are all the nightowl eps subbed??? watched from a jjinggus livejournal n some eps weren't available
okay so you can check here for yk the entire eps list, some aren't subbed but if you search them as midnight tofu ep. x on yt you'll get the onew cut with subs. you can also try yhs ep. x like for example in that list ep 17 subs aren't listed but if you search midnight tofu ep 17 on yt you'll get this (most of the missing eps are here btw)
You and your older brother Simon share one particular trait in common: stubbornness and impulsiveness. Unfortunately, your shared short temper has gotten you both in trouble more than once.
Addtl. Information: Simon is 20, Reader is 15. Culturally, an appropriate time for the latter to marry.
Requested: No
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“Watcha doing?”
Your older brother doesn't even look up from where he sits on the dock by the boat, mending his net, grunting a noncommittal response.
You take that as an invitation to sit. “Can I help?”
Simon still refuses to spare you a glance. “Don't you have something better to be doing with your time? Like helping Eema?”
“Don't you have something better to be doing?” You shoot back. “Like gambling at the Hammer?”
“Hey.” That catches his attention, net dropping into his lap as he glares over at you. “You promised not to say anything.”
“No, I promised not to say anything to Eema or Abba,” you clarify. “I can still tell you to stop as much as I want. Where's Andrew?”
Simon goes with the subject change, used to your stream of consciousness. “He saw a pretty girl and disappeared. Absolutely useless.”
“Hey! He's not useless!” You elbow him in the side, frowning and ignoring the look he shoots at you.
“Abba would kill me if I hit you,” Simon hisses through his teeth, more a reminder to himself as to why it's prudent not to attack you, than it is anything else.
A shadow falls over the two of you suddenly, causing the both of you to look up. You stifle a groan, having forgotten that the owner of the shadow in question, Malachi, works near the docks too. Malachi is a few years your senior and quiet good at not comprehending the meaning of words, especially the phrase, no, I do not wish to marry you, please stop asking.
Unlike Andrew, Simon hadn't been around for an interaction between you and Malachi, much less your complaining about the... well, you're not sure you could call him a 'man'. Eighteen-year-old immature toddler might be a more apt description.
“Hello,” Malachi greets you. “Simon,” he adds with a nod.
Before your brother can say anything, you pipe up, sickly-sweet tone matching the similar faux smile on your face. “Malachi. How have you been?”
Simon's head swives over to the man the second he hears the poisonous honey dripping from your tongue, contempt falling from each syllable and thankfully going straight over Malachi's head. He narrows his eyes up at his contemporary, but is prevented from speaking by the idiot before you opening his own mouth.
“Have you reconsidered my proposal?” Malachi asks, flexing slightly.
“Yes,” You respond easily, head tilted slightly down. Your brother catches your eyes glinting dangerously as your grin turns sharp. Simon decides to let you handle it--for the time being, that is; he'll intervene if necessary.
Malachi's relief is palpable. “Good. That was your father's problem with giving me blessing, now we can arrange-“
“Oh, no,” you interrupt, not sparing the man towering over you a second glance and disinterestedly picking at your nails instead. “I said I reconsidered. I never said my conclusion was in your favor. Here, I'll reconsider again.” You pause, tilting your head to the side slightly with a pensive expression. “Yeah, still not planning on it. Sorry.”
Simon smirks to himself as Malachi stares at you for a beat, processing, before the answer hits. “What do you mean? Why not? I can provide for you. I can give you a house and children to care for. What more do you want?”
“Maybe someone who respects me, to start.”
A scowl forms on the other's face, taking a threatening step forward. “I'm the best offer you're going to get.”
As he spoke, Simon stood, moving in between the two of you. Malachi may be taller, but Simon is broader, has the benefit of working a trade that requires a strong physique. His anger shows clearly on his face, protective and entirely confused as to what caused that idiot to think that he was the best you would ever get. If anything, it was the other way around, one hundred percent. “I think it's time for you to move along,” he threatens, voice low.
Malachi clenches his teeth. You stand as he does, Simon noting it--because of course he does--and grabbing your arm to push you behind him and back a few paces. Well out of the way of a fight. “Got a problem, Simon?”
“Yeah, I got a problem. You, harassing my sister. Especially without her father's blessing.” He tsks.
“She's a daughter of Jonah,” Malachi sneers. “Not worth the trouble any way. I can find someone better anywhere I want. She should be grateful I even gave her a first glance, much less a second.”
You put a hand on Simon's arm to restrain him. “Let's just go,” you whisper dully, not wanting to let on just how much your would-be admirer's words affect you.
“Sure,” your brother agrees for your sake only, biting out the word like it physically hurts him to do so. He turns, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tossing the end of the net back into the boat. It's not strong enough to be of desire to anyone passing by, so it's safe to leave with said boat.
“One last chance!” Malachi calls after you two. “Or you can see how much the daughter of Jonah enjoys becoming a zonah for lack of husband.”
The attempt at a pun is the final straw, implying that you would ever be a lady of the night, and you can't stop Simon before he marches over, stopping one step short. “What did you say?” He seethes.
Malachi smirks. “You heard me.” He spits at your brother's feet, and you're unsurprised when the next second, he's covering his now-bleeding nose while Simon shakes out his hand, unfazed. Lowering one hand from his face, Malachi glares at Simon, pride hurt worse than his face--which is saying something. He throws his own punch in retaliation, landing the blow on Simon's upper arm.
Your brother barely moves at the impact, grinning at Malachi's shock. “Come on, I know you can punch harder than that,” he mocks, rather meanly; you would add, deservedly.
Before Malachi can collect himself enough to respond, currently spluttering half-words of vitriol and rage, you join Simon, grabbing his arm. “I think we should get home. He's not worth it.”
“You!” The other man finally manages a word. Not very eloquent, but still.
“Actually...” you pause, reconsidering, before swiftly kicking him in the back of both knees and causing him to faceplant in the dirt, Malachi not reacting quickly enough to catch himself. That done, you turn back to your brother, who smiles proudly over at you. “Now let's go.”
“As you wish.”
Neither of you spare a glance for the man you leave behind, pride wounded and nose never to look right again. One thing's for certain--the family of Jonah won't have to deal with him again.
every room becomes a mouth until you realise you’ve lived in the stomach of the beast for years and years and years and now the bile is swallowing you whole corroding everything you have left
I’ve finished with hair/makeup and am waiting for my call onto set~ Let’s simply chat a little~
LYN: WHAT’S HAPPENING x3 [spongebob voice?]
Comment: What’s going on?
LYN: Didn’t I write it in the caption? This is just like with taking tests, you’ve got to scan the questions first. You can’t just come in here with no idea what’s going on...
LYN: I came out to work today but they haven’t gotten around to me on set yet, so I had two choices. Wait around on set or come back home and take a nap. I don’t know when they’re going to call me, but I thought I’d just come back and wait a little.
Comment: You’re quite dark.
LYN: I already turned the brightening feature up to max and you still think I’m dark?? It’s at max. If you still think I’m dark then... there’s nothing else I can do.
LYN: Liking me is like this- I don’t care when or what you’re doing, as long as I have the time I will let you see me.
LYN: If you can watch my stream, you can watch a little. But if you can’t, there’s always the playback. I have nothing to do right now, but I’ll have to go whenever they call me back to set. I still have some scenes to do.
Comment: Ning-ge, how come you’re not filming right now?
LYN: I JUST finished saying why. That’s why with streams I think I should say some things later. I JUST finished explaining...
LYN: Yeah- the set hasn’t gotten around to shooting my scenes yet, so they suggested I come back and rest. I just woke from a nap and thought I’d stream a little. Give you some happiness during the daytime. My friends all need a surprise once in a while, right? Just like how my studio was in talks about me as a male lead and didn’t tell me. (joking)
Comment: Male lead??
LYN: See- this proves you didn’t watch my previous stream. All of my streams are connected. You must not have watched my previous one, so you don’t get the joke.
Comment: Liu Yuning, you don’t need to work?
LYN: Ehm... this person seems like someone who is very easily tricked in life. Look at my get up and my makeup/hair. You think when I’m not working I make myself up like this and sit around looking pretty? I put no.13 foundation and a wig on when I’m NOT working? My goodness.
Comment: Then, are you going to stream tonight too?
LYN: 去你的! (Up yours!) I don’t have anything better to do?? I can’t stream for you EVERY DAY.
Comment: I thought you were cosplaying.
LYN: If I were going to do that I’d at least make myself a little more “immortal”- like something out of Ancient Love Poetry.
Comment: Don’t you usually drink things with a straw?
LYN: I forgot to grab one.
LYN: Today’s Saturday and I figure you’re all resting and have the weekend off with nothing to do, so I’d come and chat a little.
Comment: Ning-ge, I came out to play, but I’ll find a place to sit down and secretly watch you.
LYN: You can play; there’s always the playback. I have nothing to do so I didn’t want to just waste my time (and came to stream).
Comment: I can’t find the presents.
LYN: I turned the feature off! I don’t need you to give presents.
LYN: If you’re busy, you can plug in your earphones or use your blue-tooth headphones and listen to my white noise.
Comment: No.13 isn’t THAT dark?
LYN: The whitening filter is on and I have two big lights here, otherwise I really WOULD be too dark. I’ll blend into the background of the house.
Comment: You’re not shooting?
LYN: It’s not my turn yet. They’re shooting other people first. When it’s my turn they’ll come and call me and I’ll have to leave. So I’ll stream while I can. Don’t push me. It’s like you don’t want to see me. I came here out of the goodness of my heart and you’re making it seem like you love to ignore me.
LYN: There are some anti-s going around- you know how I said I wanted to be Jing Tian-laoshi’s second male lead? And then some of you were saying I was shameless... then I joked that I would make you “爱答不理 (love to ignore me)” but tomorrow I’ll make you “高攀不起 (reach high but never touch me).” Some people thought those words were directed at Jing Tian-laoshi, and were making it seem like she and I didn’t have a good relationship. Then there were a group of people who bought into the lie... I’ve discovered that a lot of people online don’t have the ability to make independent judgement. They tagged along in criticizing me.
LYN: It’s fine. Actually there are a lot of you out there who will advise me to watch what I say. But I think I’m already being cautious enough. If they want to, people will always find a way to stir things up. I don’t care. My stream is for the people who like me and my fans, or maybe some passersby, or people who are bored. I hope that everyone in my stream can be kind people. If you really have the time to sit here and stir up shit, I think that time would be better spent- /cuts himself off/ Forget it.
LYN: This is just my streaming style, and I have no plans on changing that. Singers and actors have pretty much the same style but I want to be one of a kind.
Comment: The bgm’s a little loud.
LYN: This is the mood I’m going for, though. I don’t know about you- but do you ever feel the need to have music all the time? For example, if you’re having a meal, you’ll turn on some music or the television? When there’s free time I will always play music- like when I’m getting my makeup done. Is anyone else like that? I am, in any case.
LYN: There’s always a mood in the makeup room- there’s always music. Or in the studio, taking photos, there will be music playing. Music is something that can make the mood. There’s always music in the makeup room, but I discovered a problem- they never play my songs. Do they really not know that the person they are currently applying makeup to is a singer? What do they mean by that??
LYN: I’m kidding. My songs will come up sometimes. Because I’m very familiar with my songs- once the beginning notes are out I already know its mine. I pretend to be calm on the outside but on the inside I’m really very happy. It’s my song! :D I’ll go, “Oh, this song. /casually/ Do you know who sings it?” Makeup-laoshi: “I don’t know. Who is it?” LYN: “Oh, no one. It’s fine.” :’) I ask on purpose, you know. But the laoshi will say, “Oh, I don’t know. I just let it auto-play and it got to this song by itself.” It was auto-play, not that someone wanted to play it especially.
LYN: AWKWARD!
Comment: My company plays your songs.
LYN: Thank you. I hope that among my friends there are those who work in the market- those who are in charge of the broadcast system. You can change all of the songs on your market’s playlist into mine. Or those who work for some school’s radio- I hope you can play more of my songs. Thank you.
Comment: Our market always plays your songs.
LYN: Thank you.
Comment: Lao-da, when you’re famous will you still stream like this?
LYN: What a sharp question. When I’m famous... will I still stream...? How UN-famous am I right now? My friend- I just want to ask. Can you tell me how un-famous your Ning-ge is? Do you KNOW how to speak? HA?!
LYN: Maybe right now I don’t compare to those really amazing people, but... I think I’m good. I still have work and that’s good enough. I’m not good enough but I’m not too bad either. It’s a happy middle. I think I’m already very lucky to be working, so I don’t care if I’m “famous” or not. No matter how famous you are, you still have the same amount of time. There are only 365 days in a year, and only so many hours you can spend working.
LYN: I’m SO un-famous and I already have so many antis. They- they take my videos out of context just to create hate-material... If I were a little more famous, wouldn’t I be targeted even worse? It’s better if they don’t think anything of me. I’ll just play by myself and that’s good enough.
LYN: Alright- they’ve already notified me to get to work. I need to go now. Excuse me, I need to go. My friends- weren’t you just saying I wasn’t famous? Now work is calling. I need to get to work now! I don’t have any time to play with you. Bye bye~
Comment: So fast?
LYN: Yes, I’m /that/ busy. See? As long as someone questions questions me I’ll have work to do. Isn’t that a coincidence!
Comment: Will you come back later to stream?
LYN: Ning-ge still has important things to do. I need to hurry and make myself famous. I need to go. I can’t stream anymore! I need to go be famous.
LYN: I’m talking seriously here, they really are calling me. I know a lot of you are working right now, so I hope you have a good day. Just think of it as me giving you a call and we chatted for a few minutes. I need to go now, though. Alright? Bye bye my friends. I hope your work goes smoothly and anyone who’s at school right now spends their day happily.
LYN: Bye bye! See you next time. When I have more time I’ll stream again. Bye.
YOU'RE 5'2"???????? I'M TALLER THAN YOU??? WTF I THOUGHT YOU WERE LIKE 5'7" AT THE VERY LEAST & PROBABLY EVEN TALLER actually I take that back you seemed more 5'5"
I won’t lie, I laughed like a maniac at the 5′7″ thing. I can’t even imagine what it’d be like to be that tall. I can only dream.
