22.3.22

The morning so far. After yesterday’s post I decided to switch things up. Got up at 7 and went downstairs to listen to some gospel, sing, pray, read my bible and journal about what I read. It felt good. Mr H says I’m hyper but I haven’t even had my coffee yet lol. It just feels good to not feel so heavy :)

Every time I host guests, I mentally acknowledge that I should move my sex toy collection out of the guest room closet.

And then I never do.

Usually I ask you guys if I should pop a butt plug in for my flight…

But at this point, it just wouldn’t feel right to get on a flight without a plug in my ass.

Day in the Life [1/7]

• Pairing:hyungline (seokjin, namjoon, yoongi, hoseok) x reader
• Genre:family/domestic AU, fluff, comedy
• Summary: You have seven kids. Four husbands and three toddlers. So yeah, seven kids.
• Tags: EXTREME domestic bliss, domestic fluff, husband!hyung line, baby!maknae line, established relationship, protectiveness, comedy, slice of life, seokjin is in a state of constant and overwhelming fondness, namjoon should never be allowed in a kitchen, yoongi has tattoos, hoseok is a humble chaebol, maknae line are demons (toddlers)
• Masterlist

[Part 1] [Part 2]

On your monthly date night with Namjoon, Yoongi is driving the kids out to eat when he supposes, casually, “They’re probably just cooking.”

Seokjin snorts from beside him, snobbish, tugging at the knot of his tie with one hand, “Yeah, as if Namjoon knows how to cook.”

“Namjoon appa says he has a magical love potion,” Jimin offers from the backseat, where Taehyung is doodling something suspicious onto Jungkook’s cheek. “Namjoon appa says that’s why he’s umma’s favorite, because he gives her lots and lots of it.”

“Baby, he’s not umma’s favorite,” Seokjin laughs, and then thinks about it.

He pauses. 

Glances at Yoongi. 

“What magical love potion,” Yoongi says slowly, gaze settling onto the rear-view mirror. 

Jimin’s too busy doodling on Jungkook’s other cheek to respond. 

“That reminds me,” Hoseok chimes in thoughtfully, voice splintered through the speakerphone, “he did ask where to buy mineral oil the other day.”  

Yoongi blinks.

Tentatively, insinuating nothing whatsoever, Seokjin checks the security of his seatbelt. 

And Yoongi’s foot hits bottom on the gas pedal. 

“YAH,” Seokjin screams, as the car bounces over a pothole, “OUR CHILDREN ARE IN THIS VEHICLE, MIN YOON–”

“Faster!” Jungkook cries out, eyes sparkling, as they rip past a yellow light, “Appa vroom vroom!” 

Seokjin parks four little heads before the front porch, including Yoongi’s, and says, “We need to be quiet. We promised umma and Namjoon appa we wouldn’t be home, right?”

To illustrate, he puts his finger to his lip, glancing at the brigade for alignment.

Good little spawns of Satan, Jungkook and Jimin nod at full attention. 

Taehyung just picks his nose and ~secretly wipes the booger on the back of Yoongi’s new Gucci shirt.

Only because he’s a loving father, and only because Yoongi owns an alarming amount of Gucci, Seokjin gives Taehyung nothing more than a warning look. 

And maybe a wink of encouragement.

Very much encouraged, Taehyung deposits a worm in Yoongi’s back pocket too. 

Okay. 

Maybe too much.

Seokjin kind of wonders how he came into this parenting thing, anyways. 

“Don’t let umma hear us coming,” he repeats. 

“We won’t,” Jungkook promises, face angelic and very… coarsely decorated.  

“We’re Team Ninja,” Jimin agrees, surreptitiously pocketing his marker.

“But Yoongi appa’s already gone inside,” Taehyung points out. 

Incredulous, Seokjin snaps around to check for literally one split second , and the first thing Team Ninja does is tear through the front door howling like banshees, like pack dinosaurs, like the dogs of the underworld, “UMMAAAA WE’RE HOOOOME!” 

“What the fuck did you do?” Yoongi hisses, poking his head out of one of the scrubs beside the side window.

“When did you get there?” Seokjin scream-whispers back, and lunges off the deck as soon as he hears you coming. 

Seokjin’s barely scrambled onto his knees, face smushed into Yoongi’s chest, when the door swings open.

“Seokjin? Yoongi?” You call out, “Why are the kids home?”

“You need to tell her,” Yoongi advises, crawling away on all fours as if he played no part in this. 

“No,” Seokjin snaps back, crawling after him, voice pitched so high it actually comes out in squeaks. “You dragged us here! You tell her!” 

“Seokjin appa and Yoongi appa are in the bushes,” comes Jimin’s voice, innocent, sweet, horribly traitorous. 

Seokjin peers through the shrubs and at the entrance, where he finds Jimin riding Namjoon’s shoulder. Taehyung and Jungkook are sitting on one stupidly gorilla-like hand each. Beside Namjoon, you’ve got a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, and you decide, coldly, “If your appas like to sleep in the bushes, I suppose they could.”

“Could we sleep in the bushes too?” Taehyung asks, perking up.  

“Baby,” says Namjoon, fondly, with all the love in the world, and then a measured dose of menace, “Only bad people sleep in bushes.” 

“But I always sleep with Seokjin appa,” Jungkook huffs, pouty. 

Eldest hyung Jimin bops Jungkook’s head with one tiny sock-wrapped foot and declares, generously, as if he hasn’t been furtively worming under Seokjin’s other arm every other night, “You can sleep with me, you big baby.”

“So it’s settled,” Namjoon concludes, voice dry, in his dumb petty CEO voice that impresses no one, really, “don’t let the bed bugs bite, hyung.”

Kim Namjoon’s got a way of talking anyone into anything.

The kids, all three of them, as much as you love them–with your entire heart–were Namjoon’s idea.

He didn’t ask for it, of course not. Not when he knew Seokjin sneezed at the sight of children and Yoongi had once picked up his niece with a garbage disposal stick and Hoseok only wanted daughters and you had told him, explicitly, on your first date, “Kids are not in the picture.”

No, instead the first thing Namjoon did was buy baby shoes.

“They’re just cute,” he said, whenever anyone asked. “Small shoes! How nifty is that!”

Seokjin floated away as soon as he heard the word nifty, and Yoongi never cared enough for shoes or babies to partake in the discussion anyways. 

“Tell me more,” Hoseok demanded, intrigued.

Namjoon did. 

Two months later Hoseok said rather abruptly, at breakfast, “I guess a son would be OK too.”

“No kids,” Yoongi warned gruffly, breezing past with a cup of coffee. 

“You heard the man,” Seokjin said triumphantly, tailing Yoongi out the door. 

So the second thing Namjoon did was bring his nephew over for a weekend.

“Who’s this?” You asked in baby talk, picking the teeny weeny toddler up into your arms. The little thing crooned and giggled as you looked it in the eye. 

Seokjin, only because he wanted your attention, asked you “Who’s this?” in the same baby talk, then proceeded to lift you up and into his arms. 

And then there were two happy soft giggling things in his arms. 

Seokjin looked at you, looked at Namjoon’s dumb-looking-blood-relative, and his mouth formed a trembly little “o.”

The next time Yoongi said, elbowing his way through the kitchen crowd at half-past seven in the morning, “No kids,” Seokjin just peeped over at you.

And smiled.

The last thing Namjoon did was easy. He picked you up after your 24-hour shift at the hospital and, instead of depositing you straight into bed as he always did, pulled up alongside the Han River.

Dawn was breaking over the water then, and Namjoon held your hand to his lips and he said, voice soft and firm and gentle and low, “(Y/N), I want to make a family with you.”

“We do have a family though,” you told him. “You, me, Hobi, Yoongi, Seokjin.”

“I want to make something with you that lasts beyond time,” Namjoon said, “that is born out of my love for you.”

“Ew, cringy,” you said, but conceded, after a bit, “we can think about it.”

That was the last thing Namjoon had to do, because he knew Yoongi could never say no to you.

“I’m thinking about maybe having kids,” you told him, one day, when the two of you went out for a walk. Hoseok and Seokjin were loitering not too far behind, accosting an ice cream truck for discounts even though Hoseok probably owned the company that owned the truck.

Yoongi fell silent.

Three steps later, he asked, nose scrunched up, fingers coming to twine yours, “When should we start?” 

Sometime close to midnight, a BMW pulls up into the drive-way.

Hoseok’s laughing before he even gets out of the car.

“Wow,” he says, “awesome,” he says, “this is so funny,” he says, “you really went and did it,” he says.

“Are you going to let us in?” Seokjin asks, hopeful, huddled up beside Yoongi for heat. 

An actual bastard, Hoseok just captures the moment with a selfie.

And then waves goodbye and locks the door.

Yoongi squints. 

“I’m divorcing all of you,” Seokjin sighs, mistreated, very sad, very abused. 

Not a minute later, the front door opens a crack. You take half a step out, silk robe tied loosely around the waist, face bare, hair wet and still dripping with water,  and call out in a tiny voice, “hey.”

Yoongi actually darts up so fast Seokjin wonders if he’s been conserving his entire life’s energy for this moment. 

“Hi,” he says, cool, composed, so awkward. “We’re sorry.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin says, climbing up beside him, dusting the grass off his now-green kneecaps, “That was our bad.”

In the dark, it is hard to see your expression, but Seokjin can hear the laughter in your voice when you decide, “Come on, the leftovers are getting cold.” 

And Seokjin, like he somehow always seems to around you, falls in love again. 

He jogs up, around the shrubs and up the walk way. He grabs your hand in his and says, “Considering the leftovers, I will think about forgiving you.”

And then he glances over at Yoongi, who’s making his way up slowly, as if he doesn’t care. 

Only Seokjin can see the way Yoongi’s eyeing your other hand, and he knows Yoongi’s taken it when he tugs you and him both into the house, mumbling something too soft to be heard. 

“Appa,” comes a small voice, from the banister.

Seokjin glances up, and Jimin and Jungkook are slumped against each other at the foot of the stairs, Namjoon snoring against the railing behind them. 

“Namjoon appa snores,” Jimin sniffs, distressed, eyes watery.

Taking big, careful steps off the stairs, Jungkook comes to wrap his tiny arms around Seokjin’s calf, cheek smushing into his knee as Seokjin lugs him forward with each step. 

“Kookie asked me to let you in,” you say, glancing down at Jungkook.

Jungkook just smushes his face harder against Seokjin’s knee, and then, the moment you step away, he peers up at Seokjin.

His eyes are glinting in the dark as he whispers, “Appa, can we sleep in the shrubs with you?”

“Wait,” Seokjin says, brows twitching, “no–”

“But please,” Jimin says, accosting Seokjin’s other leg. 

“We’re all bad people,” Taehyung admits, coming to hold onto Seokjin’s hand, effectively bolting him in place. 

Yoongi just snorts.

“Goodnight,” he says, blowing the little demons-in-training a bunch of small kisses, then meets Seokjin’s gaze. “Godspeed.”

“Wait,” Seokjin mouths, eyes wide, in panic, “Wait, Yoongi-ah.” 

Yoongi lifts his brows. 

And, without another word, abandons him.   

“Can I bring candy,” Jungkook asks, tiny, puppy-like as he shakes Seokjin’s leg, “Please?”  

Kim Seokjin is divorcing this fuckery by yesterday. 

might sell my life on the black market seeing as i can’t look after it myself lmaoooo

USE MY DEATH FOR CLOUT, I DONT GIVE A FUCK. MY SUICIDE WILL SOON END ME WHEN MY FUCKING OVERDOSES START TO FUCKING WORK BRO. LIKE STOP FUCKING SAVING ME PLEASE AND THANKS.

just realizing i forgot to post my hourlies! here is my day in the life (except it ends at 8 bc i also forgot to finish them…)

productive day in my life vlog! ✨

i’m currently stuck in lockdown so I thought I’d share a bit of what I’ve been doing to keep myself occupied! mainly; playing with my planners and making stickers for my shop

Day in the Life, Part 2

Admired my water bottle:

Admired my couch:

Made a cool little video ad:

Drank ovaltine ☕️

Talked to Paul about which technique works best for pulling post-its off the post-it pad

Relocated to my standing desk:

• Worked out
• Painted my nails

• Chatted on discord with the community for my favorite podcast, WebCrawlers

A Day in the Life

• My sister’s day in the life posts are so cool that I’ve been SHAMED into doing my own
• Woke up and read news, election polls, and coronavirus stats
• Started this podcast episode as I made the bed:

About how Grateful Dead fans die and go missing a lot

The bed:

Started drinking La Croix

Water the big lily cause it looked sad

Turned this:

Into this:

Admired my pumpkins:

Turned this:

Into this:

Enjoyed the beautiful morning:

Well this year was a doozy if I don’t say so myself. But we survived it, and its okay if that’s all you were able to do this year because that’s enough. 

As an offical 18th grader, I feel like I can speak pretty well to the toxicity of the academic environment. There is always a pressure to be working all of the time, people compete with each other with how few hours of sleep they got, every conversation with fellow students is just listing off all of the different assignemnts you have to do by the end of the week. On top of all of this, this is 2020. So, I decided that this year I’m going to give myself some mental slack. 

I decided that this is the year that I’m not going to try to impress anyone. I’m just going to survive and do what I have to do to move onto the next term. I think I did a pretty good job at that for the first term, so I’ll share a bit about what I observed in myself and those in my cohort.

Coming into term one having to choose classes, many of my peers were packing their schedules full of 5 Unit seminars. For those who don’t know, theoretically, a 5 Unit course is supposed to take about 5-6 hours of work outside of class hours. For Stanford Anthropology, most PhD students take as close as they can to 18 credits, and anything over that you have to pay extra for the courses. Taking more courses doesn’t really put you any further ahead in terms of completing your degree, and you’re expected to complete about 45 Units each year for the first two years of the program. 

I decided to take 2 seminars (typical), a language course, and a couple filler credits that we are given the option to use if we need 1-3 units to hit 18 total. I,  fortunately, tracked every hour spent outside of the classroom working on each course usingtoggl (i highly reccomend): 

In a typical week, I spent about 5-6 hours/week outside of class on my Anthro seminars, and about 6-7 hours on Japanese. Japanese was a “for-fun” class so I would usually study more of that when I didn’t feel like reading dense archaeological theory. 

Toggl was a really cool way to see where I was spending too much, or not enough, time on my classwork. If it was taking me more than 1.5 hours to get through a single article, I knew I was probably spending too much time on it and should move on to the next thing. My goal for the term was to stay true to the 5 Unit idea of 5-6 hours, and not over-work myself. 

Toggl was also useful in tracking my mental health throughout the term, as it is very obvious to see when I just was not physically capable of ingesting 400 pages of reading. For example, election week:

Election week was really hard for me, and everyone else in the world honestly. I had various family things I was dealing with, typical existential dread, plus it was week 8-ish of the term when everything was already on fire in terms of workload. For one of my seminars (purple), we had to read a book for the following week which I was able to do the sundar after election day. However, for the days leading up to and surrounding the 4th, the only thing I could mentally handle was mindless Japanese vocab studying. One of my seminars really sufferend this week, and I straight up just didnt show up to the smaller Anth 310G class because I had only read the title of the pdf. Fortunately, I emailed my professor of my Theory class and was like “yo dude I cannot” and he replied that he understood and wouldnt call on me during that day of class. 

I didn’t do a whole lot of journalling at all this term, but for this week I just wrote “pain” on most days and then YAY BIDEN at the end of it. 

Weekly Schedule

Above is what a typical week looked like, some were a lot lot lot more dense, others not so much, but this was pretty average. Not all things on the calendar are work related, some are extra lectures from visiting professors that sounded interesting, or “Free Boba & Snacks Pick Up” put on by my residence. Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday were my big work days last term, where I didn’t have a whole lot of classes so I would do most of my reading then. On Tues and Thurs I had one 3-hour seminar, and M-F I had a 50 min Japanese class. 

I woke up every day around 7am-ish, made a green tea, and sat at the computer to work, filter through emails, etc. On particularily open days I would go grocery shopping, go for bike rides/walks around campus, go buy food/boba. 

On class-heavy days, I wouldn’t leave my computer for 8-12 hours, which is extremely ridiculous but that’s the new norm in school in 2020. This kind of stunk because all of the socializing was also on the computer, so even if I wasn’t working I was doing screen related things. 

EVERY day I stopped working at 6pm. Rarely did I do readings past 6pm unless I was really slacking somewhere. From 6pm onwards I would do things like play Among Us or League of Legends with my discord friends, eat, watch movies with my partner, etc. And then most nights I would try to be in bed by 12am at the latest. 

Social Life

Despite the online nature of things this term, I was suprisingly able to meet a lot of great people on campus. We were all being tested at least once a week, which made in person gatherings with 1-4 people a little less scary, especially when half of the people lived together in one household. 

In the first week of school, some of the grad programs put on a “speed friending” zoom event, where I was able to connect with two people really well. We ended up doing a “slow-friending” zoom event afterwards and then created a FB group chat and added all of the people we had met into it. The group ended up being about 15 people, and we would message the group for park hangouts, going to get food, or going on walks on campus. We also had a huge get together in a park for Mid-Autumn Festival, where we sat in a socially distanced circle, chatted, and ate mooncakes. 

Most of my socializing came from my online friends, and amongus was a huge savior to my mental health this term wher emy group would play literally every night. I also made a really good friend off of Bumble BFF this term, who I’ve hung out with a good amount for plant shopping and board games. 

I’m very fortunate to be in a situation where I can get tested for COVID on a days notice, and very grateful that I could use that to stay a little sane. 

My Biggest Accomplishment this term, was not school related. but instead I hit my 365 DAY STREAK on duolingo. This was celebrated with cake. This streak has lived through literal hell and for that I am very proud. 

Overall reflection:

This term was super rough, there were a lot of days where I just napped through it and a lot of days where I couldn’t bring myself to do any work. However, I think the courseload that I took was very manageable and I’m going to continue to go light on myself in that regard. 

I really liked the boundaries that I set for myself this term, not working after 6pm and making time to do some fun things in the midst of chaos. I never felt like I was too far behind on work, or that I wasn’t doing enough, because I had a literal reminder in front of me that I had already put x amount of hours into something with toggl. 

Sometimes in class I would feel like I didn’t know how to productively contribute to conversation, but I think thats a skill that will get better over time and not being so great at it should especially be expected in the first term of a program.

Socially I met a lot of wonderful people who also made me feel more comfortable will myself. I started using She/They pronouns which feel really comforting to me. I made a lot of little origami cranes every time I was feeling sad. I drank a lot of boba. Watched a lot of She Ra. Played a lot of games. It all ended up being okay despite the weight of everything around me. 

I’m proud of all of you for making it through this year, I know it was really difficult for a lot of people in more ways than it was for me, but we’re still here! Sometimes all you can do it make it to the next day and thats such a big accomplishment on its own. 

Please feel free to reach out with any questions about time-management, toggl, phd stuff in general, archaeology, etc! Always happy to help out. :’)

Thanks for reading!

Lyss

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