feeling very refreshed :)

anonymous asked:

Can you translate "Fate" by Lee Sun Hee and connect it to SoSoo? I feel like it would fit rlly well, but the lyrics I read don't seem to fit grammatically. Could you do that for me? Please? I loved your translation of "Wind" and I really wish you would do "Fate." Thank you so much. You are a wonderful person.

Oh Anon, you’ve caught me on a good day… and with my favorite song!~

There’s the video that made me watch an entire drama :)

So let’s begin with the lyrics. Here are my translations based on what I’ve learned from my uber traditional, grammar nazi family.

“인연” (”Fate”) by Lee Seon Hee:

I promise after this moment has passed,
On the day we can meet again,
I will throw everything away and stand by your side,
As we walk the rest of the way together.

They call it how fate*, there is no denying it.
In my life, a day as beautiful as this,
Could it ever come again?
On the agonizing road of life, you were a gift.
And, so rust cannot tarnish our love,
I will clean and shine it every day.

As if we were drunk, our meeting was short,
But I opened the closet doors and made us a place.
And though our love could not be fulfilled, I have no regrets.
Because there is nothing that lasts forever.

They call it destiny, there is no denying it.
In my life, a day as beautiful as this,
Could it ever come again?
There are so many words I want to say, but you, my dear, will already know them.
Throughout the long road, on the day we can meet,
Don’t ever let go again.

The love I could not have in this life, the fate I could not have,
Wandering throughout the long roads, on the day we can meet again,
Don’t let me go again.


Alright, wipe your tears. Let’s get into it.

A bit of backstory: this song comes from Lee Joon Ki movie The King and the Clown (왕의 남자). The singer is one of Korea’s most famous, revered vocalists: Lee Seon Hee. She is a devout Buddhist.

Again, there are no genders in this song. The “you”s and the “my” are not gendered, so it could be So speaking to Soo or vice versa.

Now, this is definitely a sad song, but it’s one about lovers who have been separated that have hope that they’ll meet again. Hope. That’s what the singer is trying to convey. It’s a constant yearning that aches for the other person and reassures them that one day, they’ll find each other again.

That sounds familiar because So said something along the lines of: “If we are not of the name world, I will find you, my Soo.”

*- The title of the song in Korean is “인연” (een-yeon) which very very roughly translates in English to “fate”. However, the meaning is much more complex because the word in itself has no romantic connotation. Generally, the definition encapsulates how two people’s lives intertwine in their actions together. This could apply to the strangers you pass on the street or even to your spouse.

The song, however, is about a lover trying to find their other half in the next life, promising that they will never let the other person go if they are found. (Returned to quote: “ If we are not of the name world, I will find you, my Soo.”)

See, the PDs of MLSHR created a scene where SoSoo meet in present day and he hands her a handkerchief. Historically, Gwangjong became obsessed with Buddhism towards the end of his life. One aspect of Buddhism is the idea of reincarnation and rebirth.

The song specifically states: “The fate I could not have in this life.” That is the single line that completely and fully links the song to So and Soo. It is about their fate in Goryeo and how their relationship stopped after Soo left Songak.

“The day we can meet again,” isn’t tomorrow or next week- or even next year. “The day we can meet again,” isn’t in this lifetime, but the next one. It’s when the So and Soo can find one another again and love each other completely. It’s when they have nothing standing in their way and nothing impeding the path they will walk together.

Selfcare Pt. 1 (Skincare)

Hey guys, I decided to make a series of posts about my personal self care. With our busy lives & the workload and stress of school, we can sometimes leave selfcare as a last priority. However, it is definitely an important factor of our success (no matter how unimportant it may seem). So as my first post, I decided to do my skincare routine. Clear skin can help boost your self confidence a lot!

Products I Use

  • Coconut oil ( keep in mind this isn’t for everyone, and can cause more acne for some people. Test it out on your arm first!)
  • Witch Hazel (This also isn’t for everyone. It works best for those with oily skin. It has reduced my oily skin majorly, but may not work for others)
  • Shea Moisture African Black Soap (1. It is just the bar soap form. 2. I saw a post saying someone’s skin reacted very badly to this particular face wash. PLEASE always test out a product on your arm, hand, etc. before using it and causing damage to your skin. However, this product has worked amazingly for me.)
  • Shea Moisture African Black Soap Clay Mask
  • Peel off mask (no particular brand)
  • Sugar & Coconut Oil Exfoliator 
  • Say Yes to Tomatoes Sheet Mask

Monday, Wednesday, Friday

AM: 

  • Coconut Oil Face Cleanse (Take a dime size amount of coconut oil in your hand and massage it into your dry face. Then rinse a towel under very warm water and hold it on your face for 30 seconds. Proceed to wipe the excess coconut oil off with the towel.)
  • Witch Hazel (I put this on a cotton pad and massage it onto my face, then let it dry. It works as a toner and reduced the oilyness on my face.)

PM:

  • African Black Soap Cleanser (can be very drying so its good to moisturize after, but personally I don’t because I use coconut oil in the mornings)
  • African Black Soap Clay Mask (I put this on right after I wash my face to lightly moisturize and help with cleaning pores and reducing blemishes.)
  • Witch Hazel (I use this both day and night.)

Tuesday, Thursday

AM: 

  • Coconut Oil Face Cleanse
  • Witch Hazel 

PM:

  • African Black Soap Cleanser
  • Peel off mask (I haven’t found one that I truly love yet, so I’ve been using a variety of brands. Use what works for you!)
  • Witch Hazel

Saturday

PM:

  • African Black Soap Cleanser
  • Witch Hazel

Sunday

AM:

  • Exfoliate! (with a sugar & coconut oil scrub. It’s really important to exfoliate once a week to get rid off all the dead skin and grossness on your face that has collected throughout the week. Don’t over exfoliate though because it can cause damage to your skin!)
  • Say Yes to Tomatoes Sheet Mask (This works SO well and is great for reducing redness and blemishes! It feels very refreshing and clean! Remember to always test it on your skin before putting it on your face!)

PM:

  • African Black Soap
  • Witch Hazel

NOTE: I don’t use coconut oil on the weekend (except in the exfoliator) to give my skin a break from that much moisture. Even though coconut oil is very beneficial, I try not to overuse it to avoid creating more blemishes & acne.

Hope you guys enjoy this post! Feel free to send me any questions you have and comment below what selfcare post you’d like to see next!

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the new story quests are out tomorrow! it’s been a really, really long time for most of us, i think. i went back & compiled a rough timeline of things that have happened so far in the Keepers of Aideen storyline - excluding stuff like G.E.D. and Hidden Dino Valley, because as far as i can tell there’s no relation between them and this plot just yet. we’ll see. 

warning: spoilers!!!

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“Ahh, miss Caroline, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Rick ?”

“At least one more time …!”

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Prompts 4 & 6 - Henry Turner
“Give it back.” “Mine.”

Request: “could pleeeeeeease do 4 and 6 with henry turner? thank you xx”

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Podcasts and genre weird, or, what the everloving fuck is Greater Boston

So podcasts are this quirky little medium in that most of the time, you have no visual in what you are consuming. Because of this, I feel that the bounds of genre are a little bit blurred because you can’t see some of the defining characteristics of what makes a certain genre, like you can’t see the magic wand, or the starship, or the monster lurking in the shadows. Now obviously there are other ways than visuals to get this across from the obvious “hey look at the dragon over there”, to the more subtle hum of a spaceship locked on some beautiful sound scapes, and things like horror use the lack of visuals for there very purpose. This works for some of the more “high” genres, like sci-fi and fantasy, but what about the more down to earth “slice of life” podcasts? Especially difficult in that a lot of pods are non-fiction, and some audio dramas like to use the “mockumentary” style storytelling (hello the black tapes).

I’m talking, of course, about greater Boston.

When I first started listening, I thought greater Boston was pretty sturdy magical realism, mostly normal but with a few weird quirks like Leon Stametes ghost and the redline, but then I remember back to many hours I spent researching that same genre for when I had to do a paper on chronicle of a death foretold. One of the main characteristics of magical realism was that people saw “magic” as normal and seemingly mundane things as fantastical or sublime. By that metric, welcome to night vale would be magical realism! But I think that show has enough what-the-fuckery that’s off the walls enough to be considered surrealism or something. And the citizens of greater Boston don’t think things like the referendum to make a city on a train are normal, but they aren’t completely shocked by it either, same with Leon and the writing tree, so what does that make it? And it’s not like the “magic” isn’t a part of the overarching world, I mean the situation of redline even takes into account racial housing issues and other social factors! (Which I am thoroughly enjoying by the way, it feels very refreshing and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a media, especially one with fantasy elements, tackle these issues so head on before, but I digress). But like, it’s not realism so

What is greater Boston? Id love to hear some thoughts or the genre-weirdness of other podcasts, due to the medium or not!

what is your favorite astrological season (ex: leo season, virgo season, etc.) and why?

personally i love scorpio season, because it has my favorite weather and my birthday, but i also love the vibes it has. it feels very rejuvenating and refreshing, like we are all transforming and starting new things. it feels powerful

tell me your thoughts!

anyway i know its cheesy to say this but tbh if ur writing fic that isnt like great but ur constantly experimenting with styles and trying new things you. are doing something very important. even if u fail with styles and fics then tbh?? ur failures are more important than ur successes. the fact that u are willing to expand and to try even if u fail…..well thats the sign of a great writer if ya ask me. so seeing people like that and seeing their works in the tag just feels very refreshing to me. im so excited for new talent and i want to see u all grow 

the biggest sign of a bad writer is someone who never goes far beyond their comfort zone and someone who never challenges themself. the fact that u are out there and doing that means u have the heart of a good writer, u just need to polish up ur talents. u will get there eventually and i wholeheartedly support u every step of the way

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For Sanders Sides Appreciation Month

Tag List: @thedemonsofmysoul @ukeleledun21 @the-prince-and-the-emo @lackingroman @charles-knee @iaminmultiplefandoms @extremepenguin10 @monochrome-dusk @virgilsspidercurtains @forfanderssake @mira-jademythest @evilmuffin @velocifoxy @caristars


Logan woke up for the day in his unicorn onesie feeling very refreshed. He stretched out his arms and reached for his glasses which were on his bedside table. With his vision now clear, he proceeded with getting ready for the day. He walked to his closet, expecting to find thirty of his black shirts and blue ties lying there, but he was greeted with a grey cardigan and blue shirt, a black hoodie and black shirt, and royal attire. Logan sighed. The others were obviously playing a prank on him.

Logan teleported to commons and sighed once more because there, in his corner, were the other three sides wearing his clothes. “Okay Patton, Virgil, and Roman. Where did you put my clothes?”

“Who’s Virgil?” Virgil asked dryly, wearing Logan’s outfit but without the glasses and with Virgil’s eyeshadow.

I would never do something as childish as taking one’s clothes. I am the prim and proper Logan who doesn’t have any fun,” Roman said with his voice of grandeur. Like Virgil, he wasn’t wearing any glasses.

Logan deadpanned. “Very funny Roman,” he said flatly.

“You do have a sense of humor!” Patton exclaimed as he leapt forward to give Logan a hug.

“Of course I have a sense of humor. It is necessary when doing certain activities, such as reading and analyzing comedies,” Logan replied.

“I know, I was just teasin’ ya, kiddo!” Patton said, bubbly as ever.

“So would you give me my clothes back now?” Logan asked.

“Oh Logan, don’t be such a wet blanket. Why not dress up as one of us?” Roman asked.

“I’d really rather not.” Logan said.

“C’mon! It would be ~fun~!” Patton said as he nudged Logan.

“Please, just give me at least one of my clothes,” Logan pleaded.

“Well aren’t you wearing some of your own clothes now?” Roman chuckled as he gestured to Logan’s unicorn onesie.

Virgil watched the exchange between the other three sides and noted how Logan was getting distressed because of this. Virgil teleported to his room, for the trio had decided to keep Logan’s clothes in Virgil’s room for this prank. He grabbed another set of Logan’s clothing and teleported back to the commons.

“Here,” Virgil said as he held out Logan’s clothing, “The rest of your clothes are in my room. You can stop by whenever to pick them up.”

Logan smiled, “Thank you Virgil.” He teleported to his room to put the unicorn onesie away, and he put on his normal clothing. He teleported back to the commons much more relaxed when Patton exclaimed, “Virgil, it’s a good thing you gave him his clothes back, because now is agitation is low again.”

(If you say “low again” fast you’ll get the pun if you didn’t already get it…)

Having a body positive day today and that feels very refreshing tbh. I was never really skinny (in a healthy way) and I’m never going to be and I’m starting be okay with that. My body went through some very tough times when I stopped eating to finally be skinny but that’s just not how it works. I have curves and strech marks and scars and I like myself the way I am. Getting all those tattoos helped me a lot gaining some confidence and I’m happy that I found a way to finally be in peace with my body. I will always have those days when I can’t look in the mirror because I think I’m fat and ugly but that’s normal I guess. For now I’m feeling very good and I’m so happy about that!

The chocobros and how they look when they wake up in the morning

Noctis: he might be the future king of Lucis but he is currently the king of bedhead. It’s a wonder he gets his hair to look as good as it does, not to mention he has under eye bags like no other. Essentially looks like he was hit by a truck. It’s amazing just how quick he’s able to shake it off and pull himself together. 

Prompto: similar to Noctis but not to the same extreme. Bed head makes his hair look less like a chocobros butt somehow. Had a fairly easy time waking up depending on how well he slept the night before. 

Ignis: does he ever sleep? He wakes up #flawless everyday, everyone’s convinced he either sleeps standing up or just doesn’t sleep at all. No one has ever seen him with bed head. Even when they’re on the road and sleeping in the tent he wakes up perfect.  

Gladiolus: besides some bed head every now and then he’s pretty good about waking up. He sleeps with a scrunchie so prevent any dents or breakage in his hair so it’s pretty easy to manage in the morning. However, he’s a very heavy sleeper and wakes up with pillow marks in his face almost everyday. Feels very refreshed in the morning. 

Welp

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

“Have you finished changing, [Name]?”

You turned to your friends as you gathered your things. “Yeah, let’s go. Wouldn’t want sensei to chew us out for being late.”

Laughter erupted between the lot of you as you exit the girl’s locker room and headed for your gym class.

You wondered what sport you were gonna do today as your teacher liked to play different sports in every meeting. So far, you’ve done table tennis, ultimate frisbee, basketball and badminton. Swimming was unlikely, since you weren’t told to bring any swimming attire yet. Although you would’ve liked that very much, you sighed, as your gym class was last period and it would be nice to go home feeling very refreshed.

“All right!” Sensei yelled out, calling everyone’s attention inside the gym, even ones not in his class. He lightly bounced a Mikasa volley ball on his hand. Grudgingly, you groaned.

You were quite athletic, having done well on the previous games like frisbee and badminton. However, you had a weakness and that was dealing with game balls. It was something you couldn’t fathom but you really couldn’t do well handling any kind of game ball. You royally sucked at table tennis and had to apologize to your partner more than once for the poor performance you had done and everyone had seen how crappy you were with dribbling a basketball.

You liked Volleyball as a sport but that was all you were - a spectator (like Kim Jong Kook towards soccer).

Shaking your head, you stood up as everyone started to place themselves for some practice games. You watched as other gym classes went around you and felt embarrassed at the thought of other students seeing or watching your failures.

“[NAME]!”

You turned at the sudden scream of your name and before you knew it, a ball was flying towards your face. Instinctively, you eyes looked away and shut as you threw your hands up to block it. The impact had been too forceful and the ball bounced to the side.

And apparently something happened that made the others gasp while your eyes were closed.

Opening your eyes, you saw that your classmates were either surprised or horrified. Quickly, you looked to your side and sucked in a breath.

Someone was lying on the floor and the ball that had been flying towards you earlier rolled off from the person. You just hit someone. No, you thought horribly when you squinted hard at the person. You didn’t just hit someone.

You just hit Oikawa Tooru.

Accidentally.

“Oh, my goodness-!” You exclaimed as you hurriedly ran off towards the prince and plopped down beside him. His pretty face was scrunched up in pain and it looked like his nose was started to redden. “O-Oikawa-san! I’m so sorry! I didn’t– It was–”

Oikawa held up a hand as he slowly sat up. Still worried, you clamped your mouth shut.

“Ah, that hurt,” he said as he gently touched his nose. He looked at you, then, his eyes surprisngly sharp as it focused on you. What surprised you more was that his eyes didn’t look angry at all. If you didn’t know any better, it actually seemed intrigued.

“I am truly sorry,” you couldn’t help but blurt out. “If there’s anything I can do, please, just say it.” His nose was getting redder and redder by the minute and the thought of a tumor building terrified you more than you could imagine.

“Well,” he started and you looked at him with expectant eyes. His smile was so perfect, you wondered why such a person was talking to you. “Iced coffee after school would be nice.”

“Eh?” Dumbly, you stared at him and when the words finally sank in, you felt your cheeks getting hotter. How were you supposed to answer to that?

Suddenly, a smack against Oikawa’s head forced him to lurch foward. “Owwie! Iwa-chan!”

Iwaizumi glared at his best friend as he pulled him up by the arm. “Stop messing around. The others are waiting for us.”

As he was dragged away, Oikawa looked over his shoulder and winked at you. “Please don’t get my hopes up!”

You frowned as you watched the two guys go. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

Later that day, Oikawa was surprised to see you waiting for him (he confidently assumed) at the gates and was delighted when you told him, “I know of a place that serves great iced coffee.”

i just softblocked like a 100 people who never interacted with me or people i had no idea who they were and it honestly feels very refreshing

I’ve never been on a bus driving at nighttime for longer than an hour before today and now I can safely say I hate riding on them. Here’s why: 

- Despite my phone having full bars, Google Maps periodically keeps insisting that there is no signal. Tried with 2 different messaging apps with the same result (I should mention that this has never happened before). The only app that seems to work reliably is YouTube.

- About halfway through the trip I look around and count at least 4 people near me, all around my age, that I could’ve sworn weren’t there before. I noticed because I remember getting on the bus and thinking I was the only college-aged person there. 

- All bodily needs seem to have gone away. I don’t feel hungry, I don’t feel thirsty, I don’t have to go to the bathroom throughout the entire bus ride.

- I take what feels like a very long nap and wake up feeling very awake and refreshed. I look at my watch. It’s been 15 minutes.

- During one of the times Maps is working, I check how far we are from home. The app says 22 minutes. Three Britain’s Got Talent videos later (thanks, YouTube), I check again. The app says 22 minutes. 

- Time has lost all meaning