the body shop at home

melodrama through the eyes of a (fellow) synaesthete

hello everyone! just like lorde herself, i have a strong case of synaesthesia (I get colour visions, but also tastes and scents as well), so this is my attempt to review the masterpiece that is melodrama through my synaesthetical experiences

let’s go

green light: car air freshener, heated highway and the visions you get when you drive in heat (a la mirages), blackberry-scented cheap shower gel, a pistachio green silk scarf, old school adidas kicks, lemon juice drops on fresh summer salad, beige satin, old black cars (a la classic cadillacs and jaguars), maple syrup, the heat of cairo at around 11 am

sober: ripe honeydew, the smell of guitar wood varnish, red satin ribbons, smudged glass coffee tables, spilled lemonade on said tables, peach vodka, the feel of white plaster in old museums where security guards are very strict, cough syrup (both the colour and the flavour), artificial smell of mint, mint gum, velvet red carpeting in old and badly aired town halls, the humidity of rainforest

homemade dynamite: 4 am sunrise straight after a storm with torn dark grey, nearly black clouds being ripped, smell of gasoline, deep puddles in cracked pavement, dimmed street lights about to go out, magenta, white musk perfume from the body shop, deep indigo of the nearly sunrise of mid may, that walk home from a rowdy night out when everyone is more or less sobered up, but not sober enough to feel shy yet, still drunk enough to be honest with affection and cursing and slightly slurred speech

the louvre: bamboo blinds, bamboo shoots, bonsai trees, flowing honey, varnished birchwood, sunlit old halls in ugly grey soviet buildings, silver hellium-filled balloons, white shiny doors between a party-filled room and a closet where hook-ups and one-night stands take place, old oil paint, the sunny, lemon yellow butterflies, muddly skies of july, edelflower syrup in a glass of white wine, edelflower flower crowns, an expensive pool in a mansion-like house in hollywood hills, the eerie comfort and anxiety of the opening credits of twin peaks

liability: massive bouquets of lily of the valley, white lace curtains knitted by a grandmother, greyness of a sunday in a village on a last warm october day, a single light in an office on a late night in a massive skyscraper, dried flowers, drops of nosebleed on a crystal clean white sink, grey that turns into pastel lilac, the feeling of ripped paper

hard feelings/loveless: faint sunrise shining through the windows of a manhattan apartment in a skyscraper, all shades of orange spilling onto a hi-tec kitchen, cointreau liqueur, sunny warm nights on ocean beach, lukewarm bathtubs when the bath foam has fizzled, bonfires and burned marshmallows, just the beginning of feeling buzzed (like a glass of wine in), tender shades of yellow, rustiness of old heavy doors into a basement, scaffolding sounds, first sunniest days of spring after a heavy winter, sunset in the ocean, heavy fluffy sweaters / neon diner signs, anime eyes, porcelain dolls, peach-flavoured bubblegum, glass bowls

sober ii (melodrama): colour of crimson, heavy red velvet couches, smudged matte red lipstick, glass shards, ripped pearl necklaces and scattered pearls on sticky floor, red limelight, stilettos, tight black bodysuits, smoky-eyed tall models in revealing tight and latex dresses, marble furniture with golden decor, fistfights during a party, ripped suits and thrown ties and unbuttoned white shirts on boys with wealthy fathers

writer in the dark: light parakeet green, whitewashed starched tablecloths that crunch, old wooden tables, rusty cages for canaries, Advocat liqueur, big pearl necklaces on black dresses, big sunglasses (a la Audrey’s in Breakfast at Tiffany’s), sunny Sunday mornings on a patio with a cup of fancy tea, sunday clothes, white churches in greece, silver tears and crying in the backseat after a breakup, wilted flowers in a vase with dirty water

supercut: light green and orange, Love Is bubblegum, peaches, apricots, mint, Mojitos, fairy lights above people at a rooftop party, roadtrip one takes after a breakup with all thier belongings, flavoured water that doesn’t quench thirst, sparkling water with lemon and ice cubes, worn down picnic blankets, fancy dresses girls wear to the entrance into a nightclub, folding chairs, chilled champagne

liability (reprise): cold winter wind of february, the feeling on the tip of the tongue from scolding hot tea, big white rooms in museums, light green, light smoke of e-cigarette that smells like peppermint, the smell of sunscreen, the stillness of a swimming pool at noon in heat

perfect places: red wine, swinging chandeliers, red plastic cups, glass grand pianos, the last summer party in august, that warm feeling at the end of the party where everyone’s buzzed and affectionate and there’s a lot of kissing and hugging and swinging, big fake golden earrings, summer fruits, fancy hotels and luxurious lifts/elevators, skinny dipping, black velvet dresses that touch the floor, uncontrollable laughing in comfy sweaters


- has as many kids as he does pets
- just kidding there’s more pets than small humans

- two kids have really weird names and the others have really cute names
- their momma gave them normal middle names as a backup plan

- he dresses all his kids in flannels and jeans and Converse
- so if you ever see an army of mini Sodapops, you’ll know why

- he tried to feed his daughter baby food but ended up eating three jars
- he was like “look it’s yummy!” and ate a spoonful but actually liked it
- so he ate three jars of strawberry banana while his baby girl had to eat peas

- so many cuddles
- he always holding his kids

- piggy back rides!
- even when his kids are too big
- “there’s no such thing as ‘too big’”

- if you think he can’t hit all of his kids on his lap at once, you’re right
- but that isn’t stopping him

- Soda is basically his dad 2.0

- he works super hard to provide for his kids
- and when he comes home from the auto body shop, his kids tackle him with hugs

- he has a son who looks 100% like him
- he couldn’t be happier
- the son goes by “Minipop” and nothing else
- what even is his real name? Soda doesn’t know

- he teaches his sons how to fix up cars
- his oldest son gets better than him and soon Steve has to teach him
- Steve finds it the funniest thing

- Soda warns his kids about the real world
- “you wanna be like Uncle Ponyboy, not like Uncle Dallas”
- and his oldest daughter chimes in with something like, “yeah. Dallas is an ass.”
- and Soda is so shocked like, “where did you learn to speak like that?”
- “Dallas.”

- okay but the gang and their kids playing big games of football and baseball? yes please
- think of all the picnics!
- so much food and games and laughs and just a good time

Exo Reactions To You Calling Them Daddy While Talking To Their Child & They Get Turned On

Done~ xo

Uh… I wasn’t sure about if this was kind of smutty or not so here’s a warning anyway. Some jokes were made. I’m not proud of myself. 

/I do not own any gifs unless stated otherwise/


Baekhyun: *he’s coloring with your son*

You: “Daddy is really bad at staying in the lines, huh?”

Baekhyun: *trying to contain himself but he’s struggling*

Chanyeol: *he’s sitting in the living room playing with your son*

You: *kneels down & pokes the baby’s nose* “Do you want daddy to take you to the park?”

Chanyeol: *literally having a fit to himself & trying not to think about the fact that he’d rather take you somewhere instead*

Chen: *he’s in the kitchen making a snack for your daughter*

You: *nibbles on a carrot & smiles at your daughter* “It’s getting late, daddy is going to put you in bed after you eat, okay?”

Chen: *blatantly winks & raises an eyebrow* “She’s not the only one going to bed.”

D.O.: *sitting at the dinner table with your son on his lap* 

You: *laughs, watching him feed the little one* “Do you like when daddy feeds you?”

D.O.: *slowly slides your son off his lap, for reasons*

Kai: *you’re both playing out in the pool with your daughter*

You: *after he splashes you playfully* “Daddy got me wet!”

Kai: *gif* “Just wait until later.”

Kris: *he’s reading a book to your daughter before bed*

You: “You two are still up? I think it’s time for daddy to tuck his little princess in for the night.”

Kris: *subtly smiles & gives you a sneaky look*

Lay: *sitting on the couch watching a movie with your son* 

You: “I’m going to the store, daddy is in charge, okay?” *ruffles Lay’s hair while smiling at your son*

Lay: *thinking of being in charge of you later*

Luhan: *he’s giving your son a bath*

You: “Daddy does a good job washing you, I might let him do it more often.” *laughs*

Luhan: “I’ll wash you later too.” *gif*

Sehun: *the two of you are up late talking when your daughter comes in*

You: “What’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream? Do you want daddy to lay with you until you fall asleep?

Sehun: *trying to maintain his composure, failing*

Suho: *he’s finger painting with your son*

You: “Look at the two of you! You’re filthy. I can’t believe you talked daddy into this, you little sneaky boy.”

Suho: *has to force himself not to think about how he wishes he could rub the paint all over your body*

Tao: *he just got home from taking your daughter shopping*

You: “Did you buy the whole mall?” *kneels down & picks your daughter up* “Daddy spoils you so much.”

Tao: *standing there still, having thoughts*

Xiumin: *the two of you are eating ice cream with your son*

You: *wipes your sons face* “I don’t know how you manage to get it all over yourself. Daddy will have to clean up this sticky mess.”

Xiumin: *gives you a look that says you’ll be cleaning something sticky up later too* 



Today was a typical night for Sean. Sleep nearly all morning, work at night at the club to earn as much money as he could to survive how many years he had left. The coin he had earned he used it to by himself some essentials: coffee, lemons and other bitter items to sustain himself before he would go all mission impossible and steal a body. After shopping he just decided to walk home. That was until he heard footsteps. He kept his pace until he felt then too close. He swung his bag, but the other avoided it and tackled him down, knife in one hand ready to stab him.


My truck, endearingly dubbed “Grandpa”, is totaled. 

On my way to an early-morning meeting, another vehicle encroached into my lane, and as I swerved to avoid it, I hit a patch of icy road. I fishtailed across two lanes of traffic for about 100 yards, struggling to maintain control of Grandpa’s trajectory, but it was of little use.

I struck a Jeep stopped in a left-hand turn lane. The driver of the Jeep and I managed to pull over together to a safe spot to exchange insurance information, but as soon as I stepped out of my truck, I knew something was wrong. 

I began to experience tunnel vision. The frozen ground came up to meet me as the woman in the other car looked on with startled confusion. I managed to say, “I’m having a panic attack” before I slipped away into a state which made everything around me fade out. 

When I came-to, the woman with the Jeep was kneeling with me, hugging me gently, saying in a soft, level tone, “It’s okay. You’re here. It’s okay.” 

I worked to control my breathing, pressed my hands against the frost-covered gravel beneath me, and took a moment to ground myself before I stood and addressed the woman. I apologized briefly for my breakdown, then retrieved my insurance information before snapping photographs of both our vehicles. 

The woman’s Jeep was in remarkably good condition, all things considered, and she was able to drive away from the scene without a hitch. I however, was not so lucky.

Grandpa was towed back to a body shop in Lincoln City, and I had to get a ride home from a friend. 

My insurance covers medical, but it won’t cover the truck itself. I am now without a vehicle, living in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, with no means of getting myself to a doctor or chiropractor, let alone allowing me continue my work with the rescue.

My truck was Pack West Wolfdog Rescue’s main vehicle for hauling animals, picking up deliveries of meat, and toting the ambassadors around for photoshoots and educational events. Without a suitable transport vehicle, our rescue cannot exist. 

I’ll post updates as we figure out a possible plan and explore options. Until then, I need some space and time to reflect on things for a while. I’m not okay. I’m hurting and experiencing a lot of mental/emotional distress over this, but at the same time, I feel incredibly, deeply numb. Your thoughts and kindness are greatly appreciated, but please don’t feel bad if I cannot respond for at least a few days.

Thank you.