#sbm summer

[triskhellion]

Irie

Rated: Explicit (4.4k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Original Characters

Tags: POV Stiles, Getting Together, Jamaica, Gratuitous Nyammin' & Jammin', Patois/Patwah, Explicit Sexual Content, Hickeys, Song Lyrics

Summary: The one where Stiles and Derek go on an errand for Deaton and have some time to kill in Jamaica. They thoroughly enjoy themselves eating, swimming, relaxing, and exploring the island…and then each other.

Soundtrack

Super Blue Moon prompts: Joy, Grain, Red Haze & Summer (Mead Moons prompts: Aphrodisiacs, Claiming, Herbs, Hot & Revelry)

TW Anchor Down (Full Moon Round) prompts: Word - Unstoppable, Phrase - “Grab the bull by its horns," Song - "Feel Good Inc.," Trope - Roommates, Picture - Cove @tw-anchor-down

Usually when Stiles got a message from Deaton about some errand or another it ended up with him and Derek searching for an artifact buried in Back of Everywhere, North Dakota during the dead of winter or rifling through a dusty pile of old papers in a dank, foreboding basement in Romania while being stalked by a cāpcāun or something.

But not this time. For once it appeared they were being sent somewhere warm and sunny in service of the supernatural. They were headed to the Caribbean to fetch half a dozen varieties of rare and apparently invaluable live plants for the druid that needed to be transported carefully under specific conditions once the specimens were ready.

What’s more, because they were on their way back from visiting Cora in Ecuador instead of trekking all the way back to Beacon Hills and then turning around to fly south again at most a week later they were just going straight to Jamaica and would have some time to kill. 

Beverly, an Obeahwoman whose network of multidisciplinary magic practitioners they’d gotten to know during their frequent trips to the Bay Area, lit up with excitement during their video call when she heard they’d be going to the country of her birth. She not only had recommendations for them, but tips and resources as well.

“Look, the big all-inclusive hotels and the curated activities are fun, not gonna lie, but there’s a lot more to the island than what you can find in those expensive, insular spaces if you’re interested in a bit of adventure or some actual peace and quiet,” she told them, dark eyes sparkling.

He and Derek had looked at each other and grinned. On one hand, there was something to be said for lounging around and having a parade of colorful cocktails pass by — he was a year past the drinking age of 18, of course he checked — but on the other, an adventure that didn’t involve something trying to kill them for once or some secluded relaxation would be nice. Plus, he was sure there were lots of other places a bit off the beaten path where he could chill on the beach with a beverage.

And so here they were careening on some winding mountain highway in a van driven by a sprightly 30-something guy sporting sponge twists in a fade named Desmond, or Dezzy, who was apparently a cousin of Bev’s.

“More like ‘Dizzy’,” he whispered to Derek when the way too calm driver, who was currently humming along to “Getaway” by Earth, Wind and Fire, overtook a car on a longer stretch and cheerfully honked the horn, swerving back into the left lane before they could be smashed or knocked off the mountain by an oncoming semi truck. The tires hugged the edge of the road around the next curve and they all leaned to the side.

They’d flown into Montego Bay a couple days before, leaving in the wee hours and arriving in the late morning. They shared a room with two beds as usual while on a job at the guest house Bev hooked them up with. It was in Runaway Bay about a 20 minute walk to beach, which they visited as soon as they’d settled in and got their bearings. If Stiles had his way he’d be wearing one of his two pairs of swim trunks the entire trip.

The owner, Tish, sent them off with a tote bag of sandwiches made from slices of a sweet and spiced brown bread and some salty, tangy, cheddar-based cheese that apparently came from a can. There were also a couple bottles each of grapefruit Ting and D&G kola champagne. They took their bounty and beach supplies down to the white sands and ate in the shade of an almond tree, the gentle, bright blue waves beckoning them. 

Derek didn’t need sunscreen like Stiles did, but he said he found the low level burn before his body healed annoying, so they both applied the SPF 50 lotion afterward, helping with each other’s backs when done with rest of themselves. Stiles tried to distract himself from the expanse of skin and muscle underneath his roaming palms, blushing when he found himself absentmindedly tracing the triskelion between the werewolf’s shoulder blades. He then had to fight to keep from making any noises when it was his turn, deft fingers spreading the goopy substance over him. 

As soon as those warm, massaging hands were removed from his hyper aware body — his, uh, starting to react body — Stiles took off running toward the clear water in an attempt to both hide and dampen the state he was in. Derek was soon chasing after him and he felt a thrill of excitement as he crashed through the warm liquid before being tackled. He came up sputtering and shaking his head, retaliating as soon as he wiped his stinging eyes by kicking water at the smug wolf and getting into an all out splash battle until he tired out.

They floated and swam, goofed around trying to knock each other over, and just hung out semi-crouched in the sea for a while before returning to land, spreading out towels to sit or lie on and air dry in the hot sun. Stiles looked over to see Derek resting prone with his head on his forearms, eyes closed and smiling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the Alpha so at ease and watched him fondly before turning to gaze out at the ships dotting the horizon, fingers trailing through the sand. 

We’ll run away together. We’ll spend some time forever. We’ll never feel bad anymore, flashed through his mind, a relic of summers past.

Heh, if only. Him and Derek? Maybe in another lifetime. Sighing, he pushed the thought away and stretched out on his back, gazing up at the clouds dotting the late afternoon sky.

Stiles was liable to fall asleep right there, but didn’t want to wake up a lobster once the sunscreen stopped being effective, so before he nodded off he poked Derek in the shoulder and suggested either moving back into the shade or heading back to their accommodations. Their hours in the water had worked up an appetite because before the wolf could answer his stomach growled and they both burst out laughing.

Shortly after returning they saw Tish in the side yard picking what looked like bumpy green pinecones from one of the fruit trees. She handed them one to try, a curious fruit with many names. Sweetsop, sugar apple, custard apple, and more. Derek broke it open and the creamy segments of flesh covering black seeds inside were indeed sweet and reminiscent of custard. 

Seeing that they liked it she gave them a couple more and they thanked her, finishing the first one and part of another back in their room.

It was almost dinner time, so they both used the wait to make some phone calls, Stiles to his father and then to Scott in San Diego and Derek to Isaac and Malia to check-in on the pack. If he recalled correctly international calls were around $0.30 cents a minute with his phone plan so he kept each conversation to around 15 minutes knowing he’d probably talk to at least his dad another couple of times. Derek, laconic as usual, had been done with his in a fraction of the time and was reading a novel in Spanish that he picked up in Ecuador by the time he finished.

That evening’s meal was savory brown stew chicken with rice & gungo peas cooked with coconut milk, thyme, and some flavors he enjoyed, but couldn’t quite place. They ended up chatting with Jacob, the cook, when they sat in the courtyard outside the kitchen afterward and he was happy to talk about the food that he and the other staff members prepared. Stiles found that he could mostly understand Patois, or Patwah, at least if he was paying attention and it wasn’t too fast. 

“Dere x-amount ah spice an ‘erb dem, but eff yuh haffi pick tree dat gi yuh dat tayse ah Jamaica? Den mi seh tyme, pimento — wah yuh call allspice — an scotch bonnet peppa a most important. Eff yuh waan mek it four, den skallion fah chuu,” Jacob said, holding up what seemed a cross between a spring and red onion.

That night they turned in early tired out from the long hours of travel and activity and he fell asleep replaying the happiest day he’d had in a long time.

The second morning started with a hearty breakfast of escovitch fish — whole red snapper fried until the skin was crispy and then topped with a vinegary mix of sliced onion, carrot, bell pepper, that ever present fruity and fiery scotch bonnet pepper, and spices — with boiled green banana and circular pieces of a cassava flatbread called bammy. Then it was off to see the sights in Discovery Bay and Ocho Rios. (“Yeah, I’m sending you to some busy tourist destinations tomorrow but they’re popular for a reason,” Bev told them yesterday.)

They explored the Green Grotto Caves first, entertained by the guide explaining its history and about the animals that lived there. The underground lake was really cool and swimming was allowed up above so of course they took a dip in the brilliant aquamarine water. Next came a scenic drive through Fern Gully and then they arrived at Dunn’s River Falls. 

Derek had no problem climbing up the tiers of limestone barefoot, saving Stiles from injury on multiple occasions despite him wearing the silly water shoes. Indignity and near-braining aside, it was fun and the view beautiful. Every so often they would stop to wade or sit in one of the pools, the cold water from the mountains feeling good after the exertion on the sweltering day. After reaching the top and walking down the hill they hung out on the beach where the river emptied into the warm Atlantic. 

We ready for the road!

Now it was their third day on the island and they were on the way to Portland Parish. After a couple hours the van stopped by one of the ubiquitous stands by the road with grills made from halved oil barrels. They climbed out to stretch their legs and he watched as Derek closed his eyes and inhaled the intriguing scents carried by the smoke. 

“Time fi nyam pon jerk, mi yutes,” Dezzy said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. 

He ordered for the three of them and Derek insisted on paying. A platter of jerk chicken and pork and one with long, fried cornmeal dumplings and thick slices of dense bread were soon placed on their table along with 3 chilled green coconuts with straws poking out from the chopped open tops. Each of them were lost in their own little worlds as the combinations of flavors exploding on their tongues, the doubly hot, spiced meats cut with the lightly sweet carbs and washed down with the refreshing coconut water. Dezzy recommended saving the drained fruit for scooping out later.

Then they were back on the road again, the two of them dropped off at another guest house around an hour later, this one right off a beach near Fairy Hill. It belonged to another acquaintance of Bev’s, a friend of a friend or a friend of a cousin or something. Dezzy was staying with relatives nearby and told them to give him a call when they wanted a ride somewhere. They checked in at the reception area and were shown to a cozy, standalone single room dwelling.

Once again they went swimming right away and then ended up joining an impromptu volleyball match and tossing a frisbee around with a group of local and American youths that were staying there with their folks ahead of attending a big family reunion. Afterward they went for a walk to check out the neighborhood, stopping in at an outdoor bar and restaurant called Spinnaz. 

“Siddung likkle bit, nuh,” called a server mixing up a fruit filled concoction while they were standing back reading the menu board. She gestured at a couple empty seats and they sat down at the bar to finish deciding what to try.

Bottles of Red Stripe beer in hand a few minutes later, they leaned back and watched the other patrons socialize and dance, enjoying the light breeze. A fast tempoed number backed by a drum machine and horns came on and got most of the guests on their feet, hips swinging left, right, backward and forward increasingly fast with the lyrics.

Cent, five cent, ten cent, dollar. 

When it came time for the “big money wine” the crowd went wild shaking and gyrating. 

Stiles was itching to move, but he felt too self-conscious/sober to join in, so he just worked his shoulders in his seat, swaying and tapping his fingers on the counter behind him and his feet on the footrest of the high-backed swivel stool. 

Several tracks later a distinctive cackling marked the beginning of “Feel Good, Inc.” as Derek ordered another round of drinks, this time house made ginger beer with glasses of amber Appleton Estate rum on the side. He was nodding along with the beat when a platter of garlic butter shrimp and lobster with more of those fried cornmeal dumplings, festival,  arrived for them to share.

Afterward they ambled around some more, passing by various shops and vendors. Stiles bought a green shirt shirt that said “Who cyaan ‘ear, muss feel” in white letters with a stylized donkey on it and Derek got a gorgeous mahogany leather wallet engraved on the front with an anchor in the center and ferns and hibiscus flowers around the edges. Lastly, on the way back they stopped where a man was selling cut and peeled pieces of sugar cane on the side of the road. 

“Of course you would buy a cup of straight sugar,” Derek teased as they continued on.

“Hey, it’s bi sugar because I’m eating it,” he replied, taking the stick he’d been chewing on out of his mouth. “And anyway, this is unrefined from a plant. Plants are healthy, I don’t make the rules.” 

Derek snorted and shook his head, but grabbed one of the sticks himself. 

Huh, maybe the werewolf wasn’t as immune to the sun as he thought. He looked a little red.

Back in their room he set the rest on the table for later and then flopped onto his bed, turning on the satellite tv and flipping through channels as Derek sat up on his and found where he left off in his book. They went out again in time to watch the sun start its descent over the ocean. 

A couple colorful boots were now pulled up a ways down the beach and they walked over when a person standing next to one of them called out and appeared to wave at them. There were three men who looked to be in their early 40s, two with close-cropped hair — a short, stocky guy named Joseph and a taller, leaner man called Leslie — and another tall guy, slender with fine, tied back shoulder length braids who introduced himself as Malcolm and asked if he and Derek were interested in buying dinner. They were.

The fishermen had an ancient boombox going and Leslie was tending a makeshift grill as Malcolm scaled a variety of freshly caught fish and handed them to Joseph to clean. Closer up Stiles could see the boats were held in the shallows with anchors that were hunks of metal which looked like wheels with extended spokes. He shuddered at the thought of accidentally running into one of those.

In no time at all the prepared fish were on a piece of wire fencing over the small wood fire, a pot of mysterious contents bubbling on top of stones off to one side as well. Leslie explained that this type of grilled fish was called “bun finga” because digging into it shortly after it was done as people were wont to do would indeed burn your fingers and they laughed. 

Unlike most dishes which were generously seasoned this had only the salt of the sea and the smoke and char from the fire along with the oil of the skin itself for flavor, but that alone was enough to make it taste amazing and he experienced the accuracy of the name himself. Stiles soon noticed that the men were eating something else from the pot for their own meal and inquired about it.

“Mannish Waata soup,” replied Leslie.

“Yuh waan try?” asked Joseph with raised eyebrows. A sucking, kissing sound came from the right. 

“Mi tink him cyaan handle,” Malcolm said with a mischievous grin.

Stiles huffed and grinned back, not one to back down from a challenge.  

“Yeah, I’ll try it.”

Joseph filled up a cup and then offered one to Derek as well with plastic spoons.

“How much do we owe you for these?” the curious werewolf asked, sniffing the contents.

“Nuttin,” answered Malcolm. 

“Dis wan pon wi,” added Leslie watching Stiles with anticipatory amusement.

Cautiously, he blew on a spoonful and then tasted it, his eyes widening. He took a few more bites, trying to discern what type of meat was in it. Definitely not fish or chicken or pork, but he didn’t think it was beef either. The flavors were strong and there were some odd chewy bits, but it was pretty good, the spice making him break out in a sweat. There were chunks of various root vegetables, dumplings, and what turned out to be slices of green banana with the skin on as well. 

Near the bottom he bit into a piece of hot pepper and started coughing, flapping a hand uselessly and trying to wash it down with the rest of the warm broth. Joseph handed him a cold bottle of water from a cooler and he all but ripped it open, gulping down over half the contents in seconds.

“Thanks” he croaked as Derek and the fishermen laughed.

He wasn’t the only one feeling the burn though because after finishing his portion the werewolf stripped off his shirt and dashed into the water to cool down. Stiles was content to stay on the beach with another bottle of water, enjoying listening to the men razzing each other as they started gathering up their things and also the music coming from the crackling radio. As Derek stood up and started walking out of the waves a woman’s voice sang “Laaawwwd, ‘av is mercy!” and Stiles had to agree because goddamn. 

Realizing his eyes were lingering on the Alpha’s swoon worthy form he quickly looked away and started getting their leftovers and towels together. They said goodbye to Leslie, Joseph, and Malcolm and walked back toward the guest house looking around at the red haze now making the whole sky seem to glow. Stiles suggested a detour around the property before returning to their little studio to check out some of the other buildings. They passed by a shaded lounge area with hammocks that he made a mental note to revisit another time.

Over a dozen people were in the dining room when they peeked inside, background music flowing from the speakers on stands on either side.

I’m trying to change the rules, you deserve something good in your life. We’ve waited for far too long, so come get your blessing tonight, baby.

They strolled through a tropical garden with a little bridge over a koi pond and then circled back around toward the rooms and apartments. 

Still feeling peckish they set upon their leftovers after a short blast in the microwave and washed it down with glass bottles of pineapple soda from the mini fridge. He watched Derek demolish his portion making little growly noises that managed to be adorable while also seriously turning him on.  

Stiles tried to put the kibosh on that train of thought and turned his attention back to his own food, pulling apart the savory morsels and licking his fingers clean. When he glanced up again Derek was staring at him, his eyes glowing red. Stiles swallowed and the wolf’s gaze dropped to his throat and then up again when he deliberately brought his fingers back to his mouth, maintaining eye contact. The moment stretched and grew taut. 

Feeling brave he tipped his head up and bared his throat in invitation and Derek sprang up from the other bed and stalked over. A hand burrowed into his hair as the werewolf leaned down to claim his mouth, the kiss flavored salty and sweet. It took a long time to get here, but now that the dam had broken the desire thrumming between them felt unstoppable.

When they broke apart, Stiles knew exactly what he wanted and just needed a few moments to work up the courage. It was time to grab the bull by its horns, or rather the wolf by the hips. 

With his fingers gripping the waistbands of Derek’s trunks he looked up for permission. At the sharp nod of his head Stiles tugged them down and was met with the Alpha’s swiftly rising and hardening cock. 

He’d seen Derek naked before, but this was the first time seeing him with an erection and it was both tantalizing and intimidating. A chuckle snapped him out of his mesmerized state and he grasped the thick shaft after spitting in his palm. Stiles kissed the head, licking over the slit, and then drew him into his mouth. He worked his hand at the base while he bobbed and sucked, lips straining around the hard member as Derek caressed his head and alternated between murmured words of filth and praise.

He did his best to swallow when the Alpha came, spurting copious amounts of cum onto his tongue and then pulling out to mark his face and throat as well. It was hotter than it had any right to be, even better than he’d imagined, and he felt proud to have brought the not-so-unattainable-after-all wolf off. Derek grasped Stiles by the chin and swiped his thumb across a messy cheek, sliding the coated digit past friction plumped lips for him to suck. 

“So perfect for me,” he growled. Stiles went to touch himself, but the now sharp-fanged werewolf caught his hand. “Let me.” 

At Derek’s urging, Stiles crawled backwards further up the bed and then turned over onto his stomach, all but vibrating with want. His shorts were pulled off and he felt those strong, warm hands on him again, this time palming his ass and then spreading him open for the Alpha’s viewing pleasure. 

Blushing, he looked over his shoulder to see Derek breathing heavily and staring red eyed like he couldn’t wait to devour him.

“Please…anything,” he whispered. The next thing he knew a tongue was licking over and pressing against his hole and he gripped the comforter below him, crying out . Soon he was rubbing himself on the bed and then pushing back wantonly, eliciting a pleased rumble from the wolf.

Stiles whined when Derek pulled away a minute later, but then he was being flipped onto his back, the complementary bottle of cocoa butter lotion tossed down beside him. Crawling onto the bed and taking hold of his cock, Derek mouthed at the tip before sinking down on him, tonguing the underside of his shaft on the upstroke. In between his own babbling moans Stiles heard a cap being flicked open and then cool, viscous liquid was being squeezed onto his thigh.

Derek ran his hand through the fragrant dollop and then a slippery finger began teasing his entrance. Slowly, it pressed in and starting pumping to target his prostate, joined by a second one once he relaxed at the intrusion. He’d done it himself occasionally, but it was definitely better when it was someone else, holy fuck. The twin pleasures of hand and mouth reduced him to a mewling mess and he orgasmed faster than he would’ve liked gasping Derek’s name. 

The wolf had no complaints though it seemed, cleaning his sensitive cock and then nuzzling into his belly and trailing kisses down his inner thighs. Stiles made grabby hands at him, but Derek evaded them, skipping away with a laugh. He returned a couple minutes later with warm, damp cloths and gently wiped over his face and between his legs before climbing beside him and pulling him close.

Of course Stiles couldn’t stay quiet for long.

“Sooo…that just happened.” 

The expression on Derek’s face said “No shit, Sherlock,” his eyebrows raised and scrunched together. Stiles fidgeted and looked back at him again. 

“And, um, it’s a thing we do now?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmm…yes,” Derek replied, reaching down to pinch his ass with a smirk. He did not squeak, dammit!

“Cool.” Looking away and taking a long, slow breath he attempted to quell his internal flailing. Act normal! “So, just for funsies or—“ 

“No.” 

Stiles found himself being thoroughly kissed and then manhandled until he was facing away from the Alpha, but wrapped firmly in his embrace. He’d been little spoon’d! 

Before he could lodge a formal complaint with Boyfriend Services (omg, were they boyfriends?!) a hand covered his opening mouth. 

“Go to sleep,” Derek ordered. Stiles stubbornly dropped his jaw and caught his pinky finger, sucking it and rubbing back against the other man’s crotch. A low rumbling vibrated against his back and the arms around him tightened. Warm breath tickled his ear lobe before it was nipped. “The sooner we sleep, the sooner I’ll wake up and fuck you,” Derek promised huskily. 

Stiles made a frankly ridiculous high-pitched sound. He would be more embarrassed, but apparently Derek liked his weird noises if the way the werewolf was now doing a convincing lamprey impression on his neck was any sign, so that was okay. He closed his eyes and focused on the thrilling sensation, sighing when Derek released his tender skin. 

Everything was okay. Way better than okay. 

Irie.

[sterek-and-stuff-events]

Super Blue Moon event

Starting August 25th!

2023 has 13 full moons and the next one is the Super Blue Moon on August 30th, reaching its peak at 6:35pm PDT (August 31st at 1:35am UTC.) The last Super Blue Moon was in December 2009 and the next one won't be until August 2032, so it's pretty special!

It's also the third of four supermoons in a row this year and the last full moon of summer.

This is a Mini event officially from August 25th to August 31st.

There are 3 ways to participate: writing, art, and/or playlists using 2 or more of the following prompts:

13

Black Cherry

Blue Moon

Dispute

Grain

Joy

Lynx

Red Haze

Special

Sturgeon

Summer

Woman

Unravel

--Details below--

Writers:

1,500 words minimum using 2 or more prompts. This can be one fic or multiple works of at least 750 words each.

Combo writers: If you're doing an art post or a standalone mix too then only the single work minimum is required (750 words.)

Artists:

Use 2 or more prompts. to create visuals (drawings, gifsets, manips, vids/edits, moodboards, etc.) Can be one work or multiple.

Combo artists: If you're doing a standalone mix too then only 1 prompt is required for art.

Mixers:

There are 2 options for standalone fanmixes:

Use 2 or more prompts to make a 13 track playlist. Arrange them however you like: grouped together in segments, whatever flows best, randomly, etc.

Make a playlist using 1 song for every prompt in any order.

If you’re attaching a playlist to a fanfic or art post:

Do whatever you want! But you get extra cool points for using 13 tracks and either including 1 or more songs for every prompt that you use or 3 songs for at least 1 prompt. (Or both!)

Put your playlists on Spotify, YouTube or both so I can listen to them. 😉

Click here for content and posting info.

Super Blue Moon collections on Ao3 here. See tags on this post for the prompt tags.

[lcpmon]

I need to make summer plushies so I can give them little swim rings.....

[reallyhardydraws]

2023.

i hope any of you reading this will forgive the essay. i started posting to this art blog ten years ago in 2013 when i was just at the very end of high school, uploading short animations i'd made for one of my final projects, preparing myself for art school where i was gearing up to become an illustration/animation student.

i went into my art foundation course in 2014, still thinking i was going to be going into storybook illustration or with faint hopes of becoming like a concept artist for game/animation, although even then i'd started thinking about patterns...

and then in 2015 i did go into my BA, going in for that illustration with animation degree that... usually when i talk about it in real life, i say didn't really feel like the best place for me. if i think back, the best things i got out of it were two of my best friends, one of whom is now my partner. looking back on my BA era, there's some bits of sketchbook stuff...

and while i was at university my main fandoms were thunderbirds are go and x-men for a bit... these are from the end of 2015 into the beginning of 2016...

then for a little while i was doing this still sort of pastel-ish lineless situation:

and i alternated between that and this thin fineliner type work (pretty sure all of the linearted pieces were done on paper and scanned, and all the lineless were graphics-tablet-only) - it was in this style that i started to offer commissions for the first time too.

and i also had fineliner-lined work in sketchbooks that i coloured with marker and posca pens, the colours of which were generally a bit more intense just based on not being able to slide the hue/saturation around on paper:

also 2016 was when i discovered the spongebob musical just after it's trial run in chicago (which ended in july of 2016) and i started making fanart at that point... which would have the biggest effect on the way i drew (and i did end up handing in a piece of spongebob musical fanart as one of my art school homeworks lmao)

from summer 2016 until early 2017 things were still quite soft and pastelly in my digital art, colour-wise:

and then suddenly everything got whacked up to 100% on saturation. also i was using the binary tool to give everything really thin pixel lineart for some reason.

then i went on vacation in summer 2017 and didn't draw for maybe a month? just short of? and when i came back i decided to change everything up again... giving characters blobbier, more ugly-cute faces with large squinting eyes and big nostrils and i was worrying a lot less about making anything look smooth, lineart-wise. i turned off the pen stabiliser in SAI and let it wiggle.

then... the spongebob musical opened on broadway in late 2017, i went to see it live in person for the first time... and my whole brain was ENTIRELY consumed by my love of it. i was putting that david zinn inspired pattern explosion into everything, even if it wasn't sbm fanart.

as we go into 2018, i started colouring my lineart. my biggest interest was still broadway musicals (with spongebob at the top of the list)

i think summer 2017 - early 2018 is probably my favourite art era, i was at my most bright and colourful and exciting... although i know in my actual real life i was struggling a lot with my home situation and i had been for some time. art was definitely my escapism back then, and i think a lot of the time i drew really bright, joyful stuff to try and inject that feeling into myself.

as for my university work, i was putting my focus into 3D paper-mache puppets:

and i was also starting to do more repeat patterns, mostly inspired by things around me. i'd learned how to make patterns actually tile and repeat in 2017, so made a few during my time at uni just to accompany some of my projects, but never as the focus of them. one of my university tutors told me that maybe i should put more focus on doing surface pattern, and maybe applying it to textiles, but i said i wasn't interested.

i graduated from my BA in the summer of 2018, and immediately began volunteering at the whitworth art gallery doing anything i could - stewarding, helping with arts and crafts, dancing with families...

in 2019 i was still very colourful... i was trying out more chunky colouring on characters skintones that i think was def inspired by tumblr artist jadenvargen:

but the blobbyness and ugly-cute style of drawing faces was gone by here, and i think... the way i drew characters probably had better *anatomy*, proportions were maybe a bit more realistic...

in 2020 i started adding the black shading to under the chins and some other places on characters' bodies because i started watching the anime my hero academia with my brother, lmao (and i was starting to pastelise colours a bit again, these are the most pastel-ish examples) my lineart has really smoothed back out too, though i never turned my pen stabiliser back on in SAI. i think my hand just adjusted. probably seems a bit insane to miss that, but i do.

by the end of 2020, the almost-year of lockdown over cobid had... made me a bit insane, i think, and i moved out of my mother's house and into a flat with a friend from university.

in 2021 i think things were much the same... i think from this point on is where things have sort of settled. i don't want to say stagnated, but i do think things have been very... like this for a while.

2022 - got the most exciting examples out...

also i was very into these little frames in 2022.

and then on to 2023! in 2022, i did begin trying to shift gears a bit -- hoping to put more energy into sewing and making products (like my tutor has suggested back in uni, even though i'd really resisted the idea.) i sold at a few in-person markets during winter of 2022, but got disheartened by the amount of money i had to sink in up front to sign up for a spot...

which has made me VERY grateful for the people who have supported me via online sales. it has really helped me stay afloat in 2023 - AND it has felt more wonderful than i can describe that there have been people interested in my work... especially when a lot of it has been my original designs, rather than the fanart that i expect a lot of people initially followed me for.

i've also... in the past 2 years... branched out a bit more when it comes to 'being an artist' - and have had the opportunity to deliver arts & crafts workshops with local refugee & asylum seeker support charity, afrocats. it's taken me to their home base in a church to hotels across the city where asylum seekers were temporarily placed while waiting on their new homes, and of course to my beloved whitworth art gallery, where we welcomed visitors from all backgrounds: from the typical white middle class visitors the gallery usually expects, to all the refugee visitors coming into the space for the first time.

and through my volunteering at the whitworth, i showed up so often they decided they might as well pay me. so i've also become a facilitator of... creative play sessions, my favourites of which have been outdoors. monthly, year-round, we have 'outdoor art club', where i get to paint with mud and make potions from leaves with kids & families - here you can see me tell you a little bit about it in this video below with 'crempog' a puppet character that makes videos about activities for kids and families around manchester (my bit starts at 01:10 although i am in the intro and thumbnail haha)

and then of course the summer 'PLAYTIME' activities we've had the past two years: scrap studio in 2022, and play market in 2023. it's the best freelance gig ever -- just to hang out and encourage families to be creative and have fun.

in working more in these new avenues... outside of being - as i've called myself for a long time - "an internet artist"... i've found myself more interested in this sort of thing. in being a "real world artist" too. in doing surface pattern design, and being a workshop facilitator, i find myself wanting to put more energy into these sorts of projects.

in 2023 i've also dabbled a little bit more in youtube videos! i have had a channel for a while and have made videos in previous years, but 2023 has been the year i've done the most in. admittedly most of them haven't been about my art, and more just like... random things that interest me (the spongebob musical in particular) but i've really been enjoying video editing. that's kind of an art form too, so i'm including it here!

moving forward, want to keep putting even more of my energy into other things. my shop, with a bigger range of products to offer. workshops in real life, where i can make a difference.

as for my art blog... i feel like i've done the least drawing in many years in 2023, and... well, things have been weird and complicated for a bit in my real life. i hope to draw for fun a bit more again very soon, and to return to doing things in more of a wild and crazy way, to be more creative and exciting with the way i draw things. still, here's some of my favourites from 2023:

thank you so much to everyone who has borne witness to my art journey this past decade!!! i hope you will stick with me, who knows, maybe for another 10 years if tumblr holds out. especially a big thank you to everyone who has ever commissioned me, or bought anything from my store, you literally keep me able to make art at all and i cannot, cannot, cannot overstate how much it means to me.

i'm moving homes soon, possibly into very cramped temporary conditions for a little while before HOPEFULLY starting my real life with my partner. if i can take one more moment to plug my work, then [here is a link to my online shop] and [here is my ko-fi page too.]

cheers, cheers, cheers!

- LOREN 🌈🍍🎉

[medufasa]

Cool lachambers fics

For @zzzzivy , and anyone else who cares

Everything I Ever Knew About Chris Chambers (*ongoing* - (by heartsflutter; Ao3)

Let The Butterfly Soar (by Goddess Myzt (pretty damn slashy warning) - fanfiction.net))

A 3 parter: Of Sinking Or Swimming (first), In A Savage land (second), The Roaring Silence (third and final)(all by Nenia; they posted it on both fanfiction.net & Ao3) < I believe this was the one I fucking bawled my eyes out on that I talked about before

- Down By The River

- Promise (both by i-nv-u50; fanfiction.net)

Testing the waters (by itbeme: fanfiction.net) in all seriousness I can't remember what happens in this one for the life of me but I did read it

Sweltering Cigarette (by Novelnova; fanfiction.net) (warning,, slashy at times, I believe)

Summer Racing (by NeonTypewritters; fanfiction.net)

Kiss Off (by Princess Lo; fanfiction.net)

A Feeling (by daveylover75; fanfiction.net) A cute little short one

2 parter: Chambers Charm (first), All Knowing Ace Chambers Charm (second and final) (both by iPlu; fanfiction.net)

Paper Prayer (by LadyLove5000; fanfiction.net)

Like Catching Lighting (by Jomellie; fanfiction.net)

Wonderwall (by PolkadotSunstar; fanfiction.net)

Only a Dream? (by BoatsAgainsTheCurrent;

fanfiction.net) < they've made quite a few sbm books (at least one other one being another lachambers fic that I haven't read yet)

A Chris Chambers Holiday (by CherryCokesandWinterSmokes; fanfiction.net)

- All I Want For Christmas

- Stand By You (both by Cynaro of Notre Dame; fanfiction.net) < a bit overly dramatic I recall, but I was invested nonetheless. I also liked the stupid little notes they'd add about the new world order or something at the end of each chapter

Letters (by okayros; fanfiction.net) < very short and sweet!

LaChambers Christmas Story (by cyclops-kiddo; fanfiction.net)

Another 3 parter: Those Were The Days (first), Just Once In My Life (second), It's All Coming Back To Me Now (third and final) (all by secretdemeanor; fanfiction.net)

Stand by Me Always (by Subliminally Profound; fanfiction.net)

Our Home Is Eachother (MauMauKa; fanfiction.net) < the author is questionable... 😭

Stand By Me: Come Go With Me (by TheGeorgieB; fanfiction.net)

Beyond Back Harlow road (by Novem; fanfiction.net) < Muah

- The Price Of Milk (by paper-star-paper-cup; fanfiction.net) < I actually really liked this one ngl tho the plot was kinda crazy

- Wake Up, You've Got Boy Problems (same author and site as previous) < I really liked this one too lol

The Game (by queenofbleach; fanfiction.net & Wattpad) < YALL OK this one was FUCKING CRAZY despite the how unassuming the title is like I actually felt bad reading this cuz it's so..... Yeah. But the ending was sweet. Very fucking slashy,, Chris was a huge dick in this one

Stand By Me (by RavenclawDoll; fanfiction.net)

Maybe You Should've Stayed Someone I Know (by LivieBear; Ao3) < I fucking love how the suspense sorta played near the end of it

Lachambers- Forbidden (by Imvnlla; Ao3 & Wattpad) < this one was soo freaking cute it was like a gay Romeo and Juliet fr. It remains unfinished by one chapter which is probably never going to get completed but it's mostly finished; you could easily figure out an ending from where it ended (slashy in chapter 7)

Lachambers- What If? (Same author and sites as previous) < This one was so good too I think it was one of my first lachambers fics I've read. Slashy and dramatic tho

Une Danse Pour l'Eternité - [ Lachambers ] - (by kass2812; Ao3) < it's all in French pretty much, but there's an option to translate the page into English and it's a pretty solid translation I find. Super cute

these chemical reactions are dividing me (try to keep my eyes closed) (by s0ld_it; Ao3)

One of Our Stories (by BlueDaria; Ao3)

And If This Is What It Takes (by unbelieve; Ao3) < this one was great,, also one of my firsts

Five times they asked eachother if they were ok and one time they didn't have to (by ellsmax; Ao3) < literally the tilte; 6 short cute scenarios

swear I was born in the doorway (by Second_hand_news; Ao3) < modern era 😱😱

Last Chance (by octothorpetopus; Ao3)

Blue-eyed Blond (by fuckfacerichie; Ao3) < what a name, eh? Anyways I like the fics more when they're actually together but dis is cute

Feeling Blue (But Never in Your Arms)

(Anonymous writer; Ao3) < REALLYYYYYY self deprecating but like it gets sweeter since they have eachother and stuff .. aged up smut tho be warned

Where's my love? (by marvelous_inactive; Ao3) < wild and feels kinda unfinished or bittersweet, rather

- Astronomy In Reverse

- Bright Out (both by lachances; Ao3)

yeah ! (by bitchbabytears; Ao3)

Teeth (by hyperrbolic_orange; Ao3)

A Generic GordieChris Slash Fic (by Izout; Ao3) < I fucking laughed the first time reading this

I Won't Be Afraid (by DirtiestGirlInAmerica (LaynaVile); Ao3)) < sad

Letting Go (by Kass; Ao3)

I can't remember shit for most of these but ik I've read all of them and liked em

I may add more later idk I know practically all lachambers fics out there no fucking lie. There's maybe 7 I haven't actually read but I know where to find them 😭 I wish there was more /g

[eleonoraroginska]

Selected individual set/stage design projects archive

2023

Giant Loewe sunglasses sculpture for BlinkBlink.pl x Loewe event at Elektrownia Powiśle

Mery Spolsky "Erotik Era" album cover shoot by Adam Słaboń (Kayax)

Phlov by Anna Lewandowska autumn campaigns by Tomek Janus

Stage design for Hotel Maffija, Solar&Białas, Sobel at SBM Ffestival, Warsaw

Converse All Stars Workshop 

Kmag Magazine Editorial - photos by Natalia Skotnicka

Stage design and hand sculpted masks for Sobel concert at Sun Festival Kołobrzeg

Oshee x Mata - set design for campaign directed by Alex Pak (shootme)

God Save Queens photoshoot campaign by Rogier Alexander

Youtube Awards campaign directed my Mateusz Miszczyński (shootme)

Art Faces Warsaw Zine #2 „root” issue photoshoot by Max Gronowski

Editorial for Mariola Homoncik - photos by Natalia Skotnicka

Natalia Nykiel „Bye Bye” single cover shoot photos by Krystian Lipiec (Off The Records)

Young Leosia - „Jeden dzień” music video directed by Mac Adamczak

Open’er Festival 2023 video campaign directed by Mac Adamczak

Szpaku feat. Waima - „Crazy Frog” music video directed by Jan Dybus (Widok Kolektyw)

Johnnie Walker Blonde campaign directed by Mac Adamczak (Warsaw Production)

Pepsi europe photoshoot by Kuba Bors (Analog Digital TV)

Danucera campaign directed by Tala Dołgowska (Warsaw Creatives)

Kacperczyk „Pokolenie Końca Świata” album cover by Adam Słaboń (SBM)

key visual and set design for Bizneswoman Roku 2023

Relab „Museum of Dinosaurs and Nothing Special” set design for campaign by Zulu Kuki

Waima photoshoot by Michał Mazurek

Molton SS23 campaign by Marta Sinior

Fashion Magazine cover shoot with Maffashion - photos by Dawid Klepadło

Sizeer x New Balance campaign by Karol Pojman

Editorial for Nasty Magazine, photos by Natalia Skotnicka

Żywiec campaign directed by Nathaniel Czarnecki (Spokój Film)

Shopee campaign directed by Michał Jagiełło

2022:

Białas „Głowa Rodziny” EP cover by Piotr Pytel (SBM)

Shopee christmas campaign directed by Nathaniel Czarnecki (Truskavka)

Doda „Aquaria” album cover by Klaudia Piekarska (Universal Music)

Otsochodzi feta OKI - „KFC” music video directed by @yungssebv

Warsaw Shore campaign by Dawid Klepadło (MTV)

Young Igi x Oki „Pleasure” music video directed by @yungssebv

Coca Cola x Kubota campaign by Klaudia Piekarska

White2115 - „Pretty Boy” album cover by Paweł Miśko (SBM)

Otsochodzi x Oskar83 - „Wwa Melanż” music video directed by @yungssebv

Margaret „Cry in my Gucci” music video directed by Alex Pak

Bella Fit SS22 campaign by Natasha Ivanova

Warsaw Sneaker Store campaign by Hien Dinh Ngoc

Włodi4444 x Klarna photoshoot by Paweł Miśko 

Jan Rapowanie - „Bufor” album cover by Zulu Kuki

Mrozu x Jan Rapowanie „Dym” music video directed by Magda Zielińska (Propeller Film)

Friz „Vanilla” music video directed by Filip Celen Krupa (Porobione Studio)

Julia Rocka x Kukon „Blow-Up” directed by Olaf Zażembłowski

Żołądkowa DeLuxe Campaign (Lemon Film)

Białas x Słoń „Klękaj przed Panem” music video directed by Kote & Pak

2021:

Speed Games Garage by Kuba Przygoński studio design

InPost campaign directed by Marek Sobkiewicz - Hirsch

Beata Kozidrak & Justyna Steczkowska - „Między Nami” music video directed by Olga Czyżykiewicz

Stage design for Żabson & guests concert

Sobel - „Drobna Zabawa” music video directed by Hien Dinh Ngoc

Tymek „Marilyn Monroe” music video directed by Adrian Obręczarek

Tymek „Cielo Blu” music video directed by Adrian Obręczarek

Hodak x Paluch - „C.R.E.A.M.” music video directed by Hien Dinh Ngoc

Tymek photoshoot for VOGUE Polska by Adrian Obręczarek

Garaż Acoustic studio design 

Ballantines x newonce summer campaign

[otonokis]

Not sure if you knew this but Brooke aka Paul the lost boy was one hell of a skateboarder. I've always figured Paul would love skateboarding what with his boundless energy and playful soul.

AHH Ok yeah i have watched thrashin' , like literally only bc i knew he was in it and wanted to see him (frankly i did so uhh a bit inebriated so i don't remember it super well other than various parts and how cute he was HAH) and that makes total sense!! it does suit him, that's very cute ^^

[reallyhardy]

Which SBM costume would you wear on a daily basis?

ivjiajgjaeroiuafiejflia oh boy!!! uh tbh patrick is already wearing my summer fashion (i’m all about tie dye and hawaiian shirts) so definitely patrick’s!!! and pink and green is one of my fave colour combos

[yasmijn]

Ada kesadaran-kesadaran kecil yang baru muncul ketika kita udah terlanjur tercebur. Dulu waktu mikirin mau lanjut sekolah, yang ada di otak bener-bener cuma gimana caranya bisa keterima program dan dapet beasiswa. Waktu benar-benar pergi dan udah mulai ikut perkuliahan, masih kena euforia, kayak, “Wuhu kuliah di Eropa!”. Tapi begitu udah mulai masuk exam week, dan tersadar bahwa ada begitu banyak materi yang harus dihafal... aku baru benar-benar ngeh bahwa sekolah itu nggak cuma sekolah, tapi ada banyak tanggung jawab yang mengikuti di belakangnya.

Bahwa pilihan untuk mulai sekolah lagi berarti ada banyak tugas dan exam yang harus dikerjakan, bahwa ada target-target nilai yang harus dicapai, resit-resit yang harus dihindari, elective-elective yang harus dipilih, kesempatan internship, dan keinginan pribadi bahwa aku nggak cuma mau sekolah untuk sekadar lulus dan materinya langsung kulupakan begitu saja setiap selesai kuliah. Lalu ambisi-ambisi kecil lainnya kayak pengen dapet nilai rata-rata minimal 7.5 biar bisa qualified untuk ambil Honours Programme meskipun nggak akan ngambil karena takut menambah beban-beban yang tidak perlu berhubung usahaku selalu suboptimal. Jiper ft jiker.

Pun waktu kemarin daftar untuk jadi anggota Board of Studies dan keterima, aku baru sadar bahwa nantinya aku akan sering berinteraksi langsung dengan para dosen yang juga mengajar di kelas, yang berarti aku harus punya nilai bagus juga karena kalo nggak malu dong :( Memang anaknya kurang berpikir panjang dalam berpartisipasi dalam hal-hal. Udah gitu aku jadi harus bisa berpendapat dan berargumen dengan 3 orang dosen termasuk program director MoT (kemarin berakhir dengan w di-grill dan saran tidak didengarkan tapi yaudah at least I tried). Tapi lumayan sih bakalan dapet kompensasi karena aku mengajukan diri jadi minute taker. Yuhu my first salary from the university. 

Aku nggak tau sih apakah ini karena pilihanku untuk belajar manajemen di sekolah teknik (mungkin agak ekivalen dengan kuliah SBM di ITB), tapi 2 quarter awal ini semua terasa easy breezy covergirl banget, sampe kadang bingung kok ini pace dan loadnya gini sih. Bahkan nggak ada apa-apanya dibandingkan sama cobaan selama di Teknik Industri S1. Di saat semua teman-teman lainnya yang bertebaran ngambil jurusan engineering belajar mulu sampe stress kayak mau mati. Tapi ya penyesalan itu sungguhlah tiada gunanya karena toh kalo diulang juga aku mau ambil teknik apasih?? Orang dari awal masuk ITB aja tujuan hidupnya adalah ambil teknik yang nggak teknik-teknik amat (yup Teknik Industri adalah pilihan yang sangat tepat). 

Tapi sejujurnya Q3 ini mulai semakin menarik sih (sepertinya) (semoga), dan  tadi siang sudah menyisihkan hampir 2 jam lebih untuk mengkaji topik-topik terkait kehidupan perkuliahan seperti akankah aku ngambil Honours? (Nggak), dan akankah aku ambil Macroeconomics for Policy Analysis? (Nggak), dan akankah aku ambil Business Development Lab? (likely yes), ditambah sudah juga buat akun di career platformnya TU Delft karena pengen cari summer internship meskipun CV buat DDB aja belum dibuat-buat. Huks.

Kadang semua rencana yang udah diatur sedemikian rupa bisa langsung bubar jalan digantikan kebingungan ketika ada begitu banyak percabangan di jalan dengan segala kemungkinannya. Di saat-saat begini, memang ada baiknya kembali buka motivation letter untuk bisa mengembalikan diri ke jalan yang lurus. Sigh.

[bustertonki]

Cantonese words rock and kiss

#Cantonese words rock and kiss free

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#Cantonese words rock and kiss free

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[triskhellion]

Sweet & Sour Summertime

Songs (prompts:)

Big Star - Thirteen (13) Abby Webster - Sturgeon Moon (Sturgeon) The Postal Service - Brand New Colony (Joy) Goldfrapp - Black Cherry (Black Cherry) Bonobo - Break Apart (Unravel) The Mavericks - Blue Moon (Blue Moon) Childish Gambino - Summertime Magic (Summer) Alien Ant Farm - Attitude (Dispute) Unwritten Law - Seein' Red (Red Haze) Placebo - Special K (Special) Wilderado - Wheat (Grain) The Troggs - Wild Thing (Lynx) Van Morrison - Days Like This (Woman)

💿 means it's a mix with a particular listening order (at least the first time) for flow or narrative reasons.

[newcliches]

me: asks the writers n directors of summer of 84 who the boys sbm counterparts would be said writers n directors: dodge the question and answer while avoiding answering me: so my ideas are valid??? interesting

[lcpmon]

i said i wouldnt do popsicle liquid charms but the thought of owning my ideal summer sbms does allure me. unfortunately only morton and i like them in old timey swim suits bc everyone else wants sexy flat bellied twinks or washboard abs

[allaboutilvolo]

Il Volo @ Monte-Carlo Sporting Summer Festival 2018

New Post about @ilvolo has been published on http://www.ilvolo.mus.br/2018/08/il-volo-monte-carlo-sporting-summer-festival-2018/

Il Volo @ Monte-Carlo Sporting Summer Festival 2018

On July 31st, 2018, Il Volo performed a remarkable concert during the Monte-Carlo Sporting Summer Festival, at Salle des Etoiles in Monte-Carlo. Photos by Philip Ducap Fine Art Photography - Monte-Carlo SBM/Monte-Carlo Live. Il 31 luglio 2018, durante il Monte-Carlo Sporting Summer Festival, Il

[sapanmaurya]

Swachh Bharat Summer Internship 2... Events at Village... #trainersapanmaurya #sapansir #sapan #sapanmaurya #sbsi #sbm #volansis #volunteers #travelling #eventmanagement #event #survey #cleaninghands #teamwork #team #teambuilding #leader #leadershipdevelopment #communication (at Jabalpur-Smart City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD65tfoFEBi/?igshid=kwlxn894oe1e

[nafsuaksara-blog]

Mesin Waktu

Wangi dan lagu kadang (atau bahkan sering) membawa kita pada kejadian di waktu lampau.

Saya ingat lumayan banyak.

Dulu waktu smp kelas 2, teman depan saya selalu pakai parfum yang lumayan mencolok baunya. Karena kelas saya duduk selalu sesuai absen, saya sampai hafal dengan baunya walaupun awalnya risih karena wanginya memang benar-benar mencolok. Beberapa waktu yang lalu, saya mencium bau yang sama persis. Saya langsung inget sama teman saya. Namun, saya juga sekaligus inget sama kejadian-kejadian di kelas dan juga teman-teman yang lain.

Waktu kelas 1 sma, saya pakai parfum wardah yang flame. Ruang 53, kelas saya waktu sma kelas 1 dulu panas, walaupun ada ac tapi seakan gak berguna, jadi tiap siang biasanya kami belajar sambil kipas-kipas. Kalau sedang gak ada guru, kami keluar dan ngemper di depan kelas. Saat kelas 2 sma saya ganti parfum wardah innocent bekas lungsuran kakak saya. Waktu mau beli lagi, saya ke counter wardah dan nyoba nyium bau parfum-parfumnya. Waktu nyium bau yang flame, saya langsung ingat sama panasnya ruang 53, gerahnya belajar di dalam kelas sambil kipas-kipas, sampai ingat ngemper di depan kelas.  Saat kelas 2 sampai kelas 3 sma, saya selalu pakai wardah innocent. Tapi, ada waktu saya gak pakai parfum sama sekali karena lagi bokek. Waktu mau beli lagi yang innocent, saya inget betul kejadian-kejadian saat kelas 2 sma. Latihan garkabhasu, kejebak hujan di sekolah, latihan garka di rumah samid, sumpeknya altug waktu selesi garkabhasu, bikin film sama anak-anak asparagus. These were the good old days. Banget.

Saya punya banyak sekali kenangan kalau soal lagu.  Lagu-lagu Avenged Sevenfold adalah lagu-lagu favorit waktu jaman saya smp. So Far Away yang bikin saya paling ingat dengan crush saya jaman smp. Waktu doi ultah, sampai saya bela-belain bikin video saya main gitar sambil nyanyi. Memalukan memang. Sampai sekarang saya gak berani buat nonton videonya lagi. Lagu Rude adalah lagu paling booming jaman saya sma kelas 1, hampir tiap hari anak-anak kelas nyanyi lagu itu. Ditambah sama lagu Hey Soul Sister, Summer Paradise, I’m Yours, karena lagu-lagu itu adalah lagu garkanya expn. Kalau didengerin lagi, bikin saya inget sama sumpeknya garkabhasu kelas 10 yang gak selesai-selesai dan gak berhasil diaransemen karena emang saya gak jago.  Untuk Perempuan yang Sedang dalam Pelukan dan Angin Pujaan Hujan milik Payung Teduh, dua lagu yang paling bikin saya inget sama bedhol dan java roats. Hampir tiap hari ojan, nyambek, nyanyi lagu-lagu itu. Waktu liburan semester 1 kelas 12, saya pergi liburan ke Bandung naik kereta. Sepanjang perjalanan di kereta, lagu-lagu yang saya puter adalah dari album kedua Banda Neira. Yang saya inget kalau muter lagi lagu-lagu Banda Neira, khususnya Biru dan Matahari pagi adalah malam di kereta waktu semua sudah tidur, suasana guest house, bau Bandung (asli ini absurd banget sebenernya), ITB!!! (dulu masih pengen masuk itb), Braga, museum Asia-Afrika, dan jalanan Bandung. Ada juga lagu Re : Langit dan Laut yang bikin inget sama ian.  Lalu, album pertama Danilla adalah lagu-lagu yang selalu saya putar waktu belajar sbm. Sumpeknya mahami materi, latihan soal, sampai bolos sekolah yang niatnya belajar sbm di rumah tapi ujung-ujungnya gak terlaksana. Lagu-lagu Danilla bikin kangen sama meja belajar di rumah dan rak-raknya yang sekarang sudah dirombak total.

Oh iya, Jatuh Cinta nya Tulus bikin saya inget jaman-jamannya saya lagi suka sama orang.  Sepertinya masih ada banyak lagi tapi saya gak inget semuanya.

Wangi dan lagu memang kayak mesin waktu. Mereka bisa membawa kita secara tiba-tiba ke kejadian waktu lampau, membuat kita ingat secara detail akan suasananya, bahkan bisa membawa kita seakan-akan ada di sana.