#k time to hit the hay

[ilovealonelystar]

10 reasons that made me BJYXSZD

Each video/scene I refer to is linked. Not necessarily in order of importance.

This WYB lovely eyes. OMG HE'S SUCH A CUTIE PIE! I obviously haven't watched ALL videos of WYB interacting with other people, but in the ones I watched, I've never seen, to this day, this look again.

2. This soft WYB "yeah". And this one too. Why was Yibo so cute and lovely that day?

3. XZ jealousy on Happy Camp hahaha SCARY GG.

4. They not moving or looking uncomfortable when they touch each other (excluding some specific times like that one interview when they accidentally brush their fingers and get so shy hahaha)

5. Obviously (almost) every turtle will say that WYB talking non-stop with XZ while everybody else in the world says he doesn't talk. But, besides that, on the behind-the-scenes footage you see that WYB talks a lot with the other cast members, the staff, etc, so this is even more important to me because I believe XZ helped WYB to feel validated and comfortable enough to step out of his shell around him and everybody else that summer.

6. This silly tiny little tidbit when WYB is (super excitedly) saying bye-bye to XZ and saying he'll see him tomorrow and the director makes that suspicious "hummmm....... uhuhuh" pointing his finger to him like when you're talking to your crush and your friend keeps teasing you.

7. I know they stare into each other eyes A LOT but there are some special scenes, like this one on the day of WYB bday when XZ sings Kepler (and WYB sings a tiny bit of Nan Hai)... the way they look at each other sends a shiver down my spine.

8. XZ gifting WYB a helmet on his bday. They are always hitting each other, screaming, poking, cursing, etc etc etc the whoooole time during the behind-the-scenes footage but the way GG talks here is so so so lovely. And WYB being a tiny lil' baby so excited and happy with his gift.

9. !!SKIP THIS ONE IF YOU'RE A "DEVIL'S TIMELINE" BELIEVER!! (maybe I'll skip it myself) Based on what they say, they never talked to each other before the script reading and WYB is always claiming he's a slow starter with strangers but... even at the script reading DD is already making jokes, laughing like a gremlin, GG touching DD's back... (is this slow? 😏) so I think they really hit if off with each other since day 01.

10. WYB never said (that I'm aware of) he thinks of XZ as a brother to him, always refers as a "good friend". I don't know if this one is a bit of a stretch, but I think it's ~at least~ odd how he never ever said XZ is like a brother to him due to their age gap, or the way they are so silly together, or even because XZ helped him a lot with his acting during TU shooting.

**Bonus: based on my own life experience (I met my husband 19 years ago due to our shared love for a specific hard rock band), I think it's so cute this ~kinda early~ behind-the-scenes part, when they are still a bit shy and awkward around each other, and WYB starts singing Hello Kitty by Avril Lavigne and XZ is like "wow! do you know this too?" and then they spend the rest of that shooting singing/humming some Avril's songs 🥺 I think their shared love for Avril Lavigne, Blackpink?, k-pop, and music in general, helped them bond a lot.

[professorfcknmoriarty]

Okay but hear me out...

Pilotcule Cowboys/Ranch Hands AU

Sam and Whitney have been married for a few years. They're childhood sweethearts with some land out west, working to build a life together on a struggling farm. They're as happy as any two people can be in a life of hard living, though they've always lowkey felt like there was something missing.

One night, their dinner gets interrupted by a knock at the door. They're a little anxious as the local sheriff, Tallulah, has been causing trouble for them. But it's not Tallulah or her cronies - it's a handsome, if filthy, young man who identifies himself as Kelmp on account of his ma dying before she could name him and his pa being too sick with grief to do it, so he uses his pa's name. He introduces himself as passing through the area looking for work. He don't need much, just some hay to lay his head on, and something to warm his belly in exchange for his labour.

Thinking about the fact that half their fence was torn down the week before and Whitney can't afford the help repairing it from locals, and that he's often worried he won't be able to take care of Sam and the farm himself - not that Sam needs it, having the ability to talk her way outta just about anything - he invites Kelmp in to join them for dinner with the understanding he'll get put to work at first light.

A few days in, Kelmp lets slip that he has a friend he'd been traveling with who he got split from but promised to meet up in town, who would also be able to help out, Whitney agrees to temporarily take on his friend K as well.

He and K have an intense relationship, having met a few years back and agreed to travel together. They're too tired and hungry most of the time to talk about their relationship, but there's something deeper always lurking at the surface

K and Sam hit it off immediately, as do they with Whitney. Kelmp kinda feels a little left to the side, up until one night when Whitney and K go into town for something, and Tallulah's cronies show up. Armed with one of Whitney's guns, Kelmp holds them off and scares them away, only for Sam to throw herself into his arms in relief. They kiss but he stops it, terrified of jeopardizing the agreement he has with Whitney - and breaking the man's trust.

Only to find out that they've talked about it before and have been lowkey interested in both of them. Through a mix of hard living and fierce loyalty, the four end up forging a life together as a unit. (And they handle the Tallulah problem.)

[cat-writes-sometimes]

The Face of Desire, Book 2 Ch 1

TW: Gore, Violence, Implied Child Abuse

“Where is she?”

“Fuck you.” Strings of spit flung from the old man's lips before his head snapped to the side, sending a spray of blood flying across the floor. The fist came so fast he didn’t even have time to flinch.

“You are making this so difficult. It doesn’t have to be.”

He fought against the restraints which kept him firmly attached to the metal chair. The bolts securing the legs to the floor made it a useless struggle. All it did was rub prior blisters making them burst and making the rows of zip ties sink deeper into his skin. He spat out a glob of spit and blood aiming for the woman’s face but it fell in a sad arc, hitting the floor with a wet tap. The woman looked down, there was a tooth smack dab in the center.

“You deaf? I said fuck you!” He yelled again, the thick southern accent mixed with the swelling in his face made his words sound muffled.

The woman sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She sat backwards on a wooden chair, rocking back and forth on the rickety legs. Her black hair was tightly braided down her back contrasting with her red plaid button up. Her eyes squinted, making the wrinkles at the corners bunch together. She has been interrogating the man for an hour but he hasn't given her any useful information. Just a lot of spitting and curses.

“I know you’re involved, or you know something. We have evidence from the scene coming back to your farm. Now you can either help me find her, or you can use a blender to drink your meals.” She pointed her chin to the tooth on the ground.

“All you fuckin’ cops, hounding me for months.” he snarled before breaking out in manic laughter. She raised her eyebrow. “You gon’ regret this!”

In the corner of her eye the woman saw a figure dropping fast from the rafters above. Sharp metallic blades glowed in the moonlight as it landed where she was a moment before. Without hesitation it jumped to its feet and launched itself at her with neck breaking speed. Before the attacker got a chance to close the distance the figure went flying back, crashing into the wooden walls with enough force to make the barn sudder.

“So that's how you did it.” She said, approaching the mystery assailant. A scarecrow struggled against an invisible force sending straw flying in the air. With every step her leather boots crunched the straw into the dirt floor. The woman sucked her teeth as she watched it tried to peel itself from the wall but all it managed was some lame twitches.

Puppet manipulation, a fairly basic technique.

Its hands were a mess of rusty knives and farm tools clanking together as they opened and closed trying to cut her mindlessly. “A scarecrow, really? Couldn’t think of anything more original?”

The man in the chair flinched as she brought her hand to the scarecrow and made it explode into a firework of straw. The blades clattered to the ground in a heap. As she turned around the planks on the floor next to her burst open and another clawed its way to the surface in a mad rage. In seconds it was reduced to a pile of hay and rust. As was the one after, and the one after that until the floor of the barn was covered in rusty tools and piles of straw.

“Anymore or can we continue?” She asked, wiping the pieces of scarecrow from her jeans and shirt. The man’s face shifted

“Where is she?” The woman held up a photo of a little girl. Isabella White, ten years old. Last seen two days ago walking home from school. The small town in Kentucky which barely had a speeding case had seen seven little girls go missing over the last two years.

“I’ve never seen ‘er in my life.” The man growled but the slight upturn in the corner of his mouth said otherwise. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead into the channels of his wrinkles. His thinning hair stuck together in greasy, gray clumps.

“Oh really?” The woman flung the photo to the man's feet. His eyes flickered down for a moment before returning to her. “All those kids, what did you do with them? Or should I say, "What did you want to do with them?”

She moved closer to him. His overalls reeked of sweat and farm work but she maintained her emotionless expression. “Look, I’m not a cop, you can be honest. Did you think they were pretty? Isabella was very pretty." She looked at the photo on the ground. Isabella was smiling, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail with pink scrunchies and her pink glittery shirt made rainbows in the sun. "Maybe you would even consider her sexy?” She softly asked as she circled him. “Maybe you wanted to keep them all for yourself? Someone to love you forever, a child you never had.”

“I’d rather you hit me than keep on blabbering.” He groaned.

“Or maybe it's darker than that.” The woman looked at the blades of the ground and picked one up, turning her back to the man. “When you work on a farm you must see a lot of blood, butchering and all. Tell me, do you like the sight of blood?” There was a sudden shift in the air, she turned around to see the man's eyes fixed upon the hand which held the rusty blade. “I imagine animals get boring though. To fully appreciate it you would need something more…human. Do you like the way humans squirm and scream when they are cut? How the skin opens and have all those layers of pretty colors? Tan…to white…to red.” She traced the blade down her palm opening up the skin. Deep red blood flowed from the cut and dripped onto the straw.

Like a damn was burst, the smell of salt filled the air. Musky and rancid like seaweed left to rot in the sun. the woman's nose wrinkled. The man's eyes never left her palm, looking at opening of her skin like a peeping tom searching through a window of a locker room. She closed her hand and opened it. The blood was still hot and wet but the cut had already healed. He licked his lips leaving a layer of slime.

Lust.

“She’s not alive anymore is she?”

He didn’t answer but the smell only got thicker and heavier as he remembered. She gave a sad sigh before approaching the man. “Where did you dump them?” She asked flatly.

“I don't know what you’re talk-” She hovered her hand over his and in an instant all the bones and flesh were pressed paper thin. The man let out a blood curdling scream and became shaking against his restraints.

“Look, I’m tired and I really want to go home and take a shower in bleach after this” She said. The man's chest heaved and his eyes began to bulge. “Where did you dump them?” her voice remained flat.

“Fuck y- AHHH” She hovered her foot over his, turning the shoe and all its contents to mush.

“Wrong. Try again.”

It wasn’t until she made it to the knees and elbows he finally gave in. Through heaves and sobs and he told her where he put the pieces of them. All of them.

“Thank you kindly.” She said in a mocking southern accent before hovering her hand over his head. A sickening, wet crunch sent blood and brains splattering each wall of the barn.

The woman opened the barn doors and took out a cigarette, she lit it and immediately took a deep breath. As the smoke fell from her lips in lazy spirals she looked up at the night sky. In the middle of the country the stars shone with an unfiltered brightness. It was such a beautiful sight from such a terrible place.

After another drag she walked past the old house to the edge of a clearing. On the line between the forest and the clearing a stone well stood lonely against the freshly mowed grass like a tombstone. The closer she got to it, the thicker the cursed energy became.

She took one final inhale of smoke before stomping the cigarette out. She approached the well and looked down into the deep hole. At the bottom in a pool of murky water, a curse scratched at the walls. Deep lines in the rocks showed years of unsuccessful climbs to the surface.

She rested her elbows on the edge of the well and waited for it to notice her. Soon the curse sniffed the air and looked up, locking its glassy black eyes with hers.

From the depths of the well came the smell of autumn leaves on the wind, fresh and crisp. The warmth of the sun as it melted the morning frost. It tasted like the color of turquoise and felt like a soft breeze.

Drops began to fall on the curse’s head as tears escaped from the corners of her eyes. In her mind flashed the years of watching the sky from the bottom of a hole.

“I will grant you what you want,” she said, her voice just loud enough to reach the depths below. With the confirmation cursed energy began to flow into her, an intoxicating rush that sent shivers racing down her spine. The taste that filled her mouth was innocent and light, almost pure. For a fleeting moment, she felt a pang of guilt for taking it at all.

As she consumed the last of it, she gave the curse what it desired. The splashing at the bottom of the well ceased abruptly, replaced by a sudden, resonant flapping. In an instant, the curse surged upward like a rocket, bursting from the darkness with a pair of shimmering, beautiful wings.

The woman watched in silence as it soared into the night sky, circling high above and shaking the water from its glistening form. It looked like the night sky.

“You are very pretty.” She said with a sad smile. The curse came down to the lip of the well and perched itself facing her. She reached out and stroked its face gently, Seven black eyes followed her movements carefully but didn’t flinch. The curse felt warm and soft. “Now go be free. Don’t cause too much trouble, ok? You don’t want me having to come find you.” She took back her hand and the curse paused for a moment in silent acknowledgment before shooting back off into the sky, far out of sight.

The woman watched the stars for a bit, collecting herself before pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. She went to the barn where the bloody mess of a corpse still sat in its chair. She kicked the door opened and after a deep drag. When the end of the cigarette looked as red a molten metal she threw it into the straw and watched the barn engulf in flames.

When she was certain the barn would be reduced to ash, she made her way to the car parked a mile down the desolate road. After a few turns of the key the engine roared to life, and she drove into the waiting darkness, the orange glow of the distant flames fading in her rearview mirror.

An hour later, she pulled into the lot of a dingy roadside motel. The flickering Vacancy sign buzzed faintly, its harsh neon glow highlighting every dent and scrape on the car’s chipped paint.

She climbed the creaking stairs to the second floor, the key cold and heavy in her hand. When she unlocked the door, the stale air hit her first. A woman sat up on one of the beds.

“Did you find it?” Her tan skin looked ghostly blue in the light of the television.

“Yeah.” she said, taking her leather boots off at the door. The bathroom door opened and a man in sweatpants and a white t-shirt came out, fresh from the shower. His short blonde hair was still dripping.

“Was it a curse?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“Ha! You owe me twenty bucks.” He laughed, pointing at the woman on the bed. She rolled her eyes and leaned over to get her wallet.

“Fuck you Chris.” she grumbled as he snatched the twenty dollar bill from her hands.

“Pleasure during business, Farah.” He teased.

“Why is it that whenever we come to stick’s more people do sick shit than curses. So what was it?” Farah leaned back into the bed, crossing her arms in a huff. “A pervert?”

“A sorcerer.” She said, sitting down on the other bed.

“A sorcerer? Out here?” Farrah raised her eyebrows.

“Hey! Don’t sit on my bed. Outside clothes, remember?” Chris complained as he dried his hair with a flimsy motel towel.

“Nothing touches her dumbass.”

“Still it's the principle behind it.” He mumbled. “Akemi…can you?” He motioned to his face.

“Oh, my bad. I forgot it was still on.” Akemi said. A veil of smoke fell from her as the middle aged woman from before melted away. The lines of age on her face vanished and her dark black hair faded into a deep charcoal grey. The clothes which fit snugly before became baggy.

“So it was a sorcerer?” Farah resumed her questioning.

“Yeah, puppet manipulation. He was using scarecrows to grab the girls.”

“Scarecrows? That explains the cursed energy and the straw at the bus stop. Dammit, I swore it was a curse this time.”

“Yeah…” Akemi’s voice trailed off. In the United States, major cities had established schools for sorcerers, making it nearly impossible to practice under the radar. They were organized, structured, and efficient at keeping curses in check.

But beyond the city limits—on the outskirts and deep into the heart of the middle states—it was a different story entirely. There, where towns were small enough to fit inside a single apartment building, the rules barely applied. It was a lawless frontier, a wild west of rogue sorcerers and unchecked curses.

“So, you didn’t find the girl?” Chris asked. Akemi shook her head and their shoulders slumped, his eyes softened and he walked up to her. He placed a warm hand on her shoulder. “It’s ok, you saved the next one.” Akemi took a deep breath and nodded.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She said, slipping his hand off with a squeeze. She stepped into the steamy bathroom, shutting the door carefully behind her.

She slumped over the sink, her eyes fixed on the rust-colored stains clinging to the edges of the drain. She had hoped Farah was right, that this time it really was a curse. The score was becoming uneven.

Wiping a hand across the fogged mirror, she stared at her streaked reflection. Ten years had passed in a blur. She looked older than the girl who had first arrived here, but not by much. Then again, she spent so little time in her own skin. Most days, she wore someone else’s face. If it weren’t for Chris and Farah, she doubted she’d show her true form at all.

Her mind drifted back to the curse at the bottom of the well. The black eyes staring at her bleakly from the bottom. He must have been able to see it too. She felt the anger and sadness rise inside of her like flames in her rearview mirror. When she looked into the mirror her eyes had turned black and her teeth were becoming pointed and jagged. She took a deep breath and turned on the shower.

“Be above them, Akemi. Above sorcerers, above curses, above demons.”

Her mother’s words echoed in her head, as they often did. She had tried to live by them, to rise above the chaos, to find clarity in detachment. But in doing so, she’d kept reaching a conclusion she wished she hadn’t.

In the end, they were all the same. Curses, humans, sorcerers. It didn’t matter how different they seemed. In the grand scheme of things, they all belonged to the same tangled mess without an end. It was a bleak diagnosis, but one she had learned to acknowledge and let pass like bad weather.

Before she went into the shower she checked her appearance. Her eyes were back to their normal gunmetal color and her teeth were flat. She let the hot water and cheap soap wash away the stench of the day and mentally readied herself for tomorrow. There was another case 50 miles away. A young man had been found torn to shreds in his home but nothing had been taken.

Akemi silently prayed it was a curse this time.

Want to read more? Check out The Face of Desire on A03 by Catrin.

[lightofraye]

Top Five Songs Of 2024 (Third Song)

Stan Freberg - Green Christmas

SCROOGE: Bah, humbug, everybody

CHORUS: Good morning, Mr. Scrooge! SCROOGE: Well, the meeting will come to order, if you please. Are all the advertising people represented here?

CHORUS: Everyone except Amalgamated Cheese! SCROOGE: Well, if they're not here for the Christmas pitch, I can't help them find new ways of tying their product in to Christmas. That's why I'm chairman of this board! Let's hear it for me!

CHORUS: Hear, hear! SCROOGE: All right, Abercrombie, what are your people up to?

ABERCROMBIE: Ahhh, same thing as every year. Fifty thousand billboards showing Santa Claus pausing to refresh himself with our product

SCROOGE: Mmmmm, hmmm, well, I think the public has come to expect that and...

ABERCROMBIE: That's right. It's become tradition!

SCROOGE: You there, Crass, uhh, I suppose your company's running the usual magazine ads showing cartons of your cigarettes peeking out of the top of Santa's sack?

CRASS: Better than that! This year we have him smoking one

SCROOGE: Um-hmmm...

CRASS: Yes. We've got Santa a little more rugged, too. Both sleeves rolled up and a tattoo on each arm. One of 'em says "Merry Christmas."

SCROOGE: What does the other one say?

CRASS: "Less tar!"

SCROOGE: Great stuff!

CRATCHET: But Mr.Scrooge...

SCROOGE: What? Who are you?

CRATCHET: Bob Cratchet, sir. I've got a little spice company over in East Orange, New Jersey. Do I have to tie my product in to Christmas?

SCROOGE: What do you mean?

CRATCHET: Well, I was just going to send cards out showing the three wise men following the Star of Bethlehem...

SCROOGE: I get it! And they're bearing your spices. Now that's perfect

CRATCHET: No, no... no product in it. I was just going to say, "Peace on Earth... Good Will Toward Men."

MAN: Well, that's a peculiar slogan!

SCROOGE: Old hat, Cratchet! That went out with button shoes! You're a businessman... Christmas is something to take advantage of!

SCROOGE: A red and green bandwagon to jump on!

SCROOGE: A sentimental shot in the arm for sales! Listen!

CHORUS: Deck the halls with advertising Fa la la la la la la la la While you can be enterprising Fa la la la la la la la la On the fourth day of Christmas My true love gave to me Four bars of soap Three cans of peas Two breakfast foods And some toothpaste on a pear tree! On the fifth day of Christmas My true love gave to me...

SCROOGE: Five tube-less tires!

CHORUS: Fo-ur quarts of gin Three ci-gars Two cig-ar-ettes And some hair tonic on a pear tree! Chest-nuts roasting...

ANNOUNCER: Sayyyy, Mother, as sure as there's an X in Christmas, you can be sure those are Tiny Tim Chestnuts roasting. Tin-y Tim Chestnuts are frill-bodied... longer lasting! This visible shell protects the nut! Now with X-K 29 added, for people who can't roast after every meal

GIRL TRIO: Tin-ee Tim! Tin-ee Tim! Chest-nuts all the way!

ANNOUNCER: Tin-y Tim's roast hot... like a chestnut ought! And... they are (ECHO) mild, mild, mild, mild

CHORUS: Deck the halls with advertising Fa la la la la la la la la 'Tis the time for merchandising Fa la la la la la la la la Profit never needs a reason Fa la la la la la la la la Get the money, it's the season Fa la la la la la la la la

SCROOGE: Words to live by, Cratchet!

CRATCHET: For you, maybe. Can't you just wish someone merry Christmas, for the pure joy of doing it?

SCROOGE: Why? What's the percentage in that? Let me show you how to make Christmas work for you!

CHORUS: We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas And please buy our beer!

SCROOGE: There you go, Cratchet! That's Christmas with a purpose

CRATCHET: I know, but wait a minute. Don't you guys make enough profit the other eleven months? Christmas comes but once a year

SCROOGE: Humph! Funny thing you should bring that up. That's exactly the point I was about to make. Hit it, boys!

SCROOGE: Christmas comes but once a year So you better make hay while the snow is falling That's opportunity calling you!

CHORUS: Rub your hands, December's here What a wonderful time to be Glad and merry!

SCROOGE: Just so you're mercenary too!

CHORUS: Buy an ad and show all the toys Show all the toys up on the shelf

SCROOGE: Just make sure that you get a plug You get a plug, In for yourself!

SCROOGE AND CHORUS: Christmas comes but once a year So you better cash in While the spirit lingers It's slipping through your fingers Boy! Don't you realize Christmas can be such a Monetary joy!

CRATCHET: Well, I guess you fellows will never change

SCROOGE: Why should we? Christmas has two s's in it, and they're both dollar signs

CRATCHET: Yeah, but they weren't there to begin with

SCROOGE: Eh?

CRATCHET: The people keep hoping you'll remember. But you never do

SCROOGE: Remember what?

CRATCHET: Whose birthday we're celebrating

SCROOGE: Well,... don't get me wrong. The story of Christmas, in it's simplicity, is a good thing - I'll buy that. It's just that we know a good thing when we see it

CRATCHET: But don't you realize Christmas has a significance, a meaning

SCROOGE: A sales curve! Wake up, Cratchet, it's later than you think

CRATCHET: I know, Mr. Scrooge, I know

CHORUS: On the first day of Christmas The advertising's there, with Newspaper ads Billboards too Business Christmas cards And commercials on a pear tree... Jingles here, jingles there Jingles all the way Dashing through the snow In a fifty-foot coup-e O'er the fields we go Selling all the way... Deck the halls with advertising What's the use of compromising Fa la la la la la la la la

[hum-suffer]

10 minute pehle ke news ki tea spill karoooooo

Grab your seatbelts because this is a wild and offensive ride.

Context: my friend had a birthday today, let's call her Butterfly. Butterfly is Moon boy's bestie. Me and K (my bestie) became friends with Moon Boy ages ago but we befriended Butterfly only recently during our exams.

Aaj Butterfly ki birthday mein, body shaming girl put up a story wishing her which read,"Happy birthday [Moon Boy] ki bestie." I was furious at her since like last season and even previous episode. Aaj ka precap isme hi aa gaya tha.

Tea:

So me and Moon Boy went to get Butterfly a cake for her birthday to celebrate in college without telling anyone but K. We got the cake and came back, and Body Shaming girl, let's call her Chintu (yes it's her nickname idek why), her group was lowkey offended that we didn't involve them in Butterfly's birthday plan

Moon Boy, that bloody diplomat, knew. He lured them all in with the cake cutting promise and everyone gathered around Butterfly, whom I had not allowed to peek at the cake. We had forgotten to get matchsticks so he went off to find matchsticks to light candles. Meanwhile...

Another girl, whom I did like until she turned into an ass licker, started fiddling with the cake. Bringing it out of box, trying to rip open the box to see the cake. I was politely trying to get her to stop until she tried to open the box. I opened the box instead and then closed it instantly and put it out of her reach. I told her to stop hovering and sit down.

Seeing her ass licker get shoved aside, Chintu was mad. But she was about to be madder.

I'm name dropping this one because i detest him the most. MOST. Bhavya, this lanky oversmart buy with a chomu hairstyle and round glasses, dared to be oversmart.

One thing that everyone should know about me is that I'm fiercely defensive of each of my friends. I treasure them beyond reason. Even if they're new friends.

Bhavya said, and i quote,"Burn Butterfly and use her to light the candles."

I said,"Maybe we should use you, since Teri already jal Rahi hai."

He went bitter and replied,"Jal nahi Rahi hai thik hai? Mere time to cake bhi nhi thi."

"should have had better friends," i said, which must have also offended Chintu.

Bhavya went even more bitter and said,"Mere dost jo the vo tere aaj ke dost hi the. Tere Jo itne saare ladke dost hai na. Vohi." (Lies. I'm acquainted with some boys because I'm a nice person and like to maintain connections. The only male friend i have is Moon Boy.)

I knew what he was implying but Butterfly was already shaking her head. I laughed,"Their behaviour isn't my responsibility."

He was about to say something and Butterfly said to not do this on her birthday. I laughed and said okay, I won't. Butterfly looked at me gratefully and Moon Boy returned till then. He noticed the harsh environment but said nothing and i continued pretending that I didn't want to kill anyone.

Me and Moon Boy took over, shifted benches and made Butterfly sit down, got her the cake(she loved it btw), lit up the candle. Chintu and her ass licker started pretending to care and warning how one shouldn't keep fire near them and blah blah blah. Whilst standing right behind me. I didn't say anything.

As we sang happy birthday, Bhavya sang "Happy birthday [Butterfly] aaj tu mar jayegi". I wanted to hit him but i didnt. By the look on his face, Moon Boy knew my smile wasn't entirely genuine after we finished the birthday song. I pushed him off to be the first one to eat the cake since he's the closest in relation to her. I was clicking pictures with his phone and i heard them criticise even that right behind my back. (Sue me, idk how to operate iphones instantly).

Chintu said,"Maine bola tha ki haath mein rakh ke candle mat jao but sunte nhi hai na kuch log." Bhavya asked who and she replied that she'll tell later. (Can you BE anymore obvious???)

We ended up having fun. I sent off K after me and later I went myself to eat the cake. Took a tiny bite because I don't like sweets too much, and fed Butterfly a wafer chocolate roll. She ate half of it and I fed the rest half to K and Moon Boy respectively. I heard them speak about that as well.

I sat down on a free bench, since I had period cramps, and the sheer joy of being around people and celebrating on Butterfly made me keep my words quiet and it was enough to make me smile widely.

(They did not like that. Duhhhhhhhhhh)

After this, me and Butterfly and K discussed this whole interaction whilst Moon Boy, the darling diplomat, went around fulfilling his volunteer duty and social media manager duty by clicking photos and videos.

The university secretary of the abvp, he came near us to find Moon Boy but he couldn't so I kept him in conversation for almost an hour. Moon Boy returned, listened to the conversation and was tiredly sitting quietly. I and K went to fetch our respective buckles and water bottles from our vehicles and we stayed there talking to some acquaintances. Butterfly came with us too.

I spied Moon Boy drifting in the place and went to him but he had been roped in with Chintu's group so I told him where he'll find me and left, ignoring the rest of them.

Ting ting tadinggggggggg agla update, next kalesh ke baad🫶🏽 (also no one needs to go anon to ask for such tea my loves, I'm happy to provide always 🫶🏽)

[nihyunluvskookie]

Tujhme rab dikhta hai

“Jeonghan one shot”

Pairing: Yoon jeonghan x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 4.2 K

Author’s Note: Well, desi husband Jeonghan is on the way, hope you like it. And I wrote it in Hinglish (i added few words and sentences of hindi, it’s sounds romantic ahhh) i hope you like it hehe and for non-desi reader, the meaning of ‘tujhme rab dikhta hai’ is ‘I see god in you my beloved’ also I just love this song so much I can’t explain, hope you like this. This is probably one of the longest one shot I ever wrote sjjs

happy reading ~

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[4:15 am]

My alarm went off, and I was about to go and check my phone but I felt Jeonghan pulling me closer by my waist. “Hannie” I spoke in a very low tone; I had to get up no matter what. “Umm, stay here” I slowly removed his hands from my waist. “I need to get up” I kissed his cheeks lightly and got up; I checked the time and it was already 4 am. I got up and went to take a shower and got ready. Once I was done, I heard a knock on the door. I fixed myself a bit then switched off the night lights and switched on the lights and then went to open the door of our bedroom.

“Noor” I looked at her and smiled, “maa” 

“Come down” I nodded, I closed the door carefully because he was still sleeping and I don’t want to disturb his sleep, he already came late home yesterday night and looked so tired.

“Your sargi” I was actually amazed how she kept everything, she made for me, an overwhelming feeling hit me, this was going to be my first Karva Chauth, I had to keep fast until we see the moon. “You have to eat this before sunrise and you have to keep the fast” I nodded and smiled at her. I went took her blessings and took the full big plate of sargi back to my room. I was kind of excited and I had an unknowing loving overwhelming feeling inside.

I opened the door slowly and saw Jeonghan sanding near the window, I was surprised for a second and then slowly closed the door. “Hannie” I called out his name and kept the thali on the table near our bed. He turned to look at me, “Noor” he smiled at me.

“Maa gave you sargi?” I nodded and sat on the bed. I let out a sigh, he came near me, “why are you sighing? You don’t want to keep the fast?” I shook my head, “no, it’s not like that” I gave him a look. I was feeling excited and overwhelming because it’s my first time. He shrugged off and then said “you know these look tasty?” I nodded. “Maa made these” I smiled looking at everything she made. She made gobhi stuffed paratha, paneer ki sabji, kheer, she kept few almonds, fruits, sewai with almonds and dates, coconut water. I saw Jeonghan pick up the bowl which had kheer, I looked at him with a confused face.

“What? I want to taste as well” I gave him a confused look and he took bites after bites. “You know it’s very tasty” I was looking at him in disbelief, he was eating my sargi!!

“Jeonghan, she made this for me, it’s MINE” I was about to get up and snatch it from him, “Okay okay, Noor calm down.” He gave me a bite of kheer. It was tasty, ah, I miss my home where I used to make kheer for myself.

After I ate the kheer, Jeonghan took out the paratha and panner ki sabji, he gave the plate to me after serving. “Awww, hardworking Jeonghan, why aren’t you sleeping and sitting here for me?” I looked at him, he looked at me, and I could see the love his eyes held for me. “Because I don’t want my dear wife to feel lonely while eating her sargi alone” I smiled at him. “But you came home late, and you should get some rest.”

“You’re more important for me Noor” and he pinched my cheeks, I looked at him, almost flustered because what he did. “Jeong-Jeonghan stop” I tried looking away but he was just infront of me.

I started eating the paratha, “Let me taste this as well”

“You ate my kheer already and I had two to three bites hardly, and now you want to eat my paratha as well” I pouted, and I saw him eating it. “You’re insane”

“How can you say that to your husband Noor” and before I could say anything, he kissed me. I was taken aback.

Everything I ate, Jeonghan wanted to taste and we ended up eating half- half of everything. He claimed he wanted to taste everything. I wonder why would this guy even wake up.

Sometimes I wonder, what did I deserve to get him, he always tells me how much he loves me and gives me everything I need, the warmth, the comfort, he understands me and respects me and my decisions; he never questioned me in anything and always supported me in everything.

How everything slowly fit together, when we fell in love, I never thought I would end up with him the way I wanted, it’s not even a year since we get married but each day, he fills my life with more and more happiness as if last seven years were not enough for him to keep me happy.

I couldn’t believe he actually came to talk to my parents to talk about our married with his parents, the fact his parents always knew and supported him. And knowing me, I still had a hard time to accept that I was with him infront of my parents in the end, I decided to tell them before I actually got married and left my home.

I couldn’t thank god any more or less for giving me Jeonghan, as mine.

I had the last bite of apple and heard Jeonghan say, “look, it’s sunrise” I smiled at him.

“Good morning Jeonghan”

“Good morning wifey” and he kissed my forehead.

“I should go get ready and have breakfast” he gave me a teasing smile. I just shook my head, this guy is so annoying at times yet I love him so much. “Yes, go have breakfast. Eat whatever you want.”

“aur tum fast rakhogi aaj meri jaan” (and you will be keeping the fast my love) he and his teasing, I am so done.

“You don’t have work today right?” I shook my head, “No, I took a leave”

“Sadly, your husband couldn’t take a leave and have to go for work today.”

“Of course, you should go and work, and you ate my half sargi. NO WAIT you almost had full of my sargi” I gave him a side look, “You look so adorable” he pinched my nose lightly and I looked at him in disbelief. He got up from the sofa and left.

I looked at the time, it was 5:26 am. I went down to keep the plate and everything. It was almost time for breakfast. I went down and saw mom already in kitchen.

“Noor” she called my name as soon as I stepped inside the kitchen, “what are you doing here?”

“Help you in breakfast like the way I do” she turned to look at me and stopped me from helping her, “No need, you should rest today.” she paused for a second and spoke “it’s sunrise already and you’re fasting. You would be on rest today and since you aren’t going for work today so just rest.”

“But-”

“No, but Noor, go back to your room and leave this here” she told me in the softest way possible.

I kept the plates and went back to my room. I saw Jeonghan sitting on his bed, I walked towards him and sat on bed. “Did mom kick you out from the kitchen?” and he started laughing. I just looked at him, and then nodded and the moment he stopped laughing he said “My dear workaholic wife, it’s fine to take a day off at times. You manage work and home both and help my mom as well in her chores that’s why it’s not wrong to take a small break for a day atleast.” He held my hand.

“I wish I could postpone the meetings I have today, and spend my day with you”

“Jeonghan it’s fine” I smiled at him.

“You taking day off is not normal, and at times we don’t get enough time to spend with eachother, sometimes I feel I should quit being a ceo and you should work and earn for family”

“You’re speaking as if you’re not rich and would die if both of us stop working.” I told him teasingly.

He suddenly pulls me closer and our faces were inches apart, “You speak way too much at times, I can make you quit as well and we can go to vacation for months so, stop tempting me for doing that”

I slightly pushed him, “you are such a tease”

“but you look so pretty in this olive green kurti and patiyala”

“Jeonghan you- I am so done. Can you leave for work already? Please?”

“Really Noor, you look the prettiest in this, I personally love this set of yours”

“When are you leaving Jeonghan?” he again pinched my cheeks and then kissed me.

 [1:30 pm]

“Your mehendi looks so pretty Noor” I smiled at Nishi, “All thanks to you” I smiled at her. I might start loving Jeonghan’s sister more than Jeonghan loves her. He always loved her so much and now I see why he loves and adores her so much. She’s lovely. “You can ask bhaiya to search for something here” “Huh?” I asked her and she just smiled.

“And you’re done Noor” she fixed my dupatta. “Finally, I’m done, I want to go and sit on balcony” she nodded and I got up.

“Noor” I stopped my feet, when I heard maa’s voice, “yes?”

“You’re done?” I nodded, “Jeonghan is also back early today” I smiled hearing his name, well, I did miss him. When do I not miss him, it’s normal for me to miss him like this. “Are you going back your room?” I shook my head, “I wanted to go to balcony and wait for the mehendi to dry up”

“Okay, he was searching for you” I looked puzzled and then looked at the time, “It’s lunch time, he came to have lunch at home?”

“He said he already ate, and came home after that” I nodded, he said he had important meetings, maybe he was done. I walked towards my room and spotted Jeonghan coming out of our room. “so, here you are” I was walking carefully because of my mehendi, I don’t want this to mess up.

He came closer to me, “looks like you’re finally done” I nodded and smiled at him

“You’re back early” he stepped closer to me, I took a step back. He was looking at my hands, and yes I was suspecting him into pulling something right now, you can never trust him with his pranks and I could see him planning something.

“Jeonghan” I called his name

“I am wondering about your mehendi�� this husband of mine.

“Jeonghan, no. you ain’t touching this mehendi”

“I wanna mess this up so bad”

“Jeonghan-” he was stepping closer, I need to run away or this devil guy will annoy me again, I quickly turned back and started running, I wanted to go back to balcony and sit there peacefully but Jeonghan.

“Noor, stop, don’t run” did I look like a fool that I would stop because he wants me and my mehendi is not even dried up, it’s fresh. It takes minimum three to four hours to dry up, and he wanted to mess up with me; I ain’t letting him do that.

Back when we were campus couple, he wasn’t pulling out pranks and he wouldn’t even tease like he does now, in his defence he said since I am with him and officially his wife he can tease me all he wants.

My mind was still, how he looked so beautiful maroon sherwani during our wedding, that smile when my hand was given to him, he looked so precious, I just wanted to protect his smile always and wanted to continue being the reason of his smile.

That one smile changed everything, and now here we are, husband and wife.

I was suddenly pulled by my arm and I was in his embrace in another second. My hands were safe, nothing happened to my dear mehendi and here he was holding me in his embrace tightly, his hands were holding me securely. “I wouldn’t dare to mess up with your mehendi noor, how could I do that”

I lifted my face too see him, “Jeonghan…”

“Meri jaan, I was just teasing you because I love teasing you, but I wouldn’t dare to do this. You look so cute when you runaway from me.”

“Jeonghan… we are not in our room” I was hesitating because what if someone saw us, “and we are married, I can do anything I want and this is my house” this guy, he is impossible.

“I don’t want to let you go when you are finally in my embrace.” His hand was on my head, and my head was pressed on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat, it was just like me.

After few seconds, he let go of me carefully. “Where were you heading to?” “Balcony, I wanted to sit there, because I had nothing to do and since I am getting a bit sleepy, I rather go sit there and read something.” he fixed my dupatta and held my shoulder. “let’s go” I looked at him and he was careful with my mehendi, he is such a tease and I love this tease so much.

We got into our bedroom and he closed the door, I was standing behind him, without taking any more step. He turned to look at me, “You should know whenever you wear this type of kurti and patiyala and a dupatta with it, you look like you came down from heaven, look at yourself now.” He took me towards the mirror and he was standing beside me, “you look the best in green, no matter how many times I tell you, nothing changes the fact.” I looked at us, he was holding my shoulder delicately, he was in casuals now, grey sweatshirt and sweatpants. He was looking at me, I could see it through the mirror.

I turned to look at him, “Jeonghan” his hands were on my shoulders, “Yes?”

“I love you” he looked surprised, well it’s not me who always tells him how much I love him or adore him, it’s always him. I can’t say it on his face, it takes time for me to say. He quickly kissed me on my lips, I was still looking at him, “stop being so adorable or else your mehendi would be ruined because I am holding back my urge to kiss you and pull you in my arms right now.” I laughed at him and laughed as well. The sound of his laugh is the most comforting one.

He took me to the bed, “you can get some sleep, I will stay here and take care of your mehendi.” I looked at him with a confused face, how did he even know that I am getting sleepy, “it’s okay, Hannie”

“You must be sleepy because of fasting and I bet you were the one who did everyone’s mehendi first and then yours was done in the end.”

How did he know?

“I just know you Noor, I know you.” she smiled at me. Since I couldn’t use my hands, he took my dupatta and kept it on the bed, and helped me to adjust. Since I was still in sitting position, he pulled the comforter to cover half of me.

How can he be such a loving husband, when I started dating him, I never thought I would get such an loving husband and will discover this side of him as well, because back then he was just full of fun and brainy guy, I never saw this coming.

“You can get a nap, Noor. It’s fine trust me.” he got up from the bed and gave me a forehead kiss.

[5:10 pm]

“Noor, noor. Wake up”

“Noor”

I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the lights on and Jeonghan’s face inches apart while he was holding my face softly. Did I really fall asleep? “What’s the time Jeonghan?”

“It’s 5:10 pm already, you need to take this off as well, right?” his another hand was holding mine.

“OH MY GOD YES” I was about to get up in a hurry but he held my hand, “slow down Noor, it’s fine. There’s no hurry and mom didn’t come yet. You’ve time to get ready and I think you already have everything you need today.” I nodded, remembering mom came few days ago and gave me the lehenga and saree, she told me to wear whatever I feel like. That saree was pretty one though, wearing a lehenga, umm.

I slowly got up and went to get over with my mehendi, because it’s fully dried up. After I came back to my room, I saw Jeonghan taking out my saree and jewellery. “Jeonghan” I saw him standing infront of our closet.

I walked towards him, and hugged him from back. “Noor” and he turned to look back at me, his loving eyes were the first thing I ever fell for. He removed the strands of my hair and tugged them behind my ears which were covering my face. “Are you feeling, okay?” I nodded, “Are you sure?” I nodded again, “meri jaan” and kissed my forehead.

He should know that I can never get used to these two words whenever he calls me ‘meri jaan’ I feel like I melt then and there, the way he calls me ‘meri jaan’ it feels like he makes me melt with his voice.

“You should get ready because I will get ready as well, and I took out the saree maa gave to you, because I felt like maybe you want to wear saree tonight.”

“How do you know everything I want to do Hannie~”

“Okay, now go get ready and I will check what will I wear.” I nodded and let go of his waist. I turned around and was about to go towards the bed because he kept my everything there, but he suddenly pulled me by my arm. I collided with his chest lightly, he held both my hands, “your mehendi looks so pretty and the colour looks so beautiful” he was tracing the mehendi design, “Jeonghan, I need to get ready” I slightly pushed him and left him there. I heard his chuckle from back.

After few minutes, I was almost ready and walked back to the room, I still had to fix my saree and check the pleats if they are done or not. The moment I looked up, my eyes met with Jeonghan, he was looking so beautiful in white kurta. The colour looked so nice on him; I was in awe. It’s very rare to see Jeonghan in traditions and this happens only in occasions which is still rare for me to see him like this.

I was awestruck.

I walked towards him slowly. he was wearing white kurta and it was looking beautiful because of the embroidery on the collar. I almost couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Noor” he called me name and I walked closer to him.

“Yes?” he suddenly knelt down and patted his thighs, I was confused for a second then I saw him holding my payal, “tumhari payal meri jaan”  I was so flustered, oh god, this man, yes my husband is making me go insane.

I gently gave my leg and he put the payal around very gently. Once he was done, he stood up “and it’s done” he smiled at me. I got ready, I wore my kajal and eyeliner, and applied lipstick. Once I was done then I did my hair, I did half braid quickly. I looked at the mirror and saw Jeonghan smiling at me through the mirror. I picked up my earrings and wore it. I was done and suddenly Jeonghan came closer, the close proximity, his breaths were hitting my bare neck, more over because I was wearing a blouse today rather than the kurti I wear usually. He leaned towards the dressing table and picked up a chain, I was about to turn to look at him but then he held my shoulders and stopped me from moving. “Don’t move”

He put the chain on my neck very carefully, then gave a quick peck on my neck. I was taken aback because of this sudden act, “this is for you. I wanted to give this to you today” I turned to look back at him and hugged him tight. I would literally tear up because of the love and affections he gives me.

We heard a knock on my door and I went to open the door, “maa”

“you look so pretty and Jeonghan you’re ready as well” she smiled at us, she held my cheeks and gave me a kiss on my cheeks. I smiled at her, “now let’s go down and let’s do the remaining rituals” I nodded and we went downstairs.

I saw everyone sitting there, I walked carefully along with Jeonghan. After going down I saw, the way everything was kept and decorated, we had to decorate the kalash and other things. Once everything was done, and kept in the thali (a big plate), we had to go the terrace, because we would see the moon there.

After few minutes, the moon came out. I heard maa “the moon is here” then I went to pick up my thali which was on the table and had my head covered with pallu. Then I had to lit up the diya, then kept the diya on the Chhanni then while looking at the moon through the chhannie I had to pour the water from the kalash. Then after keeping the empty kalash on the other side, then I turn to look at Jeonghan and the moment I looked at him, I saw him holding a chhanni and looking at me. I was surprised to see him holding a chhanni and looking at me, “Jeonghan yeh kya kar rahe ho?” (Jeonghan what are you doing?)

“Wahi jo tumhne aaj mere liye kiya hai” 

I was still confused, what was he trying to say, “meri jaan” and once again he goes with ‘meri jaan’ “fast rakha hai tumhare liye meri jaan” (I kept the fast for you my love)

I was taken aback, he kept fast for me and I didn’t know.

“this is the first time Jeonghan ever kept fast for anyone, and you’re the one for whom he kept the fast, this shows how much he loves you” I heard maa say this while completing and almost breaking her fast, she was almost done.

“Ab mujhe yeh chaand ko dekhne ki zaroorat nehi kyunki mujhe apni chaand mil gai hai” 

“Jeonghan…” how could he just say these words so casually, I was tearing up slowly.

“Ho gaya? Kyunki mujhe abhi bhook bhi lagi hai”  I nodded trying not to tear up.

I had to take out the diya from the chhanni and keep it on the thali and chhanni on the table. After that I had to do the arti, once done I smiled at him and he smiled at me. he take the kalash from the thali and helps me drink the water and I do the same. And now I had to hold the thali and bow down, but before I could bow down after fixing my pallu, Jeonghan was quick to touch my feet and I was in disbelief. How could he do, and he didn’t let me touch his feet. He took the kaju katli, from the thali and gives me a bite, I saw him checking out our sides and suddenly he comes closer and takes a bit of the kaju katli as well, our lips touch and he pressed his lips more.

I was too flustered to even react, once he takes a step back, he could see how flustered I was. What if maa saw us, what if- I turn to look at my sides, and no one was here, not maa, papa aur Nishi. They all left and it was just us. I let out a small relief sigh, Jeonghan is insane.

“you’re insane, tum kuch bhi karte ho kahin pe bhi”  I looked at him,

“Haan, I’m insane because of you” he took a pause before speaking, “pata nehi hai tumko?”  and then he kissed my forehead, and says, “lambi umar k liye sirf tum hi kyun dua maango chaand se, maine bhi maang li aaj chaand se tumhare liye lambi umar meri jaan” he took another pause, “jisse ki hamari dono ki lambi umar ho aur mai tumhe issi tarah pyaaar kar sakun hamesha hamesha k liye” I was feeling overwhelmed and couldn’t resist anymore, why was he like this. I quickly gave him a peck. I wanted to love him more than he loves me

He smiled at me and says “Let’s go down now, I’m hungry” we were about to leave and maa comes and says “tumdono ka romance khatam ho gaya ho toh khane chalen?” and all of us burst out laughing and I got so shy.

Jeonghan held my shoulders and we went down, before going down he says, “tujhme raab dikhta hai yaara mai kya karu”

“I love you so much Noor” and kissed my cheeks.

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🔮 Impending Future

how do you think you will react to moments you have scripted for the future in any of your drs?

★ | most likely mortified by the mess I’ve created or extremely excited 😭 I scripted I don’t remember any scenarios I scripted so it happens and I have no clue what’s coming.

in my kpop drs, when I see all sorts of drama I scripted (I’m ngl I just scripted there’s drama, dating, etc so it would be more fun) so when I see idols dating or having fights or that kind of stuff, I’m going to be so shocked.

I’m lowkey really main character / y/n (as embarassing as it is) in my kpop drs so when my group / I win awards, I’m going to be so excited and surprised. Like when APT (a song I scripted I sing instead of rosé 😭) wins an award at the MAMA awards 2024, I’m going to be shocked and literally about to cry. When APT is going viral, I will be so surprised I swear. And anytime my group wins awards in my group drs, I’m just going to be freaking out in excitement and crying.

🦢 Graceful Swan

is there any moments in your dr where you are the epitome of grace or elegance? are you graceful in your dr? what are some of your least graceful and clumsy moments?

★ | in one of my own gg drs (concept is elegant; think ive), I basically embody white swan aura. Like I’m extremely elegant and graceful and one of my titles is the white swan of kpop.

2. ★ | I’m graceful in most of my drs. In my k-pop drs, I’m mainly graceful. In some of my drs where I have powers and fight and stuff, not so much.

3. ★ | in the drs where I’m not very graceful, I have some very interesting moments. In my dragon dr, I fall off my dragon once or twice (in a heroic yet embarassing way), get hit and knocked over several times by my dragon’s tail and slip on hay in the stables where the dragons are kept (that does NOT only happen in the cartoons I swear). In my hogwarts dr, when I enter the chamber of secrets and am running from the basilisk, I slip and fall right on my face because the ground is so wet and slippery.

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6: Which Batcher would you want to be your coworker at your irl job?

I am unfortunately unemployed,, lmao. Technically a full-time student and a housemaid so if we're going off that then I would say I'd want Echo to be my 'coworker' because I think he'd be more than willing to give a helping hand (or scomp, lol) when and if I should need it. But if we're talking like what I hope to be doing in the future which is whatever thing that has to do with screenwriting, teaching, or creative writing; I'm going with Tech. I think Tech and I would get along very well because we're both on the spectrum and we could just like parallel play and be cool with just that.

20: Which Batcher has the 'weirdest' taste in music?

Unrelated note, Echo is a k-pop fan and I'll die on this hill (and he's a Broadway fan). I think the person who has the 'weirdest' taste in music is probably Tech and I say 'weirdest' in the sense that he will listen to whatever genre. He simply does not care. You shuffle his liked songs and you feel like you're having a stroke. It's a mix of old dad rock that Hunter and Wrecker enjoy, it's the punk and emo shit Crosshair listens to, there's some old/first-gen K-pop in there, he listens to Los Panchos and Vicente Fernández. County? Sure, why not? He's a big fan of Beyoncé. He knows all the words to Rap God. He listens to Broadway songs and game OSTs. Omega makes him listen to those fan songs of video games. Catch him crying and listening to Mitski at 3 am in the morning. I could go on and on.

30: Tell me a random headcannon you have about Omega.

A random headcanon I have about Omega is that she has a good night routine. Like the book "Goodnight Moon" before she hits the hay she says goodnight to anything and everything. Of course she starts out with her brothers–"Good night Hunter. Good night Echo. Good night Tech. Good night Wrecker."–Then she goes on her personal items and Gonky–"Good night Lula. Good night trooper. Good night Gonky."–Then the ship and surrounding things–"Good night Marauder. Good night stars. Good night planets."–and then when everything is said and done and everything is silent she'll stare out into space and whisper, "Good night Crosshair."

38: What color do you associate with each Batcher?

Ooh, this is a fun one! Honestly, my answers are super basic, but eh. For Hunter, it's red, mainly because he's the squad leader and one of the main colors of the squad is red so automatically he gets that. While he does look good in teal, I think red's his color. For Echo it's a deep blue, mainly because of his time spent with the 501st but also because it's a calming color and Echo is just someone you'd want to be around to feel calm and safe. For Wrecker it's yellow; the color I associate with any positive/bubbly character for obvious reasons, but also it's my sister's favorite color and she's the sweetest person ever so I think it's a fitting color. It's a warm color and I'm sure he gives warm hugs <3 For Tech it's oranges/browns. Typically I tend to associate purple with 'smart' characters because of Donatello from TMNT, but orange/brown is just a more fitting color for Tech and I can't really describe why. Maybe it's the s2 armor? For Crosshair it's green because of his Imperial armor and I guess also because it symbolizes growth? In a sense? Also it's not one of my favorite colors, lol. For Omega, I associate her with teal colors. Something like the ones on her outfit from S1 but also because I love her so much and teal is my favorite color as well.

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Things, People and Media I've Admired :3 (Under Construction)

A non-exhaustive list that will be never-ending: People - My Boyfriend <3 - My Bestie <3 - Nana (Actress) - Song Hye-Kyo (Actress) - Madison Beer - Kesha - Killuada (YouTuber) - Jacob Geller (YouTuber) - Stephanie Soo (YouTuber)

TV Shows/Movies - Nana (anime) - Wotakoi: Love is for Otaku (anime) - Kimi ni Todoke (anime) - Babylon (anime) - KiKi's Delivery Service (Anime Movie) - Community (Sitcom) - Scott Pilgrim (US Movie) - Tangled (Animated Movie) - Aladdin (Animated Movie) - Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (Bollywood Movie) - 3 Idiots (Bollywood Movie) - Clark (Swedish TV Show) - The Glory (K-Drama) - What's Wrong with Secretary Kim (K-Drama) - Barbie: Princess Charm School (Animated Movie) Music Eurobeat (music genre) - Ride on Time (Eurobeat) - MAX &lt;3 - Running In the 90s - Max Coveri - Koko Soko - SMiLE.dk EDM - Happy Hardcore (music genre) - Music by cYsmix - Music by Zedd (2014 me was obsessed) - Music by saradisk - Gyaru style music (Eurbobeat, EDM, transcend genres) (current obsession) I really like this album on soundcloud, if you wanna talk about gyaru music and style hit me up! as a baby gyaru I would love to talk about this lifestyle.

Classical (music genre) - Prokofiev: Romeo and Juliet, Op. 64, Act 1, Scene 2: Dance of the Knights - Paquita: Variation 5 Movie Soundtracks (music genre) - LaLaLand - Justin Hurwitz - Tron: Legacy - Daft Punk &lt;3 Video Games - Night In The Woods - The Sims 4 - Stardew Valley (current obsession) - osu

[etherealrin]

helloo it’s me again 😭😭 for the emoji i guess id choose 💫 since this started with the stargazing fic :)

i totally agree with your keshi, chase atlantic, and joji picks!! i feel like he’s also the type to listen to lowkey artists sometimes & gatekeep them? like he finds mainstream music lukewarm… but idk if that’s accurate? it kinda matches tho with how he most likely doesn’t have social media since he would probably find it useless? AND i feel like every now and then he might check the todays top hits playlist on spotify and somehow like some of the songs tho he would NEVER admit it

i do wonder like in that case that he likes someone, do you think he would be the type to listen to love songs? maybe not the taylor swift kind of love songs but more of like its you by max (ft. keshi) ? maybe because keshi is in it so it would make sense for him to start off with this kind of song ?

THO im also probably projecting 😭 would love to hear your thoughts on this! 💘

xx 💫

ᯓ★ overanalyzing itoshi rin's music taste!

does rin gatekeep/not like mainstream? imo it depends, i feel like he has a few smaller artists he is VERY passionate about but they’re not as lowkey as he thinks bc he doesn’t have time to scour the internet like that as a soccer player (like bixby, starfall, joon, lieu??) although i can also see him exclusively using soundcloud but that probably would have been an interest he developed earlier and has sort of fallen out of now.

in the case of today’s top hits songs: he definitely would like luther by kendric lamar, birds of a feather by billie eilish. some songs i am more questionable about, he either loves or despises, like blue by yung kai, no one noticed by the marías, and toxic till the end by rosé.

the question we have all been waiting for…does he listen to love songs?

i think he might start off listening to them unintentionally, having them play on random from his recommended spotify made playlists. he doesn’t read the title and they just start playing LOL

if he likes someone at the moment, he’ll probably start noticing thoughts about them when love songs play, he notices all the small details about people he likes. i believe that individually he would never make it to taylor swift type love songs but would like something like love by w2e, my everything by the black skirts, K by cigarettes after sex, more yearning types of love songs ykwim? i think he likes pryvt as well!

however if his s/o does like taylor swift he might give it a shot for them, and if so he’d like: long story short, august, the archer, miss americana and the heartbreak prince, paris (ESPECIALLY THIS BC HE PLAYS ON PXG ITS SOO PERFECT) snow on the beach (more lana version), all too well, call it what you want, and delicate (this one is just him and so many blue lock chars in a nutshell)

i hc that he also likes indie, like 505 by arctic monkeys, borderline by tame impala, pasture child by dominic fike?

a/n: AHH HAI 💫 ANON thank u for feeding my rin obsession to the very maximum.

[the-whispers-of-death]

desperate for any stone and mārīe interactions, so like any good writer, im just gonna. force it into existence.

maybe she has a break from school and is on the ranch a lot more with stone while sylvester's at work getting that bread

imagining her being super super hyped to spend time with her 2nd favorite dad in the whole world.... only to go to bed the previous day and sleep until noon

i really wanna say that they have both horses *and* ponies there. cuz she *begged* for them and theyre all named after MLP characters, sorry but my heart says its true

maybe shes not really allowed around the horses cause theyre still new and getting used to their new home and scared/nervous horses dont discriminate when bucking

imagining her being really really eager though and being a little nuisance and going "if you dont let me see the horsies it means you dont love me :(((" to stone

anyways she gets to go see said horsies. and feed them.

i feel like she'd be the type to try and help with like cleaning and transporting the hay and whatnot, only to be utterly useless but very, very enthusiastic about "helping" anyways

type of girl who'd befriend all of the farm cats. theyre all named after warrior cat cats. sorry. probably keeps bringing them inside, despite sylvester being mildly allergic and always scolding her afterwards

... imagining her getting horse riding lessons and. oh fuck. you know what happens at riding lessons... anyways stone looks away for a *second* and. oh f u c k

anyways imagine sylvester coming home after his 9-5, only to *not* be met with his bumbling daughter running up and yapping his ear off. first major red flag

second flag being... *why the fuck is stone so nervous and sweaty all of a sudden,,, hmmm*

"... love, whats---" "she fell off a horse, okay?????" "WHAT"

no idea how much this mischaracterizes him, but my hear says hes an awful medic for kids. too aware of his size, too aware he can make things worse, and worst of all, *scare* the kids

i wanna say mārīte is fine and only got a few bruises and just hit her head a little, but still got sentenced to the bed by stone. but still, sylvester aint happy. who would be? now poor guy's just stressing out over potential brain injury

"i leave you two alone for ONE day-- stone. look at me. *look at me*. bad boy. ugh. >:( unbelievable"

imagining him just going to the kitchen to make dinner afterwards, mood ruined and. oh.... *its... already made*

*cough* later its just... "baby.. dya wanna make up f'r me fully? wanna be a good boy f'r daddy again? 'm sorry for yellin' lovely... c'mon, come to me.. good.. thats a good boy" *cough*

~ rusty

Stone needs to be fucked real good to even think he can be forgiven for the grave mistake he made.

Stone's only a good medic for kid if he's Girl Dad!Stone (because of course he's not going to let a random stranger doctor his kid). But he's not Girl Dad!Stone here, he's Canon!Stone. And Canon!Stone has only ever patched up adult soldiers in his life until he met Sylvester and Mārīte.

All this to say, he's never going to look away ever again. But also, he probably most likely would've never looked away in the first place (can we say thank you to his paranoia??) but for this scenario, we'll just pretend he somehow doesn't have the insane amount of paranoia that would've led to him not taking his eyes off of Mārīte on a horse.

[nihyunluvskookie]

Eid with him~

“Jeonghan one shot”

Pairing: Yoon jeonghan x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 1.4 K

Author’s Note: Well, another desi husband Jeonghan, and this time, it’s not that long hehe. It’s a small Eid setting. Jeonghan saying meri jaan >>>

please someone make him say these two words PLEASE 😭

Also, I love the name Noor, I just can’t stop using this name.

Eid Mubarak to everyone who’s celebrating!!

happy reading~

my desi imagines masterlist

“Noor, Noor, wake up” I felt Jeonghan’s fingers tracing my face, I opened my eyes slowly. I looked at the beautiful pair of eyes, “meri jaan” these two words oh god.

“What’s the time?” I asked still in a sleepy voice, his fingers were tracing my cheeks. “8:30 am” my eyes opened instantly, on realization. We need to leave by 9 am for our work respectively; I was about to wake up hurriedly “why didn’t you wake me up early Jeonghan? We’re going to be late, oh god”

“Noor” he caged me, “Jeonghan…”

“Aaj Eid hai, did you forget meri jaan. It’s a holiday” how could I forget about today, I sighed. I’ve been so busy with work lately, I forgot about Eid. “Eid Mubarak meri jaan” he tugged my hair behind my ears and smiled. The smile which reminds me I’m home, and he is my home.

“Eid Mubarak” he pulled me closer, my head was on his chest. “I need to get up Hannie and help maa in preparing everything.”

“You’re not working today, anymore. Enjoy Eid with resting today” he looked at me and I was looking at him. “You were so busy that you even forgot about Eid today Noor, how is that fair? That’s why go on rest mood and just enjoy Eid with us. Okay?” I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

I don’t remember for how long we cuddled and I got up from the bed once we heard the knock on our bedroom room. Jeonghan went to open the door and I went to take a shower. I was sure it was maa, probably came to wake us up for breakfast. I don’t remember sleeping past 8 am ever since I started working and specially after getting married. So, today waking up at almost 9 am was more than I could ever ask for, I actually needed this sleep and rest.

I wore a cream colour kurti and patiyala, I was searching for the dupatta but I couldn’t find it. I felt Jeonghan walking towards me, “are you searching for your dupatta again?” he can read me so smoothly. I nodded without looking back at him. I felt he came closer to me, his breaths were hitting me, I saw him taking out my dupatta from the upper self, I wondered when did I keep it there.

I turned to look at him, he was holding my dupatta, “yeh lo tumhara dupatta” I took it from him, “I don’t remember keeping it there” I whispered but he definitely heard it, “but I remember keeping it there.” I was looking at down then looked at him. He came closer and trapped me between his arms and wardrobe, “Jeonghan?”

“Haan meri jaan” my heart skipped beats because of him and his words. He leaned towards me, I almost stopped breathing and closed my eyes; I felt his breaths hitting my face and suddenly I felt a kiss on my cheeks and his fingers pinched my nose. “It’s too early for anything Noor” I opened my eyes instantly. He was giving me his famous teasing look with a smirk and a laugh. He teased me again.

I lightly pushed him, and put the dupatta on my shoulder, “You are so annoying, I’m going downstairs” and I heard him laugh.

After having breakfast, I asked maa if I could help her today and she insisted me to rest up today but I wanted to make, kheer for everyone and she finally gave up.

After making kheer for everyone, maa suggested me to apply mehendi. I was about to say no and help her in making dishes but she just insisted and I couldn’t say no to her. She even asked Nishi, my sister-in-law to apply it on me.

After sitting almost, for forty-five minutes, I was done. “and you’re done” she smiled at me. “thank you” she just gave me a look “I don’t take thank you from my best bhabi” I wish my hands were not filed with mehendi fully or else I would've given her a hug. A tight hug which she deserves.

“I lowkey want to see the reaction of Jeonghan when he will see your mehendi” I looked at her, “Why so?”

“Ask him to check your mehendi once dried up and everything” I was about to say something but I saw Jeonghan standing and leaning on the door. He smirked at me, and said “meri jaan” and I can never get it wrong, never ever. I was so flustered and he was so satisfied with it, his face said it all.

“Bhabi, you should go and rest up in your bedroom while wating for this to dry. You’ve a holiday anyway” I diverted my attention back to Nishi

“But”

“No buts, you work way too much and ask bhaiya to keep you company, he is just too jobless and wouldn’t mind to keep you company” she laughed “look at him, he can’t even take his eyes off you right now.” I looked at him and he was just smiling at us. “Sometimes I wonder how does he even work, like you know missing you during his work and I’ve never seen him so lovesick, the way he is for you. Honestly one day I thought he lost his mind when I saw him giggling at his phone and it turned out it was a video of you petting a kitten. He is such a lovesick”

“Stop Nishi” I was getting embarrassed.

“Sach me, aapko pata bhi hai, kitne der se dekh rahe the aapko, usnki jaan jo ho aap” I gave her a look again.

“Acha chalo, you’re done now and it looks like he is waiting for you, now go” I got up and walked towards the door, Jeonghan left the moment I got up from the sofa.

I walked towards our bedroom, I’ve no work anyways so I could just rest today. I entered and almost jumped in surprise, when I heard the voice “Looked like you enjoy Nishi’s company more than me, is that true meri jaan?” I almost got a heart attack.

“Jeonghan!” I looked at him, he was looking sulky, “You almost scared me.” I walked inside and heard him close the door. I didn’t look back and went to sit on the bed.

“You didn’t answer my question Noor” he came to sit beside me, this side of Jeonghan is so rare. “Well… you could tell your sister… to be less adorable and fun around me” I smiled at him

“Am I not fun?”

“Well not more than Ni-” and I couldn’t complete this because he kissed. He was holding my arms carefully, and kissed me more.

He was pressing his lips softly but more on my lips, his lips touched my lips for a brief moment which was meant for teasing, I know him very well, before he could tease me more, he pulled himself back, the feeling of his lips on mine made me miss and crave for more. I was about to pout but he spoke.

“You talk too much at times.” I was in shock, “You are the one who asked!”

“Yes yes I know still you were about to say you like Nishi more.” I was about to say something but he didn’t give me the chance to say anything and put a small gulab jamun inside my mouth, I couldn’t help but to enjoy the taste. I loved it, “You liked it?” I nodded, and he came closer to take a bite of the gulab jamun. I was in shock, he pressed his lips against mine again and this time, one of his hand was on my waist, supporting me from falling backwards on bed. He was the only support I had or else I would've lost balance because of his sudden kisses. This kiss was more like he was telling me, something. He looked satisfied and pulled back. “Gulab jamun is tasty, glad maa decided to make it today.” I was looking at him, and his thumb was caressing my lips, the urge to kiss him was more, why would he tease him. I was looking at his lips, probably unable to say anything more, “Jeonghan” my voice came out low and hoarsh, and in a blink he’s kissing me. Once, twice, until I’ve had a taste and a realization, that I’ll never have enough. He’s holding my waist and my arm, careful about the mehendi, which I almost forgot because of him. Suddenly he’s kissing me harder, harder like it’s a need right now. He kissed me until we are out of breath.

“Your lips taste sweet. Wish I could taste you more just like this.”

“I need to tell Seungcheol to stop giving you flirting ideas like this”

He could see how he flustered me, “you still get flustered everytime I kiss you”

“Eid Mubarak meri jaan”

[suspm]

Final Project- "Hmong New Year"

For my final project for this class, I will be taking photos of end of the celebrations that Hmong people have. I will be mainly focusing on Hmong New Year celebrations held in the cities' fairgrounds. Ever since I was a child, I remember going to each one and having a great time there with family and friends.

I will be traveling from city to city and shoot photos of all different types of venders there. I will be taking photos of different types of Hmong clothes from tradition to a more modern look. As time have passed many new and different type of outfit style have changed. Many still wear tradition heavy clothing while some have moved to more a modern style.

There are different activities to experience at Hmong New Year and I hope to be able to capture every moment that truly captures the beauty and wonder of my people celebrations. From finding love to getting hit by sport balls.

Due many gangs related crime that have taken place in the past. The city has taken extra precautions to make sure no concealed weapon or drugs is taken into the fair grounds. Bags the surpassed 8inch by 5in were not allowed unless it was a clear bag or a maternity bag for children purposes.

After checking bags sizes, there will multiple lanes where metal detectors are set up to make sure you do not have any conceal weapon on your body.

You will head over to walk through thew metal detector. You will place all your items into a bowl and security will search them. As stated before, too many gangs related crimes have taken place, so the city is taking extra precautions to ensure safety for everyone

People from all over comes to California for new year, so there is always lots of people and families walking around the vendors to see what is being sold. They are always here to watch dance competitions, women pageant, and many more.

Medication is mostly sold in all the older Hmong women and men vendors. These are herbs and stones to help with health. Mostly eastern Asian culture use tree roots, plants, and stones to grin into dust for many health issues within the body or spiritually

Another big item sold at Hmong New Year is jewelry. Many of the older ladies are attractive to gold and jade. Most pieces are for fashion and to enhance your beauty, however there is some pieces that rea meant for spiritual protection.

Korean and Japanese popular characters and anime merchandise are always sold at Hmong New Years. From what I remember, it has recently gotten popular over the last 5 years. Most venders sell well known anime characters and K-POP posters and albums.

One thing about Hmong New Year is all the drink and food vender there! Lots of different type of food and culture food comes to this event to make business. Boba drinks are the main or most sold drinks.

“Pov pob” is a courtship that Hmong people do. Boys and men will go around a holding a tennis ball or a ball of that size and ask a girl or woman to toss the ball with them. As you pass the ball back and forth from across one another, you talk with one another and get to know each other. If there is interest, you will give your contact information. However, if you aren’t interest, you can just thank the person for the time and move on.

These two men were talking and courting the young ladies as they were tossing the ball back and forth with their friends. Asking them if they will like to get to know one another.

This was a before and after shot of a girl who was enjoying her time with her friends. She caught the ball and toss it too far making her friend chase after it.

It’s not just the young folks who do the courtship! Lots of the older men and woman who are single or are a widow will participate. For the older tradition the men will sing a story or feeling, “hais Kwb tsiaj”, to the woman, and if she likes it then she will reply with her own song.

There are dance competitions held at each Hmong New Year event. Many dance groups from all over the states comes over to compete. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to see them perform as my mother wanted to go shop for some more stuff.

There is a stage that is meant for random people to go and show off their skills in singing and dancing. This was a young group who as doing a dance cover for a KPOP song.

Lastly, you can’t leave the sports out of Hmong New Year. Mostly boys and men compete in these sport events. The two sports played is volleyball and soccer.

The sports are held from the youth to the seniors. I was only able to capture the youth as their court was the only one that had enough room for me to squeeze in to take photos.

After spending 4 hours walking, shopping, eating, and taking photos, we finally went home!

[lyricsssdotin]

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[galaxofmuses]

// K! It's time for me to hit the hay! My brain reached the limit today man afhkjfh

[badedramay]

Low key so embarrassed at times to be a Pakistani when it comes to fandoms. I — for better or for worse — have been in several different fandoms that span the world, yo. MCU, Harry Potter, K dramas, J dramas, K-pop, Turkish dramas, Bridgerton, anime… literally everything.

I have never seen this mentality of fans trying to dictate who an actor can or cannot work with, and I thought I had seen pretty much everything. I mean when youre as big of a BTS fan as me, you legit think you’ve seen it all when it comes to toxicity, but once again pakistan unpleasantly surprises me.

Plus, with pretty much zero exception to this rule, it is always the female in the situation who is blamed for working with an actor which is their job, regardless of if the female is part of the hit pairing or the kebab mein haddi. The Maya and wahaj thing is recent, but it was the exact same with sajal and Ahad. Fawad and Mahira. Ayeza and Imran Abbas for a while. To some extent, mawra and Ameer Gillani, and the two leads from fairy tale whose names i can’t ever remember.

Where does this come from in pakistan? What is it about our culture that makes people think this is acceptable? Can you tell me if you’ve seen it anywhere else aside from Pakistanis? I legit don’t even see Indian/hardcore Bollywood fans say this type of stuff about their faves. A part of me is wondering if it’s the same subset of people who think telling an actor their clothing is acceptable or not is saying these things and that’s where the entitlement comes from, but I don’t want to falsely accuse the deen of something if there’s another cause.

ps you should check out “the glory” K drama on Netflix. I think you’d like it.

one word: misogyny.

it's a misogynist society and a frustrated society. there's no welfare for the people. economy is shit. the political state of the country is shit. there's literally no security of future here. things get progressively worse and worse for the people who are living here on monthly wages, God only knows how the people surviving on daily wages are faring. no one is having it "good" here except for a very very VERY select few. and there's no way of showing that frustration for many people. social media gives people an anonymity to channel their frustrations in different ways. kisi deewar pe toh sar phodna hi hai.

btw, I disagree that Pakistani fandoms are so worse of the lot. this story is the same everywhere. the only reason why it looks bigger here is because compared to other fandoms, by quantity, Pakistani fandom is smaller. it's like a small town where everyone knows everyone. there's no escaping the trash at the side of the road cuz everyone is using the same road to travel. while other fandoms like kpop for instances can still allow fans the make their own safe circles away from the negativity and still manage to enjoy the feel of a large community. itna toh main likh ke de sakti hoon that by no comparison is Pakistani fandom worse than the stuff kpop fans, specifically armies, pull out. it's all about where you are getting your news from.

twitter is just ONE of the platforms where fandoms exist. before the monopoly of social media came into place, we had multiple platforms which housed fandoms. idk if you have interacted with fandoms at different places. for me, the tumblr fandom culture largely shaped how i interact with the media (a mix of meta analysis+edits). the twitter side of fandom interacts with media different. Indiaforums had a very different way of interacting with media. soompi and dramabeans were where I went for kdrama side of fandom. we also have reddit which is a completely different beast. and these are just English speaking platforms. the local Korean/Chinese/Japanese platforms which remain the biggest and most influential communities for the East Asian media content have a culture that outsiders simply cannot understand no matter how good the translating account is.

so yeah, yes Pakistani fandoms have problem. but which fandom doesn't? the general rule of "mute and block and be vigilant in maintaining a timeline that caters to only your interest!" applies here as well as to every fandom ever. ignore the shit takes and the negativity the best you can; they only exist to sour your personal good time here.

(i LOVEEEEEEEEEE The Glory. i showed my love for it decently enough on twt back when both the parts dropped)