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moonflms · 3 years

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➷｡˚wishes —nct/superm mark lee

requested by anon! note, use of media (twice only dw)

next request: jaehyun

PROLOGUE ༄ — mark takes you out on a friendly date to watch the total lunar eclipse by the park! but oh how we wished the date was real.

PAIRING ༄ - non-idol! mark x fem! reader

GENREs ༄ - fluff, semi-onesided love, stars, eclipse, moongazing, under the night sky, semi-socmed, ed sheeran

W. COUNT ༄ - around 1.5k+

NETWORKS༄ - @multifandomnet

TAGS ༄ - @cupfullofjeno (maddie imy :( ) @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3 (if you wanna be tagged in my stories then feel free to reach out to me ! <3)

➷｡min's letter ༄ - i honestly feel like this one sucked bc i honestly didn't know how to write a cute prompt anon sent kdfhjkdf

do not repost. copyright belongs to @moonflms 2021. reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! originally posted on my wattpad (@johnsparrot) . enjoy reading!

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"i get it that you're into astronomy and the likes but mark, it's past six." you reasoned out from the front seat as you talk to your best friend who was by the trunk arranging whatever he packed. "first, i'm not that deep into the study unlike professionals and astrophiles but you already agreed so shut up!" mark looks at you from the back as he smiles at you who was slightly annoyed.

"a pillow or moomin?" mark walked to your side, barricading you to your seat as he slightly leans towards you, a hand on the door keeping the car wide open as the other rested near the headrest. "moomin please" you pushed mark slightly away as you watched him dash into the house for the soft plushie. you chuckled at how he treats you like a kid— what he always does when you're having those rough weeks. you watched him lock the house and come back with the white plush in hand.

he gets settled in the driver's seat as he starts buckles up, royally handing the toy over to you "one moomin m'lady" he slightly bows down while handing it over, another episode of him being goofy. you played along and smiled before mark fully started the drive towards the park.

the drive was not silent as mark kept the atmosphere busy with a few of ed sheeran's songs playing through his stereo. with the songs playing mark felt vague; he felt butterflies yet he felt his chest gradually getting heavier. photograph, thinking out loud and eventually to happier. playing those songs he realized, no, he knew very well that they had something in common.

that they all reminded him of you.

his gallery and even actual photographs always had you beside him, complete attendance from his adorable childhood to his questionable high school era. thinking out loud because he sees you much more as his confidant, his best friend. all the 'i love you's he showered you with from time to time meant much more than how you saught it as. he feels at peace by seeing you smile and his heart never fails to flutter when he feels your head cozied up by his chest.

and to happier as he knows that you were least likely to become his. he hesitated to confess despite all his others friends convinced you felt the same way. he wouldn't want to go through the pain of rejection and turn the years of friendship all awkward of a sudden.

it has been going on for a great while and the only thing mark could do was to show signs without making it obvious, like how he queued the songs in that order.

you had a rough week and it only seems to get rougher. what hurt you hurt mark as well, so he always goes berserk just to make you lighten up from your burdening feelings.

you and mark always had a bucket list of stuff you both wanted to do. and mark felt it was a perfect time to cross one out; a date under the night sky.

a friendly date despite how mark wanted it to be an actual one.

mark felt lucky knowing that same night had a lunar eclipse (and surprisingly a super moon) was supposed to show and he just had to seize the opportunity. he made sure to bring binoculars, comfy blankets to rest on and of course, the requested moomin plush renjun gifted him for christmas.

the park was nearby and mark felt giddy. focused on humming and driving mark overheard a few shutters and felt the gut feeling of a camera pointing at him. "i better look hot in those" he joked as he glanced at you through the mirror. "i was taking pictures of the cherry blossom, dumbass" you chuckled as you proceeded to snap a few pictures of mark. you then moved over to your instagram to spam about the sudden trip. "one last, look" you scooted closer to mark's side to take a pic with him, just before the traffic light switched to green. both of you looking sweet, you smiled to yourself.

you were finally settling down on the blanket sprawled over the grass, the view of the waters from the distance and the moon above continuing its eclipse. mark who was sitting up, set aside the binoculars, and laid beside you. he turned to his side as he watched you. "so, a check on the bucket list?" mark smiled hoping you'd say yes.

"well, my best friend is much better than other than an invisible boyfriend." mark smiled through the stinging pain. 'yeah, best friend' he thought to himself.

"don't you get tired of being by my side?" you looked up to the sky, feeling a bit doubtful.

"and why would you think so?"

"it's more or less two decades of us constantly by each other's side. and the things you'd do just to get me out of my—"

"y/n, if you're hurt, i get hurt too. i'm always here for you, no matter how stupid and annoying you could be at times. if i went through my whole life with you by my side, why would i suddenly stray away?" mark softly patted your cheek, drying off the few tears that rolled down. you came closer to mark and hugged him, nuzzling by his chest and scent. "and you know how much i love you right?" you nodded as you continued to nest under him.

mark would've been jumping in joy. but tracing back a few words, there he reminded himself of the word 'best friend'.

mark hugged you back as he secretly logged into his instagram as well, he distracted himself by viewing a few of the stories. your story came in after a few taps and there showed a picture of him driving, captioned with a black heart. "sure, keep on hoping minhyung." he thought to himself once again.

he finally decided to create his own with the picture he secretly took of you earlier. he thought of the caption for a while until he ended up with "wished you we're mine." he posts storied like these on the daily, he just made sure to set it into the close friends setting to avoid you from seeing it. he quickly tapped the post option as he felt you move and sat up.

"look! it's red!" you pointed at the moon, smiling as you were amazed by the phenomenon. you pulled mark up from his position and continued to look at the dark sky. it indeed was beautiful. mark inserted his phone back into his pocket as he cupped your shoulder, watching you admire the heavenly bodies above.

feeling done, you glanced at mark who was still looking up. you watched your best friend enjoy his own time as you felt a small vibrate off your phone. you quickly checked the notification as it came from... mark?

" [y/nmais_vu] : @onyourm__mark posted a new story ! "

checking it, you wondered when mark was able to snap a quick photo of you, but you wondered more about the caption. you felt your heartbeats go rapid and your stomach starts to churn. "y/n?" mark called as you quickly locked your phone. "you alright?"

"yeah... nothing much, just story notifs." you smiled and sat closer to mark. he hums as he proceeds to wrap his free arm around your shoulders, continuing to watch over the distance. "did you make a wish?" you asked mark who was finally looking back at you with an unsure expression. "we're supposed to wish! go on, " you nudged mark as he spaced out for a moment, staring at a star. "starlight, star bright, the first star i see tonight!" you both burst into laughs "what are we? pre-school?" mark smiled as he continued to stay silent.

"you made me wish on a star now tell me what you asked for," mark turns facing you. you stayed silent for a while as you looked up to the ending eclipse above. "i actually had two wishes" you pulled out a few blades of grass, avoiding his eyes. "first, was for your wish to come true," you fully faced mark as you took the plush into your hands, fiddling with it.

"second, ... i also wished for you to be mine" you smiled at mark whose face was indecipherable. "wait, what?" you noticed how his cheeks were lightly brushed with blush. "it was your notif, mark."

right there, mark realized that he failed to upload the story to the selected option. "i... well, you did suddenly moved and made me panic." mark chuckled as he continues to study your eyes that were glistening under the soft lights of the surroundings. "your turn. what did you wish for?"

mark came closer to you as he tucks some hair behind your ear, "it just came true." he whispered as he quickly diverted his vision towards the tree nearby. you softly held mark's chin as you got him to face you, your body suddenly heating up inside the white crewneck sweatshirt you were wearing. you both felt euphoric as the sudden confession still felt unreal. you both felt rewarded after keeping in the hopes and feelings for one another.

unconsciously, you both started to close in while the background started to seem blurry, and the only things that were clear to your visions were each other. "can i?" granting him permission mark closed the gap in between both of you, feeling his own soft set above yours. you returned the favor as you cautiously mimicked what mark did, creating a slow rhythm for the both of you.

lasting a good few seconds, you both broke away with heated cheeks and pleased hearts. mark pulled you closer as he now has you in between in him, hugging you from behind. he laid you back into his chest and placed one more kiss, smiling afterward. you locked your phone once again after posting another story. (check below) you both were glad that the wishes of becoming each other's pair were finally granted. mark continued to sway you in his arm, looking up at the succeeding eclipse. "hey y/n,"

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

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(for those who doesn't know it actually means 'i love you' !)

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princessofmissouri · 3 years

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hi everybody i had a good day. it was 64 in chicago today and i walked to my bfs and we made breakfast, then went to get my new bike which is perfect. then my bday gift from my roommate came in and it’s a moomin coin purse w little my on it<3 and then i had a studio visit with a gallery that just got nada certified with talks of a show in the spring!!!!

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tevallen · 3 years

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do you post your art on twitter by any chance? i have some moomin fans as friends over there hehe and they dont quite know how to navigate tumblr lmaoo

I do have a twitter account, but no. I only post on tumblr for reasons; 1. I post directly from my ipad’s gallery which keeps the drawing at its best quality(not VERY good, but good enough). For some reason, the quality goes bad if I transfer it to other devices(unless I’m not doing this right). 2. It’s too much of a hassle. Managing and posting on multiple social media platforms is not something I want right now. 3. My ipad is so old that I’m not sure how long I can keep this up. It just doesn’t function as well as it used to, I’m waiting for it to die any day now. I’m not even sure if I can download the twitter app and have it function well. It’s already a struggle posting on the tumblr app tbh.

#no kidding my ipad is nearly 10 years old #not even sure how it is still functioning #anon #ask

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brainyraccoons · 4 years

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Top surgery journal (long post)

12th Jan: went to bed at 10pm, prepped an overnight bag and other stuff for the hospital

13th Jan: breakfast at 6:45am bc no food 6hrs before surgery. 13:10 SURGERY. early at the hospital, was checked by the nurses, saw my surgeon, zond out four breaths after getting anesthesia. got super nauseated after being woken up, threw up 3 times between getting to my room at around 6pm and sleep past 11pm. second anti-nausea drug kicked in around 11pm, it worked, hallelujah. other than that, had two doses of paracetamol, one straight after surgery, 2nd past 10pm. kept asking @palempath to give me water by saying “I can have a little water,” and her replying, “as a treat”. my baby sis is the sweetest <3 slept for like 5 hrs, not a fan of sleeping seated.

14th Jan: woken up at 6:40am, given paracetamol and breakfast, saw the nurse, saw my surgeon, everything feels fine. caught an uber home at 10am, my mom and sis came to pick me up. watched Witcher with fam, kept getting up to walk every hour or so to prevent blood clots. taking paracetamol during the day every 4hrs, took codeine for the night.

15th Jan: went out for a walk to a nearby cemetery with fam, feeling pretty ok. still on regular paracetamol throughout the day, only ibuprofen for the night though.

16th Jan: went out to get groceries with fam, doing ok. not being able to wash my hair getting irritating. paracetamol regular, one ibuprofen for the night.

17th Jan: asked mom to wash my hair for me, feeling so much more human! went to the Horniman Museum with fam, completely fine during the 30min bus journey + walking for 2 hrs. down to only paracetamol. finally saw Crimson Peak. it wasn’t as good as I hoped xD

18th Jan: went to Greenwich, walked through the park and visited Queen’s House, walked through the Greenwich tunnel under the Thames to get to Docklands, walked all the way to the Mudchute City Farm, saw sheep, my sis loves sheep and they were the main reason we went xD cutting down on paracetamol.

19th Jan: went to the Crystal Palace Park, stopped taking paracetamol. the 40min bus ride was a bit hard, felt slight chest pain, it stopped as soon as we got off the bus tho. walked for about 3hrs, felt fine. only paracetamol for the night.

20th Jan: dressings appointment, first look at my chest. got a bit lightheaded, but feeling ok. chest looking better and less bruised than expected. instructed to change nipple graft dressings every day, tape over the incisions every 2-3 days, got a second compression garment so I’ll be able to wash it every now and then. since my hospital is north from Oxford Street, we went to Lush with my sis and mom, then hit Covent Garden for Whittard and the Moomin shop c: visited the National Gallery, too. opened a bottle of red wine in the evening, had some with mom to celebrate.

21st Jan: taking it slow, my sis not feeling well bc of her period, she was the one regularly taking paracetamol this time around. we went to Lewisham for some light grocery shopping, then finished watching the Netflix Witcher.

22nd Jan: stayed home and chilled, started watching the TVP Witcher, it’s as good as I remember it being <3

23rd Jan: @rei-of-jakku came over after work and we had an amazing evening <3

24th Jan: went out for @haeym‘s birthday dinner, feeling decidedly more human. had some grapefruit soju bc I bloody love soju.

25th Jan: went for a plant sale, they sold out of almost everything by the time we got there ;__; ended up going to the Wellcome Collection with mom and sis, the latter had lots of fun, me and mom enjoyed ourselves but also kept sitting down every now and then as my sis ran between displays xD it was amazing to see her so excited and interested in stuff. walked for probs 4 hrs total, feeling perfectly fine.

26th Jan: saw my fam off to Victoria for their airport coach, we had to wake up at 5am since there were no trains so early on Sunday and we had to bus to the nearest working tube station D: but WE MADE IT. got myself a decaf golden honey macchiato at Starbucks on the way back home, it tasted like a turmeric latte, not a fan. but it was alright. won’t be getting it again tho. ended up cleaning my room after getting back, it was so good to reclaim my own space after having two other ppl staying with me 24/7 in there. also finished watching The Man From U.N.C.L.E., that movie is SO DAMN GOOD AAAAH

27th Jan: been drawing the whole day, went out to top up the gas meter, didn’t do much else.

28th Jan: panicking as part of the right nipple graft scab got pushed off and I could see pink skin underneath. messaged my nurse, comes out it’s fine, was told to air the graft out for an hour so it can dry up after a shower, keep changing the dressings as usual. loosened up the compression garment a bit, it felt like it was putting too much pressure on the problem nipple.

29th Jan: felt EXTREMELY nauseated in the morning, most likely bc I put on contact lenses and got vertigo from that, spent 2hrs feeling like throwing up (1hr sitting on the bathroom floor lol). put the lenses in so I could go get a haircut, decided against it when I had to take the lenses out, but since I was feeling ok by noon I thought that I might as well still go. got my haircut, felt SO MUCH BETTER afterwards.

30th Jan: nipple graft areas scabbed over well, are firm to the touch, the problem right graft doing ok, drying up nicely. found out I have a patch on my left pec that has no sensation in it, on the right from the left nipple. feels weird to poke at it with a pen and not feel it at all. hoping the sensation will come back eventually, but won’t be too bothered if it doesn’t. overall feeling pretty good with how the recovery is going so far.

31st Jan: Problem Nipple Graft™ is doing fine, healing nicely. the incision sites are very tender, but seem to have healed up for the most part. they tingle when I touch them, it’s kinda funny. looking forward to my appointment with the surgeon on the 7th. will update this post if any interesting developments happen~

#personal #top surgery #ftm #trans guy #journal #long post

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amaianita · 4 years

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MOOMIN’S HOUSE

I love Moomintrolls and I’m sure everyone who’s ever read the books or whatched any of the shows feels the same way. They are magical so to pay homage to them I decided to build their house (and make their family) in the magical world of the sims 4: Glimmerbrook. I took inspiration from the books and one photo from Moominpark in Finland that I saw and immediatly loved.

Other pictures:

INFO:

This house in the shape of an old ceramic fireplace was built by Pappa Moomin when he first got to Glimmerbrook. Now not only he lives here but his whole family and friends! Includes:

3 bedrooms;

1 tent;

2 pet bowls + litter box;

1 office;

gardening stuff and all that.

Packs used:

Get Together;

Cats and Dogs;

Seasons;

Outdoor Retreat (I think only for the tent);

Spa Day;

Parenthood;

Movie Hangout;

Kids Room;

Bowling Night.

You can edit my build however you please. Also you can post it on the gallery but please, credit my tumblr/twitter/insta, whatever you want.

There’s no CC used!

Download on SFS: Moomin’s House

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altaaira-ashuratan-blog · 5 years

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Welcome to “the Subconscious!”

As I promised, a sneak peak of my WIP world, totally unedited and -filtered screenshot, just a few months old picture! Here you go! C: I hope this picture encourages the others post pics about their worlds, no matter how WIP and unedited they are (more pics under the cut).

“The Subconscious” is my custom world I’ve been creating for... Over seven years, I assume. Actually, the picture below sums very well why I have been struggling with it for so long time. If the whole .world file hasn’t totally corrupted with all those ready lots, the objects, both CC and EA’s, have caused a lot of trouble like this the most recent hot routing mess which almost made me giving up with the whole project - thanks @nilxis for the help and @grandelama for fixing the water CC. Moreover, I’ve shaped it all over again too many times and am still unsure if I like it enough to let it be. :/

It’s the world created primarily for my own use: I wanted the world where to include all my favourite fandoms, architecture styles, lookalike buildings and mythologies. I’ve always enjoyed creating neighbourhoods from the scratch since TS2. Due this, it went without saying I HAD to test CAW tool once released. I vowed not to touch the gameplay itself until I had got everything ready in the Subconscious. It meant all work and no play (the Sims 3) ...does not make altaaira a dull person. Just a pitiful nerd. BD

It all began with the spiral. I remember travelling in the train in the wintertime when I got stuck with the spiral-shaped world from the Digimon Adventures (S1) on my mind. It made me to doodle the first version of the Subconscious. There were a huge mountain in the middle of the world and different areas around it: the corrupted city, the mountain of the Ancients, the hill of the test subects, Tuonela river, and so on. The first version became quite ready to be played before its literal corruption. Afterwards, I’m pleased it happened because it felt... amateurish, and it had zillion lots just for the rivers and waterfalls. It may have lagged worse than Isla Paradiso. Whoopsie.

After this huge failure, I started everything over. At this time, I got the inspiration from the world’s name itself. Once again, I placed the spiral mountain in its original position but everything around it was based on Freud’s theory about psyche. Everything “cultural” and “sophisticated” would have been on the top of the mountain and rest around it. I tried to place different cultural areas to the correct geographical locations and make each public lot to represent some of their historical roots: for example, the school would have been the mixture of cathedral and mosque. Finally, I came to the conclusion this may have been too racist - in the school’s context for example, it would have been too Euro-centrist way to understand how the education has historically developed. From this version, I just left the cultural locations and the idea of “the past” and “the afterlife” in the west and “the future” and “the birth” in the east - and the art gallery named “Freud’s Psyche”. It will be the only one similar building from the very first version. Nostalgic.

Every picture in this post are from the newest version of the world. The colours may vary because I’ve tested different colours. It’s very hard because I feel everybody else has already used all the nice-looking colour combinations. :<

The desert in the valley is the only place which structure I haven’t changed a lot. In the current version, there’s no sand painting yet and I’ve placed a lot of city walls. The only way to access there is either go through the cave (seen in the pic) or across the mountains. I wanted a remote area for my town with traditional Arabic-Persian-Islamic architecture and Shia mosque inspired by Blue Mosque and this (right in the pic, likely going to be more Persian styled because of already-existing Eastlands), Ancient Egypt lots (left in the pic) placed inside the mountain inspired by Petra and “Bedouin” gameplay .

The coastal area has been expanded a lot from this. The lagoon is still there but there’s a lot space for the nature and forest in the current version. See the lot for the Moomin house next to the mountain! <3

In this pic, you may notice the city walls from Shang Simla. My intention is to build the town using elements of the traditional/ancient Chinese architecture and city planning. There will also be the fountain/water source for the rice fields in the north side of the mountain, the epic martial arts place and arena and separated monasteries for the Buddhist and Sufi monks.

My delta area next to the desert. I planned to create the tropical jungle around the river and the town inspired by Varanasi for my Hindu deities. It has also been expanded a lot from this and there’s not so many mountains anymore - I found it too restless and incoherent landscaping, and of course, no more radio towers anymore. :D

The super old sneak peak from my metropolitan city area and the view from the north. The Olympus mountain (right in the pic) has been separated as an island and the valley expanded a lot. Besides, there’s more land to be cultivated. I have no better pics from the city centre but a few city plans drawn in the tablet. If I find out out how to transfer them, I’ll post them later and tell more about my plans.

I planned to locate Yubaba’s onsen and Howl’s castle around here.

Daang, how much I hate this mountain! Olympus is the place for antique and modern Greek architecture, my Greek Deities and the University. Nothing more to say, just glad I bulldozed the whole crap.

...for the rice fields! But oh well, this has been another experiment of doom. Fortunately, it doesn’t look like this because I gave up my attempt for create these by using CC water by @grandelama. Instead, I place the fields to the hill by painting and try to create a semi-aesthetic watering system. Experiments, experiments.

Moreover, there are more diverse areas not mentioned yet. It’s easier to tell about the when I take the pics. Yes, a cliffhanger. :D

That’s all folks. I’ll post the newer WIP pictures when I finally place the removed objects again and remove @potato-ballad-sims Boroughsburg’s CC - as I mentioned earlier, I intended primarily create the world for my personal use. At the moment, if you guys are interested in using it, I’ll release it once getting ready. I’m not going to change my plans due to the public release, however. It means I’ll use quite a lot of CC in both the world and the hypothetical lots.

#the Sims 3 #the sims 3 custom world #WIP #the Subconscious #not-your-everyday-Tumblr-pictures

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ajzanfairytales · 5 years

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Spring fever

DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/ajzan-hataru/gallery/30059912/Spring-fever

While everybody are posting pictures of Moomin and Snufkin hugging each other after the latter’s return, I post another set of my old pictures.

I drew them between 2010 and 2011. There are 2 more pics in this series, but I like these 3 the most.

The story here is rather simple: one time Snufkin returned sick from the South. Everybody were worried, especially after he started hallucinating, but after some time he got better.

Originally I made this story more complicated, but I dropped it. I even had 40+ page comic made about this simple idea, but I dropped this project.

#moomin #snufkin #spring #fever #my art #old

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moominpopzz · 2 months

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no thoughts… only Tide doing Vyncent’s hair…..

that is all..

#don’t mind how the designs change slightly inbetween the drawings….#I did the comic part a month ago and started the other one also… a month ago..#Vyncent having Tide do his hair is a headcanon that will never leave me #Dakotas too probably #Tide loves doing his kids hair real #also let’s not talk ab the background on the first one #god I was struggling #jrwi #jrwi pd #prime defenders #jrwi fanart #jrwi pd fanart #i love them #vyncent sol #tide lambert #moomins gallery<3

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wereviolet · 5 years

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Y’ALL HOLY FUCK

#WANT

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jalopeura · 7 years

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3 tag things from this month. tagged by @thewonderofliving, @jokerondeck, and @moontailor, cheers friends :D (I’m not tagging anyone for any of these) 1. music shuffle

(prefacing this with the fact that I haven't moved all of my music from the desktop pc to this laptop so currently 95% of my library cosists of 1) a big bunch of soundtracks, 2) Susumu Hirasawa, and 3) a lot of Arashi. just. like. a lot of the stormy jpop boyband, okay? okay)

1. Arashi/Kazunari Ninomiya - Sore Wa Yappari Kimi Deshita 2. Sumio Shiratori (arr. by Korkeintotuus@youtube) - "The Ghost Ship" (Moomin OST) 3. Motoi Sakuraba - Twisted Time and Distorted Sky (Baten Kaitos OST) 4. Darren Korb - Old Friends (Transistor OST) 5. Arashi - I seek 6. Mafumafu - Keika Souzou 7. Susumu Hirasawa - Chevron 8. Yuki Kajiura - slipstream (Tsubasa Chronicle OST) 9. Arashi/Satoshi Ohno - Bad Boy 10. Geinoh Yamashirogumi - Winds Over Neo-Tokyo (Akira OST)

two more tag things under the cut

2. short questionnaire

Relationship Status: ssssingle Favorite Color: all blueish greens from mint to to jade turquoise to teal; silver and gold; the range from soft light baby pink to coral to salmon to peach; bright yellows; anything that glitters Pets: none, but i am doing an adequate job at keeping my mom's old money tree alive Last Song Listened To: currently listening to Tetsuo from the Akira OST but it’s like over 10min long and i’m already over halfway through so i eel like the first half should count, yeah? (btw...... this ost is really fucking good) Favorite TV Show: Tales of Moominvalley and Battlestar Galactica are the ones etched into my spine as the go-to answer for this question Hobbies: DnD, also the *long sigh* "Drawing, I guess." Books Currently Reading: None actively! I have Fahrenheit 451 waiting for me in my bookcase but it's... been there... for a while.

3. longer questionnaire

Name: Julius, tho pls say Jules if your first instinct is to start with the [dʒ] sound Star Sign: Sun Aries. Pisces dominant. (don't talk to me abt astrology, I ride the fine line between 'knows a lot more than you but not enough to really know anything at all') Height: 167cm Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Favorite Color: all blueish greens from mint to to jade turquoise to teal; silver and gold; the range from soft light baby pink to coral to salmon to peach; bright yellows Favorite Animal: none in particular. cats, foxes, owls, deer, ravens and so on Time Right Now: 22.55 Cat or Dog Person: cat person as a person but if the dog's chill enough I'm cool. (for example my dad's dog is great) Favorite Fictional Character: look, I could list twenty great characters from all kinds of different media or I could just say 'my DD children' and be done with it Number of Blankets I Sleep With: anything from one to like, seven. currently four, but none of them is an actual duvet Favorite Band/Singer: Recently Arashi obviously. I mean, there's a lot of these too? Queen's a forever favourite. Other more recent ones are Susumu Hirasawa and Mafumafu (who's fucking adorable and whose music is absolutely great, I totally recommend checking him out. my fav songs by him are 'Gikyoku to Deform Toshi' and 'Ringo Hanabi to Soda no Umi', both can be found on youtube) Dream Trip: Would take place in the spring and would involve museums and galleries and architecture and botanical gardens and non-botanical gardens and history and stuff Dream Job: honestly? none. if i had to pick then the slasher kind of freelancer Number of Followers: 1330-something When Was My Blog Made: November 2010 What Content I Post: ~aesthetic~, fandom, personal, memes Why Tumblr: why indeeeeed Why My URL: the nicest Finnish word. jalo for 'noble', peura for 'deer', jalopeura for... 'lion'

#about me #under a cut for l e n g t h #tagged

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watchilove · 4 years

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Stepan Sarpaneva has a new collaboration. This time with © Moomin Characters™. The Sarpaneva x Moomin comes in three variants and is based on the Tove Jansson’s illustration of Moomintroll dreaming.

Sarpaneva x Moomin

Limited edition of 75 pieces (3 x 25) celebrating 75 years of Moomins, the central characters in a series of books and a comic strip by Swedish-Finn illustrator and writer Tove Jansson.

This automatic wound wristwatch features three-layered skeletonized dials with 8 hand-painted Swiss Super-Luminova® emission colours in varying order creating unique combinations.

Moomin is a trademark of Moomin Characters Oy, Ltd.

“More is More!

How can the story be maximised on the dial of the watch? With 8 different Swiss Superluminova colours hand-painted on a 3-part skeleton steel dial, which gives your watch a unique colour combination.

The dial is based on Tove Jansson’s illustration of Moomintroll dreaming. Originally in black and white, I thought that it might be possible to create something in colour respecting the original illustration, with the Moomin magic… So when the night comes your dreams will be different to someone else’s, and come alive! – Stepan Sarpaneva

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Sarpaneva x Moomin Technical Specifications and Price

Limited to 75 (3x 25 pieces/colour)

Movement • Soprod A10 Calibre, 11.5 lines, 28800 mph (4 Hz) • Mechanical Automatic winding • Hours, Minutes • 25 jewels • 42 Hours power reserve • Rhodium plated, Perlage Finishing Case • Stainless Steel (SUPRA 316L/4435), 38.7 mm in diameter, 8.9 mm in thickness • Water-resistant to 10 ATM • Lug to lug width: 46.4 mm Dial • 3 Part Stainless Steel Hand Finished, Hand Painted Swiss (8)Super-LuMiNova, • 2 Tone coated Brass hands. Strap • Canvas • Stainless steel pin buckle • Grassbay strap • Width: 20 mm

The watch is delivered in a treasure roll made by Finlayson™

Price

€6200 (VAT 24%)

Outside EU: €5000 (VAT 0%)

Sarpaneva x Moomin Stepan Sarpaneva has a new collaboration. This time with © Moomin Characters™. The Sarpaneva x Moomin comes in three variants and is based on the Tove Jansson’s illustration of Moomintroll dreaming.

#independent brand #independent watchmaker #independent watchmaking #Moomin #news #Press release #Sarpaneva #Sarpaneva x Moomin

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literateape · 7 years

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This New Road Will Some Day Be the Old Road, Too

by Don Hall

There were many things I enjoyed about London but London was not one of them.

It was best in the earliest hours on either end of the day - before anyone has risen from sleep, as the streets are slightly abandoned or after most sensible people have retired for them night and the only folks out are the desperate or the lucky. Even then, however, the place was too jammed in like an entire city population too fat for the skinny jeans they had been squeezed into. And dirty. Not dusty. Wichita is dusty. Sedona is dusty. This was grimey as if a layer of greasy soot coated the cracks and spaces untouched and made your skin feel like you were being slightly prepped for sautéing.

It was decades ago but the realization that I only love New York City for a maximum of two days in a row before I want nothing more than to leave solidified over several trips to The Big Apple. To fully enjoy NYC, I need to not be staying in the city but just outside of it and for as few days as possible.

Leading up to our third wedding anniversary, DMJ and I decided at first we wanted to go to Edinburgh, Scotland for the Edinburgh Festival Fringe but decided that August was a bit too early for the trip and we didn't want to be landlocked to the non-stop activity that takes over Edinburgh that time of year. We talked it over and decided it would be London in September with a day trip to Scotland if we wanted to in the moment.

I perused the Priceline deals and things went from a $4800 trip to a $2600 trip and we nailed down flights (the cheap tickets included a seven hour layover in Detroit going there) and our modest hotel and we were set. Travel guides were read, plans were planned and discarded and planned again. Ten days in London, England. Rock On.

CHAPTER ONE: NAKED TV and PLUSH PLAGUE RATS

We stayed in a small 3-star hotel on Bayswater (a few blocks from Hyde Park and the Paddington Station hub for trains and the Tube.) The room was tiny but the bed was adequate. The bathroom, however, was so Lilliputian that I could rest my chin on the sink while dropping a deuce (seated sideways because of spacial constraints...)

The first night found us watching British television. We landed on a strange dating show called "Naked Attraction." Like any other dating show except that the choser gets to see the six possible dates naked before he/she chooses, starting with the feet and working up. Obviously, it's the genitals that get the most on-air attention. And, of course, we were fascinated.

This show set a stage for some fairly bizarre stuff we encountered on our stay.

The documentary on penis size. I mean, a whole documentary about guys with giant dicks. DMJ loved it.

The random Persian guy who was suddenly very friendly, who thought he'd ingratiate himself to us by telling us how much he loved Trump, who tried to get us to hang out with him by quoting his father "Where there is a contact, there is a contract." Insisting that we have coffee with him. He was holding a book - “From MTV to Mecca” - and insisted that the author was his girlfriend but the book seemed brand new, she hadn’t signed it and maybe the Trump-love colored my perceptions but he seemed off. I'd watched enough Better Call Saul to know where that was going so we got away from him and felt certain at coffee there would arrive a friend of his and the task of separating our money from our persons would be in play.

And, at the Globe, in the gift shop, the plush toy Plague Rats. Seriously. Someone thought in a store filled with reminders of Shakespeare, a cuddly stuffed rat that had brought the bubonic plaque to England was a real seller.

CHAPTER TWO: Finding Wonder in a World of the Driven

DMJ and I always have a specific source of dissonance when we go on holiday: she prefers to avoid anything touristy and enjoys walking about the place discovering things that make her smile while I prefer to immerse myself into those historic and/or gaudy places that give me a sense of the history of the city. In other words, DMJ is all about the present as discovered in the now and I am all about the past as discovered by paying a serious fee to enter and avoid being sold plastic bullshit along with the history.

There were many things we both loved about London but London itself was not among these things. The city felt like New York City 200 years after the Empire had fallen - the Center of the Universe, the Hotbed of Commerce and International Focus Left Behind. The sense of seas of unhappy faces streaming into the Tube or along the streets to their jobs, dressed for business rather than comfort, the rat race embodied, was far more standard than my expectation of Europe.

On the other hand, amidst the hustle of the business class swarming the city in search of pounds, we discovered or paid for a series of lovely experiences in London.

Madame Tussauds was the London version of the place and sort of like Wax Museum Central worldwide. For some unexplained reason, I LOVE wax museums. So, of course, we had to go. DMJ had never been to one and now can say she's been to the best, therefore she never has to go to one with me again. This one provided one of my favorite photo ops of the entire trip:

Sir John Soane's House was one of DMJ's planned outings. An architect and collector, his house was three floors and a basement of the most meticulous hoarder or architectural ephemera imaginable (including a sarcophagus.)

The British Museum was one that DMJ passed on but I had to go experience. One of the oldest museums in the world and free at that, this place could've taken me two days to truly explore but I managed to get a solid visit in under four hours and was amply blown away by the sight of ancient shit, mostly taken legally, from all over the known world. Mummies, busts, the Rosetta Stone, a clock made by Copernicus.

Shakespeare's Globe Theatre was kind of amazing.

Hyde Park/Kensington Gardens. DMJ loves to be outside in the sun among green stuff and people. Therefore, we toured almost every park and every garden (including an incredible little Oriental Garden in the center of Holland Park) in London but the biggest and best was the giant park just blocks from our hotel. The Kensington Palace, tributes to Diana, an Italian Gardens, the Serpentine Gallery with an extraordinary exhibit on the nature of being black by Arthur Jafa. We also managed to run into Robert Neuhaus and his wife Amy - we agreed that after me leaving "Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me!" it was far more likely to hang out in London than in Chicago.

Covent Garden Market was one of several open-air marketplaces in the city that we visited. This included a woman singing opera in the courtyard, some of the best gelato ever, and a Moomin store. I had never heard of Moomin but DMJ went apeshit when she saw there was a store. Of course, we bought things there.

Of course there were more minuscule and grandiose pockets of extraordinary places we encountered. Buckingham Palace, the Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, and the Leighton House Gallery with a unique Alma-Tadema exhibit that DMJ had a Moomin-like reaction to as well.

And fucking Abbey Road.

CHAPTER THREE: Wherein I Realize That, While I Am in Relatively Good Shape, My Body is as Fragile as a Fucking Faberge Egg

Sunday afternoon, after a quick nap from walking all creation and back, I get up, bend over to put on my shoes and my lower back goes into a spasm that is an eight on the OMG Pain Scale. Later, my mother tells me that, in her opinion, these back spasms hurt worse than childbirth. Having never given birth, I can't corroborate but it fucking hurt in a huge WTF?! surprise that left my brain spinning and my body immobile.

DMJ went out and bought me heat packs, ibuprofen, and made a makeshift cold pack. I lay on my back with my legs elevated. I slept on the floor in agony that night. The next morning, I was in pain but could get up. We went out but I realized pretty shortly that , while I could walk, I couldn't sit down for more than 20 seconds before a shooting pain went from my back down my legs and up again.

I felt like I was suddenly 94 years old.

We ate in a restaurant on Portobello Road called The Distillery. The food was maybe the best meal we had the whole time and they were gracious enough to allow me to stand at the bar to eat instead of stand at a table like a bizarre jackass.

I was just a walking ache but managed to muscle through it for the most part. I mean, what the fuck are you gonna do? Stay in your hotel room, lying on the goddamn floor, 6,000 miles from home? Nah.

The worst I had it was three days after. The pain was rough and I had eaten something odd the night before. We were walking around downtown London, checking things out, when I was suddenly hit with some intestinal distress. Like most major cities, there are no public toilets in London. DMJ suggested a church.

Which is how I found myself dropping a massive deuce in 15-second increments because it hurt so much to sit down and shit that I had to keep standing up in the bathroom of a 500-year old place of worship and stretch my back.

Back in the States, I've mostly recovered with the exception that the skin on my right thigh up to the right half of my crotch is numb. Which is weird.

CHAPTER FOUR: Scotland Makes Me Wish I Had Been Born There

The afternoon three days before we were to head back to Chicago, London had begun to take her toll. DMJ had wanted to go to Somerset House and, while it was fine, between her missing home and/or Paris and me feeling like I was being twisted in half 65% of the time from the waist down, we were both feeling less than upbeat.

I decided to head off on my own to the British Museum, she decided to go back to the hotel. I did go to the museum and loved it, she instead drank red wine for a few hours. When she came back to the room she was a bit lit and in a rotten mood.

"Let's go to Edinburgh tomorrow. Anyplace but here!"

So I booked our high-speed rail tickets and splurged on a $400 a night hotel room smack dab in the center of the city. The next morning, we packed for an overnight stay and headed to Scotland.

I had been to Edinburgh for a month in 1995 when I took two shows to the Fringe and had maintained a sense that Scotland was magical. I frequently told people that Edinburgh was the one other place on the planet I could live outside of Chicago. As we trained our way across the beautiful, green countryside, I wondered how much of my love for the place was an exaggerated thing exacerbated by the distance of 22 years.

It was not overblown. From the second we pulled into the station, I felt a unique calm and delight. I felt like I was home again. The hills. The green. The castle turrets. The craggy rocks. The brick streets. The sights and sounds. The smell. And DMJ felt it, too. Suddenly, the trip took on the wonder of traveling someplace amazing that we had hoped we'd experience in London.

It was lovely. We went and toured Edinburgh Castle. We had whisky and I had a deconstructed haggis that was outstanding. We walked through cemeteries and up hills and drank and talked about the things we loved about London. It turned out we had enjoyed ourselves more than the last few days seemed.

And then again, back to our little hotel room and out the next day to fly ten hours home.

EPILOGUE

The most important thing on this entire trip was that we flew out to the United Kingdom to celebrate our third anniversary and we did. The night of September 12, we walked a few blocks to a traditional pub called "The Swan," went upstairs, ordered drinks and food and dessert and toasted our good fortune at finding one another.

In Edinburgh, in a quaint courtyard square that housed the Writer's Museum, there were engraved stones peppered about on the walkway. One of them nailed exactly how I was feeling:

"And yet - And yet, this New Road will some day be the Old Road, too." - Neil Munro (1863-1930)

My life with DMJ is just that - a series of New Roads that quickly become Old Roads (or at least roads we have travelled upon together) - and in my imagination of what has come before and what new roads and adventures lay ahead, it is the together part that makes it worth doing.

#3rd Anniversary #Taking a Shit in a 500 year old church with a bad back #Edinburgh #London #DMJ

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theliterateape · 7 years

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This New Road Will Some Day Be the Old Road, Too

by Don Hall

There were many things I enjoyed about London but London was not one of them.

CHAPTER ONE: NAKED TV and PLUSH PLAGUE RATS

This show set a stage for some fairly bizarre stuff we encountered on our stay.

The documentary on penis size. I mean, a whole documentary about guys with giant dicks. DMJ loved it.

CHAPTER TWO: Finding Wonder in a World of the Driven

On the other hand, amidst the hustle of the business class swarming the city in search of pounds, we discovered or paid for a series of lovely experiences in London.

Shakespeare's Globe Theatre was kind of amazing.

And fucking Abbey Road.

CHAPTER THREE: Wherein I Realize That, While I Am in Relatively Good Shape, My Body is as Fragile as a Fucking Faberge Egg

I felt like I was suddenly 94 years old.

I was just a walking ache but managed to muscle through it for the most part. I mean, what the fuck are you gonna do? Stay in your hotel room, lying on the goddamn floor, 6,000 miles from home? Nah.

Back in the States, I've mostly recovered with the exception that the skin on my right thigh up to the right half of my crotch is numb. Which is weird.

CHAPTER FOUR: Scotland Makes Me Wish I Had Been Born There

"Let's go to Edinburgh tomorrow. Anyplace but here!"

So I booked our high-speed rail tickets and splurged on a $400 a night hotel room smack dab in the center of the city. The next morning, we packed for an overnight stay and headed to Scotland.

And then again, back to our little hotel room and out the next day to fly ten hours home.

EPILOGUE

In Edinburgh, in a quaint courtyard square that housed the Writer's Museum, there were engraved stones peppered about on the walkway. One of them nailed exactly how I was feeling:

"And yet - And yet, this New Road will some day be the Old Road, too." - Neil Munro (1863-1930)

#3rd Anniversary #Taking a Shit in a 500 year old church with a bad back #Edinburgh #London #DMJ

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