#these two photos next to eachother are just hilarious to me

[ineffablehubbys]

The whiplash I just got from the transition from dilf to babygirl will send me to hospital

[mangosrar]

call it what you want pt2

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

pt1

"i mean come on y/n, its a perfect chance for you to get back at your parents and a perfect chance for matt to get back at jess, how could you say no" nick stated.

"fuck no, jess can eat shit, and besides, id rather die lonely than have to ever be close to that loser" you replied, walking into the kitchen, with matt, nick and now chris who had walked in on you and matt screaming at each other just a few minutes before.

"shes right matt jess can eat shit" chris added, causing matt to glare at him and roll his eyes.

jess was matts bitchy, stuck up, brat of a girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend of 4 months. they had broken up about a month ago when she came to matt and told him she wasnt in the right place for a boyfriend, then posted a photo of her kissing jason atkins on her Instagram story. you honestly found the whole thing hilarious; she was some blonde bimbo who thought the sun shone out of her ass, and matt was the complete opposite, he was grumpy and dark, but someone how they ended up together.

"y/n your childish side is showing, i mean please do not fucking flatter yourself, i would rather gouge my own eyeballs out than have anyone think im with you, but i want my girlfriend back, i miss her" matt said, running a hand through his hair, leaning against the counter opposite you.

"aw are you gonna cry matty?" you mocked with a fake sad expression.

"y/n" nick said flatly. "you need this, come on" he continued.

you sighed, trying to really think this out. nick was right, but you also werent sure he would be so happy with this whole situation by the time you murdered his brother. there was a pause for a moment, all three of them staring at you, waiting for you to give in before you spoke up.

"how would it even work?" you asked.

"we post together, tell people were together, go to parties and shit with each other but in private i wanna stay as far away from your annoying ass as i can." matt said shrugging his shoulders while looking at you.

"what about school dumbass?" chris added.

"the same i guess, but dont be all up on me in the hallways i dont wanna be that annoying couple" matt grimaced.

"you and jess were that annoying couple, always making out in front of everyone and shit its gross, so just make sure you swap saliva in private" nick said, jabbing his hand out in front of him as he spoke to get his point across.

"this conversation is giving me literal back ache, im dipping, just figure it out and dont kill each other while you're at it." chris sighed, standing up and walking away.

"me too, just...no mean words towards each other, you're dating now remember" nick pleaded.

"no promises" matt muttered, watching nick walk out of the room, leaving you and matt in awkward silence.

neither of you really wanted to do this, but it was ideal, it was just annoying that you had to be so fucking rude and stubborn and attractive and smell so good. and it was infuriating that matt had to be so mean and punchable, and so sexy with a face that was so sittable. the two of you really couldnt resist stand eachother.

neither of you wanted to make eye contact, both just looking around before you broke the silence.

"do you really wanna do this?" you asked.

"no but its my only option" matt replied, still staring at you, sitting on the counter, from his position, leaning on the opposite side.

"so were really doing this?" you stated.

"i guess we are" he whispered, looking down at his feet.

"no kissing or anything though" you squinted at him. matt just hung his head and laughed before pushing himself off the counter and sauntering towards you, stopping when your knees met his stomach.

matt placed his hands on the counter, next to each one of your thighs and leaned his face closer to yours, making you suck in a breath from the closeness. "why baby? scared you'll like it?"

you couldnt deny the insatiable heat that was now blooming between your legs, he smelt so goo, his eyes looked hungry and the heat radiating off of his body onto yours made you dizzy. you swallowed thickly, desperately trying to regain your composure. there was no way in hell that he was going to get you that easily.

"i dont know where that mouth has been baby" you replied with a sickly-sweet smile, before pushing him back by his shoulders and hopping off the counter, making quick progress out of the kitchen and as far away from him as possible.

you heard him chuckle before he shouted.

"see you on Monday girlfriend" you could hear the smirk in his voice, and it only made you wanna turn around and slap the shit out of him more, but you just rolled your eyes and continued your decent from the kitchen.

god this was going to be torture.

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[macybeckham7]

You do YouTube and you do a Q&A and they ask about you and Del

You were sat infront of the camera as you answered questions your viewers wanted to know. The questions you got varied from Starbucks order, your funniest memories, the last photo you took on your phone, and what’s on the top of your bucket list.

You got to questions that involved Dele, so you called him to come into your shared bedroom. Within seconds he appeared giving you a funny face making you laugh. You pat the space beside you, and he instantly pounces making him come into shot.

‘Someone asked, how did we meet? And we’ve got two different versions of events’ you smile at him.

He frowns at you. ‘My version of events is the truth’ he muttered.

You rolled your eyes. ‘Do tell’

He cleared his throat and looked at the camera. ‘So we were at an event. And she came over to me and fangirled over me and I was trying to get away from her but she just kept following me everywhere I went’ he joked.

You giggled and shrugged. ‘And two years on and you still haven’t managed to get rid of me’ you played along.

He hummed looking at you. ‘I know, I’m trying my hardest honestly’ as you playfully hit his arm.

‘Next question, is favourite thing about eachother’ you smiled.

He hummed. ‘Probably the fact she works away a lot’ he laughed, finding himself hilarious.

You push his head out of the shot telling him to go away.

He was only supposed to stay for a few questions but decided to stay until you finished the video and just annoy the hell out of you. Which the viewers loved watching how playful and silly you two are.

[forever-dancing-in-a-daydream]

Jack Maynard Imagine- Youtube’s OTP

Summary: YouTube ships you two and so does Jack.

Requested: Yes!

Prompts: “We’d make such a cute couple.” “Are you flirting with me?”

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Swearing

A/n: I’m really excited to write this. Hope you like it

Word Count: 806

—

“Oh yeah and everyone’s favourite ship will be coming round later” Joe joked.

Joe was live streaming and all the buttercream boys were at his apartment expect Jack. The comments exploded after he mentioned you two. Everyone was talking about how much they shipped you.

Since you moved in with Jack a couple of months ago because you need a place to stay and were constantly in his videos now, everyone started shipping you .

The boys found it hilarious because you and Jack had a love, hate relationship and were always bickering.

“Oh look and here they are!” Mikey announced.

“What?” You said as you and Jack walked in.

“We’re live streaming and everyone’s talking about how much they ship you.” Joe explained.

“Hiiiii guys!” You said and waved at Joe’s phone frantically.

“You wave so weirdly” Jack laughed.

“I’m just excited to talk to everyone stopping being a dick.” You replied.

“Haha someone just said: YESS Y/N TELL HIM SHOW WHOS BOSS!” Joe read out.

“Yess y/n slay” Conor said sassily while clicking his fingers in an s motion making you laugh.

“Lets do Q&A!” Joe exclaimed.

“Yass” You agreed and sat down on the sofa in between Joe and Jack. Squished slightly because you were trying to fit 9 people on a sofa that was made for 6.

“You guys look squished” Byron read out.

“Yeah someone move the fuck up” Oli complained as he was basically being pushed off the sofa.

“There is zero room.” You replied as you hip was shoved into Jacks as people tried to move up.

“Yeah just sit on the floor.” Jack said.

“Fine” Oli sighed and got off the sofa.

“Someone thinks y/n should shit on Jacks lap” Josh laughed.

“I’m good thanks” You replied shaking your head.

“Come on I wanna I answer questions” Mikey said.

You answered a few generic questions and Conor talked about possible new music in the future.

“Jack and y/n what’s your opinion on being shipped?” Caspar read.

You just looked at jack like eww no and everyone laughed.

“I get why they’d ship us though, we’d make a cute couple. Anyone would look cute with me because-“

“Because you’re so ugly you could make anyone look cute?” You teased.

“Ouch!” Jack prentend to be hurt.

“Boi look what you’ve done” Joe said and pointed to the comment section.

The fans were going wild.

There were comments like:

“THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER.”

“DID HE JUST SAY HE THINKS THEY’D MAKE A CUTE COUPLE?!!”

“I just took like a thousand screenshots of the way Jack looks at her.”

“PLEASE GET MARRIED”

“MY SHIP IS SAILING!!”

“NsisjJsnajsksbajskajan”

“OMG MY OTP I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” Conor joked making everyone laugh.

As Jack laughed he put his hand on your thigh. It was a sly move but you knew they’d notice it, they noticed everything.

“Jack move your hand” You whispered so no one else heard but him.

He just smirked.

Joe was answering a question as Jack put his foot on yours.

“What are you doing?” You whispered.

“Nothing” He replied.

You tried to shift your foot but he wouldn’t budge.

“Are you flirting with me?” You asked quietly.

“Possibly” He replied a stupid grin on his face.

You jabbed your elbow into his side.

“No need to get violent!” Jack laughed holding his side.

“For fucksake, go have your secret conversation somewhere else! No ones listening to me they’re just watching the way you two bloody look at each other” Joe hissed.

You both laughed.

-

Later on you were being tagged in so many screenshots of you and Jack from the live stream. Everyone was talking about how you looked at each other when the other one wasn’t looking.

“Have you seen how many photos we’re being tagged in?” You asked Jack who was sat next You on the sofa looking at his phone.

“Yeah I’m liking a lot of them” He answered.

“Whyyy? You’ll make them think there’s actually something between us” You laughed.

“Well maybe there should be” He said quietly.

“What?” You were wondering if he said what you thought he did.

“Maybe there should be” He repeated louder.

“Care to elaborate on that?” You asked.

“They ship us for a reason y/n, that reason is because it’s probably really obvious that I’m head over heels in love with you.” He said the last part quietly.

Your jaw fell open.

“Wait what?” You spluttered.

“You heard me” He mumbled.

“Jack I-I had no ide-a-a” You stuttered

“Yeah I know, it’s been so obvious to everyone else but you and I get it you don’t feel the same.” He sighed.

“That’s not true” You said.

“What?” He asked.

“You heard me” You said before smashing your lips into his.

[m0onbean]

A+ (High School AU!) Special Ending for 400 Followers!

category: FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF, and little bit crack

pairing: eunwoo X reader

note: hi guys! i would like to thank you all for supporting me as i dive into the world of writing on tumblr and express myself through cheesy ASTRO scenarios. we hit 400 followers! WOOT WOOT! so to celebrate, i prepared a special secret ending thus continuing the life (Y/N) and Eunwoo have after reuniting in Korea... i love A+ so much and a wave of nostalgia hit me when i typed the title :') so yeah this is gonna be extra fluffy bc i know how much you guys love fluff <3 tyty ily hope u enjoy and continue to watch me grow here :) (also, if you haven't read the rest of my A+ series yet then please do before you read this chapter because it'll make everything better)

warnings: toddler giraffe sanha and embarrassing teacher names

"Sanha you take that back right now!"

Sanha stuck his tongue out at Eunwoo and continued to jump on the couches while chanting, "I love Mommy better than Daddy!"

"You little piece of shi-"

"Eunwoo! We're going to be late! Also, no cussing in this house!" you rushed into the kitchen with a blazer on, hair tied back, and your dress shoes halfway on your foot.

He sighed in defeat and grabbed his car keys not before so obviously checking you out. "You look amazing babe," he genuinely complimented and kissed your forehead cutely. Your lips curled up as you returned his kiss with a small peck on his lips.

"Ever since we got married, you look a million times better as a husband." you shyly remarked. Although you two were now grown adults who have fully matured, you still can't help but feel shy whenever Eunwoo praises you.

Your husband couldn't control his huge grin on his face for he kept on trying to bite his lip to stop it.

"And you look sexier as my wife," he threw you his cheeky wink that he never stopped using on you since high school.

Alarmed, you quickly covered his mouth with your hands. "Sanha might hear!" you hissed.

He rolled his eyes and took your hands off his face, "Before we literally made out on the kitchen counter while he was sleeping in the living room, and remember that time we-"

Blushing, you put Eunwoo into a headlock so you could silence his forbidden words. Whilst doing this, you called out Sanha's name to inform him that it was time to go.

He came running in with a monkey plushie wrapped around his neck and a striped t-shirt with ketchup stains on. Although only being in kindergarten, he was taller than most toddlers and was extremely playful.

"Sanha... are you sure about wearing that? It's your first day of school and people will think you're messy. Don't you wanna impress some of your classmates?" Eunwoo advised while looking him over judgmentally. You scoffed inside at how your husband treated Sanha like one of his best friends and had very normal conversations with him. One time you caught Eunwoo trying to make a bet with Sanha about which basketball team would win. Hilariously though, Sanha ended up winning and Eunwoo owed him an unlimited amount of bedtime stories and a dog in the future.

Sanha crossed his short arms over his chest, "Well Mommy told me that the first day she met you, you-"

"Okay, time to go!" Eunwoo started clapping his hands and held the door open for you two.

You looked down to your adorable and tall son and ruffled his hair. His wide brown eyes greatly resembled a beagle which you absolutely adored. Although it was vain, you truly felt that your son was the cutest kid in the world. He clung onto your arm as you two exited the house and headed to the garage. As you all stepped into the car and buckled your seat belts, you asked your son if he was nervous for his first day

"Nope."

"You'll probably miss us by a lot~" Eunwoo teased while helping Sanha who was struggling at buckling his seatbelt in.

"I'll miss mommy, not you though."

Shooting him a glare, your solemn husband started up the engine while murmuring swears under his breath. You laughed at the scene, "Sanha, apologize to your dad."

"Sorry daddy..." he regretfully mumbles while looking down shamefully.

"Yeah you better be sorr-"

You jabbed Eunwoo's shoulder and he winced in pain.

"Fine... I accept your apology."

Sometimes it felt like you were raising two children-waitno- monkeys. They would be constantly bickering and roasting eachother but after calling eachother rascals you would find them playing together with action figures and cuddling while watching a movie together. A love-hate relationship was a good term to call it, except the hate was all just jokingly playing around. A complicated/problematic couple was an even better term to call it.

When you all arrived at the kindergarten at last, you realized that it had been YOU who was nervous as hell. As a new parent, it was difficult trying to adapt to the new responsibilities and tasks. Since your son was finally going to school, anxiety was washing over your mind as you were worried about him not making friends, the teachers not liking him or you, misbehavior in class, all those sorts of things.

A reassuring hand clasped yours which snapped your mind back to the present. Eunwoo was staring at you with a calm weather swarming in his eyes. Through his eyes, he was telling you that it will be okay, everything is fine, and that you shouldn't worry.

You squeezed his hand back and offered a small smile. At times like this is when you loved Eunwoo the most. He saved your life from despair, from your toxic mother, horrible life, and basically everything you thought you could handle yourself. He showed you that it's okay to depend on someone for once. Although you couldn't do much for him but offer him your love, he was more than grateful for you to exist.

Your whole family (you still can't help but squirm in happiness at calling you three a FAMILY) exited the car and held hands with eachother. With Sanha in the middle, you never noticed how much he has actually grown.

"Sanha, you're so tall now!" you praised and pet his head.

"You're our mischievous giraffe," Eunwoo sang.

In the midst of walking across the parking lot, a group of ladies were suddenly rushing towards you three and crowding around in a circle.

"O-Oh my god... are you Cha Eunwoo?!"

"I love your songs so much can I get a picture?"

"Wow you're so much handsome in real life..."

"Oh my gosh you're sooo attractive!"

Eunwoo, who was startled, shyly smiled at the women. Sanha widened his eyes in frighten and clung onto your jacket closely.

Clearing your throat, you decided to take initiative. "Hi, I'm Eunwoo's wife and this is my son, and we're here for our child's first day at school. Of course you ladies are welcome to find us after school so we can take photos, but now we are busy."

They all were sort of taken aback but stepped backwards and let you all go. As your family continued to head to the classroom, Eunwoo couldn't help but beam.

"Honey, you're so amazing."

"Mommy that was so cool of you!" Sanha also praised while jumping up and down in excitement.

A pink blush crept up on your face but you only cleared your throat uncomfortably, "Of course. Family is first!"

The moment your family stepped into the classroom, a swarm of little heads came crowding around Sanha. Compared to the other children, Sanha was an actual giraffe. You gave Eunwoo a knowing look and he snorted.

"What's your name?" a girl loudly asked while everybody else examined him from head to toe.

"My name is Sanha!" your son proudly declared with no fear. It made your heart beam in joy at how social and confident he was.

"Why are you so tall?!" another boy with curly hair asked curiously.

"My dad told me I'm all because he stretched me out when I was born!"

Immediately, you turned your face to your husband with a horrified expression. Eunwoo couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles and cover his face in humiliation.

"Wow... uh... that's cool!" the other kids all nodded their heads, not sure what to think about some father gripping a newborn's head and legs, stretching them out like a rubber band.

You smacked Eunwoo's chest and silently scolded him.

"Hi! You must be Sanha's parents!" a sweet voice exclaimed which made you and Eunwoo's head snap in their direction. A short and stout lady greeted you two and shook your hands politely. Her hair was short and curled, giving her the basic stereotypical teacher look.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Ms. Applebum."

A muffled giggle interrupted your conversation. The group of children were all clasping their hands over their mouths once they realized that they all failed to stifle a laugh.

You noticed that Eunwoo too was trying so hard not to snort at the teacher's name. The teacher, oblivious to how embarrassing her name was, simply just smiled at you two and guided you around the classroom.

"You two look so young! Are you newly weds?"

"Ah, thank you. We got married a year ago, actually." Eunwoo answered politely.

"Wow, you two sure are an attractive couple!"

You blushed uncontrollably and tried to hide your face behind Eunwoo's back. He giggled at how bashful you acted whenever somebody complimented how you two were "a pretty couple."

"Why thank you! You too look very young! Are you in your mid-thirties perhaps!"

Ms. Applebum couldn't resist blushing so hard and laughing in joy at his comment. She was overjoyed that a man that looked like he descended from the gods themselves complimented her.

"Ah, you're so sweet!" she shyly laughed and hid her face with her hands. You gave Eunwoo a suspicious look and he just merely shrugged at you in return.

As you and Eunwoo sat down on the carpet with Sanha curled up in your lap, the teacher read out classroom guidelines. Next to you two were other parents as well, paying close attention and trying to manage their wild children.

Sanha looked like he was about to fall asleep, the way his heavy eyelids continuously fell and how silent he grew. You pet his fluffy hair soothingly while listening to the teacher speak.

An elbow nudged your ribs suddenly and you gave your husband a deadly stare.

"What do you want?" you hissed.

"Nothing. I'm just bored LOLZ."

You rolled your eyes at how your husband, a GROWN MAN, literally spelled out "LOLZ." Whenever you talked to him, you felt like you were talking to the same Cha Eunwoo who flirted with you constantly in high school. Well, you technically were...

"Please shut up because Ms. Applebum is providing us with very vital information that we need to acquire in order to survive this whole school year of our five year old son being educated and making new friends," you spat in a low voice.

"But (Y/N)..." he whined and clung onto your sleeve.

"I will actually shove chopsticks up your-"

"Mr. and Mrs. Cha, would you two like to introduce to us your child, Sanha?"

You and Eunwoo exchanged alarmed glances and coughed violently.

"U-uh, yeah! So hi everybody, this is our son Sanha!" Eunwoo gestured towards the cute jumbled up giraffe that was knocked out in your lap.

Everybody flickered their eyes to the snoring mess who was now picking his nose in his sleep(????????????????)

You smacked his hand which caused him to whine in his sleep.

"Fuck truck..." he murmured and sneezed onto your shirt.

A silence filled the air as now everybody in the room had frozen, examining Sanha who was now snoring as loud as the A/C.

You blankly blinked at your cussing toddler who was still amazingly asleep. Ms. Applebum opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it. Everybody was exchanging looks in the room, wondering if they were the only ones that heard it. Eunwoo was now covering his face with his hands, humiliated.

You crawled up in the passenger's seat, burying your face in Eunwoo's chest.

"Why can't everything just go perfectly..." you groaned and Eunwoo sighed in agreement while patting your back.

"Don't be so hard on yourself (Y/N)..."

You loudly sighed, "I can't help but feel like everything is my fault though. I'm responsibe."

Eunwoo stopped hugging you and pushed your body back so he could make eye contact with you. He squished your cheeks, "No... you did perfect as a mother. I'm proud of you because you're such a wonderful wife and mother, and you totally proved your own trash bag of a mother wrong. Compared to her, you're the best mother in the world, and I'm so fucking proud of you for that."

A tear quietly escaped your eye and your lips curled up. Tugging your husband by the collar, you meet his lips and kiss him passionately. After you let go, you ruffle his hair.

"You're a perfect husband too. I grade you as an A+."

He rolled his eyes at the reference. Then he gave you a deep stare which was filled with such intense weather and clouds. Stars danced around in the night sky romantically and clouds roamed around his pupils freely.

"I'm so lucky to have you as my wife, and Sanha as our child. I wouldn't have it any other way."

[cupnoodle-queen]

STRANGER

1,461 words | angst, slight NSFW

He never intended to happen to you. 

But it was past eleven and the lounge had to close at one point or another, as the last two patrons taking your forced leave side by side, awkward first impressions while stepping on and off the curb. You lied that company stood you up, but it’s okay; he came alone, too. 

He’s cute though perhaps nothing to write home about, but then he smiles with his entire face and no, nevermind, he’s handsome and there’s warm acuity in his eyes that speak volumes; not even acquainted for double-digit minutes and his charm had you smitten.

Idle chatter about regular things, safe things, nothing to spark intrigue until whoops, you did, and then it was I’ve loved photography since before I could pronounce the word, and did you catch that exhibit in the upper west end? They did a featurette on this local artist, last week around the 5th? Wait, you were there? Hah, that’s insane! Must have missed you...

And when an hour passed and brought with it later night and brisk chill, when stars might have been visible if not for the light pollution, it was you offering him your jacket; poking fun at his choice to go sleeveless this early into spring, snickering when his biceps bulged around the smaller sleeves, telling him you break it, you buy it, laughter echoing down the empty streets. Noting it was late, that you should go. That he agreed.

The sharing of a cab, allowing him first to provide a destination; Bravely repeating his address when asked for yours. Why did he have to wink? Why was it your kryptonite? 

You never fathomed ever making out with someone in the back of a taxi, let alone go home with a stranger, but there you were, and there he was.

How he’d dropped the keys through a crack in the landing, the awkward request for your cellphone’s torch when he couldn’t find them in the darkness. 

How very un-awkward it was when he stopped at the landing to help you out of your zipped-up boots, how he maintained eye contact and offered the gentlest of touches. How it’s perfect. How he’s radiant in moonlight, platinum bangs falling in his eyes.

You had to remind yourself he’s still a stranger even as he held both your hands leading to the bedroom, grabbing for them again after he undressed you, threatened to break his fingers as he ate you out, intertwining digits like your legs as you fucked. But could it be called fucking, after all? Every motion organic and fluid and soft, Gods was he infinitely soft with you, bodies rolling together, the sheets splayed and tucked in crevices and pulled up from the mattress at the corner.

He embraced you afterwards, legs pretzeled, panting. Should you leave? Was this how it was done? But then “W-will you stay, a bit longer?” and his voice cracked just a touch and it was enough to melt diamonds.

It’d been ages since you last stayed up all night talking with someone about everything and anything, absentminded stroking of their skin, unable to fall asleep because the talk is good, and he’s infinitely interesting and kind; what luck you’d struck happening upon him that night.

And when your stomach growled at three am he laughed, a lilting melodical laugh that made your chest flutter, tugging you out of bed half-dressing yourselves, throwing on whatever shirt he tossed towards you (that happened to be his) scrambling to tug on your underwear and going into the kitchen to find a nighttime snack. Sitting side-by-side on the counter top passing a tub of rocky road back and forth. For some reason he found it hilarious and then a fit of giggles happened and you nearly fell off, but he held your waist tight and then giggles turned into the softest kiss you’d ever received. 

The ice cream melted into soup as he told you more about himself; his love for animals, how he needed stitches when he was eleven from a falling tree branch, how he can’t stand the taste of coffee but drinks it to stay awake, how the last time he saw his parents there was snow on the ground. 

To call him a stranger anymore seemed unfair. 

You shared stories of your youth, your fears, the time you triumphed over the monster beneath your bed and even the story behind the scar on your elbow and he listened. He listened and wanted to know it all, everything, Six above he cared like few ever had about your seemingly unexciting life. 

You told him of your first kiss and he tried to mimic it, replicating the bumping foreheads and the nose to the cheek and like that you were doubled over again, face pained from smiles and laughter. He whispered “I don’t want this night to end.”

Neither did you. 

And so the one night stand became a weekend spent together, confining yourselves in his home or exploring the city of Insomnia, hand in hand and barely out of eachother’s sight for two days straight. A drive around the city perimeter, music blaring on the stereo as he tried to sing over you and vice-versa, and oh, the candid photos he took. He captured your quiet moments, as you woke, mid-laugh and no, please delete that! I had my mouth wide open!

The sweet moments, a silhouette of sharing a kiss with the sun spilling into the living room. How he then put on the radio and asked you to dance, not having it when you said you couldn’t, how you swayed with him though the music wasn't quite slow enough but then he was tucking hair behind your ear, “you’re stunning in sunlight,” kissing your temple, unaware how it made you tear up.

He told you of a trip he was leaving on, on Monday in fact. How he was so happy to have spent his last few days of rest with someone as wonderful as you. That he’d keep in touch, because he couldn’t imagine not. That he was already texting you on the subway ride home.

That he’d miss you. That he already did.

He could fall for you.

You could fall for him.

Could have, if not for Insomnia’s fall.

Four rings, your voicemail. Hangup and redial for the tenth, twentieth time. But that stuff never happens to the people you know. She’s okay, she’s probably busy with the aftermath.

You weren’t.

Texts were sent, messages that he was thinking of you, hoping you were safe, fun stuff from his day like pictures of fish the Prince had caught, a delicious meal his friend had cooked for their group, and many, many photos of the sunset, of the sunrise...they remind me of you, he’d write. 

That he thought you were the start of something great in his life for a change. Texts to go forever unread.

When you never responded he’d been doubtful, that perhaps he was coming on too strong. Perhaps you were one to keep to yourself, maybe he’d wait for you to make the next move.

But you didn’t.

Eventually he’d lost a little faith, and sure it stung but he’d pick himself up, he could overcome this, right?

He thought that, until he read the paper in Lestallum. 

Your name, among thousands, sticking out like a sordidly painful beacon. 

He fell apart in front of everyone without moving a muscle, without shedding a tear, waiting until he was alone and behind closed doors to hit, kick, punch the wall, to let the pain spill out like tapping a vat of acid. But of course, he’d surmised, why think for a moment that he deserved happiness? Why offer himself the greatest feeling, greatest human feeling, when he was a poor excuse for one himself?

He still had your photos on his camera. He flicked through them until the battery drained, until he’d fallen asleep with it laying on the pillow next to his...

Waking at the sunlight peeking through the curtains, seeing you in every ray that glinted the windowpane. 

Wiping swollen rims of his eyes, he smiled. Though it wouldn’t be easy for him to accept your fate, that the what if’s would always be what if’s, that you wouldn’t spend another all-nighter with him, slurping ice cream soup on his kitchen counters, dancing in the living room to the radio... 

He leaned over and picked up his camera, powering it up though knowing it would die seconds after turning on due to the dead battery. He saw the last photo he’d ever taken of you; backlit by sunlight and smiling at him.

He kissed the screen until it went black.

[nepenthendline]

Kpop tag game

Tagged by @edenalieth :)

10 groups/artists you like besides Kpop/liked before Kpop ? Used to be 1D trash, Little Mix, Ariana Grande, Ella Eyre, Hailee Steinfeld, Pentatonix, Selena Gomez, Troye Sivan, Fall Out Boy and Nicki Minaj

10 favorite non-kpop songs ? *currently*

(this is gonna be a lot from the same artists lol)

Little Mix: Salute, Power, Touch and Freak, Ariana Grande: Into You and Forever Boy, Justin Bieber: Love Yourself, Hailee Steinfeld: Rock Bottom and tbh I can’t think of another 2 lol

10 favorite movies ?

I don’t watch movies often so I’m not sure...

10 favorite tv shows, including anime & cartoons

Haikyuu, The Librarians, Yuri On Ice, Kuroko no Basuke, Toddlers and Tiaras fight me, 90 Day Fiancé, Noragami, Death Note, Ouran Highschool Host Club and No. 6

10 favorite manga/comics

The only mangas I’ve read all/the majority of are Haikyuu, Ouran and Death note

10 things you enjoyed before kpop/enjoy besides kpop, that won’t fit in the lists above ?

taking photos, fashion, makeup, interior decor stuff, writing, looking at fanart/fiction, hanging with friends, funny videos, walking and food

Another Tag Game

Nickname: Coco is the main one and butterfly by one friend

Starsign: Leo

Height: 165cm

Time right now: 11:09pm

Last thing googled: Southeastern exucse dice (uk train memes ;))

Favorite music artists: top faves are: BTS, Little Mix and Ariana Grande

Song stuck in your head: I always have blood, sweat and tears stuck in my head ok (apart from yesterday it was breaking free from hsm...)

Last movie watched: I actually don’t remember oh no

Last TV show watched: The Librarians

What are you wearing right now: oversided black top, black leggings and black trainers so colourful

When did you create your blog: I think like 4 years ago just before summer

What kind of stuff do you post: Mostly BTS or anime with some shitposts and Little Mix

Do you have any other blogs: I had a fashion one that I never used

Do you get asks regularly: as if

Why did you choose your URL: nevermind was taken (I love that song) and I love yoongi so min-nevermind

Gender: Female

Hogwarts house: I did it a couple years ago and got Slytherin so I re-took it and got Ravenclaw lmao

Pokemon team: Psychic (on pokemon go im team valor)

Favourite colour: Grey, blue, white and black

Average hours of sleep: ah.....like 2-4 hours

Lucky number: Don’t have one

Favorite character(s): Aomine Daiki, Tsukishima Kei, Ezekiel Jones, Ootori Kyoya

How many blankets do you sleep with: 1 duvet

Dream job: Something in fashion so styling, media journalism stuff like that

Following: People I’m following? Mainly kpop blogs

BTS Would You Rather

Would you rather:

Build a snowman with V OR have a snowball fight with jhope

Get coffee with suga OR get ice cream with suga

go to the cinema with jimin OR the amusement park with jungkook

do a dance cover with jhope OR sing a duet with jin

kiss rap monster OR cuddle suga

babysit with jimin OR dogsit with v 

meet jhope’s family OR have v meet your family

film a commercial with jhope OR film a sketch with V

hug jimin OR hold hands with jungkook (both pls...)

go to paris with jin OR go to London with suga

film a drama with jin OR do a photo shoot with rap monster

attend an award show with rap monster OR wear couple tshirt at the airport with jungkook

spend a lazy day with suga OR explore the city with jhope (how about city with suga ;))

fall asleep next to jimin OR wake up next to jungkook

make up a silly rap with v OR a silly choreography with jin

have jungkook serenade you OR v sing you to sleep (serenades seem kinda awkward ngl)

have a dance party with jhope OR sing karaoke with suga 

go camping with jimin and v OR go to the beach with rap monster and suga

cook with jin OR bake a cake with jimin

have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line

celebrate halloween with  jungkook, suga, v and jhope OR Christmas rap monster, jimin and jhope

~NSFW Time~ *SOS* i really hope no one I know sees this ok

Would you rather:

dom jhope OR sub jin

wear lingerie for rap monster OR put lingerie on jimin

tie up jungkook OR get tied up by v (y’all...)

pull suga’s hair OR get your hair pulled by rap monster

have shower sex with jimin OR have sex pool with v

perform oral on jungkook OR have jhope go down on you (i feel like im gonna be picking both for everything ok)

have a romantic sex with jin OR rough sex with jimin

have angry sex with v OR make up sex with suga

suck hickeys onto jungkook’s neck OR get hickeys from v

put a blindfold on jimin OR get blindfolded by rap monster

have phone sex with rap monster OR Skype sex with jhope

ride jimin’s thigh OR ride jungkook’s thigh

have jin call you “kitten” OR rap monster call you “babygirl”

wear a collar for jin OR put a collar on jimin

beg for suga OR make jungkook beg for you

have sex backstage with jhope OR in the kitchen with jin

get teased under the table at a dinner by rap monster OR tease jimin

play never have i ever with rap monster, suga and jungkook (although I don’t drink so...)OR strip poker with jhope, jimin, v and jin

do body shots with rap monster, suga and jin OR get lap dances from jhope, jimin, jungkook and v

Pick A Member | BTS

Rules: Pick ONE of the members listed for each question and explain why! Be honest ad don’t just pick your favourite for every answer. Do not choose a memeber who is not listed and try to answer every question.

1. Amusement park date ? Jin/Taehyung/Jimin

• He’s the loudest and most crazy so I think it would be more fun with him. If I’m around energetic people I get energetic too

2. Spend a lazy afternoon with ? Jin/Jungkook/Yoongi

• Would be pretty chill, some banter, music and sleeping prob

3.Play 1v1 sports with ? Jimin/Hoseok/Taehyung

• I wouldn’t want to take it seriously lmao J-hope gonna have my back when I fuck up

4.Make out session with ? Yoongi/Jungkook/Jimin

• my boi suga

5.Cheek kisses ? Jin/Hoseok/Jimin

• He’s so cute who wouldn’t?

6.Do a YouTube boyfriend does your make up tag with ? Hoseok/Taehyung/Namjoon

• Like he’d probably try really hard yet also probably poke my eye out but it would be funny lol

7.Introduce to your parents ? Jimin/Jungkook/Taehyung

• Although my mum loves Jungkook the most, Jimin is so cute and I wanna see how he would act in that situation lol I bet he’s so polite

8.Go to a haunted house with ? Yoongi/Namjoon/Hoseok

• I don’t get scared easily so I want someone to laugh at lmao it would be entertaining ok

9.Drunk nights with ? Hoseok/Jimin/Jin

• Just gonna say none bc I don’t drink

10.Who would you want to see do aegyo for a whole day as a punishment ? Namjoon/Yoongi/Jungkook

• I would die it would be hilarious

11.Who would help you pick out outfits ? Taehyung/Namjoon/Yoongi

• I really like Yoongi’s style so he would do great. I’d pick Namjoon but like I might end up in some weird shit 

12.School dance date ? Jin/Namjoon/Hoseok

• He would take it the least seriously/least awkward out of the other two lmao I’d rather have a laugh than take it seriously lol

13.Sing a duet with ? Taehyung/Jimin/Jungkook

• I think our voices would suit best and his voice is some good shit

14.Would make you breakfast in bed ? Yoongi/Jin/Jungkook

• Ok but like imagine Jin bringing you breakfast...a great thought

15.Go on a late night adventure with ? Jungkook/Taehyung/Namjoon

• I was gonna say Tae but we’d probably end up in a ditch somewhere and I see Jungkook liking walking around at 2am instead of some crazy stuff 

16. First time ? Taehyung/Jimin/Yoongi

• again, my boi I can’t say anyone else lol

17. Whose clothes you’d steal and wear ? Jin/Taehyung/Hoseok

•  He wears a lot of oversized clothes and I love that 10/10

18.Late deep night conversations with ? Namjoon/Yoongi/Jungkook

• I think we have quite similar personalities/thoughts so I would wanna know whats going on inside his head

19. Who’d you have a play water fight with ? Jimin/Hoseok/Taehyung

• It would just be so fun and careless lol I love his energy

20.Who would you say you’re most compatible with ? (Choose any of the 7 members but remember, favoristism and compatibility are two different things).

• Everyone I know who knows about bts say I’m very similar to Yoongi and I think we tend to get along with people who are like us in some way bc we understand eachother

Bias Tag

Rules: pick 10 biases and answer the questions. No specific order.

(trying to think of those outside of bts lol)

1.Yoongi

2.Jimin

3.Jeonghan

4.Suho

5.Moonbyul

6.Jin

7.Jungkook

8.Jiyoon

9.Taehyung

10.Jeongyeon

1. Between 3&6, whose most recent concept do you like more?

• BTS - BS&T

2. Between 2&10, who would you rather be stranded on an island with ?

• Jeongyeon -  as much as I love Jimin more I feel like he’d probably have a breakdown or something

3.Between 4&8, who would you trust to take care of you when you were drunk ?

• Suho.... why do I think he’d act like a dad...I don’t know...

4.Between 1&2, who would you go in jail for ?

• Jimin

5.Between 5&9, who is a better visual to you ?

• Both...

6.Between 7&8, who would you rather save from a sinking ship ?

•  I can’t... Jungkook...? 

7.Between 6&10, who would you rather have a movie marathon with ?

• Jeongyeon Idk why lmao

8.Between 1&10, who do you think makes a better impression ?

• Jeongyeon, I know a lot of people don’t think Yoongi gives off the better.

9.Between 3&7, who would you prefer to kiss in the rain ?

• Jungkook

10.Between 5&6, who would you rather have a summer fling with ?

• Jinnnn

11.Between 5&7, who would you rather do drugs with ?

• Neither lmao

12.Between 3&8, who would you rather take home to your parents ?

• Jeonghan 

13.Between 9&10, whose wardrobe do you want more ?

• Taehying! I love his style

14.Between 4&10, who would you be more surprised to see cry ?

• Suho

15.Between 1&4, who would you rather have kiss you on the forehead ?

• Yoongi!!!

16.Between 2&3, who would you rather have hug from behind ?

• Jimin

17.Between 5&2, whose group do you stan more ?

• BTS

18.Between 4&9, who is higher up on your bias list ?

• Taehyung

19.Between 1&7, who would you open your door up to during the purge ?

• I’d trust both a lot however I feel like Jungkook is less likely to like...go insane or something lmao

20. Between 6&9, who would you rather go to a haunted house with ?

• Tae - I was gonna say Jin but Tae would probably just scream then laugh at everything lol

I tag : @jeonify, @aykook, @seokgenie and @yoongiied (feel free to do it or not)

[randrvstheworld]

The Cotopaxi Diaries

We have just returned from 4, blissful, wifi-less days in the Cotopaxi mountains & OH what a 4 days it has been! 

We arrived after a two-hour (& very bumpy as we approached the mountains) shuttle from the sister hostel in Quito. I don’t know what I expected but in short, Secret Garden Cotpaxi is a beautiful countryside paradise; the hostel itself is comprised of several cabins (with wood-fires) & hobbit-homes, a large communal house where everyone eats dinner together & surrounded by beautiful gardens, ponds with ducks, fields full of horses & llamas, & an epic mountain range surrounding it all. After a welcome-wagon mug of mulled wine by the fireplace we set off on a short hike to a nearby waterfall. The hostel beagles, Luna & Cooper, weaving through our legs as we trekked through a thick forest, scrambled over rocks until we reached the waterfall & the pools. Gabby, Roxy & I were decked out in our primary-coloured raincoats & were then joined in a photo by Bailey (one of the volunteers) in green & another guest in purple & together we formed a human rainbow in front of the waterfall! it’s chilly & damp in the mountains so we were very grateful for the roaring fire when we got back. 

Our stay included all our meals (& freshly made snacks at 5pm), & before dinner everyone hangs out in the communal house, drinking coffee & nibbling on tasty treats & cuddling with the hostel dogs (there are five: two beagles, Luna & Cooper; the sausage dogs, Mash & Daisy & Milo, the majestic Dalmatian). There’s a long dining table where we all ate dinner together, during which time we met some really lovely folks over the course of our stay: Jack & Ellie, a couple from Devon & their friend Jen; Dan, a slightly crotchety but nonetheless hilarious & good-natured Brummie chef; Bernie, a hilarious & very German German; Harold & Deborah (more germans & a very sweet couple), Oreo Dude (aka Daniel, a Dutch guy & his very sweet girlfriend); an American guy called Nick & his cute 11-year old some Charlie; a bunch more British chicks; a cool girl from London called Tash; some funny Australians & a sweet Californian girl called Christina not to mention the volunteers: Bailey (Canadian); Victor from Argentina who looks EXACTLY like Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride; Jimmy (pseudo-philospher & a very cool dude with excellent conversation & taste in music) & lovely Sandra who was very complimentary about my sketchbook. After almost 5 months of being away, it was the closest I’ve felt to being at home with a family; home-cooked good, lovely people, utter coziness.

On our first night we decided to crack into some lovely warming red wine & an evening in the jacuzzi, situated in a greenhouse at the top of the property. We were joined by Warwick & Ricky from down undah & lovely Jen, the teacher from the UK. We hung out & drank wine until Warwick (who up until this point had seemed quite interesting, he’s a graphic designer so we had lots of arty stuff in common to talk about) uttered the immortal, spine-chilling words “sometimes I like to listen to psy-trance” closely followed by “here’s a video of me spinning fire-sticks in my psy-trance pants” to which we were like NOPE! & left for bed. Nothing, NOTHING cools the soul quite like a grown-man who’s into psy-trance. Gabby & I were in a tent that night (sounds worse than it was - it was huge, with a big blow-up mattress & a heater & heaps of blankets & was encased in a little wooden shelter) & we giggled our asses off before falling asleep in excellent spirits. 

The next day we rose for a sunrise, pretty impressive given the previous night’s wine consumption. However it was somewhat disappointing due to heavy cloud cover so instead we marinaded ourselves in coffee & steeled ourselves for a day’s hiking. We ate a hearty breakfast & packed little rucksacks & headed for the Pasachoa trail: us, Jack, Ellie, Jen & Bernie, guided by Victor & all five of the dogs. It was beautiful; very rugged, lots of interesting plants, & if it hadn’t been for the looming mountains reminded me quite a bit of the Devonshire moors & various dog-walks I have taken there with Mum & Angus & Scout. It was pretty wet making some parts of the climb a little hairy, throw in the fact that I’m not used to any kind of altitude really & at some points I felt very dizzy. The whole hike took around 6 hours & it was tough but worth it. When we had finally clambered our way to the summit we had hot tea & sandwiches & took photos; it was very misty & spooky. The trail had taken us through a very steep & eerie mountainside forest, all gnarled & crooked trees covered in moss & steeped in mist, trees with bark like paper & wildflowers, like something out of a fairy tale. Victor had to put the littlest sausage dog into his coat to keep warm.

After our snack it was time to descend, & by descend, I mean literally slide down a mountain feeling somewhat terrified that we were going to slip to our deaths at any moment. At one point I was literally hanging onto some long grass, my feet dangling off the floor. Thankfully our group was awesome, so supportive & fun & we helped eachother & had super interesting chats the whole way back, hopping over streams, sneaking through long grass, admiring the wildflowers & generally feeling like we were on a Hobbit-esque adventure to destroy The One Ring. On our arrival back at the ranch we gratefully hopped into hot showers (Gabby & I had now relocated into one of the cabins with Roxy) & I spent the remainder of the evening working in my sketchbook by the open fire.

Day three saw us go on a horse-back trek through Cotopaxi National Park. It was a clear, crisp, bright day & so for the first time since our arrival we were treated to the sight of the Cotopaxi Volcano’s snow-capped peak. Without fail this was one of the most beautiful views of my entire life. The volcano is active so we even saw it emitting little puffs of fluffy steam.

We had to drive a short while to get to the park & were greeted by a paddock of beautiful horses, in thick blanket-y saddles. Despite the sun it was brisk & still kinda cool so we, like the horses, were wrapped up warm. We were appointed our steeds for the day, got our helmets on & off we went. We started slow, a casual amble while enjoying the spectacular view of the volcano, a herd of rainbow-coloured raincoats. My horse was oddly competitive & kept hustling to the front near Bernie’s & when Bernie asked if we could go for a gallop without any prompting from me whatsoever my horse just took off! So off we galloped for a few minutes before we had to stop & catch up with everyone else, before stopping at a cute circular thatched hut so the orses could have a snack & we could have mint tea & banana cake.

On our way back going slow was no longer an option. My horse, now fuelled up on hay & with a taste for excitement would not stop galloping, especially when Bernie’s horse was nearby. Together we galloped through the desert, over the bones & skulls of smaller animals, faster & faster; at one point Bernie & I were just racing along laughing hysterically, it was just so surreal. To have that much space to enjoy a horse ride - literally just green & mountains & animal bones & rugged shrubbery as far as the eye could see. I’ve honestly never experienced that feeling of unadulterated freedom. At one point, my horse & I had disbanded from the group & were completely alone. It was blissful. Just us, surrounded by nature, hair whipping in the wind, faces to the sun.

I sorely paid for the two hours of intense galloping later however; my whole body felt like it had been beaten about  with a lump-hammer. I spent another evening with Gabby sat by the fire, reading & painting, followed by the next day of the same also while Roxy went on another hike (we’d be persuaded to stay an extra night at this point as originally were going to leave after our horse-back adventure); I would’ve enjoyed another hike but my knee was in a state of disrepair after the previous two days so I decided to give it a bit of a rest. So Gabby & I had the most relaxing day of literally all time; reading, drawing, hair-braiding, eating banana cake, chain-drinking coffees & cuddling the dogs. I made a painting to leave as a gift as a thank you for having me as it was truly, unforgettably wonderful.

A soggy Roxy re-emerged around 3pm & then it was just time to scarf down lunch before we bundled ourselves & our bags onto the minibus & bade goodbye to paradise with heavy hearts.

[hellotinywonder]

“breathe in...  breathe out”, or “Looking back after The O’Neill 2017″

So.... I need to write this before I forget, get wrapped up in my never-ending fight against mundanity, and start to really feel the distance from my people. I got home from The 2017 National Puppetry Conference yesterday, and promptly fell asleep.  We all did. I’ve been to The O’Neill before, and I left this one without the soul crushing sadness of finding your tribe and then being scattered away from them.  I know I will see some of them very soon, why, Cam and I are redcarpeting it up this weekend for a puppet film we worked on, see?  It’s going to be fine!  Still it’s sinking in slowly, that isolation I feel sometimes, so let me babble on a bit, please, while it’s still fresh. First off, I don’t know if it is impostor syndrome or what, I but I seem inherently convinced that I am incredibly easy to forget.  This means I work extra hard to make an impression and I desperately seek approval. I’m getting better at it, but I definitely introduced myself a few times to some people, either who I figured forgot me since last year or the year before, and even some people who I had met the day before.  “Hello, I’m Valerie” was often met with a politely bewildered: “Yes, we’ve met”.  So... thank you for indulging me. I worked with some amazing people this year, and it helped push me to accept that sometimes I just make friends with incredible people, and they are not just politely enduring the tedium of letting me tag along.  Top of that list is Tim Legasse and James Godwin, who I had surprisingly way more in common with than I realized and they shared a studio together for years, and well... it shows.  Also, yeah, I went in completely ready to re-introduce myself to both of them, but that was unnecessary.  Our dynamic reminds me quite a bit of my band family big brother types.  I especially liked messing around singing Morrissey songs with Tim, and mercilessly, mercilessly slaying B-52′s with James at karaoke.  And my separate hilarious conversations with both about my “previous career”. I finally was able to study with Jim Rose, who is a dear, and a master of his craft, and I would sit at the table with him and struggle to get past this weird shyness I have at times, and it was lovely.  Oh, and I made a marionette under his tutelage, and that’s not nothing.  And then strung it up and added trick strings with the help of Kurt Hunter and Phillip Huber (I suppressed my awkward shyness and went up to Phillip two years ago and asked if we could just be friends who said “hello” to each other, and we’ve been friends ever since)!   Martin P. Robinson is lovely, but I was also always a little shy of him when he’d pull out Telly Monster (Telly was my favourite), but I am not shy anymore (testing out dollar store generic KY jelly on his arm, to make sure no one reacted to it, will do that to a friendship, kicks it up a level).  I’m thrilled I’ll get to see him at Dragon Con this year, and he got my song “I’m Just a Fish” stuck in his head and was whistling it to himself while I was editing my film together.  It made my day.  He also asked me to perform it at every pub show he attended.  I’ve sent him a recording. Martin Kettling was one of my mentors two years back, and I got incredibly sick while I was there, and while I didn’t completely fail, I certainly had some pitfalls I pushed through.  He commented to me on the last night, this year, that I had incredible stage presence (thank you, Hellblinki), and he had this wonderful insight to how my brain works, and the nervous energy and strategy that is constantly playing in my brain, and fear and all that (I was in his writing strand, so if you know me... you get it).  Two years ago he had pretty much only seen that, since I was too sick to perform.  It really meant a lot to me to have someone observe and recognize both sides of my stage personality. Also... hugs for days! The best hugs.  I don’t really get much personal contact in my life, I’m not devoid of it, but I live alone, I am single, and it’s just not something I get much of these days.  The O’Neill is a constant string of supportive hand grabs, contact improv, hugs, shoulder squeezing, and piles of deliriously tired puppeteers on the beach waiting for sunrise.  I feel sort of like a story I read once of Pierrot in white, with black marks showing up where other children have touched him while playing... I’m too tired to remember the whole story.

Pam Arciero is like my puppet mom, and one of the people I am totally geeked out that I get to be friends with.  I didn’t make it to her office this year, possibly because I managed not to have a breakdown, but in doing so, I feel like I missed out on something.  Also her and Jean Marie do such amazing work at The O’Neill I owe all of these wonderful feelings to those two powerhouse ladies.  And I own Jean Marie some rhino drawings, I have not forgotten.

Fred Thompson was there this year, and that alone is reason for celebration.  Fred is great and I love our silly conversations, but also our serious ones.  I’ve gotten so much advice from him about life and art, he’s a fantastic creature, and I’m lucky to have gotten stuck at a lunch table alone with him 5 years ago. Mervyn Millar!  Gave me moldable plastic (it’s next to my kettle and I cannot wait to use it!) and agreed to befriend me.  This may not seem like a big deal, but I definitely introduced myself to him twice.  I had just indefinitely postponed my trip to London a few weeks back, but when I do sort it out, I have more artists to visit, and that is spectacular. Ronnie Burkett made us all cry and inspired the marionette strand kids to take turns holding eachother’s puppets so we could all kneel down and kiss the stage before the show.  It was magical.  Also, I have finally reached a level of self confidence around him to make dirty pearl-clutching jokes with him in voices from the early talking pictures.  I adore you, Ronnie. Last year shortly after leaving, I had my heart stomped, and my O’Neill inspiration high crushed (that probably had a bit to do with my perceived disposable nature or ease of being forgotten, it’s not true, and I have the photos, videos, and memories to prove it).  This is not going to be the case this year, and I am thankful of that. I have a bunch of work to do, and never enough time to do it. I know I am forgetting people, but I am super tired and this is a blog post no one is going to read.  To sleepy to edit, that’s me.  But at least it’s out on this digital paper medium, not just stored up in my unreliable head right now. This is all a bit interpersonal, which is great and all, but I also LEARNED SO MUCH. And I cannot wait to apply it.  Once I get some sleep. So from a very full, and very tired heart, I made you all this: https://youtu.be/HrOrIvefF5E?list=PLz0pM6yNwcaD6ofLs_j_SmFsyCv2cvark