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korikart · 2 years ago

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Korean Beauty Products In India

K-beauty products are known for their emphasis on hydration, nourishment, and achieving a healthy, radiant complexion. K-beauty include moisturization, glow, dewy, brightening, and anti-aging. These products often contain ingredients like snail mucin, green tea, and centella asiatica, which provide nourishing and rejuvenating properties. The skincare routine typically involves multiple steps, including double cleansing, exfoliation, and the use of essences and serums.

Here is a list of Korean beauty products in India that will help your skin feel healthy and youthful .

MUSTAEV

MustaeV foundations and concealers are formulated to provide excellent coverage while still looking natural on the skin. They offer a range of shades to match various skin tones, ensuring that everyone can find their perfect match. This products are known for their long-lasting formula, helping to create a flawless complexion that lasts throughout the day.

They also pays attention to the quality of their makeup brushes. They offer a selection of brushes made from high-quality synthetic fibers or natural hair. These brushes are designed to help with precise application and blending, ensuring that users can achieve professional-looking results. MustaeV is dedicated to providing makeup products that combine exceptional quality, performance, and aesthetics.

GINGER6

Ginger6 is a cosmetics brand known for its high-quality korean beauty products. Hanamoa was established in 2018 to make healthier and more honest cosmetics. And after a year of research, he launched a cosmetic product which brand name is ‘Ginger6’.

As you might know, Ginger is a good ingredient for body and skin, as it is referred to as a “Gift from God’s” for ginger in Ayurveda an ancient medicine book in India.

And Ginger is one of the superfoods recognized in Asia, Europe, and America all over the world.

He makes very special ginger extracts using their own patents which is developed by Choong-ang university industrial research center. And he use this special ginger extract when they develop our cosmetic products.

BLESSED MOON

The enterprising CEO of the cosmetics startup the Blessed Moon, Eunbin Moon is a make-up enthusiast. Her love to carry all essential makeup in her bag using some DIY kits inspired her idea for the startup. Since the launch of its brand in 2018, BLESSED MOON has been growing fast.

BLESSED MOON, Korean Skincare Brand, Expands Into Global Markets With Vitamin Eye Cream ‘Eye Kit’. BUSAN, South Korea–(BUSINESS WIRE)–BLESSED MOON (CEO: Eun Bin Moon), a popular skincare brand in Korea, expands into overseas markets with its vitamin eye cream ‘Eye Kit’.

Consisted of an eye cream ‘Eye Kit’, a moisture cream ‘Water Kit’ and a cleansing foam ‘Clean Kit’, the flagship Vita Kit line products can sufficiently supply fresh vitamins to skin as they are contained in capsule containers of a new concept that help vitamins less corrupt. Containing 5 different vitamins, including Vitamin A, B, C, E and P, that are good for skin, Eye Kit delivers a super antioxidant effect. Having earned popularity with only customer reviews, Eye Kit is widely recognized in Korea for its compact design and definite effects.

IT’S SKIN

They offers a wide range of skincare products designed to address specific skin needs. These include cleansers, toners, serums, essences, moisturizers, masks, and sunscreens. The brand formulates its products with a focus on using high-quality ingredients and innovative technologies.

It can improve the texture and appearance of your skin while protecting it from the effects of the sun, pollutants, and other problems that can also have a negative impact on your health. These products are made with natural ingredients and a deep-acting hyaluronic acid, which help replenish moisturize and revitalize the skin’s outer layers. They help your skin look younger and suppler while minimizing the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles.

It’s Skin offers a range of korean beauty products as well. This includes foundations, primers, BB creams, lip tints, eyeshadows, and more. The makeup products from It’s Skin are known for their quality and ability to enhance natural beauty. It’s Skin is recognized for its affordable yet effective skincare and cosmetics products.

MISSHA

Missha is a well-known South Korean skincare and cosmetics brand that has gained international recognition for its high-quality products. Established in 2000, They offers a wide range of skincare, makeup, and beauty tools to cater to various needs and preferences.

This is famous for using all-natural, sustainable, and cruelty-free ingredients that are safe for all skin types, including its lineup for the best sunscreen in the market. These include cleansers, toners, essences, serums, moisturizers, masks, and sunscreens.

It is also renowned for its makeup products. They offer a wide range of foundations, BB creams, cushions, concealers, blushes, eyeshadows, mascaras, and lip products. Missha’s makeup products often feature lightweight and long-lasting formulas that help create a natural and flawless look.

Missha is recognized for its comprehensive range of skincare, makeup, and beauty tools that combine effective formulations with reasonable pricing. It has become a popular choice for those seeking high-quality Korean beauty products.

SKINFOOD

Skinfood is a well-known South Korean skincare and cosmetics brand that was founded in 1957. The brand takes a unique approach to beauty by incorporating food ingredients into their formulations, aiming to provide nourishment and vitality to the skin.

It was the first cosmetic brand to root itself in food. The brand believes that nutritive food results in nutritive beauty for healthy, beautiful skin. Skinfood’s food-focused philosophy drives their product development to ensure that only the highest quality edible ingredients are used. This creates a more beautiful, healthier lifestyle.

Skinfood offers a diverse range of skincare products for different skin concerns. Their product lineup includes cleansers, toners, essences, serums, moisturizers, masks, and sunscreens. These products are formulated to target specific needs such as hydration, brightening, anti-aging, and soothing.

SUNTIQUE

Suntique is a Korean skincare brand that specializes in sun care products. The brand focuses on developing high-quality sunscreens that provide effective protection against harmful UV rays while offering additional skincare benefits.

Suntique also pays attention to texture and finish, offering sunscreens with lightweight, non-greasy formulas that absorb easily into the skin. Many of their sunscreens have a smooth and comfortable feel, making them suitable for daily use.

They also offers other sun care products such as sun sticks and sun mists. These convenient formats make it easy to reapply sunscreen throughout the day, even over makeup, ensuring continuous protection.

ARIUL

Ariul aims to provide simple and effective solutions for maintaining healthy and radiant skin. The brand focuses on harnessing the power of natural ingredients and innovative formulations to address various skin concerns.

Ariul offers a range of skincare products, including cleansers, toners, essences, serums, moisturizers, masks, and more. These extracts are carefully selected for their beneficial properties and are known to provide nourishment, hydration, and other skin-enhancing benefits.

They also believes in simplicity and convenience in skincare routines. They aim to create products that are easy to use and integrate seamlessly into everyday skincare regimens. Their formulations are often lightweight, non-greasy, and absorb quickly into the skin, making them suitable for various skin types. With a focus on simplicity and skin-loving ingredients, Ariul provides skincare solutions that are accessible, enjoyable, and beneficial for maintaining healthy and radiant skin.

#korikart #kbeauty #korean beauty #skincare #korean beauty product in india #kcosmetics #toner #korean liptint #korean cosmetic product in india #korean beauty product

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tastesoftamriel · 4 years ago

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Hello, Talviel! First of all, I LOVE your work - thank you for sharing the fruits (ha!) of your labor with avid readers like myself.

Now to the meat of my correspondence: I have recently developed a ravenous appetite for the pickled red onions one often sees garnishing delicacies in both Skyrim and Morrowind. Sweet, sour, salty, and crunchy… delicious!

If you have the time and the will, I would SO appreciate any recipes you might have for delicious pickled foods! I know you are always busy researching and writing splendid new texts, so please don’t let my request weigh too heavily on your shoulders.

With much appreciation,

J. T. of Shornhelm

Dearest J.T.,

I'm about to make a shocking confession: I am impartial to pickles. The very word fills me with dread, as I look back upon a childhood spent gulping down buckets of pickled fish from the Riften fishery. I will, for you, consider picking up the pickling jar once more, but for now I shall leave you with a nice list of various sour, preserved foods from across Tamriel.

Altmer

As I have mentioned many times in the past, the Altmer simply cannot abide by preserved foods. However, there is one exception: pickled ginger. This punchy, crunchy treat is served alongside raw fish, with a ponzu dipping sauce and wasabi root mousse. Delicate, but still guaranteed to deliver some zest.

Argonians

The climate of Black Marsh makes pickling an ideal form of food preservation, and it's used on everything from fruits to snails. I can't say say much about the pickled snails as I managed to avoid this delicacy by coming down with a case of swamp flu, but I can confirm that Argonian pickled palm fruit is delicious. It is often served as part of dessert, but is also had as a side dish, or stuffed into fish and roasted.

Bosmer

Before you can scream about the horrors of pickled meat, I'm going to have to stop you there, as Bosmer pickles aren't always as dreadful as they sound (I'm being diplomatic here. We don't talk about pickled eyeballs). A fermented saltwater shrimp paste that's a common feature in both Bosmeri and Khajiiti cooking is produced in Valenwood, and it smells absolutely rancid. It does, however, taste excellent with a twist of lime and fresh chili paste, so be sure to give it a go if you dare!

Bretons

I don't know why, but Bretons love pickling their walnuts for some perplexing reason, turning perfectly good food into a bizarre party snack. Once pickled, the walnuts achieve a soft, tender texture that isn't half bad until you bite into it. It tastes absolutely nothing like walnuts; it is more akin to a sad, round gherkin. However, they are almost edible on crackers with a good amount of caramelised onion jam.

Dunmer

The Dunmer are quite partial to a good pickle, and make them in every form, for every occasion. Comberry pickles are probably one of the most common food staples in the Dunmer kitchen, which pack a distinct sweet and bitter flavour with a good amount of crunch. They go on almost every food, hot or cold, and some comberry enthusiasts enjoy munching on them straight from the jar too. Think of it as the cocktail onions of Vvardenfell!

Imperials

Cyrodiil has an enormous range of pickles to choose from, but my favourite would be pickled roast paprika. These beauties come in slivers that are perfectly roasted to bring out that sweet, smoky flavour before being pickled with balsamic vinegar for a week. They're an excellent finishing touch to any meat or vegetable dish that looks and tastes vibrant!

Khajiit

Pickled mango is probably my favourite on this list, which is eaten in slices that are sweet, sour, and spicy (some Khajiit also enjoy them with a pinch of salt). It's usually eaten with rice or flatbread, and is sometimes served minced with garlic, shallots, and moon sugar. It's a flavour explosion, so this is definitely one for the more adventurous eaters.

Nords

Aside from our pickled fish, Nords also enjoy a slightly curious snack: pickled honeycomb. It's exactly as it sounds, where fresh honeycomb bursting with honey is pickled in apple cider vinegar when the moons are at their fullest. Once the moons begin to wane, the honeycombs are ready for eating. The sweetness of the honey pops against the tart apple cider vinegar, infusing the wax with a curious flavour that makes it excellent to chew on.

Orcs

The stereotype of radish-loving Orcs absolutely extends to pickles, and by the Nine, there are many of them. Variants beyond the simple pickled radish slices that adorn every slice of bread, meat, and more radishes. For example, a spicy fermented root vegetable pickle is made in clay or glass jars, heavily featuring radishes, carrots, cabbage, and several handfuls of fresh chili. The end product is a fiery, crunchy starter dish that is also fried into pancakes or rice.

Redguards

The Redguards absolutely love their pickled Alik'r cactus, which packs a peculiar sweet and sour flavour. The cactus either comes in slices or as a mince, and is used especially with sweet and spicy dishes like curries and tagines. It's said that a spoonful is also good for indigestion, but I prefer yoghurt myself.

#Asks #Pickles #Tes #The Elder Scrolls #World building #Worldbuilding #Food

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years ago

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The Bianca Nureyev Detective Agency

This was an anniversary present for my wonderful girlfriend @spiky-lesbian who is just the most wonderful girlfriend ever and I love her a lot!

Juno tries to entertain his and Nureyev’s daughter on a slow day in space...

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Being a space pirate did sound good on paper. It sounded like a life full of narrowly dodged laser bullets, sprawling on beds of golden creds, witty one liners delivered to fallen foes in the smoking ruins of their empires that you’d just toppled and large, audacious hats.

And it was like that, about twenty percent of the time. But what they didn’t tell you was that the other eighty percent was a hell of a lot of waiting. It was a lot of snail crawling through deep space, killing days upon days worth of time in cramped metal hallways, eating stasis food and absorbing simulated sunlight. Planning your next big twenty percent could only take up so much time.

And it only got harder when you also had a three year old space pirate to entertain.

“Mamaaaaaaa,” Bee Bee poked her head up over the edge of the sofa, looking like some burrowing animal resurfacing, “I’m bored.”

Juno lowered the case file he’d been reviewing, eyeing his daughter with the tired amusement only a parent could muster, “Oh?”

Bee Bee scrambled up onto the family room’s busted old soda, sinking down beside her mama. She peered at him for a moment, taking note of the way he was sat, one ankle folded over the other and tried to copy him as best she could with her chubby little legs.

“Space is boring,” she declared, “There’s nothing to do.”

Juno set the files aside, silently accepting that he wouldn’t be getting back to them anytime soon, “Nothing? Nothing at all?”

“Nope,” his daughter gave a forlorn sigh, “Nothing at all.”

“Well then,” Juno shrugged, sinking down into the sofa so they were level even if it would be murder on his back later, “We’ll just have to think of something to do, won’t we, kiddo?”

Bee Bee giggled, “Yes. What was mama doing?”

“Oh,” Juno looked to the files he’d piled on the arm of the sofa, “Nothing interesting. Just looking into cases where other people have tried to do the same job we’re going to do.”

“And what happened to them?”

Juno winced. It wasn’t as if their daughter was unaware of the dangers they faced in their line of work. Pirates weren’t exactly famous for operating within the confines of the law, even in her storystreams. And since she’d been born, she’d seen her daddy at work, often getting a birds eye view of it all from a wrap slung across his chest.

“Well. Jail mostly,” he admitted, knowing he didn’t have to hide the truth from her even if it didn’t feel good to.

“Huh,” Bee Bee hardly blinked, swinging her legs, “Well, Auntie Buddy’s way way smarter than all of them. And Auntie Vespa is faster and Auntie Rita is better and Uncle Jet is cooler and my daddy is the best at stealing ever ever in the whole galaxy. And my mama’s the best detective. So we’ll do just fine.”

Juno grinned, reaching over and stroking back her curls, “Yeah. We’ll do just fine.”

“So can I help Mama? With being a detective?” her eyes sparked excitedly.

He knew that look, once her mind was fixed on something she’d follow it to the far side of the universe. She was like her daddy in that. But she wouldn’t exactly find much interest in going through old case files that somehow managed to make jewel heists sound boring. Though the tactics these failed thieves had used didn’t have an awful lot of pizzaz to them. Probably why they’d flopped, or at least that’s what Buddy would say.

“You know what?” Juno snapped his fingers like he’d just had a fantastic idea, “You’re just the kid I need for this very important case!”

“I am!” Bianca beamed, not a question. She had perfect confidence in her own abilities.

“It’s a classic head scratcher, kiddo,” Juno announced grandly, mostly to stall for time while he decided just what this case was going to be, “I’ve been at it for years and I’ve never been able to crack it but with your pluckiness and my brains we might just solve the case of...uh...the case of daddy’s missing glasses!”

Bee Bee gasped appreciatively, “Daddy’s always losing his glasses!”

“He is,” Juno snorted, “And we’ve got to go help him, right?”

“Right!” she jumped onto her feet, bouncing up onto the couch cushions and promptly tumbling, Juno just about managing to catch her. It didn’t seem to diminish her enthusiasm, as her legs windmilled wildly, “Let’s go!”

“Okay,” Juno grinned, “Well, first thing is to examine the scene of the crime and…”

“No, mama!” Bee Bee frowned, looking at him like he was profoundly stupid, “First thing is to dress up.”

“Of course. My mistake.”

Apparently no detective work could be done until Bianca was wearing her mama’s old coat, the one he’d hung onto for sentimental reasons even after he’’d been unable to really call himself a detective. And long after the leather had worn on the elbows and there were none of the original buttons left on it.

It needed to be rolled up quite a few times to even get the tips of her fingers poking out of the sleeves and the bottom of it looked like a mad kind of wedding train but Bee Bee grinned in delight and it was pretty good to see the old thing getting some use again.

“Now we go to the scene of the crime,” she declared, waving her arms, “Daddy and mama’s room!”

“Come on then, co-detective,” Juno laughed, “Lead the way.”

If Nureyev was surprised to see them burst through the door, it didn’t show on his face. He didn’t scare easily. He only smiled and tilted his head, quickly shoving the book on pregnancy he’d been reading far under Juno’s pillow. They weren’t quite ready to broach that subject with Bianca yet.

“Hello, my loves,” he hummed, “What adventures are we on today?”

“We’re playing detective!” Bee Bee toddled up, clambering on the bed to give him a quick hug before anything else, “Going to find your glasses.”

“Oh could you!” Nureyev smiles pleasantly, “It does seem I’ve misplaced them again, reading is something of a chore without them.”

Juno arched an eyebrow at his husband, “You wouldn’t possibly be deliberately reading that book without your glasses so you could claim you have while not retaining any information or looking at any of the diagrams?”

“An outlandish notion,” Nureyev flicked his fingers at him airily, turning his attention to Bianca who was now crawling around the bed, bent over so she could scrutinise every inch of the sheets like a bloodhound with a scent, “Please, dear little detective, will you take my case?”

“We on the case, daddy!” Bee Bee assured him, hurrying over to give him a hug, now just because she wanted to, “We’ll find the glasses.”

“You gotta question the witness,” Juno advised, “Build a timeline.”

Bee Bee nodded, looking up at Nureyev with a sudden fierce seriousness, “What is your timeline, daddy?”

He couldn’t help but smile down at her as he pretended to think, “Let’s see...well, I went to the kitchen for breakfast...then I had to collect some floorplans from Buddy’s office, I read them over in the family room with my wife...then I had an appointment with the physician. Then I came here to have a nap and do my assigned reading.”

Juno rolled his eyes at that last one.

“We’ll track 'em down!” Bee Bee declared, barrelling off the bed onto the ground. Again, her mama only just managed to catch her, “Come on, Detective Mama! Before the trail goes cold!”

Juno chuckled, pausing briefly to lean down and kiss Nureyev, before he followed his daughter, not needing to hurry too much, one of his strides matching about five of hers.

Their trail through the ship took them most of the rest of the afternoon, clattering through the winding corridors, the two of them making up wild twists and turns whenever suited them, inventing new characters, dastardly schemes that had happened off screen, speculating wildly on new threats. Buddy of course joined in enthusiastically, she was a regular and beloved playmate of Bianca’s. Just searching her room turned into a frantic search to disarm a bomb left by this mysterious glasses thief, a bomb that turned out to be in Buddy’s chest which could only be fixed by a hug from a plucky little detective.

Vespa was less willing, they caught her in the middle of disinfecting all of her scalpels. But even she wasn’t immune to Bee Bee’s charms, eventually playing her role with grudging grace. And Juno was able to get a quick whispered update on Nureyev’s check up, feeling a little better that it wasn’t just him and his husband who knew, that he had someone to offload all his anxiety on, the same anxiety he was trying to shield said husband from.

Even better, they ran into Rita in the kitchen and the game then swerved happily into the wildest corners of two vast imaginations, going off on a tangent that somehow involved werewolves, a falling moon and a galaxy wide ring of prolific glasses thieves (it turned out Rita had lost her pair too, though they did turn out to be perched on top of her head).

It was when Bee Bee was rolling happily around on the floor that she suddenly froze and squealed in triumph. She bounded up to the side table next to the old, sagging sofa, less than an inch from where Juno had been sitting earlier.

“Here! Here’s the glasses!”

Sure enough, there was a pair of cat eye spectacles on a silver chain resting there. Even Juno couldn’t raise much of a grump when he realised they’d been inches from their goal at the very start of the job. Some cases just worked out that way.

“We’ll have to take them back to your daddy, huh?” he panted, collapsing next to his daughter on the sofa. Somewhere along the way he’d picked up glitter on his black turtleneck, a rubber glove from the infirmary stretched over his head like a mad hat and one of Buddy’s scarves wound around his neck.

“Yes! And then get paid,” Bee Bee nodded, making Juno slightly nervous about what sort of payment she was going to demand. She’d asked to be paid in ice cream last time they’d played this game.

She plopped down next to her mama, leaning against his arm, adding more glitter to his favourite jumper, “Mama? I don’t think daddy is very happy right now. I think something’s up.”

Juno froze, “Uh...what makes you say that, kiddo?”

“Well…” Bee Bee wrinkled her nose, “He just seems...floppy. Always flopping on you and he looks pale and he doesn’t sleep good, mama. I think he’s sick.”

Juno tried to keep his face carefully neutral, “Your daddy’s fine, honey, I promise.”

“Hmm,” she replied, in that way she had that let him know she didn’t believe him in the slightest, “But it’s okay. Because we found his glasses and that’s gonna make him happy. And then we’ll help him more and we’ll do detective and find his happy.”

Juno relaxed, wrapping his arm around her, “Oh yeah?”

Bee Bee beamed and nodded, “Cos I’m the best detective ever! And mama helps!”

Juno sat back, laughing mostly to himself.

“You know what, kiddo? I thought I was pretty good but I think you really might be the best ever.”

#the penumbra podcast #juno steel #peter nureyev #jupeter #fluff #please reblog and comment if you like this!#tw: trans pregnancy

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moonamite · 4 years ago

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“No way!” The King shouted, in shock. It was a normal day in Dreamland. You know, ignoring the fact that Dark Meta Knight was in the King’s palace. And, somehow, had not been ripped to shreds. But he wasn’t here for world domination or anything malicious like that. At least, not this time. The original Meta Knight had found out about his talks with his snail. Escargoon had convinced him to let Dark visit- As long as he could keep an eye on them. Why does he care so much? He thought, annoyed. What reason could I possibly have to harm the snail? Not that he was going to. But he was curious as to what Meta Knight was thinking he’d do. Now he was here, in the Palace. With the bewildered King. “Mety Knight, didn’t this guy try to kill you?! Why’s he here?” He cried. Meta Knight sighed. “I am as much upset that he’s here as you are, but Escargoon wanted to meet him.” He explained. The King seemed even more confused now. “What? How did- Why- I-” He stammered, flabbergasted. “WHAT?!” He shouted, frustrated and confused. “Long story.” Dark said, impatiently. “Now, where is he?” Meta Knight eyed him suspiciously. “In his garden.” He answered slowly. “I will bring you there now.” He glared at him. “Don’t try anything.” Dark rolled his eyes. Not that you could stop me. After an obnoxiously long walk and many threatening glares, Meta Knight stopped at a Large door. Probably the 2000th Large door in this Castle. He gingerly opened it. “Escargoon?” He called. Dark paused one foot into the room. It was much larger than he had expected. He thought it’d be a small little flower bed, not a damn jungle! Flowers of every color and shape, and lots of other weird plants he’d never seen. It was a big change in scenery from the Mirror World, that’s for sure. Then, somewhere over the greenery, a lavender head popped up, blinking in surprise. Once he��d realized who it was, his eyes went as wide as the moon, and he rushed to them. “It’s you!” He cried, practically throwing himself onto an unsuspecting Dark, who had frozen in place. “It’s really you! You’re real!” He cried out, overjoyed. That’s what i’ve been saying for the past few weeks, but i’m glad you realized that. He thought, amused. Once the excited snail calmed down a bit, he stepped back and examined him. “Wow.” He said, fascinated. “You look even better in person.” Dark tensed up. What? He thought, dumbfounded. Hmph! FUNNY, COMING FROM YOU. If only he’d said that out loud. He turned to Meta Knight, who also looked surprised by the snail’s words. Dark couldn’t help but shoot him a smug look, as if to say ‘My snail now, Swamp-brain!’. It was even better knowing how Meta couldn’t even hiss or growl at him right now. After a while Escargoon seemed to realize he’d said those words out loud, and went red. “Sorry about that!” He apologized frantically. A chuckle escaped Dark as he watched the snail overreact. He’d never admit it out loud, but the Snail was incredibly cute sometimes. WHICH HE HAD NO RIGHT TO BE. Once Escargoon calmed himself down- Again- He suddenly perked up, remembering something. “Oh, that’s right! I have a gift!” He chirped. Dark froze. Gift? The Snail bounded away as he retrieved the gift, and bounced back over to them, enthusiastically. “Here!” He exclaimed, somewhat tired from all the running. He presented a small potted plant to him. Inside were small purple flowers that had just bloomed. He blinked at the bouncing snail standing in front of him- And he was still upset that he was shorter than him- And stared. He wanted to say something. He wanted to say a lot, actually. But he couldn’t find the words. Dammit. Escargoon looked at him. Ugh, WHY ARE HIS EYES SO- BIG? AND BRIGHT? He thought, feeling... Well, not annoyed... He didn’t quite know how he felt. “It’s- I uh- I love it.” He choked out. Arrgh, he felt so weird. He felt all warm and mushy and it was VERY UNUSUAL. The Snail made a happy noise that made him feel even warmer, and picked him up and hugged him. Normally, Dark hated being touched in any way, but... He didn’t feel like kicking or biting this time. Then he heard a low rumbling- Purring. Not from himself, but from the Snail hugging him. Without noticing, Dark had put his arms around him, returning the gesture. Then it hit him. Oh. Oh, no... What he had been feeling now and for all those weeks ago- And how much he’d have to struggle if he wanted to keep going down this path- And how his King would exploit it if he knew. His grip tightened on the Snail. If I want to keep going the way I am now... I’ll have to fight for it. But right now... Nothing else matters in the universe. Not my King, not My original... What I have right now... I want to keep it. And with that decision, a new path had unraveled before him... But was all the struggle worth it?

#dark meta knight #escargoon #Darkgoon #meta knight #king dedede #mini fic #Kirby fic #the perfect timeline au #lol what if they met

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hitchcock-eastern-hemisphere · 3 years ago

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Saturday 9.18.21

Today’s my first day in London! Let me tell you about the journey, these past couple days were exhausting.

I got on the plane from Dulles to Heathrow at 10pm Thursday night, and we got about two hours into that flight when the captain announced he had to turn the plane around. They never told us why. Regardless, we landed back in Virginia a bit after 2am, and I made it home around 4am. Luckily, I managed to get a seat on the same flight the next day, so after a long semi-conscious Friday, I once again got on a 10pm Dulles->Heathrow flight. This time, I made it. And I am so tired.

My cab ride from Heathrow to my apartment in Islington was absurdly expensive, but it was made better by the driver, Michael, who regaled me with stories of his clubbing trips to Ibiza and his ski trips to Salzburg. After a brief confusion over the preparation of my room (I’m living in a London student accommodation house), I finally got to put the luggage down. It took all my willpower not to hop in bed and sleep in that gross daytime exhaustion way that I used to after a 6am->12pm shift at my old coffee shop.

I walked over to Workman’s Cafe on Junction Road and got a spinach omelette and an orange juice. The waitress was really cute, and she and the cook couldn’t tell if I was saying spinach or Spanish and they looked shocked when I reiterated the former. The cafe had a Seinfeld-coffee-shop kind of vibe.

Eventually, I walked over to the Tube and rode to Paddington Station to get my day-2 Covid test (not sure why they call it that when you can get it on day 0). I could have taken a cab, but I decided that if I learned anything from NYC, it was knock down your fear of a new public transportation system on day one. I ended up getting lost between Warren St. and Euston Square stations and walking in circles for about 10 minutes Also it’s wack, at best 50% of the Tube riders had masks on. In NYC it was certainly >95%.

After a trip to the hardware store for house supplies, I ordered Pad Thai+spring rolls+can of Fanta from Blue Moon Thai on Fortress Road. I love the main-street area around there, it almost feels like Chicago. Blue Moon also doubles as a bubble tea shop, and they even have Lychee popping boba. Time to become a regular.

This whole area feels a lot like Chicago and Cambridge (MA) combined with some unique Britishness, I really like it. It’s residential where I am, but it’s a short walk to a pretty hopping area (at least by Hyde Park [Chicago, not London] and Cambridge standards). It also really feels like Inaba from Persona 4. I got this first when I walked up this quiet road along the train track by Tufnell Park, but also on Fortress Rd. This kind of small-town-urban feeling that stuck with me ever since I first saw Inaba. Graffiti and little hole-in-the-wall restaurants, people riding around on mopeds or getting off at the train station to spend the night out.

The Thai food was great. I cannot but think of Snail Thai in Hyde Park as the promised land of dorm Pad Thai, but I already like Blue Moon.

The bathroom in my studio is hilariously small, and I found I literally barely fit in the shower. Other than that, good first impressions of London and my new apartment! Also, this whole city is a car enthusiast’s playground. I’ve already seen a dozen or more cool cars that never made it to the US, paramount among which you can see in the last picture below.

(I haven’t used this site in a while; I’m sure there’s a better way to organize photos, and I’ll figure that out once I’ve recovered from my 48+ hours with little sleep)

Fortress Road

Near Tufnell park, I like these flashing crosswalk posts

Tufnell Park

Blue Moon’s bubble tea menu

Peugeot 205 GTi, one of the most legendary rally cars of all time

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useless-catalanfacts · 5 years ago

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Catalan songs we all know but that are weird to explain

A while ago I saw a post on Italian songs that are weird to explain and it got me thinking about ours. So I made a list too.

The one that lists the proofs on why humans evolved from potatoes and not from monkeys

The one that says "I have a hair, I have a hair, I have a hair in my ass: a big one, a small one, and a bastard one" to the melody of jingle bells

The one about a hen 🐓 who declares a strike because she doesn't want humans to exploit her labour by taking away her eggs

The one whose first line is "Valencia's smell of rotten makes me horny"

The one about going to heaven on a scooter 🛴 in multiple (made up) languages

The Ode to Toilet Paper

The one about a man who everyday wants to commit suicide but then everyday remembers that he's not interested in going to hell because his region (l'Empordà) is more beautiful and that nobody is waiting for him in heaven anyway so he might as well just get drunk and repeat the same the following day

The one about a cat who dies baking chestnuts when one explodes in his face

The one we sing when we arrive to the place we were going and then pretend we speak a lot of languages but we don't

The one that teaches you how to pay taxes but not even the singers understand it

The one about wanting to be a millionaire so you can hire a boy to open your christmas presents for you

The one we sing when we threaten a piece of wood to poop sweets for us or else we will hit it with sticks (~cute christmas time in catalonia~)

The one that says it's fine to have a small dick as long as it’s lively, it doesn't matter one handspan longer or one handspan shorter

That’s only including the ones that I think that everyone knows, but there are so many more like

The one telling girls to masturbate or otherwise they run the risk that their hole will close,

The one about becoming one with nature and believing that “the peace of snails is the new religion”

The one that basically consists on the singer saying “ass ass ass ass ass ass you can go fuck yourself” to politicians and the pope

The one about how eating “botifarra” sausage with beans changes your life from Doraemon’s Nobita to Superman

The one about singing to the moon, the stars, your submarine that you left parked here, an Ikea pencil, a pistaccio, a zebra crossing a traffic light, how to disassemble a bidet, etc

A lot of murder????

Update: my followers and I remembered more

The Thong Rumba! About guys wearing a thong to the beach hoping all the women will go crazy for them

The one about very detailed cannibalism (drinking someone’s blood, eating their brain, making “croquetes” with their meat…“)

The absolute classic that is the one about having a shitty life and drinking A LOT of fruit juices (seriously though did anyone ever understand what the song was even trying to say?)

The one about falling in love with a girl who plays the maracas but she’s so bad at it and plays maraca concerts for you until you can’t stand it anymore and realise that love isn’t worth it.

The bisexual anthem that was the song “Superfashion” about being the coolest kid in school in a very 2000s way.

The one about a man who works as a dog and is very depressed about his life

The one about a guy who stands under the rain and the rain waters his head and he starts growing plants on his head and goes on to explain all the four seasons of his head, and everybody envies his green head because butterflies and birds come to make a nest in it

And I hadn’t included any song from a show but la dels fesolets deserves it. It just does. So here it is, the song about getting super enthusiastic about beans! the little caramels of vitamins! the kings of the garden! the happiness of the kitchens!

#humor #música

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alloveroliver · 6 years ago

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Sebastian ✶ MC “A Pinnacle Moment.”

Rating: Fluff

WC: 4,212

Summary: Little moments begin to add up as you and Sebastian grow closer. Working together proves to be the highlight of your day. But, it made for lonely evenings without him by your side. Swallowing your nerve, you muster the courage to see if you can get him to spend more time with you. Outside of work seemed like the perfect time to try to express what Sebastian truly means to you. However, Sebastian has some words to share first.

Ikemen Vampire Fanfic

The third time Sebastian ‘accidentally’ brushed your hand, he apologized wryly. His demeanor was astute, keeping his shoulders square and his head held high like a string was pulling it. You’d grown so close to him you could see the crackle of mischievousness in his gray eyes. A hint of a smile tugged at his lips every time he bumped into you.

“Maybe if you didn’t sit so close you wouldn’t have to apologize all the time.” You tried to sound stern. It was hard not to smile at your own jest, especially when his head snapped so fast toward you. He studied your face, worried for a moment you were serious. That’s when you couldn’t hold your smile in anymore. Looking away, you covered your mouth with your hand in hopes to keep the charade up.

“Ah,” His buttery voice rang through the small space. Silverware clinked against each other. You placed a freshly polished utensil down and plucked up another tarnished one. “Then, I have failed as a gentleman.”

All was quiet as he settled his eyes on you sitting in a chair beside him. You’d stopped polishing, staring at your reflection in the serving spoon while he spoke.

“I suppose you have.” You added, plucking another spoon from the bin.

“It’ll never happen again, I can assure you.”

“Thank you- OH!” Your appreciation was cut short when he reached over your working hands to grab a fork off the pile.

“My apologies, this fork doesn’t seem to be well polished in the slightest.”

“Sebastian!” You let out a laugh and pushed on his arm playfully.

His smile made his eyes sparkle like the stars in the night sky. It was beautiful to see such an expression on his face. Eyes framed with a hint of crinkling, and hidden dimples that only appeared after considerable coaxing.

The evening chores were far more enjoyable with Sebastian by your side. He always helped with every task, making each one go by twice as fast. This seemed to be his absolute favorite thing, working together with you. It was rare he would do one task, and you’d do another. That was only when it made sense for time restriction reasons.

Later, as you stood in front of the sink, Sebastian stood a hair’s breadth away next to you. You rinsed the gold etched plate and handed it to him to dry. Sebastian used a similar technique on each flat surface to dry it. This made the process more efficient. He placed the plate slowly into the wire rack and sighed.

“How rude of the clouds,” He breathed.

“Hm?” You handed him the last plate of the evening and unplugged the stopper from the sink.

“They are covering the sky, hiding the moon and stars.” He dried the plate quickly and slid it delicately onto the rack.

“Ah yes, I do suppose it is very rude of them.” You both looked out the window that hung above the kitchen sink and stared through the glass. “Without so much light pollution, the stars are much brighter here.”

“Is that so?” He kept his eyes forward, slowly squeezing his fingers against his palm.

Neither of you moved from your spots. Your feet were stuck like glue, knowing once you parted it was time for bed and time to say goodbye to Sebastian.

“Yes, in fact, they even twinkle. That’s something I thought I saw in modern times but nothing like this. I never knew how much the sky actually looked like glitter.”

The silence was palpable. Sebastian cleared his throat as if he had something to say. You rubbed your hand on the back of your neck, wishing you could blurt out your feelings. Nights were lonely without him, dull.

“I... there’s something-” He began to speak. Sebastian’s face grew a shade darker while his chest began to rise and fall heavily.

It was like this every night. He was worried about your happiness and what you wanted to do more than his own needs. You felt that was why he’d never invited you to spend time with him outside of work.

“Yes? What is it, Sebastian?” Your voice was quiet as you tried to lace gentleness and understanding in your words.

“Is there something else that needs to be done?” He blurted out, standing up straighter as he turned towards you.

You sighed, feeling dejected at his proposal for more labor. However, this seemed to be the only thing he was capable of asking of you despite wanting more.

“Well, there is one thing.” You press your lips together.

“Anything.” The word sounded almost frantic.

“It’s not for work but…” You shuffled your feet, willing bravery to win the battle against your bashfulness. “Would you like to join me in the library tonight?

His brows shot up over his forehead. There was a moment you’d thought he’d say ‘no’ when he looked over at the kitchen doors. Sebastian sat down the drying rag and nodded his head.

“Yes, I think I might.”

“Brilliant! I will go change into something comfortable, that isn’t covered in soapy suds, and meet you there in a few minutes.” Your smile stretched across your features.

“Yes, I will change also.”

Rejection sat near the edge of your heart, looming like an inevitable demon, but acceptance took its rightful place. It was exciting but brought about far different anxieties than the former.

It took everything inside of you to hold back a happy dance as you walked out of the room ahead of him. You practically strolled at a snail’s pace to keep yourself from running enthusiastically to your room. You didn’t want anyone to stop and ask why you were so excited, nor what your plans for the evening were.

Once dressed and primped with a new hair bow holding up a half updo and fresh mascara, you stalked off to the library with a finished book in tow. Your nerves frazzled the closer you got to the door. Even pushing on the massive wooden barrier, your heart fluttered in your chest.

The door creaked, and you looked around anxiously. The lamps were dim, and the room was void of any entity. Sebastian hadn’t made it yet, but that was okay. It didn’t mean he had changed his mind, right?

You walked toward the shelf where you borrowed the old book and replaced it carefully. Dust covered the spines of some more classic books while others were crisp and new. As you read the back page description of an old fairy tale book, the door to the library groaned. The sound made your heart rate jump before you even went to look at who it was.

From the balcony on the second floor, you watched him look around the space earnestly.

“I’m up here, Sebastian.” You waved, smiling wide at his promptness.

“Ah, there you are.” He beamed that tender smile, the one that was hard for you to tear your eyes away from.

You could hardly believe he’d shown up. Outside of work, you didn’t see much of him, and you always wondered what he did for fun. He wore more casual clothes, no gloves, and no tie. Sebastian walked up to the curving staircase with his eyes locked to yours. You didn’t realize you were staring until he made it to the top of the steps and let out a chuckle.

“Is there something on my face?” Sebastian teased.

“No!” You turned on your heel and laughed. “Nothing, I’m sorry for staring.”

You tried, and failed, to placed the book back on the shelf. Warmth that surrounded you from behind made your hands shake too much for it to fit. It was familiar, something you were used to feeling during the day. It heated you from the inside, feeling like home and acceptance. It awoke emotions inside you, like rousing from winters hibernation to flourish in the new warmer season.

Sebastian’s voice was low as he reached his arm around your body and plucked the book from your hand. “Let me help with that.”

He had such a soothing voice, unique with a lilt of an accent unique to only him in this house. You closed your eyes and breathed slowly, letting him have the book from your trembling hands. He didn’t touch you but protectively kept his proximity close to your smaller body.

“Sa-” You bit your lip, keeping your words at bay. If you spoke now, it would be nothing but a desperate plea for him to draw nearer. Your cheeks deepened in color as you pretended to read the spines of the books in front of you.

Sebastian remained quiet, breathing evenly behind you.

“You’re always helping everyone else.” You managed after a long pause.

“It’s my job, and I’m happy to do it.”

“It’s not your job right now. You can relax and just be yourself.” You turned your head to catch his eye.

“I am being myself.” He assured. “Do you think how I act during the day is a ruse?”

“Well, no.” You summoned the courage to turn around and look up at him. It took everything in you not to reach out for him to bring him closer. It’s what you secretly craved, to be nearer to him always.

“You’ve met the real me. I’m sorry for any disappointment this may bring.” His eyes sparkled, smiling gently in the dim room that was filled with the scent of old novels. He joked as he always did, a hint of self-depreciation mixed with a tease that sent a jab at you.

You smile, showing him your teeth. “I can safely say I am not disappointed. I like you just the way you are.” You gulped after that last statement and stood still.

Was that too much? Did he know how much you cared for him? You weren’t sure if he was ready for you to express your feelings to him. You weren’t ready for a brushoff. And, seeing that he was your boss, it would be awkward to work alongside him after a rejection.

You shook your head out of your abysmal thoughts. Of course, this was the dark cloud of anxiety talking. Sebastian could never be rude to you, even if he didn’t feel the same way you did. He was kind and thoughtful. His rejection of your love might even sound like a positive thing coming out of his mouth.

He stepped back and took a seat on the two-person couch nearby. “I was surprised you invited me here.”

Regaining your composure, you turned to pull a new book off the shelf and moved to join him. “Sorry to catch you off guard.”

“It’s no trouble. So what would you like to do together?” Sebastian folded his hands in his lap and waited patiently for your answer.

Your eyes met, and a spark of electricity passed between the two of you. You wish you could speed things up and jump into Sebastian's arms at once. Skip the dating part and go straight into being together forever. It was crazy how strongly you felt for him in such a short time. But, you knew that love that was out of balance could collapse easier than one that had structure.

Sebastian would have to feel the same way. It was highly unlikely that he felt even a fraction of love you felt for him. Your love for him was like a colossal mountain compared to the pebble of love you’d ever felt for anyone else.

“I figured, if you enjoyed reading, we could read together before bed.” You felt like crying, but you didn’t know why. The relief of him wanting to spend any extra moments with you gave you so much hope for what the future could bring.

“I do enjoy reading quite a lot, actually.”

“That’s great! This idea was perfect then!” You laughed excitedly. “I like to read before bed; it makes me tired and puts my mind at ease. I have my best nights of rest after reading a few chapters of a good book.”

“Is that so? I haven't tried reading before bed yet."

"What do you normally do?"

Sebastian pursed his lips. "I drink hot tea and try to take a warm bath to relax my muscles."

You furrowed your brows. "Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"I have had some trouble sleeping as of late...” Sebastian looked down crestfallen.

You savored the moment of him opening up to you but scrambled for something to say before the moment could pass.

“You have?!” You sounded too excited. Sebastian looked up at you with bemusement and confusion in his eyes. You cleared your throat and tried again. “What has been making you have trouble sleeping? How long has this been going on for?”

Maybe it was the nerves starting to fluster you, but you tried your best to calm yourself. The sofa cushion was springy, and if you shook anymore, you might bounce off the couch.

“I would say since your arrival. Now, I don’t attribute it to you, but there has to be some sort of connection.”

You listened intently, leaning toward him to allow him to go on.

Sebastian took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his graphite hair. “I have a lot on my mind, I suppose.”

“What kinds of things are on your mind?”

“To be honest, your safety is one of them. Another would be how everyone is handling your addition. And, oh-” Sebastian paused and looked down at his hands. “Some other things as well… Um,” He looked around the room for a clue. “Like, wondering if I did all my work. You’ve helped me so much we finish early, and I’ve had so much fun it doesn’t feel like a job.”

“You say you don’t attribute it to me, but everything you’ve said has to do with me.”

He didn’t answer, making the silence speak for itself. He’d seemed to have come to the same conclusion while he was talking too.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to express myself. I wasn’t trying to put any blame on you.”

“Oh, hush. You keep apologizing for things you don’t need to apologize for. I understand what you mean, and I know your sleeplessness can’t be helped. You don’t blame me because you know it's out of my control.” You felt breathless trying to defend the very man that put himself down.

“You are very spirited tonight.” He smirked. “And all this is true.”

You wanted to use this subject to learn more about him. He’d already relinquished that he cared to think of you when you were away, There had to be a way to tell him you care for him too. “I have trouble sleeping too sometimes with things on my mind.”

“Is that so? And why are you becoming sleepless.”

You blew out a quick breath and spoke. “I, hmm...” It proved difficult to speak.

“Yes?” He leaned toward you. "You can tell me anything, I'll listen."

Telling him you thought of him every night might be too much for him. What if he only wanted to be friends and yet here you are, telling him he’s the only one you think about? There was a ledge in front of you, a choice. The only things left to do were to jump and hope Sebastian was below to catch you. Or, you could back away and never know what was waiting at the bottom.

“I think of you too. Well, I worry about you! After all this time spent here, it’s hard not to. I see you every day, working with you. I even started seeing you in my dreams.” You let out a soft laugh knowing you were babbling on for far too long. “Isn’t that silly?”

Sebastian blinked a few times, sitting quietly next to you. A few heartbeats passed before his lips quirked up in a smile. He took in a shaky inhale and adjusted his position to angle toward you.

“I don’t find it silly. It’s quite reasonable.” He reassured, letting out a long breath.

You quickly realized just how much he was trying to remain calm. You knew your friend well. You’d seen him in many situations where he had to deescalate and take control over the matter at hand. He was even starting to blink faster and stopped himself from biting his lip.

“Okay good.” Your voice was small. You hoped he didn’t hear the mountain of other things you wished to express to him behind your tone. For the moment, telling him you thought of him often was enough.

He smiled and closed his eyes. “You know, I had a dream about you the other night.”

Both of you sat near one another but didn’t touch like you were used to. Sebastian’s knee or forearm was usually pressed to you when you sat close. Tonight he kept a small amount of distance from you. You wouldn’t have noticed except you were missing his warmth, and you were anxious about how the evening was going to unfold. You wanted him closer, but Sebastian seemed to be keeping a gentleman's wall up between you two.

“Is that right?” You smiled, pushing your hair behind your ear. “I hope I wasn’t a handful.”

“You are always a handful.” He teased, leaning back in the chair. “Actually, you were running down the hallway wearing a red flowing dress, no shoes” He tossed you a pointed look.

“Was I running from something?”

“It felt like,” he pursed his lips and looked down at where his ankles crossed. “It seemed as if you were running from me.” Sebastian seemed at odds with this information.

“I don’t think I could ever run from you. I’m not scared of you.”

“I think it may be an internal fear that you’d rather be with-" he cleared his throat. “Be around someone more interesting, like” He cut his eyes to you and lowered his voice. “Well, like one of the many vampires that roam these halls. The famous men, the genius’ and the brilliant renaissance artists.”

“They are interesting.” You spoke calmly, your words only loud enough to pass to him in the vast library. “But I like learning about the real them from you.”

“Oh?” He sat up straighter and leaned his head to the side to listen.

“Your take on them is unique, and what you witness is oddly ordinary yet somehow intriguing. I like to learn from you and hear all the smaller things that history overlooked. You see more than anyone really knows, and that is extremely interesting to me.”

After your chat, it didn’t take long for Sebastian to find a book and relax into the couch beside you. The quiet ticking of the clock was the soundtrack to an evening spent in comfortable silence. Sebastian moved closer to you on the cushion, and you relaxed your leg against his. It was a small gesture but made you feel miles more comfortable than when he was keeping his distance.

You yawned, blinking your blurry eyes at the words on the page. They ran together like a mirage for a moment before clearing up again. You were so lost in the world of fiction the loud snap of the book next to you made you jump.

Sebastian closed his book with a smirk and shook your shoulder playfully. “You aren’t going to fall asleep here, are you?” His eyes closed with his wide smile.

“No!” You stifled a yawn and giggled. “No, of course not.”

“Maybe it’s time I walk you back to your room.” Sebastian stood and placed the book he was reading on the nearby rack.

“Sounds good.” You held the book close to you, wanting to check it out to finish the story on your own time.

Sebastian held out his hand and helped you off the warm couch.

“Shall we?” He offered his arm graciously.

“Of course!” Your smile was so big it hurt your cheeks to keep it plastered on your face.

His arm was warm as he guided you through the halls. He didn’t squeeze you to him but remained close.

“I’m glad you joined me for the evening.” You began to speak the closer you two go to your door. Collectively your feet began to drag, and Sebastian slowed down to match your pace.

“It was delightful. I was able to relax and do something fun for a short time. It helped calm me.”

“I didn’t know you were stressed.” You spoke regretfully.

“It’s a good stress. Nothing I can’t handle. I enjoy helping everyone, but it does become quite a lot over time.” Sebastian placed his free hand on the back of his head and rubbed his neck.

“I can see that. Since I’ve been helping you, I have also experienced a similar feeling.”

“I don’t know what it is, but your smile soothes me.” He stopped in front of your door and grinned down at you.

Dropping the book you borrowed in front of the door, you turned and beamed a smile up at him. “Glad to be of assistance.” You joked, bringing your hand up to play with a piece of hair.

Sebastian smile faded, and he stood up taller. “Well, this is you.” He gestured to the door.

“Yeah…” You chewed the inside of your cheek, hoping for an excuse to extend the night for just a few more moments.

“I-”

You both spoke at the same time, then stopped. Sebastian laughed first. “You go ahead.”

“Oh! No, you.”

His laugh settled down, and he scratched his head. “I just wanted to say thank you for being a friend to me since you arrived. It’s been the most enjoyable.”

“I could say the same to you. You took me under your wing and showed me the ropes. I owe you a lot, Sebastian.”

“You don’t owe me anything. You’ve given me a lot. So... we can call it even.”

There was a pause. You unhooked your arm from his and moved toward the door. Your hand hovered on the knob, not twisting it just yet.

“I’m glad to hear that.” You whispered, just low enough to make him take a step forward to hear.

Sebastian’s warm hand rested on your shoulder, and you turned to look at him. His smile was contagious as he drew near. His fervent lips met your forehead. You stood there in stunned silence as the warm kiss filled your heart with delight.

He didn’t move away as he whispered against your temple. “You being here means more to me than you know. You’re special to me, and I cherish every single moment we have together.”

“Sebas-”

He moved away and straightened his jacket. With a concluding nod, he placed on a friendly smile. “Goodnight, mademoiselle.”

You watched him turn on his heel, slowly leaving you at your door with a loss for words and doe eyes.

“Wait!” You called after him.

It was now or never. You needed to take that leap now or you wouldn't find your nerve again for quite some time.

It took a few long strides before you made it to him. Sebastian turned, revealing the blush that settled around his cheeks. It was his turn to look surprised as you approached him.

“I feel the same way!” Your voice caught in your throat.

“You do?”

“Yes! I do!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and prayed that your knees wouldn’t give out.

Your noses brushed in the proximity. Sebastian's hand gently settled on your lower back while his smokey eyes searched your face. You pushed up on your toes and let your lips narrowly brush his.

“I care about you a lot.” You whispered.

Sebastian sighed and pulled you up closer to him. He crashed his lips into yours, capturing you in a fierce kiss that rivaled the former. Slanting his mouth against yours, he pushed you to walk back against the hallway wall.

His lips parted, making yours follow suit. Sebastian brought his tongue to the seam of your mouth and slowly slipped past them. The kiss seared passionately as you poured your heart out to one another wordlessly.

Sebastian took his time with the kiss. He nipped at your bottom lip, and kissed the corners of your mouth. He cupped the back of your head with his hand to keep you close. It was easy to lose yourself in his touch. Your hands began to play with the ends of his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.

The kiss didn’t end quickly. He kept you gently pressed against the dim hallway wall for a long while. You could feel it, the changing tides, and you knew nothing would be the same after this.

Tomorrow wouldn’t be awkward, no, it would be fun. Funner than just any ol’ workday. Sebastian would steal a kiss when no one was looking, pull you into the empty pantry and hide from any onlookers. You’d feel like you were a teenager again, heart racing and smiles flashing. Nothing felt more right at this moment. And you knew the future would be amazing with Sebastian by your side.

A|N: I haven't written fluff in a while, but I felt the urge! Sebastian has become my muse~ I hope you enjoyed the read!

Masterlist is at the top of my blog~

#Ikemen Vampire #ikevamp sebastian #sebastian x mc #ikemen vampire sebastian #ikevamp fluff

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frisky-firestarter · 6 years ago

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Feral

I’m not technically gonna count this as Wilsin week, seeing as it’s mostly from Willow’s perspective, but I wanted to put something else together this week! Still tagging @beating-my-hambat in case they want to see! There’s some mild dub-con themes that fade out into enthusiastic consent later on! Featuring monster!Wilson

Willow liked to pretend the monster that stalked her camp wasn’t there.

It was always there, following the disappearance of her...friend at his own campsite. She suspected it had something to do with him going missing, and every time those glowing white eyes peered out from the dark of night, all she could do was pray that it wouldn’t try venturing into the light of her campfire.

She was having to deal with headaches every other night with the frequency of its visits, but Willow promised herself, for Wilson’s sake, that she wouldn’t give into it or the aura of insanity that hung like a fog in camp.

How many times had she caught a glance! Those eyes were all Willow saw most of the time, but there was the rare time it got careless, and she could make out details...A sleek, dark as night body, rows of teeth like needles dripping with dark drool, and claws so sharp they could cut iron sheets like scissors and paper.

What it must’ve done to get rid of Wilson...it made her sick to think about it.

“It’s not here,” she muttered under her breath. A new moon, and it was always active on new moons. Total darkness, deep and inky and a drain on her mind. Even at the finest slivers, the moon always provided some kind of comfort. The lack of it just added another layer of isolation.

So her mind wasn’t doing so good that night. So she didn’t hear the eerie chime of an imaginary music box. So she was seeking an easy alternative to restoring some sanity. Hand sunk between her legs...and then she was plunged into darkness, the fire outside extinguished, and she screamed.

Willow scrambled out the tent, practically clawing it open to get to the firepit with tinder in her pockets and her lighter in her free hand. Light. She needed light. It was the only thing keeping her slowly fracturing mind together...She got the grass together and flicked on her lighter and got it burning—

Something snatched her by the wrist.

There was no time to add onto the flames. She could hear the lighter clank against the ground, and whatever had were forced her around...Those eyes. A cry caught in her throat. She was face-to-face with what took away the only person she had in her life and frozen while her brain helplessly screamed to kick and shout against it. Was this it? Would she see Wilson again.

It pulled her close, pressing her hand against its face. Its skin was almost velvety in texture, but the hot moisture of its breath offset any potential pleasantness. It slowly dawned on her that...that was the hand she’d been touching herself with moments ago. It occurred to her just as a cold, slick tongue slunk its way around her fingers.

“Ewww!” Willow finally regained some control, at least enough to wince and try to pull away, but its grip held steady. In the slight glow of her small fire’s embers, she realized it...had somewhat of a familiar figure. Not that she had time to think on it. The monster’s jaw hung wide open, taking deep breaths against her skin. She could feel the sharp points of those needle-teeth pressing dangerously where her wrist met her palm, and she stopped squirming so as not to accidentally shred the skin.

“You terrible thing, acting like I’m a mouse under your paw!” Her voice shook under the confident facade she always tried to maintain. She felt a set of pricks along her side, under her ribs and for a brief moment, she wonders if she’s somehow been impaled. No, no, it’s just grabbed her. Two extra arms had sprouted from its sides to hold her firm. “Come...come on! Get it over with already!”

Just be fast. Please.

Let her see him again soon and painlessly.

But suddenly she was on the ground, pressed into the wooden floor she had set into the camp. It was still breathing heavy, eyes locked into hers with a look she couldn’t quite discern. The creature pressed its pitch black face in her neck. Willow closed her eyes as though it would protect her from having her throat ripped out. “Get off, get of—mmf!”

It had cupped her face with its upper set of hands and shoved its tongue in her mouth. For a moment, Willow considered biting down, but amid the sickly sweet taste of nightmare fuel, another uneasy feeling of familiarity complimented the palate. She didn’t realize she started to kiss him back until a hand shifted from her side to her thigh under her skirt, slowly sliding up until its thumb could rub over her folds.

Oh, that was something very sharp she didn’t want in a sensitive area.

“Wait, wait!” Things started feeling hot, like moments before the fire went out and it arrived. It didn’t seem to object to her pulling away, but it whined. It was a pitiful, almost human sound that sounded awfully like someone she used to know, contrasting the trills and animal growling it otherwise chirped out. “What are you...Why are you—oh…” That felt good, two fingers sliding against her still-slicked slit. She wasn’t wearing any underwear before it arrived. Did this thing even have anything between its legs?

Did it need anything between its legs? Why was she worried about it?

Willow looked, and regretted it. There was a white, almost glowing gash in the valley of its own thighs that could easily be mistaken for some alien-looking wound, until it freed up with an almost nauseatingly wet sound, and oh, yup, there was something there now. It was pale and white, like its tongue, but stiff and girthy and ridged...and that was going to go inside her.

It killed Wilson.

Except...now she was beginning to doubt that.

“Oof! Hey, gentle!” Willow hissed out as it overturned her onto her belly. She wouldn’t admit how goddamned aroused it had driven her, but it’s not like her body was making it subtle. It hadn’t helped that she didn’t finish earlier.

“Gentle,” she repeated nervously. It wrapped one pair arms around her, pinning her arms to her side while the other propped them up from the floor. This was happening. Really happening. It shoved itself inside without prompt and she yelped. “Give a girl a warning! That hurt,” Willow snapped. “I just...I just need to adjust, gimme a moment…”

A light rumble in its chest, a purr? It resonated through her body as it eased slowly back onside. Discomfort melted and Willow moaned. This was happening. This was happening. How long had it been since she had a good lay? At least, she hoped it would stay good…

Its member was slippery, and the texture was a lot softer than she had initially thought. It pulled out completely, then pushed back in, slow and easy and agonizing. It pumped her full and left her empty a few times over, until she felt like she might cry from the snail’s pace and her own frustration. It cooed, inhuman, until it’s jaw dropped and it clicked out, “Pretty Girl, pretty Willow,”

And that voice. Twisted and different, but also unbelievably unmistakable.

Not that she had much time to dwell on, with the abrupt sinking of its teeth into her shoulder. She could feel it lapping at the thin trickle of blood released, and the sound she made was absolutely delicious, between pain and intense pleasure. It was finally picking up its pace in her insides, totally latched to her. Willow couldn’t escape if she wanted to, and she really...really didn’t want to.

With one hand still supporting them, the other slid up her blouse to crawl against her belly. Not enough to pierce skin, but enough that it would leave a raised, welted trail in the morning. Embarrassing.

“Wilson!” She called. He was at the perfect angle to hit that spot that made her writhe in his grasp, but the tempo he maintained was getting erratic just as she was closing in on the peak. She couldn’t move well enough to meet him in the middle, so she couldn’t help him keep a satisfying rate, and she was stuck at the edge for a painful span of time. She wondered if she could overpower him, and ride him herself until they finished together...What a fantasy!

Just add fire.

“Al...most...Almost! Please, hurry…” Her voice had devolved into squeaks and cries and moans. Somebody had pulled a rope tight in her belly, and each pump of this monster’s member inside her frayed away at it a little more, culminating in that rope snapping, and Willow arching away from him with a shaky breath. In the middle of her spilling over, she could feel him coming inside. When he pulled out, she could feel him leaking out of her body.

When Willow finally came down, she pulled her skirt up a bit. Didn’t need a mystery monster stain mucking up her clothes.

“...Wilson?” It finally dawned on her the gravity of the circumstances, but she was so tired all of a sudden. “I...I have so many questions..”

He purred, loud and clear, picking her back up to take to her tent.

“No, don-don’t leave me! You...you understand me! We have to talk about this.” Her eyelids were heavy. “I thought you were dead, you can’t just go without explaining.” She quieted, couldn’t keep arguing…

Had to sleep.

Willow liked to pretend the monster that stalked her camp remembered who he used to be.

#willowsin #monster!wilson #writing #btw if ya'll ever have kink requests I could totally write some up!

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penpal-discovery · 6 years ago

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Hello there

My name’s Loki, I’m 19 I live in the US and I’m very interested in finding myself a pen pal! I’ve never really done something like this before but I would love to write letters to mail em out to someone. I don’t really care about gender, location, religion, race, or sexual orientation I just wanna send snail mail to anybody that’s willing.

I’m a bit scattered brained, I have a tendency to forget things it a struggle but I try. I have a easily obsessive personality and sometimes that can be both good and bad. I like it when it rains and I love it even more when it thunders. I spend my day doing stupid stuff that entertains me, and I like to avoid my responsibilities until the very very very last minute. If left alone I tend to do dumb shit. I am what my friends call chaos shoved into a tall glass bottle filled with monster, five hour energy, and coffee that was smashed against the side walk as way to taint the ground with my being.

Anyway...

Some of my interests include: Watching anime, drawing, reading, listening to music, going outside, dancing in the rain, crocheting, playing my ukulele, dancing to funky songs, sewing together random pieces of fabric in an attempt to make something new, collecting shiny things, collecting pens, collecting cool rocks and gemstones, making friendship bracelets, collecting yugioh cards, and finding questionable ways to obtain things that may or may not belong to me.

Some of the fandoms I’m in are: My Hero Academia, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, Alexander Hamilton, Heathers, How to Train Your Dragon, Rise of The Guardians, Ouran High School Host Club, Dragon Ball (all of em except for GT), Voltron, Brave, Tangled, Princess Tutu, Sailor Moon, Mob Psycho, Fruit Baskets, My Little Pony (surprisingly), Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, Star vs the Forces of Evil, and a bunch of other stuff I can’t currently remember.

I may have gotten a bit to enthusiastic writing this, but that’s why I need a pen pal! To write all this out and have conversations with somebody I haven’t met irl to build a new bond born from the need to have some kind of human interaction even if it is only through paper! So yeah...

Message me through tumblr at @hijacking-hearts

Or send me an email at [email protected]

Let’s start talking and get to know each other!

#looking for penpals #pen pal #pen pal wanted #pen pals #pen pals wanted #penpal #penpals #penpals wanted #snail mail #snail mail revolution #submission

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snailmailworldwide · 6 years ago

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Hey there

Anyway...

Message me through tumblr at @hijacking-hearts

Or send me an email at [email protected]

Let’s start talking and get to know each other!

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rutilation · 6 years ago

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*arrives @ new chapter 15 minutes late with starbucks*

hey guys i think Ichikawa might not be a fan of reality tv

Believe it or not...I’ve just about run out out of things to say about Cairngorm, at least until their character arc progresses further. As I mentioned in my writeup for chapter 72, the fact that Cairn wants to do something meaningful with their new lease on life means that sooner or later, they're going to realize that being in a romantic relationship/going to disneyland will not cure their existential anxiety, no matter how much Aechmea wants that to be the case. At this point, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I will say that I rolled my eyes at the fact that Aechmea decided to make a literal performance out of their relationship less than 24 hours after Cairn expressed even a teensy bit of discomfort with all the PDA. I wonder if they even know they’re being filmed, or what a camera is for that matter. I also found it kind of adorable that Phos, despite being outwardly bitter towards them, still tried to act on their advice anyway.

But how am I supposed to achieve a fabulous wordcount without my muse? How I say?!

So, the main reason I was convinced that the gems’ inclusions were actually in the human particle was because bringing back the dead is about the most anathema thing to this story on a thematic level that I can think of. But this turn of the plot is one that I think I can swallow: in essence, the dusted gems have a chance to be reborn, but not resurrected, which I think fits just fine with the series’ attitude. I’ve still got my eye on the human particle though; I know a plot device when I see one.

If any point in the story is going to serve as a crossroads for Phos’s character, I’d say it’s here. There have been plenty of twitter arguments sophisticated discussions over what role Phos is playing in the story at this point. Can Phos still be considered the hero of the story after all the shady moon-betrayal bullshit from volume 8? Or are they already well on the path to tragic villainy, and we Phos-stans have just been too blinded by sympathy to see the writing on the wall? For me at least, I think that their ultimate decision in response to this is what will answer that question. While there’s been a certain level of ambiguity to Phos’s actions up until this point, being an accessory to genocide isn’t something you can come back from, now is it?

I’ve mentioned a few times before that Variegatus seems to share some striking parallels to baby-Phos. So, what if the reverse holds true and our current Phos is supposed to be similar to Ventricosus? Both of them certainly face a similar conundrum. Like Ventricosus, they’ve bargained with the Lunarians and fought tooth and nail to try and free their species, only to find out that they have to throw the other third of humanity under the bus in order to get their wish. If the parallel between these two characters holds true going forward, then here’s how I suspect things will play out: after some angst over the decision, Phos will initially ignore their conscience and go along, for a time, with the plan to wipe out the Admirabilis, before ultimately deciding to sabotage the snail genocide at the expense of their own mission, just like she did for Phos all those volumes ago.

I haven’t talked about them much before, so I might as well share my thoughts about our two most sympathetic Lunarians, starting with Barbata. I didn’t notice this until someone else pointed it out, but aside from being the only Lunarian who isn’t enthusiastically kissing Aechmea’s ass, he’s also the only one who calls Aechmea by his name rather than his title--at least behind his back anyway. Coupled with how upset he seemed with bearing the bad news for Phos, it seems possible that he might end up siding with the gems over Aechmea when shit hits the fan--and I think we all suspect that’s going to happen sooner or later. Since he’s a scientist, I wonder if he perhaps knew the mysterious professor when the two of them were alive. We have to learn more about her from someone and I doubt we’ll be getting anything out of Kongou until towards the end of the story. Whatever else, it’ll be interesting to see where his character goes.

I also want to talk a little bit about Cicada, who, despite being a big ‘ol teddy bear, comes off as a bit of a cipher. As a charming as I find him, my first instinct is to distrust anything and anyone who is Aechmea-adjacent, so I can’t help but get the feeling that his niceness towards Phos is part of some good-cop-bad-cop routine he’s doing with Aechmea.

There’s one reason that I doubt this reading, however. It’s this moment from back in chapter 56:

After Phos collapses, Cicada seems genuinely alarmed. But if he were actually feigning goodwill towards Phos, then what’s the point of putting on a show of concern for someone who’s unconscious?

And then there’s that whole business of him having a twin/clone, a subject which he brushed off when asked about it. He’s a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a huggable marshmallow.

I’m also curious about his name. While all the Lunarians are named after bugs or plants, he’s the only one named in a way that is entirely transparent to the readers. The Japanese speaking audience isn’t going to have to look up セミ to know what he’s named after.

In terms of cultural association, cicadas are associated with two things: being really loud, and having short lives, the latter of which falls neatly into the series’ mono no aware aesthetic. So, for Ichikawa to name one of the Lunarians after a famously short lived creature--and to be a lot more obvious about it than with the other Lunarians no less--what does that mean? Is it implying that he’ll be one of the first Lunarians to actually die?

And finally:

That is one conspicuous meteor. What are you implying Ichikawa? What are you implying?

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #someone should do that trolley problem meme with this #sad looking phos at the switch and dusted gems/snails tied to the tracks #stinky moon man is driving the trolley of course

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The Exam

Best Music Moment of 2018:

Nasty: Hearing Red Eyes live. I've already said it on TBH, but seeing your favorite band in their relative prime is such a cool thing.

BC: Since partying all night with my favorite band fell within the short window between Bestuv '17 ending and Bestuv '18 beginning, I'd have to say:

1. Kacey Musgrave's performance of "Slow Burn" on SNL

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2. Radiohead perfectly executing "There There" which transported me back to Lollapalooza in '08 3. Despite the annoyance of sitting in lots of Indy500 traffic due to a new parking situation, I quite enjoyed working through half of the Stones' catalogue with Bronco riding shotgun and Codemin listening in from the flatbed of Dillon's pickup

Codem: Spending what was New Year's Eve for the central timezone in the USA at a Fijian medical bath facility listening to music, playing cards, downing tequeel and getting ringworm with my blushing bride. -hearing peter hook play the bass line from shadowplay live and in person. -Arden, JD and JJ encouraging me to go talk to Kyle from Swearin'. -Silver Jews and Westing (By Musket and Sextant) came to Spotify. -Watching "Random Rules" video for the first time

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Larse: Sitting behind this massive (I mean orca fat) guy at the CHVRCHES show, feeling really bad for him before the show started because he was all alone and kept looking around and worrying about letting people in his row and things. As soon as CHVRCHES came on though, this guy was exactly where he was supposed to be that night. Sang the words and danced to every song and just made my day with how happy he was to be there. Jotted down every song of the setlist into his smartphone and just had an all around great time. And some of you motherfuckers won't even go to a movie by yourself!

JD: May: A moody Chinatown stroll with the new Grouper album in the rain. July: Soaking up some good tunes at the housewarming party to ring in our new pad. July: Some hilariously rambunctious youths having at it when “House of Jealous Lovers” came on during a full play of Compilation 1 at the DFA summer party. One of them (who must have been ~8 in the bygone days of 02) screamed out “this is the song that started it all!” to a crowd of stationary gawkers and I felt a brief moment of hope for the youngs. August: Shaking a leg at Pete’s wedding (also featuring a delightful hojl spin). September: A rowdy spin of “Sentient Oona” on the Levee juke with an impromptu digital jukebox dance party at the Turkey’s Nest with jj’s cousin and his lovely girlfriend. October: The best music cue I’ve ever seen at the end of Beau Travail.

Bronco: Taking John to his first concert, and that first concert was Mastodon. That was pretty awesome to be able to share that experience with him. He was super into it, and so were the metalheads at the show. "Dad of the Year" was definitely shouted more than a few times, and I thought to myself, "fuckin-A right."

Chap: My kids saying "Papa" when "She Drives Me Crazy" by Fine Young Cannibals comes on.

Best Shows Seen in 2018:

C: Open Mike Eagle at Pitchfork

Bronco: Sleep

Laser: CHVRCHES at Riverside Theater; Chromeo at Summerfest

BC: The Brian Jonestown Massacre, Radiohead

Nasty: The War on Drugs.

Code: kraus - schubas peter hook - metro no age - the bottle swearin' - bowery eleanor friedberger - lincoln hall my bloody valentine - aragon "quickly climbing the ranks of my nice" ballroom kraus - the bottle pictureplane - bottom lounge soft moon - the bottle book of love - chop shop

JD: 1. Shame at Market Hotel 2. Hamilton Leithauser at the Carlyle Hotel 3. Beach House at United Palace Theater 4. The Voidz at Elsewhere 5. Parquet Courts’ Wide Awake! mid-day album release show with my morning coffee at Rough Trade

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6. Flasher at St. Vitus 7. Deafheaven at Brooklyn Steel 8. Panda Bear at Brooklyn Steel 9. No Age at Brooklyn Bazaar 10. CCFX at the DFA summer party at Elsewhere with my girlfriend in full blown rem sleep standing up with her head on my shoulder 11. Alex Cameron at Warsaw 12. Gang Gang Dance and Interpol at House of Vans Of note: Dekkar at On Cinema Live at the Bell House.

Confession of 2018:

JD: I have a real TBH confession that I held until now. I was thoroughly enjoying the Flasher album on a recent evening after a few too many drinks when a burning urge to see them washed over me. They had a show coming up at a bar just a few blocks from my apartment, so I enthusiastically snapped up tickets for me and jj. Thinking this might be a good opportunity for a TBH outing, I emailed Chap trying to peer pressure him into attending the Flasher show and gauging his interest in a Parquet Courts concert that would be happening the following evening. No response.

We later received an invitation to a holiday cocktail party at a friend’s apartment on the same night as the Flasher show, and I hatched a cockamamie scheme to go from our home in Greenpoint to the party in Soho, leave after an hour to catch the concert back in Greenpoint, head back to the party in Soho, and finally retire back to Greenpoint. JJ wisely passed on such a scheme and I left the party to trek off to the concert solo with an extra ticket in tow.

Awash in good cheer and excitement while Flasher set up, I thought what the hell, might as well take a flier on reminding Chap of the show. Maybe the twins are asleep, he’s just sitting around, can jump into a cab, claim the extra ticket, watch the show, and cruise on back. Mid-text I paused, wondering just why he never responded to the initial email weeks ago. A quick gmail search, and there sat my drunkenly composed beseechment to join, rotting in the drafts folder unsent.

A couple of the dudes from Parquet Courts were bouncing around the bar, and I decided it would make more sense to hit up Chap about attending their show the next day than explain the whole snafu and extend a ludicrous invitation that required dropping everything and leaving immediately for a show he didn’t even know was happening. I ate the extra ticket, had a blast watching Flasher, zipped back to the party, drank myself into oblivion, and was way too hung over to even consider the Parquet Courts show the next day. NICK SORRY NICK! (editor’s note: too long)

Larson: I saw Timberlake at Fiserv Forum

BC: My neighbor invited me to see Imagine Dragons. I lied and said I had to travel for work. "On a Saturdee?" he inquired. "Yeah. Totally sucks," I awkwardly replied. I hid inside my house all weekend.

Bronco: I'd rather see shows by myself than with my buddy. He likes going to shows, and I keep inviting him, and we have a fine time, but he doesn't live in town anymore, so I gotta worry about him drinking too much and driving an hour home. And his wife is a psychopath and that complicates shit. Too much. And it's just so much more freeing being able to not give a fuck about anyone else during that time, to just soak it all in, it feels good and right.

Codem: -despite all of the bad things that kanye said, i still liked listening to his catalogue throughout the year. i even liked his EP that came out in 2018. -i really liked the beach house album! -i liked the snail mail album, skipped two opportunities to see her and then by --the end of the year, i thought the album was sort of boring. -Arden and i went to see pictureplane open for alice glass and thought that the show sucked and pictureplane played such stupid songs. three months later, he put out my favorite album of the year and i can't stop thinking that i hated all of the same songs the first time i heard them. -i read an article on a bright fall saturday morning that exhaustively detailed the Cardi B and Nicki Minaj feud and i watched all of the instagram story clips that showed Cardi B scrolling through her phone with those outlandish nails of hers. it took me two cups of coffee to get through it all, but get through it i did. [i couldn't think of nicki minaj's name just now so i stared at the ceiling and kept running through names in my mind's eye: missy, kim, cardi, kelis, kim??, eve, trina. i couldn't remember. so i finally googled "kanye monster" and found her name. easy.]

Nasty: I'm done with new music. It’s over. I didn't listen to a single new album - I don't even know if I could name a new album. Realistically, I did like Daytona.

Biggest Disappointment of 2018:

Nasty: MAGA Kanye

Larse: Timberlake at Fiserv Forum

Bronco: Black Tusk, Alice in Chains

BC: Getting into The Orwells literally two days before #MeToo chewed 'em up and spit 'em out

Chap: Car Seat Headrest. Can't believe he's gay! jk the album was the disappointment.

Code: -somebody hacked my spotify account and wiped all of my music and replaced it with raggaeton and halsey. i was able to get my music back, but i lost all of my meticulously cared for folder structure. -i wanted the simple minds album to be cool; it was not. -i wanted the swearin' album to be really great; it was okay. -pictureplane and ovlov did not tour their albums. -i had to eat two tickets to my bloody valentine after buying four. the original show sold out and i thought i was going to be able to sell my extras for a profit -- they ended up announcing a second show and there was no secondary market for the original show. -no CCFX followup ):

JD: Got to Hammerstein Ballroom for MBV and there was a line longer than an entire avenue. They were already on by the time we made it into the heinously oversold venue and we were stuck by the bar in the lobby surrounded by people constantly shouting in an effort to compete with the apocalyptic noise.

C: Terrible sound at Tame Impala show

Most Overrated of 2018:

Code: -probably that kacey musgraves album; i got absolutely nothing out of it. also, i liked the robyn album, but i wanted to love it after many years between releases. i think i'm just being greedy. -i'm going to get killed for this, but the throwing the baby out with the bathwater approach to artists' criminal behavior or inflammatory tweets is pretty overrated right now.

Bronco: Ghost - I like their schtick, with rotating members and the whole inverted church thing. It's campy but they're sticking to it, and that's fine, but their music isn't metal. It's poppy glam shit about the devil, and that's also fine, but I don't get why it's on anyone's list. Production value maybe? But the music itself isn't anything to write home about. I just don't get it.

JD: n/a. The thick layer of nonsensical, Pynchonian obfuscation the platform economy dollops over everything has made it impossible to understand how anything is rated. Almost feel bad for the click driven publications that have to just throw out a guess.

C: Mitski

Chap: Snail Mail

BC: Kanye. His new music is no longer good enough to put up with his bufoonery.

Laser: Timberlake at Fiserv Forum

Nasty: Clemson. GOARSH.

Make It Stop 2018:

Nasty: DJT, anytime now.

Bronco: Party politics. No more labels allowed. You can have a list of stuff you support and a list of stuff you are against, but that's fucking it. No more this side vs that side for reasons as caddy as an R vs. a D. Also religion having any influence whatsoever in the way our country is run. Believe whatever you want to believe, but don't force your bullshit on anyone else. You want to torment yourself with a lifelong christian guilt trip, that's your boat to float, but don't go poking holes in my boat just because you're a miserable fuck. Just stop. Also, Jack White.

Larse: Timberlake at Fiserv Forum

Chap: Baby Shark

BC: My shrinking attention span

JD: The cultural currency of clapbacks, shade, and tea.

Code: trap music playing from a phone's external speaker while i'm trapped on public transportation. i'm going to go broke buying enough earbuds to distribute to these offenders.

Biggest TBH Regret of 2018:

Larse: Timberlake at Fiserv Forum

C: Not seeing Low at a church on University of Chicago's Campus

JD: -Hearing about a Grouper show at a church around the corner from my pad after it sold out. -Not necessarily a regret because I didn’t know it was happening, but oh how I wish I had seen Jon Glaser and Jon Benjamin as Dave Farina and Dave Franz, Dennis and Dennis’ sons, at a Bowery Ballroom Yo La Tengo show.

BC: -I wish I would've cooked up a way to see Shame play a midnight show in Bloomington. I just want that kid to scream "Concrete" in my face. -I probably should've seen Smashing Pumpkins when they rolled through town too.

Code: my flight got delayed and i missed the swearin' show at that place in brooklyn that "smelled like hot fish"

Bronco: Not a regret so much as I was super-bummed when High on Fire dropped out of the tour I saw in November. The venue we were at put my buddy and I right next to the stage. It would've been crazy awesome to see HOF there, but they've rescheduled at least, and I'll see them in January.

Bin: I haven't listened to any Kanye this year. I thought it would feel gratifying by year end - it doesn't. I'll probably still avoid this most recent album, but I'm going back to the well. I'll continue to talk shit about him though. Take that Ye!

Chap: No regrets

Detective Murtaugh of 2018:

Larse: Getting too old to keep up with all of this new music and put a worthwhile list together at the end of the year…

Nasty:

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Code: i added book of love show to my top ten concert list because Arden and i were able to take a seat on the ground in the balcony section. we had to continually move our spot on the floor to be able to peer through the railing and a mass of bodies in order to catch a glimpse of the stage.

JD: -Two of my favorite music related experiences of the year were seeing Hamilton Leithauser in the cafe of the Carlyle Hotel and the extended Niles family in The Nutcracker at the NYC Ballet. -When I googled “Detective Murtaugh” just now it was mostly pictures of Damon Wayans (Jr. no less!) playing the role on the Lethal Weapon CBS series.

Bronco: Putting up with shit instead of speaking up about it. There's room on the train but I'm squished by the door because some self-absorbed dinks won't move in? "Could you please move in?" It sounds so simple, but breaking that silence barrier was a scary thing. Now I don't give a shit. I'm on train for two stops, and I'm not going to see you again, so fuck you, move in or I'm going to move myself in and it aint gonna be pleasant for you.

Chap: A hipster female barber said I was a silver fox. AYFKM?

BC: What the hell is Fortnite?

Resolution for 2018 Update:

Larse: get my list in on time! How it went: probably horseshit! (editor’s note: it was early yet!)

NACK: While I didn’t have the occasion to catch shows this year, I anticipate doing so in '18 due to some changes afoot. How it went: Joe Dons has yet to let me know of a concert going on and I have no other friends here, so I blame him for my failure

Bin: I’m just going to keep saying “get to NY for a show with JD” until I make it happen. How it went: Didn't get to NY for a show with JD.

JD: See you gents more often with or without a show attached. How it went: Fairly decent, but is it really ever enough?

Bronco: Get in shape. I want to stick to a schedule of running all year round. I ran a 10K back in June, then needed to recover for a bit, been recovering ever since…Fat Dad needs to keep running all year round without excuse, especially given that we go skiing between Xmas and New Year’s and I’m gonna be a floppy legged mess. During those runs, I’ll try to listen to new material each time. How it went: I ran a 5-miler in May. Haven't run since. Though I have been reasonably consistent with my prison workout (situps and pushups before bed time), so now there's a hint of muscle under my fat dad layer. Just gotta combine the two now somehow.

Code: make more playlists for my wife How it went: i said that i was going to make more mixes for my wife. i made one year-end mix for her and i'm sure she's loving it :*

BC: No more resolutions How it went: 2018 Resolution was "No More Resolutions," so pretty darn good!

Resolution for 2019:

Laser: ---

BC: Listen to one new album a week; reboot the Classic Album Review Club

JD: Greater consciousness of how I’m using my attention - an ineffectual and meaningless protest of the ways the world is burning down in pursuit of it.

Bronco: Read more 'classic' books. I didn't read many of them, even in school (especially in school? Never could read a book I was told to read). But I'm leaning in the sci-fi direction of 'classics'. I just read Dune this summer, and wrapped up Fahrenheit 451 the other day. I'm feeling an unexplained need to beef up my nerd credentials and this seems the way to accomplish it.

Chap: Learn Piano; Guilt Joe Dons into finally inviting me to a concert

Nasty: I'm sticking with it - get to NY for a show with JD.

Code: catch ovlov, pictureplane, washer, chromatics, EMA and colleen green live this year.

Most Anticipated of 2019:

Bronco: Tool. Fifth year's the charm. I'm actually hopeful this time around. In fact, I half expect them to drop it on New Year's Eve or something, just so it's post Listicle season, but not quite 2019 so it can't end up on those lists either. They're such dicks like that.

BC: Still waitin' on dat Vampire Weekend yet

Chap: Vampire Weekend, Chromatics

C: Lin Manuel in Mary Poppins... I kid, My Bloody Valentine

JD: Going to put Frank Ocean out into the universe, MBV take 2, Grimes, Panda Bear, Kanye’s escape from the Black Lodge

Codem: chromatics - tommy, MBV, washer, colleen green, EMA(?), DoM

Laser: no idea what's even on the docket

Nasty: Mueller's Report

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