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[homular]

The Interior Rules of Design

The dream is a dream of home-ownership world-wide. It’s the dream of having a home decor ideas that is a warm, safe, beautiful haven. Some want to achieve a plush, luxury home styling look; others may want one that is classic yet contemporary. A lot of people want to go for ethnic style these days. So what’s your choice? You can change the whole look of your DIY home improvements on a budget that…

[disappearedsock]

Every day I think about how, during my senior year of high school, I had an economics class where the teacher was obsessed with the idea of entrepreneurship. And one of our most memorable projects was to come up with a shark tank style sales pitch for whatever imaginary invention we came up with.

And me, a socially anxious teenager in 2013, suggested digital menus for restaurants, where you could just tap on an item and have it delivered to the table without having to speak to a waiter. All built into the table/booth, of course - this is back were smartphones were still considered more phone than computer, and I didn't want to dismiss the idea of going out to eat entirely.

And the teacher said flat out that it was a ridiculous idea because it was unreasonable to think we'd ever want to remove that element of human connection, or whatever. Never mind it was already a thing in places like japan and never mind that dismissing an idea out of hand went entirely against the spirit of entrepreneurship that he kept glorifying.

It is still very funny to think about that project in a post-2020 world is all

[nururu]

I not only had a sexy Zoro dream but it was an altogether strawhats dream too and we went on a vacation together.. it was so.much fun... zoro and I shared an Airbnb room and made beautiful love. and Franky carried me around by my hands like I was a kid and I directed him like I was a mech pilot and made him shoot imaginary missiles at Sanji. I made him shoot everyone actually except for luffy.

[iero]

🤝 the name i use irl came from my initials lol

Solidarity anon! 🤝🏻

[heartshopping]

1800 yen recipe book and if milfeulles on the cover there are probably some legit good recipes in there

[marigold-hills]

June 17: pic ‘n’ mix | @wolfstarmicrofic | word count: 542

PREVIOUS PART • NEXT PART • FIRST PART

It’s a silly thing, really. Having to sneak away like this. They’re both of age and about to graduate. In two weeks, they’ll be living in London, free of supervision, of constraints, of curfews and house points.

Still, it almost feels like old times, to slink through the tunnel to Hogsmead, hide under the Cloak. Almost because it’s also brand new: Moony’s fingers in his, hands palm-to-palm.

They’re wearing their weekend clothes. Remus is in a soft, thin jumper, the sleeves just a little too short and exposing the delicate bones of his wrists. There is a hole in the hem from a Potions’ revision mishap. Sirius put on his favourite combat boots and all his favourite rings - he’s fiddling with them on his left hand, right one busy holding onto Moony’s.

A wall of pic ‘n’ mix takes up the back of Honeydukes. The bottom of it, which Remus is half-bent to peruse, is nothing but chocolate of more variants than Sirius has bothered to try in all the times he’s been here. There are the more common tastes, like peppermint mice and fudge flies, but they veer into obscure the further down he looks. Sure, butterbeer chocolate covered honeycomb sounds delicious, and firewhiskey cauldron cakes will probably be his new favourite, but he’d rather steer clear of the limited-edition chocolate frogs (now with more frog!).

Remus, ever the cocoa-based purist, grumbles at the lack of dark chocolate options but (despite his insistence that classic is best) gets himself a selection of all the new flavours the shop offers.

“Aren’t you getting anything, mo réalta?” Remus squeezes his fingers lightly, just enough to underline the question. He doesn’t even hesitate before picking out extra portions of Peter and James’ favourites – old as their friendship, the accounts of them sneaking through his stash.

“Not sure I fancy anything, to be honest.” Sirius likes spice with his sweet. Burning chilli in his chocolate, sharp salt in caramel. Something to offset the saccharine before it turns insipid. Remus, inconspicuous, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, looks around to make sure nobody is looking their way and raises a piece of something to Sirius’ lips, pushes it into his mouth – fingers unyielding until Sirius accepts.

Sirius bites. It’s an orange truffle, smooth, and inside of it the silkiness of vodka. He says nothing, makes no noise. Remus doesn’t break eye contact once as he chews through the chocolate, and must see something because he nods once, satisfied, and fills up a bag with the proffered sweet.

Stars explode on Sirius’ tongue for an age, each of them a new burst of zest. The alcohol was barely anything, but he is the kind of tipsy that makes the world precise, welcoming. It only lasts a few minutes until the enchantment ends, and immediately he wants to try it again.

“Good?” Remus asks on a laugh (crinkled eyes, happy mouth).

“Amazing.”

His Moony makes a little self-satisfied noise, all contentment. A squeeze of fingers. Picks out other things Sirius is pretty sure will be just to his taste, and there is something about being known, even in this – favourite flavours, such a simple thing – that makes Sirius think yes and more and thank you.

@moon-girl88 @digital-kam @tealeavesandtrash @sweetstarryskies @alltoounwellll @hunnybeemarie @hoje--aqui @annaliza999 @hihimissamericanbi @gipitothefrog @shamelesswolfstarshipper @a-pine-cone @cosmicweeds @cocoabutterandbooks @bloodoffire @residentdisaster @shamelesswolfstarshipper @ravenwordss @prancingpony42 @themoonlovesthestars

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[radfemfessing]

A man was following me home. A man got on the same bus as me, stopped at the same stop as I did, cut through the same alleyway, serpentine across the same cars and he was close enough behind me that I could see his feet from the corner of my eye.

I stopped in front of a bike shop. There was another man outside. He kept on going straight ahead. I waited there a couple of minutes before going home.

This kind of thing had never happened to me before. I'm still shaken up about it. I fucking hate men so much . This is horrific. I live in a fucking city, not a jungle, why the fuck do I have to be alert for fucking preditors on my fucking way home. Why can't men fucking behave themselves. Why are men disgusting fucking animals. Kam.

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[marimayscarlett]

Rammstein getting ready for the new tour

Richard: holding freshly bleached chicken coat.

Flake: Die Sonne kam.

Oliver: clutching a bucket of black paint.

Till: So I went to Rewe and they had these rotisserie chickens...

Paul: They're freshwater pearls, thank you very much!

Tour manager: 🧍‍♂️

Schneider: Rocking back and forth, surrounded by bananas and drumsticks

Tour manager: ..................🧍‍♂️Have you considered taking a break after this?

Well, they did decide to take a break after it. They even sent down the little gremlin man (with his pearls!) to speak to the fans, to bring them the message first hand (which he enjoyed doing because another opportunity for him to talk a lot with in an interested audience)...

But before they took a break, they decided to make the most out of the last few moments on this tour - they wanted to make a lasting impression for the years to come, you know?

So Till went shopping again at Rewe (he left the little gremlin man outside to do some Rewe rave dancing - keeps him occupied and happy) and bought some stuff to make sure the fans are well fed 🍌 and to make his soup extra tasty - got to bring the best on the table for the loyal fans:

Flake stood in front of his closet and decided it was time to refresh his outfit a bit - being the Sonne is nice and all, but you've got to dress for the occasion of the tour end:

Richard decided to take one last close look on the guitaring of his husband colleague, to make sure everything goes smoothly... And instead of choosing addition fashion items like Flake, Richard just decided to strip down (enough coat and sleeves-time the last few years) - enough teasing and finally showing off the guns for the special occasion (do you have a permit for these sir 👮🏻‍♂️):

(left gif by @mrsfitzgerald)

Paul, still in the company of his precious pearls, decided to use the last few shows to get his hands on everything regarding his husband fellow guitarist - who knows when the next opportunity comes along? (x)

And Olli, together with Paul, even found some headware fitting his black paint, as well as a way to showcase his enthusiasm and acrobatic skills (x):

And well...Schneider decided to surround himself with something else than bananas and drumsticks for the occasion - decade long companions, to go through thick and thin together 🤍

[hand-picked-star]

The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard : Historical AU

Whispers of the heart | Chapter 17

I am not very good at writing ffs. I even read ffs very selectively. But it was an attempt of me to participate in the 13th-anniversary arshi fiesta.

The story is set in early 20th century. I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi and the story is purely fictional and has no relation to any living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Thank you notes: For this chapter I want to thank @featheredclover as she asked me to write about their London life, I got a chance to delve into their psyche and got to write about their fears and insecurities. And also like to thank my husband as I annoyed the living shit out of him by asking how did he think Arnav would react to certain questions.😂😂 and last but not the least @phuljari who inspired me to write in the first place.❤️

Chapter 17

“I’m hungry. Let’s go out to eat tonight,” Khushi suggested, as she and Arnav lounged on the sofa, both worn out from their earlier activities.

"But we need to shower first. Let's save some water, Mrs. Raizada."

Before Khushi could react, he swept her off her feet. She yelped in surprise, as his strong arms carried her towards their bathroom.

After a while, they found themselves sitting across from each other in a nearby Indian restaurant. Arnav looked at her amusedly as she ordered to her heart's content.

"Kadai paneer, tarke wale daal, sarso ka saag, rasun aur dhaniye ki chutney umm....haan jeere wale chawal, naan aur haan makhan wala naan." Then she looked at Arnav expectantly. "Don't tell me you will only have water," she teased, causing him to break into a grin.

"Order for me too."

"Ek plain naan aur daal makhni, tarke mein mirchi kam dalke, thik hain?"

Arnav took Khushi's hand across the table as the waiter went away to prepare their meal. He played with her fingers absentmindedly.

"What exactly did Lavanya tell you?" His voice was calm but curious.

"I met her at the market the other day," Khushi began, noticing the way his eyes narrowed at her words.

"In this part of the city?"

"Yes. She mentioned they have a farmhouse nearby where... you and she spent last summer together."

Arnav's eyes darkened briefly, but he remained silent, prompting her to continue.

"Then we went to a coffee shop. She said it was your favourite.... that you two frequented it last summer."

Arnav chuckled softly. "She didn't actually lie. She just omitted some crucial details."

Khushi frowned. "I don't understand."

"It’s true we were at that farmhouse last summer," her heart almost stopped at his admission. "But she conveniently left out the ten other people who were there with us as well. Every summer, Mr. Kashyap invites his apprentices to spend a week at his farmhouse with him and his family before the vacation."

"And as for the coffee shop," Arnav continued, "we used to go there as a group every evening during our stay at the farmhouse. It's just an okayish place, nothing special. That you already know since you've been there."

A silence fell between them as they both absorbed the situation, each lost in their own thoughts. The bustling energy of the restaurant faded into the background as they reflected on their conversation. The clinking of dishes and the murmur of other diners became a distant hum. Arnav’s fingers, still gently caressing hers, seemed to hold a comforting warmth, while Khushi’s gaze lingered on him, curious to know more.

"Did Mr. Kashyap give you the proposal that summer?"

"Yes," Arnav replied thoughtfully. "I actually know Lavanya from university. She was my junior but we were in the same debate group... and as time went on, our social circles began to overlap. One of my friends back then suggested I should pursue Lavanya. At the time, I wasn't actually looking for any distraction. I had this one-track mind to finish the course as soon as possible and go home. After graduation, I started my apprenticeship...I didn’t really see her again until last summer when she began attending the Inns of Court parties."

It was as if Khushi’s curiosity was increasing exponentially. She wanted to know so much more but didn’t want to ruin their evening. Still, she decided to let her heart take control and ask him everything she needed to know to find peace.

"Why didn't you marry her?"

"Because I was in love with someone else."

Khushi simply nodded, her lips forming a surprised 'o' as a rush of thoughts and emotions swirled in her mind. She wasn’t sure how to respond, the weight of his words hanging heavily between them.

"You see, Khushi, the summer before that, I kissed a very drunk girl who might not have been in her right consciousness, but she stole all of my senses....that beautiful girl gave me countless sleepless nights."

Her eyes held a playful accusation as she gazed at him, noticing the smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.

"Is that all?" Arnav asked. He had no desire to linger on this subject any longer.

Khushi hesitated and then blurted out, "How did she know about the scar on your left thigh?"

A deep furrow appeared between his eyebrows as he gazed at Khushi, the corners of his mouth set in a hard line. He sighed, "She took it too far, didn't she?"

After a brief pause, he said, "She was there when it happened. There's a lake nearby, and we all went fishing one afternoon. We found an old boat, and I cut my thigh on a sharp edge when we tried to get on it."

Arnav’s mind drifted to that day, recalling how Lavanya had insisted on dressing his wound. David rescued him by taking charge of the dressing himself, though he never missed a chance to remind Arnav of his favour.

Khushi felt a cloak of mortification settle over her. Her downcast eyes were fixed on his finger gently caressing her palm.

"She didn't actually lie about the scar too, I guess. She just said she would have an identical scar on her thigh like you. It was me who assumed the worst."

"That's exactly what she wanted you to assume. Don't feel bad about that." he chuckled humorlessly.

Khushi felt her cheeks burn. She felt utterly embarrassed for being fooled like that. She blinked a few times to clear the blurriness from her eyes. Arnav took her hand in his and gently tugged it, urging her to look at him.

"Hey, don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Fold in on yourself. You need to talk about what's bothering you, Khushi. Don't let it fester in your mind." He sighed, "You used to share everything with me. Now you don't. Did I do something wrong?"

"No," she replied with an embarrassed smile. "I've dumped so many pointless conversations on you over the years. You probably need a break. I don't want you to run away, scared by my ramblings."

He looked at her with an unreadable expression. His eyes softened, and his face transformed into the expression she adored—a look that made him a hundred times more handsome than usual.

"You aren't going to lose me, Khushi."

A lone tear escaped her eye as she gazed at the beautiful face of the man who had become her whole world. She longed for him to want her for the rest of his life, and only her. She wished these caramel-brown eyes would look at her as if she were his entire universe. She wanted him to dream only of her and to feel as if he would crumble into pieces if she ever stopped loving him. Because that’s how she felt about him, and she yearned for him to feel the same way.

"You have no idea how deeply I feel for you."

"I love you too, Mrs. Raizada."

"You mean comparing a small tree to an entire forest?" she said with a teasing smile as she brushed her tear away.

"A small tree, Mrs. Raizada? You could have at least compared it to a garden. You've just wounded me," he replied, feigning pain. Khushi broke into a fit of giggles, her laughter filling the space between them.

Their moment was interrupted when the waiter arrived with their food. Once the server left, Arnav’s eyes smoldered as he asked, "Do you really think it’s just a small tree?"

"I was just teasing you," she said with a soft smile. "Most of the time, I feel it's at least a small forest—except when I'm being a bit 'sanki'." She winked at him as she dug in.

As they stepped out of the restaurant after dinner, the chilling wind of London swept around them. It was noticeably colder than it had been all year. Arnav helped Khushi put on her scarf and coat, his movements gentle and attentive as he wrapped the fabric snugly around her. Khushi shivered despite the layers and rubbed her hands together. She edged closer to Arnav as they walked down the dimly lit streets.

"Why haven’t you brought your gloves?" Arnav scolded gently.

Before Khushi could respond, Arnav removed his left glove and handed it to her. She took it without thinking and blinked down at it.

"Put it on," he urged, coming to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Khushi slid the glove onto her hand. It was too large for her, but it still retained the warmth of his skin. Once her hand was covered, Arnav intertwined their gloved fingers and slipped his bare hand into his coat pocket, guiding Khushi to place her bare hand into her own pocket. As they walked hand in hand through the chilly night, a serene calm settled over them.

"Can I ask you a question?" Khushi said, tugging on his hand to get his attention.

"Mm-hmm."

"Why did you fall in love with me?"

"Um...because you kissed the hell out of me."

"Arnav, I’m serious," Khushi whined.

"What? I had dreamed about our first kiss for almost two years. Why can’t that be a valid reason?"

"You are impossible." Amusement and mirth sparkled in her eyes. "You know, I spent a lot of time last summer imagining what kind of person you would fall in love with one day."

"And?"

"I drew up a picture in my mind, you know, kind of like a blueprint."

"And It didn’t match you at all, did it?" he chuckled.

Surprised, Khushi looked at him and averted her eyes to look ahead.

"What was she like?"

"Strong, independent, smart," she whispered in the air, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the wind.

Arnav fell silent, his gaze thoughtful as he seemed lost in his own thoughts. Khushi watched him intently and wondered what he might be thinking, the pause stretching between them as she waited for him to speak.

"You’re right," he finally said. "That’s totally my type. And I got lucky to find someone who happens to give the best kisses as well." He leaned in to steal a kiss, muffling her protest. Straightening up, Khushi shot him a glare, but he just smiled and began walking, pulling her along with him.

"Buaji thik kehti hain, sanki ho tum. You are really mad." he said shaking his head. "That's why Lavanya unnerves you so much, isn't it? I won’t deny that she does have her own qualities, but I refuse to let you believe you're anything less."

"Come on, I know who I am," her voice so small.

"You don’t give yourself enough credit, do you?"

"What have I done in my life that makes you think I’m all of those things?"

He stopped walking and turned her to face him. "I’m not good with words, Khushi, but I want you to know that I’ve always admired your strength, even as a kid. You’ve even inspired me to keep going at times......and it absolutely breaks my heart to know that you see yourself as the total opposite."

He held her gaze and continued, "You chose to live, Khushi. You chose to love." She broke eye contact and looked over his shoulder. He gently tugged her hands to draw her closer to meet his gaze again. Reluctantly, she turned her eyes back to his, but they remained guarded.

"I am sure It took immense strength to keep going when all you wanted was to curl up and disappear. Yet, you gave life a second chance. Loving chachu and chachi as deeply as you loved your own parents wasn't easy, but you did it. You chose to find happiness with your new family..... Despite the bitterness of your past, you've held on to your inner child." He gave her a soft smile as her eyes shone, held captive by his gaze. "Now, look at yourself. You've grown into a kind, gentle and strong human being. And that’s truly remarkable, I think."

"And let’s not forget 'sexy,' too," He added under his breath, causing Khushi to let out a teary laugh.

As these two souls stood still, oblivious to the people and the chilly wind around them, they sought to uncover treasures in each other’s gaze. A slow smile ghosted over Khushi’s lips.

"You seem pretty good with words to me." Her eyes sparkled in the street lights as she said accussingly, "But you still didn't answer my question."

His lips curved into the half-smile Khushi loved so much as he kissed the tip of her nose, which was turning red from the cold. "You are my blueprint, Khushi."

"Come on, I don’t want to freeze to death," Arnav said, dragging her along as she giggled. The echos of her laughter danced in the cold wind.

As they neared their house, Khushi gently pulled a somewhat reluctant Arnav toward her favourite bench. The quiet of the neighbourhood seemed to invite a moment of stillness. Khushi settled comfortably against him, resting her head on his shoulder. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes and took in the serene surroundings—the faint rustling of leaves, the distant hum of the city, and the gentle embrace of Arnav beside her. The world seemed to pause for a moment, and she savoured the peace and warmth of the simple, shared tranquillity.

“Mujhe yeh bohot accha lag raha hai,” Khushi said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Kya?” Arnav asked, turning slightly to look at her.

“Yeh—ap, hum, aur hamari choti si duniya,” she replied, a gentle smile playing on her lips. The warmth in her words wrapped around them like a cozy blanket.

Smiling, he pressed his cheek against her head.The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble.

“Do you remember me as a child, like before my parents died?” Khushi asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

“Yeah, I do. you were like a tiny human being. It’s amazing how something so small could be so annoying,” Arnav said with twinkling eyes.

She shoved him playfully, and they both laughed, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night.

“I don’t remember much,” Arnav admitted after a bit, his tone turning nostalgic. “But I do remember you being a very happy kid.”

Arnav chuckled as a specific memory came to mind. “One time, we went to your haveli during Diwali. You were stuffing your face with jalebis. I asked you for one, and do you know what you did?”

Khushi shook her head.

"You stuck your tongue out at me and told me to lick your fingers,” Arnav continued, laughing at the recollection. “Even then, you were obsessed with me.”

Khushi rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. To emphasize her mock annoyance, she stuck her tongue out at him just like she did back then.

Without missing a beat, he gently grabbed her by the neck and kissed her sweetly. The kiss was soft and lingering.

As they pulled apart, the first droplets of rain began to fall, turning into a light drizzle. Arnav looked up at the sky, then back at Khushi. He momentarily got stuck in that moment. She looked so beautiful, so serene, it stole his breath. Her hair, escaping from her scarf and slightly tousled from their kiss, framed her face beautifully. The soft glow of the streetlights cast a gentle light on her features, making her eyes sparkle like stars. Her lips, still curved in a tender smile, were slightly flushed, and her cheeks had a rosy tint from the cold, with rain droplets catching in her eyelashes and glistening like tiny jewels.

Reluctantly, they hurried towards the house hand in hand, his eyes never leaving hers. The drizzle quickly transformed into a heavy downpour, the rain creating a symphony of splashing water around them. They barely made it inside before the rain came down in full force, drenching the world outside.

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@featheredclover @arshifiesta @phuljari

[hi-avathisside]

Mummy ke saath market jaana aur shopping karke aana therapy se kam hai kya ? 🥹🥹❤️🤌🏻✨️

[eminsunnytoons123]

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Heres more infos of the characters of "class of 3000: back to the SING!" Part 4:

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1st: Bianca

29-30 years old|Lesbian 🧡💛🤍🩷💖 and intersex 💛💜💛|personalities: peaceful, calm, kind, sassy, sometimes sarcastic, friendly and polite

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- she often acts like a older sister towards Cheddar man since they interact a lot

- she is Mila's girlfriend, and she confessed her love to her in the pilot of "co3k: back to the SING" and even cheddar man confessed his love to Sunny in the pilot

- she and cheddar man are both the only characters in the reboot to be intersex

- just like her shop, she aswell smells like burnt pumpkins and honeysuckle

- Bianca is Jan's and Madison's cousin, and she cares for them both a lot, especially Madison

- just like in the original Show, she sometimes mis-spells the names and last names of some in the reboot, especially Sunny's last name

- Bianca often forgets that Sunny is allergic to oranges, for example, in the episode: "Hissy Kitty", she nearly gave Sunny orange juice and she told him: "but wait, you got some orange colors on you, Sunny? How come you're not allergic to that?" And she meant Sunny's sun earrings and some sun patterns on his clothes

2nd: Mr yin and Mr Min

Theyre both 1726 years old (in their Immortal years) and uncanonly 35 years old|both are asexuals 🖤🩶🤍💜|Mr Yin: Sassy, sneaky, sarcastic and sometimes arrogant|Mr Min: sassy, sometimes clueless and kinda dumb-founded, and sarcastic

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- theyre both twin Brothers in this reboot, even tho it wasnt and never would be confirmed if they were Brothers in the original class of 3000

- in their humanized forms, Mr Yin is white-skinned and Mr Min is black-skinned due to their voice actors

- Mr Yin and Mr Min are both medusas in the reboot, and like deuce gorgon from Monster high and more medusas from different cartoons, they have sunglasses to avoid stone-ing people

- these two are often called "idiotic snake minions" by Big D because they do often act like idiots in the reboot when theyre around Big D and since they work for him

- when they get Big D annoyed by them, he then gets them to the mirror and he takes off their sunglasses so they stone themselves

- when Mr Yin and Mr Min stone others, they wont be stoned for so long, only for a few minutes and they go back to normal

3rd: Kaylie and Mackenzie

First Kaylie,

13 years old|Lesbian 🧡💛🤍🩷💖|personalities: kinda tomboyish, sassy, kinda arrogant, envious, sometimes sarcastic, critical, braggarting and bossy

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- she is Mackenzie's girlfriend, and she loves her, A LOT. They still act like besties, but theyre still girlfriends

- she and Mackenzie are something like Sal minella and Johnny fiama from the muppets since Kaylie sometimes tries to make Mackenzie avoid flirting with other boys or girls

- Like Jared, Kaylie and Mackenzie are both the most cool and popular girls in school, and theyre both called as "cool kitties"

- Kaylie and Mackenzie often make fun of Sunny's students (even Sunny), but theyre sometimes Nice to them, for example, Kaylie once called Madison a "sweetie"

- She really dislikes Tamika just like how Mackenzie does, but she can sometimes call her a flirty nickname when she feels in a mood to be Nice to her and Lil' D, Madison, Philly Phil, Eddie, Kim and Kam, even Sunny

- She and Mackenzie are even besties with Tanya, they dont mind her attitude since she doesnt so that attitude a lot around them

Second Mackenzie,

14 years old|Bisexual|Personalities: sassy, flirty, sarcastic, sometimes arrogant, envious, bossy, braggarting, critical, greedy, and mocking

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- She is Kaylie's girlfriend, and she loves her a lot just like how Kaylie does

- Mackenzie often finds Kaylie's protection for her adorable and cute

- like Kaylie, them both are often rude to Sunny's students, even Sunny included and others in the reboot cast, but she sometimes calls Sunny's students (Lil' D, Madison, Philly Phil, Tamika, Eddie, Kim and Kam) either "dears" or "sweeties"

- her nationality is french just like cheddar man, theyre both french in the reboot

- she is the only oldest girl teenager between the kids

- she likes doing nails and even painting them, and she even likes doing hairstyles

- she and Kaylie even like gossiping about others and talking about girly stuff

4th: Tanya

13 years old|Lesbian 🧡💛🤍🩷💖|personalities: rude, arrogant, stubborn, bratty, whiny, bossy, braggarting, kinda narcissistic, and snooty

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- Tanya often sees Mila as her mama just like how Sunny's students see Sunny as their dad and Salieri's students see Salieri as their dad, but Tanya will often beneven whiny towards Mila

- everyone in the reboot cast often annoy her and she is very short-tempered, she is kinda like Miss Piggy due to her short-tempered personality, but she gets along with Kaylie and Mackenzie

- whenever Tanya doesnt get what she wants or when she gets mad, she throws a RAGE fit and she immediately whines to Mila

- she is actually in the reboot good at dancing, but she sometimes makes some mistakes and Mila still often gets bad luck

- she is Jared's little sister, and she often finds Jared annoying, but they still get along since they both have similar personalities, and Mila acts like a mama towards them two

- Tanya often likes talking about herself and how much she is talented, and she likes showing off, especially on the stage

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Heres finally the part 4 of the characters infos of "class of 3000: back to the SING!", I still gotta make two or three more parts, and I can finally start the pilot and the reboot =^_^=

And this is a treat for @aquamarine-dream-queen @ducktopia90264 @iggyguyy @moshywoosh @classywinnerpeace @moonlightrosebud2000 @ghostytoasty726 @avaford2009 @dayzsac224 @peaceforpeople @fancytigercupcake @nightkit92 @oxxjustfrankieandmikuloverxxo and all my other loved ones in my tumblr family that always love me and support my work but even bring me sincere Joy and happiness, and I'll always love them all and support them and their work but even Bring them Joy And happiness =^/////////^= 🩷💛🧡💜❤️🩵💖💙💞

But this is even for all other class of 3000 fans here on tumblr and outside of tumblr =^.^= 💖

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Hrn

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oh shit I forgot about the lotr viewings :( I literally have hardly left my apartment in weeks.

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My heart keeps on

pairing: na kamden x secret s/o reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canonverse  (finale), angst ish, fluff

tw/tags: long distance relationship, very emo in general, a lot of tears LIKE A LOT, you surprise kamden twice, citing ep 12 as my ref for all this, kinda secret relationship, realities of dating a trainee/idol, reunions so more emo, cuddles, cheek kissing, using a pic as a page break, yes the title is fr kam’s rap in switch ty for noticing 💜

wc: 2178

summary: kamden hasn’t seen you in over a year. you surprise him.

a/n this was supposed to be a gift fic for 101 followers but y'all are 200 now 😭😱 omg so thanks so much for supporting my little blog!!! I know this took a little longer than expected so thanks so much for patiently waiting! 💜Special thanks to the anon who sent me an ask about missing kamden and especially to @seok02 for giving me the motivation to finish this fic and kinda just helping me with the overall process 💜💜💜

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���Star Creator, we always thank you and love you!”

They wrap up the pajama party livestream, thanking the staff and staying to chat as the cameras are switched off. (Or so they think, lol)

“The vibe was pretty good,” Kamden tells Matthew. The other boy agreeing instantly.

“I think we were able to show new sides of ourselves.”

Suddenly the staff play a recording, surprising them all. It’s video messages from Star creators all over the world for them to watch. Kamden grabs a fluffy pillow as he watches everyone slowly get emotional. Seungeon cries. Zhang Hao cries. Yujin cries. Almost everyone is crying. 

Kamden gets a message from a fan in Norway, which is pretty cool. Then, something he never expected happens. He recognises your voice before he even realises it’s you.

“Kamden, annyeong~”

The pillow falls off his lap.

It’s you. It’s really you. You who he hasn’t been able to video call in a few days because of practice and your schedule and the time difference. He almost calls out your name but it sits tight in his throat, unable to reach you. 

You’re on screen, wearing one of the shirts you’ve stolen from him, holding onto the plushie he bought for you at that silly little shop after you insisted it looked like him. God, he hasn’t seen you in over a year.

“Dude, you okay?” Jay asks him softly.

He must look like an idiot, eyes blown wide, mouth slightly open, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth.

“I’ve been watching Boy’s Planet since the teasers were released. And you’ve always been my favourite.”

Kamden knows. You’ve been spamming your chat with him with all these little clips from the PR videos to the behind the scenes footage. Screenshots of you voting for him on the Mnet+ app, comments you’ve left on his fancam videos, even the funny memes you found of him on Twitter all greet him when he opens his phone after practice.

Hope my favourite trainee is doing well and staying healthy! Take care of yourself and know I’m always rooting for you! I love and miss you so much! Hoping for your debut!

Your messages are his favourite. And speaking of:

“I’ve made a little compilation of photos right here. I hope you like how I decorated them, I really tried my best~”

All the trainees ooh and ahh over the handmade album you bring up to the screen compiled with photos of him from the program and cute little notes and stickers. Kamden can’t move, can’t talk. 

Because that’s your album, the one you had insisted on starting when he and you began dating. He knows that if you flipped to the other pages, it would be full of photos of both of you, dates, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, awards that either of you might have won, events that were important to you or him or both of you, everything carefully labelled. It was one of your favourite things to print out all the photos and he’d help you decorate them.

He can’t believe you kept that up after he left for Korea.

“You’ve stood out to me in every performance. You’re so talented and so many people are cheering you on so please remember to have confidence in yourself.” Your voice wavers a little towards the end of the sentence and as slight as it is, he catches that. He knows you.

Kamden only registers the wetness on his cheeks when the tears are already going, fast and furious. He reaches up, trying to dab them away gently with his sleeve. On screen, you blink rapidly and he knows you’re trying your best not to cry either. Even thousands of miles away, on a video you probably recorded weeks ago, you and him are still in sync. Maybe the rest of the trainees don’t see it but he does. Of course he does.

“I hope you take care of yourself always. Make sure to eat enough and get enough rest. I’ll be voting for you everyday so just do your best in practice and performing and us Star Creators will take care of the rest. We’ll support you so you can achieve your dream of debuting~”

To everyone else, you were just a particularly supportive fan. But to Kamden, you were his person, the one he was devoted to and he can’t help it, sobbing a little into his sleeve. Several pats on the back as the other trainees around him try to comfort him. He can’t help but cry even more. Why were you so far away? Why couldn’t you be here where he could hug you and kiss you and just be with you?

“Na Kamden hwaiting! Saranghae~”

That’s it. He turns and buries his face fully into his hands as if doing that would soak up all the tears that won’t stop coming. Matthew and Jay have scooted over, voices overlapping as they rub his shoulders and back and ask what’s wrong. Even Zhang Hao’s hovering a little on the side, equally concerned.

Maybe he’ll say something later, when there are no mics and no cameras. He’s been training for years and you’ve both agreed that in a career like the one he aspires to get into, keeping it quiet would be the best. Idols don’t date. Idols don’t have a significant other in a whole other country that they call when they can find free time. Even when it comes to casual conversation where there isn’t a camera directly trained on them, Kamden just doesn’t say anything.

They do ask him later. And when he says you’re a close friend he hasn’t seen in awhile, their faces light up in recognition. He leaves it at that.

You walk into the arena with a little trepidation. 

It’s all been a blur. Packing your things, flying to Korea, meeting up with Kamden’s mom and brother who have been kind enough to get you a ticket pass for the family section. Of course, he has no idea you’re even here.

You’re quite a bit more nervous about surprising him than you thought. While you’d give anything to see him again, it was a little risky in such a public venue with so many people watching and cameras everywhere filming almost any angle. Maybe you can be discreet enough if you do break down but Kamden’s on stage, the spotlights bright and on him. Fans are probably filming him on their own devices.

At this point, you’ll just have to trust your boyfriend to keep his reactions to a believable level. You don’t stand too close to his family, trying to keep your distance but also staying near enough that you’d be in the same general direction if Kamden glanced your way.

You end up on the side, along with a few other people who seem to be dressed as discreetly as you, masks on too. The looks you exchange seem to come to a general understanding of why you’re all here and who you’re here for.

Kamden doesn’t notice you when the Top 18 first file in. You don’t expect him to but you see him though. There’s a growing knot in your stomach, emotions welling up from actually seeing him not through a screen but so close that you could walk on stage and touch him. You don’t do that, of course. But still, he’s so near that it almost hurts not being able to throw yourself into his arms for a hug.

You’ve wanted this so much, especially after more than a year of not seeing him. But right now, you feel frozen. You only watch as they start getting into positions for the signal song. Fans are cheering, even the family members and friends of the trainees are calling out words of support. Still, your voice sticks to your throat, as much as you want to shout out, something keeps you from doing it.

Good thing Kamden’s brother does it for you. It probably surprises you and his mom more than it should but who can blame you when he almost never does that? Kamden’s surprised too, maybe it’s a twin thing but he immediately stands up straighter looking for where his brother’s voice is coming from.

And then he sees you.

His eyes meet yours and they widen considerably. His mouth even drops open a little. You’re smiling so much and you’re sure it shows from how your eyes crinkle, just a little glossy. But you’re not going to cry just yet. Instead, you wave at him. He can’t do much more than give a little wave back before they seem to be ready to start filming. 

Suddenly, your heart feels just a little lighter. You step back and watch him dance the signal song. You’ve seen him do it a thousand times, every time you stream his video. It feels so surreal, being able to see it like this, right in front of you. When the song ends, you see his eyes flick back in your direction, searching for your face. When he finds it, his expression brightens.

It’s amazing, watching someone you love do what they love. Sure, you’ve seen Kamden dance, you’ve gotten him to sing and even rap for you a little before. But it’s different with the stage and the lights and the crowd and he looks so comfortable there. You laugh when you see the Jelly Pop teaser, maybe you’ll get him to wear that dress again, just so you can get photos. The final song is almost bittersweet and you try your best but a few tears do slip out.

He’s messaged you about barely making it to the finale, you’ve monitored the program, watched his rank. You both know his chances are slim. But they’re possible. Still, he’s told you that he’s prepared for the equal possibility of not debuting. His company should have plans, he assured you. You watch him walk over to every one of his fellow trainees who’ve made it to debut, offering hugs and congratulating them. And as the number of spots dwindle, you keep your hopes up but you begin to accept it as well.

By the time they’ve called third, you watch as he walks over to Matthew, one of the trainees he’s closest with from what he’s told you. Maybe he lingers a little longer. Maybe you catch his eyes as he looks over. Hwaiting! You mouth, shaking your fists a little in encouragement. The emotions are swirling inside you. When the camera pans over to him, he’s teary eyed, covering his face the way he always does when he gets like that. You can’t help it. The emotions are starting to spill over and you breathe between the occasional tears.

After they announce the ninth place, everything suddenly starts moving so fast and so slow. They wrap up filming. The audience begins to file out. The cameras switch off one by one. You go backstage.

When he walks in, mic gone, still in that uniform that you keep teasing about, you don’t hold back. His arms wrap around you and you fall into him, holding him so tightly you wish you didn’t need to let go. And then both of you start crying.

“I missed you so much, Kam.” You’re holding onto the fabric of his jacket, gripping at it so desperately you’re almost afraid it might rip.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He manages, his head somehow buried on your shoulder, tears soaking the cloth of your shirt.

“Surprise?” It comes out weak, a little shaky as you both laugh brokenly through your sobs.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He holds you even tighter, like he’s afraid you might fade into thin air.

“I’ll be here for a while.” You tell him. “I wish I could’ve come sooner but-”

“It’s okay seriously, you’re here now.” If he squeezes you anymore, you feel like your heart might burst. “I’m so happy to see you.”

He goes back with you. There’s few brief introductions to Jay and Matthew and a few other trainees he’s grown close with, nudges and knowing looks and raised eyebrows. But it’s nothing to stress about, you manage to make it back under the radar.

You feel him watching you as you grab a few more things from your suitcase after both of you have showered and you’re wearing another one of his old shirts. Before you know it, your legs are tangled together, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands intertwined. 

“I don’t want to sleep,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to wake up and find out this is a dream and you aren’t here.”

“You aren’t dreaming, Kam.” You reassure him, lifting your head to kiss his cheek. Even in the privacy of this room, he blushes.

“Even if I didn’t make it, at least I have you.”

“You do, Kam. You always do.” And you know he will make it, one day.

[sunnytoonsproductions]

Ever since I've saw a drawing here in which Li'l D and the other six represent deadly sins...

Here's my explanations on why they represent those deadly sins:

Li'l D as envy - Li'l D represents envy because in the original show (but even now in the 'back to the SING!' reboot), he's always seen as if he wants to be just like hero and idol (adopted father in the reboot) Sunny, to be as amazing as him.

Madison as lust - Madison represents lust because she constantly in the original show (even in the 'back to the SING!' reboot), she seemingly just loves everyone no matter what, even if they're the antagonists, she still loves them all.

Philly Phil as gluttony - Philly Phil represents gluttony because in the original show (yet again, even in the 'back to the SING!' reboot), he's often seen eating any kind of food, ESPECIALLY chocolate. But as one example of the other food part, in the episode "the devil and li'l D", he just eats the kinda awful looking popcorn, and in that same episode, he eats half of Sunny's cake without asking.

Tamika as wrath - Tamika represents wrath because in the original show (and the 'back to the SING!' reboot), she has extreme anger and will literally get mad at everyone, for example: in the episode "tamika and the beast", she got very mad at the people in the shop when she was kinda lovey-dovey with Beast.

Eddie as greed - Eddie represents greed because in the original show (and in the 'back to the SING!' reboot), he is often seen being greedy because of how rich he is.

Kim as sloth - I... Honestly don't know how is Kim representing sloth... But if y'all have explanations, tell me in the replies, but mostly reblogs!

Kam as pride - Kam represents pride because in the original show (and the 'back to the SING!' reboot), he is often seen bragging about how he's the most mature and smartest in the group and the show.

And those are my explanations! And I even honestly wanna see Jessii Vee making a video about class of 3000... Even lazytown and happy appy! 0.0

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Dunes & Waters, part 26

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“We need to go to Lycopolis,” Sirius says, “maybe the British left something there. The Box must have a key, there’s always one somewhere.”

It’s a week until the full moon. Remus already feels it pulling at the edges of him. Wants to cocoon himself in bed with a nest of blankets and warmth, to tell Sirius next week, please, but he can’t. Sirius is already gracious enough not running away screaming. Remus won’t put the setbacks of his conditions on him as well.

Not when he’s already keeping him from his family.

Remus didn’t really consider that, before. Should have, probably, because most people have someone that waits for them. A parent or a brother or a best friend – and Sirius has them all, of course he does, the person he is. (Wonderful, caring, charming.) and he’d told Remus, at the very beginning, he said I miss my family but somehow the meaning of it didn’t really hit.

It is a fear, a violation, to be found out through the Registry like he was, but can he begrudge the Potters? No. One of their own was off in a foreign country, being kept in that foreign country, even once they got him free. Of course they’d want to know who it was, doing the keeping.

There’s a young bell boy at the hotel they trust not to say anything about Ziggy (because he hasn’t, the many times he’s seen him). Remus gives him payment – or a bribe – to feed the cat the two days they’ll be gone. They pack lightly.

Segin al-Kom is three Apparition jumps north from where they were in Aswan. The very heart of the Nile Delta, it’s surrounded by a shock of green fields cultivated at the sites of the annual flood. It’s a living connection to history – the same land and the same water, cyclically allowing for life to grow, since before Osiris was worshipped here.

They find a small hotel. They arrive early, so the room won’t be ready for a few hours, but the concierge lets them leave their bags there ahead of time so they can travel unburdened.

Sirius takes a look at Remus, and insist they go to eat first. He buys a book of crosswords from the hotel shop (“I need my routine, Remus!”). Seems to be into them more than Remus is by now, and getting better too.

It’s more joy watching him solve them than Remus ever felt doing them alone. (It’s better to smell tea when Sirius drinks it, to see sunlight change shapes with passing time if it falls on his hair, to eat sticky-sweet pastries when Sirius eats them, too.)

The Museum is small, as they tend to be in places the British had stripped of all their historical artefacts. It’s run by muggles, without a Wizarding counterpart. Remus is a bit worried about that – had they had an in, Kingsley could always get them into the back rooms, the storage, the hidden things not presented to the general public. He hopes his Oxford university credentials are enough to get them some leeway.

NEXT PART

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