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Everything I hope to have this coming year 😁

i've just lost hundreds of docs and pdfs and i'm beyond pissed right now

okay so, gonna tell ya'll something awesome rn

google drive is a mess sometimes with its storage things and if you're unlucky it might delete some of your files and you won't realise until it's well past the point where they won't be in 'trash' anymore and you're fucked

all is not lost however!

if you're on drive via browser, hit the little ? in a circle next to the settings cog and select "help"

search for "file recovery"

it'll show you the ways to try and recover your files on pc, android, and mac etc

these don't matter

you need to scroll down to the bottom and just hit the "contact us"

you'll be logged out automatically

log back in

click the little box to give google permission to attempt to restore your files for that account

click "submit"

give them some time to work but it's an automatic process

i've got most of my files back in less than 10 minutes

I’ve been drawing for a long time since I was little. It’s cheesy, but the BIGGEST way to get better is practice. When you draw what u enjoy, the practice comes naturally and so does your skill. ALSOO there was this post by @ linescapes.drawings from instagram that I always found really helpful too!! credit to them! 

this post is pretty helpful too

It’s Jumin’s birthday this month, so a public holiday for me, haha.

This is one of the October entries of my 2019 Year of Smut and it’s something I’ve wanted to write for a while but never had the courage. Well…I say this in February of 2019, so things might have changed since then. Anyway, this is a fic about Jumin getting pegged.

Mystic Messenger | Jumin x MC | Explicit

On the surface, theirs is an ordinary relationship. Boring, even. MC smiles and waves to the cameras, and dresses like a woman twice her age. Within months of her marriage she was a spokesperson on climate change and abandoned children, while the poster child for many other charities. Her public persona is unblemished- a paragon of her kind. Her marriage is a point of reference for wholesome, old fashioned values, regardless of her feelings on the matter.

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century

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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long

Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.

The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue

My boner for you has caused me to hirple.”

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Saeran Week Collab with @god7072therescue!  I love the piece you wrote for this!!  You are so incredibly talented and I loved working with you!! :D

@saeranchoiweek

Saeran looked around the intricately decorated tattoo parlor as he waited for the tattoo artist to come back inside. He sat patiently, enjoying the different designs that covered the walls. It was a good distraction from the thoughts that clouded his mind. The tattoo artist didn’t want to make Saeran wait… but he needed a smoke break.  <i>Huh, I sure as hell get that… </i> Saeran almost didn’t come to the appointment. If it wasn’t for MC, he would still be holed up at the bunker waiting for his next therapy session. He remembered laying in bed the night before thinking about all of the possibilities he could put onto his shoulder. To cover his mistakes from the past. He knew that his therapist, Saeyoung, the RFA, and MC would be so proud of him.  But then he had to check the god damn mail.

Random kid: Saeran’s such a genius! I heard he solved a very difficult equation in under 5 seconds! He must focus really hard in class!

In celebration of Ji-ae’s birthday today I’m finally posting this fic! It is by far the longest piece of smut I’ve written lol.  It’s not technically a birthday fic, but I wanted to celebrate somehow.  Takes place after my fic Truth or Dare.

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (V After Ending AU) Pairing: Saeyoung Choi x OC (Ji-ae Yeong) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7380

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Ji-ae shrieked playfully as the light drizzle that had begun to fall as soon as she and Saeyoung left the restaurant turned into a heavy downpour, catching them in the middle of their walk back to his place.  As they ran Saeyoung shed his hoodie, holding it aloft over Ji-ae’s head in an attempt to shield her from the worst of it, but the gesture was ultimately futile.  Within minutes his hoodie was completely soaked through and Ji-ae’s bangs stuck wetly to her face, while rivulets of water ran down both their glasses, obscuring their vision. Stopping suddenly Ji-ae began to laugh, turning her face up to the sky as she held her sides and Saeyoung couldn’t help but join her —the sound of her laughter completely contagious. Slipping her wet hand in his Ji-ae smiled up at him.  “Y’know, we’re already drenched, so we might as well take our time getting back,” she pointed out with a laugh, gazing at him with a dreamy smile that made his poor heart skip a beat. Saeyoung responded with a grin of his own, squeezing her hand affectionately.  “Yep, if you can’t beat it, join it~”  He draped his sopping hoodie over his shoulder and they set off again at a leisurely pace, unconcerned with the cold fat raindrops that slid down their collars or the puddles that quickly filled their shoes.