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yung-gunshot · 3 years ago

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I posted 18,522 times in 2021

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For every post I created, I reblogged 1088.5 posts.

I added 19 tags in 2021

#fuck all life - 5 posts

#co signed - 3 posts

#great basin moment baby - 2 posts

#loud - 2 posts

#wig... - 2 posts

#thank you for always supplying me with more pics of fuyu - 1 posts

#every fucking year now i have to say this about the fires affecting the great basin and people look at me like im insane - 1 posts

#trinity seven was fucking garbage - 1 posts

#minus the absolute bollocks ending - 1 posts

#gantz was pretty good - 1 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#fucking love wearing a mask when working and seeing some mf with those ring doorbell cameras like no your not gonna see my face today

My Top Posts in 2021

Tagged by @daturachan

teehee thank you sorry its late xD

Favorite color - gween

Last song - https://youtu.be/da9YuE2N7rE black stacey dash by jpegmafia

Last movie - uhhhhh tbh its been a while but i think it was The Wailing

Last show - date a live season 3 baby

Currently reading - yofukashi no uta rn

Tea or coffee - became a coffee guy recently but i still like a good cup of chamomile tea

Currently working on - taking care of the new baby shrimp my older shrimps had!

Im gonna tag @euthymiclurker @bocchikurosawa amd @clovertheboymoder :)

2 notes • Posted 2021-07-09 05:52:42 GMT

cherry, amethyst, penny, prussian blue and onyx :D

soooooooo xD

cherry: YouTubers you enjoy watching?

theres this cod youtuber named marley thirteen and i just came across his video randomly one day. this guy is so fucking hilarious to me its probably the scottish accent but ive been enjoying his stuff and he’s pretty chill

amethyst: do you collect anything?

when i was little i was really into collecting quarters for some reason, then i realized quarters have their deisgn changed like ever other year and i couldn’t keep track at some point. rn i would say im just collecting patches and enamel pins but really causually bc my local hot topic doesn’t carry a big selection

penny: icecream or cake

icecream baby im not a big cake fan tbh

prussian blue: what's your first choice at the vending machine

its gotta be a root beer (barq’s or mug i don’t discriminate) if not then ill settle for some sour cream chips

onyx: do you still play Minecraft?

i used to play a lot when i was a freshman way back but i haven’t touched it since

2 notes • Posted 2021-09-25 03:42:10 GMT

green, blue, turquoise, claret, cream, lilac, pecan!

sooooo x2 :)

green: do you have a favourite flower?

hibiscus because they make a tasty sour drink which i love

blue: preferred type of weather?

gloomy thunderstorm type of weather windy and light rain is the best, then its any type of snowstorm

turquoise: favorite sea animal?

octopus and jellyfish were always number one for me and its closely followed by isopods lol

claret: do you play an instrument? do you want to learn to play any?

i used to play the trumpet when i was in 6th grade but i stopped and never continued, i really wanted to learn drums but it just never happened

cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any?

i have neither of them, piercings are really cool but i dont think i would look good with them, tattoos are nice and ive thought about getting some like under my arm and thighs/legs i probably would let friends give me the good ol stick and poke for some random fun small tattoos

lilac: dogs, cats, or fish?

all creatures :)

pecan: shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up?

Arcanum by Show me the Body

2 notes • Posted 2021-09-25 04:56:22 GMT

peony, mulberry, almond!

these are dangerously close i feel like lol recently i made a playlist of song i would kill to and sometimes i feel like i could never be as funny as you~! ily!

3 notes • Posted 2021-05-01 06:21:51 GMT

Tagged by @advancewars2

shuffle your music library and name the first 10 songs (im pulling from my huge playlist where i dump everything i like)

S.O.S In Bel Air - Phoenix

SISTER/NATION - Brockhampton

Pink Ocean - The Voidz

Vindaloo - Armand Hammer

The Message - Kamasi Washington

Fuck the System - System of a Down

Hunter - Portishead

Grimy Waifu - Jpegmafia

Whatever I Want(Fuck Who’s Watching) - Death Grips

Prescription/Oxymoron - ScHoolboy Q

let see @kururugi-kun @daturachan @fuyumayuzumi @shinjis @dementatree @stalemochi teehee

7 notes • Posted 2021-10-02 03:14:21 GMT

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#wow i really didnt make any personal deranged posts this year huh

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years ago

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임창균, Im Changkyun

lostmyshame asked:

Your Changkyun scenarios are so freaking cute! This boy is wrecking my life currently. May I request another one about him where he and the reader have been friends for few years and both were attracted to each other but too scared to ruin their friendship? And then on one rainy day their emotions take over? The literal physical need for each other, the desire to possess and belong, the fear of losing the most precious, all no longer concealable. Thank you ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

Group: Monsta X (몬스타엑스)

Member: I.M.

(A/N): Read with this album by Paper Planet

“Stop it,” she whispered into the dimly lit room, breaking a heavy silence that had taken over the usually very comfortable space of her living room. Her autumn-breeze breath fanned across hot cheeks, luckily hidden by the shadows cast by the rain drops dribbling down the windowpane.

The skin that was so frightfully close to her own belonged to her friend—Im Changkyun. He hovered over her, a blurred silhouette before her eyes. He had two choices, as far as she saw it.

Stay where he was and move no further, or back away before he did something he’d regret.

They were friends, and that’s where their string of fate ended.

At least, that’s what they would like it say. They would love it, of course, but simplicity is a luxury. One that their friendship was not blessed with. Their strings of fate were complicated and twisted, a baffling cipher of questions.

There were lines in a healthy friendship; ones that weren’t generally crossed. They thought they’d done a good enough job of that. Those lines were tempting and beguiling. They’d come to the very brink of them, but they’d never crossed them before.

There was the time their fingers brushed while walking, but instead of pulling away, they let it just keep happening. There were gazes that lingered for longer than they should have, hugs that lasted a second too long and moments where they would deny vehemently that they had any interest towards each other yet they would still be jealous if someone else got too close.

Despite how close they’d gotten before, they’d never stepped over that invisible barrier. But here he was... Two and a half steps closer to the personal bubble than was considered ‘friendly’.

He scanned her face, his eyes boring into her own. ��What if I don’t want to stop?” he asked, voice equally as quiet. The whole scenario felt somewhat intimate. “What if I want to go farther? Reckless abandon, and all that crap.”

She couldn’t find it within herself to answer—not yet, at least. Her mouth was dry and the room was spinning and it was hard for her to remember how they had gotten into this position in the first place.

She remembered the day they first met like it was yesterday, yet she couldn’t remember the events of a few hours ago, leading up to this moment. Maybe because it was so sudden, the way he’d pinned her to the couch.

Though, the way they’d first met was pretty sudden, too—quite literally bumping into each other at the super market. She supposed it suited their relationship well. Random, unpredictable, always running forward at a dizzying pace.

It was never boring, she could say that much.

Though, the days where thing were ‘boring’ between them happened to be her favorite days. Him working in the studio late at night, her crashing on the couch for no other reason than to keep him company and give her opinion on newer tracks, empty energy-drink cans and bowls of ramen scattered around haphazardly.

Those were the best.

A day—somewhat like that scene—was the reason for the current situation.

Maybe it was the way that she had sounded just a little bit off in her texts, or maybe it was the lack of emotion when he called her to ask about her day, but for whatever reason, Changkyun was on his way to her flat, rain splattering furiously onto his clear umbrella.

He had a plastic bag filled to the brim with her favorite snacks, a couple movies she’d been dying to see and a new mug to replace the one he’d broken two weeks ago.

It was the least he could do.

He folded the umbrella, leaning it against the wall next to her door. With a rhythmic rap of his knuckles, one tailor-made just for the two of them, she came to the door, not even bothering to ask who it was.

She already knew.

She looked exhausted—bags under her eyes and clothes disheveled more than usual. She gave a small, tired smile. “Hey, Kyun,” she said. “How are you?”

His first instinct was the drop the bag and rush to her; give her the biggest, tightest hug. But that would be weird, wouldn’t it? There were boundaries to be respected, even in a close friendship.

“Better than you, it seems,” he said with a huff, blowing his too-long bangs away from his face. He scanned her face, concern knitting his eyebrows together. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She shrugged, still smiling. “Not really,” she said, knowing fully well that she wouldn’t be able to hide it from him. “But it’s fine,” she continued. “I’m alive, and that’s what counts.”

“Did something happen?” he asked. She stepped aside, gesturing for him to come into the medium-sized apartment. “You look like crap.”

She snorted. “Thanks, dude,” she said. She closed the door behind them. “Nah, nothing in particular,” she answered. “Today’s just a melancholy day. It happens sometimes.”

Changkyun nodded understandingly, dumping the contents of his plastic bag onto the couch—save for the mug, which he pulled out before hand. He didn’t need to have her nagging him about another one.

“I get it,” he said calmly. He held out the mug, shaped like a cute sloth that said ‘Soon-ish’ on it, as she was a master-procrastinator. He’d always teased her for that. Whether it be a work assignment or something for college, she always waited until the last second to get it done. “Hopefully all of this stuff’ll help.”

Her eyes lit up a little, a familiar light glittering in them. “You got a new one!” she gasped, snatching it from his hands. “And it’s even cuter than my old one!”

He shrugged and sniffed proudly. “What can I say? I have good taste.”

She rolled her eyes. “Screw you,” she said.

“Hey! I brought snacks and movies!” he defended himself, crossing his arms. “By the laws of friendship, you can’t say ‘screw you’ to me if I do something nice for you!”

She scoffed. “And what rule is that, your majesty?” she asked incredulously.

“The one I made up just now, stupid,” he chuckled, flicking her forehead lightly.

She smacked his hand away, laughing a little. “Quit it!” she said. She hugged the sloth mug protectively to her chest. “You’re not breaking another one.”

Changkyun rolled his eyes. “You know that was an accident!” he groaned. He wasn’t really irritated. In fact, he felt a warm fuzziness creeping into his chest seeing her chuckle at his saltiness. He felt that way towards her whenever he saw her in this light—the one where he was the one making her smile and laugh.

It felt good and right. Just...

Lovely.

That was a word that often sprung to his mind when he thought of her. But the word that would come straight after was always ‘friend’, so that would always snap him out of his thoughts and remind him to watch himself.

Remind himself not to lose control.

He shook his head a little, trying to clear his thoughts. “Do you wanna watch a movie and drink hot chocolate with me, or not?” he asked.

She tilted her head like she was taking it into serious consideration. “Did you bring—?” she started.

“Cinnamon to go on top?” Changkyun interrupted. “Yes. Yes, I did, you weirdo.”

She stomped her foot playfully. “It’s not weird, it’s tasty!” she defended herself. “You’d understand if you bothered to try it.”

He snatched the mug from her, taking it into the kitchen. Sure, the feeling of their fingers briefly touching made his heart jump, but he could ignore it. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said. “Just go set up the movie; I’ll make the cocoa.”

That was how it should be.

Because they were friends.

She hoped that there wasn’t too much relief in her eyes when he showed up at her door. That’d be too obvious.

Honestly though, he was just what she needed on a sad-for-no-reason day, because he was her makes-me-happy-for-no-reason person.

Everything from his dumb tracksuit with the bracelet on top of the sleeves, the messy hair that was flopping into his eyes and the resting bitch-face.

Already, her heart felt a little, but she was just praying that he didn’t read into that too deeply.

It didn’t help that he brought snacks and gifts. How dare he be this way? Knowing her so well, and whatnot. It was infuriating how easy he made it to love him.

Her eyes kept wandering to his mess of hair, feeling the overwhelming need to run her fingers through it, but alas, she didn’t, 'cause that’d be weird.

When she greeted him with a quick hug, she couldn’t stop herself from caressing the hairs at the back of his neck, hoping that it wasn’t too noticeable.

She barely took in everything he was saying, and she was beyond grateful when he changed the subject, making it easier for her to calm down and get sucked into the film. If she payed attention hard enough, maybe Chagkyun’s presence wouldn’t affect her so badly.

Maybe she could feel the comfort, minus the stifling nervousness.

‘Stop staring at her,’ Changkyun kept telling himself.

They were watching a horror movie together—one she’d been begging to see since it came out—and her eyes were fixed intently on the screen. The jumps scares didn’t freak her out, she just nodded along like, “Oh, I see. So that’s how it fits into the plot”, all the while, shoveling popcorn into her mouth.

All-in-all, not the most attractive scene, but still. His heart said, ‘Well gosh, that’s endearing’, and it was kind of pissing him off.

She gasped for the first time since the movie started, but it wasn’t because she was scared. It was because an ‘illuminating’ plot-point had just been revealed that the main character’s sister was actually his wife that’d been dead for twenty years, and she’d just been turned into a vampire and aging backwards, and—...it was a really dumb movie.

But the point was, she was enjoying it on a bad day, so that was all that mattered. He’d come to terms in his mind that he probably had a crush on her, but his pride (and fear) stopped him from making a definitive move.

He remembered watching a movie some time ago, before he’d met her. One of the quotes from it was: “A man can’t be just friends with a beautiful woman”. He remembered scoffing at that line, just because he thought it was ridiculous.

At first, he wondered why it was limited to ‘a beautiful woman’, but after meeting her and gradually liking her more and more, it dawned on him.

‘A beautiful woman’ doesn’t apply to what society thinks at all. It applies to you and your own thoughts, because the person you love automatically looks beautiful.

He’d found that out the hard way when they’d gotten off a rollercoaster together and she looked slightly dazed, majorly blissed-out, and her hair was tousled and tangled.

He’d spent about 30 minutes finger-brushing the tangles out, and to anyone that asked, he’d tell them that it was the most irritating, meticulous thing he’s ever had to do, but what was on the inside?

That truth was a different story.

On the inside, that was the exact pin-pointed moment that he fell for her. Most people couldn’t tell you when they fell in love, but he definitely could. At least, when he realized it.

It was that third Sunday in June when they were standing under that tree in the amusement park to avoid the sun while he untangled her hair with his skilled fingers. Despite the effort to avoid the rays, some still managed to stream in through the leaves, and it highlighted her in the most beautiful way.

Her eyes looked more glittery than usual, her tangled hair had a shine to it and he could individually count each of her eyelashes.

When he realized he couldn’t breathe in that moment, he admitted to himself that he probably had a crush on her, despite how much he’d like to prove that dumb movie wrong.

“Kyun,” he heard, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Kyun!” She smacked his shoulder. “Did you see that ending?” she asked, eyes wide with surprise. “That was such a twist! I didn’t expect it at all!”

He chuckled and shook his head, rubbing his shoulder. She had a bit of trouble controlling the strength of her hits. “What’s with you and loving low-quality films?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “Maybe my palate isn’t refined enough, or maybe I don’t need things to be perfect to enjoy them.” She smiled. “There can be a lot of plot flaws, and the acting may not be the best, but the point is, it was made for entertainment. And it entertains me,” she finished, plopping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

He felt his heart pounding again, just because she was talking about something she liked. How annoying and stupid.

“Can you stop that?” he asked quietly.

She furrowed her brows. “Stop what?”

“Stop looking so kissable,” he said.

Her eyes widened, and he could’ve sworn he saw her cheeks light up, too. “What’re you talking about?” she stuttered out.

He moved a little closer, she moved a little farther. Finally, he grabbed her wrists, keeping her in place. “Do you like me?” he asked seriously, gathering all the courage that he was pretty sure he didn’t actually have.

He probably bluffed himself into bravery.

She choked. “What—?”

He wasn’t quite sure how they ended up with him on top of her, pinning her down to the couch and pressing kisses to the corner of her lips while the rain pattered against the window, but he couldn’t really complain.

If anything, the bundle of nervous energy in his stomach pushed him forward. He tried to read her expression. It looked like there were a million thought going on, running a mile a minute.

He leaned down farther, just to get a better look into her eyes.

“Stop it,” she whispered into the dimly lit room, breaking a heavy silence that had taken over the usually very comfortable space of her living room.

Ah.

So, that’s how they got there.

“I’ll ask you again,” Changkyun said, interrupting her thoughts. His eyes looked almost desperate, in a way. Desperate for an answer, or something of the sort. “What happens if I don’t wanna stop here?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a deep breath through her nose. “Then I would say you should be more considerate,” she said firmly. “Think about how I feel in this situation.”

“Turned on?” he offered.

She smacked his side, making him flinch. “Don’t treat this like a joke!” she chided. “Can you be serious for one second?”

“I am being serious!” he assured her, his grip tightening around her wrists. “Am I not sounding sincere enough for you? Do I have to be more forward—more clear? Well, guess what!” he said. He stared her dead in the eyes. “I know,” he spoke cryptically.

She glared at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I know you like me like I like you,” he said simply. He wasn’t cocky about it. More matter-of-fact than anything else.

She rolled her eyes, scoffing a little. “Don’t be an idiot—” she started.

“Why haven’t you pulled away yet?” Changkyun cut in. She froze, no words leaving her half-open mouth. “I know better than anyone else; you hate being physically suffocated, so clearly... You don’t feel suffocated by me.”

She swallowed thickly. “What’re you getting at?” she asked, trying to steadily meet his burning and heavy gaze.

He tilted his head a little, almost like a shrug. “Maybe I help you breathe easier,” he said. “Maybe you trust me to be this close to you. Closer than anyone else ever has.”

She frowned, looking off to the side. “You’re my friend,” she said. “One of my best friends—if not the best. I should hope I feel comfortable around you.”

He huffed out a breath, the mint flavor on his tongue fanning out over her face. “Do you have something going on mentally, or do I just have to say it first for you to accept it?” he asked.

She furrowed her brows. “What’re you talking about—?”

“I love you,” he interrupted, his eyes swimming with emotion and desperate. “I love you so much.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Changkyun wasn’t one for cheesiness like this. In fact, he tended to avoid it at all costs.

It felt strange.

Different.

Not unwanted.

“You are...” It looked like he was struggling to find the right words, which was odd for such a talented lyricist. He sighed. “My best friend, for one,” he said. With a small internal struggle, he met her eyes. “But you’re also a hell of a lot more than that. You’re one of the most unique things I’ve ever felt in my life. You’re like a goddamn emotional rollercoaster.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know when I started feeling this way for you. It was just all of a sudden,” he explained in a quiet voice. “Maybe it was ‘cause we kept touching hands on the subway—just on accident. Maybe it was ‘cause you started giving me goosebumps when you laughed because of something I said. Maybe it was ‘cause I gave you that piggyback-ride when you sprained your ankle and you whispered ‘thanks’ in my ear.”

His brows furrowed quizzically. “Or maybe it was ‘cause you’re the only person I’ve ever known that’s gotten me to fully enjoy a Disney movie. At any rate, it’s an impressive feat.”

His grip on her wrists loosened up. “You piss me off more than anyone I know and I wanna strangle you 75% of the time, but at the same time, I know that I could never stay angry at you for too long.” Gently, he slipped a hand behind her back, pulling her up into a sitting position with him.

It confused her how soft he was suddenly being, moving a socially acceptable distance away from her and letting her have some breathing room. He kept his hands to himself, folding them politely in his lap and sitting with his back straight. It was like he was meeting her parents, which was a strange thought in the first place.

“I feel like you can heal me when I’m the most screwed up I've ever been, and I know for a fact that you’ve got my back through thick and thin. You are my intense wave of happiness everyday, and sometimes, I’m a real jerk to you, just because you make me nervous. Despite how much I freak out ‘cause of you, you also calm me down better than anyone else,” he said with a deep breath.

He played with his fingers before folding his hands neatly again. “I wanna be there for you, too,” he said, swallowing a visible lump in his throat. Despite how obviously wrecked he was inside, he never broke eye-contact. “But I’m really scared to do that without letting you know how I feel right now, ‘cause I feel like I’ll seriously mess up one day if I keep it to myself. Like I’ll push myself on you when you don’t want me.”

She pulled her knees to her chest slowly, eyebrows furrowed in hesitant concentration. “And why is that?” she asked, the first words out of her mouth in quite some time. Her voice sounded almost hoarse.

His tongue darted out to wet his chapped lips. “Because I think you’re beautiful,” he said, making her heart skip a beat or two. “And incredibly sexy,” he added with a shrug. “That’s not very... Best-friendsy, now is it?”

She let out a small laugh, even though her head was spinning. As expected of Changkyun. Only he could make her laugh in a situation like this.

So many thoughts ran through her mind. Half of it was wondering why he was suddenly so open and emotional, but the other half was questioning her own emotions. Her pride.

There was a certain level of not wanting to give in—not wanting to break the promise she’d made to herself when she’d first realized her feelings for him. She had assured herself vehemently, “There are other people out there. It isn’t just Changkyun. You shouldn’t be so captured by him”.

Yet even after all that convincing, he was still the only one she could see.

The whole world passed her by in a fit of shifting glory every single day, but it still paled in comparison to him. In a way, the idea of getting lost without a compass to guide her was less scary than getting a step closer to him.

They say: “The higher you are, the farther you have to fall”. The feeling of knowing that Changkyun felt the same about her put her on top of the world, and isn’t that about as high as one could go?

With that thought in mind, it was terrifying to imagine, “What if it doesn’t last?” They say that about first loves—that they never last. They’re enjoyable, nerve-wrecking, a learning experience, and they teach a heart how to feel.

Really feel, that is.

But what if one day, that feeling faded, and they were left with nothing but a wilting memory of each other? Would she be able to stand that?

She searched his eyes, raking over the dark orbs that she’d become so familiar with. She could read those eyes. She could tell when he was being sincere, and this was definitely one of those times.

So what if it hurt a little bit in the end?

They would be each other’s hurt. Maybe she could set aside her pride for his love—for his pain. Nothing is set in stone, happiness and sadness alike.

“No, I guess it’s not,” she said, clearing her throat. “I guess we’re not best friends anymore.”

Fear lit in his gaze, like a question of what he said wrong.

“We’ll just have to date, then,” she said, scooting forward a little, just enough so that their knees lightly touched. “‘Cause for whatever reason, I’m not willing to let your ass out of my sight.”

Let us pray for non-crappiness. 🙏

Thank you so much for requesting this, @lostmyshame! I had an absolute blast writing it, and I hope that you enjoyed reading it. I honestly haven’t been writing very much recently, ‘cause life has been busy, so I’m trying to get back into the groove of things. I hope this wasn’t too disappointing, considering it was kind of my ‘practice round’.

Stop by anytime—it was a pleasure having ya!

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all-ringils-blazing · 7 years ago

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Tag Games !!!

I was tagged in 2 tag games by wonderful @arnoediad

Thank you so much my friend !!!❤❤❤

Tag No. 1 :

Pass the happy along!! When you get this, tell five things that make you happy. Then send it to ten other nice people.

Home alone, listening to music

My dog sleeping next to me

TRYING to cook something tasty and edible with my brother

Relaxing and drinking coffee at a quiet cafe with him and our mother

Going on peaceful small trips with my friends

Tag No. 2 :

5 Things Tag Game (I got many ideas from your answers cause suddenly I forgot who I am x’’D)

5 things you can find in my blog

Hellsing

Magi

Lord of the Rings/Hobbit/Tolkien

Music

Shitposting

5 things you’ll find in my bag

Purse

Pen

My University ID

Tissue packet

Earphones

(My phone is always in my hands x’’’D)

5 things you can find in my bedroom

Books

Posters

My Guitar

My laptop

A mug/glass of coffee

5 things I always wanted to do

Visit the whole world (especially Istanbul and Ireland)

Learn to speak german (me too!)

Be a great guitarist

Have swordsmanship lessons

BE INCREDIBLY RICH

5 things that make me happy

⬆⬆⬆⬆⬆ Check the 1st tag game

5 things I’m currently into

Game of Thrones

Boku No Hero Academia

Magi

Classic Rock & Metal Music (Im back to the 80s!)

Stu-dying for the exams

5 things on my to do list

PUT MY FUCKIN ASS DOWN AND STUDY LIKE A NORMAL PERSON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Catch up with Magi manga

Catch up with Bnha manga

Finish Gran Hotel

Practice guitar

5 things you might not know about me

I prefer taking the bus alone so I can listen to my music and stare out of the window. When I have a friend by my side, they never stop talking

Im allergic to cats and even if my hands get a bit swollen and red after petting one, I never deny them my caress

Sometimes when Im home alone, I turn on classic pop music of 80s and 70s and I dance all around the house

I drink tea only when I feel kinda sick or any annoyance inside me. I mostly prefer a coffee

I was always proud of my brother for having long hair while other men of his age have the classic, short Pidgeotto style (Tho he is cutting it in 2 months as he is joining tha army 😭)

MY TAGS FOR BOTH GAMES: @juhaku-inspired @judal-is-my-spirit-animal @diondair-giulainidh @devilinhighheels @mochibat @everyoneis-alone @mochalian @integrathegreat @repairing-shi @maumauxmau @vitrielle @noinobonoto @murasakihime @silent-calling @sera-xiv @midian-alexandra @harmonicstupidity

(The reason I tagged many people was just to avoid some minutes of my studying x’D)

#personal shit

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silverfoxsofy · 8 years ago

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Incubus AU (CHAPTER 4)

“He’s the cutest, viktor” I heard a voice say as I was beginning to come to.

“Isn’t he?” Said another cheery yet familiar voice.

As I opened my eyes slowly, I was met with dazzling green eyes, accompanied by specs of yellow. I had to blink a bit just to make sure I was seeing straight. My gaze shifted to everything that was in front of me, and I realized I was looking into the eyes of the merman I’d seen before. I yelled.

“What? Is my hair alright?” A worried look on his face appeared, as he grabbed at his blonde tipped curls.

“W-what…” I began to choke out.

“Your hair’s fine Chris relax. And could you please back up off him?” The familiar voice said. I turned to look in the direction of the voice, and saw that Viktor was standing in his kitchen, sipping from a mug.

“Viktor! Viktor what-” I tried to come up with the right words, but I was speechless at the current situation.

“Relax Vik,” the merman giggled, “I won’t touch your boyfriend.”

“Yuuri, how are you feeling?” Viktor asked me.

“Viktor! There’s a…” I turned my direction towards the merman. “A merman? In your living room?”

Just then, the merman gasped loudly, as if I’d said something wrong, “Excuuuuse me! But I am a siren?! A SI-REN! Don’t associate me with those tacky mermen please the audacity! ” he scoffed, crossing his arms.

I couldn’t take the confusion anymore. I felt fed up and in disbelief with what I was seeing. I could have sworn when I had walked in I saw the incubus from last night! But here? In Viktor’s house? Why would it be here? And now this merman, no, siren?! Enough was enough.

I stood up from Viktor’s couch, and used what little courage I had to make my voice loud. “Now listen you two, I don’t know what I saw earlier, but what the hell is going on?! Viktor?! Just who are you? And why was there… a monster in your house earlier?!” Viktor looked down, almost as if in shame, at the mention of the word monster. “I demand to know what’s going on!”

“Yuuri…” Viktor began to say softly, “ Yuuri I’m sorry… I…”

“What? So he’s an incubus? Get over it kid” said Chris, still with his arms crossed.

“Christophe!!” Viktor yelled, his brow furrowed.

“What… you’re… the incubus?!” I was now yelling at Viktor. How could this be? Viktor showed up after that first night… “so you… to me…”

“Yuuri.. please wait…”

“What! Listen here Viktor Nikiforov, listen loud and clear!” Viktor’s whole body stiffened, and both his and Chris’ attention were on me.“ You’re going to stop coming to my house at night and… and doing THAT!” God I could feel my face getting hot. And I could’ve sworn Chris snickered under his breath as soon as I’d said it. Viktor however, looked ashamed.

“Ugh. Relax kid, Vik hasn’t laid a finger on you.” Chris chimed in, giggling.

“What are you talking about?!” I snapped at him.

“Yuuri… I would never…” Viktor began to say apologetically.

“Ugh! Can I just tell him!? Listen kid, don’t you know anything about incubi? They don’t NEED to touch you in order to feed. They’re dreams. Just dreams.”

“Wait what?” I curiously asked.

Finally, Viktor walked out of his kitchen, albeit nervously. “It’s true Yuuri. Could we maybe.. could we talk about this? Over a coffee?” His face looked as if it was in pain. I wasn’t sure why, but I decided to give this man a chance to explain himself.

***

“Okay so… you DONT touch your victims?” I Asked.

“Of course not! I may be a demon, but I still think consent is important ya know.” Viktor stated matter-of-factly.

“So how do you?-”

“Eat? Well…” he trailed off. “ okay yes… I need your… ya know… but it all depends on you if I get it." I looked at him curiously, waiting for him to explain. ” basically, we can help manipulate your dreams, but… if you don’t dream… then you don’t… ya know… and I don’t eat.“ He said calmly, although, I could feel the tension between us was, fading, but still present. I blushed at the thought of Viktor drinking my… sperm.

"Okay so let me get this straight. You’re an incubus slash demon? Who feeds off of… THAT. But only if they have wet dreams. Which you can help create. And you have a siren friend. Okay so… why come back… if I kept preventing you from… eating.” I had to pause between the words, this was just so embarrassing.

Just then, a hard blush spread across Viktor’s face, and I nearly gasped at the sight of it. He looked away shyly, covering his nose and mouth, and simply said, “you were… tasty.” I nearly collapsed right then.

The grip on Viktor’s coffee tightened, and I could tell he was worried. I decided right then and there to believe Viktor. After all, there were never any marks left on my body like the one on my desk. Viktor didn’t seem like he was lying either. Was this, okay? Could I be friends with an incubus who ate my… in any case, I was willing to try. After all, I liked Viktor, and I couldn’t help that.

“Okay.” I said. Viktor’s head shot up, and I was met with his dazzling blue eyes.

“You forgive me?” He asked eagerly. How could I not?

“Yes! But on one condition.”

“Anything”

“We can be friends, but no more of… THAT. It’s just weird now that I know.” I giggled. His shoulders eased back, and he gave me soft heart shaped smile.

“I’m so glad yuuri…” he happily sighed.

After that, I decided the events that led us here weren’t really a big deal, and I was happy to know that nothing wrong had actually happened. We sat there, drinking our coffee, enjoying each other’s company for the remainder of the afternoon.

***

“Haha! Don’t even worry about it! Chris will get over it he’s such a drama queen!” Viktor laughed as he began opening his front door. Somehow, it had already gotten late, and I realized we’d been at the cafe for so long time just flew by. At the clicking of the lock, makkachin ran out, happily jumping and licking at our faces.

“What’s next? Makkachin’s a vampire?” I chuckled as the dog whimpered for attention.

“Actually…” Viktor started.

“No way. How does he-”

“Don’t worry, makkachin can’t stand human blood.” Viktor smiled gently while petting him. “He’s fine with just mine.”

“You’re just full of surprises viktor nikiforov.” I blushed.

After a moment, Viktor straightened his pose, and turned to look at me.

“Listen… Yuuri, I was wondering, maybe you’d like to go out for din-” he was cut off by the sudden entangling of vines around us and someone yelling out his name.

“VIKTOOOOOR!!” Came a cheery voice, from somewhere in the trees. Just then, a boy who looked about my age, lowered himself from the branches above us. He was quite beautiful, his ears were pointed, a full flower crown resting o his head, and his entire body was covered in vibrant green vines and leaves.

“PICHIT?! What are you doing here??” Viktor asked the beautiful boy. But the boy had a concentrated look towards me instead. Just then, a smile spread widely across his face, and cupped both my hands into his.

“Hi there! Im Pichit! Viktor’s told me all about you-”

“More like Chris has-” Viktor cut him off.

“I’m a forest nymph! Nice to meet you!” He in turn cut Viktor off.

“N-nice to meet you too! Yuuri.. is my name.”

“Pichit what are you doing here?”

The beautiful glowing boy looked down onto the the brown grass beneath us. “Your lawn’s ugly. I’m here to fix that. Don’t mind me!” And as quickly as he arrived, he walked past us, the grass beneath his feet turning healthier by the second.

I looked down at my watch, realizing it read 10pm already. “Hey Viktor? I have to get up early for work tomorrow so I’ll be heading home now.”

“Oh yes! I’ll see you then! Maybe I’ll stop by the bathhouse and-”

“Yes.”

“Hmm?”

“Yes, I’ll have dinner with you.”

His face immediately perked up with excitement.

“This weekend, 7, I’m free.” I smiled confidently, and turned around on my last word, not wanting him to see the incredibly embarrassing grin spreading from one ear to the other. As I neared my front door and opened it, I heard him clear his throat.

“7 then! I’ll pick you up!”

I closed the door behind me, and slid all the way down, blushing to the greatest extent. I cupped my own face with my hands, happily cheering to myself. A date. A date!!!

#yuri on ice

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WD-40 and microwaved tampons: secrets of food photography revealed

Its the job of a food stylist to make products look delicious on camera even if the makeover leaves the meal inedible. Six stylists tell us their tricks

Behind most professional food photos is a stylist who tricks the viewer. These deceits range from a touch of lipstick to redden a strawberry, to milkshakes made from mashed potatoes. Its not that food stylists are liars and cheats. Theyre simply in the business of improvisation.

Throughout the 10 hours it takes, on average, to complete a photo shoot, stylists are expected to solve any given crisis on the spot. No tzatziki on set? Make do with the mayonnaise or whipped cream in the fridge. A client wants that turkey skin to look a little more red? Better have food coloring on hand.

When shooting, you cant stop and say: Hey, ugh, I forgot this, explains Denise Stillman, an Orange County-based food stylist whos been in the business for 26 years. You just have to make sure you [bring enough materials on set to] cover all your bases and then [ask yourself], What else can go wrong?

But not everything is faked. The product the advertiser is trying to sell is often featured, explains Stillman. When, for example, she shoots an ad for Breyers, she shoots the real ice cream. But if shes styling Gay Lea Foods whipped cream, the ice cream it rests atop can be made of anything so long as it looks delicious.

Whether shooting a television commercial or print advertisement, a food stylists goal is often to emphasize an ingredients natural beauty.

Im like hair and makeup for food, says Charlotte Omnès, a stylist based in New York. When you see models walk down the runway, they dont look like that. But after they come out of makeup, youre like, Wow.

If you want your Instagram food photos to resemble Bon Appétit covers, weve collected some pro tips that will help. Six food stylists served us their secrets on how to make common dishes look ready for their close-ups.

Enchiladas: mashed potatoes give the appearance of bulk

For a tasty-looking enchilada, add mashed potato. Photograph: Photo by Rick Gayle. Food styling by Kim Krejca.

Mexican food is not the most photogenic. No one knows this better than Kim Krejca, a Phoenix-based stylist who works with a lot of south-western cuisine. Enchiladas with sauce bleeding into the beans [are] not very visually pleasant, she says. You have to modify that but still be true to the food.

To give the enchiladas the appearance of bulkiness (as seen above), she stuffed them with instant mashed potatoes, a stylists go-to filling because they are easy to make and mold. Then Krejca added meat and veggies to the ends where the tortillas open up. To finish the dish, she used a heat gun to make the cheese melt perfectly on top.

Tacos: cosmetic sponges keep the shells open

Tacos: try cosmetic sponges, glue, and WD-40. Photograph: Photo by Rick Gayle. Food styling by Kim Krejca.

In real life, tacos are a delicious mess. To make them presentable on camera, Krejca glued two tortillas together and placed cosmetic sponges behind the meat to keep the shells open. For dark and juicy-looking beef, she painted the pieces with a brown sauce called Kitchen Bouquet, made of water and food coloring. Krejca then sprayed the filling with WD-40, her secret weapon to make Mexican food glisten. Stillman uses red peppers in place of diced tomatoes for a more vibrant color and pours corn syrup on beans so they look moist and fresh.

Cereal: mens hair products and sunscreen make a perfect milk

Do you prefer your cereal dry or with hair cream? Photograph: Photo by Chris Elinchev at Small Pond Productions. Food styling by Tamara Kaufman.

This may ruin your appetite, but the milk used in cereal photos is usually fake. Since the real stuff quickly makes cornflakes look soggy, food stylists have come up with alternatives. In this photo, Wisconsin-based Tamara Kaufman used Wildroot, a white hair cream for men with a sunscreen lotion-like consistency that many stylists covet. Krejca prefers the old-school method of white glue, which photographs just like the real deal. When pros do use actual milk, its only a very small amount. According to Michelle Rabin, a Toronto-based food stylist, you can place the most beautiful pieces of cereal in a bowl filled with vegetable shortening and cover it with a thin layer of milk. The shortening resists the liquid and it looks like the whole bowl is filled with mounds of cereal, she says. The pieces will stay pretty crisp for a long time.

Coffee: watered down soy sauce and gelatin give a smooth look

For a smooth-looking coffee, try water and gelatin. Photograph: Photo by Beth Galton. Retouching by Ashlee Gray. Food styling by Charlotte Omnès.

Black coffee is hard to work with because of its oily sheen. In a latte or cappuccino, the foam will quickly evaporate. In this photo, Omnès used a combination of Kitchen Bouquet, water and gelatin to give the coffee a smooth look. In a pinch, Rabin has used watered-down soy sauce and once had to improvise with cream and gravy browner on the set of a popular Canadian brand. I see that billboard I worked on and Im like: Thats funny, because thats not a coffee, she says. Kaufman uses the real deal when possible, but adds drops of soapy water around the perimeter with an eyedropper to simulate fresh brew. The froth, stylists say, is often made from piped soap foam.

Turkey: it may be raw and bloody inside, but the skin looks good

Undercooked turkey is often featured in ads. Photograph: Photo by Marshall Troy. Prop styling by Grace Knott. Food styling by Charlotte Omnès.

Every home chef knows its hard to make a bird crispy on the outside and moist on the inside. Luckily, food stylists only have to focus on aesthetics, which means they never fully cook one. It is important not to overcook them so the skin stays looking moist, plump and juicy, says Omnès. These are visual cues that make your mouth water when you look at it. New-York based stylist Brian Preston-Campbell says he often roasts five or six turkeys for a few hours each to get that perfect hero bird. Its still raw and kind of bloody inside, he says. Its kind of nasty but its about the end product in the photo.

In this shot, Omnès pinned down the turkeys skin so it wouldnt tear in the oven. She lined the pan and stuffed the bird with a water-soaked paper towel so it would steam instead of turn crispy. To achieve that brown, glistening look, she brushed the turkey with a mixture of water, Kitchen Bouquet and dish soap.

Ice cream or whipped cream: shortening, corn syrup and frosting

Frosting plus icing sugar makes an impressive-looking ice cream. Photograph: Photo by Marshall Troy. Prop styling by Grace Knott. Food styling by Charlotte Omnès.

If ice cream were a human model, she would be a diva. The dessert is hard to mold, and if youre not styling in a refrigerated space, melts quickly. To avoid the headache, experts often turn to other ingredients. To create the ice cream on the left, Omnès mixed frosting with icing sugar (the cone on the right is the real deal), but the most common fake ice cream recipe is a combination of vegetable shortening, powdered sugar and corn syrup.

For other milky desserts, stylists have many hacks. For a dollop of whipped cream, Omnès used a non-dairy creamer that does not wilt or weep. Kaufman prefers Barbasol shaving cream but notes: The woman who mistakenly tried a bite was not pleased. For milkshakes, Stillman uses sour cream because its thick and easy to swirl.

Drinks: that frosty glass? Its spray-on deodorant

If your drink lacks the right sheen, just spray some deodorant on it. Photograph: Alamy

Stylists dont waste real booze unless the ad is for alcohol. To make cocktails, Omnès mixes food coloring in water, a trick Kaufman also uses to create chardonnay from diluted Kitchen Bouquet. In truth, the liquid itself is the sideshow. The most important part about cocktails are the visual cues, says Omnès cues such as ice, fizz, bubbles and froth. They [make the drink] look refreshing.

For frozen drinks like margaritas and daiquiris, the pros rely on ice powder, bits of gelatin that look like crushed ice when mixed with liquid. They also use fake plastic or acrylic ice cubes, which dont melt under the hot camera lights and vaseline on the rim of margaritas. To create frost, Stillman coats a beer mug with spray-on deodorant and uses a mixture of Scotchguard and glycerin to make soft drinks look icy cold with beads of condensation. What a hassle it would be otherwise, says Stillman. This way, you can choose the level of wetness on the glass.

Steamy pasta: incense gives the appearance of steam

That moment when steam rises up from pasta like mist over a mountain is hard to capture naturally on camera. Kaufman hides a tin foil package of steam chips inside the pasta bowl and adds water to create vapor. To get the same effect, she has also lit incense and later removed the stick with Photoshop, while other tricks involve a clothing steamer or cigarette smoke. By far the most interesting method is to microwave water-soaked tampons (cotton balls work as well) and bury them behind a dish. I have them in my kit just in case, says Kaufman. Regardless of the technique, she says steam should always be shot against a dark background.

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/05/27/wd-40-and-microwaved-tampons-secrets-of-food-photography-revealed/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/05/27/wd-40-and-microwaved-tampons-secrets-of-food-photography-revealed/

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allofbeercom · 8 years ago

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WD-40 and microwaved tampons: secrets of food photography revealed

Its the job of a food stylist to make products look delicious on camera even if the makeover leaves the meal inedible. Six stylists tell us their tricks

Whether shooting a television commercial or print advertisement, a food stylists goal is often to emphasize an ingredients natural beauty.

Enchiladas: mashed potatoes give the appearance of bulk

For a tasty-looking enchilada, add mashed potato. Photograph: Photo by Rick Gayle. Food styling by Kim Krejca.

Tacos: cosmetic sponges keep the shells open

Tacos: try cosmetic sponges, glue, and WD-40. Photograph: Photo by Rick Gayle. Food styling by Kim Krejca.

Cereal: mens hair products and sunscreen make a perfect milk

Do you prefer your cereal dry or with hair cream? Photograph: Photo by Chris Elinchev at Small Pond Productions. Food styling by Tamara Kaufman.

Coffee: watered down soy sauce and gelatin give a smooth look

For a smooth-looking coffee, try water and gelatin. Photograph: Photo by Beth Galton. Retouching by Ashlee Gray. Food styling by Charlotte Omnès.

Turkey: it may be raw and bloody inside, but the skin looks good

Undercooked turkey is often featured in ads. Photograph: Photo by Marshall Troy. Prop styling by Grace Knott. Food styling by Charlotte Omnès.

Ice cream or whipped cream: shortening, corn syrup and frosting

Frosting plus icing sugar makes an impressive-looking ice cream. Photograph: Photo by Marshall Troy. Prop styling by Grace Knott. Food styling by Charlotte Omnès.

Drinks: that frosty glass? Its spray-on deodorant

If your drink lacks the right sheen, just spray some deodorant on it. Photograph: Alamy

Steamy pasta: incense gives the appearance of steam

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/05/27/wd-40-and-microwaved-tampons-secrets-of-food-photography-revealed/

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