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monsterblogging · 1 month

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Pacific Rim: Ascension is pretty good, actually

So yeah, Pacific Rim: Ascension is a prequel novel to Pacific Rim: Uprising, and based on that you might think it wouldn't be that great. But IMO, it's very much worth reading for a number of reasons.

The author was clearly very familiarized with the lore developed for PR1, and actually integrates a lot of it into the story in a way that gives it a sense of depth, reality, and drama that Uprising and The Black lack. Characters are also generally written well (and Hermann is written so wonderfully well), and Vik and Jinhai's backstories are, in my opinion, extremely engaging. And if you're one of the people disappointed that the Kaidonovskys and Cherno Alpha didn't get more screentime, you are absolutely in for a treat.

For the lore-oriented fans, the author's clear attention to detail means this book is actually a fairly reliable source on what was originally developed for PR1, including Jaeger details and character histories. It does include at least one piece of outdated data (Romeo Blue having three legs), and the story claims that drift compatibility is something you either have or don't have (something we know isn't true from Beacham's posts), but there's no reason to dispute, say, Vulcan Specter having a drill weapon or Shaolin Rogue having an extra-aquatic design.

The book also gives us lots of wonderfully bizarre kaiju. The somewhat frequent mentions of tentacles (forbidden by del Toro) suggests that these are based on very concepts, or were invented by the author himself. Either way, they are absolutely great monster designs. If anything, some of the things these monsters have going on make the movie's kaiju look a little boring.

That said, it's not perfect. Hermann's cane is never mentioned at all, and - well, the rest of the issues are spoilers, so I'll put them under a cut.

We learn that some people have apparently been using Pons technology to implant programming into people's minds - a detail which ultimately has no relevance on the plot, and feels weirdly edgy for Pacific Rim. And I know it's a common trope in sci-fi, but its proximity to right wing conspiracy theory bullshit makes it... not exactly my favorite trope. I don't know whether its presence in sci-fi is really super problematic, but in real life belief in this kind of thing has been used to basically justify witch hunting. Like, I understand the dramatic value here, but at the same time, people still living today were put on trial and even sent to jail based on belief that this was a real thing. Like I'm not going to tell you that this is an Objectively Bad Trope, but it's definitely a trope with a lot of terrible baggage.

The story also gives an explanation for how it was worked out that kaiju blood explodes when exposed to rare earth minerals, and it's pretty ridiculous. Supposedly a kaiju's blood rained down on a microchip factory, and the factory exploded. Accepting this detail means accepting that nobody's phones, laptop computers, or other electronic devices never came into contact with kaiju blood splatter or mist, and that kaiju blood never splattered into a damaged conn-pod. This is the kind of thing that should have been observed fairly early in the kaiju war, not several years in.

Also the PPDC in this book apparently just classifies information for No Real Reason, like the fact that a particularly violent kaiju cult tried to destroy the world. Like you'd think that this would be the kind of thing they'd want to broadcast, for reasons of "hey look how awful our political enemies are."

Also lol the fact that PPDC records pilots' drift memories and just peek into them is creepy. Like it doesn't exactly make Mako Mori look good when we learn she's been invading cadets' privacy like this, ya know?

But yeah like, I think it's definitely worth a read. The book shows a lot of imagination and makes good use of Pacific Rim's worldbuilding. Even if you don't like Uprising, you'll probably still find something to enjoy about it.

#pacific rim #pacific rim ascension

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blahandwhatever · 2 years

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Hello. I am writing this on my phone after realizing that doing so on my iPad without a working keyboard would be more cumbersome. I know that keyboard is functional - I see its little light - and I know one of the three Logitech Ultrathin KB Covers under My Devices in my iPad settings is this one - but the two refuse to acknowledge each other.

Today, my computer issues reached a new high in the form of complete inability to boot or even access the advanced startup menu, none of my attempted workarounds making a difference. I had my work projects extended or reassigned and hoped maybe my parents, whom I visited for my mother's birthday, had a working old laptop, but they did not. The most promising solution seems to be booting from a flash drive, but I'll need to download Windows from another computer. Really hoping I won't need to take the thing to repair.

Despite the lack of work, the day was a little hectic. For mysterious reasons, I went to bed extremely late last night, and then I slept late, and then I dealt with the computer stuff and some wrapping up, literal and figurative, of stuff for my mother's birthday. I also had to go pick up my car from repair - just my luck, the snowy day was the one when it worked out. I called the mechanic Friday, expecting it would be a quick and easy fix, but they were busy until at least Monday; Monday, they weren't sure when they'd manage to get to it, so they suggested leaving the car overnight. At 4 PM I went and picked that up, then I picked up flowers for my mother, then I picked up food from Hakuya at her request, made a final stop at home, drove in rush-hour traffic, and got to my parents' house at 6:15. I wore mascara for the first time in forever and hoped it wouldn't fuck my eyes up.

Back home, I made like the kids these days and scrolled Tumblr on my phone - a constrained, less than satisfying experience but better than nothing. On the ancient iPad, hardly anything can be adequately updated, and the Tumblr site isn't compatible with its old version of Chrome or, apparently, with Safari at all anymore, and the app works but browsing in it is glitchy, and so the phone it is. Meanwhile, i am on my stupid period, have a stupid split lip corner again, feel a little unhealthy again, and lapsed a little in staying on top of things at home. Really having some 2 years ago + 9ish years ago feelings, and I hope this is just a one-day thing.

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bts5sosempire · 5 years

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Freedom

A/n: a couple of things before I start lol, I'm not fluent in German so I Google stuff a lot 😂😂 so if you see them please pardon me. Plus this was in the draft for soooooo long that I just wanna kms cuz I forgot about it. Another thing I don't approve this kind of behavior too.

Pairing: Yandere! Kim Taehyung x Reader

Content: implied stuff, horror, scheme, manipulation, etc.

Words: 2,135

Prompt: “What's the different of give and take?”

Maybe it had been days? No, maybe it was weeks? Months or even a year? You don't know anymore, staying in this dark basement have deprived you of any human contact and light from the outside world. The chains shackling your ankles is enough proof to say that you were confined. Bruises formed around them long enough to tell that they were marred there. The entity.

Oh, how you long to be free.

Your story is a variance of like how Icarus had flown to close to the sun.

Instead of your wings burning off, it was your freedom and dignity taken. Two things that were given to you at birth. You would do anything to have them back. But in this, can you? If you can't, maybe in rebirth?

Many questions swirl in your head, enough to paralyze your thought.

But the sound of the heavy door caught your attention. The hair on your neck stands up instantly, as a horrible shiver ran throughout your entire body. This is enough to cause epilepsy. A small whimper made pass your lips, as you try to make yourself small as possible by scooting closer to the corner and hide from him. However, nowhere is safe from him.

Taehyung will find you no matter what.

Horrible fate isn't?

“Good morning,” his voice rang throughout the small space you were confined in, “I hope you're doing alright?”

Alright, wouldn't be the word you'd use in this situation you were in. It was more like killing you slowly and taking away your sanity little by little. Pieces of you being strip away and barring nothing but your skeleton and your vulnerable naked heart in front of him.

And that is something Taehyung prefer to keep it that way. Kind of mess up if you ask yourself about it. But he's the definition of that two words, ‘mess up’.

Your silence disturbs him.

“Why aren't you answering me?” he took a step and this cause you to recoil back into the corner tightly as possible. This causes him to stop in his steps. You fear to look at him right now, he may look harmless but that night—on that day—proved how dead wrong you were. You never have seen a person who smiles from joy by hurting others and in a slow torture style.

“You're that scared of me?” The words seem to lose their kindness in them. His hands start shaking uncontrollably. Breath getting ragged. The next thing causes the blood in your veins to burst with fear. He was crackling a burst of laughter, enough to haunt your mind for your entire being. Taehyung doesn't or maybe he does know, the things he does (to you) would be a tattoo in your mind. His hand made a slow movement to his waist and pull something, as a glint was shown in the dimly light basement.

“Let's play a game shall we?” he chuckles, and you whimper out of fear. Taehyung twirls the knife in his hand as he scrapes the tip of it against the brick pillar. The sound of two different elements making contact comes closer to your ears unpleasantly. You turn away and grip the hem of the tattered shirt, this time crying. You hate this, you want nothing to do with this any longer!

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, eeny, meeny, miny, moe.” Taehyung voice stop abruptly and you bite your whimpers, in fact, you feel his presence just mere inches away, “My mother told me to pick the very best one, and that is YOU.” those words hit your ears with a strong shiver of horror. Tensing up, the tip of the knife trail up your back like water in reverse motion. But his trailing was very careful.

“If you win, you get to go free and I won't ever pursue you again.” His voice was low and eerie. The trailing stops in between your shoulder blades and stays there. “But if you lose, you will accept me wholly and be part of my life. How does that sound?”

Your silence was all he needs now, whether you like it or not.

Taehyung had made you ‘play find the treasure’, around the house there were three specific items he wants it to be found and you already found one of them.

The discovery was gruesome. It was his first victim already decayed body in the Iron Maiden. A key was stuck to its mouth, and you almost retch at the sight of it. The smell of death was strong in the room, even blood that was supposed to be washed away was stained there. He wants you to fetch the key from its mouth. You were hesitant about getting it, but if it means freedom from this hell-hole.

You are all in.

The second item was a code, but it was in a room filled with advanced math and equations, but you can make out the scribbles of white and red overlapping with each other. There were papers already prepared there. Like Taehyung already had planned this all along, since there were layers of dust coated the papers and desk.

You thought you were going crazy for a second as you saw repeated math equations, but you weren't. Taehyung did that on purpose. At first, you weren't sure of your going to get out if all the numbers are right since, you added them, subtract, multiply and even divide them but it doesn't make any sense at all! You were getting frustrated. What were you doing wrong?

Letting out a frustrated sigh, there was something bothering you. Taking a look at the ceiling and around you, there were more whites than red in the room. And the highest number you achieve was 27. The inner corner of your brows knitted together and you grab all the papers scattered around you. You had color coded them. There was a letter you had scribble next to the number when you had the answer. On each and one of them.

Looking around the room one more time, there was something laying in a forgotten corner. The paper folded neatly. You went over there and pick it up.

Unfolding it, it was only the alphabet letters. But it does make sense to you now. Each number represents an alphabet letter. You grab the papers that were filled with scribbles and jot down a letter next to them. But the red is more apparent than the white ones.

Freiheit ist nights, aber in Narrenwunsch.

You recognize it was in German.

But whatever it means, it's going to aid you in your freedom.

Running out of the room, you went to find the final piece of treasure.

Taehyung watches from the cameras in an unknown room, as he successfully saw you retrieve the key. He was neither anxious nor impatient, instead, he was rather very calm.

You were intriguing his mind more, very compatible. All he needs is to get you to join him is his misfortune and mischief, by ruling his side like the person he needed in this reign he's going to take over.

“Oh? She already solved it.” A small chuckle reverberates from his vocal cords. It didn't take long for you to solve the problems.

You run past the living room where you were supposed to be in there like fifteen minutes ago and you came back to find a computer hook up in cables and cords, as its links to a double door. Something made your skin crawl, it's not the cold air in this dark place. It's like you're being watched.

Making a small step at the bright computer, your eyes wince at the contrast. There was a question written on the computer screen.

What is freedom?

You type in the letters and press enter, and a click resonates around the room. The heavy doors open with a loud cry upon forces.

Everything in you pause for a moment.

A gust of strong wind push through the small gap of the door, you feel it rustle pass your unkempt self. Light peers through the dark room, making the darkness scramble away as it was eaten up. A breath of amazement escapes your lips, as you saw the landscape you were surrounded with. Wildflowers bloom everywhere, a giant lake down below the field, mountains far away with snow decorating their top.

Shaking your head, you cut off your thought. You need to get out of here!

Without wasting a moment, you set foot outside and it feels like many centuries have passed since you last visited the outside world. The rush of adrenaline filled you with excitement. A smile made on your dry lips. You pick up your speed and run towards the no path field of flowers.

Petals float in the air as your legs hit the wildflowers. The sun warms against your skin.

But the sound of a gunshot cut you short your freedom as you halt all movements. All feeling of happiness and childish self-flew away from you as fear regrips your heart again. You turn around and saw Taehyung there with a gun pointed in the air with a cynical smile. He then pointed it at you.

“Your freedom must've tasted good because it didn't last long.”

“You said you would let me go.” Your voice came out raspy because of the lack of use.

“But I didn't promise you though.” He comes close to you. Your legs start to buckle in fear and anxiety. “This was merely a lesson for you.”

“What?” Anger surge through you, like a breath of disbelief, filling your lungs.

“You know what ‘Freiheit ist nights, aber in Narrenwunsch’mean (Name)?” His terrifying eyes bore into your orbs, that look is enough to make your body lock under pressure, but you refuse to fall under his gaze. “It means freedom is nothing, but a fool's wish’. You get it to don't you? I let you escape like this to tell you how easy it is to take and give freedom. The words give and take are no different since they are so close to each other.” Taehyung closes the proximity. His hand went to capture your wrist with his one hand and twist them around your back. He pulls you close to him, chest to chest. This makes you struggle in his vice grip.

“Since taking away your dignity didn't break you enough, I would have to break your ambitions, your hope, your everything, and even the light that glimmer in your eyes.” The gun in his hand came dangerously close to you, as he traces the cool tip of the gun right down the side of your face. He leans his face close to you, just inches apart. “I will make you depend on me for the rest of your life. Want to hear a term for that? It's called Stockholm Syndrome. With enough deprivation of human contact, you will become eventually paranoid and start begging for my attention, then I'll make you learn how to love me.”

“You're sick!”

“I don't appreciate being called mentally ill (Name) after all, I'm not the one who killed their family and was label that.”

A snarl emits from your lips, as your anger override your emotions to think properly and words blurt out. “You think throwing the crime on me would make me come running towards you and kiss your feet? Instead, this made me hate you with a fiery passion that I run away and you're the one who came chasing after me instead! In fact, I appreciate if they killed me off sooner I wouldn't have to deal with your psychotic-”

A hand had made contact with your face. And you were shocked that Taehyung had just backhanded you! You bite your lower bleeding lip. “You don't mean it, you don't know what you're talking about. You don't hate me, you love me. Say that you love me.” Taehyung commanded the last sentence with the gun pointed under your jaw.

You give him a hard stare for a good few seconds before closing your eyes awaiting death if you don't answer.

“Open your eyes and say that you love me! Say it!” Taehyung tugs you.

Refusing to open your eyes, and the metallic metal was removed from your chin as you were pushed to the ground as the air was knocked out from your lungs. You open your eyes and saw him loom over you. There weren't any emotions shown on his face.

On that field, Taehyung was nothing more than an animal mask with the essence of the devil himself as he takes you there. He retook your everything.

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alj4890 · 5 years

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Testing for Love ~ Fluffy Friday

A Choices: The Royal Romance Fan Fiction

Taken from my The Other Friend series.

Fluffy Friday Masterlist

Testing for Love

"Wait a minute, Maxwell!"

Liam jogged over to his friend. "She's found another one."

"No! Why? Why would she do that? Haven't we suffered enough?"

"Apparently not. Thankfully, I passed. Rashad and Drake did too. You, uh...well...good luck." Liam clapped him on the shoulder and returned to his wife.

All four couples were snowed in at Applewood Manor. To help fight the boredom, Amanda had found many online compatibility tests. Riley and Hana had been thrilled, while Olivia enjoyed hearing Drake's running commentary. Liam and Rashad had breezed through, proving they were their wives perfect match.

Maxwell on the other hand struggled. He hated taking tests with a passion. Did his wife doubt they were meant to be or would last or kiss or whatever the current test promised to reveal? They were already married and (before these tests came into view) happily so. A test created by a Dr. Iam Love could not truly measure his feelings properly.

With shoulders slumped, he opened the door to his bedroom. If one were to see what was in that room, they would not understand his fear. The dark haired lady, he considered the love of his life without some torturous multiple choice monstrosity telling him otherwise, was reclining on the bed pillows with her laptop balanced on her lap.

Her demeanor was warm when she looked at him. Such deceit. She was a siren with her inviting smile and affectionate greeting, causing him to enter in. He knew it was only a matter of mere moments before he was dashed upon the rocks of doubt by waves of ridiculous test questions.

"I was wondering where you were." Amanda reached her hand out and grabbed his. With a few tugs, she managed to get him next to her. "I found another test. Ready to give it a try?"

"But we have already proved we are compatible. We're married! What are you planning to do if it shows we shouldn't be together?" Maxwell buried his face into the pillow, thinking that freezing in the snow might be preferable to this.

"It's just for fun! Plus everyone else did it and they all passed. If you fail, I will restrain myself from leaving you for the first man that passes." Amanda teased. "You got this. Now, first question." She clicked on the screen. "Here we go. What would your significant other consider as the perfect date?"

She paused while he groaned in the pillow. She read out the answers and fought her laughter as he went through the possibilities. "You hate outdoors, so no walk or picnic. You love movies, but you also love spontaneous weekend vacations. I HATE THESE THINGS!" He pushed off the bed and paced as he thought of an answer.

After a couple of minutes, Amanda asked if he had an answer. He ran his hands over his face and said the movie date. He watched her face for any indication of it being the right answer. She pursed her lips and clicked on movies. "Okay. Next quest--"

"Wait! No. Go back and pick vacation!"

"I can't go back. Next question." "Which would your love consider to be the most romantic gesture?" He flopped backwards on the bed as he listened and debated on each answer.

"Well? What do you think?" She asked.

"I'll tell you what I think. I think whoever made these tests is bound and determined to break up perfectly happy couples! These questions prove nothing of my feelings for you!" He glared at the ceiling, thinking of the injustice of having to participate in these asinine quizzes. Why were there so many of these unholy things on the internet?

"It's too late." He muttered.

"Huh? What's too late?" Amanda glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "It's not even seven o'clock yet."

"Not the time." He ground out. "It is too late for you to even suspect that we might be incompatible! We're married! We've been married for seven years and have two children! If this does not in any way convince you that I am your perfect match, then I don't know what to tell you."

He grabbed her laptop and tossed it onto a padded chair. Before she could question his actions he hopped back on the bed and pulled her into his arms. He rolled on top of her and stared into her eyes. "I'm going to prove to you why I am your perfect match."

She started laughing. "Maxwell, I already know that. These were just to have a laugh--"

"Number one: Your favorite color is blue. You hate the color pink and only put the girls in their pink outfits when there is a chance they could be ruined. You love the color red, especially in flower form. Tulips are your favorite to receive except in the winter when you only want poinsettias."

Amanda closed her mouth as he held up his hand.

"Number two: You love Mystery Science Theater 3000 above all other shows. Your favorite seasons have either Joel or Mike, with the first Crow and second Tom. You can't decide who your favorite host is, though Mike reminded you of me. So, you developed a crush on him when we were younger."

She gasped. "How did you know--"

"Perfect match!" He growled.

"Number three: You make fun of romantic dramas and have a hard time not laughing when one of the love interest dies. Though many might think it is heartless, I know you have gone off alone to cry at the thought of my death. You only laugh at the overly dramatic sceranios, but your heart breaks at real life."

Her eyes teared up. "How did you--"

"Perfect match! I am your perfect match. I can't pick those answers they give because they don't match you. I know you. You are the love of my life. I am yours. And for my sake, please! Don't make me take another test! EVER!"

Amanda wrapped her arms around him. "I promise. No more compatibility tests. I never doubted our love, though hearing all that may have made me love you even more." She said as she pressed her lips to his. "I thought they would make us laugh at the absurdity. But if it makes you reveal stuff like this..." She tried to reach for the computer.

"NO!" He held her down and tickled her until she promised to stop. He kissed her and settled next to her with a contented sigh.

Later that night, they joined everyone downstairs after dinner. Amanda had her phone out, scrolling through some quizzes that had popped up. "Oh! We have to try this?"

Maxwell froze. "You promised." He whispered.

She smiled at him. "Don't worry, it isn't a love test."

He relaxed again next to her, letting his hand play with her hair.

"It's a 'How Great of a Parent Are You?' quiz."

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felidfavs · 6 years

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it's time to make a "my life sucks" post

so this is just going to be a list of ongoing shitty things of varying degrees of annoyance.

mum is stressed as shit over money. We had to buy a new hot water tank, and her husband a new phone, and both the mortgage and our phone bills have been fucked up and thus are needing dealt with ASAP. On top of really tenuous payments for a fuck up she made involving his work checks and his immigration status awhile ago.

i'm stressed as shit over money. i contribute a small amount to rent and phone, and my own loans every month that is coming out of old loan and no new money right now. I haven't wanted to make money with art because i'm sketched out over taxes and legalities- and since my mom has always done my taxes and is always too busy and stressed out to show me how... not to mention probably not the best at it anyways... it's not something that's likely to change any time immediately.

So i'm trying i find work. I am not doing a super amazing job at that because of my anxiety and overthinking and shit but. I am applying for at least 1 thing a week at this point, which is better then the previous nothing at all so.

But to get work I also need to buy some new clothes, most things have a dress code u know. At the very least i need some shoes. I think. I might just go dig around and see if there's any old pairs that would fit the bill but i doubt it.

and then there's just the general things piling up like; i haven't had a hair brush with a handle for like. 2 years lmfao. it's fine and i refuse to buy myself one cause just having the head works perfectly fine but it's one of those things u look at when ur annoyed at money and just go "jfc what is my life"

I havent had easy access to a shower in like. i don't even know. probably around 4 years now? Again, our bath functions and that does an adequate job so. Not the end of the world but. thinking "i haven't been able to shower in my own home for 4 years" is mildly depressing.

My dog needs to be put down. hard stop if i had the agency to do it i would. He is old. He stumbles a lot. The "fat deposit" on his shoulder is the size of a small cat at this point. He has some sort of wound on his head now apparently. He huffs and wheezes constantly (probably from the weight of that mass or other things) and like. While he's still... fine.. like he eats happily he still manages the stairs with some effort and he's still playful if you bug him... he's old and he's dying and he's not exactly comfortable. And it sucks to have to watch him. But i know my mum isn't going to put him down any time soon until she HAS to because she doesn't take death well AT ALL and won't add that to her stress willingly.

Sadie has had chronic ear infections since she was a pup. We don't buy shit for them, and while it wouldn't do that much good anyways given how impossible it is to get anything in her ear... i'm getting tired of wrangling her and coaxing her into letting me wipe sludge out of them twice a day every day to no improvement.

Apparently i need a new computer. Because i can't get mine to stop fucking restarting. i dug out an old keyboard to try to get to the start up repair shit but it doesn't seem to be able to like... get its drivers in before the restart cycle or it's not compatible idk. it gets power to it but it doesn't work. So idk what to do about that. and i don't.. want to call someone. i really don't. i need a new one badly anyways. but i don't have the money for it.

I also probably need a new phone soon... which is entirely my fault. Being jobless and stressed and battling all my shit i've been using it WAY TOO HEAVILY and it barely holds a charge anymore. But that's what you get when you've been using it to play music all night cause it's the only way you can sleep :/

im supposed to go hang out at ACAD today cause there's an artist talk and i want to get more involved with humans and not being a house hermit but i also kind of just want to go to sleep for awhile and stop existing. I was gunna try to find some shoes too but now i don't wanna make that expense if i need a computer first. If i can bring a bag to work if i get that job i have shoes i can probably manage in they're just very slick and not ideal for actual... work lol. but if i have to i'll make it work u know.

shitty part about if my computer is dead is i started a new painting and it's only like 2 days old so i haven't backed it up anywhere else :-)

oh also i've low key been worried i might be like..... actually ill. probably just me reading into shit looking to cause more stress but my lower back hasn't stopped being mildly sore since that couple days where it was really bad and i still wake up a bunch at night uncomfortable. and just like. general not feeling great. and a couple other choice sore spots. i dunno how much stock i want to put into it because that means i should probably get on seeing a doctor but again. money. and that is a very Big Thing that i don't want to deal with if i don't have to because it will probably put me out of every other stressful thing i try to do to focus on it. but it keeps bugging me cause like.. if it's something bad and i ignore it and it fucks me over even worse u know.

oh and of course there's always "grandma could drop dead any day" stress as per usual.

"i need to learn how to drive" stress

"will i ever have my shit together to get back to pottery" stress

"keep your body and brain demons happy so u don't want to give up and kill yourself again" stress

anyways i'm done complaining for now back to dealing with it all.

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