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fastandcarlos · 4 days

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Living With The LeClercs » Charles LeClerc

Summary: take a peek into the life of the leclerc family and see what they get up to

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charles_leclerc: off season complete ✅ batteries are recharged after yet another amazing holiday with the fam

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scuderiaferrari: looking forward to having you back with us next week charles 🏎️

landonorris: i refuse to accept that y/d/n is yours, she's too beautiful to have your genes

ynusername: @/landonorris she just takes after her mother instead 😇

username1: nooooo, f1 season means we get less dad pics from you charles

username2: i don't ever want the dad charles era to end 😭

ynusername: thank you for the best three months, i couldn't wish for a better dad to our little humans 💕

schecoperez: you're putting me to shame with all these adorable snaps, i better start uploading too

lance_stroll: calling dibs on being first to offer babysitting during the season btw

danielricciado: @/lance_stroll you take one i'll take the other, mini charles' are a lot to handle

lance_stroll: @/danielricciardo you've got yourself a deal

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charles_leclerc: race day is always better with these two babies causing chaos 🥰

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carlossainz55: as cute as your children are, can you hurry up and stop uploading to instagram...some of us have got meetings

username3: y/s/n is hands down the coolest kid at the paddock this weekend

username4: why do i get the impresson project leclerc jr is well underway with y/d/n 🤔

oscarpiastri: STOP SHOWING OFF HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR FAMILY ARE 😡

maxverstappen1: maybe y/s/n will have a better chance of beating me to the top of the podium than you

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1 one day...he's got his eyes on you! apparently you're his favourite driver

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc tell him that he's got excellent taste

ynusername: not you promoting letting toddlers get behind the wheel of high speed cars 🙄

danielricciardo: if you're looking for a coach, you know who to ask

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciado you think i'm not capable of coaching my son

danielricciardo: @/charles_leclerc sure...but if you want him to learn from a proper driver, just gimme a call 😂

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ynusername: following this man around all day, trying to keep the kids from hugging daddy is a hard day’s work (see second pic for proof 😂)

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landonorris: if charles isn't interested, tell the kids that uncle lando will always be ready for a cuddle

iamrebeccad: i've never done so many steps before, who knew chasing after 3 year olds was such hard work 💫

ynusername: @/iamrebeccad i did try to warn you!! you should've listened

pierregasly: he's just tryna play it cool y/n, he isn't as cool as he used to be

username5: imagine being lucky enough to walk around the paddock and just see y/s/n and y/d/n everywhere

kevinmagnussen: tell them to have a sniff of charles after being in a race car for 2 hours y/n...that will soon be enough to put them off 💩

lilymhe: i want them to chase me and give me all the cuddles in the world

username6: you just know in any free moment charles is secretly looking around wanting his kids back beside him

username7: everyone say thank you to y/n for yet another round of hot dad charles pics 🙏🏻

oscarpiastri: why can't you hug me as lovingly as you hug your son? you're supposed to me my dad too

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri "adopted"

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc IT ALL STILL COUNTS

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charles_leclerc: like father like son…the leclerc smile is deadly

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username8: officially the cutest photographs to ever be uploaded to the internet 🥺

username9: excuse me charles leclerc you cannot just spring photos like this on us without warning

oscarpiastri: i smile like this too...family?? 🥰

maxverstappen1: if i had to pick y/s/n definitely looks cuter

username10: i was not emotionally ready for this adorableness 💔

carlossainz55: deadly?? you look like the squishiest marshmallow

username11: @/carlossainz55 i think you've been spending too much time on the internet 😬

ynusername: my two favourite boys, how did I ever get so lucky?

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername there's no way you're the lucky one, that title belongs to me mi amor

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charles_leclerc: I’ve been posting a lot about my human kids recently, so here’s a shoutout to my other child so he doesn’t feel left out

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oscarpiastri: damn i almost thought that this post was gonna be about me

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri i swear one more comment and i will block you, son or not

landonorris: how dare you mistreat leo like this

username12: @/landonorris #justice4leo

username13: charles leclerc...father of 3

ynusername: leo could never be forgotton, he's our favourite four legged child

alex_albon: @/ynusername also your only four legged child 🤔

estebanocon: cute kids, cute dog...how do you do it leclerc??

yukitsunoda0511: asking for a friend...do your kids also poo in the middle of the paddock or just your dog

username14: @/yukitsunoda0511 YUKI not you stitching charles up like this! 😂😂

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charles_leclerc: my favourite things to do, being a dad with a bit of gaming too 🥺💕

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ynusername: where does being a husband rank in all of them??

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername you’re still my number one 😍

username15: if charles won't appreciate you come and marry me instead

maxverstappen1: so bad at fifa you've resorted to table football i see 🫢

carlossainz55: don't worry charlie, i'll beat you at that kinda football too

username16: not you forgetting the woman that gave you those two adorable humans charles 🤦🏻‍♀️

username17: public apology incoming

danielricciardo: and you just happened to be playing table football with your top off did you? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciardo it was all just coincidence...promise

georgerussell63: charles leclerc giving the fan girls what they want since 2018

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charles_leclerc: appreciation for the wife so she doesn’t get jealous 😂 I love you honey, thank you for our perfect family ✨🔥

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carlossainz55: if you heard him gush about you as much as i do y/n you'd know there is never anything to be jealous of

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 what sorta thing does he say?? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 do not throw me under the bus like this!!

landonorris: one of you looks perfect, the other looks like he needs a haircut and to sort his beard out

username18: i hope you know how lucky you are charles

username19: how does y/n manage to look that good running around after y/s/n, y/d/n and charles all day???

logansargeant: can you stop making all us single people feel even more single pls 😭

schecoperez: the second best family in formula one

danielricciardo: @/schecoperez SAVAGE! 💪🏻

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charles_leclerc: just a post to remind you all I can do both…no dad bod around here 🫢

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username20: DADDY!? 💦

landonorris: how many takes did it take you to get that shot in the gym?

carlossainz55: @/landonorris i was there...for several hours

username21: soft dad charles will always be my fave

ynusername: is there anything that you can't do? you take my breath away charles leclerc 💫💕

oscarpiastri: one day i hope to be as strong as you are...dad

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri BLOCKED

alex_albon: i don't know who looks more tired, you or y/d/n

charles_leclerc: @/alex_albon me, definitely me, but i wouldn't change it for the world

#f1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 reaction #f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 smau #formula 1 x you #formula 1 social media #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you

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chrisevansonly · 10 months

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𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯social media au

✯lando norris x female reader

✯a florist and an f1 driver, shall we say perfect match?

✯not requested just a cute idea i had<3

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nothing makes me happier than getting to spend all day doing what I love in a shop I created 2 years ago today. happy birthday to my baby🩷

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username i went there yesterday it was so cute!

>y/ninstagram thank you so much!🩷🩷

username those colours!!!!

lilyhme still obsessed with my bouquet!!

>y/ninstagram i’m so glad!! you’re welcome anytime love!🥰

>username what’s lily doing here👀

flonorrisshowjumping yay happy birthday to the best flower shop ever!!🩷🩷

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>username lando’s sister….?

username SO CUTE!!!

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just a girl in her happy place, nice to get some time away from the shop for a few days🥰

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username gorgeous gorgeous girl!!!

username that flower crown?!

>y/ninstagram right?! only took me 2 hours 😅

landonorris any chance you sell flower crowns?

>y/ninstagram potentially for you!

>username LANDO?!

username i see lando in the likes….

francisca.cgomes beautiful 😍

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landonorris

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nice little break off the track, lots of time to travel, recharge and enjoy the little things, back to work this week! 😁

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username lando in his soft launch era????

username LANDO?!

username wait i recognize that flower crown!!!

maxfewtrell yeah lots of rest happened for sure

>landonorris stfu

y/ninstagram i see you finally got the flower crown!

>landonorris i did, 10 star rating for sure 😉

username WHAT IS HAPPENING RN

username wait lando and y/n?! IM UP

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am i doing this whole formula 1 thing correct?? thank you for having me mclaren! 🩷

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username Y/N AT THE GP THIS WEEKEND?! WHAT

username mclaren’s guest or lando’s guest😏

username lando and y/n are def together cmon…

mclaren very happy you could come!! thank you for all the beautiful arrangements!🧡

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landonorris how was it?

>y/ninstagram it was different, number 4 for mclaren did pretty well

>landonorris yeah he’s decent

lilyhme so great to see you again!!! let’s get drinks this week❤️

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lando really didn’t understand the whole ‘soft launch thing’ very well, but i will say it makes me happy that i can share our love with the world….you are truly special to me in so many ways lan❤️

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username YES I KNEW IT

username lando failing is hilarious

username flower girl and f1 boy 🫶🏻

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flonorrisshowjumping doesn’t surprise me he couldn’t keep it secret 😭

>landonorris oh??? and what’s that supposed to mean!!

landonorris im sorry my angel🥹

landonorris i love you so much though 😁🩷

>y/ninstagram yeah yeah i love you too silly boy🩷

username i will sob in the streets 😃

landonorris

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my flower girl🩷

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username oh she’s so beautiful

username i can’t tell if i want to be lando or y/n…

>username both😃

username run me over pls

y/ninstagram i love you so much lan

y/ninstagram you’re favourite person in the whole world❤️

>landonorris you’re mine, i love you

maxfewtrell nasty nasty you two are

>y/ninstagram you weren’t saying that when you asked for the most INTRICATE bouquet yesterday 🤔

>maxfewtrell 😶

username y/n humbling max 😭

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deanwanddamons · 1 year

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Undercover - Chapter One

Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders.

Universe: Detective AU

Pairing: None (yet)

Chapter Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Dark subject matter. Angst.

A/N 1: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09, who helped me with the idea for this story. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. A/N 2: As you may or may not know, I haven’t written anything in an absolute age. I have been struggling with writer's block and life has simply got in the way. But…I started this series a long time ago and a few chapters were just sitting in my docs. So I thought I would post the prologue in the hope that you guys enjoy it, want to read more and it may give me the inspiration to continue with it. I’m happy to say, most of you seemed to enjoy it so here is Chapter One. Please let me know what you think - comment and reblog if possible ❤️ Tag list is open if you wish to be added.

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3 weeks before Prologue

Dean walked through the winding streets of Pasadena, Los Angeles, making his way towards the precinct where he would now be working.

After spending a week in the hospital after ‘the incident’, he had been ordered by his Captain, Rufus Turner, to take some time off work to recuperate from his ordeal. Dean wasn’t happy with this command, and had been very resistant to agree. The police force was his life, and the idea of just sitting at home doing nothing was alien to him. But he knew that Rufus was not the kind of man you could argue with.

Rufus had been his chief for several years, and Dean knew that he wouldn't back down once he had made up his mind. He had tried to reason with him, explaining the importance of his job as a police officer, but Rufus had already made up his mind.

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"Look, I know how you feel," the older man had said, his tone firm. "But you need to take some time off. You've been working non-stop for months. You need to recharge your batteries, spend some time with your family, and just relax."

Dean knew that his Captain was right. He had been putting in long hours, working weekends and holidays, and neglecting his personal life. He had missed important family events, and he could feel the strain on his relationships.

"I understand, sir," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But what am I supposed to do? I can't just sit at home and do nothing."

Rufus smiled. "I'm not asking you to do that. There are plenty of things you can do. You can take a vacation, travel, catch up on some reading, or do something you've always wanted to do but never had time for. The point is to take a break, clear your head, and come back refreshed."

The officer nodded, silently acknowledging the wisdom in the words he had just heard. He knew he needed a break, and he also knew that his Captain had his best interests at heart. He would take some time off, reconnect with his family, and come back ready to serve and protect.

"Thank you, sir," he said, standing up. "I appreciate your concern, and I'll take your advice."

Rufus nodded, pleased. "Good. Now, go enjoy yourself. That's an order."

When he eventually returned to work, the idea of being given a new identity and to move away from Lawrence, Kansas had been posed to him. He had been furious, but had eventually agreed when he realised if he didn’t, his life could be in danger.

It was going to be strange. A new day, a new station and a new name.

He pulled the badge from his pocket, the one that was mailed to him by his new superior Captain Bobby Singer.

Detective Jon Elliot.

Dean huffed a laugh. He recognised the mixture of names that had been chosen. Jon Bon Jovi and Joe Elliott. He was impressed. Even though he didn’t think he looked anything like a ‘Jon’, the name was something he was going to have to get used to. His life, and many others, were at stake.

Opening the heavy doors of the police station, he walked over to the desk officer.

“Detective Elliot to see Captain Singer,” he announced. The deputy nodded and picked up the phone. Dean turned around, noticing a few chairs to his left and sat down.

He looked around the reception area. It was full of people, coming and going, and was much bigger than the station he had worked in back in Lawrence. It consisted of a large communal area with around twenty desks and three offices. One that belonged to him and his partner Benny, one that had belonged to Captain Turner and one that had been used as a store room. There had been very little crime in the area he had originally worked in.

That was until Michael had come to town.

He shook the memory from his head, determined to not let himself be distracted today.

“Detective Elliott?” A burly, thick set, bearded man in his late 50’s was walking towards him, his hand outstretched.

“Captain Singer.” Dean stood and shook the man's hand.

“Please. Call me Bobby. There’s no formality here,” he said “Come with me if you will,” he continued, gesturing to a corridor on his left.

Dean nodded, and side by side the men walked quietly towards an open door.

Entering the spacious office, Bobby closed the door behind him as Dean took a seat by the large, oak desk. Taking a moment to look around the room, the Detective took a deep breath as he tried to get himself accustomed to the new surroundings. Photo frames filled with smiling faces adorned the wooden space in front of him. He could only assume that it was the family of the older man who he would be reporting into.

"Dean, I was sorry to hear about Benny," the Captain started, taking his place in his plush office chair opposite him before he steepled his fingers. "Terrible situation."

“Thank you,” Dean acquiesced, taking in the grim expression on Bobby’s grizzled features. He appreciated the concern, but was hoping that he wouldn’t be expected to go into too much detail. He wasn’t sure he felt quite ready enough to discuss what happened in depth with a stranger, even if he did mean well.

“Losing one of our own is always a deep blow,” the elder man continued, “And for it to be your partner while you were on a case must make it even harder to bear. I have lost a few colleagues…” Bobby’s words trailed off as he realised Dean was fidgeting in his seat, loosening his tie with his right hand, the fingers of his left hand drumming against the wooden arm of the chair.

“Anyway, I digress,” he went on, mentally kicking himself for making the new Detective feel uncomfortable, “I’m sure you’ll fit right in here. I trust your new accommodation is to your liking?”

Dean was happy that the subject had been changed. As Bobby had been speaking, he could feel his heart rate begin to raise, his palms getting sweaty. He wondered briefly if the Captain had noticed, and that was why he had stopped talking. If that was the case, Dean knew he needed to get himself in check. He could not perform his duties correctly if he couldn’t bring himself to talk about Benny. Even though no one else in the precinct knew his real identity except his superiors, it was enough that Bobby asking him questions had made him react this way for him to realise he may need to take the force up on the offer of a therapist.

“Yes, yes thank you Sir. It’s very nice,” Dean lied. The small apartment he had been supplied was in a rough part of town, above a liquor store, but he was grateful for the relative safety the tiny rooms afforded him.

“Okay so,” his new Captain went on, “I’ll introduce you to the team, using your assumed name of course. They’re a good bunch. A few mavericks that need to be reigned in now and again, but besides that, they behave themselves most of the time.”

Raising from his seat, Bobby buttoned his jacket as he walked past Dean towards the door. He opened it and gestured for the younger man to exit the stuffy office.

He was led through a corridor into a bustling investigation room. Numerous staff were typing away on keyboards, the clack of their fingers creating a cacophony of different rhythms. Desk phones were ringing loudly, most of them being ignored. A large white board containing photographs of suspects in the particular case they were currently investigating stood at the front of the room, words written in different colours of magic marker, some circled, some underlined filling in the gaps between images.

Dean followed his superior as he moved between the desks, the occupants standing up as the Captain passed, nodding at him briefly before taking their seats again and getting on with whatever work they had been doing. Some of them glanced at Dean as he walked closely behind, others ignored his presence.

It was clear that Bobby ran a tight ship and was well respected by his subordinates. The fact that they stood up when he approached their work station was a surprise to Dean, as this was not something anyone did for Rufus back in Lawrence, but he made a mental note to remember this in future.

The duo had reached the desk of an attractive blonde police woman. Her face was open and pleasant, a bright smile on her lips. She rose to her feet, as Bobby introduced her.

“Detective Donna Hanscum, this is Detective Jon Elliott.”

“Pleased to meet ya,” she said, holding her hand out. Dean shook it, warming to her friendly demeanour straight away.

“I’ll leave you in Donna’s capable hands,” the Captain told him, “come by my office before you leave for the evening.”

As Bobby turned away, Donna pulled a chair out and patted it. “Take a seat.”

“Coffee?” she offered, her eyes moving towards a vending machine in the corner of the room. “It’s not gourmet, but it does the job.”

Dean was relieved. He was desperate for some caffeine. “Please. Black, no sugar.”

“You betcha.”

As Donna prepared the beverage, Dean took in more of his surroundings. The staff were a mixture of uniformed and plain clothes officers, male and female, young and old. Some were busy on their desktops, others were leaning back in their seats, cellphones to their ears. Food was being consumed at work stations, papers were being shuffled, names were being yelled.

It was so different to what Dean was used to, but he liked it. It distracted the tumultuous thoughts that haunted him, even in his waking hours.

Donna, returning to her desk, brought him out of his reverie. He took the plastic cup gratefully and gingerly sipped the tepid liquid. She was right. It was far from gourmet, muddy tasting and luke warm, but it provided the caffeine hit he really needed right now.

“Nasty right?” Donna chuckled, obviously noticing Dean’s disdainful expression.

“It’s fine,” he smirked, placing the cup down.

“So, Jon,” Donna said, turning her body towards him, “What brings you here?”

Chapter Two

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marvelingjules · 1 year

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As typical when I only have one weekend day off, it ended up very busy.

My phone’s battery was needing recharging way too often - 2-3 times throughout the day - and with my upcoming out of state trip I decided I’d feel more comfortable with a new phone that had a good battery. Mine was a good 6 gens back so it had an upgrade due anyway. Guy misunderstood the size I wanted and I didn’t catch it until after the transaction had been done but oh well. Ordered a good phone case for it that should be at the house for me tomorrow.

Did some laundry, got groceries again - enough for work lunches this week and next once I’m back, and for dinners this week and a little next. Plus some stuff I just hadn’t got yet - like a swiffer mop - during which I found some potential new dinner box mixes. Had one tonight - still too big for just me but I’ll take leftovers for lunch. It was good though I’d add more noodles and my own, better bacon. (I made it with turkey, since that’s what I had, instead of chicken too.)

Later this week I will need to restock Bailey on wet food, and I’m looking for a replacement ribbon toy, since he’s been loving his from the holidays to death.

The store was so much more crowded than I expected, and money is such a stressor for me (always has been, more so now with the apartment), that by the time I got to the self check I was legit shaking. I didn’t feel panicky in the way a lot of people describe panic attacks; I never do really? I go one of two ways - I cry hard for a good 20 mins and go numb, or I like… zone? Idk how to describe it, but I am almost hyper aware of all the noise-people-too-much of my surroundings and can’t think much past “don’t like this too much uncomfortable don’t like this”. Which writing down, yeah, okay, sounds like panicking but it doesn’t feel panic-like. Just overwhelmed.

Anyway, once I realized I was legit shaking I checked into myself and realized I was breathing a little fast and shallow - probably not noticeable to anyone else but I’m very aware of my breathing; asthmatic after all - and clenching my jaw hard and how tight my muscles were. So. I handled it, took some of my in the moment meds (because there was another store and back to my folks’ house after that too), and just took slow measured breaths.

And then when I was supposed to go back to my folks’ house tonight to pick up the air/dry laundry, I let them know I would be by tomorrow instead, because I just was done for the day. Yay for me letting myself have limits, instead of pushing past them bc I’m worried about inconveniencing others!

Still. There goes my day off. I work the next four, have Friday to trip-final-prep and then we’re heading out Saturday morning! Super excited!

#Jules rambles #anxiety sucks

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flowergrownbeyondthestone · 3 months

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So far most of the things I’ve written here were leaning towards being majorly positive and somewhat optimistic, but I think I’m going to ruin this trend today. Despite trying my best to preserve my energy and recharge yesterday, I woke up feeling absolutely exhausted today. Even before I got to work it felt like I had 0 energy available and yet I still had to get through the day somehow. That on its own is not great, but worse days happen. That aside, lately I’ve been wondering why after a long streak of feeling quite good while working 3 days suddenly my energy level seems to be worse again and even getting through these 3 days can be challenging. Today I realized that this is the time around which I started to actually go out and socialize more. Wow. Great. So apparently if I spend 4 days of my weekend primarily isolating myself I can function at work, but if I decide to do more then well… the good time ends there. Or well, I still have a good time while being around others and doing stuff, but I’m absolutely suffering at work. I basically cried like two times today already and I’m temporarily feeling like I’m less of a person. Working part time and still unable to have fun without paying for it later. Still having to plan everything around my energy levels, with no clear idea of what should happen in the future. I didn’t choose any of this, but right now it’s hard for me not to feel like I’m failing at life. I know it’s not really my fault and the circumstances in my life have been less than optimal for a long while, but… I so fucking badly wish I could just function on a normal level without a ton of consideration and pushing myself beyond my limits. There’s so much frustration coming up because I feel like I’ve had to deal with things on my own basically my whole life. Of course I had different people supporting me, but it should never be their burden to carry, unfortunately at some points it was. My family has never really shown up for me, not in an emotional and present way at least. It still fills me with so much sadness and anger, in a way I feel simply abandoned because even though I am an adult and technically don’t need them, don’t we all want to have someone that’s going to be there no matter what happens? Normally family is. But not mine. I have to carry my burden, their burden and at the same time somehow not feel like I’m falling apart. I can absolutely see a good life for myself, but not when I constantly need to worry about earning a living and somehow not becoming an isolated cave hermit. I just want a break. I didn’t even get to enjoy my childhood and now I feel like I’m drowning in adult responsibilities while only just learning who I am and what I need. I wish I had a place to go where I could just exist for a while without everything hanging above my head. It just really doesn’t feel like it’s an option though, I’m alone in the country, I have no alternative source of income, I have virtually no support in that way and my biggest problems are strictly connected to the practical life shit (aka money, energy and time). I need some changes but how the fuck do I figure out what my life should look like when I can’t even find a way to get advice from anyone and I sure as hell can’t always do everything alone. Especially not when it comes to such major decisions and not having anything to fall back on. I don’t know. I just want to be able to allow myself to be weak and tired when I need to. Meanwhile one day after getting out of psych ward and the worst mental breakdown of my life I was already back at work and pushing further, cause what the hell am I supposed to do? I hate that reality. I didn’t ask for any of this mess and now it’s all mine to deal with

(Update, an hour and a bunch of chips and tears later): I feel much better now, cheers

Not that the issues are solved buuut. I’LL LIVE

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ihateeverything101 · 11 months

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he puts everything on me!! i make him feel shitty because we didn't do sexual things together. i like doing sexual things too!!!! but there are real life things that need to happen and when i thought about my 3 day weekend i never thought it would go like this. it's a joke. it literally feels like a joke 😂😂😂😂 i was managing my emotions so well even though i was exhausted this week because i didn't have my weekend. i was like yay!!! 3 days i will definitely have enough time to recharge, do things, and have fun!! i was so excited. why lmao. why. why did i have such high hopes. we had plans to go to the outlets and grocery shop together. i was so excited for those things. we never do anything together outside of the house, it's always me by myself. he said he wanted to go with me so i was excited! i had plans to do things on my own because i am tired of not being happy with my weekends. but this is what happens when i try to take it by the horns and be commuted to what i want to do and get done. i told him every step of the way, i want one day relax, one day where we can go out and do things, one day where i can do the things i need to around the house. i was talking with him every step of the way but still he manages to change my plans and his plans last minute. yesterday was supposed to be our going out day. i tell him how much it means to me even for him to come on grocery trips with me. we have a rough morning because he confuses me and i don't handle it well. again i feel like it's on me, im the younger one trying my best but it doesn't matter to him. it was already late in the day and we had a lot to do. i told him i was going to go shower and i figured he was going to jerk off so i asked him, are you going to get off? and he said yeah and i went and showered and tried to put myself in a good mood to continue this day on the right foot. i came out of the shower and back into the basement, his area, and i was smiling and happy and asking him if my outfit was ok and he was talking to me flatly. i don't know what else i did but i had other things i was doing in the same space. oh my gosh i didn't remember until now. i was interacting with him and talking about the outlets and groceries and only once i was pretty much ready he was like i don't feel like going. i tried to motivste him and tell him how much i wanted him to come but i never know what the right answer is for him. he was upset that i was making everything about me. i shouldn't but also. it's my weekend. he doesn't have a job. he gets to sleep in and eat and smoke how he wants. i don't get that. so yes i want to be demanding on the days i do have control over. and even like i said earlier, when i let him decide what we're doing i always end up unhappy with the weekend! i don't accomplish my chores or the relaxing i want. so it's pointless!!! it's my weekend. i want to enjoy it. i was telling him i was leaving for the store because he didn't want to come with me, i didn't want to go. i was so upset because he told me he would come with me, but he always backs out so why am i suprised. then he told me he didn't like how i asked him if he was going to get off earlier. are you kidding me. i am doing so much for him, the house, and trying to do things for myself. but that pissed him off. he said that was the reason he didn't want to go out with me is because i didn't do sexual service with him to get him off. i word it the way i do because it's not sex. it's not s fun blowjob. it's all about him. it hurts me. it's long and tiring. my knee hurts and i told him that even if he asked me to play i probably would've said no because my knee hurts. him having all the control can be fun sometimes but it goes back to the main point of this weekend, i wanted to enjoy it. i was determined to get the things i needed to done. which is a joke because they didn't get done and they aren't going to get done. today was supposed to be my relaxing day and he woke me up to argue and fight and punish me.

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asparrowonthewind-blog · 1 year

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The hardest part of life is living...

So here I am on day one of trying to "get it together" for what it feels if the billionth time. Is there ever a first step that doesn't feel like a cement shoe?! Good lord... How am I supposed to "live, laugh, love" my way into being "that gurl" while working a full time job, being a full time mom, and a full time passenger princess... errr, i mean partner. In the word of the throw away midwestern character on family guy "there is no waaaay..." It's days like this where I feel that one of those Dr Octopus rigs would be a god send. The hardest lesson I've had to learn is "if you want it, then go get it." I can guarantee you that there are at least 3 hours in each day where I do absolutely nothing and to be honest I love those 3 hours but they are definitely not fulfilling. While it's easy to write them off as "self care" or "recharging," it may be better for me to call them what they are, "lazy time." That needs to be the first thing that changes. I need to encourage an actual productive schedule that provides for the many facets of who I want to be. I feel like this is why I need a goal driven plan of attack to maximize my days as I work to building the life that I deserve. It's not about an incentive, it has to be working for the things I want that can not be purchased. I have absolutely no control will always buy myself the gift before the work. I think I need to sit with myself this weekend and work through how this plan is supposed to work...

#tryingtochangemylife #960dayproject #ooof #mood #buildinganewlife #selfreflection

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imtryingmymd · 2 years

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I’ve been living in a roller coaster these days. To pursue my dreams I’ve had to let go from thing that don’t longer serve me. It has been a lovely experience and the growth, knowledge and development but here are a few things that I wish I knew but kinda crashed me like a truck:

1. Opportunities will show up only when you’re ready to recognize them and, when you do, don’t even think it twice.

2. Be comfortable being uncomfortable, especially at the very beginning of … anything. It’s your time to learn and to make mistakes, you’re not supposed to be perfect.

3. The smallest details are THE details, but again you’ll improve on the go.

4. Eat homemade stuff. You’ll save some money and your belly will appreciate it. Bring antiacids, belly protectors, painkillers and for my lactose intolerant queens and kings, get yourself a few pills for that.

5. It’s okay if you can’t do it all at once. Learn to prioritize. I mean, ofc there are a lot of things that might have to be done the same day but… you know… and I know… we all know.

6. Sleep is literally the MOST important thing for your mental health. And there will be days that you won’t sleep as good, like neither weekends of peace. But when you can, DO IT. Even a 2 hour clean nap can recharge you, but ideally 7-8 hours of sleep. Prioritize this.

7. Do not expect others to do things just because. For better or worse your job… do it you or your team.

8. Workout, read a romantic or mysterious or self help book, watch a show completely different from what you do, go to the park on weekends, clean your space, take a two hour shower, join a dance group or an art group anything that makes YOU happy. Enjoy life; with friends or fam or by yourself. There’s life outside whatever is taking your time.

9. Be grateful. Yes, there could be people having a “better life” than you but this IS your journey,not theirs. And think how many people are silently looking at you because you inspire them to continue. Every single of us is different with different circumstances.

10. Re-evaluate and see if it’s time to go. The hardest part of life is to make a decision out of your comfort zone. And, it might feel so wrong at first that you totally regret leaving. See people’s body language when you tell them you’re leaving, your gut will never betray you. Sometimes you’re so willing to stay just bc “this is what I do” or “what kind of person would quit the job they studied for”. But, if you’re willing to do that, to absolutely get out of your comfort zone to join this job and you’re even wiser to leave when it doesn’t longer serve you, doors will open for you.

Be humble to be grateful and appreciative the chance life, the universe, god, reiki whatever, has given to you. If it was give to you it’s because you were ready to grow and to become better. Hate it or love it you have to look behind and cheer yourself up for the strong, wise person you’ve turned into. Be proud of yourself for trying to get something better, because no one knows you better than you do, and challenges are for strong people, not in muscle only but in mind.

#quoteoftheday #choose to see the good in everything #good things take time #hustle and grind #hope you enjoy #be humble #high standards #breathe #aesthetic #studyspo #good days #motivational quotes #a young doctor's notebook #progress is progress #positive mental attitude

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rosesloveletters · 2 years

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Hi darling <3 hope you're well 🤍 starting off with: love the new layout so much! It's very you <333

this week has been so busy for me and mentally so exhausting, I truly feel like I've been run over by a train 🤸🏻🕳️

It's about 12:30 am here now and I can't believe I'm still awake (I might have to pick up the folks + little brother from a party, just the parents of a family we're close with celebrating their 50th birthday together) but still decided to put on Cowboy's source and how am I supposed to be able to cut this short? 🥺 He's so special to me <3 If I could I'd spend the rest of my days riding around with him with no specific plan, no destination, just us <3 I never have and don't think I ever will connect with an f/o the way I've connected with him, he's so gentle, loving and understanding <3 I've said it before but I'll say it again: I don't really believe in soulmates but I do believe that Frank and I've had a bit of the same stardust put into our souls ✨

Hope the rest of your week and next week will be kind on your soul 🤍✨🌼☁️ sending all my love 💌 remember that you're loved and cherished and your f/os love you so much <3

Hi, Magda! I'm doing alright, I suppose. How are you? How are things? Thank you very much🥺❤️ Had to incorporate Lion as much as possible; the pictures at the top of my pinned post are photos from my Pinterest board for him~

I'm so sorry to hear that, darling. You deserve to get plenty of rest and I hope that things within your life will calm down so that you can relax a bit this weekend and be fully rested and recharged for the upcoming week!

Oh wow, you were up quite late! I hope that your family had fun at the party they were attending. It sounds like a lovely little gathering and I hope everyone had a nice time getting to visit with each other and celebrate among friends❤️ It's very sweet to know that you got to have a little alone time with your Cowboy🥺 I'm sure he loves spending time with you whenever you're able to do so and even if you have to cut things short, he's never upset because he knows you'll come back as soon as you can; you're never too far away from each other. I bet he loves to spend all this time with you too and is honored he's come into your life the way he has. It sounds like you two connected in such a special way. It's lovely whenever certain f/os connect with us in ways no other could replicate. I've always loved having various f/os because none are ever the same and they each fulfill a certain need or part of us that no other could. You and Frank must have really been meant for each other because it seems to me that the two of you bond in similar ways and enjoy lots of the same things. I sincerely wish the two of you the best and that you get to spend as many pleasant days riding with him as you deserve❤️ Take your time with each other and stay as close as you can. Souls are beautiful as yours deserve happiness, peace and a love as strong as what the both of you share.

Thank you, darling. I'm hoping for a better week, a better month, a pleasant end to this unkind year❤️ You're so very sweet, darling, thank you. Your f/os love you just as much and so do I. Take care of you❤️

#✨magical magda✨#💌 mutuals #💌

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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I’m Forty :p

OOOF, where has the time gone. Today, Aug. 27, 2021 is my 40th birthday, and it’s a shit day. I did not want to spend my 40th working from 7 am to 10 pm, nor did I want to feel like the most useless person on the face of the earth. Ugh. I dunno. Will probably still sneak out for a frap and a cake-pop this aft.

Anyway, my asks are on for today only because I’m feeling sad and alone and stressed and just annoyed because my summer hols were supposed to start today but because of my contract I just.... can’t. I’m so burnt-out it’s ridiculous.

Only good thing about this whole bloody situation is that I am allowed to take my very expensive AirBnB long weekend next weekend out of the city, hoping that will recharge me until the end of my contract.

I have a Ko-Fi here, if you want to contribute to my cheesecake fund <3

Seriously though, all I would like is maybe a reblog of one of my art pieces @stephdrawsjohnlock, or a happy birthday wish in my ask box or submissions page.

Asks will be turned off just before I go to bed tonight, so probably 10:30PM EST, so if you happen to want to sneak an unrelated ask through, that’s the deadline.

Sorry all. Bright side, I now have a confirmation date to the end of my contract, so asks will probably go back on on October 1st. I miss you guys all so much... I never realized how much... validation?.... I feel when I get new asks daily. Makes me feel like someone important, hah.

Anyway. Love y’all.

~Steph <3

#my birthday #40 years #august 27

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creatureofmystry · 3 years

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MLB x DC Universe Headcannons

I just love the idea of MLB and DC (expecially Batfam cuz Mari is such a Wayne) being in the same universe and crossing over. So one night, I just had an idea overload of different ways the Marinette would know the batfam/be a part of the DC universe. And if any of my shitty ideas somehow inspire or prompt you, then please be my guest. 😊 _

1) “Ladybugs of Past and Present”

Hippolyta, Wonder Woman’s mother, was once a previous holder of the ladybug miraculous. When Fu activated the miraculous and put them in circulation, Hippolyta could feel its magic waking back up. Knowing there must a reason for it to be out, she sent a message to her daughter. Diana searched, finding Marinette and Adrien as the present holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. She vouched and brought them into the Young Justice program while they also made their own team, Project: Zodiac (or something like that).

[Sometime when Diana takes Marinette to meet Hippolyta]

“Great Hera, Tikki, you have not aged a day” -Hippolyta, cause she does know how to make joke.

“And I would say the same to you” -Tikki

“Mother, you can make a laugh?” -Wonder Woman, honestly a bit confused cause her mom have never not been serious before.

And Marinette is just speechless cause she’s starstruck meeting Wonder Woman’s mom AND a previous Ladybug holder.

2) “Rockstar Niece”

Jagged Stone is Marinette’s Sweet Uncle J. During the summers, Jagged Stone would take Mari with him on tour. HIs summer tours are throughout America, so Mari gets to sightsee the country. Jagged’s first tour that he gets to take Mari on (5-ish), he’s also booked for the annual (for whatever reason) Wayne Summer Gala. When Marinette meets the Waynes, they are so enamoured (Dick and Tim couldn’t help it) that they tell Jagged he’s always invited as a guest, Mari of course being added to the permanent guest list too. About 6 years later, Mari is practically adopted, spending the first half of her summers with Jagged, going to the Wayne Gala, then spending the rest of her summer with the Waynes. Overtime, she figured out the secrets of the family and was there to welcome Jason back from the dead (when that happens). Anyways, now 11(-ish?) Mari meets Damian and the two become good friends… after an… impressionable first meeting.

“Tch, let me guess, you’re another one of father’s adopted strays” -Dami

“YOU MUST BE DAMIAN!!! DICK TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!!” -Marinette, who just ignores what he said for a hug.

“hiiiiiiiiissssssss” -Dami, touchy with touch

“...” sprays water in his face since he decided to act like a cat.

“I say, Master Bruce, the children are getting along quite well” -Alfred

3) “Pen Pals”

Jon Kent and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are part of an international pen-pal program, starting when they were very young (maybe like 4 or 5-ish, super super young) where they told each other everything (Jon can’t just say that his older bro is a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, or that his dad is Superman, or that his best friend is Robin, but yea. Lois and Clark probably proofread his stuff until he’s like 9) with pictures and everything. When they’re old enough to get phones & stuff, they call, text and vid-chat along with their letters (love without blood). When Mari is maybe 9-11 (somewhere around there) she starts flying over during the summers to hangout with Jon (and his friends and big brother). While there, she meets Kon, Bat fam, and Clark (some who she already knew, some who she didn’t) & lightly hints that she knows who all they are once she figures it out (it didn’t take her long to do so).

Now whenever she visits and is at Wayne Manor (Jon likes to have sleepovers practically every weekend) while they’re on patrol, Mari subtly messes with their minds (super subtle, they’re the world’s best detectives after all) until they finally look through the cams and see Mari giving them one of those smiles (those shit-grinning cause it’s just so hilarious how it’s gone on for so long) & and a playful wink.

[5 seconds later]

“Mari!” “Pixie-pop!” “Angel!” “Teacup!”

“Seriously, am I the only one with a normal nickname for her?” -Tim

“Ms. Marinette would like to inform you that ‘it took you long enough’” -Alfred (who so knows that the girl has been playing them since the third night she stayed at the Wayne’s)

“Where are my adoption papers?” -Bruce (who is seriously adopting any talented black-haired child)

4) “Mari and Mar’i”

When Mar’i is young, Dick and Kori take her with them to see Paris (btw, this would be during the winter). They’re strolling along through a park and lose track of Mar’i who finds Marinette (9-10 ish). Marinette comforts and distracts Mar’i while noticing the young(er) girl is Tameranian (her hair is very warm and she’s wearing significantly less layers than should be worn for a human of that age during the winter, plus that sun-kissed skin tone. She’s seen Kori in her fashion magazines (and, from time to time, on the news as an ambassador) so she easily make the connections). Dick and Kori finally spot Mar’i with Mari who introduces herself to them. Mar’i asks if she can see her “Auntinette” again and Marinette just goes “if your parents are okay with it.” Dick and Kori are totally cool with it (not many are willing to watch her and have the time to do it) so they ask Marinette if she can babysit Mar’i whenever (with good pay of course) if she’s up to it (cause she’s still pretty young). Marinette can’t say no to Mar’i’s babydoll eyes (and she’s so much easier compared to Manon, who’s only 2 rn), so of course, she says yes.

Now Marinette is Mar’is official babysitter and sees Mar’i often whenever her parents drop her off (using zeta tubes to quickly get to Paris and back). Marinette gets treated like an honorary Wayne (cause she’s the most responsible) and gets invited to their family stuff (w/ travel pay taken care of, of course). It doesn’t take her long to realize the fact that she babysits Bruce Wayne’s & BATMAN’S granddaughter, but of course, being the responsible one she is, keeps the secret… while also playing with them via Mar’i.

[One Day]

After Marinette leaves for her plane…

“Uncle Dami!”

“Yes, Spawn?”

“Auntinette said to tell you after she left that Robin’s sut needs a major upgrade & that you look like a traffic light… whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

[Another Day]

“Uncle Jay!”

“What’s up kid?’

“Auntinette said that to let you know that Red Hood doesn’t make any sense ‘cause Red Hood wears a helmet. Not a hood.”

[The next time]

“Uncle Tim!”

Yawn. “yea?”

“Auntie told me to give you this” (pulls out super caffeinated coffee) “and that Red Robin’s cowl is a menace to all things fashion”

[Again…]

“Daddy!”

“Yes, Starshine?”

“Auntienette said she’s proud of Nightwing’s costume ‘cause it’s one of the only in the batfam that isn’t an astro-city to the fashion society.”

5) “Marinette, the one who’s always getting chosen”

Before Mari became (becomes(?)) LB, she comes across a different powerful piece of jewelry, from a different order of guardians where her will of mind is not only her shield from being akumatized, but it is also what drives her powers. That’s right, Mari walks past a flea market and activates a GL ring. The guardians pick up on this activity and send Hal (it is his sector) to check it out. Hal finds the ring with Mari but it still needs the light of a GL to charge and fully work.

[During the explanation]

“Look, kid-”

“Marinette.”

“Look, kid, I just need to know why you have that ring.”

“You think I know? I was just walking through the market and all of a sudden, this possessed ring, if that’s even what this is, started following me, then zipped in front of my face til i held my hand up so it can put itself on my finger.”

“Kid-”

“It’s MARINETTE. Get it wrong one more time and you’ll see why I don’t need a possessed piece of alien jewelry.” -Marinette, making sure you get her name right. “Besides, if I stole it, I would remember. I’m a klepto” -Marinette, probably holding his ring too at this point.

Hal obviously doesn’t want the wrath of the Dupain-Chengs (just the kid Marinette scares him enough), so he tells the guardians that JL will take care of most of Mari’s training (once they get her a lamp for her ring, of course) & has her take part in training at Mt. Justice with the Young Justice team and special training with the Bats. Mari does all this under the guise of an international student exchange program for Mari to stay with the Waynes (not yet knowing that it’s the bat fam) and attends G.A. Mari doesn’t do much, but it takes her 24-36 hours to know who EVERYONE is.

[the next week after settling in]

“Hey, Mars,” -Dick, in his Nightwing gear

“Hey, Di-is the GREATEST SHOW!” -Mari, changing the subject(… not really)

“How long did it take you?”

“Not as long as the Kryptonians…” -Mari, going off into a tangent (still trying to change the subject”

[When Marinette meets Tikki]

Back in Paris:

“Sooo… I’m getting powerful jewelry that gives me powers and a suit, needs to be recharged, and comes from some Order of the Guardians? What’s the difference between you and my ring?” -Marinette, who at this point is very confused as to why she keeps getting picked on for this kind of stuff.

“One’s alien, one’s magic” -Tikki, hoping Mari will end it there & lowkey hates that the GL Corp. got to her first.

“They’re both non-human made energy sources” -Mari, cause once you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all before.

“You can’t heal the Akuma without the miraculous, and there are more than just rings. Yours are earrings, there are hair clips, bracelets, necklaces and more” -Tikki, after having a minute to think

“Fine, only because you said they’re the only way to heal the, what was it again, akuma?”

6) “Their Unofficial Official Barista”

Part of Tim’s job as Co-CEO, is to make sure all the branches are running smoothly, sometimes that means he has to fly abroad to manually check in. Tim goes to Paris to check on the W.E. Paris branch. He goes to a nearby Patisserie (Tom and Sabine’s) to see a young Marinette (somewhere from 8-11) drawing in her sketchbook at the counter. She explains that her parents are at a catering event, but she’s there to man the little bakery. Tim asks for a super caffeinated coffee and Marinette makes it with ease, claiming it was on the house with how bad he looks (and how much sleep the man clearly needs). Tim begs for her knowledge and asks if she can teach his butler. Mari’s willing to show him the next time he comes, so he gets the whole fam to go (viz tubes so they don’t waste time) maybe a week later. Everyone gets their own drink (plus a free pastries) and Marinette teaches Alfred her coffee, but it’s just not the same so Tim, using the tubes, goes to get coffee from the girl whenever he can.

Mari is horrible at getting up on time (the life of an insomniac, never getting to sleep even if you want and then barely waking up on time) that she is up super early, makes Tim his coffee (plus a croissant) and tries to go back to sleep (making her inevitably late). Tim would walk up to the pick-up counter where his cup and to-go bag is while Marinette runs out of the house to get to school. Eventually, the rest of the Batfam (as well as the Laegue, TT, and YJ) frequent the place, slowly becoming (Dami too) Mari hides it, but she knew all the batfam the first day they came and she showed Alfred how to make the coffee. When the others start making more regular appearances, she learns the identities of YJ team, WW, GLs, and others. Obviously when LB and CN appear as heroes with HM as their villain, they immediately reach out to help. Because 1. Batfam clearly notices that it’s Mari and they sure as heck won’t let her deal with that by herself, and 2. The JL is worrying too much about their favorite barista (even though she’s not really one), especially with the Gigantitan scare. So, of course LB & CN (can’t make him bad everytime) get inducted into YJ.

[After Ladybug finishes defeating Gigantitan and detransforms]

“Bean! Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” -Tim, being an even more protective older brother than Dick, which shouldn’t be possible

“Yes, I promise. I’m fine” -Marinette, who just accepts the fact that she’s adopted an older brother (and his famliy)

“Tube over, we’ll have Alfred make sure” -Dick, already pulling out the medical supplies for Alfred.

“I-”

“You shouldn’t worry your brothers like that, Marinette. Now come over so Alfred can clear you,” -Bruce, who just happens to overhear the conversation

“I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, they are very adamant that you’re in pitch perfect health before going out again,” -Alfred, who’s not actually sorry

“Fine” -Marinette, accepting her fate of her adopted, protective family.

7) “Thicker Than the Blood We’ve Shed”

Why is Marinette so freakishly strong? Because she was trained to be. Before she could even talk, Mari was taught to be an assassin. She and Damian were frenemies, both competing for top spot as best in the League (of Assassins). They often spared together and became rivals who pushed each other (which sounds great in that context if you forget about the fact that they’re killing people and turning it into a competition). When Damian’s care is turned over to Batsy, Mari also comes along for the ride. She implements herself into Dami’s classes at G.A. & watches him from afar. (Damian, not being an idiot, of course knows all this and knows that it’s probably for Mari to give a report to Talia.) When he becomes Robin, Mari obviously knows, but waits to see if anything drastic would happen (his care was given to the Batfam, they had already expected this to happen.) She then heard word of the bounty Talia put on Damian’s head. Marinette knew there wouldn’t be much she could do to help, but she ave Dami a warning about the upcoming situation before fleeing the country.

From there she got to France, changed her name (it wasn’t originally Marinette, it was Shénqí, chinese for miraculous/magical (or something else if you want)), was adopted by Tom & Sabine, and left her time in the League in the past. When she received Tikki, she didn’t want to be a hero because she didn’t think she deserved it after her up-bringing. Eventually, she did become LB (being a trained assassin does help with lucky charms, considering she was taught how to kill with basically every and anything), and life was good for her. Then Rossi came.

[Gotham field trip]

While at Wayne Tower…

“How idiotic are they?” -Damian, who after reuniting with his long-lost sister-from-a-different-mister (yes, Marinette was able to convince him to say it once), can’t understand the stupidity she has to deal with.

“Are you Robin?” -Mari, who is too tired, so just goes straight into the analogy

“Yes.” -Obvious and simply is.

“Exactly” -Mari, who can’t even put a limit to the amount of thought the one brain cell the class shares doesn’t use. I mean please, the so-called “reporter” believed that the first cosplayer she saw was the actual LB when they don’t even have the same hair! And let’s not forget the origins arc, where LB’s first citizen save was Chloe.

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childotkw · 2 years

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What do you do in real life? And how do you fit in writing ao3 fic in your schedules? Just curios, really. Also I want to appreciate you more as a constant reader of your work on ao3 🥰

I'm a communication advisor in an insurance company 😊

I handle a lot of project work, internal and external comms pieces, branding, web management, media, events, etc.

I'm kind of a jack-of-all-trades in my team. I don't specialise in anything like some of my colleagues do. I tend to act as more a support resource, coming in and taking some work items off others' plates. I get good exposure to a whole range of different types of work as a result.

I work five days a week, sometimes in the office, sometimes at home. I typically work 7:00am - 3:30/4:00pm depending on the day, and if I'm in the office I have about an hour travel each way from home.

It's by no means what I'd classify as a 'demanding' job, but it can be very mentally and emotionally draining - particularly when a lot of things are going on at once (which feels like always these past few months).

Recently things have picked up, so my energy levels have been completely shot; which is why, unfortunately, writing has taken a bit of a backseat. I only get a few hours an afternoon to do things for me before I have to go to bed, and if I'm tired I don't feel like writing.

My weekends are when I try and do more writing - but they're also supposed to be 'recharge' days for me, and if I get frustrated or push myself too hard with certain chapters all it does is put me in a bad space for the coming week.

I'm taking steps to better measure my energy at work, and learning to take more breaks. I'm lucky in that my workplace is very invested in keeping its employees motivated and engaged, and understands the importance of mental health days.

Thanks for asking, and for your kind words! It's good to see your name in my inbox again! 💕💕

#yaoiloverkyaa #personal #writing

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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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Grief

Word count: 3,086

Bean has been acting a little strange. Then, she suddenly disappears without telling the brothers why. They’re worried, and hellbent on finding out what’s going on.

**TW for mentions of death of a loved one**

“Lord Diavolo, can I talk to you?”

Satan is the one who overhears Bean asking the Devildom Prince this question in the middle of the RAD hallway. Despite the noise of the students currently making their way through the halls—heading home for the day—he can still hear the timid tone of her voice. And when Satan turns, he can the strained smile on her face, and the look of surprise and confusion on Diavolo’s.

“Of course.”

The two step into a nearby classroom, disappearing from sight, and Satan is left wondering what exactly Bean needs to talk to him about. The look on her face has him worried, but…he decides not to ask. It’s not his place. Bean will surely tell him if she feels the need.

Asmodeus is the one who finds her roaming the halls of the House of Lamentation, seeming a little lost.

“Are you alright, sweetie?”

She blinks out of her thoughts at the sound of his voice, immediately smiling and nodding her head. But her smile is flat, and it doesn’t reach her eyes. Asmo frowns.

“Are you sure?” he extends his arms, pulling her into a gentle hug. His cheek rests against her shoulder, and he gives her a squeeze. Something is off, but he doesn’t want to push it.

“Yeah, Asmo,” she lifts her arms to hug him back, lingering for a few seconds, like she doesn’t want to let him go. “I’m fine.”

However, the brothers aren’t fools, and they know that’s a lie. Even if Bean tries to act like nothing is out of the ordinary, they’ve known her long enough to see the difference between a genuine smile and a forced one. They can sense when her attitude is dim—when she’s more distant than normal.

Mammon notices when her teasing comments are nowhere to be found. Beel notices when she turns down her favorite snacks—even the sweet ones, which she always goes for.

“I’m worried about Bean,” Beel speaks, frowning at the ceiling as he thinks of the human he holds so dearly. On the other end of the room, Belphie hums in agreement.

“Yeah, I snuck into her room last night to cuddle, and she didn’t even say anything. Just...laid there.”

Usually she throws him some sort of smartass remark—teasing him about needing affection—but yesterday she hadn’t said anything. It’s...off putting.

“Do you think she’s okay?”

Belphie hasn’t seen Beel this worried in a long time, and he doesn’t know what to say. Because honestly, he’s not sure that she is. They’ve all seen Bean on her bad days—when she wants to be left alone, and just have time to herself to think things over and recharge, but...this is different.

“I...don’t know.”

And when Monday rolls around, and Bean texts the group chat to say she’ll be staying home from school, they really start to get worried. Levi even makes a point to stop by her room before he leaves—knocking on her door, and asking if she needs anything—but she says that she’s okay, and that they don’t need to worry.

How are they supposed to not worry though?

As much as they can, they try to understand—try to give her space, and trust that she’s fine, like she says she is.

However, when Lucifer looks out into the RAD courtyard in the middle of the day, and spots Diavolo and Bean conversing with one another, he immediately becomes suspicious. And when Diavolo waves his hand, and a portal to the human world opens—transporting Bean away—Lucifer loses his patience.

Not only is Bean hiding something from them, but she’s going behind their back as well? Why exactly is she going to the human world, and why is Diavolo helping her, when even they don’t know what’s wrong?

Least to say, Lucifer is already ready and waiting at the entrance of the building when Diavolo returns.

“Lucifer!” Diavolo greets, surprised, yet happy to see his close friend. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Where did you send June?” he cuts right to the chase, eyes narrowed, and voice cold. Diavolo’s smile wavers. “She’s been acting strange all weekend. Apparently, Satan overheard her asking to talk to you on Friday. What’s going on?”

Lucifer’s barrage of questions has The Prince sighing.

“If Bean wanted you all to know, she would have told you. Lucifer—,” Diavolo reaches a hand forward, giving the Avatar of Pride’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “She’ll be okay. I give you my word. Trust her.”

“You say that like you know what’s going on,” Lucifer responds, eyeing Diavolo suspiciously. But why would Bean trust Diavolo more than him? More than his brothers?

The Prince moves to retract his hand, but Lucifer catches him—fixes him with a hard stare, his power beginning to brew as his frustration heightens.

“If you know where she is, and what’s wrong, I want you to tell me, Diavolo.”

Finally, the last remnants of Diavolo’s smile fade away.

“I gave her my word, and I don’t intend to go back on it.” He tugs his arm from Lucifer’s grasp, brows furrowing as he regards the Avatar of Pride. Diavolo meets his glare head on, not intending to falter, yet...he still can’t help but feel a little bad.

“Trust her, Lucifer.”

With that, Diavolo excuses himself—brushing past Lucifer and heading into the building. The Avatar of Pride remains where he is, gloved hands clenched at his side as he stares out into the courtyard, at the spot where Bean had disappeared.

After a minute, he reaches for his DDD.

Lucifer: Meet me in Music Room 3

Satan: ? It’s the middle of class, what’s going on?

Lucifer: I just witnessed Diavolo open a portal to the human world for June.

Asmo: What??? Where?

Levi: At RAD??

Mammon: Wait a damn minute, didn’t Bean say she was feeling sick today?? Why the hell is she going off to visit the human world?

Belphie: Something about this isn’t adding up.

Beel: Lucifer isn’t responding anymore...let’s go meet him.

“I don’t get it—the hell is going on?” Mammon is already pacing around the music room as the remainder of his brothers arrive—their faces all expressing varying degrees of concern.

“She was acting a little off all weekend,” Beel remarks, frowning. Asmodeus nods, hugging his arms in front of him.

“I think we all realized that, but we never expected her to just...leave without telling us.”

Lucifer sighs, brimming with annoyance as he pinches his nose. “I confronted Diavolo about it, but he refused to tell me why she left. It seemed like he knew something about her actions, though.”

“Well, why don’t we just go and talk to Diavolo again?” Belphie questions, anger in his tone. It’s obvious that something is wrong with Bean, and if Diavolo refuses to tell them what it is, then they’ll just have to pry it out of him. “If all 7 of us go, then—”

“There’s no need for you to do that.”

The door to the room creeks open, and Simeon steps inside. The demon brothers pause, attention turning to the angel as he sighs, and fixes them with a bittersweet smile.

“I apologize for following you here. I saw Mammon and Levi leave the classroom, and had a feeling the reason for the urgency was related to Bean.”

The demons stare at him in surprise. Satan is the first to speak up.

“...you know why Bean’s been acting strange the last few days, don’t you?”

“I do,” Simeon admits with a nod, his attitude somber. “And I promised her I wouldn’t tell you all about the reason why, but...I think if I don’t tell you, then things will start to get out of hand.”

“Then tell us already,” Belphie demands, his attitude calming a bit when Beel places a hand on his shoulder. Simeon sighs again.

“You really won’t just trust her, will you?”

“Simeon,” Lucifer presses, fixing him with a stare, and the angel knows that he won’t be able to leave it be at this point. As much as he wishes he could keep his promise to Bean, he also can’t let the seven brothers work themselves into a frenzy over her. Not over something like this…

“Today is the anniversary of her father’s death.”

...shit.

The previously heated atmosphere of the room turns sorrowful, seven hearts aching all at once.

“She didn’t want to mention it to you, because she knows that you all have similar grief,” Simeon explains, eyes sympathetic as he regards the brothers. “She...didn’t want to make you relieve any traumatic memories by bringing up her own, so she tried to go about visiting her father without any of you knowing, but it’s clear that you know her too well at this point.” He laughs quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Even the smallest changes in her attitude, you were aware of…”

“She…,” Asmodeus hugs himself tighter, eyes downcast. “She didn’t have to hide her pain for us…”

“And she knows that,” Simeon responds. “But, this is how she wanted to go about it.”

The room is silent for a few seconds, then—

“So what?” It’s Mammon who speaks up this time, the slightest warble to his voice. Anger and sadness coat his tone. “You’re tellin’ me she’s up there, sufferin’ all by herself, because she doesn’t wanna hurt us?”

Unsure what to say, Simeon can only nod. Beel holds a hand to his chest, frowning with worry. His heart hurts. And the longer the brothers stand there, soaking in the fact that Bean is alone, and grieving by herself, the more anxious they get.

“Do you know where she is?” Lucifer questions, voice quiet. Simeon’s gaze shifts his fallen brother, and the concern he sees lacing Lucifer’s stiff figure is a pleasant surprise. It seems that even as demons, their hearts are capable of loving someone so dearly.

“She texted me the location a few days ago,” Simeon admits, pulling out his phone. “I’ll forward the message to you...if you promise me you won’t be upset with her.”

Lucifer starts towards the door, strides long. His brothers are quick to follow after him—a newfound look of determination in their eyes.

“Trust me,” he says, briefly placing his hand on Simeon's shoulder as he walks past. “That’s the last thing on my mind.”

Minutes later, Diavolo watches from the window of his office as the seven brothers gather in the courtyard. Lucifer’s magic spikes for a brief moment, before the ex-angels disappear from the Devildom all at once

The Prince breathes a laugh, turning back to his work. He’ll have to reprimand them all for using an unauthorized portal when they return, but for now, he’ll make an exception.

They find Bean where they expect to—kneeling in front of a headstone, in a vacant graveyard.

As they approach, they can hear her quiet, broken voice, and it takes everything in their strength to not interrupt her, and announce their arrival. To scold her for trying to handle her grief by herself.

“You know, dad…,” she sniffles, bringing the sleeve of her sweatshirt up to wipe at her eyes. “This last year...you wouldn’t believe everything that has happened. I’m living with demons, dad,” she laughs again, settling her hands in her lap. “I graduated college, and got sucked into another school experience I didn’t ask for, but...it’s been really fun.

“At first, I didn’t know what to think. You know I haven’t really been good with men, but...the seven brothers I live with...I love them more than anything. So much, that sometimes it’s actually scary.”

Her voice cracks, shoulder shaking as emotions well up in her chest. Mammon and Beel step forward, hoping to comfort her, but her voice stops them.

“It’s...it’s been really hard this weekend,” she admits, breaking off into a sob. “I could tell they were all worried, but...I didn’t want to make them sad. As much as I wanted to tell them, and to find comfort in them, I...they...they lost their sister, a long time ago, dad, and I can only imagine that their grief stretches far beyond mine…I just didn’t want them to feel the way I’m feeling right now—”

Bean hugs her arms in front of her, body shaking as sobs wrack her frame. And the brother’s feel their own hearts threatening to shatter—distant, but traumatic memories surfacing in their brains. But as much as it hurts them to remember, that doesn’t mean Bean has to force herself to grieve alone, in order to protect them.

“Fuck…,” she bites out, furiously rubbing at her eyes again, but the tears don’t stop. “This is so stupid—”

It’s been years, she wants to say. I shouldn’t still be reacting like this. Death is death, so why can’t I get used to it—?!

In the middle of her silent turmoil, two arms wrap around her. She startles, looking over her shoulder, and pausing when she sees dark hair, with white tips.

“B-Belphie?”

“You’re an idiot,” he whispers, voice strained. He hugs her tighter with each passing second, face buried against her shoulder.

“I’m…,” she struggles to understand, puffy eyes wide as she regards him. “Why…?”

“Lucifer saw Diavolo open a portal for you,” Satan speaks up, catching her attention. Finally, she notices the rest of the 6 brothers, standing just feet behind her. She’s not sure why, but more tears start to well in her eyes at the sight of them.

“And Simeon told us where you’d be,” Asmo continues, his smile bittersweet as he regards her.

“I…I just...I didn’t…,” she glances away, cheeks red with shame as a fresh way of hot tears roll down her face.

“Ya didn’t wanna hurt us, we know,” Mammon speaks quietly, stepping up next to her. He places a hand on Belphie’s shoulder, slowly coaxing the youngest demon off of her. Once Bean is free from his impossibly tight embrace, Levi steps up and offers Bean a hand.

She staggers to her feet, giving Levi’s fingers a squeeze as she ever so slightly hides behind him. Her gaze is nervous as she faces the brothers—emotions torn in a million directions. She feels guilty for keeping them out of the loop, and frustrated at herself for them having found out, but...right now, most of all, she still feels sadness at the memory of losing her father.

“We want to be here for you,” Satan reminds her, mouth downturned into a sympathetic frown. “Just because we all have our own grief, doesn’t mean we can’t help you through yours.”

“It’s just...you’ve all already done so much for me,” she admits, sniffling, and glancing away. “And I know how much is sucks to lose someone you love, so—”

“Bean,” it’s Beel who speaks this time, his large hand reaching out to cup her hot cheek. Her gaze turns to him, and she can see the worry and sadness that has soaked into every inch of his body.

“It hurts remembering what happened to Lilith, but...it hurts more to think that you’re suffering through this alone.”

With that, he extends his free hand, grabs her waist, and tugs her forward. Bean gasps in surprise as the large demon curls himself around her, hugging her with all the comfort he can manage. And almost immediately, Bean is breaking down.

She reaches up, fingers curling into his shirt as her tears begin to stain the dark fabric, but Beel doesn’t care. He shifts his grip, moving to hold her upper thighs as he hefts her up—holding her in his arms. And Bean doesn’t think twice to wrap her legs and arms around him, clinging to him like a koala as she cries out the remainder of her negative emotions.

It takes a few minutes, but finally her tears begin to run dry.

“This is so uncool of me,” she chokes on a laugh, lifting her head from Beel’s shoulder, and without missing a beat—Lucifer is in front of her. Like magic, he reaches his hand up and dries her messy face with a handkerchief, his gaze soft as he regards her.

“We love you,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. “Next time, don’t worry if you’ll be hurting us by bringing up your own grief. You worried us more by not telling us what was going on...and we want to be able to help you.”

“Okay,” she agrees, bottom lip wobbling as his gloved hand cups her cheek. She leans into his touch, cheeks red, and eyes swollen. The sight makes Lucifer’s chest ache.

“Why don’t we head back, if you’re done?” Belphie suggests, stepping up beside Lucifer. He flashes Bean a small smile. “I can make us a pillow fort, and we can relax there for the rest of the day.”

Beel grunts, giving her a tiny squeeze. “I’ll go and buy all of your favorite snacks too.”

Bean laughs. “I’d like that.”

Clearly feeling a bit better after the release of emotion, Beel sets Bean back on her feet. Belphie grabs her hand, intending to lead her back to the portal, but she stops him.

“Wait—,” she tugs her hand from his grasp, quickly making her way back over to her father’s grave. Throwing her arms around the headstone, she hugs the smooth rock for a few long moments.

“I love you…”

With that, she presses back to her feet, and returns to the twins’ side. Both of her hands are quickly stolen by the youngest brothers as they lead her from the graveyard. Mammon, Levi and Asmo are quick to follow after them, Asmo mentioning something about having a self-care day, while Mammon and Levi bicker over their own ideas on how to help.

Satan moves to join the group, but pauses when he realizes that Lucifer hasn’t moved.

“Are you coming?”

“I’ll be right behind you,” the Avatar of Pride mumbles, crimson gaze locked on the resting place of Bean’s father. Satan nods, and leaves him be. Once alone, Lucifer steps up and quietly examines the grave.

Then, he lifts his hand, and hovers it near the gravestone. Out of thin air, and abundance of flowers appear—ones that won’t wilt for a very, very long time.

“Thank you,” he says, and without another word, turns and strides away.

#Bean #om!#obey me #obey me mc #fic #obey me fic #posting angst at 9am?#u know it

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sothischickshe · 3 years

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writing tag game

Tagged by: @ejunkiet (tyyyy this looks super fun, although i know im going to break it haha <3 <3 <3)

Rules: Bold/colour the things that you relate to and then tag some people to play.

I write: daily | most days | a few times a week | a few times a month | random

none of the above/other: when im writing/editing i do it like a few times a week to start, leading up to most days, but then when im not writing/editing i don’t write (duh), and when im writing is...hmm maybe a few times a month? maybe less? it depends!

none of the above/other: weekends mostly/when i have a free chunk of time i can set aside for it

it depends!

I tend to write scenes: in chronological order with no skipping | mostly in order but with some filler/skipping | whatever scene I feel like | who knows what’s gonna come out????

well so when im writing in my head it’s not chronological, but once i’m paperwriting it is but also sometimes then i do fuzz some bits especially for a long story

When I take a break from writing, it usually lasts: a few days | a few weeks | a few months | it’s kind of random

My favourite thing to do when I’m on a writing break is: recharge with other creative hobbies | read/ consume other media | do something physical | catch up with old friends | work on my WIP in other ways like with playlists or art | other [please specify for us nosy rosies XD]: gloat about how i’m not writing atm afffdfh

final notes: i only really actively work on one thing at a time though so (although the other ideas are deffo developing & stewing alongside so i suppose that’s not quite true)

tagging: @foxmagpie @septiembrre @hereliesbb @nakedmonkey @hypermania

#writing #idk choices are not hugely my thing #but also i dont think these things stand in opposition to each other #false sexchotomies! or w/e #Love that laptop n computer are separate options.... Correct

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1167

surveys by emptyliketheocean

Brand of cigarettes you smoke? I don’t smoke cigarettes, or at least I never buy my own packs.

Should you be trusted with a person's life? Idk, that’s for them to decide.

How's your life in general? I lost two relatives from Covid this week alone. So, not very dandy. Still in shock. Waiting for it to all finally crash down so I can grieve and mourn properly. Scared of more losses and hoping there aren’t any more to come.

Have you ever put lipstick on anything besides lips? I don’t wear makeup, but when my friends have put some on me in the past there were a couple of times they dabbed lipsticks on my cheeks.

Have you ever picked a fight you knew you would lose? Metaphorically speaking, yeah. I don’t get into physical fights.

What's something you think is crazy about the world? The concept of centibillionaires and the fact that there are multiple ones who exist.

What do you think about religion? I think the only upside to it is how it has helped save lives for some and how it serves as a guide for others to spread good in the world. Like if your religion has given you purpose and strength, that’s great. But ultimately, I’m not a fan and I most definitely don’t think religion is necessary to be a kind person. In fact, I think it works the opposite...most of the homophobes, misogynists, pro-lifers, and sexists I know are from the Christian faith. Cringe.

What about when religion causes violence? Well I definitely have a bone to pick with this lol. The only reason the Philippines is predominantly Catholic today is precisely that when the Spanish arrived, they used violence to forcingly convert Filipinos - who were then living in peace with their own culture, government, and religion system - to Christianity. And now we’re ‘celebrating’ 500 years of Christianity in the country this year, which was always so off to me because why are we celebrating colonization lol????????????? But anyway, yeah, that is another issue I have with religion. I want nothing to do with it.

What color is one of your hats? I have an off-white summer hat but I have literally never used it in public because it’s huge and it’s 100% going to draw attention.

How do you feel? My shoulders are sore and I’m feeling slightly irritated because of them. I’m also starting to get a bit hungry.

Have you ever gotten in trouble for laughing? A few times.

Something that makes you smile: Free food.

What do you think about surveys with lyrics as the title? Surveys with random lyrics usually end up being the ones with interesting questions, so I actually am more likely to check it out.

Do you have any clothes with small holes in them? Maybe one or two.

Do you think the way you live is really okay? I think I am already quite fortunate with what I have considering what others don’t, so it’s definitely been a while since I have complained about anything during this whole Covid situation, living-situation-wise. Even though we’ve lost a few things, like having to sell one of our cars and with my mom being retrenched, we still get by and have a roof over our heads with working water and electricity and a stocked pantry; and I make enough money to hand a portion of it to my parents twice a month and still treat myself with things I want. There is nothing to bitch about.

Do you know anyone other than a cop who has ever owned a cop car? No.

Have you ever felt fire? No, but electricity, yes. I’ve been shocked before but that was also my own fault lol.

Have you ever seen a person light themselves on fire? Jesus no.

Have you ever used crutches when you didn't need them? Yes. I used to horse around with Katreen’s crutches when she injured her legs in 3rd grade, when she wasn’t using them.

If you had 15 beers you would be: Dead.

Are you as bored as I am? No, I’m good.

Why are you taking this survey? I feel like it.

What would you say if a person asked you why your face was so messed up? “How do you want me to react?” Easiest way to shut a person up and passive aggressively tell them to watch what they say.

What would you do if your first love asked you back out? Be very confused and ask why the sudden decision.

What's your home life like? It’s very routine, due to having to stay at home. I work a 9–6 on weekdays, follow that up with dinner, and use a few hours to scroll through social media until it’s time to sleep. Then on weekends I use the free time to recharge by taking surveys and watch videos of whoever and whatever I’m interested in at the moment. Just waiting for all of this to blow over so I can finally do the things I’m meant to be doing.

Do you have a talent that you don't do anything with? I don’t write a lot for myself these days. I do write frequently for work, which is great - press releases, event scripts, all your PR essentials - but I don’t get stimulated enough since everything is written in the same tone. I really should pick up a notebook and pen soon...

Do you know anyone that is a lesbian? Yes. Not that she’s in my life anymore.

What do you think about your mom? I think she tries her best. But I wish she were more emotionally in touch. And that she starts being politically correct.

What do you think about your dad? He’s worked hard and continues to, and I appreciate all his efforts; and I can’t wait to be able to buy him all the things he wants.

Which parent do you respect the most? Who do you think? Hahahaha.

Is there anything someone could lie to you about that you couldn't forgive? I suppose, like cheating.

Who do you love unconditionally? My two best friends.

Pick an element. Oooookay? Zirconium.

Have you ever wasted a great amount of time and felt horrible about it? It always feels that way on weekends these days because there’s only so much that can be done while stuck at home because of Covid. But I do try to justify it by telling myself I already work too hard during weekdays so it’s ok to bum around at home and do nothing, because using the time to recharge is still productive.

What is something that's been said about you that isn't true? My mom has said a lot of hurtful things directed towards me that I internalized for a very long time, but I’ve since gained the strength to no longer let those words get to me.

Who do you want with you when you're scared? Anyone who can be calm while I’m not.

Know any bands that not many people have heard of? Many of the punk bands I listen to are virtually unknown on this side of the planet.

Do you have any advice for people in general? Don’t be racist.

What's something you like to do in the summer? Complain about the heat.

What's something you like to do in the winter? We don’t get winter here, but I’ve always thought I would love snow if I ever saw it, and that I would probably make a lot of snow angels and play snowball fights.

What do you think about marijuana? I don’t have a strong opinion on it as it’s still a very taboo topic where I’m from and I’ve also been lacking on research. I do know people who use it for recreational purposes and I’ve never been against that.

Do you wish anyone death? Just politicians.

Have you ever felt like you weren't getting anywhere with a person? Yes, it felt that way for a long time. I just was too afraid of confrontation to do anything about it.

What do you feel for the person you first fell in love with? Resentment and a whole lot of nothing.

Where are you? I’m in my bedroom.

Are you waiting for something? Hmm, not necessarily.

Who is someone you just think has a hole in their brain? People who still think Covid is a hoax.

A candy you like? Gummy anything.

Does any part of your body hurt at the moment? My shoulders and neck, hence the neck pillow I’ve since put on while taking this.

Explain how you got the last bruise you had. I honestly have no clue. I currently have a big black circle on my right thigh that just suddenly showed up, and I can’t recall a time I must’ve hit it somewhere.

Are you tired? A little bit because I got up as soon as I woke up, but I wanted to maximize my free time this Sunday before another work week starts. Last Friday would be our last non-working holiday in a while and we’re not getting another one until August. :(

Explain how you got a scar you have. A distant cousin hurled a glass jar towards me when I was 3, during a family reunion. He initially went for my eye because I guess he wanted to blind me, but he missed and ended up hitting my eyebrow instead. My mom has since banned him from talking to me ever since, and I don’t think I’ve ever even seen him since the incident.

Have you ever owned anything illegal? Illegal copies of movies I’ve torrented, sure.

What do you dream about? The most random scenarios. I’ll get the occasional nightmare, but those only happen when I’m going through a period of depression.

Do you ever daydream? Not anymore these days.

How do you feel about vegetarians? I don’t really think anything of them. There are days I’ll particularly feel for them because there aren’t a lot of restaurants with good vegetarian options where I live, though.

A fruit you like: Avocado, in very limited options.

Have you ever seen a person eat a bug? Only bugs that were already prepared a certain way and meant to be eaten; but I’ve never seen a person that just picked up a bug off the ground and went straight to chewing. I imagine I would freak out and gag.

Something you worry about too much: How much is in my bank account.

How do you feel about smoking? I hate how the smell clings to your clothes and all your things when you’ve been smoking or when you’ve been around people who smoke. I also wince when people pose with their cigarettes just to look badass and cool; but as someone who’s since picked up vaping as a habit, my once-intense hatred for smoking and smokers has since changed lol.

If you had to move out of state, where would you go? I would move to a big city. Somewhere noisier and with a lot of lights and foot traffic and general activity.

What is your favorite vampire-related movie? The Twilight Saga hahahahahaha

Is there a person you keep coming back to? My best friends, I guess?

If you're listening to music...Give me a lyric from the song you're listening to. I’m not listening to anything.

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