#wc: 429

[lgcjiho]

JIHO GOING SOLO — VLOG #1

when he was announced to be the winner of future dreams season 7, it really felt almost surreal that it was happening. he had stood in complete shock on that stage as the cameras panned in from all angles and he had really only felt shocked.

but now that he's in the studio working with the producers for the vision of the song he wanted to make, he felt the same way once again.

it was really just a surreal experience in general, if he's honest.

of course, they had worked together earlier too, when it had been 'chaser' that he was making for the stage, but working together with them all again feels familiar but strange at the same time.

he pulls out his powerpoint presentation he had made of the ideas he wanted to incorporate, very aware of the camera filming this for the vlog series he was doing, and he tries to make all of his ideas sound as concise as possible, with multiple examples and even some samples he had pre-recorded and thought up earlier, including lyric snippets and riffs he had thought would be fun.

the screen changes from that, to him working on his own in his studio—a sight that eterval are sure to be used to already by now, even if they were new to the fandom—and he's diligently working on tweaking the parts to make them all sound the way that he wanted them to.

it's fun, to be able to control so much of his solo debut but also nerve-wracking.

what if he didn't do well?

the next scene is him with the creative team again—it still shocks him that he can call them his creative team if he's honest—and they're all clearly working on a more finished song than the first clip shown. most of it is filmed montage style, just with clips of them on different days, all working together with jiho clearly directing. he's wearing glasses in one of the clips, and looking a little bit frustrated.

"it's coming together though," he comments, pushing the frame of the glasses farther up his nose-bridge, tying his hair up into a half pony just to get it out of his face. "we got through the hard part—mostly trying to get the different parts into one song but i think we did it. we all work really well together so ..." he trails off and gives a thumbs up.

"i think the final product will be a good one. i just hope eterval will like it."

[k0juki]

Can you do something with a reader who represents their country at Eurovision and gets along well with Joost and everyone ships them? Maybe smth like Joost comforts us before the performance and during it we can see that he is proud of us and it’s just fluff

YESS!!🙏🙏

Just be yourself

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! More posts here.

A/n: it's so short I'm so sorry! I didn't have much of inspiration...

Wc: 429

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This was it, the moment that you were waiting for, but you were nervous about it, how could you not be nervous. At least you had Joost here with you. Nothing else mattered.

But what if you mistake some words? Everyone will start to say things like you can't speak, sing or worse, what if they start to laugh? Luckily Joost saw you and your shaking form of nerves.

He approached you with a reassuring smile and said, "You've got this Y/n," his voice filled with confidence. "Just be yourself, and let your talent shine." He added, kneeling in front of you and took your hands in his, squeezed them for comfort.

His words were like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves, and you nodded, grateful for his encouragement. "Thank you Joost."

With a deep breath, you stood up and stepped onto the stage, the spotlight shining down as you prepared to share your music with the world.

As the music swelled and you began to sing, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you.

The crowd's cheers filled the air, but it was Joost's proud gaze that truly warmed your heart.

With every note, you poured your soul into the performance, pouring out your passion and love for music.

As the final notes faded away, the audience erupted into applause, and you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. It was a dream come true.

Stepping offstage, you were greeted by Joost's beaming smile and enthusiastic hugs from the rest of the group. "You were amazing!" Joost exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I knew you could do it."

The rest of the night was a whirlwind of celebrations and camaraderie, but it was the moments shared with Joost that meant the most. With his unwavering support, you felt like you could conquer the world.

"Thank you again Joost, it really means a lot to me..." you spoke quietly and looked into his ocean blue eyes, he really is beautiful.

"Don't thank me, you would have done the same." He said with a smile that reached his eyes.

You pulled him in another hug and just stood here. He is something else. Kind, friendly and has never ending support for everyone.

As the night drew to a close, you and Joost were surrounded by old and new friends, you couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that this day gave you.

And as the crowd whispered and winked, it was clear that the chemistry between you and Joost hadn't gone unnoticed. Everyone saw these stolen glances.

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Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

[in-another-april]

summary/prompt + genre - spencer + acts of service | fluff

warnings - none

wc - 429

notes - this is actually two lil blurbs bc i couldn't decide which one to do!!

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You sleepily feel around the bed for Spencer, groggily opening your eyes when you find he’s not there. The look of confusion on your face is soon replaced with a soft smile as he enters the room, still in his pajamas with sleep-tousled hair and a coffee mug in hand. You sit up a bit as he reaches your side in a few steps, placing the mug on the end table. He climbs back into bed, scooching right next to you even though the whole other side is available. You don’t mind in the slightest.

“Good morning,” He smiles, brushing the hair from your forehead and dropping a kiss there. You return the greeting, leaning into his touch. “I made you coffee.”

You hum, reaching for the mug and sighing contentedly when the warm liquid meets your lips. Being tuned in to pretty much everything about you is second nature to him, you’ve never actually told him the way you like your coffee. He seemed to have, like with most things, picked up on it easily and somehow manages to make it better than when you’d make it yourself. He is a genius, after all. (Or so he teasingly reminded you after you questioned how he did it.)

━━━━━━━━━

“Ugh, it’s freezing out here.” You complained with a groan, pressing yourself closer to Spencer in a desperate attempt to stay warm as he walked alongside you.

“You know, it’s more-so the wind than it is the temperature.” He supplies helpfully, wrapping his arm around you tightly. “While cold air alone can be deadly, it’s much worse when it’s moving. As wind speed increases, body heat is removed faster.”

He moves to rummage in his bag for a moment, and you grumble at the loss of contact. You were being a little dramatic, it was just another D.C winter, but that didn’t make the walk from the subway to your apartment any easier. Before you could complain any further, Spencer produced a set of gloves from his bag and offered them to you.

“You… Did you really-” You gape, speechless at the sweet gesture.

“You always forget yours, so I figured I should keep a pair with me.” He shrugs, like it’s just a small thing. And it is, really, but it’s still so thoughtful that you can’t help but feel giddy. You pull them over your hands and take one of his, pushing your intertwined hands back into your jacket pocket.

“You’re the best, you know?” You gush, and he smiles amusedly in response, pressing your sides impossibly closer.

[incandescentwarmth]

@jegulus-microfic – April 19 • Class • wc 429

“Pleeeeease sit with me.” James was pouting in a way that should be forbidden for how convincing it was. Regulus was losing his resolve by the second and he couldn’t help but think of how pathetic he had become. 

With a cheeky flutter of his lashes, the last bit of strength he clung to snapped and Regulus had to close his eyes to answer. “Fine. I will sit with you.” Opening them back up, he gazed down to see the brilliant smile that spread across James’s face, filling him with warmth. Regulus knew then that he would agree to anything to see James look so effortlessly happy. 

Fucking pathetic.

That’s how Regulus found himself sitting between James and Remus Lupin at the Gryffindor table, waiting for dinner to begin. There was chatter surrounding him on every side in a way that he wasn’t used to. It felt foreign watching the way these people interacted, interrupting each other and throwing in quips so quickly that it was hard for him to follow. He would have certainly been overwhelmed had he not been able to lean over and rest his head on James’s shoulder while he observed. 

Regulus noticed his stomach rumble and just before he was going to complain that he was hungry, the food started to appear before them. James served him before filling his own plate with food, ever the gentleman. 

Now, while Regulus knew the Gryffindors were generally more rowdy than his own house, he was most definitely not prepared for the food fight that broke out between his brother and boyfriend following James's attempt to scoop a spoonful of potatoes off the other’s plate. Bits of food were flung at each other and quickly the small group around him all joined in. 

Squeals and teasing insults were being thrown from every direction and suddenly, a piece of chicken was coming right towards him. At the last moment, James dived in front, gallantly protecting him from the hit and landing sprawled across the younger’s lap. 

“That’s it!” Regulus said exasperated and the action halted. He looked down at James who was wearing the same bright smile he had earlier and Regulus had to fight to keep the scowl on his face. “Do you not have even an ounce of class in you? I know he lacks all manners,” he said gesturing at Sirius, “but you?”

James didn’t answer right away, instead lifting his hand to his lover’s face slowly and faking innocence as he swiped a smear of mashed potatoes onto Regulus’s nose. “Not even a bit.”

[wh1spyz]

2:18 AM CHOI TAEYANG ✧

wc: 429

a/n: a little bit awkward smau chap tmrw guys i promise i js realized i have hw to do and im kinda running out of ideas..

you came back to the house late at night, slipping off your wet shoes and putting your keys on the table. you then took off your coat, and god you were drenched.

“damn fucking rain..”

you drop your umbrella into the container next to theo’s, and drag yourself to the kitchen to make something to eat to satisfy your burning desire for food, since your stomach has been growling like crazy ever since you got on your taxi back to your apartment. work was hectic these days, and you eventually needed to go on a business trip to get some new clients (despite your pleading boyfriend, who wanted you to stay home desperately). you flip on the switch and the light flickers on as you open the fridge and grab a drink, along with the chicken and fried rice in the fridge that had a note on it saying that it was for you. theo knew you were coming back today, but you told him that you were most likely going to come back much later than dinner time, so he had just saved the food he ordered for you to supposedly eat. you sighed and smiled to yourself, opening the meal container to be met with the delicious smell of the meat and steamy rice (surprisingly, it was still warm). you wash your hands and dig into the meal at the kitchen counter, typing up some emails on your phone.

2:18 AM, the time read.

you were definitely getting exhausted, so after you finished your meal, you washed up and went to bed. to your shock, you saw theo scrolling through his phone, eyes barely open, presumably waiting for you. your eyes met and his eyes widened, giving you a soft, tired smile.

“princess.. what took you so long huh?”

you crawled into bed with him, wearing some black shorts and an old shirt of his, hugging him tight as you buried your face into his chest. you mutter a small “i miss you sunshine”, and place a small kiss on his jawline. he wraps his arms around your waist tight, pulling you in closer, if even possible at that point, and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“i missed you too, doll. how about we go to sleep now, mm?”

you hum in agreement, and eventually fell asleep, but not before hearing theo’s sweet whisper of an “i love you”, along with another small kiss on your forehead. small moments like those are just a small reminder of why you love your boyfriend so much.

[lostgracestories]

You know as the days grow colder, I was wondering

how would the omen twins spend their time during the colder seasons?

I would love seeing the tarnished cuddling with them to get warm, or maybe the other way around.

STOP IT I LOVE YOU HOLD MY COFFEE wc: 429 tw: slight suggestion lol

Cold but Warm

Morgott

Winter was just around the corner and you were beyond excited to spend your first Christmas with Morgott. However, you hated the cold weather that came with it... Morgott quickly noticed this when you began sitting in front of the fireplace in his study, still shivering despite the warmth "Beloved, art thou cold?" "Yes, you aren't?! It's freezing!" Morgott would offer a light amused chuckle and shake his head "I hath thick skin, I suppose"

He LOVE LOVE LOVES when you sit in his lap by the fireplace and stick your head out of the hole in his cloak. He even wraps his tail around you too just to keep you warm.

HE LOVES HOT COCOA- okay hear me out. You are used to warm drinks like apple cider and cocoa during fall and winter but he has never had either. The moment he tries it for the first time (due to your insistence) he finds himself asking for it whenever he sees you. He'll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and breathe in the smell of you "My king, what do you need?" He'll stay quiet, too embarrassed to tell you "...hot cocoa?" He loves that you know him so well

OKAY LISTEN- this was another idea I got from someone else making requests on my page but WINTER COATS. His fur and hair comes in TEN FOLD <333 (PLEASE COMMENT WHICH ONE OF YOU IT WAS ILYSM)

Mohg

Your first winter with Mohg is something out of damn fairytale. He is very keen on decorating and accommodating your wants and needs "Is this tree alright?" He'll ask while he carries a tree 20x your size

WINGS OH GODDDD- He loves to wrap you up in his wings and especially with the cold weather, he enjoys the warmth of your body pressed against his (in more ways than one ;) ... )

He isn't sure why, but he loves seeing you dress in the clothes he has made for or fetched for you. So, when you ask him to wear matching sweaters he is ALL OVER IT. He is equally as excited when you ask about matching blankets... he's such a cutie patootie...

Mohg loves to indulge himself with sweets and you love this about him. ESPECIALLY when he gives you the biggest toothy grin as he offers you a piece of the Christmas chocolates you have gifted him... He is like a child when it comes to these things. "Love, would you like a piece?" "I'm alright, Mohg-" "...please?" And you oblige because of the puppy eyes he gives you...

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 14 (10/14): Blowjob starring Stephen Glass

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, switch Stephen/switch s/o, blowjob, mommy kink, pet names (babe, baby), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: It was a normal day for the couple, and they decided to play some Monopoly after work since it was Steve’s favorite game. However, things take a rather… intimate turn.

WC: 429 words

Sometimes things happen after careful analysis, research, and consideration. Other times, frankly most times, things happen because someone goes, “Screw it” and they just decide to wing it instead. A lot of people usually choose the second option ninety-nine percent of the time. Some actions taken as such may be more consequential than others, while there are some that are a lot more rewarding in contrast. This one, for sure, was way more rewarding.

“C’mon, Steve!” she groaned, watching as he grinned sheepishly as he claimed Boardwalk. She always loved taking it since she started playing when she was young, for no particular reason, and if she didn’t get to it first, Steve would take it to rub it in her face.

He chuckled shrugging, “Sorry, baby… Guess the universe is on my side tonight.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” she retorts, huffing before rolling the dice. She moves her spot, playing her turn, before hesitating for a few moments. “…Screw it.”

Stephen’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard her mutter, and before he could respond, she was underneath the table. The smile he had on widened, thinking she was trying to hide herself. “You have to hide your face because you’re so mad?” he teased, but he gasped and his eyes widened when his pants were swiftly pulled down and his cock sprung free. His hips jolted slightly in panic, but her warm hands kept him in place, licking long, taunting lines with her tongue on his tip.

“Baby,” he breathed out, his hands immediately darting out to grip her hair. He could feel her smile against his tip, before taking him all the way.

His head threw back in pleasure, whimpers and whines escaping his plump, pink lips. Tears prodded at his waterline, making his vision through his glasses a bit blurry as they threatened to fall. She was so skilled with her mouth, it felt so good that it hurt.

“…Mommy,” he whined, his hips bucking into her mouth and making her gag slightly. She always gave head like a champ, but she was just too damn good at it. It was intoxicating, addicting.

“I’m close, mommy,” he moaned after not too long, already overstimulated from all the attention and pent up feelings from the day. She hummed around his length, giving permission, and he shot his cum into her waiting mouth.

He panted heavily afterwards, watching as she came back up from underneath the table and smiled, licking the remaining cum dripping off the side of her mouth.

He breathily laughs, “You’re so gonna pay for that.”

[mcb3k]

So, wrote a dumb bash thing

$> count=$(wc -l media-links.txt) $> for i in $(cat media-links.txt); do wget $i; file=echo $i | awk -F '/' '{print $NF}'; mv $file $count-$file; count=$((count - 1)); sleep 2 ; echo ================================; done

It mostly works, although that sleep apparently needs to be longer because I was getting of "ERROR 429: Too Many Requests".

The rename doesn't always work because sometimes the URL has a URL encoded character, which gets decoded by wget when the actual file gets saved. e.g.

--2024-07-01 00:11:17-- https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55dca83de4b018ac1524526f/t/622990a6d88dfa624f168cbd/1646891207920/Samuel+Spruce%2C+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty+Wood.mp3 Resolving static1.squarespace.com… 146.75.32.238 Connecting to static1.squarespace.com|146.75.32.238|:443… connected. HTTP request sent, awaiting response… 200 OK Length: 33151680 (32M) [audio/mpeg] Saving to: ‘Samuel+Spruce,+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty+Wood.mp3’ Samuel+Spruce,+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty 100%[=================================================================================================================>] 31.62M 20.2MB/s in 1.6s 2024-07-01 00:11:19 (20.2 MB/s) - ‘Samuel+Spruce,+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty+Wood.mp3’ saved [33151680/33151680] mv: can't rename 'Samuel+Spruce%2C+The+Little+Wooden+Boy+in_+The+Frosty+Wood.mp3': No such file or directory

Anyway, that's a problem for future me.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 3 | MUZZLED | wc: 429 | just a little speculation on all for one’s changed approach to taking OfA back. we gotta remember--he badgered 5th and 6th TWICE OVER, EACH, for OfA before he went ‘okay i tried the nice way. Time to explode 7th.’

oh! also, implied sixthtorino

//

Chilled plastic cut a sharp blade through the hazy stupor of En’s initial dazed awakening, causing him to snap back to reality and get one good threatening snarl out before his captor--plural, maybe?--fixed the closures at the back of his head: one, two, and three. The entirety of his body tensed and wriggled, a violent fish out of water.

Hard floor. Smooth--difficult to gain purchase. Arms restrained, legs tied, mouth blocked. God, my head hurts.

It was due purely to Lariat’s deeply-ingrained teachings that En didn’t attempt flooding his surroundings with thick plumes of smoke. All else could flail in futility, but to lose control of one’s Quirk?

He wouldn’t be able to take that back.

“Settle down!” said the man. He shoved En flat on his back and barked a raspy laugh as En realized he’d been additionally strapped into a straitjacket. “Wow, they weren’t kidding, huh? You really are a little matchstick.”

The only response available to En was to glare, so he focused on his singular captor’s face and communicated his intense desire to set it aflame. Matchstick. How insulting! He’d chosen Smokestack for a title as a reason! Maybe the time at Torino’s gym hadn’t been spent as well as his older sister had hoped--too much ogling, too little muscle-training--but En wasn’t so breakable!

He tested the give of the mask with his tongue and his teeth. The material was softer than he expected, but the forgiving texture had its downside: En couldn’t breathe around it, not with his mouth.

“Not a lotta info on you,” the man mused, disappointingly impervious to En’s scathing look. “Don’t know why he asked for the whole works. Only thing I noticed about your Quirk were the party tricks.”

Party tricks? Since when--

En jolted at the return of a memory. The heavy build of smoke in his mouth, coalescing into a heated cloud, one he parted his mouth for but coyly reeled back inside before it could billow out. Then he swallowed it down. Re-absorbing smoke wasn’t good for En in the long-term, but for little puffs like this? Child’s play.

He’d winked at Torino after that one, and felt immensely pleased at eliciting a blush.

He twisted away from the mocking pat to his muzzled cheek, as his captor rose and brushed off invisible dust from a nondescript coat.

“Don’t get comfortable,” he said. “And look a little sadder, huh? You’re supposed to be the poor ailing junior, needing to be saved at any cost. Lariat might not even feel bad for you at this point.”

[toxics-sims-adventures]

TS4 Pack Asset and Lot count

The Base Game Sims 4 - September 2014 - Alot - WC:21 OS:21 [both 5 non residential, 1 secret] NC:15

Expansion Packs Get to Work - April 2015 - 519 (202 {79 just Makeup} CAS, 317 BUILD) + World - 4 [3 non residential, 3 hidden, 1 secret]

Get Together - December 2015 - 429 (108 CAS, 321 BUILD) + World - 27 [12 non residential]

City Living - November 2016 - 383 (114 CAS, 269 BUILD) + World - 29 [6 non residential] =15 (Not counting single apts as 1 lot)

Cats and Dogs - November 2017 - 505 (188 {92 for human} CAS, 317 BUILD) + World - 16 [5 non residential]

Seasons - June 2018 - 317 (148 CAS, 169 BUILD) - N/A

Get Famous - November 2018 - 399 (140 CAS, 259 BUILD) + World - 11 [5 non residential, 1 hidden]

Island Living - January 2019 - 300 (136 CAS, 164 BUILD) + World - 14 [3 non residential]

Discover University - November 2019 - 301 (120 CAS, 181 BUILD) + World - 13 [6 uni housing, 4 non residential]

Eco Lifestyle - June 2020 - 296 (126 CAS, 170 BUILD) + World - 15 [4 non residential]

Snowy Escape - November 2020 - 312 (134 CAS, 178 BUILD) + World - 14 [3 rentals, 4 non residential, 1 hidden]

Cottage Living - July 2021 - 292 (132 CAS, 160 BUILD) + World - 11 [1 rental, 2 non residential]

High School Years - July 2022 - 447 (197 CAS, 250 BUILD) + World - 12 [1 rental, 5 non residential]

Growing Together - March 2023 - 391 (196 CAS, 195 BUILD) + World - 12 [1 rental, 2 nonresidential]

Horse Ranch - July 2023 - 347 (148 CAS, 199 BUILD) + World - 13 [1 rental, 3 nonresidential]

For Rent - December 2023 - 329 (142 CAS, 187 BUILD) + World - 9 [7 residential, 2 nonresidential]

 > Total: 15 packs - 9 years - 5,567 (An average of 371 assets per pack) - 200 (An average of 13 lots per pack)

Game Packs Outdoor Retreat - January 2015 - 154 (74 CAS, 80 BUILD) + Vacation World - 6 [5 rentals, 1 non residential, 1 secret]

Spa Day - July 2015 (Refreshed 9-7-21)    194 (62 CAS, 132 BUILD) - N/A

Dine Out - June 2016 - 151 (26 CAS, 125 BUILD) - N/A

Vampires - January 2017 - 202 (72 CAS, 130 BUILD) + World  -  5

Parenthood - May 2017 - 138 (51 CAS, 87 BUILD) -  N/A

Jungle Adventures - February 2018 - 209 (41 CAS, 168 BUILD) + Vacation World - 7 [5 rentals, 2 non residential, 1 hidden]

Strangerville - February 2019 - 142 (40 CAS, 102 BUILD) + World - 12 [3 non residential]

Realm of Magic - September 2019 - 129 (55 CAS, 74 BUILD) + World - 5 [1 non residential]

Journey to Batuu - September 2020 - 249 (115 CAS, 134 BUILD) + Vacation World - 0 [3 hidden]

Dream Home Decorator - June 2021 - 194 (59 CAS, 135 BUILD) -  N/A

My Wedding Stories - February 2022 - 166 (86 CAS, 80 BUILD) + World  -  9 [1 rental, 2 non residential]

Werewolves - June 2022 - 188 (110 {26 for scars} CAS, 78 BUILD) + World - 5 [2 non residential]

 > Total: 12 packs - 8 years - 2,116 (An average of 176 assets per pack) - 49 (An average of 4 lots per pack)    

Stuff Packs Luxury Party - May 2015 - 53 (41 CAS, 12 BUILD)

Perfect Patio - June 2015 - 44 (12 CAS, 32 BUILD)

Cool Kitchen - August, 2015 - 52 (29 CAS, 23 BUILD)

Spooky - September, 2015 - 70 (37 CAS, 33 BUILD)

Movie Hangout - January 2016 - 61 (27 CAS, 34 BUILD)

Romantic Garden - February 2016 - 41 (19 CAS, 32 BUILD)

Kids Room - June 2016 - 71 (30 CAS,41 BUILD)

Backyard - July 2016 - 83 (24 CAS, 59 BUILD)

Vintage Glamour - December 2016 - 68 (27 CAS, 41 BUILD)

Bowling Night - March 2017 - 55 (20 CAS, 35 BUILD)

Fitness - June 2017 - 50 (17 CAS, 33 BUILD)

Toddlers - August 2017 - 51 (28 CAS, 23 BUILD)

Laundry Day - January 2018 - 68 (20 CAS, 48 BUILD)

My First Pet - March 2018  -  72 (37 CAS {11 for human}, 35 BUILD)

Moschino - August 2019  -  62 (24 CAS, 38 BUILD)

Tiny Living -  January 2020  -  66 (32 CAS, 34 BUILD)

Nifty Knitting -  July 2020  -  61 (38 CAS, 23 BUILD)

Paranormal - January 2021  -  71 (32 CAS, 39 BUILD)

Home Chef Hustle - September 2023 - 70 (45 CAS,26 BUILD)

 > Total: 19 packs -  8 years - 1,169 (An average of 61 assets per pack) - 0 (An average of 0 lots per pack)

Kits Throwback Fit - March 2021 - 23 CAS

Country Kitchen - March 2021  -  15 BUILD

Bust the Dust  -  March 2021  -  5 BUILD

Courtyard Oasis -  May 2021  -  22 BUILD

Industrial Loft   -  August 2021  -  26 BUILD

Fashion Street - October 2021  -  26 CAS

Incheon Arrivals - October 2021  -  22 CAS

Blooming Rooms - November 2021 - 24 BUILD

Modern Menswear - December 2021 - 24 CAS

Carnaval Streetwear - February 2022    25 CAS

Decor to the Max - March 2022  -  23 BUILD

Moonlight Chic - May 2022  -  33 CAS

Little Campers - May 2022  -  25 BUILD

First Fits - September 2022    24 CAS

Desert Luxe - September 2022    27 BUILD

Pastel Pop - November 2022    24 BUILD

Everyday Clutter  - November 2022    20 BUILD

Sim-timates Collection - January 2023  -  24 CAS

Bathroom Clutter - January 2023  -  31 BUILD

Greenhouse Haven - April 2023  -  27 BUILD

Basement Treasures - April 2023  -  26 BUILD

Grunge Revival - June 2023  -  25 CAS

Book Nook - June 2023  -  25 BUILD

Poolside Splash - Sept 2023  -  29 CAS

Modern Luxe - Sept 2023  -  28 BUILD

 > Total: 25 packs    3 years  -  603 (An average of 24 assets per pack)     0 (An average of 0 lots per pack)

[scottsgayroommate]

Stay A Little Longer

Summary:

Todd is about to start his busy day but his raven haired boyfriend would beg to differ.

Pairing: Wallace Wells x Todd Ingram

Genre: Fluff

wc: 429

a/n: Some more fluff but I will probably start to dabble in the world of angst

Todd slowly opened his eyes, moving his arms to wipe the sleep out of them.

He felt his boyfriend’s arms wrapped around his abdomen and his head pressed up to his chest.

Listening to Wallace’s light snores almost smoothed Todd back to sleep.

Oh, right. He wasn’t in his room, or even in his house. He decided to crash at Wallace’s house for the night, since Scott was staying over at Ramona’s for the night.

All things considered, even though the house was a bit of a mess (Primarily Scott’s fault), Wallace’s place looked pretty nice with its various Knick knacks dotted around.

He knew he had to go back to his house soon, even though he would’ve liked to stay with the raven-haired man in his arms.

He attempted to get up without waking up Wallace, attempting to remove his hands from his abdomen.

Unfortunately, his plan didn’t work.

“Where are you going, Todd?” Wallace muttered, barely opening his eyes.

“You know I have to go home,” Todd answered, unconsciously blushing at the sight of Wallace with his ruffled bed hair.

“Stay for a bit? There’s no rush…” Wallace groaned, placing his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.

“Wallace, I love you, but I have to go I have a busy day today.” Todd snickered, rolling his eyes.

“So do I, but you don’t ever see me rushing…” The other stated.

“I have literally seen you run out of your house when you ran out of booze.” Todd rebutted. Wallace thought about it for a while. “Oh, yeah. No matter, I still want you to stay.” Wallace stated.

Todd thought it over for a while…Technically there would not be a problem if he stayed for just a little while. He liked staying with Wallace.

He sighed. Why did Wallace have to be such a charmer even when drowsy.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay for a few more minutes, but that’s it.” Todd said, laying back down to be closer with Wallace, though he didn’t have to move much as Wallace was already leaning on him.

Wallace smiled, closing his eyes again. Not going to sleep, just enjoying Todd’s presence.

Despite what Todd said, he did not leave in just a few minutes. He stayed for an hour and then some, only leaving when Scott burst through the front door startling both awake.

Todd was in such a rush to leave that he forgot one of his shirts that was eventually picked up by Wallace who decided not to remind Todd, after all he never asked for it back.

[rkjisunx]

┆: sound of silence

Imagine knowing a person who is always so full of energy, who is always so happy and joyful. And then all of a sudden, it’s like their soul is taken from them and no one but two seem to be aware of the reason behind it. One of them unavailable, and the other... Sohee does not want to bother them about it, she would rather be alone. She isn’t much company anyway.

Unlike other Sundays where she is already done jogging, eating breakfast and eating lunch by noon Sohee is still in bed today, at the late hour of 2PM. With the phone in her hand she stare blankly at the post she just uploaded to her Instagram profile, her breath long and shaky while she fight hard against the tears that threaten to roll down from her eyes. Her body is incredibly heavy and all the strength in the world doesn’t seem to be enough to bring her out of bed.

What is the point of getting up today, anyway-- May 5th, Children’s Day. As well as a reminder. It’s been 11 years already yet it doesn’t seem to become any easier. Sohee was only a seven year old child when she lost her sister, Soeun, to a gruesome illness. However, the seven year old girl loved her elder sister dearly, more than anything in the whole wide world. Soeun was a role model, an idol, a best friend. And she is gone, never to return to Sohee’s arms again.

An incredibly thick lump in her throat differ her from an emotionless robot. It’s suffocating, and it’s hurtful. It’s a feeling that Sohee only experience around this time of year. She wish that she could call her cousin Solji, but she know that it will be a dead end. She wish that she could call her best friend Hyejoo, but she know that it will be bothersome. Eventually, she press the lock button and watch her phone turn pitch black, the screen becoming a sort of mirror.

Tears force themselves over the line of her eyes, a drop rolling from the left eye first. Thinking about the things they used to do when they were little become too much, and Sohee sob loud as she curl up in a fetus position underneath the warmth of her comforter. Even worse does it feel when she begin to think about the things they planned to do in the future, together. A few strangled sobs turn into whimpers, Sohee doesn’t want to full out bawl her eyes out... but she fail.

[idminsoo-blog]

oh you, oasis.

event: gayo daejun after party… [ @iddahyun ]

after 7 years of being min from nitro, there’s no shortage of familiar faces in the crowd. if he focuses, he can match names to careers and past conversations, stitch up a seamless small talk using only his memory and a few well-timed smiles.

the image that minsoo built for himself is wrapped so tightly around him, sometimes he doesn’t know where it stops and he starts. it’s so easy to hide behind, and people are so willing to accept it at face value. like a white lie, he thinks. not the most genuine, but nice to believe in. he doesn’t correct them, and not many try to go much deeper than that.  

minsoo grips the edge of the counter he’s leaning on with one hand and stirs the straw in his glass with the other. 

in the next minute or two, minsoo will melt back into the crowd, slip into a conversation, chat and laugh with them like he’d never left. in a minute. just five more minutes...

he glances at the exit sign then continues to scan the room for an opening. halfway across the floor, he spots a flash of brown hair and a side profile he’d recognize anywhere. a small, helpless smile curves his lips as he sets his glass of water down and starts to make his way over. he moves past bodies, avoids stray elbows, and leans away from heads tossed back to the music. he loses sight of her once or twice then finds her again near the entrance leading to the outdoor terrace garden.  

the gust of cool air as it hits his face is refreshing, and he takes another deep breath before calling out to the girl a few paces away. 

“park dahyun.”

a grin flashes on his face, brief but bright. minsoo might have a wide circle of acquaintances, but friends were few and far between. the fact that he and dahyun had a friendship as old and true as it was— minsoo considers it a sort of strange miracle. he treasures it as much as he is protective of it, something safe that outside eyes can’t pry away. 

“if it had been any longer, i would have forgotten what you looked like.” he walks over to her, expression soft and open. although they kept in touch through phone, their schedules prevented them from meeting often. too busy being shuttled to their respective appointments and rehearsals, sometimes the venues would overlap, but there was always a photo-shoot in 30 minutes... a sound check in 15.  

“how have you been?” 

[fmdxsehoon]

volunteering at an animal shelter - july 19

when the first volunteering opportunity was announced, sehoon wanted to sign up right then and there. after all, who wouldn't want to volunteer at an animal shelter? being a huge animal lover that he is and a self appointed furbaby uncle who absolutely love to spoil every charm members' pets, it would have been a lot weirder if he didn't sign up. besides, even after all these years, he still doesn't trust himself to be responsible enough to actually care for a pet, so volunteering at a shelter was the next best thing he can do.

with how busy they'll be for the next few weeks, spending a day to play and care for the cute animals will be a good way to replenish some energy. god knows he's going to need it, among other things. it was a day after their dome tour concert in japan. he’s probably still going to be so out of it but if there’s a will, there’s a way, right? he should be fine - and he was right.

it’s always love at first sight with animals no matter where he is, so it only took him a solid few seconds of eye contact with them and he’s reduced into a puddle of goo. it was regrettable that he only had two hands or he could have given more (if not all) of them some well deserved belly rubs. it was always easy to fall in love with the bunch of them, even those who took a while to warm up to him. probably the hardest part in this type of volunteering for him is that he almost immediately gets attached, and who wouldn’t be when you see their happy tails wagging as they stare at you with their expectant eyes. the mere thought of leaving them at the shelter at the end of the day is heartbreaking.

sehoon ends up taking lots of photos and videos with the cute furballs. from the silliest one he could find to the most behaved ones. the phrase time flies when you’re having fun rings true for him, and before he knows it it was time for him to leave - something easier said than done, especially when a few of them ended up tailing after him a few times. he makes it a point to make this some sort of routine, and maybe takes this chance to encourage more people to adopt. every single one of those cuties deserve a loving home, after all. those photos and videos he took will definitely come in handy.

[fmdkamiarchive]

nov. sch solo

even if filming the variety show was a little tiring, she was happy the group had something to do and a part of her wondered if their album recording would be apart of the show. to tease their comeback even though it was a while out.

it was a good idea to her anyway. even if the comeback was far off, it was enough time to give the fans time to prepare for their comeback and gain people's interest that did watch the show.

still, she walked into the studio ready for whatever might happen. she was just happy their comebacks were somewhat constant. she also liked the tone of their album, or the title track at least. it was still poppy but it wasn't as bright as someone like you. today, she would be recording her lines and the producers were already there. and to make a point, she was late, in fact kami arrived early. the quicker she got this done, the quicker she could return to doing her personal things.

she could remember in the past being a little nervous but this was the group she had come to work with for years. solo and with her group, so she was comfortable. tossing her bag onto the couch and going straight into the booth. living up to the talks about her, that she was quick and professional. if you were going into the studio with her, it wouldn't be a hard time.

you could always count on her to be ready and prepared for anything that came her way. getting set up in the studio wasn't a problem either, everything felt completely natural once she stepped into the booth.

the first task had been recording her solo lines for the songs, starting with what would be the first track on the album. then they moved onto the doubling, followed by the next track. it was a quick rinse and repeat cycle. and she didn't need many breaks, only taking a few that were short. the producers probably needed more of a break than she did.

she was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to recording an album. she wanted to do her part correctly and perfectly. so when she finally walked out of the booth for good, she could be happy with her parts. which was the case this time around, it didn't take as much time as expected even with them doing the backing vocals.

with a bow and small wave she left the room, happy to have gotten that part over it.

[seungcheolrk]

I’ll sing you.

july 5th, 2019: recording convex’s anniversary song, ‘adore u’.

it’s as comforting as ever to be back in the studio. 

with headphones tucked over his ears and a microphone in front of him, seungcheol has never felt more at peace. he wishes he could spend the entire day tucked away in here, safe from the world, but even he would get lonely eventually. ( not to mention the coaches would understandably get annoyed that he had skipped all his other practices and delayed everyone else trying to record their parts for ‘adore u’. ) 

he’s one of the last to go in, being slightly too old to be part of the ‘maknae line’. he worries sometimes that his young age within the group makes anyone question his abilities as a leader but it’s a can of worms he tries to keep firmly shut. of course they’d be sceptical of him so far, he has barely had chance to grow and show how he handles the role. a single comeback ( during what was still pretty sore times; their first songs together since mason’s departure were always going to be ) and a handful of vlives are hardly enough for him to show that he can be good at this — that he’s a good listener, and a calming presence. of course, inside his head, he’s almost always freaking out, but on the outside, he tries his best to remain levelheaded. though he does worry about everything, he knows deep down there’s no need to until it happens. 

still, he knows he has more than enough time, eternity, really, to prove himself. he’d rather gradually show improvement than suddenly be perfect. he’d like to be able to look back on himself at debut in a few years time and actually believe he’s changed since. he doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if he didn’t. 

but for now, he focuses on his breathing between lines, on the clarity of each syllable and the flow of his words. he stumbles once or twice, gets it perfect others’, but that’s natural and seungcheol doesn’t mind staying in the booth a little longer than perhaps ordinarily. whatever is necessary to get everything just as they want it — and to keep him feeling safe and secure for as long as possible. 

he isn’t at home, at the store, where he can stay in here for hours, tucked away from the world and all the horrors in it, but for a little while, it feels as such. it feels... peaceful and after the year they’re having, never stopping for breath, he wouldn’t change this for the world.