i listen to atmosphere

Always hold onto that light in the dark. 

the letter (day xiv) ♡ 170618 
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today’s couple story was very cheerful. the two had a print out that said: “newlywed(?) couple for four years” and were holding it up very obviously so jonghyun said: “i guess i can’t help but interview you!”. jonghyun asked how the husband proposed and he said that he danced to “sherlock” at the wedding ceremony. the husband along sang along to “바퀴 (where are you)”. jonghyun asked if there was anything he hopes for from his wife, to which he said: “let’s have a baby”. jonghyun’s eyes became really wide at that. 

jonghyun: i hope you can set the mood while listening to my songs. i have many songs with that kind of atmosphere … masterpiece songs … ㅎㅅㅎ

How I Overcame Reader’s Block (And So Can You!)

As a kid, I adored reading.  Okay, more specifically, I enjoyed reading about dragons, but that’s not the issue here.  

It frequently coincided with my equally as intense love of climbing trees, and some of my fondest memories involve being perched in a small tree and reading some hopelessly goofy, dragon-related literature while my mom and toddler siblings used the playground equipment.  If no climbable trees were available, I’d settle for reading under one and drinking a thermos of chocolate milk while they ran around in the park. 

As I got older, my tastes got a little more eclectic as I encountered Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Anne Shirley, the residents of Narnia and Middle Earth, respectively, and much to my mother’s horror, Stephen King, but my passion remained more or less the same.    

Bottom line is, I loved reading.  It was my paramount joy, my primary source of entertainment, and I didn’t think that would ever change.

So imagine my shock when, around my sophomore year of college at the age of seventeen, it occurred to me that I hadn’t really read for pleasure since I discovered the Hunger Games a year or two prior.  Moreover, and equally as horrifically, when I tried to read I found I couldn’t focus;  regardless of the quality of the story and how much I wanted to read it, the investment was gone.

Whether this was due to my first stint with organized education (prior to college, I was homeschooled) or the fact that I’d grown accustomed to the bite-sized chunks of candy-flavored, insubstantial information served up by the internet, the sad and simple fact was that I had fallen out of love with reading, and it looked like it was going to stay that way forever.   

Well, flash forward two-point-five years to Present-Day Brooksie, and since school got out in early May, I’ve read Chuck Palahniuk’s Make Something Up: Stories You Can’t Unread, Ruth Ware’s In a Dark, Dark Wood, Emma Straub’s The Vacationers, Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, and Celeste Ng’s Everything I Never Told You.  Despite the disappointing lack of dragons, I loved all of them.    

I drink books like nectar again, if you’ll pardon the floral language, and everything from the quality of my writing to the quality of my life has improved as a result of it.  

So how did I fall back in love with reading?  Well, I’ve spent a lot of time pontificating on this, and as far as I can tell, it can be narrowed down to three factors:

1.  Reading every day.

It started with lunch.  Every day, when I’d sit down at my university cafe, I used to get out my laptop and watch YouTube or whatnot while I ate my sandwich – a cool idea in theory, but really sort of gross whenever I rubbed my greasy fingers on the mouse and keyboard. 

When I made a conscious decision to read more, I began taking out my book and reading during the lunch period instead.  It didn’t come naturally at first – I was easily distracted and kept zoning out – but I ultimately found it very pleasant, especially when I listened to some classical music in the background as well (nice for atmosphere, and for drowning out noise and distractions.)  

I kept doing it.  

When that summer rolled around, I rediscovered an amazing little outdoor cafe by the harbor.  It had no wifi, which for my purposes, was absolutely perfect.

I went there to read Good Omens and eat home baked lemon squares, pie, and banana bread, listening to international tourists speak in other languages, and watch the boats go by.  It was a beautiful environment, and that (coupled with the fact that Good Omens is just really fucking awesome) made it easier than ever for me to want to stay longer and become more engrossed in what I was reading.

Afterwards, I’d take out my notebook and work on my own stories and journal.  Overall, I’d say that summer was one of the most intellectually productive I’ve had.  

Once school started again, it got a little harder to read every day, but by then my love of reading had pretty much caught:  it had become an intellectual drug for me again, a source of comfort, pleasure, and inspiration.  Also, it was another viable excuse to procrastinate on my academic responsibilities, which was always welcome.  So I kept reading.  It was still a relatively slow process, as I had to work around my already busy schedule, but the more I read the more adept I became at drinking in the information in hungry, satisfying gulps (a bit more suggestive than I’d initially intended that metaphor to be, but I’m going to go with it.)

But this isn’t to say that there were no bumps in the road back to bibliophilia.  There was another factor that I had to grasp before I reached the point where I could unabashedly adore reading once again.

Which is: 

2.  Reading what excites me.

No, I’m not speaking sexually, you pervert.  I’m talking about books I actually want to read.  

When I first started trying to get back into literature, I started trying to read the classics exclusively, like Around the World in Eighty Days and Little Women.  Let me be clear, these books are amazing (excluding the jarring amounts of racism and endorsements of British colonialism in the former) but after semesters of reading similar works for my literature seminars, they just felt a little like…academia.  

In fact, the only reason I was insistent on reading classics exclusively, I now realize, was because I was a pretentious, pseudo intellectual little shit back in those days with a horrible case of impostor syndrome.  What I needed to re-learn was what dragon-loving, Ten-Year-Old Brooksie long since already knew: the best way to enjoy reading is to read what you actually enjoy.

It was a lesson I slowly but surely remastered, and it took me a while to realize that modern literature is teaming with smart, enriching reads, like Life of Pi, American Gods, Where’d You Go Bernadette, The Twelve Tribes of Hattie, The Help, Everything I Never Told You, and countless others.  

Moreover, these were books I didn’t have to force myself to read;  they were books I found myself reading at four AM because I didn’t want to stop.  

I’ve also discovered classics that I can eat up in a matter of days, like A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Which absolutely everyone should read, by the way:  Francie Nolan is a feminist icon, and way, way ahead of her time, not to mention it’s fucking hilarious and will make you cry like a little bitch), Jane Eyre, and basically anything written by Jane Austen.  I love these books for their sharp wit, applicable and timeless life observations, and striking lack of the pretentiousness that I’d come to associate with a lot of classic literature.

This summer, I my reading list includes Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse 5, Douglas Adams’ The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club, Louis Sachar’s Holes, Anthony Doerr’s All the Light We Cannot See, and Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys.  I’m looking forward to reading each and every one of them. 

Ultimately, the point I’m trying to make here is that there’s no joy to be found in pretentiousness:  don’t read to prove yourself as an intellectual.  Read to enrich your soul, read what you legitimately enjoy, and read what inspires you.  

Which brings me to my next and final point…   

3.  Reading what inspires me.

This one might be true specifically for my fellow authors, but since I know a large portion of my followers are fellow authors, I think it’s applicable here.  

Ever since I was an infinitesimally small child, I’ve wanted to write stories.  When I was fourteen I wrote a hopelessly angsty YA novel about a half-dragon girl named Freedom and her misadventures with an ambiguously lesbian vampire and werewolf duo, a seductive and ambiguously bisexual elf (it was a time of self discovery for me), and a talking lion.  When I was eleven, I wrote a middle grade novel about a little boy who befriends a dragon.  When I was four, I wrote *ahem!* drew wordless stories about a winged wolf-creature named Starlight and his (in retrospect, overtly gory) battles with monsters.

It was bizarre, cringey, and I’m not gonna lie, pretty fucking awesome.  

Around the time I started college at around sixteen, I’d just decided I wanted to start writing again.  I had lots of ideas, and I remember in detail getting yelled at by my manager for scribbling in my notebook behind the counter instead of dutifully smiling at customers the way I was supposed to.  

But my writing was…well, to put it bluntly, it was really, really bad.  It only began to improve when I resolved to write every day.  It noticeably and drastically began to improve when I began to read works that I found creatively inspiring. 

While I was revising my manuscript, I read a lot of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, both masters of the kind of urban fantasy I was attempting to write,  and spent a lot of time figuring out what I loved most about their writing and how to best apply it.  This was also around the time I began reading Douglas Adams, which was, let me tell you, a magical experience.  It involved a lot of delighted gasping on my end and thinking you’re allowed to do that?

It really showed me what the barriers were for creative writing, or in this case, total lack thereof.

I think I owe these writers a lot for helping me to create several novel-length manuscripts I’m incredibly proud of, and one that I’m currently preparing to get published.

So in closing, for anyone suffering from reader’s block, feel free to try my approach:  read every day, read what you love and not to stoke your ego, and for my writer peeps, read what inspires you.

Either way, my books and I are enjoying a passionate long-term relationship, and every day I find myself loving them more.

Kenma has never been good with words. 

He observes Tetsurou’s dark circles when he comes home from work every night, in turn kissing them all, a silent “i’m glad to be home”. Tetsurou never complains, though. He loves teaching little kids about chemistry and physics and the secrets of the universe. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s wearing a pair of ratty old sweats, eating popcorn and laughing at really bad movies with the rest of them. And he always brings back leftover candy from school.

He observes Keiji’s mouth, a slight droop of lips indicating his discomfort at having to work overtime at the hospital. Keiji never complains, though. He loves helping people. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s at home, absorbed in a good book, his head on one of their laps, enjoying one of the quieter moments with the rest of them. And he always brings back flowers that remind him of them.

He observes Koutarou from a distance, a star shining almost too bright to look at directly. But he sees the sagging of his shoulders, an indication of self doubt and dejection. Koutarou doesn’t complain about it, though. He loves playing volleyball and he knows his students look up to their coach, a figure of strength and resilience. But Kenma knows that no matter how spirited Koutarou might appear to his students, he likes it best when he is sitting under the blankets with the rest of them, late at night, talking about the latest ghost story he’s heard from his students, an act that always always leads to cuddling. And he always hugs them all so hard, lifting them off their feet and planting a kiss with a plop on their cheeks.

Where does Kenma find himself in this equation? How does he show his love, when he can’t even say the words “i love you”? Maybe he doesn’t have to.

He decides to make them a playlist.

Kuroo Tetsurou

you and i - ingrid michaelson // who do you love - marianas trench // can’t help falling in love - twenty one pilots //  together with the sundown - stephen jerzak // promise the stars - we the kings // a sky full of stars - coldplay // symphony - clean bandit ft. zara larsson // u just can’t be replaced - gnash ft. rosabeales // shooting star - owl city // just the way you are - bruno mars // kiss me - ed sheeran // i’ll follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie

Akaashi Keiji

for him - troye sivan ft. allday // lovers in japan - coldplay // thinking out loud - ed sheeran // rollercoaster - bleachers // i won’t give up - jason mraz // moonlight - ariana grande // vanilla twilight - owl city // goner - twenty one pilots // true colours - tom odell // i do adore - mindy gledhill // truly madly deeply - savage garden // always - panic! at the disco

Bokuto Koutarou 

treasure - bruno mars // somebody to you - the vamps ft. demi lovato // love on top - beyonce // tear in my heart - twenty on pilots // missing you - all time low // love is easy - mcfly // i really like you - carly rae jepsen // top of the world - greek fire // say it, just say it - the mowgli’s // just give me a reason - p!nk // give me a try - the wombats //  turning pages - sleeping at last

Games & Flames (Rivals AU Playlist)

I made a playlist a few months ago to release some of the feels from reading @kazliin​‘s Rivals AU fanfic, Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches (which is seriously one of the best Yuri on Ice fics written out there and yOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT!!!!) but then the companion fic came, and the feels dam just fucking exploded again. I just kept hearing songs that sounded like they’d go nicely with the fic, and I knew I had to make another playlist.

And so here we are! I call this playlist Games & Flames because Viktor seems to like playing mind games and playing with fire hahaha rEAD THE FICS AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY. also because I like rhymes. Here’s a link to the series again for reference! Details on the playlist and more of my ramblings about why I chose the songs are under the cut~

YouTube | Spotify*

*One of the songs in my list is not on Spotify, I’m so sorry!

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2.7.2017 - ACCA Animate Cafe 

I recently got into ACCA and I’m enjoying it a lot so far! It’s a breath of fresh air from the other animes I watched the past year. Anyway I was surprised to see there were already merchandise and a cafe for it even though it only had 3 or 4 episodes out when the cafe first started. The photos are actually from my 2nd time visiting (the 1st time was too crowded). Luckily, today was pretty chill and really felt like a cafe atmosphere where I could just wind down and listen to the nice jazz(?) music they were playing LOL. I got 2 drinks this time: Nino’s (tasted like milk and chocolate) and Lotta’s (some kind of pudding flavor? can’t describe well but it was good!). I tried Jean’s before (similar to strawberry Italian soda) but honestly it was meh. Lotta’s was the best imo. Thanks to my friends who gave me their coasters <3, I have 5 in total! Lilium, Pine, Pastis, Rail and Nino (!!!) This is one of the few anime cafes in which I want to go back to actually relax and spend time there. We’ll see next time! 

Written in support of and solidarity with the KakaSaku fandom


She ignored the plea, tightening her grip on the hand threaded through hers.


The crunch of the gravel grew louder under her feet, a soft tremor running through the ground that one could have mistaken for the general hustle and bustle of the village marketplace but for the perfect timing of the quakes to the falls of her footsteps.

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So i made this because i’m being inspired by one BokuAka fic i currently read XD . I got this sudden rush of inspiration while reading it, coupling it with B.A.P song “Coffee Shop” and BAM! BokuAka with a baby fanart ^_^

i don’t know what i was thinking when making sketch for this, i ditched my style and went for HQ! style, i kinda regret it,no matter what i done, the character doesn’t blend well with the background T_T

But i imagine that the fic have this kind of atmosphere ^^ (i highly recommend listening to B.A.P Coffee Shop while reading the latest chapter :P)

And when i draw Akaashi, He kept reminding me how resembles him to Kukuchi Heisuke, maybe because of the bang?…

Akaashi Keiji

Kukuchi Heisuke

Yeah..it’s the bangs

Or maybe in my AU story, Kukuchi is actually reincarnated into Akaashi lol


Today I tried to create my “dream room”, a place where I can read books in a relaxing atmosphere, listen to a vintage record player and work on my computer. The owl is definitely my spirit animal, so yes, I placed owls everywhere lol I decorated the room with the new stuff I downloaded in the last months and damn, I’m loving this cc so much ._. 

Of course, I will never have a room like this in my house, but let me dream D:


Chapter is FINALLY up! Here is the link you’ve been waiting for:


Please excuse any formatting errors such as words stuck together without spaces between them. I tried to weed out what I could but am honestly too tired to probably see them all at this point! I will come back and check everything, as well as post to my deviantArt and Ao3, after a good night’s rest!

Music tracks I listened to when typing scenes have also been placed on my FF.net profile under ‘Chapter 50’. I have to format that too later! I do recommend listening to them, for atmospheric effect.

I’d LOVE to get feedback once you finally manage to read through this beast of an update! :D This can be in the form of reviews on the site (which is preferred if possible), feedback here in message (or epic gif reaction) form, or on deviantArt. I would really appreciate it.

Many thanks all again for your support and patience and I really hope you will enjoy the rollercoaster of FEELS that is Chapter 50!

On that note… goodnight, dear readers! *passes out*

2017 - “You’ve got your world with your own inner dialogue and your own narrative and the way that you write, and then there’s everything else. I’ve gone through my records and I hear so much of my own self and my own stories, but I don’t get as much of the outside world]. This record is really different.”  
“Now, I’m at this place where I feel like I’m really present, and when I’m reading the news, I’m really reading it, whereas before I was a little bit in my own head.” 
“I made a lot of records for myself, chronicling my own stories. I was never a huge self-editor — I wrote songs and then I felt like, okay, well that’s that. And now, I’ve found in the last two years that I’ve really been editing some of the languages of some of the songs in light of the political landscape, [because] I don’t want to be a part of anything that adds to that negativity.” 
“I recorded simply for my own pleasure, when I wrote only for myself.” (2015 & before)
2014 - “I’m so used to writing for myself — and at the end of the day, I do it because I feel like I have to. So when I’m recording or writing, I don’t have other people in mind. It’s not always comfortable for me, but I don’t not say what I want to.” 

2017 - It’s hard to talk about your innermost feelings if you feel the reception will be cold. And I hung back for a while. It still comes from me, but as I’ve evened out as a person, I don’t have as much I don’t want to say. I feel comfortable.” 
“I try to be as careful as I can that I’ll want to sing stuff on stage that I write. And that song will be an easy one to do because it doesn’t pull at any heartstrings or anything.” 
2015 -   “I guess the first thing that was going on was that I really wanted to have one more record out that was able to speak for me, even if I wasn’t in a place where I felt like speaking about myself.”
2017 - “I’ve seen all the same kind of kids and grown-ups coming to the shows, and I really wanted to make a record for them.”
“I made my first four albums for me, but this one is for my fans and where I hope we’re all headed.” 

About the track God Bless America and writing about the Women’s Marches
“I thought it was so cool that I’m really right there in the same boat with them. And sometimes I’m not. Sometimes I feel like I’ve got my finger right on the pulse of what’s going on, and then some of my music comes out and it’s like, ‘Fuck, that was a miss. Fuck, that’s not what people feel, at all. But with this, I was right there with everyone.”“I feel like this election jolted almost everyone who was floating around, feeling weird, whatever… right into the current moment.”“Well, I have a song that’s quite aware about the collective worry, about whether this is the end of an era. It’s called “When the world was at war we kept dancing.” But I actually went back and forth about keeping it on the record, because I didn’t want it there if it would make people feel worse instead of better.”
Before - “Bob Dylan. He was someone who just did what no one had ever done by telling his life stories through song. He had this feeling of freedom to write whatever he wanted without conscience.” “ I love how effortlessly his music came to him.”

2017 - I was nervous about me being on the cover, and in big font “The Heartbreak Issue” because the thing is, I don’t feel heartbroken. So I didn’t want to continue a narrative that didn’t apply to me.” 

2014“First of all, when you’re writing a record alone, you don’t really think about the effect your music is going to have on other people. I’m not really the type of person to condone any behavior that would end up being harmful to anyone else but at the same time I’m not going to limit my lyrical content to things that don’t really relate to me or sing about things just because they rhyme. The further away I get from each record the more space I have to think about whether it’s important to be responsible. I still don’t know.”


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nostalgic youtube comments on the call of a mourning dove:

“i remember being young and just laying in the grass during early arizona mornings listening to the doves. i swear, the atmosphere had a distinct color of blue and the sunrise slowly crept up and lit up the sky. it’s honestly one of my favorite memories. i reminisce every time i hear a dove.”

“i love this sound! it reminds me of the ‘sick days’ i spent as a kid at my grandma’s house just lying on pillowy sofas, drenched in soft sunlight that would sift through the bright white curtains. bacon, eggs, and buttered up biscuits for breakfast…crazy how such a simple sound brings back such fond memories so vividly.”

“ i am reminded of cold august evenings in my hometown as a child. the sound reminds me of the few weeks before school started…”

“ah man, i didn’t realize how much i had missed these sounds on a misty summer morning.”

“ahg, this is basically the sound of my childhood.”

FanFiction Update | A Twist in Time
Chapter 37: On Death Row

A/N: It’s up, it’s up! I had a blast writing this one but be warned that this is the first chapter I’ve had to physically stop writing because I started to cry. So if all goes as planned, there should be some feels. 

About the story

Title: A Twist in Time

Summary: With Konoha on the verge of destruction, Sakura is sent on a last-resort mission to save her world by travelling to an alternate universe in the past. Join her in coping with her old body’s shortcomings, testing the natural laws of time, falling in love all over again, exploring the depths of her mind and rediscovering who she is. Time-travel. SasuSaku. 

About the chapter

Chapter 37: On Death Row

Song: Lift the Atmosphere - Jeremiah Pena (I listened to this on repeat when I was planning the chapter)

This chapter picks up right where the last one ended, so if you want to warm yourself up, give the last scene of Chapter 36 a re-read. Hope you enjoy! :)


Caraval by Stephanie Garber

5/5 stars

Official Synopsis:

Before you enter the world of Caraval, you must remember that it’s all a game …
Scarlett has never left the tiny island where she and her beloved sister, Tella, live with their ruthless father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval, the legendary, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show, are over.

Then, Scarlett’s long-dreamt of invitation to Caraval finally arrives. So, Tella enlists a mysterious sailor’s help to whisk Scarlett away to this year’s show. But as soon as the trio arrives, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend.

Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only an elaborate performance. But she nonetheless soon becomes enmeshed in a game of love, heartbreak, and magic with her sister, with Legend, and with the other players in the game. And whether Caraval is real or not, she must find Tella before the five nights of the game are over, a dangerous domino effect of consequences is set off, and her sister disappears forever.

My thoughts:

Have you ever started reading a book and within the first 10 pages, you knew it was going to be a favorite? YEP. That is exactly what happened with CARAVAL. Dark and whimsical, this novel is everything you never knew you wanted.

To say that I am obsessed with the world that Garber created would be an understatement. I absolutely devoured this book and yet I am still hungry for more! The sisterhood between Scarlett and Tella was perfection! I really loved that despite finding love, Scarlett NEVER took her focus off of saving her sister. The love they shared was inspiring and made me want to call up my sister and tell her how much I loved her.

ALSO LET’S TALK ABOUT THE ROMANCE. Holy shit. JULIAN FOREVER. Everyone knows that I am a sucker for love stories and THIS ONE IS EVERYTHING. I adored the way we got to experience the developing feelings with Scarlett and hear her rationalize how she felt towards Julian. It was so lovely to be inside her head as this all happened. It definitely wasn’t insta-love. By the end of this book I was pretty sure that if I had won Caraval, I would have wished for a Julian!

I hate that I listened to this so early and now I have to wait SO LONG for the next book. It was truly one of the best books I have ever read and Stephanie Garber is definitely one of my new favorite authors.

This book is for fans of The Night Circus and The Raven Boys or really anyone who loves atmospherical, character driven novels.

*I listened to the audiobook for Caraval which was provided by the publisher and it may be the very best audiobook that I have ever listened to. The accents were amazing and the narrator had a very pleasant voice. I actually tried to locate more books that she voiced because she was THAT good.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think about the Coachella song?

I didn’t like it on the first listen but now I really love it. I like the atmosphere, the lyrics. I think the instrumental and the production threw me off at first because it’s a little different from the sound that I expected. Even though she never fails to surprise with a new sound (Ultraviolence is different from BtD and Honeymoon is different from UV and BtD as well). 

I think it should’ve simply been called “Woodstock In My Mind”, I hate the “Coachella” in the title (it sounds like such a cliché hipster song title) but whatever.

I don’t really understand why she felt the need to rush the release of this song, right in the middle of releasing the single “Lust for Life” and the album. I guess it just means that she really loves the song and wanted to share it with us as fast as possible but in my opinion, you can feel that the song was written, recorded and produced in a short time.