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I finally have.. the guy.. the little man.. the little guy.. IGNORE MY MISSING KEY OH MY GOD 😭😢😢😢
MY FRIENDS. I HAVE MADE AN AU.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53255230/chapters/134766754
As requested the alternates have been made into dragons, Y'all welcome amigos 😌
It was pokemon black and white’s 10th anniversary recently and I had the urge to draw the absolute Best Boy in the series
Thank you to @startistdoodles for drawing a beautiful background for him!
two(2) babies
The Ninth (Stray Kids OC insert) - People in Aera's Phone (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1459205205-the-ninth-stray-kids-oc-insert-people-in-aera%27s?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=shroomie_likes_frogs Originally on AO3, cross-posted on Quotev. Aera Hyun-Ryong. Also known as the immensely chaotic maknae of Stray Kids. She's quirky, neurodivergent, and unapologetically crazy.
in the theatre foyer, feb 6 '24
fifty minutes until that play will be perfomed again. quite the whole team is here to help. we haven't perfomed it in almost a year, it requires special technical efforts.
a. just arrived and brought me the high heels i had left at his place a few weeks ago. he had a quick chat with me in the foyer, some guests were already waiting and t. the theatre director was around, so i felt rather uncomfortable. in general, i don't like how most of our colleagues know abour our affair, or what they think is a relationship. i guess a. himself believes this is a relationship. he had just been granted a few days off in march, which he will spend to come visit me in nyc. actually, his mother will be around stopping in the city during her cruise and all of us three will sleep in one hotel room. i find people that do cruises incredibly abhorrent. n.'s, an ex, parents were big fans of cruises as well. i have come to the point where i consider this a red flag. in general, a. is a walking red flag.
his purpose in life is to be an actor and i like his passion for theatre. i mean, i more specifically like the fact that he is passionate for *something* and has managed to make it is occupation. other than that, he is a complete child. spends around 500 euros a month purely for weed, his diet is ridicilously unhealthy, he does not do any sports at all, he has no etiquette whatsoever and probably is the most irresponsible person i know. i am more revolted by him than attracted to him. the only reason i enjoy his company is the fact that i feel protected by him, in a physical way. i also like to be together with one of the actors. often i feel somewhat like a spy, i want to know all the inside knowledge, all the details. i like to know things and to be involved. i feel like i use him but i don't feel too guilty about it.
accidents
i stayed awake until 9am yesterday, attempting to make it to 11am when i intended to go to that monthly bin sale at my favourite thrift shop here. - of course, i did not make it.
i woke up for a short time at 10:45am disappointed in myself but also too lazy to get ready within those few minutes. i kept sleeping until sometime in the afternoon.
eventually i went for my daily bagel-intake at my favourite café. i devoured it in the one cozy spot of the café that is far from the other, in that room that they sell the books in. they're called book trader and are kinda legendarily famous around here and certain academics. i was as happy as i could get, especially since they again played great music: some that i remember was the areoplane over the sea, a sunday smile and drunk in la, the latter i heard for the first time. sitting by the window, next to piles of books two books caught my eye: how to talk to strangers by malcolm gladwell and the undiscovered chekhov, the latter i ended up buying, being somewhat of a chekhov stan now: having audited a class on him here, having encountered the professor, john mackay, several times in the past days during springbreak and in the end having been urged to read his stories by that actor at the theatre i am working at back home, the one that got voted best actor of my state last year.
however, i was chatting with js. and he proposed meeting up at the thrift store. he had looked up their times of opening, very considerate, because he knew i was so disappointed of having overslept the bin sale. we had agreed to meet there at 5:30, i left the café a bit late and tried to make up the time by riding the bike fast... here in the us of course bike lanes infamously are not as great as in europe so i have to ride on the sidewalk from time to time. and that day it finally happened:
i crashed! there is a dining hall, the schwarzman center, that is still operating in spring break and some of the staff was exiting the building which i saw too late. nobody but me got hurt though. and it wasn't too bad. the shock was the worst. and i was so disappointed of myself again for not having been more careful - i am not insured here! i quickly checked if my laptop got damaged and when everythign seemed fine and i had excused to the staff i quickly continued riding.
just two minutes later i already met js. i was actually still very much in shock, shivering, blood on my hands and knees. he helped me sort myself, even provided me with bandaids he always carried in his purse! i washed my hands at the thrift store, put them on and started digging through the bins. but as i had already expected all cool stuff was already gone. so i proposed just going for a walk in east rock, which we did. we went to that sweet very gentrified yuppi café, i got a chai and we sat outside on their bench enjoying the last bits of sunshine until there were no more. js. looked just like in a movie, i again asked to take pictures of him. he was wearing a green cashmere pullover. matching his eyes so well.
he proposed parking my bike at his place, taking his car and going for dinner somewhere. and i knew exactly where! that arabic place downtown that also sells pizza, i knew of it because the ngo i interned in last year ordered from them frequently. we went there, ordered chicken shawarma and kibbeh, which came with rice, hummus and baba ghanoush and was just perfect. best arabic food i ever had in a restaurant. we sat there for like two hours. eating slowly, talking. i talked about my childhood trauma and my crushes when i was a teenager. i asked him whether he has any "daily crushes" which he denied. for me, those daily crushes really are what keeps me going, which keep me going to uni, keep me going to work. it's really just that lol.
we shortly went to the dorm for me to pick up the key from b. who would go out with his friends. then, we went to that speakeasy, a wine for me, gin&tonic for him. it was kind of boring, by now we have been there plenty of times and that day we had not much to talk about anymore. i mean, i had already shared so much with him, that i begin to feel a bit weird. since he almost never initiates talks, i got used to simply thinking out loud. and maybe i have shared too much? i am kind of getting scared. it was never good to share too much with the guys i dated, since at some point they would use the things i trusted them with against me. even the most mature and well behaved people, like b., did it. since i got bored, i proposed going to the dorm, i called it "home". which js. liked. he repeated my words saying "yes, please take me home with you". sweet. when we were about to leave one of my favourite songs started to play and i made us wait until it was over. n., an ex, had shown it to me early on when we started dating. we were living in that crazy living situation where we only had to pay 200 euros of rent being "house guards" for a building that otherwise would be abandoned. we were not living alone though, in total we were about 30 when i moved in in september 2021. the building complex was huge and people were of all different kinds. i was the youngest, one person was an architect, one a graphic designer, one a 55 year old engineer, one a teacher, another one a self proclaimed witch, another one a rapper. n. and me were the only students. it was an unforgettable time. only 3 months though. that time i listened to that song every day on repeat, imagining n. as johnny and me as mary. - end of diversion.
so js. and me went home. i made tea, as always. this time though i kissed him earlier, before having any akward talks that would hide the fact that we really only got home to fuck. we kissed passionately and soon would end up in bed. this time the desk lamp was on. i normally feel a bit shy when too direct light is on but yesterday i realised we should do that more often - more often in this only very limited time that i still have left. why so? because he is just so incredibly beautiful. he put off his glasses and i looked him in his eyes with awe. i was literally about to cry which i had never done during sex. about to cry because i felt thankful of being able to be intimate with him in that moment. i had in mind my soon departure and that our lives will diverge in very different ways. and also, i think i had never had sex with a person i found that attractive and overall nice. i really only wanted to tell him how i loved him. which i did not do because perhaps it's too melodramatic to say but that's how i felt.
when cuddling inbetween sex i actually had a first look at my newly gained bruises which kinda look cool. i talked a bit more about my crash and afterwards asked him whether he was an accident. lol i really think i am hilarious. he said he was intentional, but his brother was an accident. same with me though, and same with my sister. the whole moment was even more ridiculous considering we by now are having unprotected sex only. yes, i know irresponsible. but it feels good with him. whatever. pray for me eh.
several rounds of sex and cuddling later it was about 3am, b. was still not back home and i was awaiting his message. js. was laying in my bed when i got b.'s message that he now was in front of the door waiting for me to open it! what a timing! i had always asked b. to tell me in advance when he would come and now js. had to rush to get ready and i had to try to hide him going out. he used the front exit, when b. waited in the back exit. still... b. saw him exiting. he got furious and told me how i had broken all his trust and how he would never give me the key again. i did not say anything and only went to sleep with a bad consciousness. (eventually i excused).
well, b. and me are not in a relationship anymore. yes, we were in one for about 1.5 years, but we never officially got back. b. knew i was dating people, he knows about y. and he knows about js. as well. why would i not bring js. here when i am alone the whole day?! sure, i never wanted b. to know that we have sex in the flat he lives in. i get that it's kinda tasteless and probably pretty disrespectful. but be for real once! i am a young horny lonely girl. b. knows that and he was never able to fulfil my needs at all. which led me to be extremly unhappy and frustrated. b. even talked about how i should pack my things and leave in the morning. obviously i have nowhere else to stay in this country!
me feeling extremly bad, very irresponsible and like a complete fuck up, i tried to lose myself in sleep, which i did until 4pm today. when i woke up b. arrived home from office. he was on the phone with his sister and talked in his language. when he ended his call he very firmly and paternally informed me about the consequences of my actions: he meant to not give the key to me again, but his sister made him forgive me my mistake. though he underlined that it would be "my last chance" ever. well, i found that a very mature decision. in the end i really needed the key, which he understood, for practical reasons. because again today he went out with friends until late night. i had ate bread with yoghurt and went out for a walk to get my bike from js.' place. on my walk i encountered a very cool couple: the woman was sitting on the drivers seat of a black volvo 240 sedan that was parked close to the book trader, the man was about to load a green road into the trunk of the car. both of them were about 60. real old school hipsters. i had stopped very excitedly telling the man how cool i found their car. we had a short conversation about volvos and i was left with joy. i hope that one day i become as cool as them and have a partner equally cool. i guess this was really the highlight of my day lol.
the rest of the day i spent at home listening to music, cleaning the flat and taking care of my hair that had looked like a wild animal again. that always happens after sex with js. i wish he wouldn't make a mess out of it that way. i mean, i love my hair being played with or being grabbde by it, but there are ways to do it whilst also not destroying it completely lol.
a few hours ago i had a realisation and moment of panick rose in me: i only have 12 days left here! i have to make the best out of them. i texted js. asking whether he would be down for a road trip and if so where he would want to go, proposing that i plan the trip and find somewhere for us to stay on couchsurfing. and of course, he is down! we will hopefully talk about those plans in more detail tomorrow but our idea so far is to go to vermont. i myself will also go on a trip to boston soon, but will do so most likely by myself.
hopefully i will wake up early tomorrow. for that to happen i go to sleep now, it's 3:15am lol.
Okay, I'm EXTREMELY late watching murder drones, I've been putting off watching it for just under a year. But that might have been the best decision of my life to sit down and watch the first 7 episodes in one sitting.
I just finished episode 8, I've been waiting to watch it because I knew it was gonna be good. And it literally blew up my expectations. That was fucking beautiful.
I'm not really sad it ended, I'm just sad I wasn't there to see it end :<
If we don't get a season 2, I'm gonna cry.
Some Murder Drones headcanon generator things :o
I'm totally fine with this series and not obsessed at all and I can't draw them all the time
UUGUGUHGUHUIJJHGHSSHDGH!!1!!111
I tried to make a humanization of G in class xp
N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so funny
