#i used google translator to translate this interview but the translation was a mess so i had to fix every single sentence
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MILE PHAKPHUM BEHIND THE SCENES OF HIS SUCCESS WITH BOF 500 IN AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH ELLE MEN.
KANOKPORN C.
NOVEMBER 3, 2023
UPDATE US ON YOUR LIFE, YOUR WORK AND YOUR INTERESTS.
Mile: Now i’m an actor of Be On Cloud. As for what i’m interested in now, I would like to have more time for music. In the past, fans may have seen me playing some music and making some songs. I stopped doing it 5-6 years ago, so I would like to revive that because music is what i love the most. Music is charming. Music is a friend. When we’re happy, it can stay with us, when we are suffering, it can stay with us. But most importantly, music allows us to capture various moments. This is the coolness of music. Let’s suppose we listen to something. And we may think of someone, think of some moments of life, it's nostalgia. Some people or some moments can be recorded through music so each person has different memories.
TELL US THE ATMOSPHERE AND IMPRESSION OF GOING TO THE BOF AWARD CEREMONY.
Mile: the atmosphere is that everything was fast. And we didn’t stay very long, just 3 hours. At first, I was excited before going but I didn’t create a picture in my head. I like to do this, i like to challenge myself to face whatever is presented in front of me. I didn’t create a picture in my head and that’s a technique to manage the excitement. We went there to enjoy ourselves. That night was a very fun night. Some people may plan to do 1 2 3 4 but that day I didn't think of anything. When I arrived to the event, i just let myself go. It was fun. And then I met people I didn't expect to meet and i liked them very much.
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE FIRST TWO THAI ACTORS ON THE BOF 500 CLASS OF 2023 LIST?
Mile: I was glad to know I made it into BoF. When we knew the details and found out that it was for both of us, we really felt that our work or the way I and Apo present ourselves was understood. The important thing is that our team 'Be On Cloud' has grown to the world. It feels that we’re growing step by step. To be honest, I appreciate being 1 in 500 of BoF, but i will not be excited nor i will be bragging about this because i know that way ahead, there is still room for improvement. But thanks to everyone.
WHAT DID GETTING TO DO A WORLD TOUR GIVE YOU? AND WHICH TOUR IS THE MOST IMPRESSIVE?
Mile: it gives you that type of experience that money could never buy. It’s experience in the fashion like we said earlier, or the world tour going to play concerts. Going to the World Tour, we were able to see the energy of all the fans. Each person is not the same. Touring allows us to meet groups of fans from many countries. Sometimes we had some technique problems. We were impressed because it made us realize that errors can happen all the time, even if it is a very big stage with a strong team behind.
IF YOU HAVE TO BUY A WATCH,HOW DO YOU CHOOSE IT?
Mile: First of all, it has to be “love at first sight' inside of me. It doesn't matter what type of watch but I have to love it, there must be a certain bond. I choose watches using my feelings. It looks a bit like i’m flirting with the watches (smiles). Secondly, it has to be a rare watch. Rare, the word 'rare' is my weakness. Some watches I liked a lot, that were not rare, I didn’t buy them.
HOW DO YOU MANAGE YOURSELF WHEN EVERYTHING IN LIFE IS MESSY OR SOMETHING IS NOT AS YOU LIKE?
Mile: Seriously, I will treat my emotions by, playing music, exercising, or doing anything that feels comfortable. I’ll do anything that distracts me from the reason why i’m suffering. I’ll change the interest, change the atmosphere, i’ll take myself out of there and for a while, i will have an overlap of ideas. And then i’ll finally deal with the idea that it’s bothering me. I retreat myself of one step to look at the problem in a second moment.
AT WHAT AGE DO YOU LIKE YOURSELF THE MOST? 10, 20 OR NOW THAT YOU’RE STARTING TAPPING THE NUMBER 3?
Mile: I think the number 2 is the period that I have tried everything i wanted to do. The number 2 is a period that i like. But it's a period where i learned a lot. Actually, i didn’t need to be responsible for things or the results that came from my decisions. If anything that you do, does not affect anyone, you can try it all. So you don’t have to be very careful. But i’m not sure… I may answer the number 3 but I just entered the number 3 and i’m gonna be here for a long time.
THINKING OF THE FUTURE, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO INVEST IN, TO MAKE YOUR OWN VALUE?
Mile: First of all is knowledge. But if it is an investment related to myself, I want to invest in real estate. I think the property has the highest potential.
NOW THE SPOTLIGHT SHINES BRIGHTLY ON YOU. HOW DO YOU PREPARE FOR THE DAY THE LIGHT WILL NOT SHINE ON YOU ANYMORE?
Mile: It's good to change the atmosphere (smiles). It’s what I learned when I had a lot of problems. It was in my 20s. At that time, i have experimented a lot. Because there were a lot of problems, both that i created myself and not. It made me learn one thing, which is important. Life is uncertain. Therefore, if we do anything, one day it will change. It’s the nature of this world. We must be born and get extinguished. When we understand this concept, when things get worse, we can manage ourselves.
EXPRESS THE FEELING OF WORKING WITH FRANCK MULLER AND ELLE MEN
Mile: I'm very happy. I like the watches very much. And I feel that shooting for a watch is something that i wanted to do for a long time. As for Franck Muller, I already knew the brand and i was interested. Because their watches have a unique character. The more I see this collection, the more i think it is very outstanding.
WHY DO FANS LOVE YOU SO MUCH?
Mile: I think because I'm not far from being myself. It's impossible for us to be ourselves 100%, no matter what industry we are in. But we should be honest with what we feel as much as possible. Both behind the screen and on the screen. And I think I am a person who understands people and that includes understanding myself.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SAY TO THE FANS BEFORE LEAVING?
Mile: I want to thank them again. Because I'm not sure if every time i say thank you, everyone receives that message. Because fans are not just in Thailand, not just in Asia. There is South America. There is a lot of Central Asia, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan. Because the popularity of Asia has expanded a lot. Therefore, what i mean is fans around the world. So I want to thank anyone who came to read this. Fans treated us well from the first day until today. 99% cute as before. Thank you to everyone. They’re part of our happiness. We are happy and happy to be part of their happiness.
#pls read the following tags#kinnporsche#mileapo#mile phakphum#mile x franck muller#i used google translator to translate this interview but the translation was a mess so i had to fix every single sentence#it took me soooo long but mile is worth my time 💚#i know my english is far from being perfect#so please if you see some typos or mistakes or sentences that a native english speaker would never use#let me know#i don’t get offended#on the contrary i appreciate it a lot because i like to learn new things#thank you 🙏🏻#this interview is very cute#i loved every part of it#the question about watches ajdkskdkf#RICH DUDES PROBLEMS
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All my attention
Part 5
warnings- swearing, drinking, protectiveness, so much flirting
words- 4k
If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series
a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well, sorry this part has taken a while-
(also would anyone want to be on a tallest?? plz put if you'd like to ♥︎)
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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?
I stood in my room ferreting through my clothes to find something to wear for the interview which was coming a lot faster than I thought, I decided on a army green booty skirt with a cream belt, a white tank top, gold jewellery and my hair tied back in a bun, my make up was pretty usual besides my red lips lined in black but I mean if I can pull it off- why not?
Hurriedly I grabbed my shoes, deciding on my chunky platforms and a purse holding lip gloss, lip liner, spray, my phone, a pen and keys. The boys and their families went home after breakfast around 10 meaning we could all spend time with our families for a few hours, the Kaulitz' left a little later as being our neighbours they didn't have much of a drive to get home. Gordon, the twins step dad agreed to driving us 3 to the studio while Georg drove him and Gustav as they lived near to each other
"Y/n sunshine! Tom is out side" my mom called from the bottom of the stairs
"okay!" I shouted back and came storming down the stairs, I saw my mom's eyes light up and a smile decorate her already beautiful face "like it?" I twirled
"You look wonderful! oh my- Martin get in here look at our daughter!" she called getting my dad in who was holding Stella "look!"
"Baba look pretty!" Stella grinned
"she does doesn't she, we'll be watching tonight sweetheart" with 3 quick kisses I ran out the house waving goodbye and Tom laughed as I stumbled down the step
"shut up look at the size of these I'm not exactly gain" I huffed steading myself, I looked up and saw the boy handing is arm which I gladly took to get down and jump the wall dividing our house
"we need your help- well I need your help, Bill wants your opinion on his fit but I don't know what to wear so I’m more important" Tom sighed, at the moment he was just in a wife beater and jorts, his dreads in a mess around his head "and- I need to show you something"
"well lets go then!" we hurried into the house and Bill was sipping a coke and smiled seeing me walk through
"Y/N YES LOOK AT YOU!" he snapped his fingers as I model stepped in, 'flipping' my hair and blowing a kiss "alright what about me?" he was in a black leather jacket, matching black skinny jeans, a Dimond skull belt and chains around his neck, hair on end (in a good way) and a deep smokey eye
"absolutely- I fucking love it!" he smiled getting all giddy "bad bitch vibes- or a good fuckable emo, either really" the boy blushed wrapping me in a hug
"okay go help useless over here now" I rolled my eyes and followed the other Kaulitz up the stairs to his room where clothes were dropped everywhere
"so... what happened?' I asked seeing him shrug "right well... these jeans- dark denim is a look then, where's your green and yellow cap?" I asked seeing him pull a draw open full of at least 50 hats
"what head thing?" he spoke opening the draw above "black?" I nodded opening his wardrobe and pulling a yellow and dark green print, white back shirt out (this is the fits)
"here, change" I spoke seeing him pull his vest off and quickly put the new shirt over, he was finally done fixing individual strands of hair in his ponytail and sprayed a dark smelling cologne on "okay that looks GOOD" I complemented seeing a smile form on his lips
"oh I can show you the thing now" he laughed walking into the hall and bring a small box back in "look I'm proposing!" he got onto his knee holding the said box
"oh Tom-" I played pretending to wipe my eyes "I do!" he shoved me away and opened the box revealing a small ring- gold and had our band logo engraved in it "holy shit! thats amazing!" I called pulling the ring out "do we all have one" the boy excitedly nodded pulling his hand up showing a bigger and chunkier version
"mom got them for us 5, they're so cool" I nodded admiring the metal around my finger "Bill's and Gustav's are in silver as they prefer it"
"god I love your mom" I sighed happily standing up and walking into the hall "THANK YOU SIMMY!" her laugh filled the hall followed by a 'no problem doll'
"KIDS COME ON WE NEED TO GO!" Gordons voice echoed from down stairs and in great style and slow steps me and Tom got into the car, in the backseat as Bill was first in "we have to hurry up its already 25 past" he grumbled starting the engine
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"Welcome to the red seats- Tokio Hotel!" our interviewer names Karter Male introduced, monsoon began playing in the background followed by many screams, Bill was pushed on first closely followed by the rest of us and as we all came into view the noise only got louder "ahah welcome!" we all smiled waving to the people
"hi!" we laughed, Bill was closest to the table followed by Tom, me Georg and Gustav who were relaxing back into the seats "thank you for having us" Bill began
"no its our pleasure, so would you like to introduce yourselves for the people who don't know you all?" we nodded and looked to our lead singer
"oh- I'm Bill Kaulitz, lead singer on Tokio Hotel"
"Hey, I'm Tom Kaulitz, his brother also older by ten minuets and I play electric guitar for Tokio Hotel"
"hello, I'm Y/n Y/l/n, the backing singer for Tokio Hotel" I herd a wolf whistle come from the audience causing me to giggle "thank you" but the boy to the left of me face dropped but I tried to ignore his mood
"evening, I'm Georg Listing and I play bass for Tokio Hotel"
"hi I'm Gustav schäfer and i play drums for Tokio Hotel" claps filled the room and the interviewer grinned
"so now we know you recently got back from doing a mini-tour sort of thing right?" murmurs of 'yes' and 'yeah' ran through us five until Bill started talking
"yesterday actually, we did our last show in the afternoon and all went back to Y/n's parents house for the night and seeing our families was a massive relief as we hadn't seen them in weeks"
"thats wonderful, well going back onto your small tour we herd in Tier that there was a new song? and its was sang by Y/n, can you tell us little about that?" Karter looked to me and I looked to the boys who gave me the nod
"of course, it's called 'Don't jump' and it has so much meaning and I mean nobody has all day to listen to me ramble but its from when I was in a very dark place due to privet things and instead of being sad 24/7 I made it into lyrics and I finally performed it in Tier, I think next shows when we play it Bill will sing as he's much better than I am" I laughed hearing the crow 'aw' at me "but yeah its a beautiful song- not to blow my own horn or anything" The interview carried on and the boys getting asked different thing then turned to the 'public questions'
"so we've had a few questions from your adoring fans who will be watching from home, this one is for all of you actually- from Hallie, 15, she said 'hello Tokio Hotel, my question is- are you all single or seeing people?' so?" I watched as Georg and Gustav nodded their heads saying 'yes we are' Tom and Bill also but then I remembered I hadn't come out publicly about my spilt yet
"yeah we all are" I spoke hearing a gasp but quickly brushed it off
"well erm... next question for Tom from Suzana 'Hey Tom, I was wondering if you have a type?'" the audience laughed as the guitarist became a little tense, scratching his neck
"well.. if you're pretty and have a nice smile I don't have a issue" girls in the crowd cheered and a blush covered his cheeks, I patted his shoulder to which he looked back to me pulling his lips taught as if to say 'what the fuck'
"right, our next questions will be from the audience!, so let's start" we watched a runner hop up the stairs to a smiling blonde girl who was wearing a tour shirt
"Hi! I'm Rebecca and I have a question for Gustav!" we watched as the boys eyes lit up and a smile spread on his face "I was wondering what your favourite song- out side of the band- is to play?" that was surprisingly quite a nice question
"oh erm... I like quite rock sorta music so probably Nirvana?" she thanked him and blew a kiss to which his cheeks only got redder, the runner went to another girl, smaller and younger looking with brown piggytails
"hello... I'm Francine and I have a question for Y/n" my eyes softened seeing her nervousness
"lets hear it!" I grinned
"I- I was wondering whats your favourite colour and why? because I think you look beautiful in green and purple!" she giggled making me pout at her sweetness, Tom was smiling at me as I held my heart
"aw thank you Francine thats so nice of you, I'd say my favourite colour is... baby yellow though I never wear it, my mom calls me sunshine and that colour reminds me of her" the girl said her thanks and the questions continued
"so this will be our last question for Tokio Hotel tonight as our show is near an end!" Karter spoke pointing to the camera and it spun to the last fan
"hey guys! I love you all so much by the way- but my question is for Tom and Y/n" me and the boy looked to each other then back to the brunette "I'm guessing you've seen the ships between you on social media?" being the only girl in a group of 4 boys sometimes came with it's downsides, those being 'shipped' with all of them and people making up rumours "the most common being that you two secretly love each other, well I was wondering if any part of that was true?" I let my laugh slip but Tom's brows furrowed
"yes I do love Y/n, she's one of the most important people in my life of course but the way people make us out is completely wrong- she's like a sister I mean she may as well be related to me and Bill we've know each other since we were what born?" I nodded listening to his words but I couldn't help but know that everything the fans imagined wasn't completely wrong.. and he knew that too
"yeah like he said we love each other but its platonic!" I added seeing the crowd sigh at the disappointment
"you'd make a good couple though" Karter added "you'd be the hottest new thing since people like Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore" I rolled my eyes at the words but Tom seemed to like the idea and shoved me with his elbow "thats all we have time for folks, thank you Tokio Hotel for being here tonight! bye!" we all waved and the crowd applauded, the lights dimmed meaning we all had to go backstage.
"he's gonna come back here in a second to have photos with you guys so if you'd like to wait in the dressing room please feel free!" a runner smiled looking to us pointing up the hall, we all walked into the air conditioned room and fell onto the matching red sofas from set
"that was I think the most comfortable interview we've ever done" I spoke scratching my head, fixing my hair. Tom scoffed folding his arms "what? don't you guys agree?"
"I think he was playing favourites all the way through" Bill spoke opening a water "but yeah it was fine"
"I agree" Georg added, I personally didn't know what their issue was but I mean they are edgy, angry teen boys anything ticked them off. we sat in silence until the door opened with Karter smiling widely at the five of us
"Ah Tokio Hotel- thank you for tonight it went beautifully! shall we take some photos?" he asked fixing his suit jacket as we all stood "perfect, follow me" he instructed going out the door, Bill grabbed the door before It slammed into us all and held it open nodding his head allowing me first to which I whispered a quick thank you and slipped through following the man "okay so erm.. shall we have twins next to me, then Y/n on this side with Gustav and Georg" we all lined up in front of the photographer who was bending with a camera
"3...2..1" he spoke clicking the button and a flash blared our eyes "grate, we'll get a few more" he spoke fixing his position
"so what did you think of the interview guys?" Karter asked looking to his side "fun?" his hand which was now on the small of my back jolted slightly
"ah yeah it was nice we were just saying" I answered as the boys stayed silent "the people who asked the questions were so sweet" the photos continued and so did his hand, slowly his hand went my hip, thigh and then as he moved it to my ass I pulled away "were not doing that" I quickly spoke pulling my own hand away from being behind him
"sorry- its very inviting!" his eyes narrowed looking down and back up to me
"we're fucking done-" Bill started walking out the room and going to the exit door followed by Georg and Gustav as he shouted curses
"Y/n come on" Tom grabbed my arm shoving the man out the way "she's fucking 17 you prick" I didn't get a look at the man after that before Tom was yanking me through the doors out the building to the car where his step-dad was stood "were going straight home"
"Bill went with the lads" Gordon pointed as Georg's car pulled from the space with a roar of the engine "come on we need to be quick the meal is in like an hour and a half"
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"hey darlings how was the interview?" Simone asked as we went into the Kaulitz' house "it looked good"
"we're never going on that show again" Tom murmured walking to the kitchen and grabbing a drink from the fridge "fucking looking Y/n up and down like she was someone to hook up with"
"what!" Simone started looking to me "are you okay sweetheart?" I nodded my head realising what Tom said
"anyways I need to shower" the twin grumbled walking up the stairs "Y/n I need you first" he shouted back down the stairs
"oh okay- sorry Simmy I'll be back" she smiled turning back to the tv as I made my way up the stairs to the boys room where I could here him shuffling about saying things to himself "Tom?" I walked in to see him standing at his mirror top off and belt half way undone
"shut the door" I did as he said looking at him oddly, I turned and shut the door behind my self and looked back to him "you didn't see what he was doing that whole interview did you?" I shook my head no "right well we all did, he was trying to see up your skirt- stared right at your tits, lips, eyes, legs- everything" I felt a lump in my throat as his brown eyes became darker looking at me "and no man can do that to you-" I nodded stepping over to him and wrapping my arms around him hiding my face in his color bone
"well though I fucking hate that- I'm okay don't get worked up okay? this sounds so cringy but he can't touch me like that ever again either because I'll brake his wrist" Tom looked down to me with a small smile spreading along his lips as he played with his lip piercing
"yeah nobody can ever fucking touch you there" I rolled my eyes seeing his eyes go serious in a jokey way "unless its me of course"
"oh yeah- of course, anyways you need a shower and come my house after help me chose my outfit for tonight" he nodded hugging me back quickly before going to his shower leaving me to go back home
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I was sat in my bedroom flicking through my radio until I found a station playing a song I liked, Brittany Spears started playing, I started dancing around my room like I was her and nodding my head along to the lyrics of freak show 'Make it a Freakshow freakshow We can give 'em a Peepshow, peepshow Don't stop it let it flow Let your inhibitions go It's a crazy night Let's make a make a freakshow'
"Y/n!" I scream left my mouth as I turned to see Tom stood in my door frame laughing "what the fuck are you doing?"
"can you knock! I think I shit myself" he pulled his fist to the door and knocked with a cocky smile "haha" I spoke sarcastically, soon he fully walked into the room and my jaw did nearly fall to the floor, he was in black suit bottoms and a white button up blouse, rings around his fingers and his necklace on show, dreads in a messy bun
"wow! you look good! pulling out all the stops Thomas" I complemented seeing him become a little shy "genuinely you look amazing"
"thanks, I mean were going to the Stadtpfeiffer restaurant so I wanna look good" he popped his chest looking at himself in the mirror "what are you wearing?" he asked looking at me as I stood in joggers and a tank top
"a dress but can't decide which, wanna chose?" I'd never seen him walk quicker in my life, the doors flew open revealing all my 'fancier' clothes and his hands moved quickly through the hangers, until he pulled a red dress with a black rose lace pattern on top "really? don't think this might be a bit scandalous for a family dinner?" Tom smirked placing the dress onto the chair and turned back to the wardrobe "wait- no don't open tha-" I watched as his hand reached for the draw full of my 'sexy' clothes
"fucking hell Y/n how many thongs do you need?" he laughed looking back at me, he dug through them until he pulled a red lacy Victoria secret pantie out and threw it at me "here, wear that underneath" with a sigh I went to the bathroom and slipped into the clothes, I stared into the mirror and regretted ever letting him chose my outfit "let me see!" he called from the other room
"okay-" I walked into my bedroom and his eyes widened, lip tucked between his teeth and his hands dug harder into the bed "like?" I asked twirling
"like is a understatement" Tom hummed "god you look so hot right now- I literally don't have words" a small blush painted my cheeks as I stepped into my full body mirror, I turned to check my reflection but all I could see was the guitarist staring in awe
"my eyes are here" I laughed seeing him nod "okay well make up and hair now" the boy seemed to be confused "what?"
"you don't have make up on?" I shook my head turning to him "so you are just naturally gorgeous? fuck" I rolled my eyes sitting on the chair where the dress once lay, I pulled my make up draw open and picked out my foundation and began the process I came to love over the tour, dark eyes and a dark red lip , next my hair I decided to have it straight down and hair-sprayed it into place
"okay I'm done!' Tom looked up from the magazine he found himself flicking through and a smile spread across his face "too much?" I asked seeing his head shake "sure?"
"you look perfect Y/n" I grinned standing and going over to the wall wear my jewellery hung grabbing a necklace and a few rings and bracelets "you need shoes" Tom quipped abruptly going into the box under my bed full of misilanious shoes, he rummaged through for a while before pulling out my chunky Mary Janes I sat back on the sheets of my bed waiting for him to hand over the shoes but he stayed down, grabbing my ankle and slowly slipped the shoe onto my foot "Tell me when the shoes tight enough alright?" I nodded seeing him thread the strap through and pulling it taught
"there" he quickly pressed the buckle through and moved to my right foot doing the same before kissing my bare knees "you are so cute Kaulitz" soon his hands reached mine and we stood together "thank you- I love it all"
"no problem"
The time ticked slowly as me and Tom waited for everyone to be ready as in fairness we were done quite quickly, I sat at the desk with my computer on, flicking through web pages while Tom was messing around with my ukulele that one day just appeared in my room. I scrolled down a page until I saw a subtitle of 'picture ideas' and I immediately knew what we'd be doing to pass the time, the first one was the girl holding the camera above the couple and the boy holding her- perfect
"come here were taking these photos" I called bring the boy back to me, he stood fixing his outfit and passing me my phone and standing with me "okay so you need to-"
"I can see what I've gotta do babe" Tom soothed into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his forehead into the crook of my neck "take it" with a click of my button the photo snapped, and we did this about 50 more times, standing in the mirror, at the window, and my poster wall
"perfect" I smiled flicking through the pictures "we look so good" cheering I looked back to see Tom looking to me, eyes scanning my body and face "you okay?"
"fine, just can't stop staring" a blush tinted my cheeks, over the past few days the flirting gone from funny to romantic giving me new feelings of giddiness every time
"Tom your making me red" my cheeks were aching from the smile I couldn't hold back
"good"
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the clock struck 8:45pm meaning everyone getting in the cars to go to the Stadtpfeiffer, Bill had come back earlier and so the Kaulitz went in their car and I went with my family, me and Stella sat in the back dancing along to the music playing on the radio "what were you and Tom doing Sunshine? I could hear you laughing like you've just seen the funniest thing in the world!" I sighed with a smile to her words
"oh taking stupid photos together" but they weren't stupid- anything but, every time I looked at one my stomach felt ticklish and my chest heaved with a feeling I couldn't explain
"oh very nice, you'll have to show me" I laughed at her words mumbling a line of 'sure' after another 20 minuets we finally arrived and it look beautiful, the yellow haze lights illuminating the entrance and fancy jazz music filled our ears "oh my-"
After us the Kaulitz' arrived, the boys walked straight over to me laughing about something "evening" Bill nudged to me "I have something to tell you after by the way" I looked oddly at the boy who only smiled and followed his stepdad to my dad, I turned to Tom who shrugged
"you smell good" I commented smelling his cologne
"Paco Rabanne" he spoke lifting his arm to me so I could smell it better "oh and send me those photos will you, I need them" his voice became seductive making my knees weak and I all I did was hum in response "thank you angel"
“Stop it Thomas- we’re in public” I giggled seeing his eyebrows rise
“That’s only gonna make me worse” my heart stoped for a moment at his words- what’s did he mean by worse?
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Buckle up guys, gals and non-binary pals, it's BoJere Tour Bus Renuion time <3
"...Bojan was tentatively asking me if I would join him on the tour bus" - Kris arches an eyebrow as he reads this part of the latest interview with Jere on his phone screen.
Tentatively? Seriously? Since when has Bojan done ANYTHING tentatively? Bojan is about as tentative as a- as a puppy. Which is why Kris has to watch him and "Nine Lives" Jure like a hawk.
Not for the first time, Kris is glad he doesn't have pets.
Turtles might be OK, he supposes.
Nace seems to think so.
Anyway, he's clearly going to have to talk to Bojan about this.
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"Hey, Bojan, remind me: what are the rules of this tour?"
Bojan rolls his eyes. Like Kris doesn't know. Like Kris didn't write them. Like Kris didn't give him two copies (just in case). He shrugs.
"Let's see...what happens on the tour bus stays on the tour bus?"
Kris chucks a pillow at him. He ducks.
"That is the exact opposite of Rule 5 and you know it"
Ugh, he's in one of those moods. Bojan briefly considers throwing the pillow back, but decides against it.
"Rule 5? What were the other 4?" He grins. "Wait, don't tell me. They're all the same rule, just with different names."
Kris refuses to take this bait, unfortunately.
"Rule 5 is - as you very well know - No Sex On The Tour Bus"
How is he capitalising every letter of that stupid rule just saying it, Bojan wonders.
"Right, and why are you bringing up that rule with me? Shouldn't you be reminding...ooh, I don't know...your fellow guitarists of that one?"
Kris folds his arms and Bojan knows he shouldn't push it but he can't help himself.
"Or does it not apply if both parties are band members? Kinda discriminatory Krisko. Does this mean I have to start sleeping with Jure again?" He grins, gives Kris a suggestive look. "Or-"
Kris gives him a don't-even-think-about-it look in response - spoilsport - and thrusts his phone at him.
Ooh, it's an interview with Jere...
Ah.
OK, Jere has obviously said something.
Yep. Kris has highlighted it. Of course he has.
He reads the offending sentence, rereads it, laughs, looks up.
"Oh come on Kris, this is just Jerč-Jere messing around. He probably said it because he knew it would get attention. Although" he feels obliged to point out, because joke or no joke this slander will not stand: "it was actually HIM asking ME if he could-"
Kris sighs the deep sigh of the terminally exasperated.
"Look, I don't care who asked who, your boyfriend-"
"-NOT my boyfriend actually but do carry on"
Kris doesn't even bat an eyelid.
"Whatever he is, he's NOT coming on the bus. In EITHER sense. There's barely enough room for the five of us as it is"
He gestures to the admittedly cramped living quarters they've somehow got used to sharing. Bojan can see his point, even if he is making it in the most insufferable way possible. He sighs.
"FINE. No Sex On The Tour Bus"
Kris looks at him.
"Promise?"
He's such a Boy Scout sometimes. Bojan can't resist saluting as he replies.
"Yes, Mr-If-I-Can't-Get-Laid-Neither-Can-Anyone-Else, I promise"
And he runs off before Kris can find anything else to throw at him.
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CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: Hey
BikBik: Hey
BikBik: What happen?
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: Kris read your interview. I had to promise him I wouldn't smuggle you onto the tour bus.
BikBik: : (
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: I know, it sucks. No reenacting this for us
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: <video file: UKTourChaChaCha">
BikBik: <gif: "SadDavidTennant">
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: <gif: "SadDavidTennant">
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: ...
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: Anyway, I think we're both off Krisko's Christmas card list this year.
BikBik: ...
BikBik: OK but still on Christmas present list, yesyes?
BikBik: Still on track for visit from...Grandfather Walrus?
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: ...Grandfather Walrus?
BikBik: Is not correct? I put "Dedek Mrož" into Google Translate and-
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: OH
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: OMB
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: X D
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: DEDEK MRAZ
CarpeEveryDiemSlideIntoEveryDM: BRB DYING OF LAUGHTER
BikBik: ...
BikBik: ...
BikBik: F**k you Bojan X D
****
Jere is laughing as he puts his phone down, he can't help laughing whenever he interacts with Bojan, but he's soon serious again.
Yes, he ABSOLUTELY said that to that reporter because he knew they'd eat it up.
But...
He was hoping that he and Bojan would-
Well.
You know.
But Bojan has made a promise, and his Bojan doesn't break promises.
So Jere is going to have to...get creative.
He grins.
He's always enjoyed a challenge.
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author interview
Thank you for the tags @gneebee & @im-immortal
Happy New Year everyone!
1. how many works do you have on AO3?
6
2. what's your total AO3 word count?
43,408
3. what fandoms do you write for?
The Walking Dead - Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
Keep Me
A Stolen Moment
La Dame Blanche
I'll Be Home For Christmas
Something
5. do you respond to comments?
Yes, and I try my best to respond to every comment I get. I massively appreciate all the support and feedback I get so I try my best to acknowledge that.
6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Something was definitely the angstiest thing I've written so far, although I do have a second part for La Dame Blanche in my notes that would probably beat it...
7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I Want Your Midnights probably 😉
8. do you get hate on fics?
No, thankfully I haven't had any hate directed my way since I started posting earlier this year but I know it happens.
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
I want Your Midnights was my first attempt at writing smut and I gotta say I'm so proud of how it turned out. Writing smut always made me really nervous but once I got started it was actually so much fun and it's defintely something I plan to do again.
10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?
No, and I don't have any plans to.
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of.
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
No.
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, although it sounds like it coulld be fun!
14. what's your all-time favourite ship?
Beth & Daryl - I am literally never getting over them.
15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I have a lot of ideas jotted down, snippets of fic ideas or scenes rather than stuff in my WIPs. I do intend to get around to them all eventually. I did have a whole Beth Lives idea that I came up with a while ago about her going back to the farm but I think it's more likely that the idea is going to get incorporated into Keep Me at some point rather than it growing into it's own story.
16. what are your writing strengths?
Oh wow, I don't know. I'm not very good at critquing myself. Hopefully keeping them as much in character as I can?
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
Right now I feel like action sequences (I'm trying to write some action sequences for the latest chapter of Keep Me) - creating the right vibe for them and building the suspense. I also think sometimes I'm in danger of repeating the same words a lot when describing something. Having the confidence to trust myself once I've written something out as well, I do look to @im-immortal for a lot of reassurance and I massive appreciate her taking the time to read the stuff I send to her 😊
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I did a bit of this in La Dame Blanche but I don't think I'd ever be confident enough to use more than a few words at a time. Google translate is notroious for messing stuff up and I wouldn't want to do it if I wasn't confident that I was getting it right.
19. first fandom you wrote for?
Alias on FF.net - I post one very short fic there once and then Something was originally posted over there back in 2014 but I didn't write anything from then until earlier on this year.
20. favourite fic you've written?
Keep Me has my heart right now because it's the biggest thing I've ever attempted, but writing I Want Your Midnights was so much fun and really made me feel more confident as a writer.
A lot of you have been tagged already so sorry if I'm tagging you again but anyone who wants to join in please do! @burningupasun @boltthrutheheart @sasusc @fairybellworld
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I just got recommended an Israeli propaganda channel on YouTube?
And in their recent videos they're bashing South Africa and saying that the UN has always been against Israel? They're saying the UN is biased AGAINST Israel?
There is absolutely no mention of anything in South Africa's case against them
They even have a vid interviewing, who they say are Palestinian adults and kids, about Hamas and how IDF treats them, and, according to the subtitles, these people say that IDF is good to them (faces are blurred out), and they ask 1 kid why they didn't leave this bombed area and the kid's subtitles say "they will throw rockets at us"
BUT! The conversations/questions could very well be dubbed over! Since the respondents just say "They"
And that's IF that's their answer at all because I don't speak Arabic or Hebrew and I don't trust this propaganda channel's subtitles (there was a case where some Israeli zionist put incorrectly translated subtitles on purpose an entire speech by a Palestinian lady because of course no one's going to ask an actual Arabic-speaker to translate for them, the lady was talking about her frustration with Israel's abuses while the subtitles said she was frustrated about Hamas
Honestly, I'm just surprised why I got recommended this channel's Gal Gadot vid out of nowhere, we know Google is Pro-Israel so are they messing with the algorithm to spread even more misinformation right now when Israel is finally panicking thanks to South Africa?
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Fic writer interview!
Thanks @mercurygray for the tag!
How many works do you have on AO3?
120 for my 2 pseuds, sunlightdances and glowinghorizons!
What’s your total AO3 word count?
520,569
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
take a running start (the 100)
keep me safe inside (your arms like towers) (the 100)
one less day to be alone (the 100)
give you everything i have (the 100)
they will see my strength (in this love i found) (the 100)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to! I usually get to them all, even if I don't respond the same day. I really appreciate anyone who comments on my works, even old stuff for fandoms I don't write for anymore (see above fics and kudos lol) and want to say thanks.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
This is a hard question! I've always tried to be a happy ending writer, but I think some of my newer fics for HBO War stuff is probably more angsty because of the subject matter. I'm just now feeling confident in leaving a chapter or a fic itself ended on a angsty note.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Pretty much everything I write is fix-it fic, so usually they all have happy endings, but I'm partial to this fic for Marvel (Modern!Bucky x Reader) - Safe Place to Land on AO3 or Tumblr.
Do you write crossovers?
I've only done a few, but I have a WIP on hiatus that I started ages ago that's a Supernatural/BoB time travel fic featuring one of my OCs! It's here: Lost in Time
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Yes and it still haunts me lol. I got the longest comment of my writing life (like, several paragraph essay) on one of my modern AUs for The 100 about how I should give up writing and it went into extreme detail with quotes and everything critiquing me. Honestly, it really threw me for a loop because it wasn't a constructive criticism, it was mean, and I stopped writing for a long time because of it.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
If I feel it has a place - I'm more likely to write a smut-adjacent, probably-still-rated-M heavy petting scene with lots of angst and tension. That's what I like to read if I read smut, too.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not an entire fic, but a writer in another fandom wrote something SO similar to one of my Marvel stories and there was a paragraph that was copy/pasted. I confronted them and they deleted it, and their blog shortly after. It sucked lol.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I know of!
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I haven't! I'd love to try it one day but I'm also such a procrastinator I fear I'd mess up any working relationship, haha.
What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Based on what I've written, I still have a soft spot for Clarke and Bellamy from The 100, even though I won't ever write for that fandom again. Their dynamic was so great to write about. Back in my Fanfiction.net days I loved writing for Olivia and Lincoln from Fringe, too.
What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I have a Dean Winchester/OC fic where she's a national park ranger and gets roped into shenanigans that I love, but I don't see myself going back to it unfortunately.
What are your writing strengths?
I hope that I'm able to really set a scene and use dialogue and sense words to really put readers in the head of a particular character. I really want people to finish reading a piece and have a feeling.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Sometimes I think I use too much dialogue and I tell rather than show.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I would love it, but I don't speak another language confidently enough to use it the right way, and I just don't trust Google Translate to make it smooth enough, haha.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
I think I wrote RPF for the band McFly when I was 13 but I don't think any of that still exists, thank god. My first published fic was something for AltLivia/AltLincoln (Fringe) on ff.net in 2011.
What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
I'm in a Discord server for the Nancy Drew CW show and I'd love to write for Nancy/Ace, but I'd need to rewatch the show to do it confidently, I was just a casual watcher with friends when it was on TV.
What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?
My favorite thing is my current WIP Barren Soul (Band of Brothers). I've been working on it on and off since 2020 and I think it has some of my best writing. It's also fun to re-read because I can see how I've grown as a writer over the years.
Tagging anyone else who wants to fill this out - no pressure!
#this was fun to do#i had no idea ao3 had stats#i have to say - my top kudos fics all being for t100 is cursed#i will never get away from that show or that ship lmao#fic writer interview
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: * -𝘔𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰- * :
𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘐𝘥𝘰𝘭! 𝘔/𝘯
Fluff story + Angst story 🐇⭐
·Kim Seungmin, under the company of JYP and in the group of stray kids, Is dating a soloist under SG entertainment, said soloist who is Hwang M/N. As M/N is stressing over his comeback, and Seungmin is here to help him calm down <3.
⚠︎WARNING⚠︎
This story contains boy love, mentions of death,and overworking. If you do not like this, please continue on with your day and don't make this horrible for those who enjoy it <3 Thank you and have a nice day. Also, I might have some words in Korean and please don't mind and just use Google Translate ୧⌓̈⃝୨『••✎••』
Onto the story!! <3
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Soloist idol, Hwang M/N was stressing over his comeback and having to be in interviews, photoshoots, and event videos. He's been overworking himself and trying to figure out other things for the comeback. He is very upset at this but still tries to make his lILYs happy. (lILYs is the fandom name for him. The lower case l at the beginning is just l, as for the rest, the ILY stands for I love you, meaning his love towards his fans.) He also does all these Vlives and it makes him so tired. M/n doesn't really get sleep, up to 5 hours of sleep each day.
Though, M/N is happy with him boyfriend he has now, Kim Seungmin. Seungmin is the happiest man alive to be with his wonderful M/N. He would do anything for him and give up any thing for him. Seungmin is currently practicing with him members, Hyunjin and Jisung. Seungmin isn't paying attention to what Hyunjin and Jisung are talking about, he's thinking about his ingi manh-eun M/N.
Speaking of M/N, Seungmin now remembers he's in a room with M/Ns brother, Hyunjin. Seungmin asks about M/N, snapping out of his thoughts. "Oh, M/N? I wouldn't say he's doing okay." Hyunjin says, making Seungmin curious. What's going on with M/N? What did he mean by that? Seungmin was diving into hogisim. He decided to ask Hyunjin about it after practice.
Though, worrying about his lover, Seungmin was messing up during practice, not too much, just forgetting some moves due to worrying about his lover. Jisung questioned Seungmin on his actions, Seungmin just told him it's fine. After Jisung walked out, Seungmin stopped Hyunjin to ask what happened to M/N. "I'm sorry Seungmin, but M/N told me not to tell you. He's worried you'll worry too much-" Hyunjin stopped when he saw Seungmin starting to tear up. Seungmin was getting worried for his ingi manh-eun boyfriend.
"Okay okay, I'll tell you Seungmin, we just need some water. Come meet me in my dorm after 15 min-" Seungmin cut Hyunjin off when he told the time. "I don't have that time to wait for that. I need to know what's going on with M/N. I need to know within 10 minutes." The tone in Seungmin voice was worried and shaky. Hyunjin looked bad and changed the time up to 6 minutes. Seungmin was glad to know he could hear about M/N sooner.
After they got done, Hyunjin told Seungmin about what's going on with M/N and what he's dealing with. Seungmin started to cry after what Hyunjin told him. Why hadn't M/N told him this? Did M/N not trust him? Did M/N.. Not love him? His thoughts flooded with bujeongjeog-in thoughts. Hyunjin comforted Seungmin and told him not to worry and that M/N was going to he fine. Though Seungmin knew that stress and being drained can lead to death, which made Seungmin even more worried for M/N. Seungmin started to shake to thought of losing M/N. He wanted to be with M/N forever, get married, love happily, But if his comeback got in the way of that, Seungmin would want M/N to quit being and idol forever then.
Seungmin bowed and thanked Hyunjin for sharing the jeongbo about M/N. Seungmin rushed over to where M/N was at SG. SG didn't mind Seungmin going in to visit M/N, they knew they where together. Seungmin swung open the door to M/Ns room and stood there. M/N was doing his studying learning, or jeonjin his Chinese for a new interview coming up. Seungmin stood at the door female crying. M/N was worried for Seungmin and rushed to give him a hug. "My love, what's wrong? Why have you come here?" M/N had the look of worry and pyeswae on his face to make Seungmin feel safe.
Seungmin hugged M/N really tight and picked him up. Seungmin carried M/N and put him on his bed. Seungmin cried into M/Ns chest as he knew Seungmin needed a break sometimes. M/N didn't really know what Seungmin problem was, all he knew was he needed to comfort him right now, and Seungmin really needed it. M/N kissed Seungmins forehead and whispered sweet things to him, as stroking his hair. Seungmin was still crying, not knowing where to start off.
Seungmin ended up calming down. M/N wiped away Seungmins tears and asked what was wrong. Seungmin turned serious and asked what was wrong with M/N. M/N was confused and turned his head in hogisim. "I know what you've been going through M/N. You've been stressing over your comeback, overworking yourself, draining yourself, doing everything but taking care of yourself. Why M/N? All this can lead to death! And I don't want that, Hyunjin doesn't want that, lILYs don't want that, so why are you doing this!? Huh?! We all care and your pushing yourself, just stop!!" Seungmin started to cry all over again. He didn't want to lose you, who would he be without you? You made him dahada his dream to become an idol, he was apart of stray kids because you made him believe In himself. He didn't want to lose the memories, the good times, the moments, nothing. He wanted you to stay, forever. He didn't want to die alone without his lover. He didn't want to keep doing his career with the one thing that made him go this far gone. He couldn't bare the thought of that.
Seungmin looked up to see you crying. Another thing he didn't want, you to cry. He loves you happy, he loved you. He couldn't help but see his ingi manh-eun hurt and not feel bad. Seungmin paused and thought to himself, was that because of me? He had realized before he started talking you weren't crying. After he said what he said, you where crying. Was it his fault? bujeongjeog-in thoughts again. "Seungmin, where did you hear this from?" Seungmin had told M/N that it was from Hyunjin and M/N just nodded and stood up. He was confused when you stood up.
You had stood up to bow. Why where you bowing? Seungmin couldn't help but think as to why your bowing. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, Seungmin." You sat down next to Seungmin and looked down to your lap. "I didn't want to worry you, Seungmin. You're always so proud of me and told me I should keep going. So I did that, and here I am. I want to make you proud of me, Seungmin. I want.. You to stay with me. I just thought of I was to lack the talent I have now, you'd leave me and be so silmanghan in me. I want to make you happy Seungmin. That will forever be my goal." M/N said while Seungmin started to tear up once again. It was his fault. You where pushing yourself to make him happy, you wanted nothing but that. He bit down on his bottom lip to stop the loud sobs that where begging to escape. You hugged Seungmin and he became chwiyaghan and let the cries out. You let Seungmin stay like that as long as he needed. Seungmin then got up and wiped his tears. You smiled at Seungmin as he calmed down a bit. "You don't need to push yourself to me make happy, M/N. Just do what you always do and that's what will make me proud. I love you and everything about you M/N. You pushing yourself makes me worry, and I can't help but cry each time I think about losing you. Please don't ever think about leaving me, I love you so much, Hwang M/N." Seungmin smiled as he said that last sentence. He then kissed you and praised you in every way possible.
"Oh and, I love you too, Kim Seungmin."
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NIAONiao Voicebank: 琴歌 (Qín gē)
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Language(s): Mandarin Chinese
Height: 165cm
Voice Provider: 幽舞越山
Illustrator: N/A [ If you have any idea who the illustrator is, please let me know. ]
Official Demo: N/A
Unofficial Demo Created by the archive: N/A
Other Examples of voicebank in use, not created by the archive:
BiliBili
BiliBili
Released: 2012-08-20
Last Update: 2013-01-09
Vocal Range: C4-C5
Best Suited For: N/A
Birthday: N/A
Personality: N/A
Hobbies: N/A
Dislikes: N/A
Representative: N/A
Mantra: N/A
Available for other engines?: No
You can find her voicebank here:
DSound Website ( Must have Baidu Account )
Google Drive Backup ( For if you cannot get a Baidu account OR if her official Download has been deleted )
Mod Thoughts:
I really like Qin Ge! She’s super High quality for the engine. I personally haven’t messed with her much yet, but her voice is great and her design is adorable. She seems quite popular for a niaoniao vb as there are many examples of her in use, some as recent as 2022 which is exciting. She also has an MMD Model that you can download here. There’s also this interview with who I think is her creator? I’m not really sure, again I don’t speak any Chinese so I am relying on google translate for context. Overall, I like Qin Ge and I can’t wait to use her for myself :)
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NEW FANFIC TROPE DROPPED
character A is famous and travels abroad to do what made him famous in the first place (sing, act, do a meet n greet...)
- they have a bunch of people assigned to accompany them around, just like always when they leave their home(s)
- they don’t know the language or the culture or anything about the country, but it’s fine, they have someone to accompany them for that exact reason, to help them get around, place orders...
- well fuck, the guide just had to cancel and they can’t organise a new one any time soon
- cue character B
- character B: native, extroverted, about to adopt character A, no question asked
- has literally never heard of A
- WILL, however, accompany them everywhere for their entire stay to ensure their safety and comfort
- goes above and beyond for the other despite barely speaking their language (they make do with DeepL, Google Translate, lots of hand signing and vague noises, as well as facial expressions)
- cue “She keeps sleeping around with my stuff!” instead of “She keeps messing around with my stuff!”
- cue “Do you HAVE to fuck around?” “What do you mean ‘fuck around’, I haven’t fucked anyone!’”
- cue “What does that ad say?” “....it advertises lube.”
- cue “yeah no that’s normal here, sorry”
- cue “omg A FIVE STAR HOTEL ARE YOU KIDDING I AIN’T RICH ENOUGH FOR THAT” and “...I’m paying, dumbass”
- cue having to ride the bus and falling into each other at a sudden stop
- cue A being distressed due to all the new things and strange people and the language barrier and character B comforting them
- cue A deciding to “stay for just one more week” and getting themselves into trouble with their manager because that was not planned what are you doing-
(also doesn’t have anything to do with B, NEVER- NO-NOPE-)
- cue tasting lots of weird foods
- cue sleeping at B’s place because hotels are full and A forgetting they have a guest and screeching as they come out of the shower with just a towel around their waist
- cue them taking them sightseeing
- cue them taking them to the actual COOL places afterwards
- cue them running from paparazzi
- cue A being asked about it later on and interviews and having no clue on how to answer without sounding like John Green describing a woman
- it’s an exhausting experience for the both of them hoenstly, but 800/10 would do again
- they’re keeping in touch afterwards
- and they have each other’s phone numbers. for emergencies-
- also B fangirling about A in their native language and B figuring almost everything B is saying from noises and flailing alone, no language needed
- also, their mobiles die in the worst moments, so... no online translator for you~
- also, B defending A when they get shit for not speaking the country’s language and B lowkey finding it hot/endearing/both
- ALSO - BAD ATTEMPTS AT BEING SEXY IN THEIR NATIVE LANGUAGE AND THE NATIVE CRACKING UP AND GIVING A WHEEZY LAUGH AS THEY STRUGGLE TO BREATHE- TURNS OUT CHARACTER A USED A LINE FROM PORN AND IT IS *BAD*
- also, A finding B’s frustrated noises when they cannot remember a word endearing
- also, me having a million ideas for it and probably continuing this whenever I have a bunch more
- also, me not being supposed to be writing anything at all right now and instead be productive- woops.
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━ 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
sugar daddy!steve rogers x asian!reader
⁀➷ summary ━ steve rogers is one of the most notable fashion designers in the world. you, his new assistant, become the driving force behind his art.
⁀➷ warnings ━ 18+ only – minors dni. steve being mean. john walker being...john walker.
⁀➷ translation ━ shlyukha -> whore (i used google translate so if this is inaccurate i'm sorry sksksk
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 – 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬
"𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟,
𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙,
𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒"
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You were completely and utterly out of your depth.
Your morning was spent silently cursing whatever possessed you to apply for this job. That is, the moments you were not spending fussing over your appearance. The biggest steppingstone of your life was contingent on the way today’s interview running smoothly. Since the day your chubby little fingers could pick up a crayon and scribble a couple of letters, you had been passionate about writing. Your childhood was spent filling up notebooks with thoughts, ideas, fantasies, anything you could possibly conjure up. By the time you graduated high school, you had won multiple writing competitions. They were enough to push you right up the totem pole and earn you a full ride scholarship Columbia University. You graduated at the top percentile of your class, published reputable scholarly journals, and even did a few solo articles for a couple companies here and there. You were on your A game, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.
That’s where Rogers came in.
Steve Rogers, the owner and creators of one of the most famous and respected designer brands had an opening writing position for the brand’s magazine and website. It would be a lie if you said you were interested in the job because of your love for fashion or the brand itself because truthfully, you knew virtually nothing about either of those things. Could you keep up with trends and put together a killer outfit? Yes, but that was not fashion per say. Steve Rogers had the Midas touch. His hands made the finest garments and everyone who had worked with or for him lead highly successful careers after one letter of recommendation from the mogul. Rogers was the push you needed. You would just have to fake it till you make it.
“Are you still getting ready?” Natasha croaked through your phone speakers; traces of sleep still evident in her voice. The red head had presumptuously just woken up from your call, her eyes still puffy and glassy.
“Yes,” You sigh with defeat. “I don’t know what to wear. I mean, this is a fashion design headquarters, I can’t walk in looking like a mess. Do I go pantsuit, dress, skirt, skort?”
“You do know how to work a pantsuit.” Natasha encouraged, opening her blinds and filling your screen with light as you began getting dressed.
“I’m so nervous I could throw up right now.” You admitted, accessorizing your outfit with a simple pair of diamond studs and a matching necklace and ring.
“You have balls, I’ll give you that.” She scoffed. “If your interview doesn’t go well, he’ll at least acknowledge that and hopefully send you off with a good word.”
“Are we talking about the same man? Is this not the Steve Rogers who toppled an entire brand because one of their designers failed to show up to a meeting on time? He’s not going to send me off with a ‘good word’ if I make an ass out of myself, which I will because I have no interest in fashion and yet here, I am!”
Natasha raised a slender brow at you.
“Look, is it kinda stupid that you’re applying for a job in an industry you don’t know shit about? Yes. But like you said, the opportunity is too great to pass up. So, with the same nerve you had when you sent in your application and resume – which is impressive by the way – walk in there and don’t let that man freak you out.”
You smiled at her appreciatively. Spritzing yourself with your favorite perfume for good luck, you gave yourself one final glance over in the mirror before gathering your belongings for the day.
“You’re right.” You affirmed. “And if all else fails, I have you to take care of me emotionally and financially until I die—”
“Goodbye.”
You cackled loudly as your best friend ended the call quicker than the speed of light, exiting your tiny Brooklyn apartment and locking the door behind you.
“Here goes nothing.”
The Rogers Headquarters was roaring with life when you entered. You were hardly noticeable in the midst of all the hustle and bustle; your presence only being acknowledged when you made yourself known to the receptionist.
“Good morning!” You greeted kindly. “I have an appointment with Maria Hill for—”
“Y/N Y/L/N.” A stern voice chirped from behind the receptionist.
Your eyes shifted upwards, landing on a tall, lean brunette. Like the rest of the staff, she was dressed to the nines. Not a single hair on her head was out of place. She stood in front of you with her chin up in the air and posture so rigid you could have mistaken her for a statue had it not been for the way her nose crinkled unamused at the sight of you.
“You must be Maria. It’s nice to mee—”
“Follow me.”
Maria spun around on her red bottom heels swiftly and made her way towards an elevator, making no indication that she was waiting for you. Quickly, you thanked the receptionist before scurrying after Maria. She spared you zero pleasantries, immediately giving you the run down.
“As you know, you’ll be one of the writers for the magazine and website. If Steve releases a new collection, you’ll be the one writing all about it and promoting it. Sometimes we like to publish articles about current trends, the historical side of fashion, anything that sparks Steve’s interest. That is—” She stopped abruptly, turning around on her heels to face you with a sly grin on her face. “If you even get the job.”
Before you could make a remark, the elevator doors opened and Maria was once again speeding away from you. The brunette opened her mouth to speak once more but was interrupted when a frantic blonde woman approached her and whispered something into her ear. Her poise exterior crumbled and soon, mirrored the latter’s. The space filled with the sound of cellphone and email alerts. Just like dominoes, each and every person in the room caved into the chaos.
“He’s early!” Maria gasped to the blonde, breaking out into a sprint.
“I know! He had a breakfast meeting scheduled with Loki Laufeyson but apparently, he was running late, and Steve just decided to leave rather than wait.” The blonde huffed, helping her counterpart gather what looked like a small cup of espresso and a croissant on a porcelain plate.
“What is wrong with people?!” Maria screeched, colliding with another worker who was slipping off a comfy pair of loafers and replacing them with stilettos. “Watch where you’re going!”
“I’m sorry, what’s going on?”
Maria and the blonde snapped their necks towards you, eyes filled with incredulous expressions.
“What’s going on is that the Steve Rogers is on his way up right as we speak and if you don’t pull yourself together, you might as well retire now.” Maria spoke lowly.
“Who is she?” The blonde asked, ignoring your presence completely.
“Interviewee.”
Suddenly, the energy in the room shifted. A single ding from the elevator was all that could be heard. Everyone froze as the doors opened.
Out came the man himself, Steve Rogers.
Clad in a slate grey suit and a matching wool double breasted coat draped over his shoulders, his olden locks pushed away from his face and perfectly tousled, and his beard neatly kept, his appearance alone was enough to leave people speechless. People around you eyed him with fearful expressions that bordered admiration and awe. It both perplexed and intrigued you. How could people fear someone so much but still want to be them or grovel for their approval? You were drawn out of your thoughts when he and Maria began to make their way towards where you were standing.
“I don’t understand what’s so difficult about showing up on time.” Steve grumbled, removing his coat and handing it to Maria without as much as a glance.
“I apologize for the delay, sir.” Maria pardoned. “He gave us no word that he would be late.”
Your brows perked up in surprise at the instantaneous switch in Maria’s demeanor. Just moments ago, she was arrogant, dismissive, and officious. Now, she was a little mouse squeaking in her all too expensive shoes.
“Remove him from the guestlist for the Cavalli tribute.” Steve demanded coldly.
His gaze finally met yours.
“Who is this?” He inquired, studying you.
You opened your mouth to introduce yourself, but just like your entire time here, your presence was once again disregarded as Maria spoke for you.
“Interviewee for the writing position. Although I’m sure she’s nothing special, I’ll handle it and forward you more applications to look throu—”
“Follow me, miss…” The man trailed off, finally giving you an opportunity to speak for yourself. Once you did, he took your paperwork from Maria’s hands and sent her off to complete another task.
Maria glared at you and gave you a small shove, pushing you towards the direction Steve was walking in. You stumbled slightly, almost falling but the man gave no signs of stopping for you if you did. Taking advantage of there not being eyes on you, you closed your eyes briefly and took a couple deep breaths. This was it. It’s make it or break it now.
Steve held opened the door to what you assumed was his office for you, nodding at you as you thanked him.
“Please, have a seat.” He offered politely, gesturing to the empty chair in front of his desk.
You made yourself comfortable, making sure to keep your posture straight and eyes sharp as he too took a seat and began to review your resume.
“Columbia University, huh? Summa Cum Laude.” Steve commented, his tone passive.
You smiled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Lots of awards. Your references spoke very highly of you, Miss Columbia.”
Very softly, you began to tap your foot anxiously. Things were going well so far, but the buildup was killing you. Attempting to read his expression was useless as it remained unmoving even as he continued to list your accomplishments.
“Numerous articles published, even ones in scholarly journals. Psychology of a Criminal, Intergenerational Trauma and Gen Z, Nature vs. Nurture, Worker’ Rights; all very impressive and important topics to shed light on. But there is a major issue I’m seeing.”
You gulped nervously, awaiting his answer.
Carelessly, he placed your resume down and pushed it to the far side of his desk completely out of his sight. Crossing his arms across his broad chest, he hunched forward and cast the most intimidating look someone had even given you. His thick brows lowered over his azure eyes, making him look impossibly more terrorizing.
“You haven’t written a single thing about the fashion industry.” Steve declared, the look on his face and his tone screaming no-nonsense.
He caught you there. Natasha’s words rang through your mind. You’ve got balls. Don’t let that man freak you out.
“Um,” You croaked quietly, causing the man in front of you to eye you expectantly. “I understand my lack of fashion content, but if you give me this position I can lea—”
“Have you come to my headquarters to disrespect me?”
Your eyes widened.
“No, sir—”
“Do I look like a fool to you? Why in my right, mentally sound mind would I hire someone who has zero knowledge on the fashion industry to write articles for me and my brand?”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“You’re a bright girl, Miss Columbia. Surely you know that this isn’t a good look for you.” Steve concluded, a hard glare on his face. “Why are you here?”
“Everyone who has worked for you has had the doors of amazing opportunities opened to them. I took a leap of faith and thought maybe that could happen for me too.” You admitted sheepishly. “Look, I know I’m out of my depth here. But I’m smart. I’m quick. I can soak up anything you tell me and handle anything you throw at me. I can produce you results.”
His expression was illegible once again. A pregnant pause hung in the air as he continued to stare at you. For a second you thought you had gotten through to him. That is until he fetched his laptop from his leather satchel, pulled out a stack of files, and began rifling through them while typing simultaneously. You looked around awkwardly, not knowing what to do with yourself or what this meant for you and the position.
“Mr. Rogers?” You peeped hoping to catch his attention but failing.
He proceeds with his work without a single falter.
“That’s all.” He spoke contemptuously.
“Excuse me?”
“That,” a slam of the lid of his laptop sounded through the room. “Is all. See yourself out.”
Staring at him in disbelief of his ill-mannered behavior, you pushed back the chair you sat in harshly before standing up.
“I don’t fit in here. I know that.” You spat. “But I would have thought a man like you would have been able to spot quality when he sees it. Clearly, I was mistaken. Have a good day, Mr. Rogers.”
Stunned at the events that occurred just seconds ago, Steve Rogers let out a low whistle before chuckling to himself. Very rarely did anyone oppose him. He was beginning to miss having someone to challenge him. You, with zero fashion knowledge, practically demanding a position from him like it was your rightful claim lit a fire in him like no other. He couldn’t tell if it was pure insanity or brilliance. Either way, he enjoyed the show.
“I’m so sorry about her, Steve. I should have known better than to send someone like her up.” Maria apologized once more.
Steve smirked, shaking his head.
“Go tell Miss Columbia that she starts on Monday. Eight sharp. Don’t be late.”
You held your head high as you paced through the corridor, taking notice of Maria’s self-satisfied grin the second you stepped out of the lion’s den. Every single condemnatory expression and side whisper bounced off you. No shits were given anymore. You would find a new job, one that would recognize your worth, and do what you were passionate about. Hell, maybe you could write an article about the correlation between superficiality and low self-esteem in the fashion industry. Just as you were about to exit the Haus of Rogers for good, the sound of clacking heels and Maria’s voice calling your name stopped you.
A look of pure defeat and distain was on her face as she spoke.
“Eight. Monday. If you’re a second late don’t even bother showing up.”
Fighting back a smile, you nodded and watched her retreat back into the elevators before turning back around towards the exit and squealing with joy. Fishing out your phone, you sent out the news to Natasha, Yelena, and Monica.
To: hot girls only
well, a shopping day is desperately needed, i can’t walk into rogers’ headquarters looking like shit every day
Your girls cheered with excitement as you took your seat at your reserved table.
“I knew it! I knew you were gonna get it! No way were you going to walk out of that building with a ‘no’!” Monica cheered, pulling you in for a warm hug that you reciprocated tenfold.
“I don’t think she even knows the meaning of that word.” Yelena muttered.
“Well neither does Rogers. Wonder how that played out.” Natasha snorted.
“Anyways!” You clapped. “Drinks are on me.”
Your girls booed loudly, causing a couple of diners to eye your table with a mix of annoyed and amused expressions. You glared at them, embarrassed by the unwanted attention their antics resulted in.
“This is your dinner celebration, shlyukha!” Yelena scolded.
“She’s going to be making more than all of us combined in a couple of weeks, let her pay for drinks.” Natasha argued jokingly.
“All I know is that somehow some way, I will be getting my cabernet.” Monica giggled.
“I think I can handle that.” A familiar voice spoke from behind you.
Turning around in your seat, you were faced with none other than John Walker. He was dressed casually in a white t-shirt, dark jeans, sneakers, and a leather jacket to top it off. A small smile grazed his features, a slither of hope and bashfulness in his eyes as he stood before him.
“John!” You gasped, getting up from your seat to amicably hug your colleague. “It’s been what, months? How are you? How’s the office?”
“It’s been good, although now the rest of us have big shoes to fill now that you’re gone.” John spoke happily, leaning to the side to greet your friends. “Hi ladies, how are you?”
A chorus of pleasantries broke out as John integrated himself into your group. He had just gotten off from work and was meeting up with Lemar for drinks as well. Monica ever so welcoming invited the two men to join in on your commemoration. Once Lemar showed up, the real fun started. John as promised bought the first round of drinks. All of you mingled without a care in the world, laughing as loud as you want
“This one here just landed a spot writing for Rogers.” Natasha praised, filling in John and Lemar on the reason for this occasion.
John’s eyes went wide.
“Wait, Rogers? The Rogers that made those boots or whatever that are selling out every second?”
“That would be the one.” You affirmed.
He laughed breathlessly, blinking with surprise.
“That’s uh,”
Tilting your head sideways, it was your turn to laugh.
“What?”
Awkwardly, your friends broke off into separate conversations, leaving you and John secluded at the table while they lounged at the bar.
“I just never took you for someone who was into that stuff, that’s all.” John murmured. “I mean, you write about important stuff, not all that…”
Your muscles went tense upon hearing his condescending tone. However, you shrugged it off with a smile.
“It’s just for the opportunities. If I can get a good one from him, practically every position I apply for will be mine.” You spoke, not understanding why you were justifying yourself to someone who you owed absolutely nothing to.
“Hey,” John said softly, his hand slowly taking yours into his. “I’m just looking out for you.”
Your jaw clenched then unclenched. Before you could respond, Natasha swooped in. Taking the hand that wasn’t in John’s grasp and dragging you to the bathroom. Without a second glance, you followed her.
“He’s still into you I see.” She pointed, fishing her ruby red lipstick from her purse and applying a fresh coat.
“I don’t understand why!” You groan frustratedly. “We aren’t even friends really. We hardly know anything about each other, the closest thing we’ve had to any kind of relationship were those articles we worked on together, and I haven’t seen him for months since I quit! It’s not like I’m giving him any sign that I’m interested either.”
“You’re just that girl.” Natasha chuckled. “You have it like that.”
“I don’t want it. Take it.” You whined, causing the redhead to cackle.
“Let’s round up the girls and get out of here before he decides he wants to propose to you. We have lots of shopping to do tomorrow.”
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haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved AU
OK THIS IS THE LAST BUZZFEED UNSOLVED RELATED HEADCANON SET I PROMISE
[edit: check out the link at the bottom of the post for more buzzfeed unsolved au content :)]
hinata and kageyama:
90% of the show is them yelling and nobody watches it with earphones on
both of them believe in ghosts but that doesn't mean they want to see one
hinata will literally go to the bathroom five times before going to the spooky house and kageyama gets mad at him for it but there is Fear in his eyes
producer: 'were you scared?'
kageyama: 'pfft, no'
cameraman: *points camera down to show that kageyama's legs are shaking*
they also bring a shit ton of food with them when they stay the night at a place and they'll deadass be eating while talking about the history of the place
‘this house *crunch crunch* was built in *crunch crunch* 1972'
the producers tell them to stop bringing snacks but fans of the show love it
sometimes they'll shoot a mini mukbang video
SPICY, BARBECUE POTATO FRIES | Mukbang at the Waverly Hills Asylum'
hinata: *looking up how to do a seance on wikihow* it says we gotta offer some food for the spirit
kageyama: *spills the doritos he was eating on the table
*after 20 minutes*
kageyama: fuck this
hinata: *starts eating the doritos*
producer: ...
the ghosts: ..................the, audacity
tsukishima and yamaguchi
pretty much a ryan and shane duo right here
yamaguchi: we'll be visiting this place as part of our ongoing investigation on the question, are ghosts real?
tsukishima: *shakes head*
yamaguchi just wants to see the look of fear in tsukishima’s eyes at least once
yamaguchi: *hears a random thump sound* fUCk tSuKkI a gHoSt!!!
tsukishima: *sees a chair being tossed across the room* huh, the wind is pretty strong today
he likes to stick his head into attics to scare yamaguchi
yamaguchi always carries a water gun full of holy water
yamaguchi: i have holy water with me and i'm not afraid to use it! but i'm also sorry you had to die such a horrible death i hope you find peace soon
tsukishima: *walks into a basement that is supposedly a portal to hell* fuckin’ take me already
so many 'yamaguchi being an angel and tsukishima being a demon for 10 mins' video compilations
daichi and sugawara
a very chaotic buzzfeed unsolved duo
suga, who is satan’s child himself, and daichi, who needs a raise
daichi: hello everyone! this is daichi,
sugawara: and suga
daichi: and you’re watching...
sugawara: jackass!!
daichi:...buzz...buzzfeed unsolved??
daichi started out being afraid of almost every place he had to walk into but after having to deal with the chaotic mess that is suga for an entire season, he no longer Feels Fear
this is because suga will deadass film a tiktok dance video no matter where he is
daichi: suga, someone was literally axe-murdered there
suga: *dancing along to ‘I’m a Savage’ or whatever that tiktok song is called*
daichi: *at cameraman* do you see what i have to deal with every day?’
suga is only genuinely scared by ghosts when his followers point out that a ghost was caught on camera in one of his tiktok videos
suga: *watching the video*
that was the end of suga’s tiktok career
tanaka and nishinoya:
another bunch of loud bois but they are much louder than kageyama and hinata
they’re very much into proving the existence of cryptids and are most known for that episode they spent hunting bigfoot by dressing up to look like bigfoot
tanaka: ‘you know that thing they do in cartoons where they stack on top of each other under a coat so they look like just one big guy?’
nishinoya: ‘ryuu i love you so fucking much’
other guy there who is also trying to catch bigfoot: oMg ItS bIgFooT *takes picture with the blurriest camera he could find*
both of them are very committed in their investigation of the supernatural and they’re very unconventional approaches
nishinoya: *lying on the ground in a creepy basement* EAT MY HEART DEMONS! WE’LL PUT THE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE!
tanaka: *takes out a spirit board* *spells out O-M-A-E W-A M-O S-H-I-N-D-E-I-R-U*
ghost: *spells out N-A-N-I*
tanaka and nishinoya: *screaming*
kuroo and kenma:
kuroo deadass flirts with any ghost or demon they encounter and kenma would sleep over in a haunted asylum for ten bucks
kuroo: *sidles up to the infamous annabelle doll* hey there little lady, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a locked, glass case with a ‘don’t touch’ sign like this?
kenma: kuroo, there’s a demon inside her
kuroo: well, i’m a bit of a demon myself
kenma: she attempted to choke a guy in his sleep
kuroo: oooh, choking. i can get behind that...
kenma: *looks at camera*
the demon in annabelle: d-daddy??
“kuroo flirting with demons and kenma looking at the camera for 5 minutes”
kuroo’s actually a huge fucking scaredy cat and kenma secretly tries to push him over the edge
kenma: *plays computer-generated screams of the damned on his phone*
kuroo: WHAT WAS THAT?
kenma: ...I didn’t hear anything *looks at the camera as if he was on the office and plays the sound again*
kuroo: i was too scared to close my eyes last night
kenma: i was actually able to catch a bunch of pokemon last night. who knew the winchester mansion is such a hotspot
producer: did you catch any evidence of ghosts?
kenma: ...i caught a gastly
bokuto and akaashi:
bokuto is a die-hard mothman fan and akaashi is emotionally involved in proving that ghosts exist he will stop at nothing
akaashi: all of the evidence on the shadow figures and orbs spotted in this place can only suggest one thing...
bokuto: mothman did it
akaashi: no
bokuto: yes
akaashi: mothman is literally five states away
bokuto: he has wings
during their individual investigations, akaashi has already foreseen how bokuto is going to react
producer: it’s been quiet for a while. do you think bokuto’s no longer scared?
akaashi: oh no. he should be screaming right about now...
bokuto, inside the haunted house: *screams and waves his flashlight around*
akaashi: and then he’s gonna call for help
bokuto: AKAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIII
*few hours later*
bokuto: i saw my life flash before my eyes in there
akaashi: *muttering incoherently near his ‘evidence wall’ full of blurry pictures and red string*
bokuto: i must’ve stared into the abyss at one point
akaashi: this place is fucking haunted. can i go back? it’s for sale right?
ushijima and tendou:
ushijima’s knowledge of ghosts is based on hollywood movies and tendou has exorcised places just by vibing
ushijima: *brings out a pottery wheel* if there are any ghosts in here, you know what to do
he’s actually never watched Ghost he just knows That One Scene
tendou: *naruto-running through the goatman bridge with a go-pro strapped to his head* IT’S MY BRIDGE GOATMAN, IT’S MY BRIDGE!!!
the Goatman Himself: i’ve never felt so fucking scared in my entire fucking life
ushijima believes that chanting in latin will Summon the Ghosts and tendou takes full advantage of that
tendou: *handing ushijima a slip of paper* here, apparently this will summon a full-bodied apparition
ushijima: thanks *begins chanting*
producer, interviewing tendou to the side: okay, what did you make him read this time?
tendou: i typed out ‘let me eat your ass’ in latin on google translate and went from there
cameraman: *zooms in on ushijima chanting*
the ghost haunting the castle: *is confused in French*
in the end neither of them get evidence on ghosts
ushijima: well, we'll have better luck next time
tendou: maybe even revisit this place ?
the ghosts: i know i'm dead but this is the first time i've been scared for my life
[EDIT: for more buzzfeed unsolved au content written by me, check out The Search for the Mysterious Mothman, a headcanon set feat. bokuaka]
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved AU#kagehina#tsukkiyama#daisuga#tananoya#kuroken#bokuaka#ushitendou#kageyama tobio#hinata shoyo#tsukishima kei#yamaguchi tadashi#sawamura daichi#sugawara koushi#tanaka ryuunosuke#nishinoya imagine#bokuto kotaro#akaashi keiji#kuroo tetsurou#kozume kenma#ushijima wak#tendo satori
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Kiro’s Rhythm Date Translation [CN]
Hey, y’all! A quick note before you begin reading, I do not know any Chinese at all so Google Translate is the real MVP here. I’ve just taken the time to write down what comes out and changed some words here and there to try and make it make more sense. So apologies for the amateur translation in advance lol. This is just mainly to get the gist of the date before it eventually releases on the ENG server. Hope you enjoy it!
*Spoilers ahead for future content!*
[First Part]
After typing the last word of the report, I hit the enter key hard with my hand and then let out a cry of joy from my heart.
MC: It’s finally done!!!!!
Kiro: You’re finally done!!!!
Almost at the same time, Kiro, who was sitting on the sofa, took off his headset and threw it aside, raising his hands and cheering along with me. The next moment, his twinkling eyes looked at me.
Kiro: MC, let’s go out on a date! I thought for sure that this weekend would be spent working, but it seems that God still cares for us!
He didn’t wait for me to answer, he had already taken a few steps and sat across from me, holding the back of the chair and looking at me expectantly.
Kiro: Let’s go to the cake place that just opened up recently, I want to try it.
He held up his fingers and began to count the deliciousness of his thoughts. I cleared my throat and interrupted his daydream mercilessly.
MC: That’s it! The sunny weather is so nice, shouldn’t we go out and exercise? Savin asked me to supervise you. Recently, you’ve been slacking on your exercise regime to write songs. So...
Kiro: ...I knew it.
He lowered his head and sighed heavily but the happy smile returned in the next second.
Kiro: Let’s just exercise. Life lies in exercise and to enjoy life is to exercise with Miss Chips!
He told me to wait in a tone of voice I had never heard before and got up to change his clothes. I also went to change into sportswear that I had left at his house when we exercised last time.
Putting on my shoes and standing in the hall, I picked up the baseball cap and put it on Kiro’s head. I helped him straighten his messed up bangs.
He led the way down the hallway, but his toes tapped the ground like a beat as if he couldn’t wait.
MC: Make sure you don’t get recognized when we’re out later.
Kiro: Don’t worry, I promise to complete the mission!
Kiro obediently agreed. Before leaving the house, he turned his head and waved at Apple Box lying on the sofa.
Kiro: The task of housekeeping is left to you. We are going out!
I don’t know if Apple Box understood initially. To my surprise, he seemed to understand and replied with a “Woof!”.
[Second Part]
The weather outside was just right. The breeze that is blowing is warm on my face, almost as if it’s driving away the fatigue caused by the long days of work.
I followed Kiro and jogged forward aimlessly. From time to time, he slowed down and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me, humming as if he had just written a song.
Kiro: MC, are you tired?
As soon as I met his gaze, he couldn’t wait to inquire again and the thoughts in his eyes couldn’t hide.
MC: Although I am a bit tired, I can hold on for a while!
Kiro: Ah, that’s it, but-
He suddenly stopped halfway through his words and a trace of worry flashed across his face. I looked and stopped teasing him for the time being.
MC: Actually, it’s not impossible to rest for an hour or two.
Hearing these words, his eyes lit up.
Kiro: Then let’s rest for “one or two hours”!
He grabbed my hand and walked happily in one direction. The warmth of his palm matched the warmth of his eyes.
MC: Where are we going?
As soon as I asked, after turning a corner, a familiar street appeared in front of us. Tall and lush trees stood, exquisite old-fashioned buildings scattered. There were bustling young men and women and the smell of honey and coffee permeated the air.
--Isn’t this the street that has been very popular recently?!
I immediately caught on to what he was doing. I was amused but also a little annoyed.
MC: Have you planned the route in advance?
Kiro nodded, showing a natural smile.
Kiro: SInce I’m coming with you, of course. I have to plan every step in advance! There is a shop here where you can pick the toppings to put on a chiffon cake. The most popular one is raspberry.
I don’t know whether it was affected by Kiro’s vivid appearance or by the sweet fragrance in the air, Savin’s image slowly came to mind.
MC: It sounds really delicious!
Kiro: Alright then, let’s go! I have already made a reservation!
In a few seconds, I put aside my worries and joined him among the crowds on the street, enjoying the break.
It was a perfect moment, but all of a sudden, an unexpected guest stopped in front of us.
[Third Part]
Reporter: Excuse me, both of you! We are randomly interviewing attractive couples! Can you answer a few questions? *The translation came out as “high-value” so I’m going to assume it means “attractive”.*
The moment I saw the camera, I was already in front of Kiro, looking at this fashionable, young man with vigilance.
MC: Sorry, we’re busy at the moment. You can interview other people.
Reporter: But other people don’t fit the original intention of our “Feast for the Eyes” program! Only a few minutes of your time!
Reporter: Huh? Why does this man look a bit like…?
I had a bad feeling and I stretched out my hand to hold Kiro’s cuff. The next moment, the reporter slapped his thighs one by one--
Reporter: Yep! It’s Kiro!
His voice isn’t loud but it still draws all the eyes around us.
MC: You’ve got the wrong person! Let me trouble you!
I resolutely denied his claim before everyone could react. I immediately pulled Kiro into the crowd and quickly slipped away.
Kiro: (pouting) Why do we always encounter such things when we go out on dates?
In addition to the loud voices behind me asking, “Where’s Kiro?”, there is also Kiro silently complaining.
[Cut to Kiro’s house]
After hurriedly “escaping” back home, my highly elevated heartbeat finally began to calm down.
MC: Safe at last…
Kiro: I didn’t eat anything this time but I burned a lot of calories.
MC: Probably because God is standing on Savin’s side, we can do nothing but accept it!
Kiro: But I don’t want to accept it…
Kiro plopped on the sofa and hugged Apple Box and looked up at me with a sad pair of eyes.
Kiro: Alas, why can’t he make this world just for the two of us! *I had to change some of the wording here. What came out originally was kinda wonky.*
I looked at my phone and found out that what happened just now did not arouse any attention. I felt secretly relieved. Kiro saw this and looked out the window and saw the sun. He sighed.
Kiro: It’s so rare when the weather is this nice. We finally had some time together… It’s a pity not to do anything.
MC: Then let’s do something we can do at home. Perhaps watching a movie?
Kiro: Movies… Are there any good movies recently?
Although he appeared to be uninterested, he still put his head down and browsed the newly released movies with me.
Before I had a chance to look, a furry head squeezed between the two of us and pushed Kiro aside.
Kiro: Apple Box, don’t make trouble… Wait, what are you biting?! Ahh! Let go of my game controller!
Kiro swooped forward and Apple Box dodged swiftly. In the hot pursuit of Kiro chasing Apple Box, he accidentally bumped into some things.
The screen that had just stopped at the movie interface suddenly switched and several dynamic virtual characters appeared. As if drawn to this, Apple Box blinked his beady eyes and looked straight at the TV screen.
Kiro quickly grabbed the other half of the game controller from Apple Box’s mouth and clicked it angrily. Little brains.*I don’t know what “little brains” is haha.*
Kiro: I finally caught you, bad guy!
Apple Box, whose “toy” was suddenly taken away, looked at Kiro innocently. He wiggled his ears aggrievedly. I was softened by his eyes and I reached out to rub his head.
MC: Apple Box, you must be a good boy and not be so rowdy.
Apple Box: Woof!
As if he understood, Apple Box shook his head obediently and his fluffy fur rubbed against the palm of my hand. He then turned around excitedly and wagged his tail at the TV screen.
Kiro and I looked at the dazzling picture on the screen at the same time. The characters on it also writhed in time.
Kiro: Miss Chips, let’s play a motion sensory game!
MC: Why don’t we play this? Sports and leisure combined are great!
Talking in unison, we both laughed out loud. After deciding what to do, Kiro and I sat down on the carpet in front of the TV, choosing a game that we could play for a while. He put his head on my shoulder, expressing his opinions from time to time.
Kiro: I think this game is good! It’s fun!
Kiro’s breathing on my neck was ticklish and I shrank my neck. I watched the screen being manipulated to jump up and down to escape. The character retreated into himself.
MC: This feels too difficult. Let’s look at the next one.
Kiro: It’s not that bad! I set a world record in only one attempt!
He raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke, his expression extremely proud. Although he knew that as KEY, he was skilled at all aspects in the game.
MC: Well, then this game is not challenging for you…!
As if I had seen myself in the game, I decisively switched to the next interface.
Kiro: Eh? I don’t seem to have played this game before…
I was overjoyed when I heard this and made a decision almost immediately.
MC: Then let’s play “Just Dance”!
This is a very popular music and dance game recently. Players can choose different dancer characters to play as. Players have to imitate the people on screen and dance in order to win.
Because this game is simple and easy to use and, and has many popular songs, it has been popular all over the world after it’s release.
MC: Now both of us are novices. This is equal ground!
I gave a controller to him, nodded and said in a serious tone. Kiro raised his chin slightly with a smirk.
Kiro: So, MC, do you want to challenge my status as KEY?
MC: I won’t give up easily!
After that, the game begins.
[Fourth Part]
If I could go back in time by just 10 minutes, I definitely would’ve said something different about the game being “equal grounds”.
MC: What! Jumping wrong again!
The movements the two of us were doing were obviously strange at first. But after a while, we became one with the dance.
MC: Why am I always slow!
Kiro: Don’t worry! Treat this as a novice level and then adapt slowly from there.
MC: Then this newbie level is too difficult for me…
I was bitter. I felt as though my hands and feet were rebelling against me.
Kiro: It’s not difficult as long as you master the basics. For example, this movement here. As long as your hand is raised to this position, you will be guaranteed to pass.
He gestured for me to do the movement that stumped me just now, and I followed suit.
MC: Like this?
Kiro: Almost.
He walked up to me, grabbed my wrist and raised my head, then tilted my head to the other side.
MC: Is this it?
I followed his instructions and turned into ten twisted poses. I found the smile on his face grew wider and wider and he couldn’t help but laugh.
Kiro: Puff hahaha, MC, you are so obedient!
MC: KIRO!
I became annoyed at once. I reached out to try and mess up his hair but he leaned back and dodged me smoothly.
Kiro: I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong!
MC: I won’t let you get away!
I kept tickling the sensitive skin on his waist. Kiro dodged from left to right and wrapped me in his arms. He is like a koala. He has me locked firmly in his arms, making it hard for me to move.
Kiro: Haha, so you won’t be able to tickle me!
There was a bit of pride in his laughter and his hot breath after exercising clung to my back, even in my chest. The rhythm of our heartbeats can’t be concealed. My heartbeat somehow increased.
MC: I, I won’t do what I did before again. Let go of me first, or how else can we continue playing the game?
Kiro: Well, alright.
He released his arms, looking reluctant, but turned his attention back to the game again.
Kiro: So this time we will warm up with the easier songs and then challenge each other with the more difficult ones!
I didn’t know what Kiro’s “simple difficulty” meant until the melody of a familiar foreign nursery rhyme played from the speakers. But soon I put the matter of nursery rhymes aside and danced awkwardly with the little dino on screen.
With the cute and cheerful melody, everything becomes more fun. Compared with the previous song, Kiro danced such an overly cute dance. It was a bit strange.
He stared at the screen earnestly, making movements while humming his own jumbled lyrics to the tune of the music.
Kiro: (singing) I’m a little dinosaur~ little dinosaur~
His blonde hair puffed up by the hairband also jumped along with his movements. A sweat bead from his forehead “ticked” off and fell onto his collarbone hidden by his collar.
MC: Obviously I am the little dinosaur!
The “perfect” floating above the screen made my previously annoyed mood become more excited. The magic of the game is to make people forget all their troubles. When I’m with Kiro, these simple dances turn into the simplest happiness.
After the song ended, I watched the rating jump up to four stars. I couldn’t help but hug Kiro and cheer.
MC: Ahh, it’s four stars! Only a little bit short away from getting full stars!!
Kiro: See, that wasn’t so hard for you, was it?
MC: Sure enough, it’s not difficult to master the trick you taught me!
I confidently picked the next song to “conquer” but suddenly saw a familiar name.
MC: Huh, there is this song?
It was a song from Kiro’s latest album. I quickly turned to look at him. However, Kiro frowned slightly while staring at his song, his expression a bit solemn.
Kiro: This song was licensed to them. But I feel that it’s a bit awkward to dance to my own songs in the game.
Seeing him acting unlike his usual self, I felt a sense of curiosity. Even though the “highly difficult” sign made me a little worried, I still pressed the confirm button decisively.
MC: Let’s dance to this song. I want to see if the original dancer can beat the game!
Meeting his gaze, Kiro hesitated for a second and quickly gave in.
Kiro: If you want to dance, MC, you can, but this dance is very difficult. Don’t force yourself to.
MC: Hmm!
Accompanied by the “START” character flashing, the intermingled sound of the electric guitar and keyboard sounded. Kiro held the controller and imitated the people on the screen, raising his hand to make a pose.
Boom--
The powerful drum beats go straight to the heart. Kiro’s face is very serious and every movement that he executes is in rhythm with the music and is full of power.
He stepped barefoot on the carpet, clearly wearing ordinary sportswear, but he seemed to be standing in the centre of the stage.
And in this small living room, me being the only audience, got to “exclusively” enjoy this performance. I don’t know if I should watch him wholeheartedly or if I should continue to clumsily dance with the animation.
While I was lost in thought, I accidentally tripped over my left foot with my right. Seeing that the hand that was swung out was about to hit Kiro, I withdrew it quickly.
I was hit with an elbow
MC: Ouch!
I squatted down, clutching the area I was hit, and buried my head between my knees.
Kiro: MC? What happened?!
He squatted down worriedly in front of me with his arms open. It looked like he wanted to hug me to comfort me but was worried that it would be bad so he stopped midway.
Kiro: What’s wrong? Is your leg cramping?
MC: Just now, I…
I shook my head, thinking of the silly thing I did just now. My ears and face were beet red. Before I had time to explain, Kiro put one hand behind my back and one hand under my knees and lifted me up.
MC: Wait! I can walk by myself!
He denied my protests and placed me gently on the sofa in a few large strides. He slowly lifted up one of my feet and carefully pressed the tight muscles of my calf with the pad of his finger.
Kiro: Does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts.
I forgot to respond. Seeing that I wasn’t saying anything, he slowed his movements down again and became more gentle. The sunset shining from the outside hit the top of his head forming a very gentle glow. It gave me the urge to rub it.
MC: Kiro, I’m fine. I didn’t hurt myself by forcing myself... I was just watching you…
The more I talked, the quieter I became. The temperature of my cheeks rose. After all, it would be too embarrassing to explain that I hit myself while dancing!
It was silent for a few seconds and Kiro finally laughed out loud.
Kiro: I didn’t expect my Miss Chips to be so honest. Now, just look at me.
Kiro raised his hand in a squatting position, and I found myself looking into his gentle blue eyes. When the music hit it’s climax, the drum beat gradually grew faster and got closely intertwined into an airtight net as if the soul is enveloped in it. *Wording was a little weird here. I think it’s supposed to be a heartbeat but the kanji for heart (心) isn’t in the original text.*
Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
Like my heartbeat right now, it's so strong that it’s about to beat out of my chest. Kiro seemed to see right through me and stood up. He supported the back of the sofa with one hand and held my wrist with the other to prevent me from escaping. When his nose came up to meet mine, he rubbed it.
Kiro: MC, I’m curious…
Looking at my bewildered and embarrassed face, he suddenly gave a sly smile.
Kiro: Is the rhythm of your heartbeat the same as mine right now?
His eyes were full of warmth and gentleness. His words were like a poet writing lyrics, a sorcerer chanting a bewitching spell.
Kiro: It is the same as mine. Everytime it beats. It only beats for you.
The breath that belonged to him slowly approached, the music continued playing in the background, and the game on screen kept showing “miss”.
The rhythm of our heartbeats has already been in sync with the beat and sweat. *This last part here was a little wonky with the wording*.
[END]
(Here is the link to his "Strawberry Invitation" call after the date!)
#mlqc kiro#mr love kiro#mr love#mr love game#mr love queen's choice#date translation#i wanna dance with him#i want him to dance for me#and shake dat ass
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Chapter 4 – A new day
Synopsys: The name of the series is super random, don't mind me. Reader is a postgraduate student at NYU, made a docuseries on her research, and the show got picked up by Netflix. She goes on a press tour and meets Tom on a ‘chat show’. They get together and she decides to stay for a few days in London with him. This could be an amazing few days or more? It’s been interesting writing how they’ll deal with distance and tight schedules once ‘honeymoon’ is over...
Heads up: my first language is Portuguese, so that might explain some things here - of course, I wrote thinking about myself hahaha
Warnings for the series: mention of illicit drugs, angst caused by distance, smut (next chapters, very explicit), anxiety caused by paparazzi, and rude random people taking photos.
Other than that, this is just my guilty pleasure writing so lots of caring sweet Tom and fluffiness.
Chapter 1 - A new city
Chapter 2 - Show time
Chapter 3 - Unexpected texts
Chapter 4 - A new day
This is 1.8k words (approximately)
A while after overthinking it you closed your eyes and next thing you knew you were opening them at the sound of your alarm clock. Shit. ‘Should’ve sleept more’ was your first thought but then you remembered why you didn’t. You checked your phone. There was one text from “Tom Holland”, you just loved the quotation markes there, they reminded you of the mess it was your first interaction.
Did he really just Google-translated ‘beautiful’? And are you really swooning over that?
You got up from bed smiling like an idiot and went to get ready for the day. You were getting breakfast with David at the hotel so you had to hurry cause the Breakfast show begins at 7. It was supposed to be a bright sunny (and hot) summer day, which you knew was rare in London. But it was still a work commitment, so you decided on pants and maybe you could change before going to wherever you were going with Tom. Tom! Should you reply to him?
Ok. Play it cool. Now, focus on why you’re here in the first place, will you? You wore capri pants, a t-shirt tucked in with a belt and some stylish shoes. It looked cool, you were comfortable and that’s the best we can expect in a situation like this. No one’s expecting you to show up ready for a red carpet or anything like that anyway. You texted David and he was already downstairs getting some food, so you just went to meet him.
“Good morning” You greeted David at the buffet.
“Someone’s in a good mood. Good morning” He was in a good mood too, probably cause you’ll be going home today. Your good mood had nothing to do with that. If you’re honest, that was a reason for ruining your spirit.
“Uh-hum” You agreed.
“So, I was looking and I think I can change our tickets. You know, for earlier.” He told you as you were sitting in a table at the corner and you couldn’t help but look at him like he was saying something absurd. “Ok, you don’t look so happy about it.”
“No, I was just hoping to see the city today. You know, enjoy it a little bit before going back.” As you said that your phone lit up on the table, it was a text from Tom.
“The city. Right” David smirked at you.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You laughed at him and smiled when you saw the texts.
“Is that ok?” You heard David talking.
“Hum? Sorry?” You were smiling.
“Gosh I can’t with you. I said I might just change my own ticket, would that be ok with you?”
“Oh yeah! Go ahead. I’ll be fine. I have all my flight info.” He looked at you suspiciously.
“Just…please be in New York next week? The meeting is on Friday afternoon”
“What?” You laughed. “Of course I’ll be there. Why wouldn’t I?” He just shook his head and laughed at you.
You finished your breakfast and went back to the room to brush your teeth and get your stuff. 15 minutes later, you were in a cab with David going to the Radio One studios. On the way, you snapped a pic to send him, you know, keep the conversation going.
You rolled your eyes at him but still couldn’t help but agree.
The breakfast show was from 7 to 10 am, but your interview was not until 8 am. So you and David just hang out in the studio in the meantime. “The first hour is mainly for music”, the girl that welcomed you guys explained. Soon after, Greg James walked out to the little reception and greeted you and David. “Hey guys! Thank you for coming! I’m Greg, nice to meet you.” He offered.
“Hi! Thank you for having us! I’m (y/n), this is David.” You replied and gave him a quick hug.
“Hey! How’s it going?” David said and gave him a man’s hug/handshake. Boys.
“So this is basically standard, since it’s a live interview, I like to ask if there’s any topic you want to avoid or something you’d like to talk specially about?” He asked you.
“Oh…I don’t know. No? Just…let’s talk about how great the show is so people want to watch it and we can keep making more” You laughed.
“And it IS great! I’ve seen it, really loved. Congrats!”
“That’s kind of you. Thank you!”
“No problem, so…I guess I’ll just direct it towards the interviews you did, you can tell me some funny stories? Awkward ones preferably.”
“You got it! I’ll give you my worst embarrassment stories, you know, for the good of entertainment” You laughed.
--
A little while later you were sitting in the studio with Greg on the other side of the table. You told him about the show and some embarrassing stories as well.
“So, what are the plans now? Will we be seeing more seasons of the show? Maybe in other cities, London perhaps?”
“Well, I can’t say”
“Oh come on! Is Netflix the next Marvel on terms of keeping secrets?”
“No, I mean, I don’t know. I literally can’t say because I don’t know what the future looks like for us. It’s been so great to go out and talk about the show, and see how much people liked it but I’m kind of just enjoying while I can.”
“No! Don’t say that! They won’t let you get away like that!”
“I hope not! If they want us, I’m all in! I’d love to make 10 more seasons and in other cities, even! Can you imagine?"
“Now that’s more like it! Let’s make a deal, if Netflix don’t renew with you, BBC will take it!”
“Ok! Sure! Are you in charge of it?”
“No really, but that’s just a technicality” He laughed. “Alright, so we’ll play some music and when we come back we’re going to hear some unpopular opinions! Are you ready for it Ana?”
“Sure, yeah! I love the theme song, let’s do it!”
“Do you really? You listen to the show?”
“Yes! I really do, I’m a fan since when I was learning English! I genuinely love Radio 1”
“No way! Just for that, I’ll let you choose the next song"
--
When the song died over it was time for the game.
“Hey! If you need a job, you can just come work here with us as international music sommelier, what you think about it?”
“Oh don’t even joke. That’s my dream job, honestly!”
“It’s settled them” The interview was going really well, and it was almost ending. “Alright, so our time is almost over. Shall we hear some unpopular opinions and send you all to the weekend with a pinch of wrath?”
“Yes please! Let’s hear them” The theme song started to play and you sang along. “Come and give us your unpopular opinion, something up to know you’ve been scared to say”
“That was great! And in the first try! You really are a listener!”
“Told you!”
“Ok so, first on the line we have Maya. Hello Maya? What’s your unpopular opinion?”
“Calling people bestie is cringe” The girl on the line said.
“Uh agreed” You said.
“You agree with her?” Greg asked you.
“Yeah. If it’s not ironically, it’s very cringe. Like calling your husband hubby”
“To be fair, most pet names are cringe” Greg offered.
“True, very true. Hey, love is cheesy. Nothing wrong with that. People in love are just not cool, have you ever met a couple that was genuinely cool?”
“No, I have not. Well, I mean…the Beckhams are cool.”
“Uh good one. I stand corrected. But can you imagine Victoria calling Dave ‘hubby’ or the other spice girls ‘bestie’?”
“Definitely not.” You guys laughed together, you were just being silly. “Good one Maya! Alright, next call is Kyle. Hello Kyle?”
“Hi! Flat watered down soda tastes good.”
“What?” You yelped. “Are you ok, Kyle?”
“And that’s why we call this segment ‘unpopular opinions’” Greg laughed. “Do you want to defend yourself there Kyle?”
“Not really, I just prefer it like that.” Kyle said and you and Greg laughed.
“You know what Kyle? You keep doing you. You might want to try some juice or iced tea, though. But you do you man.” You joked and Greg cracked up.
“That was great, I love it!” Greg said. “That will be all for today, don’t forget to check (y/n)'s new show this weekend and spam Netflix about how much we need more seasons!! And bring (y/n) to London Netflix!”
“Oh my god I loved it! Thank you so much for having me, I had the best time!” You thanked him. Music started to play and you took off your headphones. “Thank you, really. I was great!” You said directly to Greg.
“Oh don’t thank me! I really hope we’ll see you more! Come back always to promote the next seasons and projects!” He offered.
You got out of the studio and greeted David. “That was so much fun!” You told him.
“You’re killing it there ! Mission accomplished, finally! Are you coming back to the hotel or are you meeting with ‘the city’ from here?” He asked you using air quotes for ‘the city’ and smirking.
“I’m coming back to the hotel, thank you very much.” You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was just teasing you.
Chapter 5 it's fluffly london date and it was so much fun writing it, can't wait for you to read!
#tom holland#tom holland fic#tom holland x reader#tom holland one shot#tom holland series#tom holland social media au#tom holland fanfiction
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Season 1, Episode 3: Ironhide Enters the Scene
English translation
So we pick up where we left off, with Mary telling three bullies to stop tearing apart a metal robot toy after Loli told her that all toys are alive, and the toy would die if his head came off. This is actually more grim than Toy Story, where losing a head was just cosmetic damage.
Speaking of Toy Story, this reminds me of an interview I read where the guys scripting it said they had to tone down Sid because his original version was so sadistic that it seemed like he knew the toys were alive and felt pain, which didn’t make sense. Yeloli falls right into this trap, with these three kids coming across as psychos instead of kids being rough on a toy while playing pretend. They tear off the robot’s arm and are about to remove his head when Mary grabs the toy away.
Mary tells them to stop mistreating the robot. They shout that the toy is theirs because they fished it out of the trash and they try to grab it back.
During all this, Loli has floated up to roof level, unnoticed, and we are hitting ALL the Toy Story beats because she decides these three kids need to be taught a lesson.
So she TURNS THEM INTO TOYS.
And then when Mary’s like, “Uh, teach them a lesson but don’t hurt them, okay?”, Loli is like, “Check it out, I can also shrink them! :D” I’m really enjoying Loli.
Mary puppets the robot toy and uses it to make the boys promise to treat their toys nicely (”If you dare mess with me again, I'll finish you off!”) then has Loli return them to normal size / human form. Mary tries to give them the robot back but they run off screaming.
Worth noting: all the run cycles are very weird and funny. Like they’re way too slow.
Anyway, Mary asks Loli if she can use her fairy magic to grow back the robot’s arm. Loli asks why she wants to, which Mary says she feels bad for the robot since it was abandoned and tormented.
Loli proudly says Mary is a great girl and acquiesces, growing the robot’s arm back and giving it sentience. For some reason.
The robot introduces himself as Ironhide or Ironside, Google Translate was unsure, and he thanks Mary and Loli by . . . dancing! In a very weird sequence that goes on for a full minute, with a black background as though he’s in a music video or something???
I get the sense that someone was very proud of this animated sequence, which is nice but also why.
The robot tells its tale, which is basically what we’ve already learned / inferred--the kid who got him got bored with him and threw him out, then the bully kids found him with the trash, etc. Mary offers him a home with her and Loli, which Ironhide happily accepts.
But as the trio walk home, the mysterious cloaked woman appears, perching on the playground equipment and watching as they leave.
Imagine being in one of those apartments and you look down and see this.
This might seem like the natural end of the episode but NO, it jut keeps going!
The next day Mary runs into a classmate, literally, in her hurry to get to school. She knocks over the other girl, whose name is Shelly. I think Shelly is meant to be from a wealthy family, because a driver who calls her “Miss Shelly” is dropping her off instead of of her mom or dad.
At the very least, she is more self-possessed and less anxious than Mary, who apologizes profusely.
The two girls continue on to class--unaware that Mary’s math notebook has fallen out of her backpack.
As class president kid (Sean) collects the math assignment, Mary realizes her notebook is missing and freaks out. The show does a really good job of capturing that feeling of panic! I really felt for Mary.
To make matters worse, the class Mean Girl loftily says that Mary is a liar who didn’t do the assignment. Mary says she DID do it, nearly in tears, and Mean Girl says she’s too stupid to complete it. (Ironically, Mean Girl didn’t do her own assignment, instead using her popularity to pressure a different kid into doing it for her.)
She’s like a debonaire version of Gary Oak and I love to hate her. I hope we see more of her.
Then the teacher comes in and Sean (class president kid) gives him the assignments, mentioning that Mary is still looking for hers. Sean but he doesn’t seem malicious, just super serious. Like Joe from Digimon but without the anxiety.
The teacher, however, IS malicious and angrily demands that Mary come to the front of the class. But his character model still has big doe eyes which kind of ruins the effect . . .
And that’s our cliffhanger! Dun dun DUN!
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It’s time to forget Yuzuru Hanyu
(written on 27th Feb)
I think my obsession with Yuzu is not healthy. I need to do something to stop obsessing over Yuzu and get back to my normal life. I thought I should write down what I am feeling to see if it helps me let go of him. And where better to leave these thoughts than in the care of people who feel the same way?(If you are a translator, feel free to sub this for non-English speaking Yuzu fans )
I am a 50 year old Australian woman and as a long time fan of the art of figure skating I was usually only interested in watching the women. The last time I watched was during the era of Tonya Harding, Tara Lipinsky and Sureya Bonnely. I was a fan of Kurt Browning back then as my only favourite male skater.
15 days ago I saw a random you tube video of Parisienne Walkway and was immediately struck by the power, grace, beauty and effort of Yuzuru. I had never seen anyone like him and I thought that his performance was the best skate I had ever seen. Little did I know....In the last 15 days I have felt the need to see more of what he does and so have spent every free hour of my life watching Yuzu's performances, sometimes over and over as in the case of Seimei, P walkways and Masquerade.
I am obsessed with Yuzu and I deeply regret that I was not along for the ride of the last 10 years. I google for the latest Yuzu news everyday and when I find something written in the last week it is like finding a gold nugget! I have read many of the blogs about Yuzu (thank you blog writers), read the news articles, watched interviews and never have I felt the lack of a second language more keenly. A massive thanks to everybody who English subs Yuzu content.
I think about him when i should be working. I stay up late watching videos and am so tired in the morning. I am trying to find places I can buy Yuzu merchandise but alas, there are no places here to do so. I look at my phone lock screen (Seimei) a hundred times a day just to remember that this man exists. Yuzu has taken over my life.
What is it about Yuzu's skating that makes me want to watch again and again and again?The crosswalk in Seimei. Oh mi god. Such attitude. I have never seen attitude like this on the rink before. A challenge to all watching: "Do not mess with me!"I have watched the videos about the making of Seimei and am enamoured of how much work went into this program, right down to Yuzu recording his own breath to help with the timing of his opening movement. The full program is breathtaking. I love every single moment of every single aspect. After having watched the making of Seimei video i understand so much more about what I see on the ice - the spells he is casting as the character and how that translates into artistry. The speed. The effort. The more videos I watch about Yuzu the more times I watch Seimei. For example, Yuzu says in one interview that at Pyeongchang he was supposed to stay in character but was so happy at the last part of the program that he could not help smiling and feeling so happy and we saw that. Such an uplifting moment that makes me laugh every time. I think i have watched all available performances of Seimei that the music runs through my mind in my sleep. I have downloaded it on my phone and listen to it on the bus.
Yuzu's costumes: oh. mi. god. They are beautiful works of art. Such beauty of colour, decoration, design and form. I feel things when I see the costumes. I covet the heaven and earth jacket. I want one of my own to wear. The way they fit Yuzu perfectly, showing off the his perfect form in all its beauty and strength. The way they create the mood for the performance makes many other skater's costumes pale in comparison. The detail that the costume designer includes and the fact that Yuzu himself participates and tells her what he wants makes it all the more special. I watch the performances time and again just to look at the costume details.
Yuzu's sexuality on the ice is something I am in two minds about. My own son is 22 so not that much younger than Yuzu so I feel uncomfortable thinking of Yuzu that way. But I cannot help it when I watch PW or Let's go crazy or Let me entertain you. There is something so attractive about the way Yuzu's movements invite the audience to partake in a little bit of sauciness. This is in direct opposition to the fun and innocence of everyday Yuzu that I see backstage or during downtimes. It feels like a total contrast and perhaps it is for that exact reason why those movements are attractive.
Yuzuvier: I have friends but none of my friendships are like that. I wish I could experience the relationship between the two of them. I am so glad they had each other and it makes me feel happy when I see the videos of them together...and sad to see where Javi told Yuzu that it was their last time competing together. I really hope they stay in touch and catch up when they can.
Yuzu's University study: Wow, what a legacy to leave to the sport. Using his own skills and experience to explore ways to become more proficient and keep climbing those hills. I truly hope that his study has led him to a way to perfect the 4A and I am holding hope in my heart that he is the first one to do it. I also hope that the thesis will allow the sporting world to progress.
Sportsmanship: Wow Yuzu. Just WOW. A beautiful person who shares joy, encourages others, provides support and is never a complainer. This is what all sporting people should aspire to be. The depth of integrity that this man has shines out of every pore of his being.
Yuzu's work philosophy and dedication is just exhilarating. Always wanting to be better, climb that hill, be number one, try and try and try. Learn from mistakes, learn and learn and learn. I find myself going about my day now and asking myself "WWYHD" in this situation? (What Would Yuzuru Hanyu Do). I am thinking that if i can take one thing from Yuzu everyday it would make interactions with my fellow humans more enjoyable and pleasant. I truly admire Yuzu so much that I hope I can continue learning from Yuzu even when he is not skating anymore.
Yuzu's philosophy of supporting all people including his own is admirable. Truly a remarkable attitude and philosophy to have in one so young. When I see this it makes me want to do something to help my fellow man. Yuzu is a shining example for all of us on what life is really all about. The Japanese culture permeates everything this man does. Yuzu is so respectful as many Japanese people are and I admire this culture immensely for the grace, dignity and respect that abounds there. Such a contrast to what I see everyday and it makes me feel like I want to live there myself.
I have never seen this man in real life. I really cannot say I know anything about him. I have not spoken to Yuzu or anyone who has met him so anything I know is second, third and fourth hand. But even though I feel like I know everything there is to know about him now, I know that what I have seen over the last 15 days does not mean I know him at all. But I wish I did. He seems like a pretty good bloke.
I wish...no, I hope that I get the chance to see Yuzu perform live. He has just made it onto no. 1 spot on my bucket list. If I can see him live after Covid I will be yelling, cheering, screaming at the top of my lungs. And I will be crying because I have seen perfection. The Greatest Of All Time.
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hisoka and illumi’s engagement in the manga- an explanation!
so we’ve all seen the “it’s a mistranslation” explanation for hisoka and illumi’s engagement in chapter 377. but it’s not actually a mistranslation, and here’s why.
here’s the japanese scan of the panel:
and here’s the english translation:
the text we’re going to be focusing on is this one:
the kanji for that says 婚前契約 (which means prenuptial agreement), and the katakana* next to the kanji says エンゲージメントリング (which literally says “engagement ring”)
*the katakana is there for pronunciation help! so it would have the meaning of prenup, and be pronounced as engagement ring.
here’s what google translate says about the prenup kanji:
and here’s what GT says about the engagement ring katakana:
so, what exactly is a prenuptial agreement?
a prenuptial agreement (or prenup for short) is a legal document that is typically used for married couples to divide up their assets in the case of their marriage failing, or in this case, one of them dying. (sources: here and here)
the addition of the “engagement ring” katakana next to the kanji adds legitimacy this.
going off of togashi’s writing:
togashi wouldn’t put something in there that he doesn’t mean, and the prenup kanji along with the engagement ring pronunciation shows that the idea of their marriage was intentional. there’s also probably a reason that togashi has illumi stating the fact- he’s very blunt, and wouldn’t play around with words just for the fun of it, unlike hisoka.
togashi also has stated that he wanted to write gay manga- he’s said that in a couple interviews that i believe are on youtube (once i find them, i’ll link them in this post!!). there is a lot of gay subtext in the hxh series (ex. killua handing gon the rainbow diamond for proposals), so it’s quite believable that togashi meant for hisoka and illumi to be married.
hisoka and illumi have pretty messed up ideas about love, affection, and friendship. they’re most likely not going to have a wedding, complete with vows and an audience, but they’re still bound by marriage, even if it’s less romance-based and more murder-based.
anyway, that’s my two cents on the whole hisoka/illumi marriage situation. sorry if it’s hard to read or anything, i wrote this at around 2am and did not edit it.
tl;dr it’s not a mistranslation bc the official japanese scans show the kanji for prenuptial agreement, and put the katakana for engagement ring right next to it. also bc togashi’s writing has lotsa gay subtext.
@xiu21chen99 here you go!!! i hope it’s ok!!
#oof this is long#hisoka and illumis engagement#hisoka#illumi#hunter x hunter#hxh#idk if i should tag this as meta or not
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