#i meant to watch it back in 2020 but attention span was TRASH

[amaranthdahlia]

has anyone joined bnha this late 😭😭 ppl ive encountered is into it for almost years now haha

[honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s]

Golden |Drew Soulmate AU| Two|

A/n lowkey ngl im like really proud of this chapter. i really hope y’all like it. also idk if i wanna write a smutty chapter for the next part. i��d love to hear your opinion on if i should or not because ive never written smut before so itd probably be trash so...... whatcha think?

Warning: Swearing, kinda fast paced (wish it was slow burn but i dont have the attention span for that), mentions of vomit (at the end)

Word Count: Approx 1.9 k

APRIL 22ND 2020 12:32PM

“I’m going to shit myself.” Y/n said, moving the same strand of hair out of her face.

“Well that’s a really cute dress, you better fucking not.” Naya tutted from her position leaning against her bedroom wall.

“Okay. I’ve got this, right?”

“Yes! Now go get yo man! He’s still outside waiting for you.”

Y/n smiled at her reflection and let Naya drag her out into the hall. Naya walked over to the door and looked out the peephole.

“You didn’t tell me that he was that hot.”

Y/n pushed her out of the way to look through the peephole. Drew was leaning against a street pole and damn did he look good.

“Go get him girly.”

Y/n opened the door, Drew standing up straight at the sound of the door being opened. Drew’s heart stopped. She looked gorgeous and damn red was definitely her colour.

“Wow, you look, wow, you’re gorgeous.” Drew smiled as Y/n did a little twirl in response.

Y/n giggled and linked her arm through his. They walked down the street together to a small coffee shop that Drew said sold “chocolate chip cookies so good you’ll never be able to eat another cookie again”.

“The outside of your apartment looks nice.” Drew teased as they rounded the corner together.

Y/n blushed, sputtering out an apology. Naya hated having guests in their apartment even if it was for a few minutes.

“You’re cute when you blush.” Drew smiled down at Y/n, his hair flopping down against his forehead.

“You’re cute.” Y/n stated, spinning around so she was facing him while she walked backwards in front of Drew.

Drew reached out and took Y/n’s hands in his to make sure she wouldn’t fall over. Y/n’s skin tingled as their fingers interlocked. Damn, she could get used to this.

“Am I now?” Drew chewed on his lower lip as a rosy blush grew across his cheekbones. Drew chewing on his bottom lip when he got complimented made Y/n wanna compliment him for the rest of eternity.

“I suppose.” Y/n shrugged.

Drew gently tugged Y/n’s hands in protest, laughing along with her.

"How long have you been living in LA?" Drew asked, still holding Y/n’s hand.

"About a year or so. Naya, my roommate, we went to high school together and we were best friends. She wants to sing and well her dream brought us here."

"What about you?" Drew asked, tilting his head to look at her.

"What about me?"

"You told me why Naya's here, why are you here?"

"I wanna write. Or paint. I don't really know. Naya knew what she wanted, I'm just along for the ride." She shook her head in embarrassment. "What are you doing here?"

Drew smiled. "I'm an actor. I moved here from North Carolina to find my big break." Drew chuckled.

“Have you found it yet?” Y/n looked up at him as Drew stopped outside the coffee shop. It was a small building on the corner of the street, with window boxes filled with artificial blue carnations.

“I don’t know.” Drew smiled a sad smile before reaching forward and opening the door to the coffee shop, the smell of freshly baked cookies hitting Y/n instantly. Although the place was small, the inside felt bigger than it actually was. There were an elderly couple sitting in the corner beside the door and a young woman sat in the far corner working on a laptop with a forgotten cup of coffee beside her.

“This place is beautiful.” Y/n sighed in pleasure, Drew grinning as he took her hand and pulled her over to a table in the left hand corner beside a small window. Drew pulled out Y/n’s chair for her, she laughed.

“And who said chivalry is dead?” Drew sat down across from her, trying to focus so much on how beautiful she looked when she laughed.

“It’s easy to be chivalrous when it comes to you.” Drew shrugged, looking down at the table trying to ignore the rising blush on his cheeks. He had never felt like this about anyone before, they barely knew each other but already he craved to be closer to her. He needed to know everything about her, he needed to touch every inch of her skin, he needed her like an alcoholic needed a shot of whiskey. And with every passing second it just got worse. He was addicted. And so was she.

APRIL 22ND 2020 2:56PM

They walked out of the café, giggling and talking about everything and nothing at all. All they knew was that this date couldn’t end, not yet anyway.

“Wanna go to the beach? My car is parked around the corner.” Drew asked standing in front of Y/n, basking in her presence, their fingers still interlocked.

Y/n couldn't agree fast enough. Drew’s car was parked just a few feet down the street from the coffee shop, “I might have gone in before our date to ask them to save that table for us.”

Y/n climbed into the passenger seat and Drew drove them to the beach. Y/n reached over intertwining her pinky finger in his as he drove.

She stared out the window, hypnotised by the passing trees. Drew sneaked glances at her, hypnotised by Y/n.

From the Dining Table softly played in the background of their moment. Y/n basking in the presence of her soulmate, Drew basking in the presence of a girl he wished to know. So far from each other despite their interlocked pinky fingers all because of a bond meant to bring them together.

APRIL 22ND 2020 5:57PM

“You’re so golden.” Y/n muttered at Drew as she ran her fingers through his hair. They lay beside each other on an old ratty blanket Drew found in the trunk of his car. Drew’s hands were placed firmly on her waist, rubbing small circles on her still slightly damp skin from when he chased her along the shore.

Drew stared longingly at her lips, trying to tear his gaze away. He was not one to kiss on the first date and the last thing he wanted was to scare her off.

“Am I now?” Drew teased, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.

Without thinking Y/n reached out and removed his lip from between his teeth. Him chewing his bottom lip did unholy things to her.

Drew swallowed as Y/n kept her thumb on his lip, carefully rubbing it before moving her hand to rest on his jaw.

Drew’s voice was hoarse, sending shivers down her spine as he said, “I really fucking want to kiss you right now.”

Y/n licked her lips, as Drew’s hand made their way to rest on her hips. “Please,” she whispered, taking in shallow breaths, “kiss me.”

Drew pulled her into him as he pressed his lips to hers, her hands instantly found their place in his hair. The kiss was slow and soft, all movements gentle and cautious despite the hunger in both of their chests.

Drew slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against Y/n’s as the both tried to collect their breaths. It was pointless as the more they tried to catch their breath, all they could smell was each other and before they knew it their lips were crashing back together.

This was needier but slow and sensual. Drew lay on his back, pulling Y/n on top of him to straddle his waist.

One of her hands was under his chin, ensuring that his lips never left hers. Drew’s hands were on the small of her back until one slowly crept up to her hair and the other under her jacket, pressing her even closer to his chest.

Drew slowly pulled away, taking Y/n’s bottom lip in between his teeth, drawing a moan from her as she devoured his lips again.

The connection between them, their soulmate connection, tugged at Y/n until they separated, Drew held her close to his chest. As he told her a story about his time in college, Y/n couldn’t ignore the fear that he’d never realise they were soulmates. Remembering the address that Naya wrote in her phone, Y/n swallowed her fear and enjoyed this moment with Drew.

APRIL 25TH 2020 1:28PM

“Mrs Lopez, I’m Y/n L/n, I’m Naya’s best friend. I need your help.” Y/n stood on the steps outside of a two storey house with vines growing on the walls and an arch of flowers over the front gate.

An elderly woman of average height opened the door, she had dark skin which was wrinkled with age although she held a youthful aura about her.

“Of course, soulmate problems eh? Come on in Chiquita.”

Y/n walked into her house, silently wondering how she knew that she had soulmate problems. Mrs Lopez led her into a small room at the front of the house that smelt of incense. Mrs Lopez gestured to Y/n to sit down at a small table as she took a seat across from her.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I, well I, I think I found my soulmate.” Y/n stuttered, she felt foolish but she was desperate.

“Bonita that’s wonderful. What’s worrying you?” Mrs Lopez reached over and took Y/n hands in hers.

“He doesn’t know. He has no clue we’re soulmates and it’s killing me.” Y/n groaned, the pain in her chest returning.

“Oh you poor thing. That is unusual.” Mrs Lopez clicked her tongue, she released Y/n’s hands and poured her cup of hot chamomile tea.

“Are you sure that he’s yours? Sometimes emotions can cloud our spiritual judgements.”

“Yes. I know. He’s just, I know Mrs Lopez.” Mrs Lopez smiled a sad smile when her nose scrunched up suddenly.

“What age is he? When’s his birthday?”

“Em, November fourth, I believe. He’ll be turning 27.”

“Oh Amor.” Mrs Lopez shook her head as she stood up and started rummaging in her drawers.

“What? What’s wrong?” Y/n sat up, watching as Mrs Lopez walked around the room with surprising grace for her age.

Mrs Lopez didn’t respond as she walked back over to Y/n, a small bottle in her hand.

“We have the same soulmate through every lifetime. We may have different bodies, but the soul remembers. Something must have happened to him in his past life that is blocking him from remembering you in this life. You need to get him to remember what happened.” Mrs Lopez handed Y/n the bottle, “A few drops of this in a drink or in food until the memory returns should do the trick. It should take about three months to work. It’s just a herbal remedy, so it’s perfectly safe.”

Y/n held the bottle in her hands, she could solve this.

“Sometimes, the universe is wrong. Make sure you actually want this, you have the choice to choose if you want him to remember you. Some people don’t get that luxury.” Mrs Lopez sounded like she spoke from experience.

“But what did you need to know his birthday for?” Y/n watched as Mrs Lopez’s face fell in melancholy.

“Have you ever heard of the 27 club?”

“You mean the conspiracy about a bunch of celebrities dying at 27?” Y/n chuckled in confusion.

“There’s a reason. Soulmates are precious and rare so you only have so long to form the bond with them.” Y/n felt sick, “You have until their 27th birthday. But sometimes we run out of time and sometimes people can’t handle it.”

“Why? What happens if I can’t get Drew to remember me before his 27th birthday?”

“Amor,”

“Please. Mrs Lopez tell me.”

“You’ll forget. Both of you will forget that you ever met each other and every memory you have together, will leave you. You’ll only be left with a feeling that something is missing.”

Now Y/n was going to be sick.

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AHH!! did you like it??? i really hope you enjoyed. thank you so much for reading and feedback is VERY appreciated!! thank you and stay safe!

[mincedpeaches]

stream of consciousness about this year, the new year and the future

For the past couple of years I have posted vague New Years Revolutions and of course, not met them.

2019 was a pretty shit year for me. Mostly because of work. It funny to me when people post about their hobbies, goals, etc, when being a single functioning adult takes up so much of my time, I wonder when they have time to do these things? What is it at the expense of? Everyone joking about how tired they are online I genuinely think everyone online doing shit is doing it at the expense of sleep. I don’t want to be tired all the time.

Anyway so my New Years Revolution is to just stay the course and maybe see what else happens. I got back into working out this month and it is so important for keeping my mood up. I stopped for a while because I was putting in so many hours at work and coming home late and I was so worked up about work I wanted time for me to not think about work before going to bed, which meant staying up later and not making a morning workout. Earlier in the year I also wasn’t working out only because of the second thing, I wanted more time to forget about work since it was stressing me out. I can’t let work dictate my moods so much. Its hard when work is like 70% of your life but. I gotta. That’s my resolution I think actually. More than anything. Don’t let work dictate my whole life. 

Work this year was basically three different projects one after the other. The first two were categorized as “dread-inspiring” as in I hated the design I was doing an not confident in it, and had my usual anxiety about bringing up issues and voicing concerns, and the first of the two also had big visibility on the schedule. I was an anxious mess working the first one. Then the second one I was anxious but it didn’t have a schedule issue, so I spent alot of time dragging my feet and not focusing like I needed to. Like my attention span needs the deadline to keep me working productively but also I hate because it stresses me out? r.i.p.

The final project was 100% “anger-inspiring” because I was back in a design space I was familiar with but I was pulled to another program to help because they botched their schedule, and coming on the design was a mess and management was useless. Every day I was annoyed by how they would ask for things that were completely unreasonable or do things that were not in the best interest of getting the work done. Also the amount of work they gave me coming on I told them it was alot for one person and asked for help, but because of the shuffle of people and budget and other bullshit I didn’t get that help for a month. That’s where all the hours came in. New Year’s Resolution to not do that shit again. I don’t want to sit in the office til past 9pm ever again so help me Lord. 

At the time and even now I think the anger was a better feeling then the dread and anxiety mentally. Sometimes feeling righteous anger can feel good. Except I very quickly got exhausted from it. Being angry all the time was so damn draining!!

I’m back on my home program again in 2020. I really hope the things I work don’t stress me out. I’ve been thinking about applying to another group in my company when positions are posted next year. It’s been almost three years since I’ve been here and it was almost three years at my old job when I left. And coming onto this new company I got a fat pay bump. I’m kind of antsy for a change and a fat pay bump again. I don’t know if the positions I was thinking about would come with that bump though. I would really like it because living alone now, its expensive.

Living alone though its good for me mentally I think. Compared to the roommate I was living with at least. I wasn’t as close with her as I was with my first roommates that I had to move out from to shorten my commute. I wouldn’t have chosen to live alone yet if I didn’t have to because money but it was a relief to move out tbh because I was holding in complaints (the FRIDGE), knowing that in a short time they wouldn’t matter.

The other thing that exhausted me the end of this year was dealing with the FUCKING BED BUGS that were there after like three weeks of moving in. 0/10 would NOT recommend. Having to wash all the clothes I own when I struggle to normally do laundry every two weeks was brutal. Going into 2020 without them (as far as I can tell) makes it that much brighter.

I started a thing that I want to keep going, based partly off of an artist’s tweet comic that I can’t find again, where I come home from work and do (1) thing. One thing to keep a respectable and tidy home. I used to always make lists at work of all the things I should do and then the next day not be able to cross any of them off. Now I think about all the things I could do sure, but I only make it so I HAVE to do one. It could be something as simple as “take out the trash.” That’s it. So simple I can’t screw it up. Just take out the trash. Other popular ones include, “load dishwasher”, “unload dishwasher”, “vacuum in some capacity”, “pick out dirty clothes that need washing” (since I always have more than one load worth of dirty clothes), “wash clothes”, “put away the clean clothes” etc etc I try to break down the tasks as small as I can. Then just do one. This has been working pretty well and sometimes I end up managing more than one if I’m in the proper groove. Resolution to continue this in 2020.

And that’s it!! No more resolutions to watch more shows, or pick up some hobby, or lose some more weight, or date, or whatever. If those things happen then they can happen. The only thing that is required is keeping myself mentally sound, which means: trying my best to cultivate a work environment that isn’t stressing me out too much, exercising, and keeping my living environment clean. That’s it. The bare minimum.  This is not an easy wagon for me to stay on. Once I feel like I’ve been on it fairly steadily, only then will I think about adding other goals. It’s a fresh decade and I have years to go. I don’t want to get stressed out about “wasting” them. 2020 and beyond is about making sure I’m surviving and doing what I want. I didn’t meet my goals for this Christmas Break of media to consume but you know what? I’m done stressing about that too. Some times I get upset because I feel like I’m not using my free time “productively” enough. I don’t like rewatching shows because I could be using that time to watch something “new”. I feel like I’ve wasted my time watching let play’s or youtubers instead of playing a video game or a show with a tangible episode count. But no more. If I end up wasting my time on tumblr and twitter, than so be it. The fact is I will NEVER have enough time. So I might as well spend it doing something I’m enjoying. 

Here’s to hoping 2020 is a better year than 2019. I might look back on this at the end of the year as booboo the fool like I am at the end of this year, but I really feel like 2020 should be better! I’m cautiously optimistic.