#mono-burger boy

[km-kindredspirits]

How my adventures with BTS began.

Some time in 2015, I saw the Dope MV. I actually ended the MV mid way through because the song was not my cup of tea. Even now, Dope is one of my least favorite BTS songs. Please note that I don’t dislike many of BTS songs. In fact, I like majority of BTS’ songs. This includes the solo projects, especially Mono by RM. I actually have a Moonchild tattoo on my wrist, because of his song. Dope just so happens to be my BTS introductory song. After Dope, I did not pay much attention to them; but still, I saw so many comments about BTS in YT videos unrelated to BTS. I looked them up and was super confused on why this KPOP group has so many names (BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Sonyeondan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts). Aside from Dope, this ended up being the second reason why I turned away from them. I did not think much of BTS... until June 2016.

Fast forward to June of 2016, I was watching the k variety show, “We Got Married.” One of the couples during that time consisted of comedian Jo Se-ho & kpop gg Fiestar's Cao Lu. While watching one of their episodes, I saw a bunch of comments under the videos talking about how ARMYs were gonna destroy him (I am paraphrasing here, but you know how ARMYs get when BTS are mistreated). I was super confused about why the Korean Army would care about Se Ho enough to do him harm. After reading too many comments, I realized that ARMYs were BTS’ fans. Of course, all the comments were related to the infamous burger incident. I then went to watch the clip of the burger incident and was appalled by the actions of Se Ho and some of the other cast members. On the flip side, this made me interested in Jungkook. I wanted to know more about him and what made him so beloved by so many fans. 

This lead me to look up BTS MVs. One of the first MVs that popped up was actually a violin cover of Save Me by Youtuber JuNCurryAhn. After watching the cover and loving it, I knew I needed to listen to the original song. I watched the Save Me MV and was blown away by the song AND the MV. At that time, I knew NOTHING about BTS and was actually unsure which member was Jungkook. I guessed correctly but had to do a lot of comparing his visual from Save Me to the variety clip haha. Because I loved Save Me, I looked up their other MVs and the next song I listened to was I NEED U. I also really liked that song, so I moved on the RUN. After RUN, I was sold and the rest is history. I never knew that KPOP songs can be this palatable, easy on the ears, and lovely! Since that fateful day, I have never looked back.  

I actually grew up on 1st generation KPOP (H.O.T.; Shinhwa; S.E.S.; Baby VOX; Finkl; etc...), so KPOP is not new to me. In fact, as a preteen, I would watch my sister practice KPOP choreographies. After 1st gen, I stopped listening to KPOP for a long while. I knew about Big Bang and DBSK but did not care about KPOP during that time. I liked Run Devil Run by SNSD, but that was the extent of my interest in KPOP. I consumed mostly American music, although I thoroughly enjoyed Asian dramas (Taiwanese, Thai, and Korean) and listened to lots of OSTs from my favorite dramas. I still love watching dramas including American shows. 

A little more about me, I have a bit of an addictive personality. Once I like something, I tend to devote a lot of my time to it. If I like a song, I listen to it until I am tired of it. I prefer to binge watch shows versus watching new episodes each week. For example, I LOVED Vic Zhou due to Boys Before Flowers and Mars dramas, so I would look up his pictures online. At that time, Youtube was new so there was no videos of him that I can watch. To this day, Mars is still one of my favorite dramas ever. Because of my tendencies, I knew that once I go down the rabbit hole of BTS, I was never coming back out.

After watching the three BTS MVs mentioned above, I spent the next two days looking up everything I can about this group. I literally pulled allnighters because I was so intrigued by them. Side note: I am a night owl (hence the tattoo Moonchild), so this was not something difficult to do. When I learned that they use Twitter, I decided to follow them on there as well. I originally created my Twitter account in June of 2012 (June seems to be a lucky month for me), but abandoned it until my BTS era. Since then, I have not stopped loving and following BTS. They are so special and precious to me. 

Summer of ‘16 was actually the summer before I started the Masters program, so finding BTS during that summer was both a blessing and a curse. I was frequently distracted in school; however, BTS also motivated me to get through the 2 year program, so that I can get a decent paying job and buy all the merch I want! That was my driving force to get through the program LOL. This is a joke, but also not a joke :’). I did end up graduating from the program and getting a decent paying job, so I am doing okay in the merch buying department haha. 

Fast forward now to present day, I have been an ARMY for 6.5 years. If I tell people that becoming a fan of BTS is one of the best decisions of my life, some may say that that is strange or ridiculous or stupid or whatever, but it is the simple truth. BTS are not only artists, they are mentors, friends, family, leaders, trailblazers, teachers, and champions. BTS impact lives in ways that I think even they cannot fully comprehend. BTS make the impossible possible for themselves, which shows their fans that they are the makers of their own destiny.  Like RM once said, ARMY is not pushing BTS from behind, but instead, are walking with them side by side as they climb the mountain. If I can say one thing to BTS, it would be this, “I recognize that the love and trust between us is delicate and rare. I treasure this gift with tenderness and care. Your vulnerability and sincerity are fully felt by us. I have loved the adventures that we have experienced together thus far, and am so excited for all that is yet to come. I will wait patiently for the day that I meet the seven of you together again. Forever, I thank you.”

P.S. I don’t know if anyone will read this post, but if you did, thank you. I hope to learn about your journey with BTS as well.

[zombeegutz]

I present to thee: Mono-Burger Boy

not pictured: me absolutely losing my shit every time i zoomed out to make sure this cursed motherfucker looked right

[theyearoftheking]

Book Forty-One: Wizard and Glass

“His heart had been broken. And now, all these years later, it seemed to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended.” 

It was 1997 (you know, like 20 years ago) and I walked into my local bookshop (that would later employ me); and found this beautiful, pink, dreamy looking book on the new release shelf. Yes! Another Dark Tower book was released! I took Wizard and Glass on vacation to Maine with me, and my seventeen year-old, romantic self immediately fell in love with it. 

Like, hard, all consuming love.

 It still might be my favorite book in the series, even if I am a hardened old lady now. I’m more Rhea of the Coos than Susan  Delgado. Okay, maybe no... But this book is timeless. And I love the fact I still have my original copy of it... first edition, bitches!!!! As you can see, it’s well-loved and timeworn. But I love coming back to it. 

So, there was a six year gap between The Wastelands and Wizard and Glass. And the story picks right up where it left off: with Roland and the ka-tet stuck aboard the murderous Blaine the Mono. Blaine had challenged the ka-tet to a riddle-off; and if the ka-tet won, Blaine would not kill them. However, if they were unable to stump him, he’d continue on his suicide mission. 

Roland and Jake are busting out all their best riddles, but none of them are working. Finally, Eddie decides it’s his turn. He starts riddling some pretty awful puzzles (”Why do people go to bed?” “Because the bed won’t come to them!” “Why did the dead baby cross the road?” “Because it was stapled to the chicken!”). 

Eddie’s groan-worthy riddles melt Blaine’s mind; and the ka-tet lives to riddle another day. They emerge from the mono and find themselves in Kansas during The Stand times. They find a newspaper warning of Captain Trips; and graffiti telling them to, “Watch For The Walkin Dude!” and “All Hail the Crimson King!” 

But here’s where it gets all Dark Tower-y... it’s Kansas, and Captain Trips is a thing, but it’s an alternate version of Kansas. The baseball team is the Monarchs, the Takuro Spirit is a popular automobile, and Boing Boing Burgers is the fast food establishment of choice. Hmmm. 

So, the ka-tet picks up a new wheelchair for Susannah, and they take off turnpikin’. But there’s this strange sound... Susannah compares it to someone bending a saw back and forth. It’s a thinny. Roland has everyone tuck bullets in their ears, and continue on. But the thinny is getting to him... it reminds him of another thinny a lifetime ago. And that night when they sit around the campfire, he regales them with a story from his youth. 

Buckle up. This one is a doozy. 

So, after Roland was able to best his teacher Cort in a duel to prove his manhood, he promptly lost his virginity to a sex worker (as you do); and was then visited by his father. His father informs him that he knew all about his wife’s affair (you know, the one with his most trusted advisor... the one that caused Roland to duel in the first place). But he tells Roland he drew a shit-ton of attention to himself during his duel, and now he needs to get the hell out of Gilead, and lay low for a while. Maybe take some friends along? But not the goofy one. Spoiler: Roland totally takes the goofy one along.

So, he and his pals Alain and Cuthbert (the goofy one) set off for the Barony of Mejis where they’re going to pretend to work as inventory specialists for the Affiliation: they’re going to count every horse, fishing net, and other assorted good that could potentially be used in a war against John Farson. They’re working under assumed identities, and under the guise of boys from New Caanan who are being sent to Mejis as a form of punishment for some kind of boyhood shenanigans. 

Roland= William Dearborn

Alain= Richard Stockworth

Cuthbert= Arthur Heath

So, while the boys make themselves comfortable in the seaside and ranching town of Mejis; young Susan Delgado is off on a most torturous mission. Susan lives with her evil aunt, Cordelia, and since the death of her father, Pat, they have fallen on hard times. Cordelia has resorted to pimping Susan out for money. So, Susan is on her way to see Rhea of the Coos, the town witch to prove she’s “onnest”. Yeah... Rhea needs to feel her up, prove she’s still a virgin before she’s given to the Mayor Hart Thorin as his gilly: the girl he gets to knock up since his wife is old and barren. 

So, Rhea tears herself away from her magic, glowing pink ball (more on that later), feels Susan up, scrawls her symbol on a little strip of paper, and sends the girl on her way after hypnotizing her, and whispering something sinister in her ear. Susan all but runs from Rhea’s shack, and directly into Roland/William. 

Boom. 

Sparks.

Chemistry.

Instant love. 

But like all good lovers, they’re star crossed. Roland doesn’t understand it, he thinks they’re well met. But Susan knows she can’t mess up this gilly situation, so she tells him, “...if ye see me at Seafront- Mayor’s House- and if ye’d be my friend, see me there for the first time. As I’d see you.”

Susan is resolute in her words, but can’t help herself, and kisses Roland. 

Swoon.

Roland knows he’s got business to attend to, but he can’t get the pretty, blonde girl off his mind. So, he and the crew start introducing themselves around town, and are invited to a celebration at the mayor’s house. 

You already know. 

Roland and crew show up to Seafront, the mayor’s pad, and are introduced to all kinds of nefarious characters; including Eldred Jonas, one of the Big Coffin Hunters. The Big Coffin Hunters are nothing more than a group of guys with a blue coffin tattooed between their thumb and forefinger. 

Lame.

Of course Roland spots Susan, he finds out about her gilly situation, and during a dance he tells her, “I can be discreet, sai... As for propriety? I’m amazed you even know the word.” 

Sick burn!!! 

Later on that night, Roland is brooding about Susan (there’s a lot of brooding), while Alain and Cuthbert are out and about, and find the Big Coffin Hunters ganging up on Sheemie, a simple but sweetly loveable barkeep at the Travellers’ Rest Bar. There is a slingshot, and guns drawn, and the Big Coffin Hunters are pissed Roland and Crew ended up getting the jump on them. This causes some serious tension between the two crews. The Big Coffin Hunters get the idea that Roland and his crew are not the innocent boys they claim to be. Could they be... gunslingers? Nay! Too young... Or are they? 

Roland and Susan make up and make out (if you catch my drift); and The Big Coffin Hunters scheme. Reap Night is coming up, which is the big fall celebration in Mejis. They decide it might be fun to kill the mayor and Kimba Rimmer, his Chancellor and Minister of Inventory; and blame Roland and Crew for the murders. Bam! Immediate execution, problem solved. Oh, did I mention The Big Coffin Hunters are sneakily working for John Farson? Yeah, that’s a thing. 

Roland and Crew start noticing something is rotten in the state of Mejis... there are WAY too many horses. And oil tankers? Who needs oil tankers? And then their suspicions of support for Farson are confirmed when they find out Rhea has part of the Wizard’s Rainbow: thirteen glass balls, one for each of the Twelve Guardians of the Beam, and one that represents the nexus-point of the Beams. They’re basically magic balls that suck the user into it, and can show them things happening in the present, or the future. 

Rhea’s currently guarding the pink one, and it’s sucking the life out of her. She spends her entire day sitting and staring into it, learning about all the misdeeds of the people in Mejis. Including Susan and Roland. She even sends a cryptic note to an already suspicious Aunt Cordelia. Not good. 

So, the murders go down, and The Big Coffin Hunters leave a bird’s skull at the scene, which had been Cuthbert’s main accessory. So, Roland and Crew are arrested, Susan and Sheemie free them, and the mayor’s wife tries to get her out of town quickly. 

Meanwhile, Roland and Crew have a showdown with The Big Coffin Hunters, where Roland asks Eldred Jonas who his teacher had been. Was it Cort? Cort’s father? Jonas is rattled. But Roland and Crew kick some ass, kill The Big Coffin Hunters, blow up the oil rigs, and send most of the horses into the thinny. Deuces, Mejis! 

And... then Roland knows he’s faced with two choices: he can find Susan (currently pregnant with their baby) and live his happily ever after out in some shanty town, or he can metaphorically tip his hat to Susan, and continue on his journey for The Tower. 

Decisions, decisions...

I shouldn’t need to give you a spoiler alert. If you’ve read the other books in this series, you should know Roland is the ultimate Fuckboy: he’s heading out for that Tower. I couldn’t stop thinking of the Joni Mitchell song Case of You, “Go to him, stay with him if you can, but be prepared to bleed...”

Or in Susan’s case, burn. 

Oh, Joni Mitchell just gets me so damn good. 

So, before their untimely death, The Big Coffin Hunters had brought Rhea down from her house on the hill, telling her she needed to turn over the pink ball. She wouldn’t turn it over, but she would accompany them as its protector. In the meantime, she manages to bewitch the town, and convince them to burn Susan Delgado on reap night. Charyou tree... death for you, life for the crop... 

Susan dies on a burning pyre, screaming, “I love thee, Roland!”

Roland sees this all go down in the pink ball he steals from Eldred Jonas right before his death, and is an numb mess. He knew he and Susan were not fated to be together, but this wasn’t the end he had in mind. Honestly, not the end any of us had in mind. And every damn time I read this book, I wish it would end differently. Maybe Roland and Susan could have ended up together. Maybe baby would have made three on their search for the tower. Imagine the selfies they could have taken in front of the tower with Baby Suland. Suland: Susan and Roland... get it? Suland? Rolsan? Ok, maybe not. 

So, Roland wraps up the tale, and his crew is transfixed by the story. They ask all kinds of good follow-up questions, and keep turnpikin’. At one point, they find ruby red shoes for all of them, and end up in a strange Dark Tower/Wizard of Oz mash-up where they find the man behind the curtain is actually the Tick-Tock Man, who made it to Kansas (?) by some kind of underground network. He tries to kill them, they kill him, and then Marten appears. You know... the evil wizard. He tries to warn them off their journey towards the Beam, they refuse, and he sends them on their way with backpacks full of food. And this cute little note, “Next time I won’t leave. Renounce the Tower. This is your last warning. And have a great day!” RF

RF is of course Randall Flagg, who is the main baddie from The Stand. He wears a lot of hats, y’all. It must be a bitch keeping all his business cards straight.

So, the ka-tet continue on. The end. 

God damn, I love this book so much. It’s got it all: romance, suspense, gunfights, bad guys getting it in the end, and crossovers into the Constant Reader universe. So much good stuff. 

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 27

Total Dark Tower References: 38

Book Grade: A+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Wizard and Glass: A+

Needful Things: A+

The Green Mile: A+

Rose Madder: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

The Wastelands: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

Dolores Claiborne: A-

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Desperation: C-

Insomnia: C-

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Gerald’s Game: D

Roadwork: D

Christine: D

The Tommyknockers: D-

Next is Bag of Bones, which I haven’t read since it’s initial release. Yep, I’ve got that first edition too, bitches!! I’m 100 pages in and have caught so many references that went over my head the first time I read it. It’s fun. Stay tuned for that review very soon. 

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights, Rebecca

[eddie-boii]

Never Let You Go (part 6/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change). Language.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding. Ben’s bachelor party. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

*

“Beer?”

Eddie accepted the bottle Ben handed to him and quickly checked the ingredients and alcohol percentage as Ben handed out the rest to the others.

“Thanks, man, but I think I’m gonna cut back on the alcohol intake,” said Richie, and Eddie looked over at him in surprise; Richie was never usually one to decline alcohol no matter how much Eddie pestered him about the state of his liver.

“We’ve got lemonade?” Ben offered.

“That’ll do.”

Richie accepted the glass and leaned back in the deck chair, eyes closed contentedly, his long legs stretched out in front of him and the beams of sunlight that filtered through the wooden planks from the balcony above lighting up strands of his dark hair in streams of gold. Eddie caught himself staring and looked away quickly, accidentally making direct eye contact with Stanley who just rolled his eyes. Eddie scowled at him in return.

Ben’s bachelor party was far more subdued than Bev’s; just the guys hanging out on the back porch of Ben’s frankly massive house, watching fall leaves drift down onto the garden, their warm hues lighting up in the glow from the afternoon sun. Warmth still lingered from summer but it wasn’t sweltering, and the Losers - minus Bev - were able to lounge around in light jackets while Ben grilled burgers and hotdogs on the barbecue, the smell of charcoal mingling pleasantly with the sweet scent of the fall air.

“You know shoes were invented for a reason,” said Eddie, grimacing as Ben accidentally dropped a scolding hot sausage onto his bare foot for the second time.

“If you say that again, I’m feeding you the floor hotdogs,” said Ben. “Shoes are restrictive.”

“Also protective.”

“Those floor hotdogs sure have a lot of germs on them, Eddie. You know this is where Ember does her morning piddles.”

Eddie nearly gagged. “And you’re walking barefoot there?!”

“I pressure wash it.” Ben lifted his foot and tried to stick it in Eddie’s face. “My feet are super clean. Here, smell them.”

“I’m not sniffing your fucking foot.”

“Lick it, Eds,” said Richie. “Once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“You are both fucking disgusting,” said Eddie, shoving Ben’s foot out of the way which threw him off balance and straight into Mike’s lap.

“Christ, man, are you sure you lost weight?” Mike groaned. “I think you just broke both my legs.”

“He replaced it all with muscle,” said Stanley, leaning forward to squeeze Ben’s bicep.

“Ooh, if he gets a squeeze,” said Richie, leaning forward too.

“Nope, nope, nope, we are not doing this again,” said Ben, extracting himself from Mike’s lap. “I have burgers to cook and bicep-squeezing privileges are for Bev’s hands alone.”

“Lucky lady,” said Richie with a wink, and Eddie tried not to let his jealousy show.

“So, guys, is anyone going to tell me what actually happened last night?” said Ben. “Bev refuses to say anything.”

Eddie sank down in his chair a little, hiding his face behind the beer bottle so no one could see how red it had gotten. Richie, on the other hand, didn’t seem at all ashamed.

“Let’s see, we got drunk, hired a stripper-”

“A stripper?” Ben squawked.

“Not as hot as you, don’t worry,” said Richie, winking again. “Got more drunk, played some party games, Eddie apparently decided to fuck off and clean my house-”

“It was fucking disgusting,” Eddie protested.

“He’s always been like that,” Bill snorted. “R-remember when we all had that sleepover at mine when we were like twelve and ss-stole my mom’s chardonnay and he ended up downstairs doing laundry?”

“Oh shit, that’s right!” cried Stan, grinning gleefully. “And your mom’s face when she came home and we were all throwing up but she didn’t even get mad coz the house was so clean!”

“Drunken housemaid, that’s our Eds,” said Richie, grinning over at Eddie fondly.

“Don’t call me Eds,” Eddie grumbled, sinking lower in his chair.

“So what happened after?” said Ben, smiling warmly at his friends’ stories as he piled burgers and hotdogs into buns and passed them out on paper plates.

“Then Richie got super friendly,” said Mike.

“I cannot be held responsible for what I did when drunk!” Richie protested, mouth full of burger. God help him, Eddie even found him cute with food spilling out of his mouth.

“What did he do?” said Ben, grinning already in anticipation.

“Only tried to make out with literally everyone there,” said Stanley.

“Did he now?” said Ben, grinning even harder. “I hope you’re not trying to steal my fiance.”

“She wasn’t into it,” Richie pouted. “But if you’re feeling left out, Benny-boy…”

Richie lunged towards Ben who managed to block him just in time, holding him away with ease and laughing as Richie made kissy noises and grabby hands at him.

“Ok, ok, you can kiss my cheek,” said Ben when Richie didn’t relent. Ben turned his cheek towards him and Richie leaned in but grabbed his face at the last minute and smashed their mouths together.

“Success!” cried Richie, pulling back and raising his hands in victory while Ben wiped his mouth and tried to stop laughing. “I have now made out with every Loser!”

“You d-d-didn’t use tongue with him, it doesn’t count,” said Bill.

“Don’t you dare,” said Ben, holding his hands out in front of him defensively when Richie looked like he was about to try again. “We’ll say it counts.”

Richie held up his hands in surrender and finally sat back down. “Whatever you say, Benny-boo.”

“You know how fucking revolting that is right?” said Eddie. “You know how many diseases pass via saliva? You could get mono, you know?”

“What’s the matter, Eddie-spaghetti, are you jealous?” said Richie, turning to grin at him obnoxiously.

“No, I’m not fucking jealous,” said Eddie which was a huge fucking lie.

“You know you’re still my number one guy, Eddie Bear,” Richie cooed, pinching Eddie’s cheek until Eddie swatted his hand away. “Well, right after your mom.”

“I hate you.”

“If that’s what you wanna call it,” coughed Stan and Eddie glared at him.

By the time everyone had eaten enough food to last them the whole winter, the sun was dipping low in the sky and the air had gained a chill more reminiscent of fall, so the Losers packed up the deck chairs and headed indoors to lounge on the stylish but comfortable couches and snoop through Ben’s things.

“Holy shit, you have all my shows on DVD?” said Richie from where he was sat cross-legged on the floor, eying up Ben’s impressive film collection as Ember snoozed in his lap, something that Eddie found revoltingly cute. “Didn’t know you were such a fan.”

“They’re Bev’s, actually,” said Ben. “From back before we all remembered. She said she never actually watched them but bought them all anyway coz she just liked having them.”

“Huh, that’s so weird,” said Richie, smiling slightly as he brushed his fingers over the plastic covers of the selection.

“I’ve seen them all,” said Eddie before thinking, and Richie looked sharply up at him, eyes wide.

“You have?” he said, his mouth splitting into a very egotistical grin

“Fucking hated them,” said Eddie, which wiped the grin straight off Richie’s face. “Your jokes never felt right. Guess subconsciously I just knew they didn’t sound like yours.”

“But you still watched them all?” commented Stanley.

Eddie shot him a look to tell him to shut his mouth, then shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess some part of me just…”

“Missed me?” Richie finished, that shit-eating grin back on his face.

“Yeah, whatever, dickwad,” said Eddie. “Myra fucking hated you, for the record.”

Richie gasped dramatically. “How could she? The love of my life!”

“I thought Eddie’s mm-mom was the love of your life,” said Bill.

“Same thing.”

Eddie threw a cushion at him and Richie batted it away before it hit the dog.

“You know, I went to one of your shh-sh-shows once,” said Bill as if only just remembering. “Friend of mine d-dragged me to it.”

“Did you at least like it, Big Bill?” said Richie as he put on his most exaggerated puppy dog face.

“As much as you liked the endings of my books,” said Bill, and Richie pouted, affronted. “Nothing beats real Rich’s jokes,” Bill added, which seemed to cheer Richie up.

“Don’t inflate his ego,” said Stanley, rolling his eyes. “He’ll never shut up now.”

“You know you love me, Stan-the-man.”

“So you read Bill’s books?” Ben asked Richie. “Before we remembered?”

“Oh yeah. Got the whole set back home,” said Richie.

“I went to a signing once,” said Stanley, and Bill looked over at him in surprise. “It was like your first book and I had no idea who you were, but you were in town so I went. Had no idea why, but-”

“Part of you knew,” finished Mike. “I went to one of those book signings too.”

It was Mike’s turn to be stared at.

“Yy-you did?” said Bill.

“Couldn’t stay long or I’d start forgetting, but yeah, man,” said Mike. “You were in Maine and I couldn’t resist.”

“But I wouldn’t have-” said Bill. “I didn’t recognise you.”

“No,” said Mike. “But it’s fine, man. You all remember now, that’s what matters.”

“But you could remember the whole time,” said Ben.

“That really must have sucked, man,” said Richie.

Mike shrugged, looking a little self-conscious. “I mean… Yeah. At first, when you’d just moved out and you never replied to any of my letters, I thought… I thought maybe you just didn’t wanna talk to me anymore.”

“Shit, man,” said Bill, reaching out to squeeze Mike’s hand. “You know we would never…”

“Yeah, I know,” said Mike. “I know you guys aren’t like that. That’s when I figured it had to have something to do with It.”

“You were still all alone,” Eddie said, almost a whisper. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he remembered the Losers while they couldn’t remember him, if they were out there living their lives while he was stuck at home with his mother, never responding to messages or calls. If he saw them in person only to be met with irrecognition, their eyes passing over him blankly as though he were just another stranger. And, god, if Richie ever looked at him like that...

“It wasn’t so bad,” said Mike, smiling at them all in a clear attempt to be reassuring. “I kept track of you, watched your careers grow. I was so proud of you all… I’m glad I can tell you that now. I love you guys.”

“You better shut up before Richie starts crying,” said Stanley who seemed to be the one actually close to tears. He smiled at Mike. “Love you too, man.”

“Yeah, thanks for dragging us all back to that shithole,” said Richie, “or we wouldn’t be here now.”

“I wouldn’t be getting married,” said Ben.

“I wouldn’t be divorced,” said Eddie. “That’s a good thing,” he added when Mike looked concerned.

“You mm-made me have to go back to speech therapy,” said Bill teasingly before nudging Mike with his shoulder and squeezing his hand again. “But it’s all worth it.”

“Gay,” said Richie.

“Aaand you ruined the moment,” said Eddie.

“Glad I could be of service.”

“God, how did we survive without each other?” said Ben. 

“Barely,” said Stan quietly, tugging down his sleeves a little.

The others fell silent for a time until Richie, being Richie, decided to lighten the mood.

“I’m thinking of getting a dog!” he said a little too brightly as he scratched Ember behind the ears. He grinned up at Eddie. “A little pomeranian called Penny. What do you think, Eds?”

“I am terminating our friendship effective immediately,” said Eddie, and just like that, the shadow that had fallen over them was lifted.

Ben lit a fire in the hearth and they all lounged around it, basking in the warm glow as they fell back into easy conversation. Ember migrated to Eddie’s lap which he was very smug about until Richie squeezed up next to him to be able to pet the dog, but Eddie was secretly quite content with a dog on his lap and Richie at his side, like something out of one of his more domestic fantasies.

Bill told ghost stories somehow scarier than their experience with Pennywise, and Stan calmed them all down afterwards by rambling about types of birds, which everyone paid rapt attention to because Stan talking about his favourite thing, his face lit up and hands waving around excitedly, was a joy to watch even if no one else cared all that much about the topic. 

Later on, Ben showed them all an old photo album he’d found at his parents’ house of them all as kids, and Mike pointed to the odd picture and excitedly reminded them all about the time they all dressed as each other for Halloween, or the time Richie got suspended for filling a kid’s locker with shaving foam for picking on Eddie, or the time they all went as each other’s dates to Homecoming and tried to dance all together in one chaotic circle.

The fire was warm, and the beer seeped into Eddie’s limbs and made him drowsy, his eyes slipping shut as he listened to Richie and Stanley argue over who had the better homecoming outfit. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in the middle of the night half-draped across Richie with his face buried in his chest, Ember curled up in the small space between them, Mike leaning against his shoulder with Ben against his, and Bill propped up against his legs with Stan’s head in his lap, all fast asleep. He’d fallen asleep with his phone in his hand, and when he checked it, he found a text from Bev who must have come home while they were all sleeping, for it showed a picture of them all cuddled up to one another fast asleep on the couch. He would have been annoyed, but he had to admit it was kind of cute.

[11:25pm] Queen B: [image.jpg]

[11:25pm] Queen B: My boys <333

Eddie smiled slightly and saved the photo to his camera roll, then let his head fall back against Richie’s warm chest, not really caring that the fabric of his shirt scratched his cheek or that no one had brushed their teeth. This was a night for the Losers.

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[springkitten]

get to know me tag (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡

i was tagged by @artjjk thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

i tag: @agu5td, @jjkguk, @silverquillsideas, @mapofugh, @ksj1, @j1ns, @rosyhyuna, @minlola, @the-bangtan-boys, @kikuhikou

name: katrina

nickname: mono, k

gender: nb 

star sign: sagi

current time: 02:10 pm

favorite artist(s): bangtan, shinee, him, florence + the machine, hozier, bishop briggs, halsey, system of a down, etc eternally

song(s) stuck in my head: my time since i’ve been listening to it on loop for 5 hours

last movie i saw: ???? ....jumanji? 

last thing i googled: rothko

other blog(s): oh boy. so. @dionysusmavu, @remediedgod, @dearvantae, @honey-spills, @sweethyacinths, @xkayi and like 5 others not kidding

do i get asks? fairly rarely but they’re sweet when they come so. uwu

reason for url: me@me softly what was my url again  cause i’ve been so so soft and spring is when things get warm and cats are the best ever

following: 1397

average sleep: i try for 7ish hours most days

lucky number(s): dunno about lucky but fave is 9

currently wearing: a white ly: tear tee and a bright purple hoodie

dream job: not a job but i wanna publish my poetry and some books

dream trip: japan, yearly greece trip, europe,.... warm,,, sea,,,ferry,,,mountain

favorite food: SOUP, pizza, lasagna, burger, ice cream, hot coco..... sweets..... cake.... eclairs........ wafers, pancakes, buhti,,,,,,,,,,, moussaka (bulgarian tho)

instruments: none ;;

favorite song(s): imma do albums or this will be 20k-- bishop briggs’ church of scars (and everything before it and also baby, baby was after church of scars right?), halsey’s hopeless fountain kingdom, troye’s blue neighbourhood, HIM’s entire discography i don’t make the rules, shinee’s whole discography but the lucifer, misconceptions and odd albums in particular. taemin’s everything. jonghyung’s base. epik high’s shoebox, big bang’s still alive extended edition, bangtan’s ly, mots, wings, fkrjfljdfkl everything i’m still obsessing over everything. agust d!!!!!!! florence!!! florence’s ceremonials and half of her discorgraphy. hozier’s every song ever. marina’s electra heart. rammstein’s uhhhh everything. soad’s everything also, disturbed’s everything sans the last album cause i haven’t gotten to it. sabaton’s heroes album. some others i can’t remember rn. 

[smokeyloki]

OC Study - Mutant Edition - Clement Cagan

What an unfortunately-named fella.

@supesofherown I’m on a roll now

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Name: Clement Clarence Cagan/Rift

Nationality: Native-born-American.  Bits of Polish, Hungarian, French, British, Irish, and a smattering of other European backgrounds

Age: 22

Appearance Overview: 5′8″ in terms of height.  Skinny boy with pale skin and light, whispy hair of a bleached-blond hue.  Long face and longer features; large, light blue eyes.  Basically a long and pale boyo.

Universe: X-Men Marvel Universe (for now)

Species: Mutant

Abilities: Possesses the ability to step from our world to a pocket dimension which he calls the “In-Between”.  While in this dimension, he is untouched by events and restraints of reality; e.g. he can walk through objects and as long as he remains in the “In-Between” he does not require food, drink, or sleep.  He can interact with reality in small ways and only by expending various levels of energy.

Family:

Mr. and Mrs. Cagan - deceased/whereabouts unknown

Aunty Marge - Owner of the foster home and one of Clement’s closest friends

Marian Charles “Mister” and Rebecca Charity “Missus” Shaw - adoptive parents - adopted Clement when he was 19

Friends:

TJ 

Dev

He’s lonely

Aesthetic: Bright-red barstool and counter at a burger restaurant and a chocolate-malt milkshake in a glass tumbler, 3-in-the-morning city sounds and a dark room with a brightly-lit screen and video gaming music, glass window riddled with cracks, seconds away from bursting Outfit of Choice: mono-colored v-neck shirt, jeans, comfy shoes with laces Favorite Food: An odd combination of favorite comfort foods, including cheetos, TJ’s “Everything-In” ice cream sundae, rice-krispie treats, and eggnog.  This boy is a sucker for eggnog.  Also prefers his pasta plain. Fast Facts:

Not a great people person

Dislikes prolonged staring and being with large groups of people

Carries on full conversations with himself

Prefers solitude for extended periods of time, especially after being around people for a while

Weak immune system

Gives himself haircuts

Can’t cook

Did not intend on becoming friends with TJ; that kind of happened

Tends to befriend the unlikely

After using up large levels of energy, he must rest, either in reality or suspended in a sleep-like state in the In-Between

Does not like his name

Background:    A foster child, Clement was moved from place-to-place, some experiences being better than others.  He was finally adopted by Marian and Rebecca Shaw when he was 19, though he would still refer to himself as “Cagan”.  He was a budding scientist and earned an internship position when he turned 20 at a local research facility.  A fire broke out one day, prompting his first “rift” into the In-Between, where he was trapped with no idea how to get back out.  He remained in the In-Between for roughly a year; during this time he was discovered by TJ, a retail worker with a love of all things paranormal.  Believing Clement to be a spirit, he became Clement’s only tie to reality and an odd, strong bond formed between them.  TJ was brought to the mansion under suspicion of being a mutant; Clement managed to free himself while at the mansion and is now working on controlling his abilities and readjusting to life outside the In-Between.

Songs/Playlist for OC:

Black & White - Superfruit

Something Big - Shawn Mendez

Life is Fun - BoyinaBand, TheOdds1Out

Quiet - Natalie Weiss

Rockstar - Glee Cast

It Aint my Fault - Brothers Osborne

I’m Alright - Tigerweather

Duct Tape Heart - Barenaked Ladies

Oh No! - Marina and the Diamonds

Here it Goes Again - OK Go

Actually a lot of songs from OK Go - that’s one of his favorite bands

[gossamie]

we have one hour left to live.

— summary: The world is ending soon. How will you and Jimin spend your last hour on this earth?

— pairing: park jimin x reader

— genre: angst w/ fluff if you squint hard enough

— word count: 2,839

— warnings: major character deaths, implied + non-explicit smut

— notes: wow this might be the saddest fic i’ve ever written. i love writing angst, but sometimes i cry over my own works and i wonder why i do this to myself. i promise i’ll be writing something more lighthearted soon, but until then, i hope you enjoy!

huge thanks to @fentasies for helping me with this story!

p.s. the research used for the introduction can be found in this article (so, yes, this could actually happen!).

p.p.s. i highly suggest listening to this as you read if you want to get in your feels, especially as you continue further on into the story.

“How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.” - George MacDonald

We interrupt this broadcast to deliver you breaking news.

Scientists believe that the end of the world is imminent.

Throughout the century, the Earth has been experiencing climate change at an increasing pace, but there has been a sudden and rapid increase in the atmosphere’s temperature. Recent data from the Pohang University of Science and Technology shows that global temperatures are now 10℃ warmer than pre-industrial levels, rivalling that of the Palaeocene-Eocene Thermal Maximum, when, fifty-five billion years ago, Earth experienced one of the fastest temperature rises in history.

As we speak, the Earth is overheating in what has been theoretically known as the “runaway greenhouse effect”. Greenhouse gases are being emitted by the planet at an alarming rate and this self-providing mechanism has now become unstoppable. It is expected that the Earth will soon warm by hundreds of degrees, effectively terminating all life as we know it.

Mathematicians have calculated that this devastating process will take place exactly one hour from now.

We understand that this is very distressing information, but we urge you to enjoy this hour to the fullest. Spend time with your loved ones, speak to those that you haven’t, do something you’ve never done before— do whatever you think is necessary to enjoy these last few minutes we have on Earth.

We will now return to your regularly scheduled program. The government will issue a statement on this situation in the following moments.

From all of us here at Channel 17, we thank you for joining us.

[1:00:00] UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD

Today, you and Park Jimin are going to die.

You thought you would be more upset when you heard the broadcast. There are no tears in your eyes nor are your hands starting to shake uncontrollably from the thought of your inevitable demise. Rather, you feel—

Nothing.

There is a strange emptiness in the pit of your stomach and a hollow in your chest where your heart should be. It’s almost as if you had known that today would mark the date of your death but you had only chosen to act upon that information now.

If Jimin is at all scared, he doesn’t show it. You realize that both of you feel this unusual calamity lingering in the air, and when you look at each other after watching the broadcast, you do not think about how you will lose him in the next hour, but instead, you think about how you can spend your last hour with him.

This is the only thing that saddens you about your last hour living on Earth. There are so many things you want to do, so many words you want to say, but so little time. You want to destroy every clock in the world in an attempt to enact revenge on the cruelty that is time.

But you can’t because you’ve already wasted five minutes thinking about what you and Jimin will do first. Jimin suggests visiting the nearby arboretum, to which you quickly agree.

It is unusually hot outside when you arrive, the air much warmer than it had been in the past few years, but you and Jimin had expected this— the planet is, after all, being cooked into oblivion. There are no tourists strolling through the park, nor are there any employees stationed at the ticket booths; everything is extremely quiet— too quiet— as if the world, too, had already accepted that its end was near.

As you and Jimin walk through the conservatory with intertwined hands, you noticed just how bare the gardens are. Most of the vegetation had succumbed to the extreme heat, leaving the trees to shrivel into thin branches and the flowers to droop in defeat. Your eyes are met with patches of beige and umber wherever they look, and you sigh when you remember that your eyes should have met endless fields of emerald and bronze.

You sigh, for what had once been a shrine of cultivating life is now a grave of relentless death.

Jimin suddenly stops. “Look,” he whispers, and you turn towards him in curiosity as he gently pulls you to the side of the path.

From your viewpoint, all you can see is tawny grass and crumbling foliage. “Jimin, what’s so interesting about a pile of dead le—”

You saw the pink carnations.

There were three carnations, the few flowers that had grown amidst the dense, dehydrated bush. The rich, vivid tones of the carnations’ petals captivated you; you could not tear your eyes away from the hues of ruby and amethyst and opal that caught the sunlight like shards of jewels. The blooms were miniscule fireworks, blooming brilliantly, magically against the sepia sky.

What fascinated you the most, though, was how naïve the carnations were. They continued to flourish despite the unforgiving sun, as if they were completely and utterly aware of the fact that their beauty would become nonexistent in a matter of minutes. A small part of you wished that you could take part in the blossoms’ naïvety, wished that they could whisper the secrets of their blissful ignorance.

An iron plaque with engraved letters was positioned next to the pink carnations, and you assumed that it had once detailed the origins and the meaning of the flowers. However, rust had eaten away at the metal, making the writing barely legible. A mysterious aura now surrounded the carnations and it was begging you to solve it, only piquing your curiosity.

But time is precious and you couldn’t afford to throw these sacred seconds away. You raced to Jimin, who had already moved on down the trail, and held his hand once more. It was difficult to ignore the death that surrounded you.

[00:41:23] UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD

Jimin was hungry and he was craving fast food.

By some odd chance, you and Jimin had stumbled upon a small, dated diner. The only occupant in the restaurant was a middle-aged man wearing a checkered uniform. As Jimin ordered, you were tempted to ask the employee why he seemed oblivious of the eerie, unnerving silence, why he was here and not anywhere else.

When you noticed the pained yet empty stare in his eyes, however, all of the questions whirling in your brain died down because you realized he had no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

You tried to enjoy the burger and the fries Jimin had ordered for you, but you were a machine and eating felt mechanical, as if every fry you ate and every sip you drank was merely an action you were programmed to perform. It was so hard to enjoy because it was hard to enjoy anything.

How could you possibly enjoy living if life was ending?

Jimin, on the other hand, was eating his meal heartily, his cheeks growing more plump with each sip of his chocolate milkshake and his smile growing wider with each bite of his burger. You noticed how his happiness seemed to illuminate the dimly-lit building, how his body seemed to fill with a childlike innocence that you haven’t seen in an eternity.

In an instant, you were no longer watching your lover; rather, you were watching the cheerful and bubbly teenager you met in high school all those years ago. You were watching the boy who bought you roses every time he thought about you, who listened to all of your secrets and kept them locked away in his heart, who became your first kiss as you danced on the gymnasium floor during your senior year prom.

It was as if you were watching the boy you fell in love with.

“Earth to Y/N? Are you okay?” Jimin asked, his voice snapping you out of your reverie.

You blinked. “I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“You looked like you were falling in love.”

“Would it be a bad thing if I was?”

“No,” he replied. “You should do it more often.”

“I will.” Because I’ll never get a chance to do it again.

Even though the luminance of Jimin’s smile rivalled that of the sun, there was something wistful behind that beautiful iridescence, as if he heard those thoughts and made them his own. That unspoken truth lingered in the air like a sword hanging from a thread, threatening to sever the red string connecting the two of you.

Rather than confronting the truth, however, you and Jimin decided to spend the next twenty minutes floating in a comfortable silence, enjoying your last meal together.

[00:20:58] UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD

Somewhere in the neighborhood, there was music breaking through the silence.

Intrigued and captivated, you and Jimin followed the haunting melody, the streets leading you to a guitarist idly leaning against a barren tree. She sang with fluttering eyelids and drifting fingers; she, too, was enchanted by her own music.

“Before we say goodbye, let go / But I’m lost in the maze of my heart / From stereo to mono / That’s how the path splits…”

Her words seemed to flow and ebb, intertwining with the breeze that swept through what was left of the flowers at her feet. But, like Jimin’s smile, an otherworldly sorrow stained her voice, a melancholy that no human could ever feel. This sadness suffocated you, crippled you, with such force that breathing became difficult, as if you were trying to hold your head above water.

“If my fate is to disappear like this, then this is my last letter / Penned words, written then erased / Feelings for you, so many to let go / So be it, don’t cry / I’mma let you go and fly…”

You felt wrong; you should be panicking or hyperventilating or crying or something instead of standing here, especially when everything was crumbling to pieces with every passing second. But a larger, irrational part of you wanted you to stay, wanted to savor the world and what little there was left of it, and you listened to it. You felt as if you were a passenger on the Titanic, focusing on the band’s hymn instead of the ship sinking beneath you.

“In order to release your hand right now / I gotta let you know that I need to let you go / Hard to say goodbye / But I can’t run / I’m ready to let go…”

Somewhere, something within you was telling you that you had no other choice but to let go of Jimin’s hand; however, you ignored it, burying those thoughts into the rifts of your mind where you could no longer hear nor think of them. As if in defiance, your grip on Jimin’s hand tightened, a silent reminder to both you and him that you would never truly be ready to let your lover go.

“Life without you is really unbelievable / But even so I still gotta go / To the person I loved so much / To the red thread that got too entangled in itself / I couldn’t reach you, so I’ll walk a separate path / For that reason I’ll say goodbye…”

In response to your tense grasp, Jimin began to softly tap to the beat of the guitar on the back of your hand as if to tell you that, don’t worry, I’m still here. Your eyes trailed up to Jimin, focusing on his porcelain skin and the way the sun seemed to make his ash blonde hair glow like gold. His eyes were closed and his body gently swayed back and forth. He, too, was becoming more enraptured by the guitarist with every note that he sang. He looked beautiful; he looked at peace.

He looked like he forgot that he was dying.

“The color of the sky we saw together / The scent of the path we walked down together / Don’t forget them…”

You struggled to understand how Jimin could be so calm, so undisturbed by the presence of his impending death. When you looked at him, you saw pink carnations blooming underneath his skin and you desperately wanted to know how he could be so innocent, how ignorance could be so euphoric. Patience is no longer a virtue when the world is ending in twenty minutes; you wanted to know, and you wanted to know now.

But, like time or fate, this was something that could not and could never be understood so all you did was rest your head on Jimin’s shoulder and felt the life that emanated from his being.

[00:15:13] UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD

When you asked Jimin if he wanted to watch the sunset during his last moments on Earth, he said no.

When you asked Jimin why, he said, “I’ve seen enough sunsets in my lifetime. Let’s go watch the fireflies,” and you agreed.

The sun set for the last time when the guitarist finished singing, the clouds fading to hues of violet and lapis as you and Jimin arrived at the park. Although dusk had fallen, the heat was becoming unbearable, but you paid no attention to it. There was no need to pay attention to something that would no longer exist.

Amongst the jungle of barren trees, you and Jimin found a secluded, grassy clearing, the moonlight breaking through the clouds as an everlasting lantern. You winced as you laid down on the parched sod; the heat emanating from the earth threatened to burn the skin on your back.

You became numb to the pain when you saw the fireflies.

The fireflies endlessly surrounded you and Jimin, those flecks of gold stretching into infinity. The sight before you was otherworldly, as if you and Jimin and these fireflies were suspended amidst a more beautiful version of reality. You felt almost ashamed to be watching these fireflies; you felt like an intruder, recklessly disturbing the delicacy of their world.

It’s like the stars visited us, you and Jimin thought, and for an eternity, this was how you remained, with the silence and the heat and the raining stars.

Jimin’s hushed whisper cracked the glass of tranquility. “I never told you about the carnations.”

You turned your head towards your lover, your cheek pressed against the scalding soil. “What about them?” you asked.

“The meaning,” he replied. “I never told you about the meaning of the pink carnations.”

“Well, what do they mean?”

“They’re a symbol of gratitude. It’s a silent way of saying, ‘I’ll never forget you.’”

Jimin then pivoted his head towards you, his fingers reaching out and holding yours. “Y/N, I know we don’t have much time left, but if there’s one thing that I have to say to you before we go, it’s that I’m so thankful to you. Thank you for saying ‘yes’ when I got down on one knee. Thank you for making me a better man. Thank you for giving me the honor of loving you for these past seven years. Thank you for giving me a life full of love even when I didn’t deserve it.”

You look at Jimin and, for the first time, you are scared.

It’s not enough. There are still so many mornings left to start with laughter, so many nights left to fill with lust, so many kisses left to give, so many ‘I love you’s’ left to say, so many days left in your future, so many things that you will never get back because you only have fifteen minutes left before you lose Jimin forever.

You look at Jimin, and for the first time, you are truly and terribly scared because these fifteen minutes are all that is left; this is all that will ever be.

You start to cry and Jimin tries to wipe away your tears but it’s useless because crying is the only thing that your body can do. Somehow, you manage to find your voice within your despair and you whisper, “Aren’t you scared? Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

“No,” Jimin replies simply.

“Why?”

“Being with you has shown me how beautiful life is. You gave my life meaning just by being in it. I’m not dying with any regrets. There is nothing more that I want from this world. I’m dying with a smile on my face and you by my side and I can’t be afraid if we’re together.”

His words resonated in your mind, marked its permanence in your heart.

I can’t be afraid if we’re together.

I can’t be afraid if we’re together.

You believed him.

He holds you as your tears start to dry, his arms wrapped around you tightly as if to prove to the universe that no force in the world could ever tear you apart.

You feel at peace in Jimin’s embrace. You, too, are not leaving without any regrets because Jimin has given you a life filled with love; for you, too, there is nothing more that you want from this world.

Jimin kisses your forehead in what will be your final kiss. He whispers, “I love y—”

[00:00:00] UNTIL THE WORLD ENDS

[ddaengboys]

Soft Q & A Tag

I was tagged by @jiminestamour to do the soft q&a’s tag; thank you sweet angel! I had a lot of fun with this tag and think it’s so cute, I love you so much friend ♡♡

What’s the smell of your shampoo?

Sweet hibiscus flowers I think (I’m not really good at describing scents)

What’s your aesthetic?

Sitting in a bay window in an apartment looking out onto the streets while it rains outside, my soft Chillax Spotify playlist playing in the background, while I’m wearing on over-sized sweatshirt, either shorts or no pants, barefoot; warm and cozy aside despite the chill in the room, a book by my side that I put down to sing along to the song playing because it’s my favorite, hot chocolate nearby.. (I’m not sure if I did this right but this is the vibe I want to have :3)

What’s your favorite time of the day and why?

Right now it’s when I get home from a long day and I’m absolutely freezing, but I hop in the shower and get warm and relaxed; I put on my pajamas and am on my phone for the rest of the night.

What do you most like about the beach?

The atmosphere, it’s so relaxing and freeing. The warm air that’s slightly suffocating, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the feel of sand under my feet, staring out into the vastness of the ocean and imaging all of the possibilities of the world. I love the beach and want to go back <3

What do you worry about constantly?

Everything. My brain is constantly worrying about things and overthinking things. What am I gonna do for a job? What am I gonna do with/in my life? How am I going to survive on my own when I’ve been taken care of my whole life? How can I leave my family and spread my wings in a new city/state when I’m so terrified of the unknown and meeting new people? All I want out of life is to meet someone that I truly love with all my heart and who returns that love wholeheartedly but how can I do that when I’ve never experienced love before? How can I do that when I don’t know how to meet people or interact with boys?

(I could honestly go on but I’m starting to get anxious and can’t continue)

What is a song you’ve cried to before?

Crystal Snow, for the longest time, was the only song I’ve cried to. The music, the calm relaxing vibe, the lyrics, the vocal power, all of it is absolutely astounding. I’d never been so overwhelmed by beauty in my life before listening to that song. But then Mono came out and that whole playlist made me sob. Genuinely I have never cried as much as I did while listening to Mono for the first time. It is such an amazing piece of work. I listened to it and could feel Namjoon’s growth and struggle and pain and love and emotions and thoughts and feelings and that was all before I even knew the lyrics. Luckily I don’t cry over all the songs anymore but if I listen to everything goes or forever rain (especially back to back and in that order) nothing stops my tears.

What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

Hmm, I’m not really good at giving general advice because I know that everyone is different so the majority doesn’t always fit the minority. But what I can say for me is that music is a huge part of my life. Listening to a certain song or playlist or album almost immediately helps me calm down and get out of my head for a bit. If I’m stressed about something I try to talk to my friends or family about it if I can. A big thing for me is getting out of my head because, as I’ve said before, I overthink everything; so the minute I can get away from the situation stressing me out and decompress for a bit, it helps me be able to come back to a task with a clearer head and more positive mindset so I can faster accomplish the task at hand.

The most important thing I can and will say here is if you’re stressed please don’t internalize it. Find some positive and helpful (to you) way to release your stresses. Humans are fragile beings, we can’t hold the whole world on our shoulders. So if you ever need someone to talk to or advice reach out to someone you trust (that can be me if you so see fit), love you babes <3

What are some things that make you tear up?

Anything. I’m so incredibly emotional all the time.Things that always get to me are real moments though, when people break down their walls and open up, or when people are trying their hardest to accomplish a task, or you can see/feel the love dripping from someone’s eyes or words or actions; genuineness is what gets to me I guess.

Also fun fact I cry if someone is too nice to me :} Especially when they’re nice to me in times of need or stress

What is your favorite from each sense?

Sight - rain, the ocean, water in general honestly

Smell - the faint cinnamon gum smell my Mom’s purse used to have when I was younger

Taste - meat, typically burgers; but meat is my favorite food

Sound - waves crashing or my favorite song/music in general

Touch -  hugs from my Dad

What is an alternative reality you’ll like to live in?

One where I’m important and cool to people and I make a difference in their lives

What are some troubles you face on a daily basis?

Self-esteem; I like to think I’ve gotten better with this but I’m sure I’ll always know that I’m not good enough and can never be good enough to everyone. Not everyone can like me, no matter how much I want them to.

What is one scene from a book that makes you really sad?

I can’t think of anything at the moment, I haven’t read in a long while (despite it being one of my passions). >.<

Say something to your followers:

I truly do not deserve you all. I don’t have any original content to give you that’s beneficial but I appreciate each and every one of you that follows me. I hope I can provide you with some type of joy and happiness in your life; whether that involves me re-blogging something that makes you smile or laugh, posting a song that you like and want to listen to, or actually saying something funny for once. I wish you all the best during this holiday time and I hope you stick with me through the new year. Thank you all so much and I love you bunches ♡♡ 

I tag: @painfulbutsweet, @nerdfandomtrash,  @jeonking, @prettyboyyoongi, @idobelieveyourgalaxyrm, @adoreyoongi, @comfyhobi, @bangtantannie

If I’m tagging you all too much let me know and I’ll stop. But please know that you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, and if you do want to feel free to say I tagged you!

[thanidiel]

Choices

Prompt 11: World Building, First Person What if World of Warcraft took a different turn with its inspiration? What if the game was actually based entirely around science fantasy, particularly cyberpunk? I was a cheesy bitch and did The Modern AU(™). For a long piece, use what skills you’ve learned and practiced to narrate AS your character in this different world.

What would their occupation be? What is the world like? Factions? Races? Conflicts? Try to write about a normal or abnormal day for your character in this world—is their name different too? Write in your character’s perspective, and take on a very in-depth look of a different personality and worldview.

[I was very cheesy and went balls deep into a Modern AU story to exercise a more modern narrative style. Lots of references to others and events from World of Warcraft roleplay or Thanidiel’s background, try to catch them all. alsoimsorrythiswassolong.

Mentions: @jessipalooza @stormandozone @captainswingbeard @azriah @immunologist @kinari ]

“Alright, alright. Just, shut the fuck up for, like, I don’t know, an hour. Ethan, cradle your beer, you’re good at that. Elena… I don’t gotta tell you shit.

Let’s start with… the beginning.

So, let’s just get this shit out of the way. Auberry, up in Fresno County, California. Small-time fucking town. My dad was a new recruit to the police department, there. First-generation son to some Lithuanians that couldn’t read shit for English. My mom is a Mono Indian, from the Big Sandy Rancheria next door.

1990, Dad knocked her up when she was in town. I was the result, that she passed right back to Dad. Grew up happy without her, ran around just fine with myself, my Staffordshire, Ted, and all of the neighborhood backdoors left open. Grandparents were out of the picture by then, and Dad had shit hours, so it was up to the Abuelas and Grandma Sallys. Suited all of us just fine.

One day, Dad gets shot up breaking up a domestic dispute. I was six. And as much as we all want to think about those crazy stories up on Reddit and Facebook, no one fucking walks away from a hunting rifle. His coworkers stopped by, took me to the tribe headquarters in town to figure out what to do with me. Off to Big Sandy they sent my ass. I hear the Grandma next to us took Ted.

As much as I want to say things got more chill from there, it didn’t. See, my mom was half-white, already. Mix that with some straight-out-of-Europe dude, and you get a blue-eyed blonde haired kid running around with the Mono. Mom didn’t want me either, and she made that damned clear to the elders, so I was back to being a community effort on a new Grandma’s sofa.

Bless Grandma, she tried. Fed me. Taught me a handful of Monachi. Taught me how to fucking read and write English. Driving, eventually. Hooked me up with a new dog too when I got there, Tamuapaya, albino-assed thing. All of the good parental shit you’re supposed to do, with everything she had.

I ended up as black of a sheep as it gets, though. Scraped with the other kids whenever we crossed each other, dogs got in on it too. Adults couldn’t fucking stand me outside of Grandma ‘cause I didn’t think they deserved anything but lip. And, let me just say, it’s fucking awkward when you realize you’re a fag, hours out from a real city. I was never really accepted with them outside of cook-outs, but that was when you had to take everyone registered in the tribe.

Eventually, I get old enough to start itching to work. So I start the uphill battle of doing the most shit possible small-jobs for the most shit payout for these folk, and as you two know, I am stubborn as fucking shit about my work. So I did every bit of work they pissed at me, with fucking excellence.

Then that got too small when I was like, fifteen, and wanted some real fucking cash. The other black sheep got me then, and let me know it was easy money running drugs between us, peeps at the Casino, Auberry, and Fresno. Next thing I know, I’m sitting in a truck bed heading to Fres’ at 1 A.M. in the morning to pick up with them.

Didn’t take long for Grandma to figure out I wasn’t running off to catch friends at Auberry. She switched me more times than I can remember to try to beat it out of me. Didn’t work, and she didn’t have any full-on proof to get others in it, either - hid the FUCK out of the cash and what we were distributing.

So, eventually, I’m like… seventeen? And I’m passing crack to this military guy visiting relatives in Auberry and wanted some fun up by the Casino. And when he puts the cash in my hand and I put the bag in his, he doesn’t tell me to fuck off. He gives me a good look, asks how old I am, I tell him, and he asks me what the fuck am I going to do out here for another seventy years. I don’t even get to answer when he tells me I should get the fuck out of here, go talk to a recruiter at Fres’.

That got me thinking, so a year later, I’ve found all of my documents and shit in Grandma’s house. I have a pile of cash. And I want to get the fuck out of this shithole. I stuff it all into my backpack, I go with the boys to Fres’. I dump off all of my shit into Christian’s bag; free myself of it. I take a bus to get my ass right to the opposite end of the city. Spend my night in a homeless shelter with my backpack underneath my shirt and sweater, my arms wrapped around it, sleeping on my stomache, and a switch under the extra jacket I was using a pillow.

Next day, I get a free gym trial. I shower and make myself look as respectable as I need. After that, I open up a Bank of America and drop the eight-k. I had into my first savings. I keep three-hundred on me, I grab some Burger King, and I make my way to the Army recruiter.

Guy helps me get set up because it’s like the third time in my life I’ve done paperwork excluding the bank, which did like… everything, for me. After that, it’s floating between the shelter, gym, and getting odd jobs helping at taquerias and panaderias, with their dishes or pushing garbage and carts around for a month. Taking all of those damned test and then waiting for them to process. Grabbed an iPhone 3G during the wait, that was pretty cool.

Fort Jackson for a year, as it goes. Nothing significant in the grand scheme of things; shit was fresh hell, but nothing I couldn’t handle. For the most part. Met Casey there. My age. Actually graduated H.S., attending community nearby for sports medicine. It would still be another two years before fags could be open in the military, but we… got together. When we could. You could—… it was dating. We started dating when I was in B.C.T. And made it work after that.

After basic, I get hauled off all over the place. Okinawa, Hawaii, Ansbach. Mid-2011, they let us be out and loud in the U.S. military. Bad move for my career, but, first thing I did when I took my leave is fuck Casey and ask her to marry me. No ring or any big romantic gesture, we didn’t work like that. She said, yeah, sure. The process went underway, it’s all done by the time I’m heading back to like, Fort Irwin.

We’re separated for a while, then, like, she graduated, because she was a lot fucking smarter than me. And she started living with me on base. Which is fucking awesome. It’s not what I asked for, because she had all of this potential to work with back at home. But, hey, she wanted to travel too. We had our years, we were fucking twenty-years old. I let her come.

So we fucked around in South Korea, Alaska, Italy, it’s almost a blur after everything. Eventually, I get put out in Camp K.A.I.A. in Afghanistan. She’s back in Kansas, ‘cause, naturally, they’re hesitant on letting me drag a U.S. civy out there of all bases. It’s seven months into my deployment, she wants to visit and I let her.

April 28th, 2014. I took her out, a bit south of the airport in city proper for a meal, in the early morning. We were eating lamb korma with turnips— I still can’t fucking handle smelling and eating lamb. Or any soft fucking food: deuces to mashed potatoes and bolognese. God.

So we were eating—… we were eating that. And there was an airplane with a fucked engine that had been making its way towards the airport. It didn’t get close to the runaway. It veered and dropped, right into the city. The wing went right through our building.

I was sitting northward. She was sitting southward. My mind slowed down time, and I watched the way all of this debris and broken cable and a fucking airplane slammed into her back. She hits the table and it’s shooting off. All I see is blood and curry everywhere, then it hits me, too.

I wake up in the hospital two days later. My head feels like shit because my brain got ping-ponged. A sheet of metal opened up my torso from collar to hip, and a piece of flying drywall smashed my right cheek and orbital socket. They couldn’t save the eye. The ceiling falling after meant some heavy shit landed onto my left hand. They couldn’t save that either. And they couldn’t save Casey. She died on contact.

—I’m fine, by the way. Just pass over the whiskey. I’m not finished.

Cutting that long story of recovery short, I stabilize. They get to Landstuhl in Germany. Eventually, I end up back in the States. Sans eye and hand. A little ugly, now, too. Medical discharge. Sucks, but I’m hooked up with a nice prosthetic, at the least. That all takes about eight months to wrap up - not a lot of interest in keeping an uneducated, handless, soldier around.

And, you know, that’s where you come in, Ethan. I don’t think Elena knows this part about us, so bear with me. Ethan, here, was my Sergeant for a damned while. His ass phased out in ‘13. We always got along great, he kept up with us babies even when he was out. Group texts were a great invention; Snapchat groups even better. Now we both get to see all of the stupid shit the rest of those idiots are doing on deployment.

Ethan is basically like my fucking dad. So when fates aligned and I was in the Brooklyn military hospital, he started driving down from his apartment in the city, seeing me about once a week on his weekends. Then, when I was out, he offered me a place to stay, no costs. Naturally, I fucking took it. The last thing I was going to do now that I was out, was gonna walk my ass back to the Mono in that Cali shithole. Not fucking smart to be alone after the shit that had happened.

And, honestly? It worked really well. I used the time he’d be gone with his job at the nearby library to do… basically all of the adult shit I didn’t do in the military. Got my license, borrowing the car from his coworker and our close friend, Esther (nice girl, did volleyball and track for high-school and college, then decided she liked things quiet). Took the bus to therapy with a guy through the V.A., ‘till I grabbed a beat up 2009 Chevy truck from Craigslist. Eventually, started classes for a G.E.D. too. Collected my military checks, saved it all and got pocket-money with a part-time at some flower hippy’s cafe—and, you know, I never realized how fucking hard it is to make legit money in the ‘real world’ until then. Ethan, you’re a fucking saint. Like, three-hundred or whatever a week? Chump ass change compared to when I bounced with the kids in Fres’.

All of that good shit. Plus, it was nice that we both had a drinking buddy. And we both had a way of navigating each other’s bullshit well. Like, Elena, you just heard my wife-story. And you’ve heard about the fire, too. It’s not the fucking same, but it worked out that we had about an inkling of what to do when the other dude’s fucked up.

Eventually, it’s the day for appointment hell. Check up, physical therapy, actual therapy, then likely, a stop by the pharmacist. It’s like, early ‘16, at this point. And before we even get started, the doctor sits me down. Starts talking about this experimental stem-cell research, for organ implantation. Taylor says it’s not at a complex enough stage to restore my hand, but my eye and facial scars would be within the window of possibility. Gives me a card for a Brianna Lalwani-Jindal if I’m interested in volunteering for it.

I get through the day. I finally catch a meal at Jersey Mike’s, and after me and Ethan talk about it over some Coors, like if I wanna do it and how it feels fucking weird, to like, erase what happened to Casey through this, I say, sure, I’ll call. It’s like, eight P.M. She answers like four seconds before it just shoots to her voicemail. The bitch fucking slurs out like she snorted too much Vico, “—yeah, I know I’m fucking late, I’ll be there, I prooomise.”

So me and Ethan pick our jaws off the floor hearing this shit and I’m like, “Nah, Tony Dawson. Doctor Taylor Woodson at the Brooklyn V.A. Hospital referred me to you, about your research trials with the organ implantation. Lalwani?”

There’s a gasp, a lot of shuffling, and a lot of me and Ethan passing around another beer can between us. Then she really starts spilling and it becomes a game of my fucking brain trying to comprehend this Indian accent mixed with that lightspeed fucking way people from those big cities talk, like “Oh shit, okay, okay, okay. Yeah, you’ve got me. Where do you live? What are you missing? When can I meet you? Tomorrow?”

So I tell her about my fucked-up face, but really, I want to know what the fuck I just got myself into with this chick. I don’t get the chance, she blurts out over me, “Sounds great! EYE will see you later, Tony. Tomorrow. Four P.M., Just… show back at the Hospital. We’ll find a vacant office. Ciao.” Then the fucker hangs up. Eventually, we decide that I should probably text the number back, at least. My ‘See you then.’ gets back a kissy-face and ‘I like coffee.’ Subtle.

A vanilla latte and unsweetened black tea, fifteen minutes of us wandering the Hospital, thirty minutes of her talking my ear off about a bunch of medical-scientific garbage, then five minutes of us filling out all of the paperwork, and I was Bri’s new, shiny, case study.

Skipping over all of the shit she ran my face through, we’ll sum it up as: I need contacts and I fucking hate it, but she did what she set out to do. The meetings themselves, were more interesting. I don’t know if she like, fucking sensed that I’d let her get away with her shit. But I’m going to assume that, since she still has her fucking job.

It got unprofessional, pretty fast. Like, beyond what she already hit me with. I’m not sure what got into me, honestly. I hadn’t even considered another girl since the crash. But I spent our introductions looking at her like a piece of meat whenever her back was turned. First real meeting, she’s prodding me about all of my personal interests and shit in some fucked small talk, starting to get into my dating life. I take a risk and just drop straight out that I dig chicks.

She gets a bit quiet, which doesn’t make much of a difference because it’s clear already that she’s a fucking loudmouth. But she gets curious, and keeps looking at me after that the whole time I’m there. Then the meeting after that, we ended up on some fucking talk about blindfolds for some reason, and let me just say that she got a little too into that before we started talking about how, like, I needed to turn down my drinking.

So the whole time I’m letting her and the other doctors Frankenstein my face, there is sexual tension to cut with at every goddamned interaction to be had. It never gets anywhere, because neither of us are fucking stupid. But, just, Jesus Christ.

Cut to a year later at the end of 2016. My face is put back together. Getting used to fucking contacts, getting used to checking my emails for interview requests out of the wazoo for five-hundred documentaries and news sites, after her team’s paper on me came out. By all accounts, I’m looking good and so is the implant. She’s onto new volunteers, my appointments are getting passed to another doctor on her team and stretched out to semi-annuals. That should be the end of the story.

But, uh, couldn’t get her out of my head, frankly. Not for a lack of trying, either. By now, I was really amping the weights at gym to try to get my energy out. Quit the hippy cafe and lined up a new job in armed security. Did my registration for online classes at the community, for a Statistics program. Eventually, it’s like, I don’t know, two months, after the last time I saw her. Ethan drags me out to a bar. Ethan fucks off. I meet a girl, some rich one, named Valencia. We get to talking, for like, fifteen minutes. Next thing I know, I’m texting Ethan I’ll show up later and I spent the night at her place.

It’s fucking great, Valencia’s fucking great. But I’m texting Bri the next afternoon at Starbucks that I want to see her that goddamned night. She shoots me the address of another bar, says to bring friends. Naturally, that means I tag in Ethan and Esther. We show up, she has good ol’ Elena here.

Everyone clicks just like that. And that’s fucking great. Lots of material to work through, especially when Bri started going on about how she and Elena met; some wild case when she was a med. student and the Roma communities in the whole state were having outbreaks. Apparently Elena helped with her outreach a lot, a sort of guide between worlds. Then the two quiet girls started going on about their herb gardens, not to even mention all of the stupid military stories me and Ethan had. We hung out for a long ass while. Eventually, we’re all back at Bri’s place. And our BOI Ethan, here, finally communicates what’s up to you and Esther. So Esther ‘takes you two out to for fast food’ and out of our hairs.

Shit takes even shorter than Valencia. Bri locks the door, we fuck. Then I wake up in the morning, wake her up for another fuck. We sleep around, get some take-out for a late… brunch… hang out, I end up taking her with me to that huge football party Tim was hosting and meeting up with the whole friend group. Then it’s just straight back to her place for a repeat performance.

So, basically, it went from zero to like we had always been fucking dating. I practically moved in with her after the first two weeks. I know all of my stuff ended up in there by the fourth month. Then we put me on the lease entirely sometime during the seventh month when she was renewing it. It all flowed natural as shit too, I didn’t even know how ‘fast’ we were going ‘till about the third time I was throwing shit I needed into boxes to toss at Bri’s and Ethan called me the fuck out when he asked: I just said it’s convenient with how much closer to work she is.

And I know a lot of people were, and still do, giving me shit about it, or just about the whole relationship in general. Apparently we talk too hard at each other and act too casual for it to be serious. Looks like some sorta fling, especially considering our ‘differences’ as people put it. You know, racist people, or people who think I’m fucking stupid ‘cause I got a gun in the drawer.

But lemme just say that I think it takes some real fucking balls in a person, where the first time she ever woke up to me having a PTSD episode, is to slide her ass out of bed, rummage through my coat for my medication, and slap my benzos in front of me with leftover tea and a Crunch bar. All without a single word. It takes real balls, any other person, after getting that from her, is just a discount bitch.

It’s not all her pampering me, either. I realized quick she’s a ‘talker’ with her research. If she isn’t with one of us, she’s locked in the bedroom with a stack of journal articles and a Macbook talking off Luke’s ears like he can fucking bark back. So I started reading everything she had and really going over her team’s paper on me, plus whatever the fuck else her scholar databases had, and a lot of Dictionary.com. And, one weekend, she’s complaining to me over coffee and tea about her shit, I pop that shit right back at her, her jaw drops, she probably shits herself a little. And, from then on, I’m her new interactive rubber duck. And people think I’m fucking dumb.

I mean, not to mention all of the random shit I pay for that bitch, with all of the money I’ve been getting lately between disability, financial aid, and work.

So, we’re basically to the present now. There isn’t much detail to fill in after that besides that life is pretty fucking great and Bri is pretty fucking great, from then to now, the middle of Year of Our Lord, 2018. Which takes us to the crux of this whole ass speech I’ve been going on.

Now you two know my life-story. What I wanna know, now that we’re all open and drunk here, is your fucking thoughts on if I’d be making the best, or the worst, decision of my life if I asked her to hitch with me. I’ll be fucking real; I don’t fucking know what it’s like to make a good choice besides like, I don’t know, where to buy my graphics cards.”

I watch the two shitfaces in front of me process what the fuck I just said. Elena brightens like the Irish daisy she is, pressing her hands together, abso-fucking-lutely wiggling in her seat. Her purple scarf slides off the back of the chair in the process. Ethan is still stretched out across the whole damned table like he’s gonna pass out, with the dopiest smile stretching across his face, but as usual, he’s the ‘loud’ one of the two and starts to talk over Elena’s vague ‘Oh… oh…!’

“Dude? That’s… that’s great. That’s really fucking great. I… Man. Fucking, just fucking go for—”

“So are we just a homeless shelter now, or like, is this a reverse Alcoholics Anonymous?” The door slams shut, Luke is rushing off of the couch, and all four of us are just JEERING (barking) Bri’s name back at her, like it makes it fucking better that these idiots are still in the apartment.

“I was thinking homeless shelter and giving them the living room.”

“Cool. Maybe the floor’ll delay Ethan breaking his back another day.”

“Hey… hey, man. I ain’t that old.”

“Oh! Don’t say that - what if it does happen?”

Twiddle Gray and Twiddle Orange are both looking at me funny right now, considering what was cut into, and Bri is starting to pick that up as she’s putting her keys and shit away.

“So! What were you all talking about? Are you finally leaving me?”

“Food, actually. We were thinking that Himalayan place you like. They can eat the basic bitch shit, I was gonna grab us fried okra and tandoori.”

“I hope you aren’t expecting me to pick my ass up from the couch, now. That shit, ain’t happening. Long day working with by-the-book dunderfucks.”

The Twiddles give each a look, then, and then Ethan launches in.

“Nah… naaaaah. You know what? You sit there. You hang out. The three of us will walk down, sober up.”

“With how you made my fucking apartment smell, not sure if that’s gonna happen. But ‘kay. Have fun, leave me all alone. After I just came back from work. A l o n e.”

The three of us are already draining our waters and grabbing our jackets and wallets. I push Elena towards the door and Ethan is right after her as I shoot back at her,

“Shut the fuck up, you whiny bitch. Thirty minutes. You’d be spending it ignoring us and doing your shitty Buzzfeed quizzes anyway.”

“I mean - you’re right. But you’re still leaving me alone. Shit friends. Shit girlfriend,” she sighs, “What a shit life.”

Elena is the one pushing me through the door now by my arm, forcing me and Ethan’s fat asses into the hallway as she tries to assure Bri.

“It’ll be fast! I love you!” 

“Awh. That’s cute.”

The door slams shut.

[nervosa-nervoso]

...

I was 11 the first time I starved myself.

I'd been the fat kid all my life. I remember there was a boy named Sean in my 6th grade class, who I'd convinced myself I was in love with. Problem was, he was thin. That was the first time in my life that I felt worthless because I was fat.

In November of 2012, I started to get really sick. I didn't know what it was, but I was tired and I was vomiting constantly. Suddenly, the thought of a burger made me nauseous. This carried on into February of 2013, when I started missing school because of it. The doctor said I had mono. He gave me some meds, but not before letting me know that in the past month I had lost 20 pounds.

My breath hitched. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be now if he'd never told me.

By May, the mono was long gone, but I continued not eating. At one point, I hadn't been to school in two months. In that time, I went from being 150lb to 110lb. Sean didn't recognize me when I finally came back.

In January, I was 170 pounds and 5'2". By June, I was 95 pounds and 5'6".

My parents didn't bother enrolling me in school that year. I was sleeping at least 20 hours a day, my skin was basically see-through, I couldn't even walk in a straight line.

Over the summer, I'd fallen in love with a beautiful redhead in Arizona named Sabrina. She was the only person who knew what I was doing to myself and I held her close to my heart, and still do to this day. We started dating July 25, 2013.

October 25, 2013, she realized she was straight. October 26, 2013, I tried to kill myself for the first time. Unsuccessful, I was forced to confront a hard reality. Skinny didn't equal love. I could starve myself into the ground and she wouldn't ever love me. Not in that way at least. We stayed best friends.

I started eating again. It was subconscious more than anything. If I'd been aware of it, I wouldn't have let it happen. Before I knew it, it was August 2015 and I was 160lb, and a freshman in high school with a 6th grade education. The damage I'd done to my body had stuck around. I was in constant pain, which I played off as still being sick. At that point, I WAS sick. My parents thought I had fibromyalgia.

Upon seeing the numbers on the scale, I felt an unbearable amount of hatred for myself that I hadn't felt since I was 11. The difference was, I was too depressed to even find the motivation to starve myself. I flunked every class my first semester of high school and promptly dropped out. My life became nothing but Sabrina again. I was, needless to say, obsessed.

November of 2016 came around and Sabrina found herself a pretty (and skinny) boyfriend. A boyfriend who was uncomfortable with her being friends with an ex. I was immediately cut out of her life like a tumor. Blocked on everything, no way of contacting the girl I'd been infatuated with for nearly four years.

I tried to kill myself on January 19th, 2017. This time, I knew how to do it too. I hiked miles away from home on my chubby little legs, a bottle of 200 Vistaril in hand. My sister found me and I was taken to the ER. They transferred me to the adolescent psych ward hours later. After a week of being inpatient, they sent me to outpatient. The average stay there was about 2-3 weeks. I was there for four months.

After outpatient, I became close to a girl named Brooklyn. To this day, my best friend, but also the girl who introduced me to drugs. Specifically, cigarettes, weed, alcohol, and meth.

December 2nd, 2017, I did meth for the first time and promptly lost 7 pounds. I didn't eat for three days. Suddenly, I remembered how good hunger can feel.

Today's date is December 14th, 2017. I haven't kept down a meal in a week and I've lost 10 pounds in the past two weeks. I apologize if you thought this was a story about recovery. For a long time, I thought it was too.

Thank you for reading :)

[theyearoftheking]

Book Thirteen: Christine

Here’s the list of things I accomplished instead of reading Christine:

Watched To All The Boys 2: PS I Still Love You (adorable)

Re watched To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (still adorable)

Voluntarily worked out. Gross. 

Napped. A lot. Like mono, or narcoleptic levels of napping. Sooo much napping.

Perused all kinds of new adult/romance novels on Kindle Unlimited.

Downloaded several of them.

Felt guilty reading them instead of Christine.

Picked Christine back up.

Promptly took another nap. 

Wash, rinse, repeat. 

It’s crazy how I went from my new favorite Steve book, to my least favorite Steve book in about fifteen minutes. To put it mildly, Christine was the biggest pile of horseshit I’ve ever suffered through. And as someone who used to spend her summers at horse camp actually cleaning up horse shit, I know my shit. 

Christine is a corny, love-at-first-sight story between a boy and a junker car. Being married to a man who is happy driving a Kia Rio, this might as well be a foreign language novel. Arnie Cunningham sees Christine (a rotting 1958 Plymouth Fury) parked in Roland LeBay’s front yard and becomes obsessed in a single-minded way. He has to have her. Everyone around him, including his best friend Dennis tells him not to buy the car. But, of course Arnie buys the car. He becomes single-minded in his obsession with fixing up the car, and begins pushing people away from him, instead wanting to spend time with Christine. 

Shortly after Arnie purchases Christine, LeBay dies. Arnie and Dennis go to his funeral, and Dennis ends up having a long chat with Roland’s brother and finds out Roland’s daughter choked to death on a burger in the backseat of Christine; and his wife later committed suicide in the car. Oh, and Roland was a real asshole, and no one seems sad he’s dead. Bad juju, y’all. 

Arnie keeps working on Christine, and his personality starts changing. He keeps referring to people as “shitters” and he’s wearing a back brace... both things LeBay was guilty of doing. Dennis is low-key suspicious. But then Arnie gets a girlfriend; the beautiful and intelligent Leigh Cabot; and Dennis becomes low-key suspicious and jealous. Up until this point, Arnie was a nerd with horrible acne who girls didn’t pay attention to. But now his acne is clearing up, he’s looking older... and he’s snagged himself a girlfriend. Things are looking up for ‘ole Arnie.

Then shit gets crazy... anyone who insults Arnie or Christine; ends up meeting a violent end, courtesy of Christine, driven by the ghost of LeBay. And then Leigh chokes on a hamburger inside the car and almost dies, because LeBay has inhabited Arnie’s body, and he has no idea what the Heimlich maneuver is. Guys, I’m bored just typing up this review. This book was so repetitive... people wrong/insult/hurt Arnie and they end up as roadkill. Over, and over, and over again. Arnie continues slowly turning into an old man unable to pick up on a current cultural reference, and singly focused on his car. This just keeps going on and on and on until Dennis finally puts us (and Arnie) out of our misery when he uses a septic truck to crash Christine into tiny little pieces, and LeBay’s spirit tries to get back into Arnie’s body while he’s driving his mom’s station wagon, and he dies. The end. 

I’m just going to give Steve the benefit of the doubt, and assume he wrote this during his cocaine days. Because only someone high on drugs would think this is a quality book. Quite frankly, it’s a pile of (un)happy crappy. 

I even tried my hardest to look at the theme of obsession, and see if I could tie it back to our most modern obsession: our phones. Mine is sitting next to me as I type this, glaring at me very judgmentally. And on a certain level it works: social media and our phones impact our relationships the same way Christine impacted Artie’s relationship with Leigh. It can lead to feelings of neglect, jealousy, and abandonment. And maybe social media can even go insane, and run down thugs in the middle of the night. Okay, that was a stretch. Kind of like this whole book.

We did have one random Wisconsin reference, to Marquette University. The book is set in Pennsylvania, so I did a Google search, and there is no Marquette higher education institute in PA, so I’m claiming it as a WI reference. “Lenny stubbornly went about having the great year he needed to have if he was going to get the athletic scholarship to Marquette that he lusted after...” Go Lenny, I’m sure your parents are very proud of you. I keep pushing my daughter back into soccer in the hopes she’ll score an athletic scholarship. At this point I’d just better be saving up therapy money for the issues she’s going to have surrounding her Tiger Mother and soccer. 

One Dark Tower reference... two if you count the fact the villain is named Roland. I mean, this could be one of the other worlds other than his primary one. But I seriously hope not. Roland deserves better than a relationship with a murderous car. “We were like two reluctant gunslingers approaching each other.”  

God, I’m glad I’m done with this book. 

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 14

Total Dark Tower References: 9

Book Grade: D

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

Different Seasons: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

The Dead Zone: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Danse Macabre: B-

The Gunslinger

Firestarter: C+

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Christine: D

I wish I could say I’m pumped about my next book, but it’s Pet Sematary. Ugh. Double ugh. But I’m going to take a few deep breaths and remind myself The Talisman and an elementary martini are both waiting for me in just a few more reads. 

Oh and hey! Are you a fan of Steve like me? I highly recommend checking out ka-tet 19 for some sweet merch. I ordered a few pieces on Saturday, and was decked out in my Dark Tower awesomeness by Tuesday. Super fast shipping, and great quality products. My Gunslinger hoodie is really cozy. 

Until next time readers, Long Days & Pleasant Nights,

Rebecca

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#UnDíaComoHoy: 4 de diciembre en la historia

El 4 de diciembre es el día 338º día del año. Quedan 27 días para finalizar el año. Te presentamos una lista de eventos importantes que ocurrieron un día como hoy 4 de diciembre.

-1642: muere en París (Francia) Armand Jean du Plessis, quien pasó a la historia como el Cardenal Richelieu, cardenal y hábil político francés, que fomentó el absolutismo en Francia y sentó las bases para la grandeza del siglo XVII francés.

-1679: muere el filósofo empirista y político inglés Thomas Hobbes, célebre por su obra el “Leviathan o la esencia, forma y poderío de un estado religioso y civil”, apología del laicismo, en la que presentó al Estado civil desligado por completo de la Iglesia.

-1791: se publica el primer ejemplar de The Observer, el primer dominical de la historia.

-1795: nace Thomas Carlyle, historiador, crítico social y ensayista británico. El pensamiento y las obras de Carlyle renovaron la escritura anglosajona; suele señalarse entre sus méritos indudables el haber conseguido que sus compatriotas se interesasen al fin por la literatura y la filosofía alemanas, que habían denostado tanto, y perdieran parte de sus prejuicios sobre las mismas.

-1881: se publica por primera vez Los Angeles Times.

-1892: nace Francisco Franco militar y dictador español, integrante del Golpe de Estado en España de julio de 1936 contra el gobierno democrático de la Segunda República, que desembocó en la Guerra Civil Española. Fue investido como jefe supremo del bando sublevado el 1 de octubre de 1936, ejerciendo como jefe de Estado de España desde el término del conflicto hasta su fallecimiento en 1975, y como jefe de Gobierno entre 1938 y 1973.

-1942: nace Chris Hillman, cantante estadounidense (The Byrds).

-1944: nace Dennis Wilson, músico estadounidense de rock and roll conocido por ser miembro fundador y baterista de The Beach Boys. Era hermano de Brian y Carl y primo de Mike Love.

-1949: nace Jeff Bridges, actor, músico, productor, fotógrafo, dibujante, narrador y viticultor estadounidense ganador del premio Óscar, del Globo de Oro y del Premio del Sindicato de Actores.

-1954: en Miami, Florida, abre el primer Burger King.

-1956: Million Dollar Quartet (Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins y Johnny Cash) graban improvisación musical.

-1959: un mono regresa a la tierra sano y salvo después de estar a 55 millas en el espacio exterior. Antes de que se llevaran a cabo los vuelos espaciales tripulados por humanos, diversos animales, entre ellos los monos, fueron lanzados al espacio para investigar los efectos biológicos de una exploración espacial. En 1959, Sam, un macaco rhesus voló en un cohete Little Joe 2 dentro del Programa Mercurio, seguido por Miss Sam, también un macaco rhesus en un cohete Little Joe 1B.

-1964: nace Marisa Tomei, actriz de cine, teatro y televisión estadounidense. Tras su trabajo en As the World Turns, Tomei se hizo conocida como integrante del reparto de la secuela de The Cosby Show, A Different World, en 1987. Después de trabajar en un par de películas, su carrera se catapultó en 1992 con la comedia Mi primo Vinny, por la cual ganó el premio Oscar como mejor actriz de reparto. Habiendo actuado en varias películas a lo largo de los años, sus cintas más exitosas comercialmente son What Women Want (2000), Anger Management (2003) y Wild Hogs (2007).

-1969: el surfista Greg Noll cabalga sobre una ola de 20 metros en Oahu, la hazaña más grande jamás conseguida.

-1971: en Suiza se incendia el casino donde tocaba Frank Zappa, de esto Deep Purple se inspiró para la famosa Smoke on the Water. Deep Purple alquiló un estudio móvil para grabar su sexta placa (Machine Head) en Montreaux, Suiza. Instalaron todos los equipos e instrumentos en el edificio del Montreaux Casino para iniciar el trabajo de grabación. Paralelamente, Frank Zappa (y su banda The Mothers of Invention) ofrecía un concierto en este casino y durante la interpretación de King Kong, uno de los asistentes lanzó una luz de bengala, lo que hizo que el techo empiece a arder. Las llamas consumieron todo.

-1985: el camino de Santiago de Compostela es declarado Patrimonio de la Humanidad. Impresionante red de caminos que cubren toda Europa, siendo la famosa ciudad española de Santiago de Compostela el destino final de todo el recorrido. Desde la Edad Media, miles de peregrinos de todo el mundo recorren el Camino de Santiago de Compostela, que ha sido declarado Patrimonio de la Humanidad por la UNESCO. Su historia se remonta allá por el siglo IX, cuando descubrieron el sepulcro del apóstol Santiago el Mayor, el evangelizador de toda España. A partir de allí, la ciudad de Santiago de Compostela se ha convertido en el centro de peregrinación más importante de la Europa Medieval.

-1991: Pan Am, la principal aerolínea de los Estados Unidos se va a la bancarrota y deja de operar.

-1993: muere Frank Zappa, compositor, guitarrista, cantante, productor discográfico y director de cine estadounidense. Con una carrera de más de treinta años, Zappa compuso rock, jazz, blues, electrónica, música clásica y música concreta, entre otros. También trabajó como director de cine y de videoclips, y diseñó portadas de álbumes. Además, se encargó de la producción de los más de ochenta álbumes que grabó con The Mothers of Invention y en solitario. Muchos de sus álbumes son considerados esenciales en la historia del rock, y es reconocido como uno de los guitarristas y compositores más originales de su tiempo, siendo hoy en día una referencia para un gran número de artistas.

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12/16/19 9:24am - post emo karaoke, journey of a day alone talking to myself

I fucking love emo karaoke

I love going out and getting compliments and being called pretty. I love my bartender who cuts a few drinks off my tab because I sit outside and smoke cigs and talk with him.  I love people who ask if I’m in a band. I got invited to be in this couple’s band last night. Hope something happens with it lol. I love getting girls numbers even though I don’t really plan on hitting them up. I love boys complimenting my hair.

Last night was sweet. I keep not getting a full head to toe picture of my outfit which is annoying, but I have been getting filmed doing my songs every time. Maybe if I put enough on the internet someone will see me and think I deserve to be a singer like justin bieber lmfao. (shrug) I’m vain enough that I love watching myself. 

Got to hang with peter and his new gf susie. Hadn’t seen him in forever, that was sweet. Tried to bounce to Ruby afterward to make out with some non binary girl like last time I did emo karaoke but alas it was deader than dead. So I came back to the end of the emo show and ended up getting a ride home from some friends who gave me like 5 bags of milanos. fucking sweet.

I also flirted with the host of the event last night and asked her out and got her number but she’s emotionally unavailable unfortunately. And it seems like she’s very busy. But still gotta shoot that shot lmfao. 

This is my attempt to be productive. I’m sitting in bed naked. Well in a robe and slippers. Not watching the end of my anime though I might take a break soon. Trying to do as much productive shit as possible because I finally have a day to myself. It feels kinda nice, tbh. When you’re with someone all the time you don’t have a lot of time to just... sit. Kinda digging this idea of getting some space from jill a little more.

I’m gonna do a dumb arts and crafts project where I want to put some velour or fuzzy material on some socker boppers for bdsm cooldown I don’t know why but it’ll be funny.

Also I’m trying to research if silicone lube or oil based lube is better for long term butt plug wear but it’s hard to find the results I need.

Hm. Research is going well. Not on anything I ought to be looking into like my UXR but in general lol. Maybe I’ll check in later

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9:58am 

fuck I wish I still had that fabri tac. I don’t want to buy a new $10 bottle just for one project that seems excessive. Found a good alternative for pretty cheap though, hopefully that’ll work. Socker boppers project is go lol.

accidentally unplugged my laptop and started working on some flogging skills for a bit. Can’t figure out the hand pattern for florentine though, this calls for some youtube videos.

Also I realized I should totally just ask my gay buddies and pet play buddies at slosh tonight what kind of lube I should try out next. duh. Of course they’ll know better than some dumb website trying to push a product.

Gotta tumble dry some laundry real quick to fold these pants up. laundry is neverending blegh. Maybe I should do this week’s just to get ahead of it before the holidays? meh.

I wonder if I’ll look back on this and be like “wow it’s really neat seeing some nice stream of consciousness writing. I like being able to put myself back in that state of mind and really remember what my life was like” or if I’ll be like “wow this is the pedantic scribblings of a narcissistic bore” lmfao. I guess only time will tell. Maybe I’ll get killed by Trump 2020 neonazis for being a polyamorous pansexual democrat and they’ll go back and read this like it was the diary of anne frank and this will all just be part of the precursor like how they included some of anne’s boy stories. Are diaries really of any literary merit other than documenting something of historical significance? loliunno

hm. I wanted to improve my eye makeup but there’s really not all that much that I found you could do with just eyeliner. I kinda wanna get some pretty eye shadows but I’m not sure if I should do that in person or not. I still wanna look like that pretty trans girl in Euphoria sometime. 

Decided I’d throw away these Nori Maki snacks that I have from hawaii still. They were best by like october but they’re like sealed and they’re just rice crackers lol. But mmm seaweed wrapped rice crackers coated in this soy sauce shit? Soy sauce is just one of the best flavors on the planet I think. Does soy sauce compete with like pesto and hoisin as one of my favorite sauces? You don’t really think of it as a contender but yknow when you have some GOOOD soy sauce and it slaps a little bit? Idk how they make it or if they even do make it but they have this stuff in a little container at grand asia market and it tastes so much better than kikkoman. Like it’s richer or something. Yum. 

Maybe I’m just hungry lol. Getting the diet back on track is like 50-50. On one hand I took a nice fast day on saturday just ate some nuts and stuff, got some brie and salami to take to work to go for some super light and non-expensive days. But on the other hand last night I got sick of salami and cheese cuz i was drunk and ate a cookout burger and fries. I ordered fries for myself for the first time in months, blegh. 

Okay too much nori maki this has gotta go lol kinda makes my stomach feel weird. But good idea for a vehicle for soy sauce flavor lol.  I kinda want like... soy sauce gum right now.

Lol that’s enough about soy sauce.

______ 10:25am

Damn. My new cheetah ears came in. but they’re not really cheetah ears. They’ve got that yellow with the dots, but they’re way too long and pointy. Kinda would make for a nice fennec outfit or something I suppose, but definitely not for my kitty needs. I think I might have gone too hard on my 2nd+3rd tail+ears, and now everything is just gonna look shitty in comparison. The curse of balling out is you’ve gotta keep up the lifestyle 😹 But no matter. People call my leopard print cheetah all the time anyway, it looks close enough. Plus snow leopards and cheetahs both have rounded ears anyway. Which is something most people on etsy don’t seem to get lol everyone just makes triangles all the damn time. 

So that’s a bust. I’m so happy I can just throw money at stupid shit and not care about it like this. I wonder how crazy I’m gonna go if I DO end up working at google. Me? With ACTUAL amounts of disposable income? OwO Damn maybe I should start actually working. Nahhh not yet.

Gotta play with some magic the gathering shit really quick lmao.

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1:27pm

uhhhh I just played a lot of magic the gathering. I got 15 wins so cool? got up to gold? Idk if I have the determination to go all the way to mythic this month. Or any month. I wonder if I’m fundamentally winning less games or if I’m just not as excited? My win rate couldn’t have been THAT sick, could it? I guess there was the streaks of playing RDW and mono green where I would win 7-0 in a half hour. Those were good days lol. 

Hrm. I’m gonna procrastinate by moisturizing my hands now. Watching this guy play a cool dimir control deck, I could get behind playing something like that.

I guess it’s like I’m not a pleb for magic anymore, so I don’t feel motivated to unlock the cards. But I’m not rich anymore either, and I can’t just play every single deck I want because I got lazy with it. I gotta just maintain and try to unlock all the cards next set and get ahead of the game again. 👌🏻👌🏻

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Had a few delays with shipments this week because of the long weekend. Expecting things like the new Steel Panther, Hellyeah & Beth Hart very soon, but here is what arrived in the past 7 days.

New ones from Boy And Bear "Suck On Light", Mallrat "Driving Music", Kyle Lionhart "Too Young", Dwarves guitarist Hewhocannotbenamed & The Pink Lincolns have a split "Live!" LP, Samantha Fish "Kill Or Be Kind", The New Pornographers "In The Morse Code Of Brake Lights" and 75 Dollar Bill "I Was Real"

Reissues and Legacy releases from The Beatles "Abbey Road" with new 2019 mix and a box set with demos and outtakes. Alex Chilton, The Runaways and the soundtrack to the new documentary "Hitsville: The Story Of Motown" and it is great to have Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Live At Woodstock" back in stock.

75 Dollar Bill - I Was Real [2LP] Albert King - The Big Blues [LP] Alex Chilton - Memphis To New Orleans [LP] Alex Chilton - Songs From Robin Hood Lane [LP] Blue Cheer - Outsideinside [LP] Blue Cheer - Vincebus Eruptum (White) [LP] Boy And Bear - Suck On Light [LP] Cheap Nasties - Cheap Nasties [LP] Creedence Clearwater Revival - Live At Woodstock [2LP] Dead Milkmen - Welcome To The End Of The World [LP] Disco Junk - Underage Punk [7"] Elton John - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road [2LP] Grauzone - Eisbaer [12"] He Who Cannot Be Named / Pink Lincolns - Live! (Pic Disc) [LP] Hoodoo Gurus - Mach Schau [LP] Iggy Pop - Lust For Life [LP] Jack (Bongo) Burger - The End Of Bongos [LP] John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers - A Hard Road (White) [LP] (sold) Johnny Winter & Dr. John - Live In Sweden [LP] Kyle Lionhart - Too Young [LP] Lana Del Rey - Norman Fucking Rockwell (Green) [2LP] Mallrat - Driving Music [LP] Meg Mac - Hope [LP] Mel Henke - 77 Sunset Strip—per (White) [LP] Metallica - Death Magnetic [CD] (sold) Metallica - Hardwired To Self-Destruct (Deluxe) [3CD] (sold) Metallica - Master Of Puppets [LP] Negro Terror - The Voice Of Memphis [7"] Nirvana - Incesticide [2LP] Otis Redding - The Soul Album [LP] Primus - Pork Soda [2LP] Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody OST [2LP] Russian Circles - Blood Year [LP] Samantha Fish - Kill Or Be Kind [LP] Scott Morgan's Powertrane - Ann Arbor Revival Meeting [2LP] Spiderbait - Ivy & The Big Apples [LP] Ten Years After - Stonedhenge (Mono) [LP] The Beatles - Abbey Road (Anniversary Edition) [3LP Box] The Beatles - Abbey Road (Anniversary Edition) [LP] The Beatles - Let It Be [LP] The Chats - Get This In Ya [CD] The Felice Brothers - Undress [LP] The Meters - Zony Mash (Blue) [LP] The New Pornographers - In The Morse Code Of Brake Lights [LP] The Offspring - The Offspring [LP] The Runaways - Queens Of Noise [LP] The Runaways - The Runaways [LP] The Trashmen - Surfin' Bird [LP] Various - Hitsville: The Making Of Motown [LP] Various - Skinhead Hits The Town 1968—1969 [LP]

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Singapore is one of our favourite places in Asia and we’ve visited many times. This island nation, that’s both a city and a country, is an easy introduction to the continent as it’s clean, efficient, and English is widely spoken. There’s plenty to do, a fascinating culture, and lots of delicious food.

This ultimate Singapore itinerary is ideal for first-time visitors to the city and will take you to unique neighbourhoods that highlight Singapore’s multicultural heritage.

You’ll see a wide variety of architecture from colourful traditional shophouses to futuristic skyscrapers, visit some fun attractions, and have time for many tasty meals along the way.

Three days in Singapore is a good amount of time to get an overview of the city and see the highlights, but you could easily spend a week here.

If you only have one day in Singapore, then pick and choose your favourite activities from the itinerary below—I recommend focusing on the Marina Bay area as it’s so unique. If you have four days or more, I have included additional suggested activities at the end of the post.

Prices quoted below are in Singapore dollars. The current exchange rate is S$1 = 0.73 USD, 0.60 GBP and 1.07 AUD.

Where to Stay in Singapore

The Best Neighbourhoods to Stay in Singapore

Choosing a central area to stay will help you make the most of your time in the city. I recommend finding a hotel in one of these areas which are all convenient for this Singapore itinerary:

Marina Bay – Fantastic views, beautiful riverfront area, close to top Singapore attractions like Gardens by the Bay, expensive.

Bugis – Convenient location between Marina Bay and the Kampong Glam and Little India neighbourhoods. We stayed here on our most recent visit and could walk to most places on this itinerary. Budget and luxury accommodation available.

Chinatown – Good value hotels not too far from Marina Bay.

Orchard Road – A good option if you want to be close to shopping malls and embassies (we’ve gotten visas for Thailand and Indonesia here). The Singapore Botanic Gardens are close by, but it’s less convenient for the other areas in this itinerary.

Recommended Hotels in Singapore

Andaz Singapore, Bugis

Andaz Singapore is our new favourite place to stay in Singapore. This hip hotel is in the perfect location just a few minutes’ walk from trendy Haji Lane and the traditional architecture of Kampong Glam.

Little India and the Colonial District are also walkable and Marina Bay is a 30-minute walk or two stops on the MRT (the hotel is connected to Bugis station).

Our room at Andaz Singapore

We loved the spacious, stylish rooms with fantastic city views from the floor to ceiling windows, free minibar, and all the mod cons like a Nespresso machine. The bed was so comfortable it was hard to leave.

A view of the Singapore Flyer, Gardens by the Bay and Marina Bay Sands from the infinity pool at Andaz Singapore

The views from the infinity pool and rooftop bar (which features cool teepees) are also stunning.

You can help yourself to complimentary hot and cold non-alcoholic drinks and snacks in the Sunroom all day. Our room rate didn’t include breakfast, but we preferred ordering room service anyway or there are many cafes nearby.

Check the latest prices at Andaz Singapore here. 

Treetops Executive Residences, Orchard Road

We stayed at Treetops for a family reunion earlier in the year and loved it. The one and two bedroom apartments have a four-night minimum stay, so it’s good for longer trips, especially for families.

The apartments are spacious and comfortable and have everything you need to self-cater, but a buffet breakfast is included in the rate. There’s a lovely large pool surrounded by tropical vegetation.

Marina Bay Sands

Marina Bay Sands is the ultimate splurge—Singapore’s most famous hotel features the world’s largest rooftop infinity pool. Expect crowds and high prices, but the views might just be worth it. We haven’t stayed here yet, but we are tempted. 

Budget Accommodation

There are plenty of hostels and capsule hotels in the Bugis and Kampong Glam area such as Beary Best and ZEN Hostel Bugis.

Chinatown is a good area to look for budget hotels. The Bohemian Chic is a well-reviewed, stylish hostel and Hotel Mono has attractive ensuite double rooms. 

Search for more hotels in Singapore here. 

Airbnb also has affordable private rooms and apartments throughout the city. 

Singapore Transport

While walking around Singapore we’ve discovered cool streets like Armenian Street

Singapore is easy to get around. It’s a walkable city and we always find gems when we’re on foot, but the heat makes walking exhausting (and sweaty) in the middle of the day.

Save your energy by hopping on the clean, efficient, and inexpensive MRT metro. You can buy tickets as you go or purchase an ez-link card for S$12 which includes S$7 credit. Most trips are only S$1–2.

You could also consider a Singapore Tourist Pass which costs S$30 for unlimited rides for three days (with a $10 refundable deposit). 

Another easy option for getting around is the Grab app (there’s no Uber here) which makes it easy to call a taxi. Short rides cost around S$10.

We use Google Maps for walking or public transport directions.

Singapore’s Changi Airport is one of the best in the world so allow time before your flight to explore the various gardens and attractions. You can get the MRT to/from the airport but we find it easier to get a taxi which costs about S$15–20 to Bugis.

The Best Time to Visit Singapore

You can visit Singapore at any time of year.

We have travelled to Singapore in many different months and the weather is always the same—hot, very humid, lots of clouds, and often short rain showers (which are usually quite refreshing).

It has the least amount of seasonal variation of anywhere we’ve ever visited, so I wouldn’t let the weather influence your decision on when to visit. 

Check for local holidays and festivals when you are planning your trip to Singapore. There is often a vibrant event to enjoy like Chinese New Year in January or February or Diwali in Little India in October or November. 

Map for Singapore Itinerary 3 Days

This Singapore map has all the recommended sights for this itinerary. Activities for each day are pinned with a different colour—Day 1 in blue, Day 2 in red, and the various options for Day 3 in green.

Singapore Itinerary Day 1: Colonial District and Gardens by the Bay

National Museum of Singapore

The National Museum of Singapore (S$15) is a great introduction to the history of the city and will give you an understanding of its multicultural roots. It’s housed in an elegant Neo-Palladian building dating back to 1887 with a towering Indian rubber tree outside. 

I recommend starting on the second floor at the Glass Rotunda. The Story of the Forest exhibit was created by the Japanese digital arts collective teamLab and brings drawings of the Malay Peninsulas’s jungle and wildlife to life.

It’s a unique exhibition and will lead you down to the first floor where you can work your way through the history of Singapore.

We spent about two hours here but still didn’t see all the exhibitions.

If you’d prefer to learn about the city’s history from a guide rather than a museum, you could take this Singapore’s Old Colonial District Walking Tour instead. 

Transport: We walked from the Andaz Singapore Hotel in Bugis (20 minutes). The nearest MRT station is Bencoolen Station on the Downtown line.

Explore the Colonial District

The National Museum is located in Singapore’s Colonial District so after your visit you could take a stroll through the area and visit 150-year-old St Andrew’s Cathedral and Fort Canning Park.

One of the top Singapore tourist spots is also nearby. The Long Bar in the historic Raffles Hotel is where the Singapore Sling cocktail was invented and peanut shells are brushed onto the floor. We’ve still not been as it’s expensive and touristy, but if it’s on your bucket list, go for it!

One of our favourite places to stop for a cake break is Fabulous Baker Boy on the edge of Fort Canning Park.

For lunch you could head to the Raffles City shopping mall food court (these are always a good, inexpensive option in Singapore) or walk down to Boat Quay (about 20 minutes) for a meal overlooking the river.

We like the burgers at Hans im Glück (with a wide variety of veggie options) and tapas at My Little Spanish Place or there’s plenty of seafood on offer. Here are some more ideas on where to eat at Boat Quay. 

Burgers with a view at Hans im Gluck at Boat Quay

Gardens by the Bay

Waterfall in the Cloud Forest dome at Gardens by the Bay

Gardens by the Bay is one of the best places to visit in Singapore and is my number one must-see for any trip to the city. Try to avoid visiting on weekends if possible as it gets very busy. 

You’ll want to time your visit to the gardens so that you’ll be finished by just before sunset as this area is attractive after dark. If you arrive by around 2 or 3pm you should have plenty of time.

The extensive outdoor gardens are free, but at this time of day you’ll probably be eager to get inside and the paid conservatories are superb.

Both climate-controlled domes—the Flower Dome and the Cloud Forest—are worth visiting, but if you have limited time, choose the Cloud Forest which is the most unique and features a large waterfall. A combined ticket is S$28.

You can save 18% off the entrance price and skip the ticket queue by buying your Gardens by the Bay tickets online at Voyagin. 

Transport: Gardens by the Bay is a 30-minute walk from the Colonial District or the nearest MRT station is Bayfront on the Downtown and Circle lines.

Marina Bay Sands Sunset Cocktail

Sunset view from CÉ LA VI SkyBar at Marina Bay Sands

Marina Bay Sands is Singapore’s most iconic building. Three 55-storey towers are topped by a boat-shaped structure that features the famous infinity pool, gardens, and an observation deck. The building houses a hotel and many shops and restaurants.

Before sunset I recommend heading to Marina Bay Sands for an amazing view from the top as the sun goes down and the city’s skyscrapers light up.

I think it’s better value to pay for a drink at the CÉ LA VI SkyBar (minimum spend S$22) than pay S$23 for the Sands SkyPark Observation Deck. Sunset times vary from 6.50pm to 7.20pm depending on the time of year.

Last time we visited on a Sunday there was a long queue to get up, so allow time for this and consider making a reservation if you’d like a seated table (standing tables are on a first come, first served basis).

Note that the bar has a dress code from 6 pm—no swimwear, singlets, sleeveless shirts, and flip-flops are allowed for men. There is no dress code on Mondays, Tuesdays and Sundays.

If you want to swim in the famous infinity pool, you’ll have to stay at Marina Bay Sands.

Transport: It’s about a 10-minute walk from Gardens by the Bay to Marina Bay Sands.

Supertrees Light Show

The Supertrees and OCBC Skyway during the light show with Marina Bay Sands in the background

Once darkness has fallen head back down to Gardens by the Bay to my favourite part—the Supertree Grove. These futuristic trees are 25 to 50 metres tall with steel trunks covered in orchids, ferns, and climbing tropical flowers. Many of the trees generate solar power and collect rainwater.

The Supertrees are best seen lit up at night and the free Garden Rhapsody light and sound show takes place at 7.45pm and 8.45pm every day. 

You can also get up close to the large canopies on the 22-metre-high OCBC Skyway. If you bought Gardens by the Bay tickets online with Voyagin this is included in the price; otherwise it’s $8SGD (last admission 8pm).

Satay by the Bay is the best place in the area for a quick, inexpensive dinner. The large, open-air food court features local specialities like satay, chicken rice, and BBQ seafood.

As vegetarians we head to the Indian stall for a masala dosa (crispy rice flour pancake stuffed with potato curry) which only costs S$3. It’s a 10-minute walk from the Supertree Grove.

There’s lots more to do in the Marina Bay area at night. I’ve put the rest in the itinerary for Day 2, but if you are feeling keen, you could continue on to explore more of the area including Clarke Quay and the Singapore Flyer.

Transport: The nearest MRT station is Bayfront on the Downtown and Circle lines.

Day 2: Exploring Singapore’s Multicultural Heritage and Marina Bay at Night

Singapore is a multicultural city and the three largest ethnic groups are Chinese, Malay, and Indian. On your second day in Singapore explore three of Singapore’s distinct ethnic neighbourhoods.

Little India

Tan Teng Niah in Little India

Little India is home to Singapore’s Indian community and is a vibrant, bustling place that really does remind us of India with its smells of incense and sounds of Bollywood music.

In Little India you can:

Explore the colourful wooden shophouses.

Visit the extravagant Sri Veeramakaliamman Hindu Temple.

Take photos of Tan Teng Niah, a vibrant Chinese villa built in 1900.

Shop at the lively Tekka Centre and Mustafa Centre (open 24 hours).

Eat cheap South Indian food at one of the many vegetarian restaurants like Komala Vilas. Try a masala dosa (rice flour pancake stuffed with curry) or a thali where mounds of rice and curries are served on a banana leaf.

Witness the colourful kavadi procession if you visit during the Thaipusam Hindu Festival in January or February. Some devotees pierce their bodies and tongues with spikes.

Devotee at the Thaipusam Festival

Transport: Little India is walkable from the Bugis area (where we stayed) or take the Downtown or North East MRT line to Little India station.

Kampong Glam

Haji Lane

Kampong Glam is Singapore’s Muslim and Arab neighbourhood. It’s Singapore’s oldest urban quarter—in 1822 it was allocated by Sir Stamford Raffles (the founder of the city) to the Malay and Arab communities.

There are some lovely colourful shophouses, mosques, and a hipster scene with trendy cafes and bars.

In Kampong Glam you can:

See the golden domes of Sultan Mosque.

Learn about the Malay community in the Malay Heritage Centre (S$6).

Shop in the funky boutiques and admire the street art on Haji Lane.

Listen to live music at one of the pavement bars on Haji Lane in the evenings.

Transport: It takes about 15 minutes to walk between Little India and Kampong Glam or take the MRT Downtown line to Bugis.

Chinatown

Chinatown was once home to Singapore’s Chinese immigrant community, but it’s now a mix of cultures with historic temples and trendy cafes. It’s the only Chinatown in the world with a Buddhist temple, mosque, and Hindu temple on one street.

In Chinatown you can:

Visit the beautiful Buddha Tooth Relic Temple (Buddhist).

Compare it to the Thian Hock Keng Temple (Taoist).

See the oldest Hindu temple in Singapore, Sri Mariamman.

Learn about Singapore’s earliest immigrants at the Chinatown Heritage Center (S$18).

Grab a bite to eat at one of the open-air eateries on Chinatown Food Street (from 11am–11pm) or Maxwell Hawker Centre.

Eat vegetarian Peranakan dishes at nearby Whole Earth.

Experience lively Chinese New Year celebrations if you visit at the right time (usually January/February).

Transport: Take the MRT Downtown line from Bugis to Chinatown station.

Riverside and Marina Bay Walk

It’s worth spending two nights at the Marina Bay area as there’s lots to see. On the second night, I recommend taking a walk along the Singapore River, which is one of my top things to do in Singapore at night when it’s cooler and the skyline views are fantastic.

This walk takes about 40 minutes plus stops (there are lots of photo opportunities).

If you don’t want to walk, you could take a Singapore River Cruise on a bumboat from Clarke Quay (40 minutes, S$25). If you book the river cruise in advance with Voyagin you can save money. 

Start the walk in Clarke Quay and continue through Boat Quay—both have lots of bars and restaurants overlooking the water. It’s a little touristy but fun and the views are superb.

The view from Boat Quay

Continue down the river past Fernando Botero’s Bird sculpture and the grand Fullerton Hotel to the Merlion fountain.

This iconic statue has the body of a fish and the head of a lion that shoots water from its mouth. The body symbolises Singapore’s humble origins as a fishing village and the head represents its original name Singapura or Lion City in Malay.

From this area you can see Spectra, a free light and water show that takes place every night at 8pm and 9pm (also at 10pm on Fridays and Saturdays). This side of the bay will give you a view of the colourful laser beams projecting from Marina Bay Sands. 

Spectra light show from the Merlion fountain 

You could also try to see a later show on the other side of the bay in front of Marina Bay Sands for a different perspective. You’ll be able to see the projections on water from the seating area outside The Shoppes (the shopping mall at Marina Bay Sands).

From Merlion cross over the Esplanade Bridge to the Esplanade Outdoor Theatre where there are often free performances.

The view from the other side of the Esplanade Bridge

If you are hungry, the Makansutra Gluttons Bay food court is next to the Esplanade.

A little further down the river is the impressive Helix Bridge which connects to Marina Bay Sands, so cross over here if you want to catch the light show from that side.

The Helix Bridge takes you to Marina Bay Sands

Or continue a little further along the river to the Singapore Flyer to take your Singapore sightseeing up high.

Transport: From Chinatown it’s a 15-minute walk to Clarke Quay or take the MRT Downtown line to Fort Canning station or the North East line to Clarke Quay.

Singapore Flyer

A ride on this huge observation wheel takes 30 minutes and costs S$33. I wasn’t sure it was worth it at first, but once we reached the top (at 165 metres) and started descending, the view was truly spectacular.

You can see Marina Bay Sands, Gardens by the Bay, downtown skyscrapers, and the whole of the Bay.

Transport: I recommend walking here along the river, but to get back to your hotel the nearest MRT station is Promenade on the Downtown and Circle lines.

Day 3: Universal Studios Singapore or Shopping and Gardens

On your final day in Singapore you can choose the activity that interests you most. If you are a theme park fan, like us, I recommend a visit to Universal Studios Singapore on Sentosa Island.

If rides aren’t your thing, you might prefer shopping in the malls on Orchard Road and visiting the nearby Botanic Gardens. I’ve included some other suggestions below.

Universal Studios Singapore

Battlestar Galactica roller coaster at Universal Studios Singapore

Universal Studios Singapore is a fun day out with a wide variety of movie-themed rides and attractions. It’s not a huge park so if you arrive at the 10am park opening (which I recommend to avoid the crowds), you can be done by mid-afternoon and be back at your hotel for a much-needed refreshing swim.

Our favourite rides are Battlestar Galactica, a duelling roller coaster (ride both sides!); The Revenge of the Mummy, a fast roller coaster in the dark with some surprises; Transformers, an intense 3D experience; Jurassic Park, a fun water ride; and Waterworld, a live show with impressive stunts.

Read our guide to the best Universal Studios Singapore rides for more details and tips on avoiding long queues.

We always buy e-tickets in advance to avoid the queues and because you can save from 5% to 20% by booking here with Voyagin. Full price adult tickets are S$79.

Transport: Take the MRT to HarbourFront station and connect to the Sentosa Express monorail to Waterfront station, which is a short walk from the park. The monorail is a little more expensive than standard MRT rides (S$5 return), but you can use your MRT card to get straight on. The journey will take about 30 minutes from Bugis.

Alternatively, take the cable car to Sentosa Island to enjoy the view. From HarbourFront MRT station, ride the cable car to Imbiah, then take the Sentosa Express monorail one stop to Waterfront station. Voyagin offers discounts on Universal and Cable Car packages.

Singapore Botanic Gardens and Orchard Road Shopping

ION Orchard mall

Shopping fans might prefer to head to the Orchard Road area instead for a day of shopping in the many (blissfully air-conditioned) malls.

Not far from Orchard Road are the Singapore Botanic Gardens, which date back to 1859 and are a UNESCO World Heritage Site. 

These extensive gardens are a lovely place for a stroll, but due to the heat it’s best to visit in the early morning or late afternoon. When we stayed on Orchard Road I liked running here at dawn. I recommend starting your day here and shopping in the afternoon.

The gardens are open from 5am to midnight every day and entrance is free to most of the gardens. There is a S$5 fee for the National Orchid Garden which opens from 8.30am (last entry 6pm)—there are 1000 species and 2000 hybrids on display.

The futuristic-looking ION Orchard mall is one of the most popular on Orchard Road with everything from luxury brands to high street fashion. All the malls have food courts for inexpensive local dishes and there are plenty of restaurants in the area. 

Transport: Take the MRT to the Botanic Gardens MRT Station on the Downtown and Circle lines. From here to Orchard Road you could walk, but if you are feeling the heat, take a taxi or the MRT from Botanic Gardens to Newton on the Downtown line and change to the North South line to get to Orchard MRT station, which is next to ION Orchard mall.

Other Things to Do in Singapore

If theme parks and shopping don’t interest you, choose from one of these other Singapore activities:

Future World Exhibition at ArtScience Museum, Marina Bay – The Japanese arts collective teamLab created this cutting-edge interactive digital installation which will immerse you in various magical worlds. We went to their exhibition in Tokyo and it really is unique. Entry is at set times and it’s best to book in advance. Voyagin currently has a 32% discount on e-tickets. 

TreeTop Walk in MacRitchie Reservoir – For a taste of the jungle and a peaceful escape from the city, head to this nature reserve where you can hike on nature trails including a free-standing suspension bridge which gives you a bird’s eye view of the forest canopy.

National Gallery Singapore – A large collection of Southeast Asian art in a beautiful historic building in the heart of the Civic District. 

Singapore Zoo and Night Safari – These aren’t really our thing (we prefer seeing animals in the wild), but they are popular Singapore tourist attractions.

Singapore is a unique place with diverse neighbourhoods, fun attractions, and delicious food. I hope this Singapore travel guide has helped you plan your trip and feel free to ask any questions in the comments below.

If you are combining a trip to Singapore with Bali, check out our posts on the best things to do in Ubud (our favourite town in Bali) and our off-the-beaten-track Bali road trip. I’ve also written about how to get a 60-day Indonesian tourist visa in Singapore.

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7Testamos uma consola que tem sido muito popular nos últimos meses, cujo design é muito parecido com um Game Boy da década de 90 da Nintendo.

Deste modo, estamos assim a falar da Retro FC 168 in 1. Esta consola de jogos ronda os 13 a 20 euros e tem 168 jogos clássicos da NES (Nintendo Entertainment System).

Felizmente, tivemos oportunidade de a testar e vale, sem dúvida alguma, o preço que pedem pela mesma.

Assim, tem boa qualidade tendo em conta o preço pedido. Os jogos incluídos nesta são os clássicos da NES e em termos de jogabilidade é tal e qual a do Game Boy, mas com uma melhor resolução e a cores.

Unboxing e Review ao Retro FC 168 em 1

Contudo, para melhor demonstrar esta consola fizemos o unboxing e review, jogando alguns dos jogos clássicos, tais como o Super Mário, Contra, Battle Tank, Popeye, Pac-Man e Dig-Dug.

Super Mário Bros

Super Mário Bros

Contra

Contra

PAC-MAN

Popeye

Dig-Dug

Battle Tank 1990

Assim, convidamos-te assim a veres o nosso vídeo de unboxing e análise (review) à mesma.

Se gostares do vídeo, agradecemos que faças um “Like”. Se gostas de tecnologia e queres ver mais vídeos como este, subscreve e carrega no “sininho” para seres notificado sempre que publicarmos um novo vídeo.

Resumidamente, ao fazeres isso, ajudas-nos a criar mais conteúdo idêntico a este.

Especificações Gerais

Ecrã: TFT 3″

Língua: Inglês

Som: Mono

Autonomia: 6 horas

Bateria: 600 mAh (Nokia BL-5C)

Saída: Audio e Video (permite ligação à TV)

Jogos: 168 jogos

Peso: 100g

Conteúdo: 1 x consola; 1 x manual em Inglês; 1 x Cabo AB, 1 x Cabo mini-USB

Lista de jogos incluídos

Super Mario Bros.

Super Mario Bros. 3

Super Mario World

Super Mario 14

Super Mario Bros 6

Dr. Mario

Mario Bros.

Mario Is Missing

Mario’s Time Machine

Super Mario Bros.2

Snow Bros

Tetris

Cross Fire

Aladdin 3

GI Joe

Mega Man 3

Bubble Bubble Part 2

Tmnt2

ADVENTURE ISLANDND 2

Angry Bird 2

CHIP DALE 2

Contra

Contra force

DOUBLE DRAGON 3

JackieChan

Little Nemo-Dream Master

Mighty Final Fight

Mitsume Ga Tooru

Moster in my pocket

Ninja Gaiden 3

Plants Vs Zombies

Pocket Monster

Power Blade 2

Spider Man

SUPER CONTRA

Tom & Jerry

World Cup

CRAZY CASTLE

Pac-Mania

World Cup Soccer

1942

ADVENTURE ISLANDND

Adventures of Dino Riki

Adv of Lolo

Adv of Lolo 2

Angry Bird

Angry bird 3

ARKANOID

ASTRO ROBO SASA

BABEL

E ainda… (jogos do Retro FC 168 in 1) 50-100

Badminton

BENTHAL

B-Wings

Dig Dug 2

ELEVATOR ACTION

Exed exes

F1-Race

FLIPULL

GOONIES

GRADIUS

GYRODINE

Gyruss

Hello Kitty

Ice Hockey

KUNG FU

Mickey Mouse

MS Pac-Man

MUSIC MOMENT

Onyanko Town

Penguin Kun Wars

POOYAN

Pro Wrestling

Route 16 Turbo

Seicross

SLALOM

Soccer

Solomon’s Key

Son Son

SPELUNKER

Super Chinese

Track Field

Transformers

TwinBee

VOLGUARD 2

Volleyball

Wrecking Crew

10 yard fight

4 mahjong

antarctic advent

ARABIAN

balloon fight

Baseball

Battle city

Battle city 2

Billiard

BINARY LAND

Bird Week

Black white chess

BOMBER MAN

Bomb Sweeper

E ainda… (jogos do Retro FC 168 in 1) 101-150

Box world

Brush roller

BURGER TIME

Chack’n pop

CIRCUS CHARLIE

City connection

Clu clu lan

CONTE ENEGY

DEFENER II

Deflower

Devil world

Dig Dug

Donkey Kong

Donkey Kong 3

Donkey Kong Jr.

Donkey Kong Jr math

Door door

Excitebike

Exerion

Field combat

Formation 2

FRONT LINE

GALAGA

GALAXIAN

Glommy chress

Golf

Gomoku

Hyper olympic

Hyper sports

Ice climber

Ikki

Jewelry

Joust

Karateka

Levin action

Lode Runner

Lode Runner2

Lunar Ball

Macross

Mahjong

Mappy

MILLIPEDE

Muscle

Nibbles

Night arrow

Ninja kun

NUTS MILK

Othello

Pacman

Pinball

E ainda… (jogos do Retro FC 168 in 1) 151-168

Poker

Popeye

Pyramid

Raidon bungeling

ROAD FIGHTER

Sky destroyer

Small mario

Space et

STAR FORCE

Star gate

Tank a 1990

Tennis

UFO race

Urban Champion

Warpman

Wrestle

Yie ar kung fu

Zippy race

Conclusão

Em suma, é uma Excelente prenda para este Natal. Aliás, principalmente para adultos que nasceram entre os anos 70 e 80, pois fará recordar os tempos de infância / juventude.

Assim damos 5 estrelas pela qualidade preço, recomendando vivamente este produto…

Onde comprar?

Todavia, apesar de já a termos visto em território nacional, os melhores preços continuam a ser na GearBest e BangGood.

Deixo aqui o link para a GearBest.

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