#if i messed up something tell me i'll rectify

[telamons]

No matter how bitter the truth that awaits me, I will press on.

#final fantasy xvi #clive rosfield #ffxvi #ffxvi spoilers #gamingedit #mine #ffedit #ffgraphics #final fantasy #xiv #don't really know how to tag anymore #if i messed up something tell me i'll rectify #btw if you want me to tag you please tell me so! #i can't believe how gorgeous he looks really #LOOK AT HIM #this whole sequence made me shiver #i'm gonna start giffing the hell out of this game there's just too much to tell #(i'm only halfway but i already got so many recordings.... takes too much space on my ps5)

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

When the kids come back, I'll talk it out with them. If that's still possible.

*Whether or not this conversation took place we don't know but what I DO know is I LOVE how Kaz is written as a character. As deeply flawed, warped and messed up as he is.

Oh look another Kaz meta from Nate be shocked and awed *cough*.

Which honestly, is why I like his character so much. Kaz had to be built up in reverse, and the story and writing around him is SO good. Because he is such a deeply, horribly flawed person with insane ideology and a tattered moral code. As grey as the rest of them.

This tape is one of those bits where Kaz says a whole lot, and gets so close to a point, but doesn't quite hit it. It comes around to a theme of justification: "Yeah. That's it alright. I wanted to use those kids, to test that theory." But to the kids or to himself. I'd argue it might be both. Because Kaz is aware of his own flaws, and the kind of person he is. He is utterly ruthless and unashamed of that fact. Kaz will bring down nations, people-anything it takes, to get what he wants.

And in a way, he absolutely does. We know that from the canon events of other games. But he's not ignorant of himself, even if he searches for excuses. "I hate kids. That's exactly what I heard from the people who raised me."

Kaz never fully comes around to admitting that he's been angry and full of spite his entire life, but it's evident with how he talks. He's roundabout with it-as he is almost everything he says. But it's obvious what he's getting at. The things he says. He tries, desperately, to find a reason for his actions. But those reasons never 100% come to the point where he admits he might be part of the issue here.

This a completely valid point. But then of course, as nature is wont to do; he grew up. Everyone comes to the point in life where their opinions, thoughts, feelings etc are disregarded. Then suddenly BAM you're an adult, and people listen to you. And you don't know why.

But in conjunction with that, eventually we all reach a point in life where it doesn't matter how rough or terrible childhood was, we have to move on. We have to accept that it happened, we can't make it better, and there's only so long we can lean on 'rough past' as a reason. Eventually you have to move on-otherwise you get nowhere.

But Kaz never fully moves on. He comes close. He has moments within MGSV itself, but what happens after MGSV? He joins Foxhound in the mid 90's, trains up Snake-and has him kill Big Boss. That is the exact opposite of moving on. Even if he ends up understanding Venom at certain points. Even if he manages to admit at times, 'revenge solves nothing' him admitting it doesn't change how his life pans out.

He stays angry.

He stays hurt.

We don't know what kind of mindset he has upon his death in 2005, but his flaws are never rectified. His entire life is a tragic, uphill stream of doing it, failing, doing it again, failing. And dying alone in an Alaskan cabin. Because MGS is a cyclical form of storytelling, and the cycles always continue.

Ironically, Kaz does in his own way create a legacy. His own legacy of bloodshed and terror. The war economy, for-profit PMC's. A dictatorship where the leadership is cross-border, hell beyond borders.

Which, given how he talks and behaves in life, is what he wanted. And it doesn't matter one bit in the end. It gives him, personally, nothing. Unless some unmarked Alaskan grave counts as 'something'. You tell me.

Until they're broken-by force, by Snake, Otacon and Sunny.

*As a quick aside, I ADORE how RAD acts Kaz out.

#mgs #mgsv #character posts: kazuhira miller #thoughts posts #headcanons #I LOVE THIS TERRIBLE DUDE SO MUCH OKAY #i ended up cutting the video off too early btw sorry about that

[rewritingroswell]

uh very much off topic for this blog but I recently rewatched House and I was reminded how much I love Eric/Remy, and now as an adult I saw so much wasted potential with both Foreman/Chase and Remy/Chase, so I had to rectify that with fic. set near the end of s6.

word count: 1121

rating: teen

characters: Eric Foreman, Remy Hadley, Robert Chase

pairings: Eric/Remy/Robert

you can read the fic on ao3 (if you have an account) here. if you don't have an account, the fic is under the read more 😊

Exploring

Robert and Eric are running some scans for a patient. Robert seemingly has something on his mind and after a moment, he turns to Eric. "Would it be okay if I asked Remy out?" Eric is blindsided. "Ummm..." "Look, I figure it's 50/50 she says yes. I'm not looking for anything serious, I figure she's not either. But... do you still have feelings for her?" Eric sighs. "Of course I do. But I royally fucked things up. And I don't think she'd ever consider getting back together with me, so who am I to stop her from exploring other options?" Robert still seems a bit nervous. "You sure? The last thing I want is to make things weird between us." "I mean, I don't expect her to be celibate. And you're allowed to have fun after Cameron. I have no right to tell you not to ask her out." Robert nods. "Okay. Thanks." Eric feels his heart drop into his stomach when he watches Remy and Robert leave work together a few nights later. **** Remy and Eric are staying late one night, trying to decipher Chris' notes again. Bickering about what his notes say leads to a fit of laughter, and next thing they know, they're kissing. It ends much quicker than either of them want as Eric pulls away. "Wait. Aren't you and Chase --" Remy laughs. "It's just casual. We haven't had the discussion of what we are yet." Her hands slide to his thighs. "I'm still allowed to explore with other people if I want." Eric gives her a stern glance. "I don't want to hurt my friend. He's had enough heartbreak." Remy seems a little disappointed, but she nods. "Okay. I'll talk to him tomorrow." **** Eric and Robert are in the lab, waiting for some test results. There's a palpable tension in the air until Robert speaks. "So... I'm okay with you and Remy getting involved again. We're just having some fun, we never made an agreement that the relationship was closed." "Most people don't have to explicitly make that agreement when they decide to continue seeing each other. It's usually assumed." "Well, we both know Remy is a fan of casual sex. I'm also a fan of casual sex. And I know the two of you have a history. Your relationship didn’t end because the feelings went away. In a way, I'm the one who butted in here." "I don't want to mess things up with her again. Or make things weird between you two." "Dude, it's simple. Remy's open to seeing both of us. I don't mind her being involved with you. Do you want to be with her or not?" Silence falls over them as Eric ponders this. He knows he's entering dangerous territory, but he can't deny the relief and excitement he feels when Remy agrees to dinner later that night. **** It gets to the point that Remy spends most nights with one of the two men. Lots of nice dinners and working late and getting drunk at bars. And sex. Lots and lots of really good sex. After a couple months of this new normal, she's at the bar with Robert. Remy's drunk and feeling a little mischievous. Her gaze catches Robert's as she brings the glass to her lips. "Have you ever had a threesome?"

**** Eric stares at the two of them in shock. "A threesome?" Remy laughs. "Group sex is fun!" Robert shrugs. "Having a threesome is on my bucket list. Maybe this configuration wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but honestly this might be better, given I'm already comfortable with both of you." Eric gives Robert a pleading look. "This is crazy! How are we supposed to pretend things are normal if we do this?" Remy purses her lips. "We haven't been badgered about our current arrangement. But if you don't want to do it, we don't have to. I just thought it might be fun to try something with both of my boyfriends." Eric glances between the two of them, feeling butterflies in his stomach. He inhales sharply before he says, "Okay, let's do it." **** Remy giggles as she pulls off her dress and lies down on the bed. "Your turn." Eric and Robert undress. The three of them in their underwear isn't quite as awkward as Eric expected it to be. Remy cups Robert's face and hungrily kisses him. Eric has to admit they look good together. He starts to think that he wouldn't mind watching his best friend fuck the woman he's in love with. But before Eric can seriously ponder what that thought means, Remy pulls away from Robert and grabs Eric's hand, drawing him closer and kissing him with equal fervor. Once the kiss ends, Remy laughs again and she asks, "Who wants me first?" **** Eric and Robert have both had a couple rounds with Remy. She whimpers, "I need a break." Robert lays down beside her, and Remy turns her attention to Eric. She smiles as she says, "Come here." Eric quickly lies on her other side, and he kisses her forehead. Remy sighs contentedly, "I have the best boyfriends." Robert laughs, "I assume that means it's been a good night." Remy nods before she leans in to give him a chaste kiss. "A fantastic night." She turns her head to Eric and kisses him as well. Her thumb rubs circles against Eric's cheek. After a moment, Remy asks, "What about the two of you?" Robert laughs. "Great. Not as exciting as I was hoping for. If it weren't for the voyeuristic aspect, I suspect it'd feel like any other night with you." Eric rolls his eyes. "Sorry that I feel a little out of my depth with the two most sexually adventurous people I know." Remy laughs, and then kisses Eric on the cheek. "That's okay. I get to spend the night with both of you, which was the main goal." Eric smiles. "I'm glad it's been a good night for you." He glances towards Robert. "For both of you." A flash of concern crosses Robert's face. "Are you not enjoying yourself?" Eric appears shocked by the ask. "I never said I wasn’t." Robert eyes him skeptically. “You’re still nervous, aren’t you?”

Eric just stares back at him, not saying anything. Robert shakes his head. “I think you’re still overthinking this. And I have an idea that may help.”

Robert leans over Remy, and gently cups Eric’s face, kissing him. It’s over quickly, and Robert smirks as he asks, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Eric seems a little dazed, and pulls Robert in for another kiss, this one more passionate. Once the kiss ends, Eric responds, “No, this is perfect.”

#multiamorymarch #house md #robert chase #eric foreman #remy hadley #foreteen #choreman #chase x thirteen #eric x remy x robert #house md fic

[baby-dollinkz]

Doll Boy did a cringe.

this issue was something i felt i should've addressed when it first started and is long over due as my previous apology was bogged down with ridiculous reasoning for my behavior. i'm only hoping that this post will rectify that.

I will have this be rebloggable only due to me wanting this to be seen by those i've effected or for anyone to add onto what i did so i can properly address it.

i also want it to be known that no one made me do this, no one made me make this post. i chose to write this because i felt like i needed to. no one called me out and this isn't drama.

LASTLY PLEASE DO NOT HARASS ANYONE IN THIS POST. EVEN THOSE I DIDN'T NAME. I DO NOT WANT MORE PEOPLE BEING HURT. IF YOU HARASS ANYONE DUE TO THIS POST I WILL BLOCK YOU WITHOUT QUESTION

TL;DR: I, the user Baby Dollinkz, previously known as Pastel Snorpy and Neon Drawinkz, acted chronically online and straight up abusive and told everyone they had to follow cannon while also saying people don't have to draw colorful muppets a specific way. and then afterwards tried to manipulate someone to feel bad for blocking me.

Full Apology under cut because it gets long.

this is pointed towards the bugsnax fandom.

i've been trying to distance myself due to my behavior when i lashed out on the behalf of someone's comfort and then after that blamed the people i was in a call at the time for my action.

none of the people in that call are to blame for how i acted. i was the dumbass acting out of pocket and should've just dropped the subject.

this was something i chose to do without properly thinking how i could effect others. and distancing myself wasn't a proper thing to do as it was just avoiding the problem as a whole.

i specifically targeted the user flooftyfizzlebeans/sophdoesart for shipping Lizeggty and tried to justify it with my bullshit reasons. which was the most chronically online thing i've done and personally promised myself not to do that again. which luckily i haven't done so at least from what i remember.

after the first post i made vaguing about them in a hateful shitposty way i woke up the next day seeing people telling me that i messed up and should apologize. which led me to making my first "apology" which was just a pity party explaining why i was right and everyone was wrong.

make it worse in between posts i cried and whined about how i was (rightfully) soft blocked by an ex friend and essentially tried to manipulate people to feel bad for me being a little shit.

and to that ex friend and soph, i completely understand if you choose to disregard this apology and/or feel this apology wasn't done well. you don't have to forgive me and you can ignore this.

this is me putting it out there that im trying to change as the person. hopefully i'll figure out why i've acted the way i have. I'm sorry you had to deal with my behavior.

please stay safe out there.

#important post #apology #long post #any writing mistakes were because i was panicking a bit while writing this. i didn't want to post pone this #and i was scared of getting into an argument with anyone by having a proof reader #im only hoping that this post gets the correct message across and i don't have to make a third apology. i don't like being negative. #that makes me sound like i didn't want to make this post but i promise i did

[italiangothicwriteblr]

Happy Tiny Scene Sunday!

Fire, Blood & Bones

@bloodlessheirbyjacques >:3

Hey! Thanks for the prompt!

This is set some point during Book 2--it's one of the magic reveal ideas I've been toying with

TW for gore

It had all come crashing down.

Nova was ashamed at herself, how she was reacting. She could run, retreat back into the woods until everyone at court forgot her name, yet she was slumped on her bed, wailing like the world was ending.

Her world was, anyway.

She could only imagine how disappointed Adrasteia would be when she heard how Nova had shattered their precarious peace. The king had been on the receiving end of an assassin's curse, pronounced certain to die. She couldn't watch the man who had shown her so much kindness perish like that, not when she could save him.

She revealed her magic. Resigned herself to her fate as Livia watched her whisper the incantation that mended Enrico's bones, lifted the enchantment he was under. Livia's relief at her uncle's recover was completely dwarfed by her shock at Nova's revelation.

As it ought to be. Nova always knew the day Livia learned the truth would be her last.

She knew it was pathetic to whimper and beg, but she wondered if their previous bond could convince Livia not to use the pyre.

The door to her chamber opened, and Nova couldn't even bring herself to stand up.

"I heard," Adrasteia said as she stepped inside.

Nova couldn't meet her eye. Someone who had done so much for her, worked so hard, and she had disappointed her.

But there was only care in her friend's eyes as she wrapped her arms around Nova.

"You did what you needed to do. You saved a life. There's no world in which you would do anything different, and that's the reason we all work so hard for you."

Nova was sobbing into her shoulder.

"I don't know what's going to happen to me, but I need you to promise me something. Don't concern yourself with loyalty to me, when I'm gone. Say whatever you need to say, do whatever you need to do, but keep yourself safe. My memory is the least important thing."

"No!" Adrasteia's silver eyes were alight with anger. "Fuck that. I'm not selling you out for something as trivial as comfort!"

"I'll be dead!"

"You don't know that!" Angry tears were streaming down Adrasteia's face. "They may do nothing!"

It was a hollow reassurance, and they both knew it.

"Yes, I do." Nova whispered. "Fire."

She could smell the flames. She had dreamt of the stake before, many times, but that couldn't prepare her for the real thing.

"I'll do everything I can. Enrico will too! This isn't happening without a fight--"

They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Livia stood there, blood splattered across her white dress and weaved in her golden curls. Nova was so focused on how beautiful she looked, she almost missed what Livia was carrying.

In her fist, she gripped the severed head of Nero Trapani. His evil eyes now unseeing, usually perfect hair now messed.

"I brought you something." Livia looked at Nova. Nova would never get used to the warm, heady feeling that came with being on the receiving end of all of Livia's passion and determination.

"What..." Nova stammered.

"You didn't feel safe telling me the truth, clearly. I wanted to rectify that. Nero and his faction threaten your safety, so I handled him."

Maybe Nova should have been horrified, but all she felt was a rush of love and appreciation as she dove into Livia's arms to kiss her, not caring as Nero's blood got all over them both.

#wip: the traitor's heir #ch: novellia de rege #my writing #ch: livia corvi #novellia x livia

[unseededtoast]

Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 19/37 | Part Eighteen, Part Twenty

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

"I thought Ultron was a fantasy."

I rub my eyes and retie my ponytail as Tony and Bruce go back and forth for what seems to be the sixth consecutive hour. I watch as the two bounce ideas off each other, each of them passionate about the points they're making. Looking down at my paper, I see my scribbled notes and try to make some sense of it all. This science is way over my head but I won't give up until I understand it. I tap the pen on the piece of paper as I think and try to process all of the information.

"Well it's not like Jarvis gave us a lot to go off of." I interrupt the two, tired of hearing them bicker. They both might be right or wrong there's no way to tell for sure right now. The two stop fighting for a second and stare at me.

"Well do you have any idea then?" Tony smartly asks. I stand from my seat and begin slowly pacing back and forth.

"Well Jarvis said the jewel was just housing whatever is inside, that much we do know. We don't know what's being housed, or even what it's made of. I have a theory too, what if the scepter was able to grant those 'freaky siblings' their powers. How else would they have gotten those powers if not for alien technology?" I speak, some of my thoughts finally becoming cohesive with one another from a chaotic mess. I had considered the possibility of the stone granting the powers but I hadn't voiced it until now.

"That's not a bad theory." Bruce says. As if a fog had been lifted, another idea pops into my mind.

"Also, you all said it had the power to dominate and manipulate someone's mind in an instant. The common denominator here is that the scepter is likely causing a change within someone's mind. Think about it, super speed is likely to come from altering or enhancing the primary motor cortex or cerebellum. You can't fully control someone's mind without changing aspects of it either." I say. Some of the puzzle pieces are starting to fit together though I have no answer as to how telekinesis can be achieved but I'm chalking that up as part of the unknown for now and maybe we'll circle back to it when we understand it more.

Tony and Bruce remain silent, my mind begins racing a million miles per second as more theories start forming. If this scepter, or the stone in the scepter, is able to change someone's mind instantaneously, perhaps it can be used to help Bucky in some way? I'm not willing to risk experimentation though, that would be the worst possible thing I could put Bucky through but once we know and understand the nature of the stone it might be a possibility.

"Tony I think she might be right." Bruce breaks the silence. Tony stays silent, both Bruce and I watch him, curious as to what he has to say.

"I hate to say it, and this will be the only time I'll ever say this, but I think you're right too." He says and looks at me. I smile in victory, satisfied that Tony Stark finally admitted I might be right about something. Relishing in the small feat doesn't last long, Tony jumps right back into the research, telling Jarvis to run more tests and make more models.

More tests means more time waiting for answers, but I want answers now. I feel like we're on the verge of discovering something huge and I want to know what we have in our possession and what it is capable of. If it has the ability to grant someone telekinetic powers, it's hard to say where the capabilities end, it can be revolutionary.

In the meantime, I try to occupy myself by organizing my thoughts on paper, a mind map of sorts. I make a column for theories, what is known, and what is unknown. I haven't had science make me this happy in over ten years, it feels good to be doing research again and this time for the right people. Although I only hope Hydra doesn't come looking for what the Avengers took from Sokovia.

"Would you like to take a lunch break with me?" Bruce comes to the table and I finish writing my sentence. I cap the pen and lay it on top of the paper,

"Yeah sounds good, maybe it'll make enduring the wait easier to handle. Tony you're more than welcome to join too." I say as we make our way to the elevator. Tony waves us off and keeps his eyes focused on whatever Jarvis is doing. Bruce and I go to the main floor to find something quick for lunch.

We settle on microwave taquitos and take the time out of the lab to go outside, where both Steve and Bucky are. Bruce and I share the plate and watch as the two best friends throw a ball back and forth. Once they see us join them outside, Bucky tucks the ball under his arm and makes his way over to us.

"We thought we'd never see you two again, I thought the lab took you both hostage." Bucky jokes.

"It kind of did." Bruce says, mouth full of taquito. Bucky sits next to me and I smile, having missed his company while I spend my time in the lab with Tony and Bruce.

"Did you figure anything out?" He asks. I haven't been able to find time to update Bucky on what is going on, developments have happened quickly and I haven't left the lab for about twelve hours now.

"Yeah actually. Jarvis pretty much said he didn't know what it was but I have some theories." I say, finishing off a taquito.

"What theories?" Bucky asks. He's taken an interest in this project, I can tell he's fascinated with the science of it all.

"Well I think it's a possibility that it has the ability to alter minds on a whim. I think it gave the siblings their powers in Sokovia." I say, giving him the summary of everything. He nods his head,

"Luckily we have the smartest person alive on the case." He says and nudges my shoulder. I roll my eyes and shake my head, flattered by the compliment but knowing he's off the mark.

"No need to boost Bruce's ego like that." I say which makes Bruce laugh.

"You're the one who's come up with all the theories so far, give yourself some credit." Bruce says. I feel weird getting compliments about how smart I am, probably from how I was praised and worshipped back at Hydra for my scientific advancements.

"You and Tony are in this too. Tony made Jarvis which is helping a ton, and you're putting ideas out there." I say, shifting the credit to all of us. Steve has stood silently the entire time, and I feel bad for leaving him out of the conversation. I pick up a taquito and offer it to him,

"Want a taquito?" I ask as he looks at it, seeming to be confused.

"What's a taquito?" He asks. My eyes widen a little in disbelief.

"Steve you've never had a taquito?" I ask and he shakes his head. I give him the taquito and he takes it. He must like them because he finishes it quickly.

"Yeah they're not too bad." He says and I nod my head in agreement. Bruce grabs the empty plate,

"I think I'm gonna go back down, if anything happens I'll come get you. Take your time up here." He says and walks inside. It's hard saying how long it's going to take Jarvis to run the tests and models Tony ordered and I don't feel like waiting in the lab and going crazy when I can be up here with Bucky and Steve.

"What have you two been up to?" I ask, curious about how they've filled the last twelve hours.

"We caught up, threw a ball around. Not much else but that." Steve explains.

"Where's Natasha?" I ask, not having seen her since everyone got back.

"She actually left to join Fury with the Sokovian siblings about three hours ago." I wonder if we'll end up going there too or if we're going to be stationed here for the time being. I like this place, it's secluded and private, but is still close enough to a town so we don't feel stranded.

I still haven't told Tony about the joyride Bucky and I took his car on, and I think I'll keep it to myself for the time being. Knowing Tony he won't be too happy to hear about it, I need to butter him up and get more on his good side before I divulge information like that. Maybe the scepter project will bring us closer together.

"Have you heard about how they're doing?" I ask. I wonder what long-term effects of the scepter's abilities are, if the twins were gifted using the scepter at all. I think they will prove to be interesting either way, I'm especially interested in the sister.

"No, Fury's been radio silence since he left except for to request Natasha." Steve says.

My mind wanders off and I debate telling Bucky my theory about how it might be possible to use the scepter to get the programming out of his head. If I do tell him, it might backfire if my theory isn't right and I don't want to give him false hope. If I'm right I don't want the idea coming out of left field, but maybe it won't matter if it's a surprise. I think the best route may be to keep it to myself until I know I'm right for certain. I stand up and stretch, guessing it's about time I join the others back at the lab.

"I'll see you guys later." I say and turn to go back inside.

"Don't forget about me." Bucky teases and I pause to look at him before going in.

"I couldn't if I tried." I smile and go to the elevator, taking the short ride back to the lab.

Bruce and Tony are standing in front of a hologram and I quickly join them, seeing a model being displayed. I stand next to Tony and take in what the model is showing. My mouth falls slightly agape as I realize what I'm looking at. I look to the two standing next to me and see if they've come to the same conclusion. Instead, they look confused as they meet my gaze.

"What?" Bruce asks, eyes lighting up once he realizes I have something.

"Look at how it's functioning. I mean these look like neurons firing. You've got the basic structures of them too, notice the dendrites, the soma, and then the axon." I point out parts of the model. To me, this looks like a functioning brain of some sort.

"So you're saying it's just a brain?" Tony questions.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. It looks like it's thinking, it can't be a coincidence that there are similar structures to this and the human brain. The only thing is that this isn't human, it's uncharted territory." I say, still trying to comprehend what I'm seeing.

"This is what the gem is, it's a brain." Bruce chimes in, staring at the blue colored model.

"What if we could harness this power?" Tony proposes and my eyebrows raise.

"I think we should take some time to understand what this is more in depth before we try to harness anything." I say, not entirely liking Tony's idea.

"We can learn as we go." Tony says, and I shake my head,

"Tony, we can't just start experimenting with alien technology we have no firm understanding of." I say, uncomfortable with the idea Tony is pitching.

"I'm with her on this Tony, let's study this and try to understand what all is going on first." Bruce backs me up and Tony sighs.

"Sure, if we want to be lame that way." Tony childishly says and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. This is some serious technology we're dealing with and I don't think it should be taken lightly.

I shove off Tony's remarks and stare at the model. I see the similar structures to that of the human brain, but it's not quite the same. It's hard to wrap my head around how this is possible, I've never seen a functioning brain on this level before. It makes me nervous that Hydra had access to this and what they found out as a result.

As I stare into the blue model, I begin dissecting it piece by piece, applying what I know to what is unknown. Tony and Bruce start going back and forth again, but I tune them out as I watch the model. I grab my notes from earlier and uncap the pen with my teeth, scribbling some words in the theories column. No thought is too insignificant and I want to be sure I can trace my train of thought.

"Hey, I think I've come up with a few more ideas." I say, getting the two of them to stop.

"What do you have?" Bruce asks.

"Well, just by looking at how it's functioning I think that the stone itself has a degree of sentience. Either that or it's just housing the framework of a supercomputer-esque program. Either it's organic or it's not." I say, hoping they follow what I'm explaining.

"How would we be able to tell?" Bruce asks and I shrug.

"I have no idea. It's not like a stone can speak on its sentience level. I know it sounds a little out there but if we're dealing with alien technology shouldn't we also consider explanations that seem a little alien to us?" I question. Tony paces back and forth a few times.

"Back at the Hydra base, there were some advanced robotics. I'm willing to bet they figured this out as well and tried to apply it. Give the framework a host." Tony says, and it makes sense.

"You're talking about artificial intelligence." Bruce jumps in.

"Or at least partially artificial." I add, not wanting to entirely rule out that this is inorganic.

"Maybe we can apply this to the Ultron program." Tony looks to Bruce who seems to be taken aback.

"I thought Ultron was a fantasy." I've never heard of the Ultron program before so I listen intently to what they're saying, trying to piece it all together.

"It was but if we can use this framework I think it can be a reality." Tony explains.

The conversation falls flat as we each contemplate what exactly this is and what it means. I know I have my work cut out for me, but I know this can potentially lead to a lot of answers. It may be just what I need to help save Bucky's mind. If it's true that it granted people superhuman abilities, there has to be a way it can undo the Winter Soldier programming.

I sit on a lab stool with my notes in front of me and I tighten my ponytail. I'm here for the long haul and I don't think any of us are leaving this lab anytime soon. Not until we have answers.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #winter soldier #scarlet witch #hydra #ultron #tony stark #bruce banner #marvel

[freedomarrow]

Even Ayra — adamant on a course to Isaach — had come around to see Sara's way of thinking, so there is only one person in the group that makes himself an obstacle to her will. It might be unflattering to brood quietly and allow herself to openly radiate displeasure, but she has never cared for appearances.

Sara pointedly ignores him for as long as she can with words on the cusp of her tongue ready to criticize and devalue the lone contribution he has to his forgettable name.

"I see everything you do," she says gravely. “And more.”

From anyone else the declaration would be arrogant, however she hears the rhythms of this world as soundly and surely as the beat of her own heart. And Sara is most certain he cannot profess the same.

“You are a follower, not a leader.” He’d gone rigid under the intensity of Prince Macedon’s authority. “As a stranger to the land, what makes you so confident to act as a guide? Does it amuse you to blindly stagger towards any destination?”

A beat passes. Her brow furrows, lips pressed together in a line.

“Without me, you are just as lost as the others.”

"You did not make yourself trustworthy. That's not on me."

His voice is quiet, but the annoyance is clear to hear and his gaze is cold as his eyes meet hers. "Know for the future that people don't like when someone holds back information."

He did it wrong - he messed up - he knows that. Granted, he did not consider that Lord Michalis would betray them like that, and he is certain neither did she; reasonably, he knows that that, at least, is something no one blames him for.

But the rest of it? At the end of the day, he is the one who advocated for this path, and feels responsible for whatever transpired here. She really does not need to rub it in. He already knows he got them into this mess.

It is up to him, now, to try and get them out of it.

He says nothing more for a while longer, his attention drawn elsewhere; another shape appears far away on the horizon, small at first, but getting larger seemingly by the second. More wyvern riders, he soon recognizes, and a glance at first Sara, then Lady Ayra, tells him that they do too. As do the slavers - they become alert, a few orders are barked here and there, weapons are drawn at the ready. So these are not reinforcements for this band. The opposite, in fact, by the looks of things.

Leonardo's eyes narrow. If he is going to get a chance to make up for his mistake, it is probably going to be in a moment, in just a second, as soon as they get here, any time now -

shouts and screams soon erupt around them, the sound of screeching wyverns and clashing weapons deafening and overwhelming - terrifying, somewhat; one would expect him to be used to it, and he is, but it is still scary when one is unarmed, defenseless and bound.

His mind in overdrive, he spots the one opportunity fate sees fit to grant him; he lunges forward, a stray axe missing his back by a sliver, but running across his wrist - and the ropes, just enough for him to wrestle his hands free. The slaver responsible for the deed turns sharply towards him, eyes filled with hatred, big, muscular hand already reaching for him to rectify his mistake.

He cannot free himself from this one, but he can -

You know what, fine. I'll trust you, then.

with one sharp movement, he pulls a concealed knife out of one of his bracers and runs it through the ropes binding Sara. In what feels like the same moment, he shoves her forward, pushing her as far out of the way as he can.

"Go!"

In the corner of his eye, he sees Professor Diamant had freed himself as well. Sir Lukas is right behind him. The one second where everything happens seems to stretch itself into an eternity - but not even an eternity can get him out of this struggle unscathed.

But that is fine. He cannot make it out, but at least some of them may escape. And then, she can lead them to where they need to head. He swings the knife one more time, wounding the slaver - nothing that can threaten him, but anything to keep the man's attention and fury on him.

"... GO!!"

#【 i have my orders ⁎ ic 】 #【 i grow fond of the faces around me ⁎ ask 】 #【 event season ⁎ sabbam vitatham 2023 】 #svaed2023 #((Sara tag a bit later brain empty rn)) #((yeet))

[ssuminshan-official]

Lan lips has an interview with team dimple~~

Xichen: *standing next to A-Yao*

Yao: *talking to his army* Feng you're in charge. You all must be on your best guard.

Feng: yes Bixia.

Yao: I got you new weapons and martial arts trainers.

We must train more.

Xiying: yes Bixia.

Yao: I believe that my darling hulijings are strong. But if the threat can get through you, then they'll have to face me.

Xiying: Don't say so, Bixia. No one can pass through us.

Yao: good!

If you meet anyone who looks like a foreign assasin, tie them up and interrogate them.

Feng: will do.

Xiying: we take pleasure in mauling your enemies, Bixia.

Yao: *smiles*

Su she and the rest: dimples!

We're back.

Yao: excellent. Let's go talk.

Er ge, will you excuse me.

Xichen: mn.

I'll put a spiritual net around the compound.

Yao: thank you very much.

~~

Yao: *sitting and fanning himself*

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, you won't believe what we just heard!

Xue yang: I killed a few Nie clan members because of it.

Su she: that huaisang is a mastermind.

Trio: *telling him everything they heard*

Yao: *raises brow furiously*

Su she: that's it.

Yao: what a fool.

He thinks that he can challenge an emperor.

Xue yang: can I chop him up?

Yao: no.

But you can harass him.

Xue yang: my specialty.

Yao: how can he be so selfish and jealous. Doesn't dage know about huaisang being a maniac?

Mo xuanyu: it seems like he's oblivious.

Yao: *opens fan again* they all are.

Su she: for real.

You're so strong.

Mo xuanyu: literally an emperor.

Xue yang: who is he to mess with you.

Yao: I'm stressed.

Trio: *holds on to him* oh no, Jiggy.

Xue yang: he wants to use Lan lips as a tool to kill you.

Yao: how dare he.

I feel like banishing him from my harem completely.

Su she: do it.

Xue yang: he doesn't deserve such a hot and elegant emperor like you.

Mo xuanyu: go have a rest, Yao gege. And we'll attend to you.

Yao: that would be lovely.

~~ in the room~~

Yao: *relaxing and reclining*

Su she: *playing the guqin*

Mo xuanyu: *pressing his feet*

Xue yang: *caressing his hand*

Yao: I have set things in place for the empire. So that they can be safe.

Mo xuanyu: that's good.

Yao: yes.

Shanshan darling, your music is melodious as ever.

Su she: thank you, Huangdi.

Yao: I must reward you three for your work. You gave me so much info on this fraud.

Xue yang: as we must.

Yao Huangdi.

Yao: come.

Trio: *sat closer*

Yao: *kisses them individually*

Yao: *feeding xy candy, stroking through mxys hair and caressing smss face.*

Xue yang: *kissing A-yao's hand and arm*

Yao: team dimple is so diabolical. I love it.

Su she: because you're our stunning leader.

Yao: *sarcasm* oh.....really?

Su she: yes.

Yao: delightful.

Guys I have something to tell you.

Mo xuanyu: what's that?

Yao: er ge proposed to me, and I said yes.

Trio: WOW!

Xue yang: we have to make the challenge harder for Lan lips.

Su she: team dimple is full! We have no room for him.

Mo xuanyu: what about us??

Yao: guys I will still love you. We're forever team dimple.

He'll be a part of the harem.

Xue yang: can we mess with him.

Yao: sure.

Xue yang: so when is your big day, Jiggy.

Yao: maybe after everything is rectified

Xue yang: got you.

Feng: *entering* Huangdi.

Your empire is secured.

Yao: how lovely. Excellent job.

Feng: it's my duty.

Meanwhile in Qinghe~~~

Huaisang: what do you mean that JingJing is armed?!

Nie Zhao: yes Gongzi. They are even planning on getting new weapons.

(Jingjing is the name of the hulijing realm/empire that yaoyao runs)

Huaisang. Now how am I going to get at San ge!

I need to take a month to plan.

Nie Zhao: ok. And you said that you would use Zewu Jun.

Huaisang: yea. But how?

Anyways! It will come to me!

Nie zhao: and what about clan leader Nie.

Huaisang: Dage can't know. Even though he has a bitter sweet relationship with San ge, he'll still punish me for being cunning and sneaky.

He would definitely beat it out of me.

Huaisang: but I can't change! San ge had hurt Dage, seduced him with his hulijing power and stole my spotlight.

The Nies should live on! And the hulijings must die.

...... ....

Huaisang:..........aren't you going to clap?

Nie Zhao: *clapping* yes yes Gongzi.

Nie Zhao: you're such a vamp. Come on give me an evil laugh.

Huaisang: are you ready for it? Can you handle my evil laugh?

Nie Zhao: yes I could.

Huaisang: *inhales, then let out a high pitched Heeheeeheehee*

Nie Zhao: lol very evil.

Huaisang: was practicing.

Nie Mingiue: *Outside* INSTEAD OF LEARNING HOW TO USE THE SWORD. YOU'RE PRACTICING THAT HIDEOUS HORSE LAUGH!!! get over here!!

Huaisang: I'm coming Dage.

Nie zhao: sword fighting?

Hauisang: nah. He had just finished cooking lunch.

Nie Zhao: oh.

~~~

(Jing Manor)

Su she and mo xuanyu: *setting up a banner with Team Dimple written on it*

Xue yang: yea yea. He'll feel more intimidated.

This is perfect.

*trio takes a seat*

Xichen: hey. You wanted to meet me.

They just glanced at him sternly while folding their arms. Xue yang was in the middle of them, whereas Su she was on the right and mo xuanyu was on the left.

Su she: have a seat.

Xichen: uh ok.

Xue yang: read the sign.

Xichen: team dimple.

Mo xuanyu: that's us. And you want to marry our leader.

Xue yang: do you have what it takes, Lan lips!

Xichen: yea. I would do anything for A-Yao.

Su she: are you sure?

Xichen: yep.

Su she: I don't believe you.

Xichen: why?

Mo xuanyu: if you marry him. You marry three of us + Hensheng.

Xichen: Hensheng too?

Xue yang: we will slap the Lan rules out of you if you do anything to him.

Xichen: I really love A-Yao, guys. What's up with you?!

You're so protective.

Su she: because he's one in a million.

Mo xuanyu: there's no other Yao gege on earth.

Xue yang: he's hot and gives me candy.

Mo xuanyu: do you know his likes and dislikes?

Su she: his favorite tea? He loves tea. Do you have enough tea to give him.

Xue yang: Jiggy is a diva. And he's more of a diva since he's the emperor. Can you handle his glamor?

Trio: can you handle Jiggybun, Lan lips!

Xichen: oh gosh. A-Yao, save me.

Xue yang: your Yao can't save you now.

Mo xuanyu: we're going to challenge you Lan lips.

Su she: we'll test you in these areas.

Xue yang: Drawing, music, archery and cooking.

Xichen: well I'm good at archery and music.

Su she: are you good at cooking?

Mo xuanyu: And drawing?

Xichen: I can try.

Xue yang: love that spirit, Lan lips.

Mo xuanyu: now for the background info.

What's your name?

Xichen: you know.

Mo xuanyu: *writes* laaannn liiiippsss, a. K. a.....Zewu Jun.

Xue yang: occupation.

Xichen: xue yang you know that I'm a cultivator.

Xue yang: from what sect?

Xichen: make a guess.

Su she: I don't like his attitude.

Do you sacrifice your bunnies?

Xichen: never.

Su she: BUT WHY DID I HEAR THAT WEI WUXIAN WANTED TO COOK YOUR RABBITS!

Mo xuanyu: right!!

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, Su gege and I are animal rights activists

Su she: how could you Lans!

Xichen: it was Wei Gongzi!

Xue yang: order in the court!

Mo xuanyu: Mr. Lips.

What do you have to say about fox spirits?

Xichen: they're cute. And interesting.

Xue yang: who's the cutest and most interesting fox spirit you met?

Xichen: their emperor. My A-Yao!!!!!

Mo xuanyu: awww.

Su she: stop acting cute.

Xue yang: you're from the Lan sect right? At what age did you join.

Xichen: *sighs* I was born into the Lan sect, xue yang. Twin Jade, remember?

Xue yang: haven't heard of it.

Mo xuanyu: are you good at dual cultivation?

Xichen: yes!

Xue yang: good. You know that you must satisfy Jiggy.

I want to see little foxies running around!

Xichen: oh my goodness.

Su she: ok Lan lips, the interview is over. Go sleep.

Xue yang: tomorrow is your challenge. And we will be breaking into your room to wake you up.

Xichen: I'll be up, before you come.

Su she: do you really think so?

Do you think that I'm unable to outLan a Lan. I can Lan a Lan quite well.

Mo xuanyu: it means that Su gege will wake you up.

Yao: *walking in* what are you doing?

Xichen: A-Yao!

Mo xuanyu and su she: shhhh.

Xue yang: we were tormenting Lan lips. *smile*

Yao: *laughing* whyy! My poor er ge!

Xichen: help.

Su she: help with what?!

Xue yang: his challenge starts tomorrow.

Yao: i see. Goodluck, er ge!

Xichen: A-Yao, you're not going to call it off?!

Yao: no. Because you're not a coward.

Xichen: right!! But I don't like their shovel talk.

Yao: oh Lan lips, that's a common thing. That can't change!

And I find it's hilarious.

Xichen: they asked me which sect I was from. Why are they asking obvious questions!

Yao: team dimple would do what they have to do. I don't make the rules.

Yao: wait....I do.

They're making sure that you're not an imposter, lol.

Xichen: *laughing*

Xuanyu: I didn't get your full name. I just wrote your title.

Xichen: .........

Yao: haha, tell him, er ge.

Xichen: Lan Huan Xichen.

Mo xuanyu: that name is invalid.

Xichen: how?

Su she: say it in another order.

Xichen: Lan Huan, courtesy name Xichen. Title, Zewu Jun.

Mo xuanyu: still invalid.

Xichen: excuse me?!!

But that's my birth name!

Xue yang: *eating* Huangdi is present. You have to give a proper intro, Lan lips.

Yao: what?!!

Xichen: ok. I'll go on my knees and tell A-Yao and team dimple my full name.

Yao: please don't.

Su she: it's the first challenge!

Mo xuanyu: the initiation.

If you fail, you fail. You can't attempt the other things.

Xichen: I won't fail for A-Yao.

*kneels*

Yao: *trying to hold back his laughter* Er ge, get up.

Xichen: Team dimple, A-Yao Huangdi.

I'm the first Jade of Gusu. First name Huan, courtesy name, Xichen, sect name, Lan. Title, Zewu Jun.

Yao: A-Huan.

Xichen: *solemnly* emperor, don't make me blush.

Yao: awww, you pass the first challenge. Now please stop kneeling.

Xichen: ok. *stands*

Xue yang: the guy is just head over heels for Jiggy. Lol.

Xichen: yea I am.

Xichen: A-Yao, do you want to take a walk.

Yao: I would love to, A-Huan.

Xue yang: sorry but you can't!!! Not before the challenge!

Mo xuanyu: stop violating the rules.

Su she: pathetic. Can't even follow the rules.

Yao: ah. See you soon then, A-Huan. *kisses his nose*

Xichen: *blushing* (he keeps calling me A-Huan. I'm feeling so numb)

Mo xuanyu: sleep on the west wing of jing Manor.

Xichen: but that's a whole other Mansion.

Xue yang: exactly.

Xichen: I think my room is fine.

Xue yang: for you to sneak over to see Jiggy. No!

Xichen: please. Someone save me from team dimple.

@verycatbluebird

#jin guangyao #su she #meng yao #dimpledlianfang #su minshan #xue yang #mo xuanyu #lan xichen #lan lips #mo dao zu shi #the huli jing emperor

[acefaun]

Hi! I truly love how deep your writing is and how you grasp the emotional complexity in your stories, so I wondering if you were okay with writing a story with Scorpio and an MC with daddy issues 😅. (Like- her father would always belittle her problems, yelling at her whenever she happened to cry and forcing her to fake smile) and "thanks" to him, she doesn't want to cry in front of people anymore. (Also- I don't want to limit your creativity, but would you mind if they were a couple in that story?) Thank you for your time and I'm sorry if I triggered you in some way!

Scorpio~ A Shoulder to Cry On

Synopsis: Children are raised to think certain things growing up. For example, you’d been convinced that crying would only lead to bad things and that faking a smile would give the best results. But dating Scorpio, a god that can hear your every emotion, is a new challenge. After all, there are only two choices: refuse to touch your boyfriend, or let him inside your heart.

✨Masterlist✨

Female goldfish!

A/N: I grasp emotional complexity because I am the EPITOME of emotional complexity—as are most well-seasoned fanfic writers/readers. MC can have daddy issues, we’ll have something in common. (◕‿◕✿) Scorpio’s gonna have to fix this mess. Poor, poor, Scorpio. 

–Word Count: 2,700–

Scorpio was always busy, I knew that from our first few interactions. He was the Vice Minister of his department and I knew from the start of our relationship that he would have priorities over me. It wasn't like he viewed humans favorably, anyway. I knew I was different in his eyes, he constantly reminded me of it. 

Still, I couldn’t help but feel like something was lacking as I walked away from the mansion as the sun was going down. My head knew he was doing his job while my heart selfishly wanted to take all of his attention for myself. He was my boyfriend; I felt I had some right to feel the way I did. But as a human in a relationship with a god, I wondered if I had any rights at all.

“(Name)!” 

I froze, turning hesitantly to face the mansion once again. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched Scorpio racing to catch up. “Hey…” I wanted to tell him to go back and do his work, but I couldn’t find the words. 

“It’s getting dark outside. Where are you going?”

“You seemed busy,” I answered, at least being honest with him. “I thought I’d walk myself home.” Communication was a weak point in our relationship, but somehow we made it work. It probably helped that Scorpio could read my feelings so easily when he held my hand. That is… when I was feeling confident enough to let him touch me.

He sighed, holding his hand out for me once again. “If you’re going home next time, tell me so that problem child doesn’t come banging on my door to let me know you’re walking in the dark. Let me take you home.”

“Ichthys did that?” I passed a hand through my hair. Of course he was the one to tell Scorpio what I was doing. “I’m sorry for interrupting you. I was trying not to do that…”

I couldn’t help but avert my eyes as I noticed disappointment flicker through his gaze… or was that some other emotion? “Hey,” he called my attention back to him. “I thought I told you it was fine to come and find me when I’m working. I can handle my work later, but if you get hurt because you did something stupid without telling me… That’s something that can’t wait until later.” 

I was only trying to walk home; I didn’t think he’d make such a big deal out of it. Scorpio was the first man in my life to tell me what was important to him. Even if I thought it wasn’t enough to worry about, Scorpio thought differently. Of course, I assumed this was only a god thing.

Still, I somehow disappointed Scorpio. The urge to rectify our interaction made me react immediately. “Do you think I could stay the night?” As abrupt as the question was, a slight smile tugged on the corners of my lips as I tried to downplay my sense of failure. “I promise, I'll do better next time.”

He was caught off guard by my sudden change in attitude, but he nodded his head. Having me stay the night never upset him before and he enjoyed having me close. Even as a god, he liked sleeping at night—but he loved sleeping with me in his arms. Knowing I was safe with him made him feel relaxed. 

He nodded his head, letting me join him back in the mansion. “You can stay any time, don't worry about it.” If anyone had a problem, he'd deal with them. 

***

Scorpio was still sleeping when I woke up with a growling stomach. I would've asked him to join me for breakfast, but he always looked at peace when he was sleeping. While I didn't think he would mind my asking, I didn't want to be a bother to him. 

I was expecting a calm morning of eating in the kitchen. I didn't think I'd be stopped before I even reached the kitchen door. The minute Zyglavis laid eyes on me he was already questioning me, “I suspect Scorpio is still sleeping then?” 

“Yeah,” I replied. “I didn't want to bother him. But I'm sure if you need him, he'll be up quickly.”

Zyglavis sighed, that wasn't the point of his visit. “I'm not concerned about my Vice Minister’s human sleep schedule. You need to have care on how you act with a god. The King may have granted you permission to be together, but Scorpio is still a god and he has work to attend to. Don’t unnecessarily take up his time. If you can’t respect the work of the gods, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to limit your time together. 

Limit our time together? My brain hyper-focused on those sole words. Did that mean he’d make us break up if I didn't get my act together? Still, despite the harsh words, I smiled weakly and nodded through his threats. “I understand. I won’t get in Scorpio’s way anymore. I didn’t mean to be such a burden.” But I didn’t want to lose the only man who truly loved me. 

Zyglavis was surprised by how I’d twisted his words into some cruel meaning. It wasn’t his intention to make me think my entire relationship was at stake just because I had a few habits that could easily be fixed with time. Regardless, he didn’t want me getting the wrong idea. “(Name) (Last Name), that’s not what I meant to-”

“What the hell?” Scorpio grumbled, already beside me and on the defensive. He and Zyglavis had their fair share of chats about his relationship with a human. Scorpio didn’t want to drag me into this. “I heard your lecturing from down the hall; but to my girlfriend? I thought I told you I was taking care of things. You didn’t need to find her while I wasn’t around.”

“It’s fine, Scorpio,” I said, trying to wave his excitement. I didn’t need either of them to get upset or start yelling, but my smile was throwing them off. Zyglavis knew how he must have sounded, and Scorpio was wondering if I was really okay with Zyglavis telling me that our time together was limited. Did I or did I not want this relationship to work? “I’m just a human,” I tried to excuse it as if it were some menial thing that any of the gods would understand. “I’m just selfish. I was asking for too much from a god. You shouldn’t worry about me, your work’s important.”

First of all, Zyglavis knew I took his words way out of proportion. He was giving me a small warning, not meaning for me to want to break up with Scorpio—is that what was happening? He couldn’t even tell. So, Zyglavis tried to ease the tension. “I hadn’t intended for you to reach this conclusion. I think you should take into consideration what I’ve said and talk with Scorpio.” 

Sensing the declining situation, Scorpio immediately tried to grab my arm to keep me from leaving, but I dodged him, my smile faltering for a brief minute. “Please, don’t touch me.” This time, it wasn’t for Zyglavis’ sake. I just didn’t want Scorpio reading my mind, and he knew that much as he watched me flee. There had to have been more he could have done. He’ll have to do better in the future. 

***

When he thought deep on me and my personality, he had never seen me without some kind of smile. Recently, it looked strained, but he’d rather know what I was truly feeling than sit there and wonder what that smile was supposed to be hiding. Why was I always avoiding his touch? It didn’t sit well with him. 

Trying to find me after I uncharacteristically abandoned him was more trouble than it should have been worth. Of course, he should have thought to check my apartment first, but he was confused about what he was hearing upon first walking in. 

“I’m smiling, I am. I promise I-” My voice cracked. The distress was getting harder to cover up. “He doesn’t care. He doesn’t need to care. My problems are so much more insignificant than a god’s. He’s just think I’m so pathetic,” my voice trailed off, followed by broken sobs and a quiet, “I’m not crying… I’m not…”

He couldn’t stand seeing this. He never felt this way before, but his heart felt intensely uncomfortable as he watched my sad form curled into the arm of my sofa with a pillow mercilessly clutched in my arms. Still, he tried not to startle me as he called my name softly, “(Name).” 

“Scorpio?” My voice hitched with my breath as I tried frantically wiping at my face despite the ceaseless tears. My attempted smile was even worse for wear. “I’m okay, I promise. I’m just- this is-”

“Shut up.” He didn’t yell, but his tone made the tears flood my eyes to the point where I couldn’t see anything more than a blur in front of me. “You’re not okay, and I don’t want you pretending you are.” He sat beside me, my red eyes trained on him the whole time. “You said not to touch you… But I’m shit at trying to comfort people with my words. I can’t help you since you’re not giving me much to work with.”

“You don’t have to-”

“You’re my girlfriend, aren’t you? I’m gonna do my damned best to make sure you’re not feeling like shit, got it?” He winced, the words were coming out harsher than he wanted. He grumbled quietly, “Can I just hug you already and get this over with?”

I didn’t want to, but he really wanted to make me feel better. I just didn’t want to overload him with my insignificant feelings. I didn’t want him to get upset about things that weren’t important to him. He didn’t need to know how Zyglavis’ words made me feel like I shouldn’t be with him.

It was just like my dad always said… I was always pushing my problems onto other people when they had bigger problems in the world. All those talks and speeches were just leading up to the final realization that my problems could never concern or be acknowledged by a god when their problems literally concerned the world. 

I didn’t answer, which made me twice as terrified when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against his chest. It felt like a place I wanted to be, but didn’t deserve to have. “Shut up,” he muttered, though, I wasn’t exactly sure he was talking to me. “I want those annoying voices to shut up and listen to me.” His grip tightened fractionally. “The only problems that’ll concern me are yours because you’re my world. I don’t give a damn what anyone told you, they’re freaking wrong.”

“I don’t-”

“You’re crying!” He couldn’t believe that I was seriously going to deny having any problems. 

“N- No…” I paused, trying my best to show my teeth with a grin. “Look. I’m smiling. See? I can smile. You don’t have to be mad. Please…” I whimpered, and he pulled me into him, holding my head against his shoulder as I cried, “Please, don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he whispered, knowing exactly the fear and chaos going on in my head. “You can cry as much as you want. Tell me… What’s wrong?”

“I’m so selfish,” I whined, my hands desperately grabbing his uniform. “I’m such a horrible, selfish human. I can’t have a god, but I don’t want to let you go. I don’t ever want you to leave me. I should’ve never started dating a god.” 

Did I mean it? No; and Scorpio knew that. He could feel that I’d be much more broken if I didn’t have him there holding me like I was falling apart at the seams in front of him. “Be selfish for me. If you won’t be selfish, then I will. I’m too greedy to let you go now.” Why did he want a problematic human so badly if he hated my fake smiles? “I love you.”

He was honest, and he held me crying in his arms until I ran out of tears to cry. It was quiet as he left me laying drowsily on his chest as he leaned back on the sofa. He wasn’t ready to leave anymore than I was ready to let him go. For some reason… it felt nice to just be able to cry. My head didn’t hurt, but I felt thoroughly exhausted from feeling everything. Now, the only emotion left was how tired as I was from bawling my eyes out. 

“Scorpio…?” I said tiredly.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t think it’s pathetic that I cried because of what Zyglavis said? That I cried because I just… love you too much and get scared because I keep getting reminded that I’m a human.” My words were almost jumbled together, but Scorpio understood the meaning behind me words, even as I weakly continued to ask, “You’re not upset that I couldn’t just ignore my problems and that I had to bother you with them? I’m sure gods have bigger problem’s than humans… I feel small compared to you.”

“No,” he would never belittle my problems. I was a brighter world for him and he would take care of everything—the minor problems and the big ones. “Your feelings are real and I’m gonna be here to feel all of them with you—It doesn’t matter how big or small you think they are.” Of course, when he said he’d be sharing my feelings, he also meant literally. It only took a touch for him to acutely feel what I felt.

“Thanks,” I breathed. I loved him almost more than humanly possible. I never wanted to lose the one person who made me feel like my feelings were something more than a burden. Now relaxed and free from the internal stress that was holding me down, my eyes were drifting shut from all the excessive crying I’d done. 

Scorpio’s fingers gently stroked the wetness from my lashes. If I ever needed to cry, he’d be there to wipe the tears away. “I promise… I’ll be a better man in your life. I’ll try my best and always give you a shoulder to cry on. And if anyone else makes you cry… well… that’s another problem I can fix.” In all my worrying about dating a god, I hadn’t noticed that I was inwardly comparing Scorpio to my dad the whole time… But Scorpio noticed how I seemed to let it all go with my tears. I resigned myself to the fact that I had someone who unconditionally supported me whether I was smiling or crying and that was all I needed.

#star crossed myth #star crossed myth fanfic #scm scorpio #fanfic #voltage fanfic #zodiac gods #department of punishments #star crossed myth imagines

[apocalypta-secundus]

Basic Rules:

DNI if you didn’t read the rules or are a personal without a roleplay sideblog. Pretty simple rule.

Selective, private, mutuals only. I dunno who it's okay to rp with if you don't follow back! This is sort of a comfort thing? I'm worried I'll bother people is all!

No God Modding. The usual rule!

OCS ARE VERY WELCOME HERE. Give. GIVE ME THEM.

Oh gosh. I'm crossover friendly this wasn't posted in my rules before I'm sorry but yes! YES! I do crossovers as long as I know the media your character is from or can snoop a wiki for info.

DO NOT LIE YOUR AGE. Dear god please don't pretend you're 18 dear young ones! If I hear of it from anyone I'll block you so fast.

Reblog memes from the source! Reblog memes from the source! Reblog memes from the source! Reblog memes from the source!

Please please please tell me who you’re sending at me if you’re a multi!

Please also tell me who you wanna rp with since I’m a multi lol

If you wanna soft block me, please HARD BLOCK ME. Thank you! It's so I don't accidentally refollow you, that's all.

I’m not in high school, please keep your OOC drama off my dash. :) I'm 32. I'm here for fun.

IC drama is very much appreciated and loved.

I do post OOC and memes often but I’m trying to cut back and delete my OOC posts pertaining to real life after 24 hours. I'm bad at this and I am sorry.

Shipping Rules:

Ahem. I love crack ships that evolve into real ships

I also love one off crack ships that don’t go anywhere.

One sided love is fun

I also like angst shipping.

Most OC characters are 18 and older, except for the following: Lillian Wilder - 16 Luna Atomais - 14 Haruna - 15 Depending on the time period roleplayed: Most Naruto characters except for Lyn who is over 18 in all time periods. Any character in the MHA verse, except for Rei and Fuyumi. Yukimi Kazahana/Todoroki - 15 - 21

Ayoo Update to the smut rule: I'm not writing it at all. Makes me uncomfortable.

Please no Loki and Mira romantic relationships please. (Please realize I do rp Mira/Narvi as Loki's child in some verses.)

About Mun Rules:

I'm available on PC Tumblr between 9 PM - 12 AM EST most days, all other times excluding whenever sleep happens I'll be on mobile Tumblr/Discord. You can ask for my Discord if we're mutuals.

Mun is not muse. Mun is a soft baked potato.

I do suffer from anxiety but I do my best to reach out, but sometimes I don’t. I do like to send in memes as ice breakers. I'm shitty at talking to people... Have multiple mental illnesses plus physical ones but... yeah I'm a socially awkward turd for brains. I'm sorry if I don't reach out first or anything. Keep an eye out! Sometimes I become DM friendly. :)

Plotting isn’t my thing but if you’d like to plot something please ask. I have numerous opens. Oh just cause I have anxiety and the like doesn’t mean I don’t wanna rp btw. I just feel like I’m gonna be awful and yeah.

Triggers:

Trigger warnings are tagged like this: TW: or CW:

There WILL be dark themes on this blog. Nayeli is the child of Sabretooth and is prone to outbursts of violence. Lyn and Raze are both played here and both violent little shits.

I will tag them the best I can so you can avoid them.

I am doing my best to tag triggers, if I mess up and miss one let me know and I will rectify that immediately.

I also tag holidays as triggers. Valentine’s, Father’s and Mother’s day, Christmas. If I need to tag anymore holidays I will if asked!

My triggers are as follows: “papa”, MLP, Father’s day.

(I have reasons and I’m not even sure they’re even valid. I can explain if asked.)

If you are a multi with MLP characters please tag your rps, thanks. (It also doesn’t mean I won’t rp with you cause you have those characters :) )

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#again; ignore this I'm just moving things off of my carrd. #ooc: {i'm just so tired}

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine being the first other Lunarian that King has ever met

You: *washes up on the shore of onigashima after your ship went down*

Goons: *finds you and reports you into the higher ups*

King: *happens to be the closest to the beach so he makes his way over*

Goons: we should contact the world government

King: why?

Goon: the person that just washed up on the beach is a Lunarian, the government will pay 100 million berries just for information on them! Imagine what they'd pay for a whole one!

King: *feels something akin to hope for the first time in a long time* the person you said washed up on the beach is a Lunarian?

Goon: yeah! They're real gorgeous too! Long pretty white hair, smooth skin.

King: who else knows about them?

Goon: just you, me, and three other guys with the Lunarian now.

King: good good *is about to torch the goon but is interrupted*

Goon: but here look! *holds out a handful of bluish black feathers* aren't they pretty?

King: *feels dread pooling in his stomach* where did you get those?

Goon: the Lunarian has the prettiest feathers, the guys have been taking them to give their girlfriends to put in their hair.

King: *torches the goon in anger and makes his way to you*

You: *just waking up*

King: *walks behind the rocks, and sees you laying there while the goons pull out your feathers, and in his anger he roasts the one of the other goons with you as the others flee* you're alright, you're safe now

You: what's going on?

King: they were going to do something very bad, I protected you. Now come on, we need to get you inside, your fire has gone out. *Scoops you up into his arms and carries you to his quarters*

You: *slips back into unconsciousness*

Days later

You: *wakes up to find King right beside you*

King: *doing work on the floor, but keeping a hand on your back to help keep your fire going*

You: what happened?

King: I was hoping you could tell me that? You were found on the beach

You: I'm sorry, I don't remember anything before that, I'm afraid.

King: don't be, you're safe here with me

You: why would you help me?

King: *takes off his mask* because we're in the same boat, we're the last of our kind.

You: what do you mean the last of our kind *pulls your wing into your arm and nervously combs through your feathers* what happened to my wings!

King: about that, some of the men who found you took some feathers and have been giving them away

You: some feathers! I've got none left.

King: ... I know, I'm sorry I got there too late and when I did get there I was more concerned with getting you help than catching those who have wronged you. I'll rectify that soon as I know you're okay.

You: ... Why are you being so considerate?

King: *stretches out his sliced wing* let's just say... I understand what it's like having someone mess with your wings. So believe me when I say, I'll find those that wronged you and I will punish them.

Part 2

#one piece king #king the wildfire x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece scenarios #king the wildfire #king the conflagration #king #king one piece #from the depths of the dragon's hoard #tma original #1/14/22 #no beta we die like men

[obamaonaunicorn]

Okay, so I may be one of the few people who think the whole thing with Clemintine redeeming herself for the thing at mcCarol ranch was just plain dumb and came outta nowhere. However, I do have suggestions on how they could have rectified that, and made Clem's character more fleshed out through the season.

If there's one thing that Clem is known for, its leaving trails of bodies around her. Think about it, most of the people in her life have either had their entire lives ruined, or just straight up died when she came into the picture. Kenny was living a happy life, with a girlfriend and 2 friends when Clem showed up and dragged him into a mess. Luke died because he was saving her from a walker. Lee died because Clemintine ran away and didn't listen to him.

It's not that Clem is a bad kid, in fact, she's a good kid at heart. She attracts people to her, and they die because of it.

So instead of cryptic flashbacks in the beginning and end of the game, we got nightmares featuring the people that she couldn't save. Flashes of their deaths, and their judgemental voices, blaming her for what happened, as a representation of her own toxic thought process. (There could even be a scene where lily says something like "Good people have a tendency to die around you")

Throughout the game, she has frequent talks with herself about how she feels about the deaths of her friends, and her own survivors guilt.

She becomes a leader, who's capable of keeping her friends safe, and that may help a bit.

And at the end, instead of being in a grim, dark place, Clem sees a bright white light, and gets taken to a bright void-ish place, filled with the people she feels she caused the death of (Luke, Lee, Sarah, Kenny, etc) and she talks to them, and they all tell her that they made the conscious choice to die for her, because they considered her family, and now she needs to keep living her best life, because they're not around anymore to do it themselves. Obviously this is just a way to tell players that this is her overcoming her grief.

Then, when you see her again, she's going around the school on crutches, smiling and being her usual self, and there's a happy glint in her eye for the first time in years, and then the series draws to a close.

My point here was that this would reflect the theme of the series better. To me, the theme of the walking dead has always been "people are your best resource" and this would show that.

I have lots of ideas for the specific nightmare scenes, and I'll probably add em in the comments lol.

#twdg #twdg s4 #twdg clementine #twdg season 4 #twdg s2 #twdg luke #twdg kenny #twdg lee #twdg sarah #twdg s1 #twdgame

[ace-of-pythons]

Of Robots and Shotguns

@wayward-writers

(A crossover between Supernatural and Transformers: Prime)

:)

The smell of coffee floated through the bunker. It was a quiet afternoon with nothing going on. Although Sam was searching for a way to rectify that. Their last hunt had been a few days ago when a local family had posted online that there were weird things happening in the household. Turns out it was a restless spirit. Not one that meant to hurt anyone. Merely an old man who had, in years past, taught at the preschool down the road. He was trying to keep the children safe, even from themselves and their own curiosity. Dean had found a locket containing a piece of hair, most likely belonging to the old man's wife.

Although cases like this were often a relief. The two were itching to get out and go take down a real monster. Sam had been looking through paranormal websites and reddit posts trying to find anything that remotely resembled a hunt. So far all he had found were a couple of well photoshopped ghosts and a bear that someone confused for Bigfoot.

Although he was without any normal cases, that didn't mean there wasn't anything interesting. There was a report of a missing person in Arizona. Witnesses claimed that the person was taken by "hooded figures in a dog park". The other promising article was about, what one could assume, haunted vehicles. Multiple reports of cars driving themselves were filed in a small town named Jasper, Nevada. Although this could be some idiot messing around with high-tech radio control, it wasn't the first time that they had gone up against haunted vehicles.

Dean had walked in from the kitchen with two cups of coffee and placed them down on the map table.

"Thanks." Sam picked up the mug and took a long sip.

"Yeah yeah, found anything good yet?" Dean sat down in the chair across from Sam and put his feet on the table.

"Actually I have. So get this, in a small town in Nevada, there have been multiple reports of driverless cars."

"Are we talking like Tesla testing out new tech or something more up our alley?"

"Well one of the reported cars was an Aston Martin so I'm gonna guess that it's not a "tesla" thing."

"Makes sense. I'll go grab my stuff."

The two hunters gathered their equipment and loaded up the Impala. Salt rounds, lots of knives, and twice as many guns. The usual stuff.

The drive to Nevada had been a boring one. The desert went on for miles and miles with mountains in the distance. The town of Jasper had a small population and was somewhere most people would look past. The small motel on the outskirts of town was worn down and empty apart from the lady working at the front desk.

The room was small and the old wallpaper was ripped in a few spots. Sam moved to turn on the single lamp in the room. It turned on only to flicker and turn off in a few seconds.

Dean's footsteps creaked through the room.

"This place has got to be one of the worst motels I've ever seen. And that's saying something." Dean placed the duffel bag on the bed and rummaged to find a bag of gummy bears. He opened the bag as Sam started to talk.

"Okay, so we know that multiple reports have been filed around town. I think it's a good idea to go talk to them and find out where they saw the cars. We can work from there I think."

"Works for me."

The first house had a small yard and a few windows. The Impala screeched on the pavement as the Winchesters pulled up. They walked up to the house, the Fairborn residence as Sam discovered, and knocked on the door.

An older woman answered the door.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, are you Mrs. Fairborn?" Sam questioned.

"Well, yes I am. Why would you want to know?"

"I am Officer Williams and this is my partner, Officer Harkness."

"We're here about the report you filled on the 'driverless car that is going ninety in the forty five!'. Would you mind telling us about the car and where you saw it?" Dean asked.

"Oh finally! I thought your people would never send someone down!"

Dean smiled. "Yeah they can be a bit stuck up back at HQ, heh."

Sam glanced over to Dean with quote on quote "bitchface number eighteen".

"Well it has actually multiplied to four cars if you read my most recent report. There was a fancy red sports car, a yellow sports car, and two armored vehicles! I was stuck behind the green one and whoever was controlling it was a horrible driver! And the worst part is that I've seen my host daughter with that green car!"

"And where have you seen these cars?" Sam cut her off before she could continue her speech.

"Up at the ramp near the edge of town. I heard my neighbor complaining about the street races that happen at night. Can you believe the gall of some people?"

"Uh no I can't believe it Miss. People are oh so crazy."

Thankfully Mrs. Fairborn didn't pick up on Dean's excessive sarcasm.

"Well thank you for your input Mrs. Fairborn. We will definitely look into this further." Sam started to walk away quite quickly. Dean followed suit.

Dean turned on the car and as they started to get back on the road, the two looked at each other.

"Street racing." They said simultaneously.

Back at the hotel, Sam hunted for any reference of deaths related to street racing. Although there were few in the town, most weren't too violent or seemingly caused by another.

"Maybe they're all just mad that they died. Or maybe death couldn't stop them from doing what they love. And I can't blame them. Street racing is awesome dude."

Dean sat on the bed flipping through channels trying to find something to watch.

"I don't know. Nothing is matching up."

Sam flipped through all the papers on the table.

"You know what that means?"

Sam sighed.

"Street race." Dean smiled.

The clock struck midnight as the engines of all of the cars purred. Sam watched from the sidelines as his brother revealed the engine. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and called Dean.

"See anything yet?"

"No nothing ye- wait. I see a red Aston Martin. Be careful it's pulling up right next to you."

Dean looked out of Baby's window and saw the car the woman had described. It was fancy. The decals on the side must have cost a lot. And the car didn't have a single dent or scratch. Whoever owned it took really good care of it.

He scrolled down the window and tried to get the "driver's" attention.

"Hey you! Nice car you got! I'm sure it won't get scratched when I beat your ass in this race!"

The car only revved its engines in response.

Sam sighed as he continued to monitor the surrounding area. It was hard to see anything other than what the street lights illuminated. A few other cars were waiting to go. The announcer started to introduce the race as the traffic light switched from red, to yellow to green.

“Go!”

All of the drivers hit the gas pedal and raced forward. The smell of burning rubber wafted through the air. The crowd cheered as the racers rounded the first corner. Dean quickly pulled in front of the Aston Martin and claimed the position of first. The cars behind him accelerated and pulled in beside the Impala.

The road ahead of the racers started to curve upwards in a half-pipe, and the Aston Martin used that to its advantage. It sped up and moved past Dean and up the half-pipe. Dean started to swerve the car in surprise. After a moment he regained his bearings and followed the car off the track. The sports car moved to behind a plateau and as Dean followed it, he lost sight of the car.

“Hey Sam, I think we have a problem.”

“Are you alright? What’s the problem?”

“That flashy Aston Martin went off track. I lost it.”

“How did you lose it? We’re in a desert.”

“You try finding a ghost car.”

“Jerk”

“Bitch”

Sam paused for a moment as the other cars neared the finish line.

“Come back around and pick me up, then we can go look for the ghost car.”

“Alright I’ll see you in a few.”

Dean stopped the call and started his way back to the starting point.

Everything was silent apart from the soft hum of the Impala as Dean inched the car forwards. The two brothers looked around hoping to spot the red sports car.

“Nothing. You sure it went this way?” Sam asked. He looked around at the open expanse of the desert.

“I’m telling you! Maybe it's hiding behind a plateau or somethin’” Dean mumbled.

As they rounded the plateau, something shined in the darkness.

“What is that?”

“I have no idea.” Sam opened the door and carefully made his way to the object. Dean followed suit and ran up to him.

Partially submerged in the dirt was an ornate cylinder with a metallic sheen. It was larger than a person and looked slightly rusted over. Sam moved to examine it but before he could figure out anything Dean knocked on it. A hollow sound echoed through the desert.

“Huh sounds empty.”

“Did you think that was a good idea?”

Dean shrugged as Sam shook his head and took out his phone to get some pictures of it.

Behind them a voice sounded out.

“Why thank you for finding the relic for me, I guess you flesh bags can be useful. Occasionally.”

The red car rolled up next to the Impala and began to change. Plates shifted and pistons clicked into place. Instead of a red sports car, a 30 foot robot with piercing red eyes stared back.

“”What the hell?” Dean yelled.

“I haven’t seen anything like it in the lore!”

As the robot moved towards the object and reached for the cylinder. Sam ran to the side and pulled out his pistol. Fortunately his target was hard to miss. Multiple shots dented the robot’s chassis. It gasped and looked down at Sam.

“Gah! I just buffed that!” The robot kicked the hunter out of its way and continued to the object.

“Sam!” Dean ran over to his brother, shooting as he ran.

Sam coughed as he sat up. “I’m fine.”

Just as the robot grabbed the cylinder another pair of headlights lit up the area. A yellow Camaro sped up and rammed into the red robot. The car transformed and grabbed the cylinder as it fell out of the other’s hands.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me! First humans and now the autobot scout.” The red robot began to look angrier and angrier. It brought its hand up to its face and began to talk. “This is chief medical officer Knockout requesting backup, unless you want to lose this relic.”

The yellow robot began to beep in what seemed to be protest.

Dean and Sam made their way back to the car and away from the fight.

“I’m gonna use it.”

“Dean, No.” Sam tried, but it was already too late. Dean had already grabbed the grenade launcher.

He ran in front of the car and yelled.

“Say hello to my little friend, you evil Voltron!”

He fired a round that hit the red robot and knocked the metal titan on the ground. It grunted and tried to get up.

“I’ll kill you for that.”

Before it could do anymore, a green glow shone overhead. A surveillance drone flew out of the green portal like swirl of colors and transformed before it hit the ground.

“Great, more robots.” Dean sarcastically added.

“Soundwave, your timing could be better.”

The new robot said nothing as it used tentacles to electrocute the yellow robot and take the cylinder before flying into another portal.

“So you’re just leaving me here? Some commanding officer you are.” The red robot flipped backwards turning back into an Aston Martin before speeding off.

The yellow robot shook its mechanical head before turning to the Winchesters. It transformed and opened its doors to the brothers.

“What?” Dean asked.

“I think it wants us to get in.”

The car beeped.

“I think this might be the weirdest night I’ve ever had, and that's saying something.”

As the car sped towards an abandoned missile silo with two hunters in the car, the sun began to rise.

The bunker door opened with a creek, alerting Cas to the Winchesters arrival.

“Dean, Sam, how was the hunt?.”

“You would not believe how weird it was.” Sam answered.

“Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it. Apparently Aliens are real and there are robot aliens that can transform into cars fighting a war on our planet, in secret!” Dean ranted.

“Oh, I thought you knew about aliens?”

“You mean you knew?” Dean’s eyes grew wide. As did Sam’s.

“Of course I did. Optimus Prime was my vessel once millions of years ago.”

Dean’s response was loud enough to startle the birds outside.

#i wrote the last part of this now and it is currently late so it slowly gets worse <3 #transformers #supernatural #i wrote this and i regret every second i put into this #i blame wayward writers #jk tho

[riderdrauggrim]

Day Unknown. Sat, Sep 26, 2020.

Nervous about randomly hiding in 4G Motorsports parking lot, I'm awake a few short hours later around 6:30. I have the tent packed by 8:30, and huddle beside the bike, waiting for staff.

9:00 rolls around and I approach the doors, making my way back to the Parts/Service desk. A young woman who's family shifts her between Alberta and Toronto seems thrilled to meet someone else from Ontario. We check if they have a replacement battery in stock. They do not. And their mechanics are not in on the weekends.

But!

There's a MAGNACHARGE Battery megaemporium RIGHT across the street!

Heartened my luck might be improving, I trot over.

Nope.

They're closed on weekends.

I trot back to 4G, on the way calling Riverside Honda in St. Albert, the blokes who'd changed my tires. They sold their last YTZ14S on Friday. BUT they'd ordered more and they should arrive at the start of this coming week.

I run over my problems with their parts guy. He suggests I remove the battery and try starting the bike with another random battery attached; That might be able to isolate if it is my battery or my starter system/charging stator/rectifier/words.

Sounds good.

Back at 4G I ask if they have a charger or a booster. The parts girl knows where a tender is, but not how to use it. It's okay, I do. They graciously let me push the bike inside their service bay so I can tinker on it, good thing too as it starts to drizzle outside.

So! My battery: Out and Charging.

My bike: New battery hooked up to test the ignition.

My key: In the ignition, turning to activate the bike-*Crack*.

One of the few flaws I've found with the NC750 design is the key is needed in a secondary lock. Turn one way to unlock the frunk (front trunk) where the gas tank USUALLY sits on a motorcycle. Turn the other way to unlock the latch securing the passenger seat, this allowing you to lift it up to reveal the gas cap to fill the tank, which sits under the rider. The problem with this lock is the key does not fully insert. It's about 3/4 depth to the ignition proper.

Over time, this has created something of a weak point on the key itself, occasionally twisting ever so slightly if too much pressure is applied, if the latches are sticky, or the frunk is overfull and a bit jammed. This was usually corrected by sticking the key in and turning it the other way, straightening the blade out again. For this trip, due to the tail luggage making lifting the passenger seat incredibly difficult at best, I had opted to outright remove the pillion cover, leaving the gas cap exposed for easy access. All I needed the secondary lock for was to get in and out of the frunk, which I was doing several times a day to fetch out Goose and Hat, or store drinks, or change power banks.

Perhaps it was this excess of one direction twisting that finally did the blade in.

Perhaps it was just six years of use and wear.

Perhaps life just wanted to take the difficulty level up a notch.

In any event.

I was left holding the top quarter of my key. The remainder still inside the ignition. Even if I can get a new battery, I can now no longer turn on the bike.

My coworker who helped fund this adventure texts me to see how things are going. I tell him my key just snapped in half. He says if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. We discuss options. I'm 3,505 km from home. I'm 427 km from the nearest Honda dealership. I just want to Abandon Quest and Hearthstone out of here, but that's not an option. So I work through various plans.

I call Riverside back and get the Service department. Nick remembers me. I fill him in on the last twelve hours. "Wow." Indeed. He puts me on hold and consults his coworkers. If I can get it there, they'll try and squeeze me in and get this sorted. Some people have good luck using super glue to get broken keys out and then jury rigged back together. With my luck, I'll make a mess and fuse the tumblers and need an entirely new ignition system. The key is also a newer blade style, not a normal tooth house lock key. It's supposed to be stronger, amusingly enough. But it's not the sort of thing local locksmiths should be able to replicate, it needs a Dealership. So even if I got a Fort McMurray locksmith to fish the main part out, if he can't make a new one, I still can't Go.

AND there's the pressing matter of the battery.

During all this my battery on the tender has completed charging. I restore it into the bike, or try to, as the damn nut in the contact for the red lead slips out of the holder and falls precisely through the ONE (1) hole at the bottom of the compartment and somewhere onto the engine block. I don't hear it hit the belly pan, and wedging my fingers into every nook, curve and cranny yields nothing but grimy hands.

I call CAA anew. I get the same woman as the night before, so that helped since she already knew the first part of this story. I now have Multiple Problems that can not be fixed locally. St. Albert is outside the Alberta tow range of 350km. But my membership is from Niagara, and I'm covered for 500km. She calls them to approve it. They say 'of course'. One hurdle down.

She contacts the tow company. New hurdle.

Due to the nine hour round-trip commute, they don't run every single broken vehicle south to Edmonton every time someone breaks down. They wait for multiple items, load them all on a long truck, and do a couple runs a week. So. Yes, they can get my bike to St. Albert. Eventuallllyyyyy.

I get it; from a logistics and efficiency and financial perspective it makes perfect sense.

From a "but... my bike..." and waiting for a nebulous amount of time in a hotel somewhere just for it to get TO the mechanics, nevermind the unknown timeframe of the shop having time to look at it, figure out what's wrong, order new parts if needed, and install them.... Hrrrggggnnnnn.

So EMI came with the short bed and picked up the bike from 4G. The logic being, now it's in their secure compound, ready to go, and when they have a load ready, they'll shove it on and take it south for me. Solid.

How do -I- get back to Edmonton.

Well, there's several buses that run the corridor, presumably for the mine workers to get up and back around their shift days. Awesome!

Oh but they don't run again until Monday. Less awesome!

But what can you do.

My bike won't leave until monday at the /earliest/ anyway, so me being there any sooner really makes no difference.

I book a ticket - cheap at 65$! For a nearly five hour trip? I paid 85$ plus tip for the 20 minute taxi ride from Supertest Hill to Fort McMurray the night prior.

Leaving Monday at 8:30am, arrive near downtown Edmonton. Found a hotel for 80$ within a block of Riverside Honda, not as cheap as my beloved Whitemud, but Whitemud Inn being at the south center of the Edmonton bubble, I'd be paying more than the 15$ a night difference in a cab to get up to St. Albert region. So I'll be right nearby the bike if we can get it going, or I need something from my bags.

In the meantime.

I found an RV campsite literally next door to the bus stop. I called the owner and explained my experiances, and my need for somewhere to simply hide in a tent until Monday morning. Sure, I could try and hide -anywhere-, but for my own safety, and nerves, if I can do this cheap and legal, the better for it. She says she can help me out. She offers a site for a price considerably cheaper than the nearby hotels, which I of course agree to. It's a twenty minute walk from 4G, made longer by hauling two drybags of tent/sleeping bag and essentials, and a third partial of food. Plus wearing my gear. And being somewhat small and scrawny. I take several rests. I drink my Gatorades. I make it. She has the sweetest tabby cat with white socks, no tail, and the SOFTEST fur. Name 'Trouble'. Awwww.

Transaction complete, I set up my tent, kindly serenaded by a curious magpie.

I hear a nearby RV owner pull up, truck doors closing, and then I see a giant white monster making a beeline straight for me. My best guess would be Lab/Samoyed. The head was very much the rectangle block and jowls of a lab, but the pelt was definitely a living cloud. It gives an very quick sniff at my tent, and promptly accepts me petting it. I realize I've been pet-starved during my journey. All my stress is put on pause as I scruffle the heck out of this random dog's sides. In fact, twice I tried to move one hand to teach for my phone for a photo, and he turned in annoyance to see why I'd partially stopped. I hear a woman calling, and ask if he needs to go. He makes no move. In fact he tries to push backwards closer. On a whim, I drop to my rear and make a bowl with my legs. He promptly fills said bowl with his rump. Me on my butt and him on his haunches, I came up to his shoulders.

Good dog.

A woman shouts again, more insistent. I give him a bump with my leg. He resigns himself to getting up and heading home. I realize the owner can't see us, so I pop up and apologize for stealing her dog. She realizes he hadn't just ran off for no reason, and laughs, saying he loves people. Yes, I had learned this.

I needed that.

There's a valley beside the camp ground.

The trees are spent matchsticks, grey and charred and empty against the sky. New growth slowly fills in around the dead wood. I don't know if this is a remainder of the BIG fire of 2016, or another more recent event. It's a staggering amount of devastation, and only a small fragment of the damage done.

The clouds out here... I love skyscapes.

Beautiful.

[bakugaykatsukii]

I Talk About Bakugou Because I'm Bored

Bakugou. He's best boy. My son.

No, actually, I'mma explain in as few words as possible why I absolutely adore his character.

Oops this got long.

Okay, so it's the first chapter/episode (I'll go off the anime because it's practically identical and more widespread) and it opens with Deku narrating. This is to establish an immediate connection between the audience and the main protagonist; it conveys how important Deku is. Plenty of shows do this so it's not really a big deal, just common practise. HOWEVER, the second character we hear speak is Bakugou, who is insulting Deku.

This is framed in a way that's supposed to make us dislike him, and continues all throughout the first episode. He's presented as a four year old trying to beat up our main character, and then his next scene is being ten years older and Still Trying To Beat Up Our Main Character. This makes him seem rotten to the core, as his character hasn't changed whatsoever in that time, and as an audience we know very little information about him.

On top of that, within this first episode he is deliberately made to have no redeeming qualities, nothing that could make him sympathetic in any way. The Sludge Villain fiasco isn't until ep2, and in this one he literally tells Deku to kill himself, reaching peak middle school bully. He destroys something the Main Protagonist clearly treasures and is privelaged in every conceivable way, even his (later obviously intense) desire to be a hero is simplified to monetary gain, with "I'll be even richer than All Might himself!!!" (or something to that effect). Later on I'd explain such a line to be a result of young Baku trying to quantify his future success, something he never mentions again after the Sludge Villain.

In these first twenty minutes of the anime, he's been absolutely dragged through the mud. Not only is he this arrogant, selfish, mean bully, he's also the sort of bully we can all relate to having, making him even more dislikable! It's so easy for an audience to write him off as irredeemable almost immediately.

But then comes ep2. Seasoned anime watchers likely brush over some small details, but the fact that the Sludge Villain attack happens when Bakugou is 14? Wow. At this point no one likes him, and to many people seeing this happen could come across as a sort of karmic punishment, deserving and therefore less sympathetic. And so Horikoshi succeeds in continuing to make him dislikable but also adding depth to this character who so clearly believed he was invincible.

However, any such depth is pretty much ignored by the audience. I've watched many reactions, and, at this point, due to Bakugou's sub par personality, most people don't care about what happened upon first viewing. To be fair, it's treated as background until Deku steps in and proves himself a hero, at which point he's promised a quirk and That's all anyone can think about.

(also there's some symbolism in this ep because Bakugou and Deku were both attacked by the Sludge Villain and saved by All Might, showing they are actually equals in character and have a lot in common.)

Anyway, so for the first few episodes no one gives two shits about Bakugou because he's meant to be dislikable. He's set up to be as bad as possible without needing to be arrested/never being redeemable. Yet, he's also not clearly set up to be redeemed whatsoever. Let me explain:

Quick break from bnha to head over to atla, Zuko is the perfect redemption arc. And some of that can be attributed to his presentation in the first few episodes: where he's portrayed as antagonistic but still honourable, and has a tragic past. He's the sort of character you know isn't actually bad at heart. But Bakugou hasn't got any tragic back story to speak of, and certainly isn't honourable, so we don't expect a redemption.

That's so interesting to me, because it basically means his character could go in any direction but most shounen fans expect him to be the typical rival. He's mean now and will be mean later, nbd. Will probably betray Deku in order to gain more power. That sort of stuff.

But, as the first season progresses, we're shown that Bakugou (on top of all of his anger issues and cruelty) is also so incredibly determined, to the point where it's harmful. A lot of people, even in season three, expect him to accept the LoV's offer, but as early as ep7 he's shown to be dedicated to being the best on his own. He utterly fails at pretending to be a villain, and doesn't manage to work with his "villain" teammate. When the USJ attack rolls around, he fights alongside Deku.

I feel like I've just word babbled for a while so here's a picture:

Isn't that adorable? Anyway, I continue.

Okay, recap: Bakugou is presented initially as bad and in no way sympathetic, but throughout season one some of his good qualities do get highlighted.

The Sports Festival is probably when I was most on edge about who my favourite character was. Todoroki vs Deku vs Bakugou was a whole internal debate. We all know who eventually won though. Point is, this is the first time Bakugou is supposed to seem likeable.

Like, yes, he helped out at the USJ, but he was still reckless and angry about it. In this arc his flaws stop seeming so antagonistic (even though he's now more at odds with 1-A than he's ever been) and are framed humorously; if you think about it, the only times you're not rooting for Bakugou in this whole arc is when you're laughing at his antics. He stops seeming like a massive unforgivable bully and becomes a secondary threat behind Todoroki, even though he ultimately wins the Festival.

One of the first things he does in the season is tell people messing with their class go away, albeit bluntly, and is then complimented for it by Kirishima, who is the nicest guy in the class! No longer are we supposed to necessarily dislike him, as he's being developed after all of season 1. Him saying "I'm gonna win" as his speach is expected by the audience and laughed at- absolutely nobody watching was scared he'd hurt Deku in some terrible way due to it.

The cavalry battle demonstrates that he can work in a team after some adjustment time, and he gets his own antagonist (Monoma) who we all root against! This makes us closer to his character, as in a way we have a common enemy.

Then obviously the single battles are super interesting, his one against Uraraka especially turning people to his side. Since Aizawa, who as an audience we trust after his actions at the USJ, backs up Bakugou's actions, we accept them as the right thing to have done. Especially since Bakugou later calls Uraraka "not fragile", demonstrating that he can respect people and actually isn't as discriminatory as his earlier actions against Deku might lead one to believe. Everything about this fight is pure gold.

The rest of his fights are also very interesting, so let me go off on a little tangent. He's the only person to 1) be uninjured by the end of the festival (he did win tho so...) and 2) he's the only person to win all of his fights by forcing his opponent into submission. He knocks out Uraraka and Kirishima, goes to knock out Tokoyami but has him give up instead and then knocks out Todoroki! His fights are so much more violent than the others, who are primarily trying to win by pushing their opponent out of the ring or by immobilising them, which could make him come across as more aggressive (which he is). But it actually works for his character considering the way he demonstrates respect is by giving his all, therefore in order to show he cares about these fights he has to go for absolutely decimating the person against him.

Also, interesting side note to all that, out of our main three festival contenders, Bakugou is the only one who actually needs to use the festival for its intended purpose: impressing scouts. Todoroki, as the son of Endeavour, is already known throughout the hero community as a promising young talent, and could even get the No2 hero to coach him if he so wished. Deku even says himself that he doesn't necessarily need to get scouted when All Might is already teaching him. Out of the three Bakugou has the most incentive to actually show off here, no guilt/baggage required.

Anyway blah Stain arc blah. Bakugou picks Jeanist to intern with, which many might think makes him shallow. Their quirks are in no way similar and their images are almost diametrically opposing, and Bakugou only chose him because he's such a highly ranked hero. However, I believe the creators crafted this pairing in order to convey how good of a future hero Bakugou promises to be. BJ, in these episodes, is all talk. He's such a superficial hero that, in order to rectify Bakugou's foul personality, he gives him a haircut. He demonstrates the arrogant nature that Stain hates so much. Meanwhile, Bakugou ignores him and is still arrogant in his own way, obviously, but not for anything other than his own pride. He, when you break it down, spends all of his time working towards a genuinely good goal, just to prove to himself that he's worthy- no desire for fans or fame in there, he wants success but isn't actually looking for any of the perks that come with it. This, imo, makes him better than BJ. Also, Bakugou never actually says he is working with BJ due to his rank and could be doing it because their quirks botha require so much time, practice and effort.

Okay, so, now for the final exams. This is where I decided he was my favourite. He works with Deku etc and proves to the audience that he can work with him and won't necessarily become a villain, plus All Might lets loose a little and proves he too can be violent and mean.

What I really love is about ep24 s2 is actually the bit that makes a lot of people chuckle: where Bakugou bites AM's hand. This kid has been giving his absolute all, putting every ounce of strength into beating his idol, because, lbh, his self worth depends on his success here, until he literally cannot raise his arms to punch anymore. And yet, he still refuses to go down, despite every odd against him. Something about that tenacity is just so incredible to me.

It's almost 1am, let's have another break, shall we?

Idk I thought it was funny when it came onto my dash.

Btw, it's now I wish I knew how to hide most of a post lololol.

Season three is just Baku's season, ngl. Like,,, so many of his Stans got their start here, and it's not hard to tell why. A big reason why Bakugou felt irredeemable was because he had no reason to be so mean, but the narrative makes up for that by then putting him through so many bad experiences.

There's been a million metas on why he's so perfect in this season, and this is already abhorrently long, but ah well.

Okay so he's captured by the League through no fault of his own. As the audience when we find out Bakugou is missing we immediately think he's done the dumb thing and gone off on his own, but it's quickly revealed that he's already been kidnapped. Tokoyami is also taken, cementing that the LoV are looking for kids with some villainous feature, but also showing that their perception of what makes a child villainous is skewed, since we know Tokoyami is good.

At the hideout Baku is entirely restrained and silent, so clearly against his will. If we remember every other time he's been restrained (so goddamn many) we'll think back to the Sludge Villain, finding out Deku had a quirk, after his *win* against Todoroki and his internship with BJ. In this way, it's obvious to tell that this is all a Bad experience for him, as those were all very negative times in his life. There's no way he'll join them.

None of the pros even consider it a possibility. Aizawa defends him against the press (and, once again, we like Aizawa! So we trust him) and none of his classmates think he could be evil, they're all primarily concerned for his safety. Even BJ, who insinuated that Baku could easily become a villain, doesn't appear to believe he'll turn down that path.

Also Baku is pretty cool when he fights of the villain like I'm ngl.

And then, when he sees All Might? And his face screws up? With his lip trembling? It's undercut with a joke but he's so obviously just a scared/relieved kid in that moment and it's gut wrenching to remember that.

It's really getting late and I'm at 11% here so speed round through the provisional licence exam.

He can tell Shindou is two faced

Even though he's blunt he's still got the instincts and smarts of a hero

The class looks up to him

Aizawa has a lot of favouritism for this child, y'all, how did I not notice this?

His failure here is intrinsic to his character growth as it means he hits absolute rock bottom and we can move onto:

Deku Vs Kacchan 2

Where to even start. The guilt and pain he experiences has made me tear up several times just from thinking about them, and that GODDAMN VOICE CRACK AS HE YELLS nope it hurts too bad.

It's sort of the culmination of every emotional issue Bakugou has exhibited throughout the series. He can't find self worth without constant praise and pressures himself to be unimaginably perfect, to a self destructive point. He has no support system in place to help him with these issues. His anger stops being repetitive/funny/annoying and is finally, clearly shown to be more damaging to himself than to anyone else, as he feels the only way he can deal with his stress and hurt is by lashing out at those who try to help him.

In this fight we also learn why Deku, even though he's Baku's victim, still looks up to him so much. And the whole dynamic is so perfect I might cry rn.

I am annoyed, though, that further than that Baku's mental health has been pretty much entirely ignored for 200 manga chapters. Probably my only complaint about him.

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At an entirely selfish level, I can relate to Bakugou. Obviously I'm not a teenage boy with explosion powers who bullies people in order to feel any self worth, but the high standards for himself? The pain at any failures? Being told through childhood how great you are only for it to be torn away in your teens? That's all so painfully relatable to me, and so I feel an even deeper connection with his character.

One last picture to finish off:

#LONG POST #bnha #Bnha meta #Meta #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my thoughts #katsuki bakugou #bakugo #bakugou #bakugou kidnapping #Bakugou meta #Mha #My hero academia #Mha meta #Bakugou katsuki #I didn't even mention Mitsuki WOW #Ngl it's too long a post #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugō #mha bakugou

[dxmedstudent]

Hi there. This is probably something you've been asked before and can't fully answer because you don't know me. But I'll give it a shot. I really want to go into medicine, but as I learn more about it, reading books by doctors, I've come to realize that it is so easy to make a mistake even with good intentions. I'm so terrified of making a mistake. Even if I read everything I can still miss something. But I also don't think I can be in another career. I've delayed my app because of this. Help?

Hello. I can see that you’ve already put some thought into what my reply might be. It’s true that I generally believe that there are things I can’t answer; in the end, we all have to choose for ourselves. So you’re right in saying that I can’t choose for you whether medicine feels too risky or scary. That said, with the potential for mistakes, and their fallout is something we all deal with in medicine.  So I feel that’s something I can shed some light on for you. Because it’s something I personally deal with every day. Whenever I see a patient, and initiate management, I’m thinking about if there could be anything else going on. Most of the time, I’m fairly confident in my initial plan, and on the investigations I want to do from then on. If I’m in doubt, I take a look at my acute medical book, to make sure I’m not missing some obscure investigation. When I’m stumped (and it happens, patients’ cases can be pretty borderline or just plain weird sometimes), I make an effort to discuss that patient with a senior sooner rather than later. We don’t work alone. Medicine is heirarchal for a reason; because someone who’s been a doctor for 2 years clearly doesn’t have as much experience as someone who’s been working for 10 or 20 years.  We work as part of a team, and that means that if your initial plan was missing something, or we get some new information, the plan gets changed, or we investigate a different direction. When we’re not sure, we all ask our colleagues for advice.The FY1 asks their SHO for advice; I frequently get asked by the juniors who are more junior than me. The SHO asks their registrar. Even the registrar asks their consultant. Consultants ask each other; both within their speciality and refer to other teams as required. So I want to reassure you that asking for help is part of our job. You have to learn to be open to asking for help, even if you know you’re about to get a grilling from your seniors. Because your patients’ wellbeing is most important. But we can’t entirely avoid mistakes. Mistakes can happen. Mistakes will happen. All of us might diagnose something incorrectly (perhaps we just didn’t have all the information to hand), perhaps it’s just not straightforward. That may affect the treatment we give, and the investigations we do. For the most part, I don’t think most mistakes are due to lack of common knowledge, I think it’s generally quite rare for people to make truly negligent mistakes. There are some things that, if they happened, you’d really wonder what that doctor or nurse was thinking. But for the most part,we all have seniors we can talk to if we don’t know enough about a particular something. So we’re generally well prepared to avoid those mistakes. Just paying attention to the basics is the most important thing you can do to avoid mistakes. Many mistakes are due to the time-pressure we are under. Too many patients to see. Not enough loose ends tied up. Bloods might be taken, but the result isn’t seen on time. A patient comes into A&E but is seen really late because there are too many others waiting to be seen. Perhaps something really borderline got missed. Wrong prescriptions are a huge chunk of mistakes that happen; it turns out that rushing people when they are prescribing is not good. Prescribing something the patient shouldn’t have, because you don’t know them well enough. Yet it happens all the time. Sometimes people just shove a chart in your face and ask you to prescribe something. People might ask you about a patient you don’t know. Time pressure, and rushing your decisions are most likely to cause mistakes. So it’s important that you don’t let others rush you, and if you’re not sure about a situation, you stand your ground and get advice. It becomes very important for us to document what we’ve done, when we did it, and who we told to do what. Med school really does try to drill many important common mistakes into you.  Double-checking your prescrptions. Listening to the nurses when they say ‘uhh are you sure, doctor?’ (the real question underlying that comment is usually  ‘er, doc, you’ve prescribed something stupid, do you want to change it?). Listening to patients or relatives when they tell you something isn’t right. When we talk about mistakes, we imagine the worst. Mistakes that have led to the death of a patient. Mistakes that led to a serious deterioration. And these happen every once in a while. Things get missed. ‘Never Events’ still happen. Becuase of systemic failings that are bigger than one person messing up. Big mistakes don’t just happen because of one person missing one thing, they happen because the system did not work correctly, and lots of people missed something. But most mistakes don’t get that far; they are caught. Perhaps you check your own chart twice and realise the dose was wrong. Perhaps the pharmacist tells you. Perhaps the nurse notices the patient got worse, since they are observing the patient regularly. You’re not the only person looking after the patient, after all. There’s an entire team there, checking each other’s decisions. We’re all here to make sure our colleagues are doing the right thing.   When I first started, I was quite worried, and I was always terrified that I’d overdose someone on something, or give the wrong treatment etc. To the point that I’d wake up in the middle of the night wondering if I’d prescribed X for a patient, or done Y, and have to remind myslelf that I had. And fear of making mistakes is perhaps part of the reasons we are, as a profession, so anxious and depressed. Because we have to both learn to assert ourselves and take charge, whilst at the same time constantly second-guessing our own decisions. It’s a little exhausting, sometimes. But you get used to it after a while. I’m a lot less scared about the decisions I make now, than when I started. What matters is what you do after a mistake. We have what is called a ‘duty of candour’, which is a fancy way of saying we have to be honest to the patient and their family about what has happened. I call it ‘if you mess up, you have to ‘fess up’. The difficult part in medicine is that sometimes you are dealing with the backlash following someone else’s mistake, sometimes even in the distant past.  Honesty is important, as is seeking senior support, and trying to rectify the mistake as much as you can. It’s something that used to worry me too, when I was a student. Medicine is full of life and death decisions, and the stakes are high; I don’t think that’s something any young person is truly comfortable with, nor is it something any of us are comfortable with when we apply. I certainly didn’t feel ready to deal with those things when I applied ot med school. What I did have, was faith that by the time I graduated and became a doctor, I’d have enough skills to be able to deal with it then. In fact, much of my coping strategy in general can be summed up as “when I reach that level, then I will have gained the skills needed to deal with this thing”. And that’s generally proved to be true. You have to take tings one step at a time. And you only know what you can cope with when you’ve given it a shot. I’m certainly surprised by my own progress; teenage me wouldn’t have imagined half the stuff I get up to at work.

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