#tears on the letter | meme reply

[lockedtowers]

“ Why can’t this family ever have a funky good time? ” (lizzie @ william)

“the ‘funky phase’ was the toy animatronics, elizabeth. we saw what happened to toy foxy. that’s why i switched to the originals— and the funtime animatronics. arguably the funtime ones should have been… what is it your age group calls it? ‘funky fresh’?”

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Toto Wolff with wife reader. Feat their son, Jack. I've seen teams do a fan forum for races and I would like to request one. She had been invited along with Lewis and George and of course Toto to the stage (like the one in Silverstone) and just answered fans questions. I know that sometimes they throw things (I saw one with Toto trying to catch or failing to catch something🤣🤣) And them being the cutest couple. Him giving her heart eyes, her blushing, fans teasing for kisses👀 Anything. Tag me later! Thanks!! :))

The sun cast a warm glow over the Silverstone paddock, creating a shimmering backdrop as the crowd buzzed with energy. It was an eventful day, and the atmosphere was electric. The stage, lined with banners bearing the iconic Mercedes logo, was set for a special interaction with fans. You stood at its centre alongside Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, and Toto, your husband, whose presence always stirred excitement among the fans.

“Alright, everyone,” Lewis said, a wide grin on his face as he scanned the crowd. “Let’s hear those questions!” The fans cheered in response, a sea of raised hands waving enthusiastically.

A young fan at the front raised a microphone. ���This question is for Mrs. Wolff,” she began, eyes bright with anticipation. “What’s the best thing about being married to Toto?”

A ripple of laughter passed through the crowd. Toto glanced at you, a playful smirk curving his lips as the spotlight settled on you. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling a subtle blush rise to your cheeks.

“Oh, where do I start?” you teased, earning a delighted roar from the audience. “I’d say it’s the way he’s always so calm and collected—except when he’s yelling into the radio,” you added, feigning a serious look that cracked into a smile as Toto let out an exaggerated groan.

“Guilty,” he admitted, shrugging as Lewis and George chuckled beside him.

The session continued with light-hearted questions and stories. George shared an anecdote about Toto’s impeccable timing during practice, while Lewis reminisced about their first Silverstone victory together. Then, without warning, a playful shout came from the crowd.

“Catch, Toto!”

A white blur sailed through the air. Toto instinctively reached out, fingertips brushing the fabric before it tumbled past him. He broke into laughter, shaking his head as Lewis bent down and picked it up. The object was revealed to be a t-shirt, emblazoned with a large, grinning image of Toto’s face and the words “I Have It Printed Out” in bold lettering.

The crowd erupted into cheers and laughter. “That’s brilliant,” George said, turning the shirt for the audience to see. You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles, eyes crinkling with mirth.

“Looks like you’re a walking meme, Toto,” Lewis teased, nudging him lightly.

“Oh, don’t I know it,” Toto replied, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. He turned to you, holding the shirt out with an exaggerated flourish. “Do you want to keep this as a gift, darling?”

You reached for it, the crowd chanting in unison: “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

The chant grew louder, blending with laughter and whoops. Toto’s eyebrows shot up, and he glanced at you with a gleam of mischief. “Well, the people have spoken,” he said.

Your blush deepened, but you couldn’t help smiling. Leaning in, you pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to his cheek, the gesture met with thunderous applause and whistles. Toto’s eyes lit up, softening with unmistakable affection as he turned to face you fully, the rest of the world momentarily forgotten.

“You two are too cute,” Lewis said, placing a hand over his heart and pretending to wipe a tear.

George laughed. “No wonder they throw shirts at you, Toto. They know who the real star is.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Toto said, his voice low but warm, eyes still locked on yours.

The next question came from an older fan in the back. “Toto, do you ever feel nervous when your wife is up there with you?”

Toto’s expression softened further. “Every day,” he answered sincerely, earning a collective “aww” from the crowd. “But in the best possible way,” he added, turning to you. “She’s my strongest supporter and my fiercest critic, all in one. And seeing her out here, sharing this moment, makes it all even more special.”

For a moment, the event paused in an unplanned silence, filled with the warmth of genuine emotion. You reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly as the crowd watched, eyes glistening with admiration.

“Okay, before we all start crying here,” Lewis said, breaking the moment with a grin, “next question!”

The session continued with the same playful energy, with fans firing off questions and sharing laughs with their racing heroes. But the moment on stage between you and Toto lingered, a reminder that amidst the roar of engines and competitive spirit, there were human stories filled with love, laughter, and shared dreams. And today, under the sun and in front of thousands of fans, those stories shone as brightly as the Silverstone track itself.

@pear-1206

[elysiumcircusif]

Would it be possible to know how the ROs would react to accidentally stumbling across some very poetic love letters the MC wrote to/about them but never gave them? 💌

Greetings, it is definitely possible! What a sweet thought dear masked guest ❤️

AURORA: Aurora hates secrets but if she found out that the MC has some hidden love letters written just for her, she would not get upset. She would go through every single letter and then hug all of them close to her chest. She is MC's oldest and best friend so she will wonder about how she didn't understand their feelings. She never thought anybody would ever think of her so poetically. Knowing that MC feels that way, Aurora cant help but be giddy every time she sees MC after that. She would quote some lines from the letters around MC slyly, just to see their reaction.

"What's wrong MC? Cat got your tongue?"

PAX: When Pax sees your letters, he doesn't know what to make of them. They are the meme of the chef from ratatouille reading the paper and realizing the truth. After they are done reading all of the letters, they will sit in silence for a while, just trying to soak all of it in. Then he will grab all of those letters and rush to where MC is, and read all of it out loud to them. They stop momentarily to comment on some lines they found hard to understand or particularly funny/romantic. Pax wants to know why MC didn't send those letters or at least tell him because he would have liked to know about it sooner.

"Did you really just compare me to that? It's too much MC...but I am not complaining."

VIOLET: Violet is a huge fan of love letters. She has always liked the cliche romance. So, when Vi stumbles across the poetic love letters of MC addressed to her, she is on cloud nine. She has always been the poet and never the poetry, that's why reading all of MC's letters where she is the subject of such beautiful lines of art, makes her tear up a little. Violet is a bit mad at MC for hiding them because would have liked to reply to every single letter they wrote but nevertheless, she kisses those letters and leaves her mark on them for MC to see that she knows.

"You should have sent a letter to me the day you finished writing one! I would have loved to return all of your affection in kind."

NICK: Nick is beyond ecstatic to find those hidden letters. He paces around the room while reading them. He can't believe MC thinks about him that way. He swears that he will frame the letters and hang them up in his bedroom wall(and he probably will).For Nick, MC's love letters about him are the best piece of literature ever written. He thinks MC is "basically Shakespeare reincarnated!"

"I am never going to shut up about this! Let me order some frames real quick."

All the ROs are more than happy to see all your letters♡♡♡

[femmmie]

Ian throws Anthony a surprise birthday party

Such a timely prompt :D

I decided to combine this fic with this promt:

The Best Day Ever

November thirtieth, 1987

June seventeenth, 1984

September sixteenth, 1987

Ian never had to think about these dates. He just knew, from around a month before they were due, to buy a gift and send a card. Of course he would also just call his sister and he'd see Anthony every week anyway. It had been like that for years and years. But the last few of them had been painful.

September sixteenth, 2017. Ian had sent a card and a text. No reply.

September sixteenth, 2018. Ian had sent nothing.

September sixteenth, 2019. Ian had sent a text. Just a 'thanx' in return.

September sixteenth, 2020. Ian had sent a birthday meme. 'lol thanks'.

September sixteenth, 2021. Ian sent nothing.

And September sixteenth, 2022. Nothing.

But now it was August 16th 2023 and Ian was determined to make Anthony's upcoming birthday count for seven. He was pacing up and down his Los Angeles appartement, suddenly stopped and shouted: "that's it!" into the dullness of the evening.

"What's up with Ian the last few days?" Shayne asked Keith at the Smosh headquarters.

They'd barely seen Ian, which had been common but not lately, now Anthony was there too. They peaked into Ian's office.

"He's still on the phone?"

Shayne stroked an imaginary goatee. "He's up to something…!"

Then the invitations started to arrive at people's doorsteps. They were impeccably hand written in gold letters that made you feel guilty of even considering not going. "The Declaration of Anthony Day" was written proudly at the top of each invitation. People would ask each other if they'd gotten one in hushed tones, and soon it was apparent that everyone at Smosh - the cast, the crew, the supporting staff - they were all invited. This was going to be some hell of a party.

And then the day arrived. A dull Saturday morning, Anthony had invited Ian, Mykie and a couple of his close friends for a vegan brunch at his home. Nothing fancy. Turning thirty-seven wasn't a particularly remarkable feat and Anthony didn't want to remind everyone of how hot he was while being the oldest person at Smosh.

The brunch was nice and uneventful, and Anthony was ready to spent the rest of the day quietly but all of a sudden the doorbell rang.

"Did we order pizza?" Mykie asked.

"I don't think so?" Anthony said, confused.

He opened the door and his jaw might as well have hit the floor. Shane Told from Silverstein was at his doorstep, dressed in all black but casual garments, and said matter-of-factly: "Happy birthday Anthony! Are ya comin'?"

"Wh.. whaaaat?" Anthony laughed and looked around, and immediately found the culprit. Ian stood there cheesing like a fool.

"Are you behind this, bestie?" Anthony asked. Ian winked.

Everyone followed Shane down the stairs and then they saw it: a sparkling monstrosity of a party bus. It was already packed with people!

"Oh my god, Jenna? Justine? Ryan! Natalie?!"

It was like the bus was filled with the year 2005. Anthony loved it. All these OG youtubers he'd not seen for ages. All of them greeted him with hugs and kisses and giggles and there was wine and champagne, and Anthony's party entered the bus as well and they drove off into downtown LA. When they arrived, Anthony saw they were at Rahel Ethiopian Vegan Cuisine, one of the best vegan restaurants in the city.

The owner of the restaurant greeted the party at the door and said "In honor of Anthony Day I have prepared you the most delicious foods! Please come inside."

"Anthony Day?" Anthony wondered aloud, and Ian laughed.

The evening was simply wonderful and Anthony saw so many people he almost got dizzy. But the night wasn't over: Ian's phone rang and he said "Hey Anthony, it's for you!"

Anthony picked up the phone, and he saw his mom in her home, together with Ian's mom who was apparently visiting.

"Hello dear," they said in near unison. Anthony was on the verge of tears.

"Hi moms."

They exchanged some sweet words and congratulations and when they hung up, Anthony dived in to hug Ian.

"This means so much to me, Ian."

Ian smiled mischievously.

"What are you planning now?" Anthony said mock-accusingly.

"Well, Anthony, you've just eaten the best meal of your life, but not everything can be five stars on your birthday. I've made you something that you must eat, or I will be offended! But I can't promise you that it's any good, or edible at all…"

The chef appeared again and rolled up a cake with thirty-seven candles on it.

"You made the cake?!" Anthony asked Ian, with a quiver in his voice.

"I sure did buddy. You know the last six years I haven't gotten you a proper gift or anything. I want to make good on that."

"Oh Ian!" Anthony hugged him again.

"Alright, alright," Ian patted Anthony on the back but he smiled widely while he did it.

To be honest, the cake did taste mediocre, but Anthony didn't mind at all. It was all the more proof that Ian had actually made it himself. He ate a whole chunk of it, and it wouldn't have mattered, all the other things. Just this cake alone, and Ian, those were the best gifts he could have ever gotten. Anthony was blissfully happy. When he went to sleep that night, he croaked to Mykie:

"I love Ian so much, he's the best friend in the entire world."

"I know you do honey," Mykie replied sweetly. "I'm so glad you're finally back together. You've been so much happier, and that in turn makes me happier."

Anthony hugged her under the blankets.

"You're such a hugger, I love it."

"Come here, daddy wants his cuddles," Anthony joked. But he was so tired that he fell asleep almost immediately after that.

[k00ldino]

vector angst??

it’s more likely than you’d think

vector definitely wasn’t the same upon returning back to earth after being trapped on the moon (and mars later on). the whole ordeal left a bad taste in his mouth.

he plays it off, of course, but he often gets triggered by images and mentions of space, and even just seeing the moon in the sky is enough to bring back those awful memories. sometimes, he finds himself replaying his time spent there in his mind. the dread of not knowing if he’ll ever return, of not having any food or water. simply being up there alone was enough to make him panic. so isolated, with nobody around to hear his cries for help. was it days? weeks? all he knew was that it was MUCH too long.

for quite a while after his arrival home, he’d have nightmares, leaving him frequently waking up a sobbing mess. it got to a point where he was too scared to fall asleep at times, so he opted to keep himself awake for days at a time instead. he barely ate, barely slept. he was a shell of his former self, no longer even having the energy to pull off any evil schemes.

he rarely left his home out of fear of something like that happening again. every letter or text from a potential rival sent him into an anxious spiral. what if THEY trapped him in space as well? he so desperately wanted to keep doing what he loved, villainy being one of his special interests, but how could he continue after going through something so awful??

his father noticed, of course, and urged him to speak with a therapist, but what was he supposed to tell them?

“yeah, i got stuck in space because i kidnapped some guy’s daughters and it kinda messed me up.”

he refused, insisting that it was fine and that he’d be back to his old self in no time! he reassured his dad that everything would be alright, that he was just in a bit of a weird mood since coming back.

“it’s probably just something to do with the weird change in time zones. don’t worry about me!”

it’s not like he really had anybody else to check in on him. he had a handful of online friends, sure, but he kept them satisfied with simple messages on discord. a meme here, a reply there. nothing too extreme. he didn’t want anybody to worry about him. the number one supervillain in the world didn’t NEED support!

it took months of pestering from his dad to finally see a counselor, just to shut him up, who had even gone through the effort of searching for somebody who deals specifically with villains. how thoughtful!

he walked into his first session the next week, only to be greeted with “oh hey, i know you! you’re the guy that got stuck on the moon, right?” which caused him to INSTANTLY burst into tears.

once he’d calmed down, he recounted his experiences of how isolated and scared he felt. he was surprised to be shown compassion from somebody other than his own father. being able to vent all of his feelings to someone who was actually listening felt so gratifying for him, and it was even better that his therapist was able to offer him support and a solid recovery plan. he left feeling a million times better, going so far as to clean up his fortress and take care of himself for the first time in ages.

he started going to weekly sessions, and was slowly finally able to work himself up to going out and stargazing! it was such a big milestone moment for him. the next time he met with his therapist he gave them the biggest hug and thanked them profusely for helping him.

to this day, he still feels a hitch in his chest whenever he sees or hears anything about the moon or mars out of the blue, but he’s able to meet it with much less stress than before. he’s even gone back to carrying out his villainous duties!

[vaulttecexec]

@armageddonpitchman: [ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last.

they had a good run. their baby wasn't a baby anymore, and for the past two decades, they kept him sane and stable. was it hard? absolutely, chems he needed were hard enough to come by. did they manage? they did, and together, they had the life they'd given up on before everything went to shit.

she started to notice a few days ago. he would cough more. his movements weren't as smooth as they once were. she knew, and she couldn't help but want to ignore it. she loved him too fucking much to think of the alternative, and she wasn't ready. she wasn't ready to say she'd have to do this without him again. she wasn't ready to give up one of the best parts of her.

and it was selfish to ask him to keep fighting the inevitable. she knew it was, and she was running out of time to keep doing it. she couldn't hold on to him forever. so, she decides to keep her promise. if he asks, she would. just, not yet. no, right now, she finds him in their make pretend house, moving slowly to duck under his arm and stand between him and the counter.

she manages to play the little radio they'd found years ago, and she takes his hand. one last dance. one last moment to remember before she gets the fuck out of dodge. she'll drug him with the last of the supply, and then, she has to move. she has to take janey north and come back to finish a job she shouldn't have promised to do.

and it was selfish when she went up on her toes, loaded his inhaler for him and depressed it. she let him cough, but it wasn't enough. they both knew it. still on her toes, she presses her lips to his when the coughing fit subsides. her life depends on how close she can be, and how much of him she can remember like this. letters meant nothing if their author wasn't there to keep replying.

that was selfish, too, and so were the tears she let stream down her cheeks. "i promised you, and i'll keep my word, but I-," she couldn't tell him how much she didn't want to around the lump in her throat. she knows she'll never have him like this again. have him aware and fully with her. "i love you, cowboy."

it's selfish of her, to hope he'd tell her he'd changed his mind and she didn't have to do this, but she knew she did. And she would, but she'd continue to be selfish and refuse to be the one to break it to their kid who just came bounding up the front steps. "i'll give you two a minute, and I'll take her north, and when i get back-."

she walks away before their daughter caught her crying. she'd promised. she'd do it, but fuck if it didn't rip her heart out to have to be the one he trusted enough to see him that way.

[meme, accepting!]

[cosmicangst]

tags you're it

personal blathering space ft. mostly psycho-pass, joseimuke, (j)rpgs, and video games, lit, vibes, and some misc romance-adjacent stuff. maybe writing and some art. 

i don’t tag everything but i will tag content/trigger warnings so drop me a line. i also collect tropes/themes:

#god’s not dead; she’s just very tired. catch-all religion, spirituality, and mythology

#they used to shout my name; now they whisper it. prophets, martyrs, and made heroes

#après moi le déluge. witch grandma à la strega nona and/or neighbor who communes with goats and that old dead guy who lives in your cupboard

#those who do and those who don’t. cyberpunk, machines who dreamed themselves into sentience, (non)binary states.

#upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. decaying empires, beasts slouching towards bethlehem, and crumbling concrete in the backstreets of the city

#tragedy is clean. it’s restful. it’s certain. the ontology of tragedies, loop storytelling, doomed endings, and good old-fashioned classics

#half daughter / half apology. kind of an ‘about me’ tag— mixture of queer-ing, gender-ing with monster theory and being slightly off from that mental illness luv <3

#diaspora blues. soul-weary homesickness when home doesn’t resemble home anymore

#whatever walked there walked alone. ghosts, hauntology, places that are born rather than built

#romance novels are good actually. because they are!!! also featuring romance novels that i’ve recently read

#💌. future love letters for me and you <33333

#growth. revisit and repeat

#provocations. other food for thot

#footnotes. arbitrary to-read list, mostly history or critical theory/activist texts

fandom-specific things:

#secondhand smoke. tsunemori akane and kougami shinya from psycho-pass (this is THE blog essentially)

#hawya. my fic, “here, and where you are”, a shinkane pride and prejudice/regency au

#pp. psycho-pass meta, memes, discussion, etc.

#sims. my long lifespan sims 4 playthrough ft. shinkane and their descendants

#one single thread of gold. artem wing and rosa/mc (named “elle finch” in-game) from tears of themis

#got your six. shepard and garrus vakarian from the mass effect series because no universe exists where one is without the other

#shepard. my mass effect oc, augustine jane shepard. she’s a pinay earthborn sole survivor with a paragade streak.

#if he is not the word of god. god never spoke. tomas ortega and marcus keane from the exorcist

#please picture me in the weeds. five and viktor from the umbrella academy, and the loving oroborous of the apocalypse that is their family.

#there was the poetry. a dot ham and a dot burr from hamilton. yeah i know

other:

#jm. catch-all liveblogs/notes for all my joseimuke playthroughs

#🌙. my book, the moon eaters, which is magical realism set in contemporary los angeles with elements of filipino mythology! really love this novel, hope to write it someday

#for a rainy day., #drafts. prompts, ideas, fic fodder/memes, and works-in-progress

#notes., #fic rec. media reviews, notes, and recs

#weekly reads. my round-up/reviews for what i read the past week

#audio. mostly showtunes, my middle school emo phase, etc. that i downloaded from limewire

#🇵🇭. philippines and filipino diaspora-related art/text

#gif., #edit. non-fic/art related things i’ve made

#reply. answered asks/replies

[kpophubb]

Hiii baby💓 I hope you slept good☺️ ⛄️ 4pm

I think I'm still receiving it honestly I'm like still under the impression (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ♥

Also all the posts like the design; like the way you put everything together it's just so pretty like it's aesthetically so pleasing 🌟

You attached so many pictures of hyunnie 🥹 I just can't take my eyes of those things

I just want to put them somewhere just to save all of this all of these memories, I want to collect everything put it in the 📦 lock 🔒 put the 🔑 on my neck to always have it with me🥺💞🙈

I was thinking yesterday that like what did I do to deserve all of these from you🥹🥺 I also want to be the person that you could lean on, the person that would make you happy🥺

I'm so happy 🥺thank you💞

As for the ✉️ #1😞 I'm so sorry I cannot send it again it was like available one week and after one week it was automatically deleted from the system when I uploaded it there😟 I checked today but I don't have it anywhere.., but it's OK I will write more💗🫶🏻 so please just don't be sad about it OK,? I don't remember what I was talking about,but it was probably something that I have already said through the asks that I send you this week🙈☺️🥰

You're so sweet and adorable🌟🌸💓 maybe one day I will send you the physical letter why not?😃 of course if you want

I was worried that other things that I attach some like cute memes and stuff you could’ve also not seen, but I checked on it and you mentioned that you so other attachments and I'm just so happy💞

Thank you so much for worrying about me🥺 you're like my sweet angel you know🥺💞 I think I even added first song to our playlist angel baby by troye sivan 🎶

“I'll tell you how I almost died

While you're bringing me back to life

I just wanna live in this moment forever”

I'm also listening now to your recommendation with darling of 17 and it's just so cute 🥺🥺

Oh my gosh I'm getting emotional and I have to go now:( but happy tears 🥲💋💖❣️ oh my God you're so kind to me I just want to do a lot of things for you to repay you🥺

I didn't finish reading your last reply it's so weird but I want to save it for the evening when I'm back from things that I have to finish today👉🏻👈🏻

I'm so happy you had to peaceful celebration nothing crazy I know a lot of people don't like holidays they complain that they have to be with their families but I guess yours was good right?😃 I want to hear more about you🥲💞

I wish you could read my mind 🙈😄there's so many things that I want to tell you , ask you , talk about ..that I feel like my brain is 💥

~ your happy 🐁

Hi my 🐁 anonie!! ❣️ yes ofc I’ve been sleeping 11-12 hours everyday, ofc I’m brimming with energy lol😤 how about you?

I ofc attached a lot of pics of hyunnie bc I know you LOVE HIM SO MUCH! I also know you love soobinie and sunoo? 💞 I want you to smile everytime you read my asks just the way I do when I get yours that’s why I write long answers and put a lot of emojis and paragraphs <3 🌟 aww pls that’s so sweet🥹 I always do this, I take photos of precious things and always save them in a specific folder on my gallery and sometimes even edit them w music and make them special!! 🫶🏻

you don’t have to feel lucky, I’m only doing what I feel like you deserve and what I love doing! 🤍 for me kindness and helping people are the most important things and I receive validation from making others feel comforted and good. I believe love is the most magical & healing feeling in the world so i always try to preach it and make others feel loved and appreciated! ❣️ you have no idea how happy I’m to read that you’re feeling happy rn. 🥺

ayee no, it’s sad that the letter expired :(( but if you say it’s okay, it’s okay then! </3 I just felt sad that you poured sm efforts into writing sth for me and I couldn’t even read it, let alone reply. But I promise I’ll look forward to and reply to ALL YOUR FURTHER sweetly written letters anonie! 💗 pls I’d love the physical copy, AAH I hope one day we meet magically😭 and I can give u lots of hugs and head pats and be there with you 🫂 + don’t worry I always see all the pics you attach, the skz hug pictures and the Pinterest love memes. So cute. Just like you are! 🫶🏻

PLEASE I was so obsessed with the song “angel baby” after you recommended it to me and told me first how you dedicated it to me. I felt so special. T-T and I also made video edits of heeseung with that song and posted for his bday here with the lyrics. The song is so catchy and comforting!😍 and don’t feel obligated to repay me baby love,, if you didn’t know I already feel an incredible amount of joy just being here, being me, writing my mind and talking to you people!! And you obviously, cause you’ve been so interactive since day 1, it just melts my heart🥺💖

Yes my trip was really healing tbh. I clicked a lot of pictures of the views (not me I don’t really click my own pictures lol😭) and I went w my mom and older brother so we had fun!! I don’t like big family gatherings as well..it makes me feel uncomfortable and anxious I just enjoy being w my parents grandma siblings and one aunt :p

hmph about me? I don’t really have a lot to say about me bc idk what to say I get so awkward and I don’t talk a lot about my personal life but currently I’m doing skincare^ like hyunnie? (Even our mask colours are the same lmao) I’ve not gotten any self care during my trip so now I’m doing a bit of care to restore my conditions haha. I also wrote in my scrapbook a while ago and listened to some songs. This year has been really good for me- I accomplished all my goals and grew a lot as a person and made many dreams come true. I’m so thankful. ❤️ atm I just feel really lonely..bc I’ll have to leave behind everything and my best friend behind and I’m so attached to them all, it breaks my heart </3

Feel free to talk your mind anonie! Anything you’d like to say I like listening to people talk cause it fascinates me how different people think and have unique perspectives and experience various emotions. I can’t wait to receive more asks from you and hear you talk to me! 💋

[villagiers]

gen tag drop !!

[lockedtowers]

" i was nowhere and everywhere. " ( alice @ cass )

a familiarity in crossing complexities, a furthering of twisting reddened threads-- though, red seemed such a wretched color now, even as the hues create part of her own magics tone, another entwining with the shade so associated with the savior herself. every aspect of opposing factions which the cat always found caught between.

"not a lost thought." overarching tilt that would dissuade most, yet the savior would be well acquainted with the cat's oddities. "but quite average for you, no?" tongue flicks over sharp canines, much more pointed than an average oyster's would, but light enough most might not pay mind. the scars catch more regard, the eye would follow quick along.

"pay mind to the dreams." she counters again, fingers stretching as palm extends upwards, claws a sharper point than they had been as of late. escapists always had to prepare for a bite. "and recall your defenses. prepare to be lethal should the occasion arise." nose upturns, brows raised as she overlooks the other, the faintest hint of her cheshire grin echoing in the part of her lips, whites just barely shining in.

"tell me," if she doesn't, not a fret! the cat is wholeheartedly aware of it's constant presence-- been attached to the beast for years; not only the sentient enchantments, but the monster for which it slays. "have you recollection of the vorpal blade's precinct?"

[lunalyt]

･ﾟ ☽  tag dump — main

[hussyknee]

Hussy what's the situation in Sri Lanka right now? Hope you're safe love ❤

Oh I'm quite fine, love, thanks for asking. 😊❤️The chaos seems contained to the capital. The rest of us are encapsulated in this tweet:

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Reply translation: "For real. This is like when the war was in the North. Without fuel there's not even a dog to be seen around here, not even to get a ride to the shops."

As for what the fuck is going on. *Deep breath* This is a very long but simple explainer (I hope) that is as much for my fellow Lankans trying to make sense of everything.

What the fuck is happening in Sri Lanka (as of 4:40pm 14 July 22)

This motherfucker, President Gotabaya Rajapaksa, was supposed to hand in his resignation yesterday, after protestors stormed his residence, his office, the prime minister's residence. Two and half million people flooded into the capital until even the cops fucking gave up, signalling to him that it was the end of the road. Except the 20th Amendment to the Constitution that Gota and his stooges had forced through gives him so much power that he can neither be impeached nor removed at all without a voluntary resignation.

So he asked for three days to resign (read: shove as much money as he could into a suitcase and flee), during which he and his family did their damndest to leave the country. Except our people absolutely refused to let them, even with the military at his beck and call. Workers of two different airports walked out rather than process his documentation to board a plane. People waiting at the airports obstructed him getting on a flight. Ports wouldn't let his ship leave the harbour. The US rejected his visa application. Man finally got so panicked that he refused to resign unless the Prime Minister secured a way for him to get the fuck out of here.

Now the Prime Minister, Ranil W, used to be the Opposition Leader and the Rajapaksas number one enemy until he bungled his last stint as Prime Minister so badly that nearly his whole party walked out on him and he couldn't even win his own seat at the last elections. He's been something of a joke in Parliament throughout Gota's term, so when Gota unexpectedly handpicked him to be PM to succeed his brother who we forced to resign, it was a huge political upset. But it was a rather brilliant move that splintered the protests and successfully protected him from having to step down.

But just like the entire rest of his 45 year career, Ranil spent the last 7 weeks making a complete pig's ear of things until he's now somehow even more reviled than he used to be. But Gota's resignation would have meant he got to become President of the caretaker government, and being President had been the ambition he's been clinging to his whole career, like a barnacle of calcified spite and greed. So he was more than happy to find Gota a way out.

Finally the Air Force itself had to take Gota to the Maldives (the President over there is also a wildly unpopular turd) even though the Maldivian people launched a massive protest of their own in response. Maldives was only supposed to be a stop gap to his "final destination" (according to his office, and yes memes ensued) and this fuckwit still did not send in his resignation letter.

Meanwhile, massive demonstrations were taking place all over Colombo, demanding that Ranil also resign to make way for the caretaker government. This assclown instead deployed cops and troops to beat back the crowds, firing tear gas from low-flying helicopters. He also declared a State of Emergency (martial law) and a curfew. Problem was, that only the Executive President has the power to do any of that shit, so everyone was like "Mx'cuse you?" And he was like "ah yeah no belay that". Then the Speaker and PM were like "akshully the President called and said Ranil can totes be President while he's um, overseas" and the whole circus of curfews, troops and martial law was back on track.

People responded to that by taking over Ranil's office as well.

(Also the legal fraternity was in a tizzy because Acting President doesn't have the vested powers of Executive President. But Ranil's dreams were finally almost within his grasp at age 73, what was a possible lawsuit to crossing this off his bucket list.)

Ranil continued throwing a wholeass army at the protestors, insisting that he was trying to protect our democracy from Antifa ( he really fucking said that). At any other time in our history, this has resulted in a horrific bloodbath. But this time, we were in the heart of the city's administrative district, the poshest of neighborhoods with embassies lining the streets. And it wasn't just one minority or marginalized group; it was the majority Sinhalese Buddhists, Sinhalese Christians, Tamils Hindus, Tamil Christians, Muslims, Burghers, foreign nationals, lawyers, the entire media establishment, clergy - the whole damn country on his doorstep, and none of them were even hurting the cops (in fact some of them were even helping the cops and STF wash their own tear gas out of their eyes and giving them tea and biscuits once they gave up trying to hold the line). Ranil then called an All-Party Conference (Friday casual version of Parliament, and no we don't know why we have this either) and asked them to select a new PM. The entire lot of them were instead like "actually we want to you to fuck off" leaving him all hurt and confused. He said "okay fine I will do it just as soon as Gota resigns" in much the same way we tell our Mums we will clean our rooms after we finish watching this one cartoon.

But the hours counted down, the stroke of midnight came and went, and no resignation appeared. By the end of the 13th, we were left with two presidents, one speaker, and an Opposition who wandered in like Donald Glover turning up with a pizza box as though none of them even lived here idk.

(An assorted bunch of wannabe revolutionaries, Rajapaksa plants and a splinter group from an ill-advised demonstration by the socialist party had tried to storm the Parliament in the evening for some godforsaken reason. It's not even in session. The road to which is effectively a killbox and also near Army HQ, and predictably resulted in a hundred people injured and one kid dying from tear gas).

We woke up this morning to Two Presidents, One Country: Part 2. Ranil and PM had come up with an extremely sus "gazette" from the President, who was still sending conflicting reports of his whereabouts. He was headed to Singapore. No he's still in Maldives. No he's now headed to Saudi Arabia. What he was not doing was sending in his fucking resignation, leaving his clown monkey to continue wreaking havoc, and leaving us to follow his flight plan like my cat watching his feather toy zoom around his head. As of this afternoon, the Speaker was debating declaring that the President had vacated his duties and moving this shitshow along, except that opens up in-fighting about legitimacy down the line. Even the Chamber of Commerce asked Ranil to step down, which is hilarious because that's the body of the country's richest old business bros and they'd never done anything like that before. The Commanders of the Tri-Forces also asked Ranil to step down, which is less hilarious and more terrifying because the military is not supposed to interfere in affairs of state at all. It's like if your gun had opinions on who should be shooting it. At best it sets a terrible precedent, at worst it might lead to a junta (military coup of the government). Overall, it's easier to get a five year old out of a bouncy castle that's on fire than getting this butt monkey to fuck off.

Meanwhile the middle class and neoliberals are bleating about the People's Struggle being hijacked by the communist party and trying to start a democracy-face-spitting fascist commie rebellion anarchy movement, there is no fuel even for ambulances, people not at the protests are stuck home, distribution of fuel and cooking gas are being held up, the poor are quite literally starving and watching enraged at all the military vehicles and helicopters zooming around, and the only thing that's doing a roaring trade are the conspiracy theories and breaking news alerts of the Lankan Aunties and Uncles over Facebook and Whatsapp. Ranil, who has taken to declaring curfews early and often even though the protestors have so far not given (1) good goddamn, suddenly declared one in the middle of the day, when people were still at office, leaving the streets of the capital and commercial districts absolutely gridlocked. Anyone who has a medical emergency right now is as good as dead.

Here is our last update from the President.

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Wow you guys, imagine being under a lot of pressure.

(updates cont'd in reblog)

[holocene-sims]

Things said meme number 31 for Grant and Grant's late sister situation 😭😭😭

ooh okay this is a good one 👀 a really good one! sorry it took me so long to post, though!! it's been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute lol

anyway welcome to the angst express train 🌧️

btw this is a pretty fucked up example of grant's childhood so...

tw for death mention & tw for abuse. anyone reading this, scroll right past this post please if this could be triggering for you! the part with the abuse is placed under the cut for safety as well, so you won't see anything unless you click on it!!

31. things you said at my grave

she’d given him a letter last month.

she handed it to him in the middle of the night without much fanfare. she knocked on his bedroom door, slipped the letter through the crack, and walked away with nary a word spoken.

grant picked it up, though, soon after she vanished and found that she’d sealed the envelope with a bright pink hello kitty birthday sticker. he flips it over and reads the perfect cursive inscription on the back.

“happy birthday to my favorite person <3 XOXO, elizabeth”

it wasn’t his birthday, so he put it away in the nightstand, confused, and saved it for later.

she did the same thing the next night, although that time she’d explicitly asked to come into his room, and she came bearing a beautiful wooden lockbox–almost an exact replica of their grandmother’s decades-old handmade jewelry box–and a key to go with it. she placed it neatly on top of his cluttered shelf of hockey trophies, then sat beside him on his bed where he lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

“what are you doing?”

“stuff,” elizabeth replies, her voice shakier and more fragile than ever, “don’t tell kelly.”

“don’t tell kelly what?”

“that i didn’t do this for her.”

“didn’t do what for her?”

elizabeth leans over and cups his face in her cold, skeletal hands. when he looks up, he sees a waterfall of tears pouring down her cheeks, and suddenly, he knows what all of this is about.

“the letter i gave you yesterday...whether i'm here or not, open it on your birthday.” elizabeth lingers for a moment, still cradling his face, then she abruptly sits upright and points to the box. “and all of those...you can look through them whenever you want. look, not open. but it’s just letters. you’ll figure it out. you’ll know when it’s time for each of them.”

grant rises from bed, too, and clamors out from underneath his pile of blankets to rest beside her on the edge.

“lizzie, no–” he pleads, grabbing for her wrist, “don’t die.”

“i don’t want you to feel like you’re alone for the rest of your life. you wouldn’t believe me if i say i think heaven is real and that you shouldn’t worry because i'll be with you forever, just farther away. so i had to do something, okay? keep these as a reminder of me, that i'm always here. grant, i'm–um, i'm so sorry i can’t see you grow up. i'm so sorry i can’t protect you anymore. it’s the only regret i have about this life. but i know you and i know that you’ll be fine, that you’ll live a good life, and that you’ll be happy someday when you get out of here. i can let go because i know you’ll be okay, but i can’t let you feel like you’re alone. okay? i will miss you more than anything and i know it’ll be the same for you, but keep these and, um...someday way off in the future, we’ll see each other again and we’ll have a lot to catch up on.”

and now he kneels here, sobbing, at her fresh grave site in torrential rain under the pitch black blanket of night, clutching the first letter in the safety of the inner pocket of his rain jacket. the grave is no more than a roughshod pile of unearthed dirt surrounded by mountains of flowers and signs with elizabeth’s name and pictures of her before she’d been struck by the hand of fate and the daunting c-word. the photographs are far from old, being handpicked from last year’s high school graduation photoshoot.

grant hesitates to pull out the letter but does so anyway, knowing his time here is as limited as her time on earth was. he’d forgotten to fiddle with the house security alarm before he leapt out his second-story bedroom window and hauled himself down to the ground via the nearest tall tree. the last sound he’d heard as he sprinted out the backyard and over the wrought-iron fence was the shrill whine of the alarm alerting everyone to an “intrusion.”

surely the three mile dash from his home to the catholic church’s cemetery would give his parents plenty of opportunity to discover he'd gone missing and for them to subsequently bother to care about where their least favorite child ran off to.

just as he begins anxiously working away at peeling off the sticker without damaging it, the distinct echo of footsteps in entrenched mud behind him sends his heart rate flying sky-high. he considers making a run for it again to either his uncle’s or his grandparents’ house down the hill–there’s no doubt he can outrun his 50 year old parents and unathletic older sister–but decides against it.

he’d come here on the earliest hour of his twelfth birthday to read the letter with the company of his sister, even though she's six feet underneath him. no way he’s backing out now.

“you are nothing but trouble! get up! get up right now!”

lightning strikes a tree on the opposite side of the cemetery. the ensuing bomb of thunder kills his ears and nearly drowns out his mother’s incessant screaming.

grant stays where he is, praying lightning strikes him before his mother does. finally, though, the sticker releases and he frees the letter from the envelope in record speed.

“grant, come on, just get up…” his sister kelly begs. “it’s late and it’s storming and we have to pick out the headstone tomorrow. we all miss her. now let’s go.”

his mother tries again to rattle him. “there is no need for you to go around making this all about you! i should not have to chase you down in the middle of the night when i have just buried my daughter!”

he ignores them all and reads the letter patiently.

he’s halfway through when kelly’s whining breaks his concentration.

“let’s do this the easy way, grant.”

if his father is there, he’s doing what he always does, and that’s nothing.

“alright, that’s enough!” his mother screams at the top of her lungs. “get up or help me god you’ll be in the ground next to her!”

grant immediately halts what he’s doing and glances over his shoulder, eyeing his family with suspicion. his father and sister are clad in pajamas but his mother–who is marching his way like darth vader on steroids–had apparently wasted energy and time to dress herself up in proper clothing before driving out this way.

of course she had. she can’t be seen abusing her children in anything less than the 400 dollar dress she’d worn to the funeral yesterday, can she?

seeing her coming after him, he panics and starts gearing up to run away, only to fumble with the letter and let it slip from his hands to scurry away in the harsh wind. he desperately reaches for it, only to be stopped dead by his mother’s talons gripping onto his hair and yanking him backwards. he crumbles under the unexpected weight of her strength and his head slams full-force into the solid ground. she slips up for just a moment, letting him go, but nothing stops her. she reaches down and grabs him by the shoulders and continues dragging him by hand through the mud.

“mary, let him go.” at last, his father pipes up. “that’s a bit much.”

“shut up and stay out of my way! i’ll let the child go when he obeys me for the first time in his life. he’ll learn someday!”

grant’s eyes flutter open to the world spinning like a tilt-a-whirl around him. he lifts his head and looks out ahead of him, but the poor grave just before him is a blurry mess of colors, all washed out by the horrible ache splitting his brain in half.

“i just wanted to be with her…” grant whimpers.

“well, me too, grant! but you don’t see me or your father or your sister acting a fool, do you?”

the grave slowly slips farther and farther away as he’s pulled–kicking and fighting and smashing his head into the ground every other second–towards the parking lot. but he grows tired of lashing out against his mother and his fear and hatred of her is replaced by primal, unbridled grief.

“why did you leave me?!” ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch. “take me with you, take me with you, take me with you! don’t leave me! please, please, please…take me with you! or come back! please don’t leave me! elizabeth, please…”

he braces for the impact of his body on concrete just as a bright burst of yellow from a flashlight shines in his and his mother’s faces. she gasps and stumbles away, releasing her iron-grip on his body. grant stumbles forward and up onto his knees, almost careening over, but he’s caught by another set of arms.

he doesn’t even need to look up to know his grandparents overheard the commotion and rushed over to discover the source.

somewhere off in the background, his mother is engaging his uncle and his grandfather in a screaming match, but grant loses track of the words soon enough and melts into his grandmother’s warm embrace, still sobbing.

“please don’t leave me, elizabeth.” he begs once more into the void. “don’t leave me. i don't want to be alone.”

[love-amihan]

EP. 2; LITTLE MEGUMI & REVENGE

amihan’s note: ah yes, me and my dying battery dkjfkdf. been getting more ideas for this story, i hope y'all are liking it so far. let's also hope that i don't get myself distracted while drafting my works 😔✋ happy reading!

masterlist; regrets@1004

friend!megumi x fem!reader, friend!yuji x fem!reader

you heard a stifled laugh coming from megumi's direction, "what? what?" you tried rushing to his side and get a glimpse of his phone he swiftly maneuver it out your site, curse his fast reflex, jokingly clicking his tongue, "have some respect of privacy" you glared at him, lunging on him trying to get his phone again.

"y/n!!" he shouted out of surprise, he raised his hand not letting you get anywhere near his phone, "gimme!" you whined climbing on top of him, "come and get it then, shortie" his voice laced with a teasing tone, yeah megumi definitely can be a child sometimes. well mostly around you, he felt comfortable showing this new side of him whenever you're around.

your phone vibrated in your pocket causing for you to turn your attention away from him, the two of you didn't make a move staying in your current position. you pulled out your phone and opened it seeing lots of mentions, you furrow your brows at this, twitter's icon popping up as it boots open.

you heard a whistle from the door, there stands yuji, who just whistled looking at the two of you, and nobara who's wearing a knowing look at her face. both of you just looked back at them not remembering that you're still in a very intimate position,

"thought yuji's your baby?"nobara giggles behind her hand "damn y/n one at a time bae" winking while she's at it. megumi's eyes widened his ears getting red a little, the position you two are in, slowly sinking in his mind. yuji let out a fake disappointed gasp, "yeah, i thought i was your one and only?" he sniffs wiping an imaginary tear.

megumi grumbles pushing you to the side, he rolled his eyes trying to cover the way he was flustered. "you two heard of knocking?" he stands up walking to the kitchen, working on prepping snacks for his so-called 'guests'. yuji sat down next to you, moving his eyebrows up and down "megumi huh?" he said with a teasing voice.

"shut up, no." you push his face away using your hand, yuji licked your palm resulting you to pull back glaring at him. he just stuck his tongue out childishly, "why-- you brat!" you wiped your hand to his shirt while he laughed out loud.

nobara, who followed megumi at the kitchen, leaned on the counter. "sooo" she dragged the last letter staring at megumi's back, "no" he simply replied, glasses clinking as he gathers them in a tray. "i didn't even say anything yet!" she defensively replied.

"you're gonna tell me to confess" he gave her a side glance, frown on his face. "come on" she whined, "i'm telling you, you gotta move quick" she encourages really wanting for megumi to genuinely feel happiness once in his life. "confess to who?" you questioned picking a fruit from the bowl megumi's preparing.

yuji soon followed humming and picking a fruit too, not before getting a slap on the back of his hand and a hiss from megumi. yuji pouted muttering "no fair" megumi goes back to cutting the fruits shaking his head, "no one's confessing" nobara just rolled her eyes crossing her arms,

'it's gonna take longer that i thought' she told herself now looking at you feeding yuji since he can't touch the food and megumi favors you more, 'i swear he's a fuckin masochist, she's really that oblivious' she can't help but let out a sigh from the thought.

-random facts;

megumi left you on read

yuta and junpei both set a bet on whether you and yuji will get together

nobara is still trying to get megumi to confess, she's never giving up

you and yuji decided to have matching contact photos!!

as yuji said, megumi favor you most

toge's gallery basically contains memes

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[mightyoctopus]

hey there! i try my best to add image descriptions to most posts i want to reblog that don't have them already, and i was wondering how screen readers read emojis. i also wanted to know if screen readers read capitalized words and words in quotation marks (for example, does it say "quotation mark" and then whatever is in quotes before ending it with "end quotes"?). i really want to help make this site more accessible to all people, so i'd love to hear what you have to say!! thank you!

Thank you for your interest in this topic!

Emoji get read as a short description of what they depict. For example red heart, face with tears of joy, sloth, hot drink, sparkles, princess with medium skin tone, etc. (Yes, it reads the skin tone for each human emoji.)

This is pre-programmed and doesn't reply on image recognition or anything.

Optionally, it will say "emoji" afterwards. (E.g. red heart emoji.) I have this turned on in settings, but it can also be turned off.

A screen reader will not say if a word is capitalized or not. It might be useful for chats or some memes, but in general that would be very disruptive. However, if you have a single letter standing on it's own, like this: O it might say "capital oh" instead of just saying "oh".

In general, stuff like quotation marks, question marks, commas, etc. to not get read aloud. The screen reader will make appropriate pauses or change it's pitch, but it generally won't read these aloud.

Some exceptions apply, though. For example:

If you have a bunch of questions marks in a row ??? it might say "three question marks".

If you have punctuation standing on it's own, like this : ; ! it might read it aloud. ("colon, semicolon, exclamation mark")

If you wanted to, you could go into the settings and change them, so all punctuation gets always read. (I beginner reader might want this, I don't know. Or maybe someone who proof-reads a document.)

I hope that answers your questions!

Also, I use VoiceOver as my screen reader. Other screen reading software might behave slightly differently.

[lovely-ateez]

I’ll Be Home Soon~

ꕥPosted: 5/16/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Idol!Mingi

ꕥWord Count: 1.8k

ꕥWarnings: An overwhelming heaping of fluff

ꕥTag List: @nevieatiny @bobateastay

ꕥA/N: I know this is short but I wanted to write at least a little something for Mingi’s return. I’m just so proud of him and can’t wait to see him again ><

I sat on the couch as stiff as a board. At any minute my boyfriend would return home after being away for months. We kept in contact while he was gone, of course, but it wasn’t the same as seeing each other in person. Even after all this time, I still wasn’t accustomed to the cold bed or the lack of sticky notes he would leave me throughout the day, all saying some variation of I love you or good morning or you look beautiful today. It was always something simple, but they became so meaningful to me. Waking up without his warm smile never got easier, and every moment he was gone I thought of him. Our house wasn’t a home with only me.

I heard the faint jingling of keys and I scrambled to the door, about falling over in the process. The door opened to reveal my tall, lanky boyfriend. He was dressed casually, wearing a large white sweatshirt over black baggy pants. His brown hair was down, slightly covering his eyes. He wasn’t dressed up or wearing anything special, but in that moment he looked more handsome to me than he ever had before. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds since I laid my eyes upon him and my heart was already beating as rapidly as the first time I met him.

He smiled at me and opened his arms wide to embrace me in a tight hug. I jumped in his arms without thinking and felt tears beginning to run down my face.

“I can’t believe you’re home. I missed you so much.” I nuzzled into his warm chest.

His voice was deep and warm, enveloping me ten times over. “I’m home, baby. I’m home.”

We held each other tight, basking in the feeling of the other after being separated. It felt new, in some ways, but completely and totally familiar at the same time.

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long.” His voice was soft, as if he thought I might blame him.

I pulled back from his embrace, making eye contact. “Song Mingi don’t you dare apologize! Health always comes first and I’m so proud of you for recognizing that you needed a break.”

He gave a shy smile that I happily returned. Noticing the luggage that he was carrying, I picked up a few bags and ushered him in, setting the bags down once we were inside. He looked around our living room, smiling at its setup. On the main table I had placed his favorite snacks, a few presents, and an overwhelming number of envelopes.

Mingi quirked a brow and chuckled, obviously thankful but a bit confused, “What are the envelopes for and why are there so many?” 

I looked to the ground,feeling shy. “Every week that you were gone I wrote you a letter. I know we facetimed and everything but I thought it might be more personal through a letter. I tried to send them to you but your manager told me to keep them instead-”

Mingi set his luggage on the floor and once more hugged me, this time lifting me in the air and placing kisses all over my face. “You didn’t have to do this, babe.”

“Oh I know, but I wanted to. It’s the least you deserve.”

His eyes watered at my words and I gently cupped his face. “You deserve the world, my love.”

He set me back down and gave me a playful shove, “Stop that I’m gonna cry.”

I pouted, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to make you cry. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.”

I stood on my toes to press a kiss to his lips, which he returned. I felt him smile against my lips and the gesture made butterflies stir within me.

"So what do you wanna do, babe? We can stay here and watch a movie and relax if you want or-”

He laughed, “Honestly? I kinda want to go to the zoo. I don’t really know why, but I haven’t been in awhile and it just sounds fun.”

“Right now?”

“Hell yeah.”

I smiled at his childlike answer, expecting nothing less from my puppy-like boyfriend, “Alright, let’s go then! Oh-”

I felt a ball of fluff run past my ankles and up to Mingi. Both of us looked down to see our cat, Mao. Mingi smiled and picked her up, pleased to find her purring while he pet her.

“I missed you, too. Silly cat.”

“She’s been sleeping on your side of the bed since you left, so you’re probably gonna have to kick her out tonight.”

His eyes widened, “You replaced me?”

“No! I could never! She just decided to keep me company.”

A tight smile formed on Mingi’s face, “Sure, sure.”

I scoffed, “Are we going to the zoo or not?”

“Of course!” He set Mao down before moving his luggage into our bedroom. I picked up my purse and car keys as I saw him return to the living room and gave him another smile. We quickly said our goodbyes to Mao and locked the door, excited to spend more time with each other.

-

“So what’s your favorite zoo animal, Mingi?” I asked as we walked through the zoo with our fingers intertwined.

His eyebrows furrowed in thought, “I kinda like sun bears. Have you seen the memes about those things? How they look-”

“Like a person in a bear costume?” I finished his sentence and he giggled, nodding at me.

“I think they have those here, actually. We might have to find a map but I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.”

After asking around and wandering for half an hour, we finally found the sun bear enclosure...only to be met with empty land.

“Damn, are they really not here?” Mingi asked, looking dejected, “I thought they’d have at least one.”

Before I could reply a little girl ran up to the exhibit in front of us, her brown pigtails swaying with her quick movements. She pressed her small fingers to the glass, squinting to see any signs of the sun bears. Her bottom lip stuck out when all she saw was an empty exhibit and my heart lurched for the poor girl. Mingi and I watched as an attractive couple ran from the same direction as the little girl, their movements frantic until they saw her tiny figure.

“Migyung you can’t just run off like that, sweetheart.” The mother lightly scolded, sounding more concerned than angry.

The little girl turned around at the sound of her mom’s voice and frowned. “I’m sorry, mama. I just wanted to see the funny bears!”

The father crouched down to reach her height, “I know, just tell us next time, okay?”

Migyung nodded at her father’s words.

“And would you look at that?” The man smiled and pointed behind her, “Look who’s coming over to see you.”

The girl turned around and spotted a sun bear walking towards her. She let out a gasp, once more pressing her fingers to the glass. Her eyes filled with stars as she looked at the bear.

She laughed with excitement and bounced on her toes, “Daddy, mommy, look at him! He’s so fat!”

“We see him, sweetheart.” The father replied with a smile, even though the girl couldn’t see it. He looked over to his wife and placed an arm around her, kissing her cheek as they looked at their daughter fondly.

Mingi squeezed my hand, his attention no longer on the sun bear. He turned to me with love-filled eyes and whispered, “That’s gonna be us one day, you know?”

I bit my lip and felt warmth spread through my body. We’d talked about our future before, how we wanted kids and planned on getting married, but watching the scene before us and seeing the sincerity in his eyes, it made my heart feel like exploding.

“I’d really like that.”

We stood there for a bit longer before leaving to look at the other animals. The red pandas, in particular, caught Mingi’s attention, and I found myself quite fond of the baby rhinos, but we both agreed that the sun bear was our favorite.

-

Neither of us were entirely sure how we both ended up covered in flour on the floor of our kitchen, only that once the sun had began to set we left the zoo and came home with empty stomachs, then deciding to make breakfast food for dinner. Now we were both in fits of giggles as we struggled to sit upright, Mao’s strange looks at us somehow making the event even funnier.

“Maybe this wasn’t the best idea,” I laughed.

“I think this was a great idea,” Mingi said with a smile before grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at me.

“Hey! You’re gonna pay for that!”

He stood and grabbed the bag of flour, raising a brow in challenge, “Oh yeah? Come and get me, babe.”

Against my better judgement I stood and ran towards him, throwing my body onto his and tackling him to the floor. As our bodies collided, the bag of flour flew out of his hands and I crawled over to the bag only to feel Mingi’s arms wrap around my legs and drag me back towards him.

“Noo! I’m so close!” I giggled, the bag barely a foot away.

“Not anymore, you aren’t.” He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me tight, preventing me from escape, “What are you gonna do now, huh?”

I tilted my head with a smile, “I’ll probably flirt with my captor until he falls for me and then I’ll run away with the flour.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“Well, what if he’s already in love with you but won’t let you go?” Mingi shifted our bodies to where I was laying with my back on the floor, his own body hovering over mine but still very much keeping me in place, “What if he’s gonna keep you here with him? What do you think about that?”

My breath hitched as he looked down at me, his face slowly inching closer to mine. He had it too easy, really, with how quickly he could fluster me.

“I think you’re far too handsome for your own good.” I said barely louder than a whisper.

He let out a chuckle before kissing me, our lips moving in time with the other’s. My hands found his hair and I pulled him closer to me, my hunger long forgotten.

As I felt Mingi’s body against mine, I finally felt whole. It was hell, going without seeing him for so many months, but because of moments like these, I knew I’d gladly wait a hundred more if it meant I could just have one day with him.