thin finger to her lips and hushed you before turning back and flipping a page in her book.

A series of heavy footsteps thudded from behind, crunching a trail of leaves and crushing a multitude of twigs scattered around the forest floor. The whirr of turning gears and the rattle of metal colliding with thick layers of dirt quickened as the noise drew near.

“Let us depart.” The processed beats of their voice box alerted you to the lumbering figure of WX-78, who was stamping forward to block your sight of Wickerbottom. “This exchange is counterproductive to our foraging.”

They were facing you, but the decision to put their back to Wickerbottom was deliberate.

You staggered away from the excess of flowers sprouting at your feet. The guiding hand of WX-78 pushed you along in what you assumed was the direction of the camp, with the voice of Wickerbottom growing quieter and more confused.

It was when the first hound's howl broke the silence of the night that your vision cleared and your nose dried. The ability to breathe without wheezing and swelling pain were like waking from a restful nap, but this clarity of thought allowed some old paranoia to resurface.

Whispers carried on the wind, engaging in indistinct conversations that you were not allowed to join. A few resembled the hisses of leaves rustling, while others were akin to bees buzzing and dogs growling.

The forest had never been so claustrophobic and hostile as it was at that moment. It was as if the trees themselves were prepared to uproot and give chase, and every thicket was the hiding place for a creature with one thousand fangs and a taste for meat.

Once a haven of nature, the grove had become a trap of nightmares and suffocating closeness under the moonlight.

The bushes threatened to smother you in their lush growth; the berries you had eaten so aptly before were now poisonous; the wildlife was perched on branches waiting to pounce—it all repelled you like the meeting of two north poles on a pair of magnets.

You stared into the forest with unshakable dread wrapping its cold tendrils of sweat around your neck. Your eyes were burning from the dry breeze blowing past them, but you refused to blink for fear of missing the arrival of some beast.

In your mind dwelled its gnashing teeth, its gnarled talons, and its beady gaze. Its ragged fur and its spindly spine flashed on the edge of reality. A part of you believed that such thoughts had summoned it or created it, but time dragged forward without a single noise from the treeline.

Turning your back to it would surely conjure it, you told yourself, which seemed to be true when a rigid hand landed on your shoulder from behind. A spin and a backwards leap revealed that it was no beast but rather the arm of WX-78.

The buzzes and pops of sound that had been crawling into your ears like worms were partly the voice of WX-78, who faced you with soulless eyes and an even bleaker lack of expression. “Fleshling, your inferior mind is crumbling.”

Their touch was like something creeping beneath your skin, and the urge to itch where they had touched was unbearable.

Before you could mutter a half-coherent response, WX-78 moved their head slightly to the left and then yanked you forward by the shoulder. You tumbled to the ground behind them as they stomped towards the forest and brandished their axe.

“Something is coming,” they droned, and again, you heard the feral growls emanating from deep inside the bowels of the forest.

At once, the voices of the wilderness quieted. Then, a shrieking howl echoed in the night.

The bushes at the edge of the woods rustled, and a dark figure lunged out of the blackness with a string of drool whipping the air. It landed on all fours, a hound with yellow and black fur and a gaping mouth of red.

Its stout body and fat nose were vaguely pig-like. The hound opened its mouth so wide that its lower jaw reached its disproportionately small paws and charged at WX-78 with a loud series of ravenous barks.

A deadly and precise whirl of the axe silenced it, only for an additional hound to dash from the treeline and stampede across the moonlit grassland. Its paws flattened a trail of grass with thwacks like a fly swatter hitting its mark, and its shadow stretched along the earth to the size of a giant.

Just as WX-78 was pulling their axe from the original hound, you turned halfway at the sound of panting and were tackled by a mouthful of fangs.

The bulky weight of the hound was an anchor sitting on your chest and far exceeded what you had imagined from its short stature. Its claws etched themselves in your shoulders and upper arms as if a sculptor painfully dragging a jagged stone through clay, but it set its teeth upon your neck.

A frantic wiggle and a moment of squirming forced its snout downward, where it opted for your collarbone instead. The bites were akin to razors cutting past your skin for surgery without anesthetics.

The hound was knocked away by a swift kick to the head, dislodging its teeth from you in a forceful manner that opened many gashes across your upper chest. It scrambled to its feet and tore up thin roots in the process before launching itself at the leg of yours that had kicked it.

A shriek of agony rocketed from your lips as you sat up and began pounding on the hound with your fists. The cries ached in your throat, and the urge to stop screaming came with a wave of vertigo.

It was as if you were falling from a great height despite never leaving the ground. Nausea and drowsiness came next, both of which churned your stomach and sucked the will to fight out of you with the haste of someone downing their favourite drink.

The steel blade of the axe rung with a high-pitched hum, not unlike the toll of a bell. WX-78 reared it above their head and aimed for the neck, swinging it with wanton force and the intent to not do anything less than leave the hound brutalized.

As soon as the axe was brought down upon its head, you were blinded by a warm substance splattering your face and torso in a diagonal stripe. Your hand instinctively went to wipe the liquid from your eyes and flick it onto the grass.

The squelches and rings of the blade continued almost a minute after the howls and whines of the hound had ceased. You lowered your hand to see WX-78 hacking it as if they were cutting through plants in a jungle, each chop landing with more aggression than the last.

They swung the axe for a final time and slowly turned to look at you. How they did so—only turning their head and not their full body—placed their head at such a sharp angle that no human could match it without dying.

WX-78 was slightly hunched, their shoulders raised and their neck bent forward. Their expressionless face was more haunting to you than the widest smile, and it took three tries before you managed to pull your eyes away.

“Disgusting,” came a drone from the inert mouth of WX-78, who spared nothing more than a glance at the carcass when they jerked the axe out of its gore.

WX-78 watched as you tore off a strip of your clothes to fashion a tourniquet, but that meant walking with a limp. The pins and needles of blood loss stuck your leg up and down before a wave of numbness washed it all away.

It took half your energy reminding yourself not to pull your injured leg forward and take a step with it. The trial winded you and filled your head with a lightness that was like walking on clouds, so long as you did not look down to see the streaks of drying blood running the length of your leg.

Doing this enveloped you in a coldness that was akin to tying a wet blanket around your skull. It drained the strength from your knees until they shook like uncertain foundations and dumped you on the ground, scraping the skin of your palms as you fought to not have your face eat the dirt.

A series of clanks grew louder and louder, and you looked up through hazy eyes to find WX-78 blocking your sight of the moon. They stank of blood and rust just like the axe dripping in their hand.

Instead of carrying you, WX-78 grabbed your unscathed forearm and began dragging you through the dirt as if hauling a loaded sack.

With each minute that passed, the surrounding trees and thickets grew less familiar. The land had lost its rolling hills and replaced them with a flat meadow devoid of any inhabitants save for a solitary building.

A glass door overlooked your approach, but what lay behind it was as dark and secretive as the woodland.

This was not the way back to the camp, but you were too weak to protest beyond silent thoughts.

There was blood seeping through the tourniquet and staining it with a shade of crimson that glistened under the moon. Your vision was greying and losing more light the longer you noticed the leak, so you turned on your side and planted your free hand in the earth.

This grass crunched like a head of lettuce under your palms, blackened and cursed to never grow again until the passage of many decades.

The dirt here was scorched and mixed with ash as though kindled by a flame long since extinguished. The shapes of burnt objects had been imprinted on the earth in dark outlines, and the only remains were brittle fragments of metal that crumbled to dust and ash at your touch.

WX-78 then released you with no warning, prompting the back of your head to smack the ground. A feeble groan was the most you could offer in response.

The clanks and clunks of moving joints lasted for a couple of seconds before they entered your vision and stopped to loom over you. You wondered if WX-78 was checking to see if you were breathing, and once they confirmed that you were, they turned away.

They were starting to march toward the building when you mustered all your strength to sit up. The immense weight of your head caused it to wobble, which sent a spear of pain into your eyes and neck.

Instead of providing a shoulder to lean on or a swift tug to help you to your feet, WX-78 pushed you down.

You attempted to rise from the dirt once more, only for their metal hand to grasp your collarbone and shove you to the ground. WX-78 then pinned you against the cool grass with a stiff grip that dug into your skin like nails.

The tall blades of grass swayed along with the chill in the wind, tickling your face like incessant fingers tapping for attention and curling around it as if swallowing you.

Dangling in the night sky was a full moon of wondrous luminosity, and it shone upon WX-78 to encase them in a silvery glow. Deep in their eye sockets there seemed to lay a flicker of light.

“Fleshling,” they said in a bid for you to mind them.

A pregnant silence followed that lasted far too many seconds, during which WX-78 became as still as a body in a casket. Some fearful part of you was waiting for them to snap your neck or crush your windpipe like one of the various twigs they enjoyed breaking beneath their feet.

“You are damaged.”

Despite their lack of obvious eyes, it was growing nigh impossible to shake the weight of their gaze as they refused to look away.

“I will fix you.”

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jenosdaemi · 3 years ago

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list of things | johnny suh

Pairing: teen!JOHNNY x Reader Genre: Fluff, high school love, teen love Word count: 3k Warnings: high school setting, mentions of feeling anxious, johnny lurking around reader lol, not many warnings really

Summary: You have this feelings for Johnny for a while now, and the fact that Johnny is so friendly with everyone turned your crush into something deeper. In an attempt to confess your love for him, you wrote him a list of things that made you fall in love with him.

AN: I only really write drabbles for birthday celebrants but Johnny holds a very dear place in my heart that I ended up writing him a full story. Happiest birthday Johnny boy!!

Taglist: @thejeongjaehyun @legbouk @alwaysthefirstsight

The cafeteria is filled with the buzzing noise of students’ chattering and the clutterings of their cutleries as they eat their lunch. You looked in Johnny’s direction and watched him smile as he listened to his friend’s story and laughed after. He has such a beautiful smile and you couldn’t help but feel this happiness in your heart. You sighed with a grin painted on your face and looked down at the envelope you were holding.

It has only been a month since you acquainted yourself with him. You’ve known him for a long time and probably developed a liking for him ever since, but last month, you managed to make Johnny see you, know you and get to know you.

You never had a problem with daylight saving time before until one day you came into the class an hour and a half early. You thought you were late but it surprised you how the room is still empty. You sat yourself down, still confused and took out your phone to double-check your class schedule when someone knocked on the door. You looked up and saw Johnny’s smile that never failed to make you run after your heart.

“Another victim of DST?” He asked and walked to the seat in front of you.

“Is it DST today?” You quietly asked.

You swore he looked right through your soul before giving you another smile and nodded. “I’m Johnny.” He introduced himself.

You have always been the introverted one and he’s always been the social butterfly. You never once doubted his friendliness, but you didn’t expect that you would experience it firsthand.

You gave him a timid smile and gathered the courage to offer your hand, “Y/N.”

You were shaken back to reality when you heard Johnny and his friends getting up from their seats. You took another deep breath before walking up to him. You softly tapped his broad shoulder, your heart beating wildly in your chest you feel like you’re going to pass out any minute now. Johnny turned around with a blank expression but smiled immediately when he saw you.

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?” He asked. You looked at him then looked at his friends behind him.

“Uhm, can I please talk to you?” You were so soft-spoken your request almost sounded like a whisper.

Johnny understood immediately and asked his friends to go ahead first without him. He bid them goodbye and faced you again with a smile. “We can talk now.” He pulled both straps of his bag as he waited for you to speak.

With shaking hands, flushed cheeks and unsteady breathing, you extended your hand holding an envelope to him. You looked down on your feet as you gave it, scared to catch his glance.

You felt Johnny accepted it, “What’s this, Y/N?”

You could feel your face getting hotter by the second. “I-Uhm. It’s for you and I need you to read it alone at home. I have to g-go.” You said and quickly turned around to leave the hot mess you’ve created back there.

Johnny was left alone, confused, standing in the middle of a busy cafeteria with a blush pink envelope in his hand with his name written on it in your handwriting.

He looked for you at class after lunch break but you didn’t show up. Every time someone comes in the door, he would look up hoping to see a familiar face. He wanted to open the envelope you gave him so badly but he remembered your request to read it when he’s home.

Johnny couldn’t wait for the day to end and decided to skip his remaining classes for the rest of the day and went straight home. He ran to his room and opened the letter quickly but carefully.

It’s a three-page letter. He sat on his bed and wasted no time reading it.

List of things Johnny Suh did that made me fall in love with him.

1. Bought everyone a fruit snack.

It was during our group project and everyone was so stressed out because the deadlines are nearing but we haven’t completed anything yet, everyone was so focused that none remembered to take a break and eat. That’s when you left the library and came back with 3 boxes of fruit snacks and water for all of us. You handed it yourself to everybody and the way you smiled watching them eat the food you bought just brings butterflies to my stomach. You were very thoughtful, this alone should be enough to love you.

2. Willing to make a fool out of himself to make everyone laugh.

You have probably noticed how everyone was so uptight doing their own tasks on the first day of meeting groups. You, being the social butterfly that you are, became the common friend of everyone. You managed to make everyone feel welcomed by cracking stupid dry jokes. “Mango that makes the man go wild” isn’t a funny joke and never will be. The only reason we all laughed is because of how dry it was. But I appreciate it nevertheless.

3. He is very sweet… to everyone.

You never, not once, was anything other than sweet. After our group study, everyone was set to go straight home, even I planned to go home and rest. But you came up to me as I was started walking and asked me if I wanted to grab protein smoothies with you. I was taken aback, I couldn’t think and wasn’t able to speak for a minute. There are other 8 people in our group but I was the one you have chosen to invite. I was going to say yes when you said, “I asked Joy but she said she’s tired already and I have these two free protein smoothies coupons. What do you think?” Of course, I was disappointed because I was just your second thought, but then I realized that other than Joy, there are still 7 other people in our group that you could have asked. So I went. Also, surprisingly, the protein smoothies didn’t make my stomach hurt. I know there’s dairy in it and I cannot take lactose, I was expecting a horrible mess after that drink but I was feeling fine all day. Weird.

4. Short shamed me.

I was reaching for something from the back of my locker, but I couldn’t reach it. Why did they make the lockers too high, I don’t know why. I am so close to bursting a vein when you said, “Let me” behind me. I instinctively gave way and looked up to you as you grabbed my stuff from my locker without much effort needed. You handed me my folder and said, “Here you go short stuff.” I couldn't help to giggle with your chosen nickname and I cannot deny how it made my heart flutter. I said my thanks and asked “How short exactly are you? Are you 5 flat?” To short people, one inch is a big deal so I gasped offended and replied, “No! I am taller than that, I am 5’1!” Then you grinned so wide I could feel my cheeks flush. “But 5’1 isn’t tall.” You said teasingly. Just because you’re a foot taller than me means you can make fun of my height, but you still managed to creep into my heart like that.

By the way, I know 5’1 isn’t tall but it’s definitely still tall-ER than 5’0.

5. Became my most supportive temporary best friend

I was alone during lunch break and I had a bad day. Normally I would talk to Yerim about it but she was taking her makeup exam at that time so I was all alone. I guess my frown is really disturbing because you came up to me and asked me how to help me. At first, I literally have no idea what you were talking about. You pulled a chair in front of me and put your chin on top of both of your hands. “That frown. How can I help to remove that from your face?” You asked and smiled. You sure do love smiling. Maybe because it feels like you’re so trustworthy or maybe because I really need to let it out, I vent out on you. I told you everything that ruined my day and you were just there in front of me listening, looking so interesting and giving me advice as my best friend would. You even called me “Girl” several times, which definitely made my frown disappear. Thank you.

6. Bought me coffee for a week and one day

I don’t know how it happened or how we got into that conversation, but we were waiting for our other groupmates when we started debating what was the colour of Pikachu’s tail. I first said it was orange at the bottom and yellow for the rest. You looked at me with a smile on your face and said there’s black somewhere in his tail. So I googled a picture of Pikachu and you’re so wrong. You just chuckled and asked me what I want because I won. I cannot remember making a bet, but I guess I did because that’s something I would do. I couldn’t think of anything when you offered to buy me coffee every morning. Honestly, that’s the best week of my life. Every day you would wait for me by my locker with a warm coffee in hand. I got so used to it and counted how many days left do I have, that’s why I am so shocked when you still showed up with coffee the day after a week has passed. I wish I didn’t tell you that the week was already over because the coffee stopped the very next day.

There are still a lot of things I could list down, but this has been getting longer than I expected it would be. I am a very shy person and I know I wouldn’t be able to express myself like this to you if I did this in person. You don’t have to say anything to me and I am not expecting you to return my feelings. I would understand if you would put a distance between the two of us after reading this letter (but I sincerely hope you wouldn't)

I’ve fallen in love with you Johnny Suh. Deeply and sincerely in love with you.

Johnny read your letter over and over again. He almost memorized every word you’ve written. He didn’t say anything nor reacted to it. He just sat there on his seat, absorbing every once of words in your letter before refolding it and putting it on his table. He sat back on his chair, stared outside his window and dwelled on his thoughts.

You were very anxious to come to school the next morning but you have to. You went straight to your locker to hang your jacket and grab the stuff you need for your first period. As soon as you opened the door of your locker, a piece of envelope fell to your feet.

You looked around to see if someone is looking suspicious. Who would put an envelope in your locker? You had an idea, you wanted to dare and say his name but you didn’t want to disappoint yourself if you’re wrong.

You bent down to take it and observed it. It has your name written on it, you can barely read it because of the god awful handwriting, but you could still recognize your name. You tore it open and there you saw pieces of paper. You unfolded it saw a list looking so similar to the one you have written. You could swore that your heart never beat this fast before, you know damn well whose this from. It’s from Johnny.

List of things I did to make the woman I like fall in love with me.

1. Pretend to buy everyone a snack so I can feed her.

I did not buy everyone a fruit snack. Yes, I noticed everyone isn’t taking breaks but I specifically heard your stomach grumble. It breaks my heart to think you’re starving yourself just to finish a group project we’re all responsible for. I went out to buy you a snack, but I didn’t want you to find out about my feelings for you yet, and I didn’t want to be so obvious so I bought everyone snacks instead. And no, I wasn’t watching everyone with a smile on my face. I was just watching you and you alone.

2. Make impromptu jokes to make her notice me.

Believe it or not, I didn’t make jokes to make everyone comfortable. I am glad that I made them less awkward, but I made a fool out of myself to make you notice me. As weird as it sounds, I researched what do girls commonly like in a guy, and in every article, I’ve read it says that humour takes a huge factor. So I tried. I guess my jokes aren’t funny, but I think dry jokes became my charm.

3. Bought the most expensive free smoothie coupons

That’s right. I bought the coupons and I bought them from Joy. No, Joy isn’t my first choice and until now I feel so stupid for saying that. It’s just that you looked at me for too long, I thought you were finding me weird for asking you out to get a protein smoothie all of a sudden and that's the first reason that came out of my mouth. Why did I buy those coupons? Because I need a reason to ask you out. I imagined it saying, “I’ve got these coupons, it would be a waste if I don’t use them, do you want to come?” It was so much cooler in my head, but all of my confidence disappears when you’re in front of me.

Oh, and I know you’re lactose intolerant and ordered you a dairy-free smoothie, it’s another reason why I wanted to get those coupons so bad because they have a lactose-free option for protein powder.

4. Short shamed her and did not regret it one bit

I know it would sound creepy when I say this but I just couldn’t take my eyes away from you. So when you stood on your toes to reach your folders, I couldn’t help but find you cute. But why would you put them in such a high area when you know you’ll not be able to reach them on your own? My heart flutters in the weirdest things you do, I decided to help you when I saw you’re starting to get annoyed. I never noticed our height difference before until that day, our heights looked good together so I had to ask how tall are you. I didn’t mean to offend you with my question but I was just genuinely asking.

And don’t worry! You are very cute just as you are. Very my type. I love everything about you and would gladly accept all 5’1 of you.

5. Missed lunch to listen to her problems

Whenever I come into a room, cafeteria, school corridors and literally everywhere in school, I have a habit of scanning the crowd to find you. That specific day I found you alone and wearing a frown on your face. Why and what made you upset? Something in me boils that I forgot I was hungry and made my way to your table. It almost crushed my soul when you looked up to me without smiling, you always smile. I asked you what’s the problem and it felt so good that you share them with me. I am glad that you trust me enough to tell me what went bad on your day and how you let me cheer you up and become your ‘temporary best friend.’

If that happens again and Yerim wasn’t around to lend you an ear. I am here and never hesitate to tell me. I will always be here.

6. Started a debate and kept giving the wrong answer so I could see her smile

I asked you if you know what colour was Pikachu’s tail, you were so excited and bragged how you have been watching Pokemon every night and you know the correct answer to that. You were right that there’s no black in Pikachu’s tail, I should know because I have been watching Pokemon since I was a child. But seeing you laugh because you know you’re right makes me want to pull you into a big hug and rain you with kisses. I purposely gave you the wrong answer just so to see your satisfied and proud smiles.

And about the bet, there’s no bet, we never agreed nor started a bet about it. I just wanted to buy you coffee every morning because I remember you telling me that coffee completes your day, I was going to say my ‘punishment’ should be to get you coffee for a month but I thought a month would be an overstretched, so I settled for a week. Like you, I count down how many days left do I have of having the pleasure of spoiling you with coffee. I knew the week was over, but I still bought you coffee in hopes that you forgot about the deadline, and buying you coffee in the morning could be our thing after that. But you noticed, so I stopped the next day.

There are also a lot of things I did to make you fall in love with me, it’s stupid to even try because I know you’re out of my league but it makes my heart soar how you feel the same for me. I’m sorry if I am a coward and that you have to take the first move, but I am thankful that you did. I couldn’t think of any other way to confess my love for you other than copying how you confessed yours to me.

I too have fallen in love with you Y/N Y/LN. Deeply and sincerely in love with you too.

You were reading the last couple sentences of the letter when someone softly tapped your shoulder. You turned around and looked up to Johnny with a smile on your lips and tears on your eyes.

“Hi.” He greeted and handed you a cup of coffee.

“Our thing.” You smiled as you accepted the cup of coffee.

Johnny nodded and pulled you closer to him, embracing you into his strong arms and warm chest. “That’s right. Our thing.”

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r3d1ke · 2 years ago

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if anyone wants to translate this, be my guest.

#talking twtt

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networksims · 4 years ago

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A Simple Neon Sign Tutorial [TS4]

By Networksims [Twitter / YT / TSR]

You will need:

Sims4Studio

Blender 2.9

Any image editor

1. Open S4S. Under “Object”, select “Create 3D Mesh” then click “Object”

2. Search for “plank” and select the wall light.

3. Under the meshes tab, click export mesh (make sure LOD 0 is selected in the dropdown).

4. Open the exported file in blender.

5. Select “s4studio_mesh_1″ from the top right menu. Then press TAB to go into edit mode, and then press A to select it all.

6. Press X and select “Vertices” in the menu that appears to delete the object. Do not delete the object from the top right menu.

7. Now press TAB again to go into object mode, and add a text object using the bottom left menu.

8. This will add a generic text object to the mesh. Press TAB again to edit it and enter whatever text you’d like.

9. Now press TAB again and select the font menu from the top right menu.

10. Find these options and press the folder icon next to “Regular”.

11. Navigate to your font folder and select the font you’d like to use. (Windows users: open “Font Settings” from your settings and you can preview all your fonts).

12. Now your text should be in your selected font.

13. Press ALT C and select “Mesh from Curve”

14. Press TAB then CTRL + N, and tick the “Inside” box that should appear in the bottom left.

15. Press TAB again and select the modifiers menu from the bottom right. Then click “Add Modifier” and find “Decimate”. Make sure you’re in object mode, not edit mode.

16. Select the “Planar” option and increase the angle limit as much as you can before the text becomes too distorted. 15o is generally your best bet.

17. I’m now adding a border around my text. If you don’t want to do this skip to step 20. In edit mode, add a “Plane” to your mesh. Drag the edges in till it fits around your text and raise it so it lays flat with the text.

18. Press I and drag your mouse towards the centre of the mesh until you get the desired border width.

19. With face select on, select the centre face, press X and select “Faces”.

20. With all the mesh selected, press R and click wherever. In the bottom left menu, enter 90o as the angle and tick the Y and Z boxes under “Constraint Axis”. Drag it around until it’s fairly centred and lines up with the shadow box.

21. In edit mode, press E and drag forward until the desired depth.

22. In the top right menu, click on “Text” and shift-click on “s4studio_mesh_1″, then press CTRL + J.

23. Select “s4studio_mesh_0″ in the top right corner, and, in edit mode, press S and scale it down to 0.

24. In edit mode, make sure all your sign is selected, then click “Image” > “New Image” in the far left corner. Click OK. You should get a weird set of lines and the texture on your mesh should look terrible. This is normal.

*This is UV-mapping. Normally faces are selected one-by-one to create a nice clean texture map which can then be used to create beautiful textures. However since our sign will be flat white with no shading, it doesn’t really matter.

25. Press SHIFT + CTRL + S to save your file.

26. In the top left, delete “s4studio_mesh_0″. Then select “s4studio_mesh_1″, open the “Scene” menu and change “Cut” under “S4Studio CAS Tools” to 0. Repeat step 25 but do not override your other mesh.

27. Open S4S again. Under the meshes tab, for each of the non-shadow LODs, import your first mesh. For the shadow LODs, import your second. You may need to make different LODs depending on your mesh’s complexity.

28. In an image editor, make a 64x64px white png.

29. In the “Textures” tab in S4S, import your white square as the texture.

30. Go into the “Warehouse” tab and find the three images called “DST Image”. Replace the second with this and the third with this.

31. And we’re done! Save in S4S, put the package into your mods folder and enjoy your new light :)

#sims #sims 4 cc #tutorial #cc tutorial

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toomanyrobins · 4 years ago

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Prologue: After the Mayhem

A/N: Hopefully this can grow into a series! Finger CRossed

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: 300ish

After the bombing in New York, Hotch was forced to take a sabbatical. With the team a man down, and JJ pregnant, Strauss decided to bring in a new agent. She called all of them into a meeting at the round table early in the week following the events in New York. The whole team was apprehensive at the prospect of a new teammate, especially one that Strauss approved of. They were surprised when they were greeted by a young woman in her early twenties.

Once everyone was there, Strauss made quick introductions of the team, “This is Agent Y/N Emard. She is joining us from DST and I’m sure she will fit in well with this team. Good luck Agent.” Strauss gave her a quick nod and left the room.

Y/n gave a small smile, “It’s lovely to meet you all.” The team seemed kind but were clearly unsure of the new agent. She could feel the air of uncertainty filling the room.

Garcia, who was always looking for new women to join girls’ night, sat down next to her, “I don’t know DST off of the top of my head.”

“DST is french intelligence, right?

Y/N nodded at the dark haired woman that had been introduced as Agent Prentiss. “Yes, I’ve lived there when I was 14.”

Derek surveyed the young woman, “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

“23, but I promise, I’m not new to this kind of work. I’ve been profiling for six years.”

“Looks like Pretty Boy has some competition for team genius.”

Y/N laughed, “I’m not a genius. My father worked for DST and I was always around. It was the only career path that interested me. So, is this everyone?”

“You’ll meet our intrepid leader, Agent Hotchner, once he returns to duty. He was injured in a case and had to take some time off.” Y/N nodded in understanding.

The blonde, pregnant woman stood up, “Alright, sorry to cut off introductions, but Los Angeles is asking for our help.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #spencer reid

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⧱Appetency⧱

{At heart Wilson is truly a man of science. It's not in his nature to resist the call of the unknown...}

You side-eye the man a few steps away from the log you sat on, watching him eagerly re-reading through his blueprints on the makeshift table the two of you made, claiming it as a work desk.

You couldn't help but let your lips curl up at his fidgeting. Finding it oddly cute and rather funny when you notice him mumble a few words here or there. His face having a certain pink glow.. Myabe due to the lightning of the fire.

Glancing back at the small fire, the chopped bits of meat turn a darker color as you turn the skewers so the other side could crisp up.

You couldn't help but recall the few times he acted like this in front of you...

During your first meeting, the two of you were more different than... Well, many things!

Clothes for one! While you are dressed in more contemporary wear and fabrics. His was more, dignified, well.. As much as cloths could be in The Constance.

Wilson, ever the gentleman, glances away as you walk beside him. Clothes riding up slightly against your skin, heaving slightly as you drag back your kills together.

You try to strike up conversation and gain his attention, yet his milky-skin becomes a light pink as you do.

The way he spoke, too!

"My dear, are you alright?" You blink, the first time you've been called such a pet-name.

"Huh-? Oh, I'm fine! Don't sweat it!" You wave it off, a bit surprised at the warmth in your own face as you laugh it away.

""Sweat it"? Dearie, I thought we both concluded that the weather is rather too cold for such things."

He was an oddball, but.. You liked him all the same.

While you day-dreamed, Wilson peeked at your expression. Enamored by the sight of your far-away gaze, he tried to see if anything caught your eye. Though he couldn't find a single thing, what kind of lovely thought a beauty like you could have?

A small sigh left him as he turned back to his blueprints.

Meeting you was one of the strangest and most wonderful encounters he's had since being stuck on the wretched island.

You were quite.. What's the word.. Rather, many words could describe you! Or, actions spoke a bit louder to him.

During the winter season, more so Winters Feast. Wilson sat by the fire, shivering as he made a thermal stone. You and Chester arrive back to camp, you frown as you take a spot beside him.

His eyes held agitation, not bothering to wander his sights on your pitying look.

Kind could be one.. Maybe well-meaning.

You politely take a seat beside him, not too close as Chester happily barked and opened his jaw.

You pull out a few items, cautiously setting a small scarf down on his lap. "I know you don't prefer hats... So I thought this might be more.. um.. Ya' know? "Suitable"?" You test out the phrase on your tongue, smiling hopefully.

You were.. Unknown to him. Such as this daft place, his fate had now been resigned too!

Though.. You made grand company.

Helping him pick up crops, you sang a small tune under your breath. Bits of giggles leaving your throat at a few lyrics. A bit curious of the song, he spoke up.

Questions and inquiries left him as he rambled.

You only smiled, head tilting to the side a few times in confusion at a few proposals he had on the song.

"That's lot-" You huff out a laugh, Wilson could only smile back patiently. Waiting politely now, wanting to listen. You playfully bump his side, "Alright, I'll tell you."

You blink away your former thoughts after smelling the scent of something burning...

..!

Yelping, you grab the skewers. But it burns your hands! Causing you to drop them in the fire...

You groan unhappily, now staring at a worried Wilson as he moves to your side.

"Dear, it's alright, we're lucky to have made a few extra rations." Wilson states as he takes a seat, politely holding out his hand for you.

You slowly grin, nodding as you hand him your hand. Interlacing them together. The scientists eyes widen as he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "I.. Wanted to see if you burned your hand."

Your own eyes widen as you let go quickly.

"I'm fine! See? Oh..." You glance at your hand and see a small cut.

Wilson gently takes your hand, encompassing it tenderly in his palms.

"A butterflies wing should fix it up." Wilson states, fixated on your hand. Lightly tracing it, the touch was kinda soothing...

Chester yips happily, bumping your leg as he opens his jaw. Wilson smiles happily at the chest, "Otto von Chesterfield, Esquire! You smart little lad!" Taking the items from the small critter, Wilson hands it to you as he pets the creature fondly.

The two of you laugh together as the sun slowly sets, the fire burning even brighter.

[Happy 11th Anniversary DS/DST! I had a big crush on Wilson when I was younger, so this needed to be made! Anyway, hearts and reblogs are appreciated! Let's see some comments too! Happy birthday Wilson!]

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