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I have my own answers. One of my choices is season 2 of Dirk Gently, and my choice for a song is Dreamland by Glass Animals.

Please I am begging you guys to tell me what you think!

Who knows good books that will leave you hauntingly empty because not all stories have the happy ending of fairy tales?

@yandere-romanticaa @yandere-wishes @therealsilentlyfangirling I’m tagging you tagging you three, just in case you know anyone who may know what to do. 

Cooking was more than just a hobby, it was more than a way of income, more than a lifestyle. To me, cooking was even more than a passion. It was an art, a style of expression that I had become one with. It started out as an innocent interest when I was young, but as I meddled more and more in the kitchen, much to my mother’s initial dismay, cooking became my escape, a safe haven from the stress of everyday life. I found myself in my own universe of artistry, where I could bring scrumptious dishes out of simple ingredients. Food was more than sustenance, it was something that brought friends and family together. Something that could heal the sick; something that could mend broken hearts and bridge gaps between peoples. Food was a universal language, and one that I was fluent in. It seemed I had everything I could ever desire. I was the head chef of a five-star restaurant that continuously topped the charts in my city, marks reflecting the victories in my kitchen and talents. I was respected among many and had taught classes, held conferences, and even published books on my culinary discoveries. It was no secret that my peers looked up to me, and it seemed my looks had some sway in their conscious. I wasn’t by any means breathtaking, but I did take pride in my complexion and angled features. The girls giggled when I walked by, and I’ve had a few men approach me as well. I suppose I possessed desirable attributes in the eyes of others, but it’s not something I exploited. It was who I am, just as much as my dreams. Though, this seemed to be something that not many agreed with. They fell for my aesthetic features and cool attitude, but they failed to see the fire in my eyes, the determination in my soul, and they couldn’t keep up with my goals. Cooking was my way of life, not just an afternoon activity; it’s who I am. Those others before only cared about how I was arm-candy, a beautiful lover, or a respectable guy to bring home to mom and dad. They never took the time to get to know me. They never tried to understand the passionate interests harbored in my mind. So, after a long line of selfish lovers, I decided to instead focus on my craft. But fate, it would seem, had other plans. “How long has it been since you’ve been on a date Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun blurted out. I shrugged. “Yeah, because Baek and I met this adorable girl at that new café right down from your restaurant.” Chanyeol added, mischief poking out in his tone. “And we were thinking…” “Thanks guys, I appreciate it. But the last time you set me up with a city airhead she screwed me over. I don’t want that again.” I said, eyeing them from over at the stove, where our dinner was sizzling along nicely. “Easy, man. This one’s different.” Chanyeol defended, hands raised by his sides. “Yeah, she’s weird like you.” Baekhyun japed. I looked at them, eyebrows knitting together in suspicion. Every other time they introduced me to a girl it was the same vicious cycle. It always started nice, butterflies and smiles, but it quickly turned sour when my “obsession” became “too much for them.” “Look,” Chanyeol interrupted, “What Baekhyun is trying to say is, is that she’s really sweet, and is super focused like yourself. We’ve been by a few times to learn that she’s got some lofty goals she’s not afraid to pursue.” I thought about it for a moment before sighing. Wiping my hands off on the towel draped over my shoulder I walked over to them, trying to let them down easy. “I appreciate the thought, I do, but I think I’ll have to decline.” Chanyeol sighed, glancing over at Baekhyun with a “I told you this wouldn’t work” look on his face. Baekhyun, on the other hand, gave that mischievous smirk of his before saying, “Well then you’ll have to tell her yourself. At the museum. At 7pm on Friday.” What an asshat. My eyes grew wide, as did Chan’s. “Are you kidding me?” “Nope.” Baekhyun giggled, a triumphant smile decorating his face. “You don’t get to eat tonight.” I groaned. * 6:53 p.m. I glanced down at the silver watch on my wrist, nerves eating away gently. I tried to focus on the general museum information showing on flat-screens above the help desk, but my eyes continued their anxious track towards people streaming in and out of the revolving doors, hoping to catch a glimpse of somebody I had never seen before. 6:58 p.m. I sighed and studied my hands, maybe she wouldn’t show after all. Baekhyun and Chanyeol would have to take the loss. “Do Kyungsoo?” A gentle voice murmured. My head snapped up in surprise, eyes meeting a big, inquisitive pair of orbs. They studied me quickly, intensively, like she was cracking a code. Her hair fell gently beside her cheeks, little wisps caressing the outline of her jaw, the curve of her neck. A slight blush brought out the rich color in her eyes and warmed her cheeks cutely. Chan was right, she was adorable. “That would be me.” I said with a small smile. “Oh phew, Baekhyun said you’d probably be dressed in black but it’s a popular color, so I was worried I might disturb the wrong person. Anyways,” She sighed, explanation and anxiety floating off her chest, “My name is (Y/N). It’s nice to finally meet you.” “Finally?” I inquired. “Yeah, sorry, Beakhyun and Chanyeol wouldn’t shut up about you.” “Oh no.” I grimaced, what could they have said? “It’s ok, it was all good things. Their description of you made me very excited to meet you today.” “I sure hope I measure up to your expectations.” I commented, to which she giggled. It was a light, bright giggle. It sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps rippling across the surface of my skin. She never answered the question, instead taking the pamphlet from my hands, she strolled off towards the first exhibit. I smirked and followed her innocently teasing waltz through the dimly lit corridors. We strolled slowly and chatted on our way across the cod marble floors. But our chatting soon turned to talking and talking to deep discussions. She was the type of person I clicked with instantly. No need to force answers or fake smiles. We shared our dreams, heartbreaks, faults in our characters, the conversation flowed openly and comfortably, I was free to indulge in the parts of myself I had kept under wraps for too long. And she felt the same way, her focused determination showing its true colors in the way she indulged back, just like Chanyeol had said. She looked for the person past the attractive façade, knowing there was more to somebody than just looks. And for a small moment, I had thought that I might be falling for this stranger. We finished walking through the museum’s exhibits and left for some ice cream. After purchasing two cones of sweet cold cream, she grew quiet for the first time tonight, seeming distracted. I waited for her to talk, to speak what was on her mind. “Kyungsoo, about what you said earlier.” She started. “Yes?” “When you asked if you met my expectations, well, you exceeded them. You’re an incredible person, you have such a passion for life and for food and it’s beautiful, really. I hope I’m not being too forward.” She blushed, casting her eyes to focus on her dripping cone instead of my astonished gaze. Which was transfixed on the way she complimented so genuinely, and the way her fingers gripped the treat tight in anticipation. “Sunday afternoon,” The words tumbled off my tongue before I could process my train of thought, “Would you like to go to lunch with me?” She looked up at me through long lashes, a smile tugging at the corner of her rosy lips. “Y-yes. I would love to.”

So until school doesn’t drain the last of my vitality away, should I introduce my collection of characters by making comics?