how is it not friday yet

i. five a.m. dreaming out the windows, eyes open and doors unlocked. chopin’s nocturnes on repeat as if i can somehow fill this cavity with moonlight in the form of a song.
 
ii. tell me, have you ever felt like a thousand pieces of a thousand people all at once?
 
iii. this is a lullaby, or perhaps an apology to myself. i’ve forgotten what it means to sleep without the flutter of your heartbeat next to mine.
 
iv. sometimes i feel like a dozen tectonic plates always shifting, never at rest. there’s a chasm between my ribs and i named it after you.
 
v. friday night dancing under the streetlights, a song in my throat as i build myself up from the ground. still learning how to pick myself out of the shipwreck, still learning to accommodate the fracture lines across my skin.
 
vi. i am the thousand people i’ve been before, i am the thousand people i have yet to be. i am learning to love every one.
—  after the earthquake | a.c. for @existential-celestial | want one?
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'Grey's Anatomy,' 'Scandal,' 'How to Get Away With Murder' Renewed | THR

The entire TGIT lineup will return with new seasons in the 2017-18 season.
ABC’s Channing Dungey is making her mark with some high-profile early renewals.

Shonda Rhimes-produced Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal and How to Get Away With Murder have all been renewed for the 2017-18 broadcast season, the Disney-owned network announced Friday.

The early pickups — typically reserved for the most high-profile shows from important producers — will bring Grey’s into its 14th season, Scandal to its seventh and Murder to its fourth. The fate of fellow Rhimes-produced drama The Catch has not yet been announced as the series will not premiere until Murder ends its run this season.

The early pickups comes as Scandal’s return has helped solidify ABC’s Thursday night, which also marked the return of the network’s “TGIT” branding. Since Scandal’s return, the TGIT lineup has helped ABC win Thursday night for the past three weeks in the core adults 18-49 demographic. Scandal’s Jan. 26 return — which featured the show’s president-elect murdered as he was giving his acceptance speech — helped fuel ABC to season highs.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal and How to Get Away With Murder continue to keep viewers on the edge of their seats and wanting more. I’m thrilled to bring back these shows and the OMG moments that come with them,” Dungey said of the early pickups.

Grey’s, starring Ellen Pompeo,ranks as ABC’s No. 1 show among the advertiser-coveted 18-49 demo, an impressive feat for a show in its 13th season. It’s also a top 10 series in the demo and the No. 3 drama on all of broadcast. Its midseason return on Jan. 26 marked its most-watched telecast since September 2014.

Scandal, starring Kerry Washington and Tony Goldwyn, was bumped to midseason to accommodate star Washington’s second pregnancy. Rhimes has noted that the series will likely feature a reduced episode order as the drama likely heads toward its endgame. The prolific producer has also noted that Scandal isn’t a show that will have the same longevity as a show like Grey’s given the rate in which it burns through plot. (Scandal scripts are 20 pages longer than the typical drama.) The series will mark its 100th episode this season and Dungey told THR in January that they’ve talked about an endgame. “It’s really going to be up to Shonda because she’s the person who really knows where she wants the story to go and where it will play out. I have always said that I will take as much Scandal as she will give me. We are in a universe where she’s comfortable with slightly shorter seasons but my plan is Scandal is back next year and after that, it’ll be a conversation that we’ll have to have.”

Murder, starring Viola Davis and from exec producer and Shondaland disciple Pete Nowalk, returned last month to a season high and its best performance in a year — driven largely by its Scandal lead-in.

Without Scandal at 9 p.m., ABC limped until its return in the slot after opening the season with freshman drama Notorious in the coveted post-Grey’s slot. The drama, which had its order reduced, is not expected to return.

All three shows are produced by Shondaland and exec producer Betsy Beers. They’re from ABC’s sibling studio, ABC Studios, where Rhimes and Beers’ Shondaland banner is under a lucrative overall deal. The company also has Still Star-Crossed (which will change its title) due later this season as well as a drama pilot in contention.

For ABC, these are the first drama renewals for the 2017-18 broadcast season. They join comedy The Middle, produced by Warner Bros. Television, as having scored early pickups. ABC also has at least one new show ordered straight to series for next season in Marvel’s The Inhumans, which will debut in Imax theaters over Labor Day before launching in September with expanded episodes on ABC.

Maybe I’ll Call You Mine (Yoongi)

In which Yoongi isn’t too upset that you’re ruining his badass reputation, as long as he can kiss you whenever he wants.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

There are three rules about Min Yoongi.

High school is a hell of survival and in its noisy corridors of papers flying, guys jeering and girls giggling, the silent whispers of the golden rules are exchanged like a worldwide fact. Everybody knows better than to mess with Min Yoongi if they wanted to live to see the next day.

Everyone that is, except you.

Rule 1 : Min Yoongi never smiles (like, ever).

Spending Friday afternoon at the school library hours after school has been out sorting through just about a thousand library books was not how you had thought your weekend would be starting off.

Yet here you were, stamp in one hand, gigantic pile of books stacked next to you haphazardly as you tried to log, categorize and number them all. You had thought volunteering at the library would mean hours of silent haven, flipping through books and doing basically nothing.

Not running back and forth trying to put books in all the right places and realizing you really were too short for the top shelf besides the fact that it had been hours since you had last seen a bed and probably looked very much like hell.

And it didn’t help that Min Yoongi was staring.

“You know,” you said at last, trying to carry a pile of books way too heavy for you all at once. “It’s rude to stare at people failing at life.”

Yoongi drops what he has been pretending to read for the past twenty minutes (Basketball Through The Ages : A History) and there is tug of the edge of his lips that begins to resemble something of a smile.

But that’s impossible. Min Yoongi never smiles.

“Watching you try to put things in the top shelf you’re a foot too short for seemed like better entertainment,” he says, tugging at his dark bangs that almost fell past his eyes. You blush a little, pouting.

“There was a time chivalry was alive and people would help if they saw someone lacking,” you mumble, standing on your toes to put the encyclopedias in to the upper sections.

“Maybe,” he says, but he gets up anyway, walking over to you and taking the hefty books from your grasp. He’s not too tall himself but even then, he’s able to place all of the books up without any trouble at all and you curse genetics for you being way too small for your own good.

“I guess chivalry isn’t so dead after all,” you say, placing books on the shelves you could actually reach.

“So what do I get for that?” Yoongi asks, hint of playfulness in his voice and you blink at him in surprise. You look around in desperation.

“Here,” you say at last, taking a gold star sticker from the drawer and reaching out to his cheek, lightly sticking it there and smoothing it out with your thumb.

He’s quiet for a moment and you feel like you’ve been too forward too soon. You’re rooted to the spot, blushing so hard, it’s difficult to look anywhere except your feet.

“I’m sorry I -”

And then he’s laughing and it’s a beautiful sound; soft and high pitched and carefree, the kind that makes you feel something in your chest, warm and glorious all at once. Your cheeks tint pinker when he ruffles your hair.

“Do you give gold stars to everyone that helps you out?”

“Only the chivalrous semi-tall kind that help out a damsel in distress,” you smirk.

You both spend the rest of the afternoon sorting through about a hundred more books, Yoongi holding you up by your waist every time a book was too high to reach and you smacking his arm and telling him you could manage on your own as you got redder with every time he picked you up.

He laughs at your reddening cheeks and pinches them lightly and you wonder who the hell said Min Yoongi doesn’t smile.

It may be rare, but Min Yoongi smiles like tangible iridescent sunshine.

Rule 2 : Min Yoongi never shares food (like, ever).

The cafeteria is so packed, you can barely find place to give yourself walking leeway, forget about finding a seat when about ten people are sharing one table. You sigh, eyes scanning every corner of the room even though you’ve lost all hopes of finding anywhere to sit.

Until you see an entire empty table. With only Min Yoongi on it.

“Saving my life again,” you tell him as you slip into the seat next to him. He looks up from his fries and raises an eyebrow.

“Always at hand for the damsel in distress,” he says at last, downing fries with water.

“How the hell did you manage fries and I got eight year old meat?” You say, wrinkling your nose at what the cafeteria lady had plopped onto your tray five minutes ago.

“What can I say? I have a way with the ladies.” You choke, rolling your eyes.

“If only I had some fries right now,” you say, leaning over his shoulder with a dramatic sigh. Yoongi groans.

“Okay, look. If you can catch a fry with your mouth on the first try, you can have all of it.”

You perk up, grinning.

“You’re on.”

Yoongi picks up a fry, aiming carefully at your face. He throws it in slow motion and you catch it in your mouth just a second before it falls to the table, beaming like crazy. He raises his eyebrows again in surprise and pushes his fries to you and it is only then that you realize the whole cafeteria has gone silent. The staring towards the two of you is so blatant, even Yoongi seems to notice as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“Um, Yoongi, I think we should -”

“Yeah,” he says, and you both walk out awkwardly amidst hushed whispering.

Rule 3 : Min Yoongi doesn’t fall in love (like, ever).

It’s the third week in a row Min Yoongi has stayed back after school to help you with library duty and you’re getting more than a little suspicious.

Lucky you don’t mind having him around too much to overlook this fact.

Of course in your dictionary, ‘not minding’ having Yoongi around meant blushing every time he was anywhere near you, stuttering whenever he gave you the rare compliment, and trying to control the butterflies you felt whenever he so much as looked in your general direction.

Not that you were going to tell him this.

“I’m going home,” you say, finishing up with the last of the sorting as Yoongi let you down from his shoulders at last. “Thanks for helping out again, Yoongi-ah.”

“About that,” he says, as you zip your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “I don’t think I can help you out with the library anymore.” You freeze, looking into his eyes with desperation, heart sinking.

“Why?”

He takes a second to phrase his reason. “There was a change of plan.” But you weren’t going to let go that easily.

“Like what?”

“Like the fact that I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with this dorky girl who spends more time in the library than she does with actual people not to mention the fact that she ruins my reputation on a twenty four by seven basis which is getting pretty damn hard to ignore,” he says, smiling so wide, his gums show.

“I thought Min Yoongi doesn’t fall in love,” you say, blushing hard. He shakes his head slowly.

“Like I said, there may have been a slight change in plans,” he says, reaching down and finding your lips which he presses lightly against his own. You close your eyes, hands finding his shirt and tugging him closer. When you pull away, he’s flushed and grinning.

“This is what I meant by ruining my reputation.”

But Yoongi doesn’t mind too much because he gets about ten gold stars for that kiss that day.


Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (8/15)

Originally posted by mapiyahuyana

AU Summary:Y/N finishes her first mission and shares information about her family. 

Notes: filler chapter to fix some plot holes and reveal a bit of Y/N’s background

Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

MASTERLIST


The people inside the cells have been released and taken care of. Hawkeye had to land the jet and speak to the people since neither Tony, Steve nor y/n spoke Chinese. They had medics came in and checked their health and their background. Transportation has been given to those in need and shelter for the victims. It was protocol.

“FRIDAY, are you done yet?” Stark groaned as he spun around the chair he found in front of the control Chinese base control panel.

“The encryption is most complex, sir. I have yet to crack the passwords.” FRIDAY answered.

“Damn Chinese smartasses.” he mumbled then stood up and stretched his legs. “How long till then?”

“About 20 minutes more, sir.”

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Sleep Talker - Bucky x Reader

Plot: Reader (Y/N) falls asleep during a movie and wakes up to find that she has talked in her sleep, revealing her feelings for Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,963

Warnings: Some language, indications of smut, [slight] spoiler for Finding Nemo if you haven’t seen it in the last 12 years??

Originally posted by buckynsebimagines

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After nearly thirty minutes, Tony finally picked out the movie he wanted to watch for his mandatory weekly ‘Avengers bonding session’, as he called them. 

“This is the one, my friends, Finding Nemo.” Tony held up the movie as he walked over to the TV to insert it into the DVD player. You rolled your eyes, but made your way over to the couch and sat down on the edge to lean your head against the armrest.

Nat and Clint snuggled up in the chair to the left of the couch. Steve, Sam, and Bruce all found spots on the floor. Thor was still in the kitchen eating pop-tarts. Wanda and Pietro sat in beanbag chairs to your right. Tony sat on the other end of the couch and Bucky made his way into the middle, right next to you. On the outside, you managed to stay calm and collected, but on the inside your stomach was doing backflips.

You had been apart of the Avengers for nearly a year. Ever since then, Bucky has not only been a mentor to you, but also one of your best friends, and the person you have secretly been in love with since you were recruited to the team. And no matter how hard you tried to fight off the feelings you have for Bucky, it always seemed to make things worse.

There were many times that you two sat next to each other during movie or game nights, but for the last few weeks, you’ve found it extremely difficult to focus on anything but Bucky. When they were focused on you, his gray eyes would sparkle, especially as he would smile. You loved his eyes, and they were your favorite things about him, though you really couldn’t find anything you disliked.

Once the movie started, you realized how exhausted you were from the mission earlier that day. Your eyelids became heavy as you tried your hardest to keep them open to watch, but as the diver was scooping the little clown fish into a fish net, you found yourself dozing off.

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Is it Friday yet? We definitely know how this red fox feels. 🐺

It’s a leap and a miss for this red fox that was hunting for a snack in Yellowstone National Park’s Hayden Valley. By leaping, the fox avoids the noise of running at the target, which would alert his prey to danger. Better luck next time buddy! Video by Dale Bohlke, National Park Service.

Imagine how much that heart means to Even. The craziness and miscommunication in Isak and Even’s relationship has all been because Even is mentally ill. Then he finally decides to be with Isak but tries his hardest to hide his mental illness from Isak, like when he told Sonja not to call. Isak and Even are having the perfect night at the hotel then everything changes. And it’s all out of Even’s control. He tried so hard to keep his mental illness a secret out of fear of loosing isak. But his mind betrayed him. What went through his mind when he eealized what happened Friday night? Then he starts sending Isak text after text of basically love letters only to get the response “please stop texting me”. Even didnt do anything wrong yet he has been feeling like he’s lost the guy he loves because of something that he will never be able to change. Hes probably been thinking no one else will ever love him but Sonja. How much has he blamed and hated himself, this part of who he is? How hopeless has he felt? That heart. This ❤. This is hope. That single heart has probably just changed Even’s life. Literally. Thank you Isak

YOOO I JUST REALIZED

THE LETTER SHE WROTE IN CANADA

WHERE TF DID IT GO

is that how she’s gonna remember everything? and him?

Cutting has become addicting. I think that’s the worst ever.

July 28, 2015 | 11:23 am

Hey so I haven’t written for quite a while. ‘bout time I tell the story about my visit to the psychiatrist.

We went last Friday. i was so nervous. I thought I was gonna cry during the session, but I didn’t. I just talked and talked. I also told her that I’m bisexual and she promised not to tell my mom. I haven’t told everything to her yet, but it was amazing. She was just listening and writing down stuff and asking me a bunch of questions. She was forcing me to remember everything, like for how many days have I been feeling down and all, and of course I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t remember everything. She asked if she could look at my scars. I showed her the cuts on my wrists, but not on my thighs. What’s amazing though, she didn’t ask me to stop self-harming, unlike everybody else. I feel like she understands that it’s not easy to just give it up. But I still don’t trust her completely. We just had our first session after all. 

She prescribed me with a bunch of medications like antidepressants, antipsychotics, sleeping pills. Lexapro, Abilify, etc.. I think the antipsychotics are supposed to stop me from self-harm, I think it’s not working yet though, I still cut, pull my hair and scratch myself. Cutting has become addicting. I think that’s the worst ever.

In the end she told me that I have anxiety and that she’s still not sure because we’ve only had one session but I have symptoms of bipolar disorder, anxiety, depression, borderline personality disorder and obsessive compulsive disorder.

My brother has cancer

Hey all. I found out yesterday my brother has cancer. He will have a cat scan next Friday to see if it’s spread, and to get a treatment plan. We are hopeful it hasn’t spread beyond his digestive tract because he is young (49), and very healthy otherwise. So first thing will be surgery, then chemo and radiation. I’m so worried about him. I can’t even tell you how scary this is.

In terms of content, I may need to preoccupy myself and keep posting, or I may need to take a break. Or a combo of the two. I just don’t know yet.

Anyway, if you guys could pray/send positive thoughts his way, I would really appreciate it. This guy is one of the most important men in my life, and the thought of losing him breaks my heart.

Powerhouse Live has announced a fourth date in the US leg of the WINGS tour that will take place in Chicago on Wednesday, March 29th at the Allstate Arena.

Tickets go on sale Friday, January 6th, at 4PM local time (to the venue). The seating chart is not available as of yet.

If you have already purchased tickets for Anaheim or Newark… I feel for you. Try going to Twitter to see if you can find someone that wants to buy your ticket. I believe the Twitter account for various WINGS tour projects is helping people facilitate that. 

If you need help or advice regarding the tour, purchasing tickets, how to plan your trips for the concert, or anything at all - my askbox and messages are always open! Good luck, everyone. :)

lets talk about ms cammie morgan and mr zachary goode anD THE WHOLE JOURNEY FROM THE START

  • the whole gallagher girl thingy zach has and when they first meet and she sURPRISES him when she calls him blackthorne boy 
  • the m&ms in the elevator dont deny you fell in love since that very first moment
  • the fact that zach KNOWS CAMMIE like her code name is the chameleon SHE LITERALLY KNOWS HOW TO DISAPPEAR FROM A CROWD yet zach always tends to find her 
  • that first kiss. enough said
  • zach being so worried about cammie he literally follows her - in costume - to every stop in the Winters/McHenry campaign
  • the jacket
  • I’M NOT EVEN GOING TO MENTION THAT WHOLE LAST SCENE OR ELSE IM GOING TO CRY really hard
  • “happy new year gallagher girl”
  • the whole tombs thing please just that whole scene was so epic and powerful and so very important
  • RUN AWAY WITH ME i mean zach wants to protect cammie so BADLY it’s so obvious and he is so worried something might happen to her so he tells her to run away with him that they can just run until it’s safe that they can keep EACH OTHER SAFE 
  • also another point because so many kisses between these two they are always welcomed thank you ally carter
  • so of course cammie does what she think it’s best for everyone: she runs away AND WE LATER KNOWN WHAT WENT ON BETWEEN THOSE MONTHS SHE WASNT THERE AND ZACH GOODE PEOPLE. he broke down he didn’t know what to do to find cammie he did everything he could he ran away just like her he went to search her 
  • but he didn’t find her
  • can you even imagine his face whenever he thought about cammie and THINK OF THE WORSE OF WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER PROBABLY 
  • “where did you go? when you were looking for me?” “crazy i went crazy”
  • when cammie tells her she is not crazy and zach understands her and he probably is worried sick about her but he understands everything she went through + first time she thinks she kinda loves him /sobs
  • book 6 is couple-y zach and cammie ??? everything we wanted??? 
  • “i just see you” THAT WAS SO SWOONY WORTHY OKAY
  • please let us not forget the epilogue and cammie and zach grown-up thank you very much we will keep that in our memory
  • i dont know if i forgot something i dont remember all but if i did feel free to add them 
Cooking Problems

Short, quick oneshot for the Wholesome week thing. Not very refined, but wholesome. A little rushed, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to get anything out for today. Just enough trash for one day. Enjoy!


One would think that it shouldn’t be too hard for a princess to learn how to cook. After all, it only required some basic measuring skills, the ability to read and follow instructions, and some stirring and whisking and whatnot. Yet whenever Star tried to cook or bake anything, she made it seem like rocket science. She and Marco had been trying for the past hour to make a cake for Mrs. Diaz’s birthday. So far, they’d ruined two mixing bowls, broken five spatulas, covered the floor with flour, covered the ceiling with sugar, accidentally summoned an ancient cake monster from an era before mankind, and still had no cake to show for their efforts. Star sat down in a pile of flour, her spirits crushed.

“Ah, shucks, Marco,” she pouted, shoulders heavy, eyes glued to the floor. “I’m such a failure. I can’t even make a simple cake. How am I going to be queen?” She stuffed her face into her legs and curled up into a little ball. “I’m such a disappointment.”

Marco felt bad looking down at his bestie’s mood, as anyone would. He knelt down next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Come on, Star, you aren’t useless and you know it. Could a useless person take on ten monsters on her own and come out without a scratch?”

Star shrugged unenthusiastically. “Eh, I guess.”

Marco sighed. Things had started out much better that day. He’d been working on a science project when his door had been slammed open.

“Marco, Marco, Marco!” Star shouted, almost literally bouncing off the walls.

Marco’s body had gone rigid at the raucous noise. He slowly unfroze and turned to face her. He gave her a mild glare. “Star,” his sarcasm had gotten better over the past few months, “Believe it or not, ‘knocking on the door’ is not a tradition lost to the past.”

Star waved her hands. “Forget about that, Marco. Do you know what today is?”

“Uhh-“

“Not ‘uhh’ day.” She rolled her eyes and gave him a sassy look. “Any you’re supposed to be the smart one.” Before Marco could make a quick retort, she continued. “It’s your mother’s birthday, dummy! We need to make her a cake.”

Marco blinked. “It’s my mom’s birthday? How did I forget?” Then he looked up, suddenly even more confused. “Wait, how did you know?”

Star brushed her hair out of her face with a mix of grace and ‘ha’. “I looked on the calendar.” Marco slapped himself in the face and mentally kicked himself in the butt. “Anyways, we need to bake a cake, and I have awful baking skills, soooooooooooo…”

“So, what?”

She gave him a saucy glance. “So, I need your help to make the cake!”

Marco sighed. On one hand, his science project was due in only a couple of more days and still needed a lot of work. He needed as much time as possible to make it worthy of an A. On the other hand, he hadn’t been able to hang out with Star much recently. He’d been hanging out with Jackie, working on a larger supply of homework, etc. He hadn’t seen Star in a mood this good for a while, and she’d probably bother him until he helped her out.

He sighed. “Alright, let’s go.”

Star burst with excitement. “Yay, thanks Marco.” She gave him a huge hug, one a little tighter than their previous hugs. Marco thought nothing of it. It had been a while.

Baking had started out simple enough. Getting the ingredients all together didn’t take long, although there was a short argument on whether glitter should be added. Star proudly proclaimed that glitter makes everything better, but Marco countered that they hadn’t made her brownies at the sleepover any better. Marco won the argument. Problems started to arise when instructions became involved. Star felt that any temperature under five hundred degrees Fahrenheit was too weak for her cake. While Marco tried to adjust the temperature, Star began adding in all the ingredients. She tried to mix the items together, but it didn’t take long for things to get out of hand. She tried using magic to stir faster, and soon a mess appeared. One thing led to another, and next thing you know, they’re facing off against an ancient being of tremendous power.

Having gone through all of that, Marco could understand why Star felt so distraught. He tapped her on the shoulder and softly whispered, “Star?”

She looked up at him miserably. “What?”

Marco gave her a sad, tiny smile. “If you’ve messed up, than I guess we’ve both messed up. And do you know what that makes us?”

“Useless? Trash? Mistakes?”

Marco shook his head and bopped her on the nose. “It makes us mess-up twins.”

Star’s face went blank for a second, and then her eyes brighten up. She let out a small giggle, followed by a snort. Marco joined in her laughter.

“Star,” Marco began, his words both warm and genial, “I won’t lie. You do tend to make messes from time to time. But I can’t say that I’ve never enjoyed a single one of them.”

Star’s cheeks blushed a deep red. “Thanks, Marco. You always know how to cheer me up.”

He smiled. Then he looked around the room and frowned. “Enjoyable or not, this mess has to go.”

Star’s smile wavered. “But I’m not sure if-“

Marco grabbed her hand that held her wand. “Yes you can. Just believe.”

Intense heat spread throughout all of Star’s body. Her red blush grew deeper. Her wand started to glow purple, even without her saying anything. A burst of light went throughout the room, and the mess was cleaned up and replaced with a shiny kitchen. A large chocolate cake lay on the counter. Star’s eyes went wide.

“How- how did you know that-“

Marco frowned, looking genuinely confused. “Know what?”

“Uh, know that it would clean up the mess?”

Marco looked around, then shrugged. “I didn’t know. All I know is that I’ve doubt you in the past, and that hasn’t gotten us very far.”

Star gave him a humble grin. “Well, I can be impulsive. Like the oven temperature and the magic stirring. Honestly, I’m surprised that I haven’t told you about my crush on you yet!” A half second later, panic jolted through her body.

Marco laughed. “I know, right?” Then he blinked. “Wait, what was-“ But as he looked back down to where Star had been, she was gone. Marco called out her name, but all he got back was:

“Can’t talk right now, busy!”

Marco frowned, and then shrugged. Star was Star. He was sure that if there was anything seriously important, he could count on Star to be open with him.

Unexpected

Title: Unexpected

Athlete: Tyler Seguin

Word Count: 1,169

Requested?: No

Author’s Note:  A little blurb about Tyler’s injury I thought of while at work this evening.

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Leaning back from the kitchen counter you peered into the living room seeing Tyler was still asleep, Marshall and Cash were curled up along the bottom of the couch watching after him.  This was not how you had expected to spend your Friday.

You had been cheering along with everyone in the arena last night when you saw Tyler hobble off the ice; you were instantly concerned but knew better than to jump to conclusions.  The news when you made it to the locker room was it didn’t look good and they were going to get it checked out further.

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Chapter 113: Their Peaceful Night

Note: Posting this a lot later then I had expected since I get home so late from work every night. T>T This novel has so many idioms. It’s quite painful sometimes so I ignore them. 

I swear I love Gu Hai so much. He’s so childish and not so innocence it makes me all giddy giddy. Hahaha Bai Luo Yin you mad lucky! And vice versa, cause you know I like Bai Luo Yin’s cold exterior. He’s such a tsundere. XD

Tell me how you are liking the story so far!! 

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Ignore the grammars and enjoy this chapter! (๑★ .̫ ★๑)

Book One: Throbbing Youth

Chapter 113: Their Peaceful Night

         It was Friday again. The blanket was extremely warm, so warm that that no one wanted to wake up. Bai Luo Yin opened his still sleepy eyes; his eyes fell on the window sill, the sky was already bright, yet it seemed to be leaden with overcast. This kind of weather caused people to question the time.

        He wanted to reach over, grab his phone and look at it, but the blankets were tucked in so tight that his arm was just slightly out of reach; no wonder he was so relaxed.

        “5:20 AM, it’s still early.”

        Bai Luo Yin grumbled. He wanted to shut his eyes and get some more sleep, but his eyes inadvertently fell upon the layer of white fluff on the window’s frame.

        It’s snowing?

Bai Luo Yin forced his eyes wide open and carefully looked outside, indeed it was snowing. It was the first snowfall since winter started and it looked to be a huge one. Although, snow created an inconvenience, but to see it fall from the sky and transforming the world into a white paradise would nevertheless make one excited.

Bai Luo Yin sat up and felt the blanket the blanket beside him, it was already cool.

How long has Gu Hai been gone?

        Driving slowly was necessary when it snows since the road would be slippery, so without a doubt, he woke up earlier than the usual.

         Gu Hai had just stopped the car near the entrance of the apartment, when he saw Bai Luo Yin’s shadow standing in the snow; a thin layer of snow had already gathered on his head and shoulder.

        “Why are you out? It’s so cold…”

        Gu Hai’s hand brushed against Bai Luo Yin’s icy cheeks…they were so cold.

        “Quickly go inside! If you come out, you should at least know not to wear so little!”

        Gu Hai’s thick eyebrows knitted together as if to lecture a child, cursing and pretending to kick Bai Luo Yin’s buttocks. Bai Luo Yin was wearing a long sweater, the especially thick kind, so kicking him was the same like kicking the blanket; there were no feelings whatsoever, contrariwise, it was like shaking of snowflakes.

         Honestly, the road looked so slippery; Bai Luo Yin was afraid Gu Hai had a car, but once he saw him returned, his heart steadied. [was free from anxiety]

        The steaming hot meat bun, congee topped with thinly sliced pickled vegetables, along with the soy milk, were one by one placed on the table. Bai Luo Yin rubbed his hands and was just about to move his chopsticks, when he saw sweat dripping down from Gu Hai’s hair, his forehead was soaked; it definitely doesn’t look like melted snow; without a doubt it was sweat.

        “Why are you sweating?” asked Bai Luo Yin.

        “There was a car accident on the road ahead causing traffic. Honestly, I couldn’t wait, so I got out and ran.” said Gu Hai as he carefully wiped the sweat away from his forehead.

        Bai Luo Yin [from the bottom of his heart]* was deeply moved, and his heart ached just a bit.

        Gu Hai saw that Bai Luo Yin didn’t eat anything, and was brightly looking at him, that he couldn’t help but invoke a smile from the corner of his lip.

        “Are you touched? If you’re touched, then let me do you once.” said Gu Hai.

        The gentle gaze that had just risen up from Bai Luo Yin’s eyes became frozen.

        “Gu Hai, you jerk! Sooner or later, you’re going to be ruined by your mouth.”

        Gu Hai laughed deviously, paying no attention.

        After eating breakfast, his whole body was warm. Before heading out, Gu Hai placed a down coat on Bai Luo Yin.

        “Have you seen anyone wearing a wool coat and a down coat?**”

        Bai Luo Yin thought that it was ridiculous and tore off the down coat.

        “I want you to wear it, so wear it. Who are you trying to please by wearing so little?” Gu Hai’s tone was quite stern. He insisted on placing putting the down coat on Bai Luo Yin’s body.

        Bai Luo Yin refused to submit even if he died, “Then why don’t you wear it uh?”

        Gu Hai energetically said, “I’m not cold.”

        “I’m not cold either!” Bai Luo Yin shouted angrily.

        Gu Hai pointed at Bai Luo Yin’s forehead, “Are you looking for trouble?”

        Bai Luo Yin repeated himself, “You don’t want to wear it then why should I?”

        Gu Hai grinded his teeth ad ruthlessly poked at Bai Luo Yin’s forehead, then stepped back into the bedroom. He returned with another down jacket with in his hand and wore it, lowered his chin, motioning Bai Luo Yin to wear it as well.

        Bai Luo Yin not only wore the down jacket, but he grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around Gu Hai’s neck.

        Gu Hai walked toward the door when suddenly his neck became warmer. He looked down and there…a red scarf, was wrapped recklessly around his neck.

        He turned around and looked at Bai Luo Yin’s expressionless face.

        Gu Hai, as if awakening from a dream, casually asked: “You’re afraid I’ll be cold, but you’re too embarrassed to say it. You’re sure trying your best not to wear more clothes huh?”

        Bai Luo Yin didn’t admit or deny it.

        Unable to express the contentment that has attacked his heart, Gu Hai placed his hands on Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder, pulling him toward him. The strength in his hands were heavy, yet his voice was extremely warm, “Yin Zi, you’re so good to me.”

        Bai Luo Yin casted a side-glance at Gu Hai, “Not better than you are to me.”

        Gu Hai smirked and intentionally asked, “How am I good to you?”        

        “You’re good to me, but just a bit stupid.”

        Ei…what kind of judgement is this? Gu Hai was little confused.  

        Bai Luo Yin’s lips curved into a slight smile, it wasn’t obvious, but it was absolutely brilliant. Similar to the snowflakes that covered the ground; how it just naturally settled there, yet it allowed the whole world to brighten up.

        Their outfit made them look like two stupid bears. They weren’t able to run so they opted to walked slowly instead. If they were going to be late anyways, they might as well take their  time  and enjoy the snowy scenery.

        Gu Hai noticed that the flowers’ and gifts’ shops were all open really early, with exquisitely looking apples hanging from the entrance.

        “It’s Christmas Eve?” asked Gu Hai.

         Bai Luo Yin was also not sure, “I guess so.”

        Gu Hai looked at his cellphone. Indeed, it was.

        It seems, not having a girl around wasn’t good. What guy would care to remember these kind of things?

        Sure enough, not only were they late for class but there were no one in there. Only a few students were at the playground; perhaps everyone was out shoveling snow.

Bai Luo Yin wanted to put his school bag on his desk when he discovered that there were tons of apples sitting on it; there were even some in desk compartment. It was the same for Gu Hai. Don’t even mention You Qi’s desk. If you look at the three desk in a row, it was quite a magnificent sight.

        Bai Luo Yin and Gu Hai found where the class were and participated in the cleaning team.

        “Gu Hai, let’s switch shovels,” said Bai Luo Yin.

        As Gu Hai turned around, a snowball came flying toward his face. The bridge of his nose exploded as he shut his eyes. When he opened his eyes, Bai Luo Yin had run far ahead already.

        “You bastard! You playing dirty?”

        Gu Hai threw the shovel down and chased after him.

The two were having so much fun that even the other students couldn’t help but joined them; they were scattered all around in small groups and then they started to attack each other.  The result was a massive snowball fight.

Although, they were all high school students, every single one of them, still had a childlike innocence.

        Afterwards, their clothes were thoroughly soaked. At that moment, Bai Luo Yin thought that Gu Hai was especially wise; the other students were soaked to the point that their shoulders were trembling, but Gu Hai and him, even after they took of their wool jacket, they still had their down coat.

        You Qi gave Bai Luo Yin an apple shaped lighter; Bai Luo Yin kept quiet and picked it up.

        Gu Hai, on the contrary, wasn’t even a little be secretive, he patted Bai Luo Yin’s shoulder and said, “A girl gave this scarf to me. She even said that she hand-knitted it. What do you think she means by this?“

Bai Luo Yin said coldly, "She fancies for you.”

Gu Hai was very pleased with Bai Luo Yin’s response, though his mind was not satisfied and he continued to ask: “Then, do you think I should give it back to her? She did knit it for me with good intentions. If I give it back to her, she would be hurt.”

“Then you should keep it.”

Gu Hai still wanted to say something else, when Bai Luo Yin stretch his hand out to stopped him, “It’s your problem, don’t ask me.”

The real meaning was: It’s up to you!

        Gu Hai paused for a bit, “How about I wear it?”

        Bai Luo Yin’s back suddenly stiffened up.

        Gu Hai kept on tapping Bai Luo Yin’s back, “Turn around, does it look good?”

        Bai Luo Yin did pay attention to Gu Hai; the muscles in his cheeks tighten; a breeze of cold air swept by his eyes.

Gu Hai laughed and he mumbled to himself, “Forget it, it’s better to give it back to her, since I don’t like it and I don’t want to give her any delusion thoughts.”

Bai Luo Yin’s stiffened muscles, suddenly relaxed. Even he didn’t realize that the expression in his eyes held a great deal of displeasure. Actually, Gu Hai could entirely be a little bit more excessive about it and the result would be even more evident, but he couldn’t. He really couldn’t. Even if he was at an advantage, he doesn’t want Bai Luo Yin to suffer much.

Today was Friday, originally, they should have returned home, but they ended up taking a stroll on the streets. It was probably because of how lively it was outside that made them wanted to go for a walk. There were young lovers everywhere, carrying fresh flowers, stuffed animals, chocolate…it doesn’t matter what store it was, the entrance all had those kinds of gifts.

Gu Hai rubbed his hands together, it was quite cold.

Bai Luo Yin’s footsteps stopped at the door of a small store; he pointed at the gloves hanging there and asked: “How much is that?”

“45 kuai” [about $7.50]

Bai Luo Yin paid for it and when he was about to give it to Gu Hai, all of a sudden, he found that Gu Hai was gone. He twisted his head around. Gu Hai had run off to the corner store and bought the same glove.

In the end, Gu Hai was the first to put the glove on Bai Luo Yin’s hands, as well as, stole his line.

“There’s nothing good to give, so just take this.”

Bai Luo Yin couldn’t help but smile and took the gloves that he was holding [bought] and put in on Gu Hai’s.

You and I are both guys; I can not think of anything to please you, so here’s a little something.

On the way home, by chance, they passed by the international theatre, the television display screens were broadcasting the New Year Eve’s special performance. Gu Hai stopped, looked at Bai Luo Yin and said, “How about we watch a movie?”

Bai Luo Yin was a bit dumbfounded, he hasn’t been in this kind of place for a really long time. The last time he was at the movie theatre was, when he accompanied Shi Hui. He can’t even recall the title of the movie; all he remembered was that Shi Hui cried a lot. Geez, he doesn’t even know who the actors were.

         Bai Luo Yin was hesitant for a second before he followed Gu Hai into the theatre.

        There were a lot of Christmas’ movies; it was all put into different categories. There were romance movie, older movies, etc…Gu Hai and Bai Luo Yin carefully picked one. They thought that number 8 was most suitable for them: it was a monotone movie with gunfights, horror and explosions.

        After entering, as far as they can see, all the seats were pretty much empty; there were only a few audience member.

        “It’s really peaceful!”

        “Nonsense! Who watches a horror and violence movie on Christmas’ Eve?”

        People either wanted to go to love hotels, or watch a romance movie and when they’re tired, they could lay on each others shoulder and take a nap.

Who would be like them! They weren’t tired at all and the more they watched, the more excited they were. When the third part started, in the very spacious, Room number 8, they were the only two left! They were so excited that they recklessly screamed and shouted without constraint.        

Only until the ending song started, did the two mutually placed their head toward each others shoulder. As a result, their heads ended up against each other. The lights were still sparkling in their jet black eyes.

        “That 300 yuan was totally worth it!” said Gu Hai. ($50usd)

        “That was the most satisfying movie I’ve ever seen since in my life.”

Said Bai Luo Yin.

        After being silent for quite a while, they moved their head away, looked at each other and laughed; with weary faces, they left the theatre.

———– 

**down jacket also known as puffer/marsh mellow jacket

Look forward to Chapter 114: A Strange Phone Call !  Are you addicted?

The original Chinese novel is written by Chai Jidan.
I do not own any of it’s content.
I am merely a translator.

I had been coding all day on Friday. I think it might have settled the mind, reeling through all that logic, both for the act of it and the success of having done it.

My voice become low, comfortable, and I felt no anxiety in speaking with my advisor to show him the results. My advisor – who when I first started working with him intimidated me so much with how much respect I have for him that I could barely stand to approach him at all. And yet like that, a short instant, a short discussion about the results brought a piece of publishable science to fruition. Then, a burst of conversation – energy, eyes flitting and scribbling on paper on his side, calm wrapping-of-the-mind, eyes gazing and commenting on the conversation on my side – about which analyses are best to use for how to best make the case for our results.

I don’t know where all my anxieties went that usually accompany me at every step. Our result is in applied mathematics, essentially, and I felt like I was at ease in a hot bath while discussing it. The mind was clear. And, even more, the science came to fruition in a matter of minutes, while I have hitherto only experienced a science result wrought into being, slowly, torturously, and through squinting eyes at many figures and tables.

I can see how one can get addicted to this. We found a piece of knowledge, we hopped a few jumps in logic and found a piece of knowledge waiting to be picked up, is how it felt. It felt like a small hit of a drug, and the companionship behind it, the human element of the science, felt so intimate. The confusion of our results for the past few months were elucidated, corrected, accounted for and a large swath of literature, in the course of a few minutes, proven wrong. And I am especially pleased our result is applied mathematics, which is the PhD I want for MD-PhD programs.

And Friday night, a sense of relaxed accomplishment. We shall bring a piece of knowledge to light. Then Saturday, an excited scrambling of ideas about how best to show what we found with pen and paper.

I am going to be published, likely in two papers – one in comp neuro, one in applied mathematics – within the next bit of time.