#8th year

Hello everyone, 

Today marks the end of my 8th year of Voice Acting and Singing. 

I’ll be honest, this year was rather filled with emptiness. But I didn’t completely stop my career because I’m still part of ongoing projects and several videos were released this year. And I also tried to release videos, mainly on special occasions.    If we add my videos and the videos of these said projects, it gives a total of 22 videos. It’s less than my 1st year but still more than my 2nd year. And there are still videos I participated in that I hope to see released one day. 

Unfortunately, this year is like this because I mainly focused on my research for a new job. And even after one year, it’s not over. For the same problems : you’re not experienced enough, you don’t have the skills we need, recruiters who make traps on purpose during technical tests, trap questions etc... 

I’m just tired and frustrated of this game. Tired to feel the mental unwellness that grows with each passing day because I can’t find a job so I can accomplish later in the future my final objective : to expatriate myself to Japan.    I’m not stopping Voice Acting and Singing. It’s just going to be difficult to be productive in the future because of my job research and potential obligations from other projects. 

Thank you to all those who remained subscribed to my channel, it means a lot to me. 

“I like you like this,” you whisper, lips ghosting across my wrist. “You look like heaven.”

I can feel my blush staining my cheeks, my neck, my chest. While I doubt I look like heaven, it's an undeniable fact that you look like sin. Your hair is still damp from your post quidditch shower and it curls gently at the nape of your neck. The tattoo you got last summer peeks out from behind your ear, almost hidden by the multitude of earrings you’ve collected. You’re wearing my Snorkeling Pixies shirt. The ripped collar exposes an expanse of tanned shoulder. Or, rather, what passes for tan on you. I shove the collar down, entranced by the contrast of my hand against your skin. You're bloody perfect.

I don’t realize I’ve gone and said it aloud until you toss your head back, eyes midnight bright and alive with laughter. I press my thumb into your dimple, mesmerized that I could cause such a reaction when just six hours ago I was convinced you hated me.

“I could never hate you.” You press the words into my neck between kisses. I’m drunk enough on you that I don’t even realize I didn’t mean to speak that part either. “I just couldn’t stand to be around you and not have this.”

I fall apart in your arms. It’s a safe, sweet torture that I hope to never escape. “You have this,” I mumble. “You have me.”

basically Harry getting obsessed again and finding out how Draco spends his time…

or even not a 8th year AU but post war Harry going to a muggle club to get cheered up post Hinny inevitable downfall (Seamus and Dean’s idea to drag him there) and Harry finds himself face to face with a drunk Draco whos kissing some muggle bloke and he gets jealous???

Ron leans in close to Hermione, letting Harry continue to rant. “What did we expect? It’s Malfoy.”