#( i’ll try to work on these today or tomorrow after my errands )

[harlowsbby]

Days With U 💘

Requested, reader just tagging along with Jack while he runs errands or does things for work.

You loved spending with Jack with his busy schedule having quality time together was really hard at times, so when you woke up this morning and decided to tag along with him while he ran a few errands he was actually really excited.

“You sure you’re ready for today baby?” Jack asked you as the two of you got into his car.

“More than ready.” You grinned and pulled your little purse out from the back.

“I packed me a few snacks and took like two or three water bottles.” You paused. “What are we even doing today?” You asked him.

“We?” He chuckled. “Well I have a meeting first, then a little photo shoot and lastly I need to do this interview with Druski.”

“Interview with Druski? What’s that about.” You asked him as the two of you drove down the road.

“We’re just going to be playing this game called ‘never have I ever’ for Spotify and that’s it, after I’m finished we can do whatever you want.” He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.

“So you’ll massage my feet?” He smacked his teeth.

“That isn’t what I had in mind babe but if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.” He grumbled.

After a few minutes went by you both finally arrived to the studio we’re the meeting was going to take place.

Urban did a double look upon seeing you entering the studio.

“What are you doing here? The evil step father finally let you out of the house.” He faked gasped and brought you in for a hug.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Yeah right I can’t even keep her in the house she’s always out spending all my money.” He joked.

“So maybe it is a good thing that you came today.” He laughed but earned an elbow to his side making him hiss slightly.

“Actually I had nothing to do today so I decided to tag along with Jack.” You smiled.

“So go ahead and do your little meeting, I’ll just be on the couch eating my snacks.” You told them.

Once you got settled and comfortable the meeting started to take place. You tried paying attention to the meeting but honestly it was boring.

Jack looked up and saw that you were already looking up at him. He raised his eyebrows and started to wiggle them a bit making you stiff a laugh.

But he could tell by bore expression displayed on your face that you were starting to get bored.

“What’s wrong?” He mouthed.

“Just a bit bored.” You mouthed back. He frowned slightly he didn’t want you to be bored so he knew he had to try and do something to entertain you.

“So for the next tour should we do meet and greet?” Nemo asked the group.

Everyone looked around not exactly sure if a meet and greet was needed or not, Jack looked back over to you as you looked out the window.

“What do you think babe?” He asked you which caught you a bit off guard.

“What? Oh uh I feel like we should do a meet and greet, I think the fans would really enjoy that.” You suggested and everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

“I agree with Y/N.” Urban said you looked up at Jack and he sent a wink your way.

“Why don’t you come sit by us Y/N you can help with a few other things.” Nemo said and you immediately took a seat next to Jack.

“You still bored?” He whispered into your ear.

“Nope.” You grinned and started discussing Jack’s next tour.

Jack was glad he was able to somewhat cure your boredom with allowing you to engage into the conversation, because he loved hearing your ideas and thoughts.

Once the meeting was over you said bye to everyone as you made your way into the car. “So, photo shoot time?” You asked.

“Actually the photo shoot and the interview with Druski got pushed back to tomorrow looks like we can do whatever we want now. You got any ideas?”

You thought about it for a few seconds. “Actually since I ran a few errand with you.” You said in a teasing tone. “You ran one errand with me babe.” Jack piped in.

“Okay whatever but I do need to get a few things at Sephora, Target and I wanna stop by Dunkin Donuts.” Jack mentally rolled his eyes but nonetheless started driving to Sephora.

When you arrived your eyes were literally as big as a kids eyes in a candy store. “I don’t even know what half of this shit is.” He mumbled.

“Want me to show you? Ooo we can see what shade you are in foundation.” You squealed. “In what?” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you guys need help?” One of the employees asked. “Actually yes can you match my boyfriend please?” The employee smiled and nodded.

“You’re being forced to do this?” The lady asked. “Was it that obvious?” He mumbled.

“Of course.” Jack stood there as the lady scanned his face before going into one of the drawers and pulling out a foundation.

“This one would be your match.” She handed Jack the foundation and walked away.

“Damn, you really are pale as shit.” You mumbled as you inspected the very, very bright foundation in his hands.

“Let’s not do too much let’s start heading to Target.” When the two of you finished at Sephora you made your way to Target.

While Sephora was your playground Target was Jack’s playground. You watched with slight wide eyes as he tossed in a few things into the cart.

“Do we really need all of this Jack?” You asked as he tossed in a bunch of random things.

“Look baby I don’t question all the makeup you get so don’t question all of the things I need.” He stated and you raised your hands in defense.

“My bad but seriously let’s go I’m getting hungryy.” You whined. After Jack went and checked out everything the two of you headed to Morris Deli.

“You want what I get babe?” Jack asked. “Yeah that’s fine but also I want a bag of chips and a sweet tea.” You told him.

Jack went in line and waited for the food once it was ready the two you started to dig in. You both ate in a peaceful silence till Jack spoke up.

“So, did you have a good day?” He questioned. “It was a fun day but you wanna know what my favorite part was?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What would that be?”

“When you fell face first in Target that shit was hilarious.” You laughed.

“It’s the way the soccer moms looked so irritated over the fact that you fell!” You laughed even harder as Jack sat there with an annoyed expression.

“Can you believe one of them came up to me while you were looking at pajamas and said that I was interrupting her shopping.” He stated which made you laugh even harder.

“Alright now baby it ain’t that funny.” He grumbled. Even though Jack was trying his hardest not to laugh he just couldn’t hold it in.

He loved little days like this with you just being able to spend a little time together and winding down together was his favorite thing to do as long as he was with you.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, Tim being a bit of a hardass, police officers

AN: alright I’ve caved. I’m writing for Tom Bradford. I honestly don’t know what took me so long but here we are. Not chenford tho. I get it even my mom ships it but take one look at this man and tell me he doesn’t deserve some reader insert fics of his own. Chenford readers, you can read this as Lucy and Tim (let me know if u can’t and I’ll figure out how to better write it).

End of shift was always my favorite time of day. Leaning back against the picnic table, I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of content. Waiting for my ride was the least of my worries for the day as I finally felt my body relax since this morning.

“Where’s your car?” I slightly turned my head towards the sound and smiled.

“I let a friend borrow it.” The bench shifted slightly as Tim sat down next to me. “They needed to run errands and attend some classes so I let them take it for the day.” I opened my eyes as he nodded stiffly.

“need a ride?” He wasn’t meeting my eye and the longer I looked at him the harder it was to keep my racing thoughts under control. I shook my head, looking out over the parking lot.

“They should be on their way to pick me up.” I shrugged as I shimmied my phone out of my pocket. “At least that’s what they said ten minutes ago when I clocked out.” Tim’s eyes flickered to my phone before he focused on his key ring.

“Want me to wait with you?” He asked hesitantly. I shook my head immediately.

“I’ll be fine. They shouldn’t be long now.” Tim shrugged his backpack off and dropped it at his feet before leaning back. “Tim I said…”

“I know what you said.” He gently kicked my foot. “And I’m staying anyway.” We settled in a comfortable silence after I nodded. “How did you manage to destroy two shops today?” I jolted slightly at the question and rolled my eyes.

“the first wasn’t my fault. Who knew bullets and engines didn’t work together?” Tim scoffed and I smiled at the sound. It wasn’t a laugh but I would take it. “The second one was me trying to box in the suspect. He rammed into the door.”

“So all in the line of duty then?” Tim snickered. I rolled my eyes again and chuckled.

“I suppose so.” I sighed. My phone pinged and I looked down, suppressing a groan at the text. My friend wasn’t coming. My car had broken down.

“What’s wrong?” Tim peeked over at my phone but gave me a second.

“My car broke down. They’ll pay for damages and everything but that means I’m out a ride home.” Tim looked up at me and nudged me.

“Come on.” He stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and stood up, grabbing my backpack as I did. I followed him to his truck and got in the passenger seat. The ride to my apartment was quiet, highlights from the last rams game playing on the radio. “This building right?” Tim pulled up in front of my building and parked when I nodded.

“Yeah. This is me.” I opened the door and grabbed my bag off the floor. “Thanks Tim. See you tomorrow.” I was halfway to the entrance when I heard the door slam. I turned and saw Tim running up the walkway.

“Do you need a ride in tomorrow?” He asked when he reached me. I nodded.

“Yeah. My car will be in the shop still I think.” I fidgeted with my backpack strap. “Probably be able to get it at end of shift.” Tim nodded and walked me to the door.

“I’ll be here tomorrow morning. I’ll text you when I’m outside.” I nodded and smiled at him. “thanks Tim. I mean it.” I opened the door and turned to wave at him. “Night sir.” He waved back as I entered and started the trek to my apartment.

#tim bradford #tim bradford x reader #Tim Bradford fanfic #Tim Bradford fanfiction #Tim Bradford imagine #eric winter #eric winter x reader #Eric winter fanfic #Eric winter fanfiction #eric winter imagine

[artiststarme]

Steve’s No Good, Very Bad Day

This is something a little different from what I usually do so I hope you guys like it! Please leave your thoughts and title ideas in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve was just wrapping up at work one day, getting ready to run some errands when the kids stampeded through the door. He hardly even had time to sigh before Dustin was trying to negotiate for him to give them a ride to the community pool. 

“Steve, it’s eighty four degrees outside right now and the community pool is a mile away. If we bike there in these conditions, we could get heat stroke and die. What kind of friend would you be if you let us die when you could’ve prevented it? Since we all know you’re my best friend, you should give us a ride.”

“Dude, no. I have errands to run and I’m really not in the mood to babysit,” Steve said, shaking his head. He had better things to do than drive them around town all day. Like buying himself groceries and toilet paper, interesting stuff. 

“Please, Steve? We’re counting on you! Just give us a ride and we’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend!” Lucas bartered. 

“I’m hosting DnD at my house tomorrow,” Steve said, completely deadpan. 

“And we’ll leave you alone until then!” Dustin jumped in. “Please?”

“Son of a bitch, fine! Go wait by my car. Jesus Christ, you’re truly annoying. You know that, right?”

“Thanks Steve!” Dustin called and ran to wait by his car. 

Steve just sighed and shook his head. He didn’t sign up for this. He loves those kids but goddamn, he just wanted one day to himself after working customer service and faking smiles all morning. Nevertheless, he climbed into his car and cranked the AC before heading towards the pool. 

“So where’s Will, Max, and El? Are you guys hanging out with them today too?”

“Of course we are,” Dustin answered snootily. “They’re our friends.”

“They’re meeting us at the pool,” Lucas added. 

“Well, thank you Lucas for answering my question,” he turned to look at Dustin in the passenger seat. “You need to lose the ‘tude, Henderson. I’m doing you shitheads a favor. Tone it down.”

“Sorry,” Dustin muttered. 

They traveled the rest of the way in silence with only the soft tones of Simon and Garfunkel playing softly through the radio. When they turned into the pool’s parking lot, something felt off. Steve couldn’t put his finger on it. Nothing looked out of the blue but something was wrong, he was certain. 

“Stay in the car, I’ll be right back.” He opened his door and Henderson opened his as well. “Dustin, please. Just stay in the car for a minute.”

“Wha- but…”

“Dustin!” He gave him a confused look but shut the door regardless. 

Steve saw Max, Will, and El rounding the corner and ran up to them. They looked fine too but something still felt off. His stomach was twisting in warning and he didn’t know why. 

“Hey guys-”

“Steve? I didn’t know you’d be coming. We could’ve used the ride,” Max snarked.

“Listen, something feels off. Get in my car,” Steve told them. His heart started beating faster and he could feel sweat dripping on his forehead. His adrenaline was going crazy and he didn’t know why. 

“Steve, there isn’t enough room. We won’t fit-” Will tried to explain but he was cut off by the sound of gunfire. El threw up her hands to telekinetically redirect the bullets and Steve tackled Max and El to the ground. 

He lightly smacked his head on the cement but he picked himself up soon enough. When he looked around the parking lot, there were dozens of government agents facing El with their guns drawn. 

“Eleven. We are with a secret department of the United States government. If you come with us peacefully, we’ll let your friends live.” As the woman in charge was talking, Steve noticed a man standing behind El raise his gun to her head. 

“El!” He jumped up from the ground the pushed her away from the path of the gun as it fired. He felt a sharp, searing pain in his shoulder and then he was back on the ground. 

“Steve!” She looked over at him but he just shook his head with his teeth clenched. 

“Kill them!” He felt bad about ordering a kid to kill the fifteen agents, not for them but for her. She didn’t deserve to carry their deaths on her conscience. But as he saw all of their necks snap in unison, he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. 

All of the kids surrounded him worriedly. The boys looked slightly nauseous while Max and El were looking at his shoulder in concern.

“Steve? Are you okay, buddy? I’m pretty sure you got shot.” Dustin told him gently, just as he had in Billy’s Camaro all those years ago. 

“El… you okay?” Steve asked her quietly. It was getting harder for him to speak. It felt like there was a fog over him that was pulling him under.

“Of course I am okay, Steve. You were the one that was shot,” she told him matter-of-factly. 

“Hmm, yeah makes sense. Fucking... figures,” and then he lost consciousness. 

~*~*~*~

When he woke up, it was to a bland hospital room. His head ached, his shoulder throbbed, and his throat was dry. As annoyed as he was with the situation, Steve was glad that he had been there for the kids. Who knew what would’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten there when he did. Would El have that man’s bullet in her head? Would Max and Will be dead due to a slew of bullets? He’s glad he would never have to find out. 

He was so lost in his thoughts of what could have happened that he didn’t notice Hopper stepping in until he spoke. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Hopper hissed angrily. 

“What do you mean?” Steve asked in confusion. It almost seemed like Hopper was mad at him but he was pretty positive that he had no reason to be. 

“Why the hell were you taking the kids to the pool? You know that people are after her and you just took her out into the open? How could you do something so stupid?!”

Steve’s entire body flinched at his comment. “Hop, the kids were going anyway. The only reason I was there was to give Dustin, Lucas, and Mike a ride. The other kids were meeting them there. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re the adult, Harrington! You should’ve told them no and then none of us would be in this situation!” 

“Hop, I’m sorry. Next time I’ll be more careful. I know it must’ve been scary to see your kids like that…”

“You’re not my son!” He screamed at him in fury.

Steve’s blood turned cold. “Wh-what?”

“El is my daughter and your actions almost got her killed! And you put all the other kids in danger too. I don’t know if Joyce and I can forgive you for this, Harrington.”

Hopper shook his head derisively one last time and stalked out of the hospital room. Steve just laid there in shock. He didn’t know why Hopper was so mad at him or why he decided that Steve wasn’t worth any effort anymore. He didn’t know why he always pushed away his parental figures but this was three people now that he managed to disappoint so it had to be an issue with him. All he could do was close his eyes and cry at the unfairness of it all.

~*~*~*~

Between visits from Eddie and Robin, Steve was alone. The kids were banned from seeing him due to what Hopper had coined ‘reckless endangerment’ and it wasn’t like he had anyone else interested in visiting him. So it was a surprise when a chastened Hopper entered his room. 

“Hey kid, how are you doing?” He asked him softly. 

Steve just stared at him. He wasn’t sure where he and Hop stood after he screamed at him just a few days prior. 

“Look Steve, I want to apologize. I uh, I didn’t have all of the information and I blamed you when it wasn’t your fault. I know now that you were there to protect the kids and you did a great job other than getting shot and getting another concussion. I’m sorry.”

“I meant Will. When I said you were worried about your kids. I meant Will and El. I know you don’t consider me your son, why would you? Literally no one wants to be my parent so I get it-”

“Steve, I do consider you my kid. I shouldn’t have said that and I only did out of anger. You didn’t deserve that and I’ll make it up to you. You’re going to move into the house with us until you get better,” he promised him. 

Steve just shook his head though, “don’t worry about it. Eddie is going to stay at my house until I can use my arm. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Harrington, I don’t care if I have to kidnap your sorry ass. You’re staying with me, Joyce, and the kids until you’re better.”

“This is part of your apology, threats of kidnapping? What the fuck, Hop?” Steve exclaimed, absolutely perplexed. 

“Yeah, did it work?”

Steve huffed, “get me some orange Jello and I’ll consider it.”

They had a ways to go until they were back to where they were but they’d get there. Steve would forgive him in time and Hopper would forgive himself eventually too.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 48

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n goes a little apeshit at JojaMart lmao

Author’s Note: *Crawls out of a pit covered in dirt and blood. Slaps this chapter down in front of you, on a SUNDAY no less!*

My health situation hasn’t improved whatsoever, but I will prevail, damnit!!

I wrote most of this and posted to ao3 early this morning, and haven't had a chance to proofread really. I'll do my best to get that done soon ^.^ Sorry if there are any weird wordings. Also sorry for the complete lack of Seb and Magnus in this one, I hope the shenanigans make up for it <3

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I hate that stupid, cryptic, blue note I got.

Ever since it came, I think about it every time I check the mailbox, without fail. I don’t want to, I kinda just want to forget it exists, but I just… I dunno. I have a bad feeling about it. A gut feeling. Like, something’s totally up with it. It’s just been sitting in my closet for safekeeping until I decide what to do, though.

For some reason, I’ve been too nervous to bring it back up to Magnus. He’s forgotten it exists, from what I can tell. I think I’ll do my best to keep it that way for now. It feels more like my burden to bear than his, and besides, he’s already got the whole region to take care of.

After today’s confirmation that I don’t have bills or anything important like that, I head inside to get ready to leave the farm. Reeeally hoping my routine will shake out my heebiejeebies.

I got the OK from Magnus to use his fancy shrine for Spirit’s Eve. Got an idea of what I think I want to make myself look like, too. Maybe a tiefling or something. If tieflings don’t really exist, I’m sure some sort of succubi, or imps, or some sort of creature that looks like one’s gotta, no? I suppose I could always fall back on just pretending I’m an elf… man, a tail and horns would be so fun though. 

Either way, tomorrow is the big day and I am so ready for it.

I mean, like, almost ready. Whatever.

Today I’m going to Magnus’ place to get some practice in. Just a precautionary measure to try not to, like, blow myself up or something.

I’m gonna keep my outfit cozy and easy to move around in, but I have half a mind to make sure I wouldn’t mind losing these clothes in particular if something goes wrong with the transformation. Just some leggings, some crew-cut socks, an old hoodie, and my favorite boots, since I won’t have my shoes on in the shrine anyway. All of it is in black. Sebastian cosplay. 

I’ll pop my red studs in too, gotta commit to the bit. I haven’t had time to talk to The Emo and see if he actually did get his shit pierced last night, but assuming he did, and assuming he was able to use these for it, I wanna go all out, baby.

Now, before I head to the tower, I’ve got some errands to run around town. I woke up a bit late so there’s gonna be more people out than I’m looking forward to, but hopefully I have no creepy Alex encounters or awkward conversations with Shane again.

I promised Sam I’d visit him at work sometime soon, so I might as well head there first. He hates it there, and it’s been a while since we’ve caught up, so I’ll hopefully be a welcome distraction. I’ll bring him a coffee too to keep his spirits high.

After it’s done brewing, I grab two foam cups and pour the coffee in. Knowing Sam, he probably needs this stuff sweet, and I’m in the mood for sweet too, so I pour in a bunch of vanilla-flavored creamer. To make the beverages ~gourmet,~ I add a little whipped cream to each, as well as a light drizzle of chocolate syrup. After securing the plastic lids and giving Cannoli some well-deserved love, I head out.

While I pass by the bus stop, I make eye contact with Pam. I’ve never spoken to her, but… I dunno. I can’t tell if I like her or not. She gives me a nasty stink eye and I can only further assume she’s as mean as she outwardly appears. Unless she was just cursed with an intense resting bitch face...

I smile Pam’s way anyway. She doesn’t smile back, but that’s okay. It doesn’t benefit anyone to be so judgemental of her.

I pass a few local moms once I make it to the town square. None really mind me, which could mean they either didn’t notice, or they don’t care. Either is fine by me. I don’t hear what they’re saying, but Caroline talks very animatedly just before the rest of the group bursts into laughter.

I turn my attention back ahead as I pass by Pierre’s and nearly bump into Marnie as she’s leaving the shop.

We both squeak out a little “Oh!” before apologizing in unison.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” I double down. 

“Oh, that’s fine. I rarely ever am!” She then motions to the two cups in my hands and adds, laughing, “At least the coffee’s safe!”

I awkwardly nod in agreement. Then, a brief flash of myself actually spilling coffee somewhere down the road raids my mind, my necklace tingling against my skin and my fingers practically buzzing.

Great.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

That probably looked weird. “Yeah, sorry,” I try to recover, “just sleepy today!”

I take a sip of coffee to emphasize my point. Plus, I might as well drink what I can before these puppies go down. Hopefully I’ll be able to save at least one of them when the time comes.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I need to get back to the shop, but take it easy and don’t overwork yourself, you hear?” 

I nod, thanking her and waving her off with a shy grin before I continue moving. Once I get closer to the spot I’m supposed to be spilling these drinks — just before that little bridge over the river by JojaMart — I begin to walk more cautiously. If I can just keep these steady and focus on the ground… 

A sneeze creeps up on me. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck oh no.

Just as I’m beginning to carefully place one of the cups on the side of the bridge for safe keeping, the sneeze forces its way out of me. Luckily, one beverage — the one I hadn’t drank from yet — stays safely in my hand. Unluckily, the one I was working on trying to keep safe fell to the stones at my feet, opening up and dispersing its contents fucking everywhere.

God damnit. 

“Nice one.”

God fucking damnit.

I look up to the voice. It turns out Shane’s outside having a smoke. He’s at the opposite end of the bridge watching my clumsiness unfold with an aloof look about him. He’s bent over to lean on the stone wall, his right elbow propped up and his corresponding cheek in his palm. His left forearm is flat against the structure while his left hand lazily dangles his cigarette between two fingers.

Is that pink nail polish on one of them? I wonder if that’s Jas’ doing. 

I merely groan back my response, picking up the now-empty cup to discard in the trash bin near the store. As I proceed on my walk of shame past Shane, I point out, “At least my clothes stayed safe.”

Shane follows and asks, “How many ants do you think you murdered with that accident?” 

I grin a little at his dry humor. “Oh it was a massacre,” I bounce back. “The war in Gotoro pales in comparison.”

“Ha!” Oh my god, I made Shane — the grumpiest fuck I’ve ever met — laugh?! “Right on. Seems like pointless violence anyway.” 

I turn to see if I can catch him smiling for the first time, like, ever. It’s not there anymore, but there’s a residual brightness in his features.

Shane snuffs out his cig on the ashtray built into the garbage’s lid, abandoning it there before shoving his hands in the pockets of his bright blue shorts.

“Those sons’a bitches,” he nods in the direction of my carnage, “they had it coming.”

My nose scrunches as I laugh a little, giving him a funny look. “Damn, what’d they do to you?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, as he deadpans me. “Exist.”

I shrug and nod — I get it, they can be pretty annoying! — and follow the man as he makes his way through the white-rimmed, glass-centered automatic doors. I try not to cringe outwardly at how many self-righteous pro-Joja fliers are on them.

Shane stops a few steps into the store. Turns around. I stop too and look up, tilting my head. What’re you looking at, punk? I think to myself. Dunno if I’d be pushing my limits by trying to say it out loud. Better not.

Shane gives me a weird look too, but I can barely see it. My senses are taking their damn time getting used to the obnoxiously fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t you shop at Pierre’s?” Shane wonders out loud.

I blink a few times as I adjust to the environment and then nod. “Visiting Sam,” I explain.

“Ah.” He nods too, in understanding, and then looking the other way he continues, “Enjoy.”

Shane makes his way towards a door to the right of the manager’s office. Says “Employee’s only,” so I’m assuming it’s a break room or something. I don’t miss the incorrect apostrophe, but choose not to linger on it either.

“You too.” He looks back over his shoulder, so I pair my well wishes with a lazy salute.

“Buh.”

…Buh?

I smile. I think he’s warming up to me!

Feeling a tad lost now that I’m alone, I look around before making any advances. Should’ve asked Shane if he knew where Sam would be around now. I dunno how the shifts work around here.

The cashiers to my left — a visibly exhausted red headed woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s; and a scrawny, scruffy looking teenager, with thick-framed glasses sitting atop his freckled nose — both look miserable.

The boy is boredly leaning against the counter, zoned out on the ground in front of it. The woman looks totally spaced out on nothing in particular. It almost seems like she’s fighting off sleep, too. Poor lady. 

The woman and I lock onto each other. She looks away from my face before I can even register it, but I notice her eyes flicker longingly to the coffee cup in my hand a few times after the fact. I peer between her and the beverage twice before I all but scurry away into the aisles. I’m too awkward for this. My only option is to retreat. Never said I wasn’t a coward.

While I venture past the boatloads of boxed, bagged and canned foods in search of the resident dog boy, I observe some of the products. Some don’t look safe for consumption, while others seem like they’d be fun to try as a one-off sort of deal. It overlaps a few times as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I want to try this cereal which very explicitly states on the box that it’s more sugar than grains? It makes me stifle a giggle. I like the brutal honesty. 

I stop and stare at it for a sec. Gnawing my lip. Wondering if I should just…

No. I shan’t.

I break away from temptation and trek on. As I reach the end of the aisle, I pan across the back of the store. More shelf-stable products, a small produce section… ah!

Sam looks like he’s supposed to be mopping the floor near the freezers. To be fair, he is holding a mop, and it is touching the floor! But instead of cleaning, he uses the tool as a microphone; singing against the end of the brown wooden handle, both hands passionately gripping it as he bends his torso to quietly belt one part in particular. Sam’s eyes are shut, his bulky black headphones are secured over his ears, and he has not a single worry in the world. 

Holding his coffee in both hands now, I stop walking and lean against a nearby shelf. Observing. Waiting. Eventually he’ll have to see me.

He does a little spin move and carelessly bumps into the bucket of soapy water he’s working with, causing it to slosh around a little. Some of it lands on the floor, and some on the pants of Sam’s jumpsuit. Doesn’t faze him in the slightest. 

He does another spin the opposite way and nearly knocks over the conveniently placed display of sprinkles that are situated right in front of the ice cream freezer.

I feel like I should probably stop him before something bad happens, but he looks so damn content and so stinkin’ cute that I can’t be assed. 

Just as I’m thinking this, he opens his eyes, completely avoiding my direction while he immediately peers over his shoulder. Sam scans around, getting a full view of the proximate areas. It seems like he’s just making sure he’s not about to get caught by his boss or something, if I had to guess.

Eventually he lands on me. We both smile wide, and I triumphantly hold up his (unspilled!!) coffee in one hand, presenting it with a small flourish of the other and a bow of my head.

“For you, my good sir.” I make sure to sound extra fancy, dropping my voice an octave and annunciating my words a bit too much.

He looks around again before meeting me in the middle with a fist bump, completely ignoring my bit. Aw man.

“Hell yeah, thanks dude!” 

I shoot some awkward finger guns at him, “You got it, bud.”

“You didn’t make yourself one?”

I sigh, lamenting, “I did…”

Sam scans my face as we share a short silence. Then, the lightbulb almost visibly goes off in his noggin. “You spilled it, didn’t you?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I spilled it, yeah.” 

“Buuummer, dude.” He pats my head and I sigh, leaning into his touch. I’ll be damned if I don’t still love head-pats, even if it’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. “Wanna split this one then?” he offers, palm still on my crown. At this point he’s just trying to messy me up.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab another later if I’m really craving it.” Not having noticed the trance I’ve been in as my hair gets slowly and steadily ruined — it feels nice, okay? — I finally look up at him, cheekily glaring as I manually remove his large hand from me. I add on as I try to repair the frizzy aftermath, “Sick performance, by the way!” 

“You think so?” he beams. Makes me laugh.

“Of course! It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

Sam’s face is a bit flushed as he takes the compliment, not even trying to hide it; he has a big goofy grin on his face, too.

It drops and Sam looks behind him as a deep voice with a bit of a southern twang booms from one of the aisles nearby. “Samson?”

“Shit, here.”

Sam hurriedly places his coffee into my hand and rushes back near his water bucket, looking around for his manager as he moves. I try to make things less suspicious by pretending to look at some nearby end caps. 

I take a peek over when I hear Sam greet the man, “Hiya! What’s up, Morris?”

Crossing his arms and puffing out his chest to try and make himself look mighty, a man in a navy blue suit, a bright red bow tie, and a poorly-applied black toupee corrects him. “That’s Mr. Saxton, son.” 

I roll my eyes. Awesome to know the guy running this Joja is just as insufferable as the dudes who work on the corporate side.

Sam puts an anxious hand on the back of his neck, and halfheartedly smiles as he apologizes, his speaking patterns much more formal than before. Poor guy… it hurts to see him having to tone it down so much for this dipshit.

I turn my attention back in front of me so as to give him some privacy. Not sure he’d want me to hear him getting his ear talked off.

This display is full of holiday cards... I might as well waste some time with these bad boys. I pick up one with a cartoon beagle wearing a birthday hat on it, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee as I read the pun on the front: “Have a doggone good birthday!” Alright, nice and cheesy start…

I flip the card open. It starts blaring Baha Men’s “Who Let The Dogs Out.” Fucking hell. Jumpscare me, why doncha! I shudder at how tinny the music sounds — likely made worse by its volume — then close the card and place it back in its spot, not bothering to read more.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I peer over my left shoulder, and see that Mr. Saxton is making his way towards me. A vein is popping in his forehead, but he has a toothy smile on his face that screams customer service. Not sure what’s going on and feeling a little anxious about the situation, I don’t answer with words — I just turn my body to him and watch him expectantly. 

My eyes flicker to Sam real quick, who’s closer to the opposite end of the freezers now. He’s looking over here though, and when his eyes catch mine, he mouths “Go!” and motions his arm towards the front end of the store. Maybe he got caught socializing or something… wouldn’t doubt that there’s probably heavy surveillance in here. Man.

I look back at Sam’s boss as he says, “I’m going to need you to discard your beverage.”

My brows furrow and I tilt my head. “Why?”

Ah, he’s the asking-questions-is-talking-back type: He huffs a deep breath and tilts his head as if to mimic me, clasping his fingers together in front of his ribs. The smile and vein are both still on his face.

“It is not only unacceptable to bring your own food into a grocery store,” he strains, “but I cannot have you spilling your drink all over our products.”

…I haven’t spilled anything. What does he think I am, some crusty little kid? 

Damn, this is bringing out a rage that I haven’t experienced since working behind a Joja desk. I didn’t know I was even capable of it anymore. Must be something about the overstimulatingly bright blues, or the blindingly white strips of lights. Same ones we had above each cubicle in the office.

My anxiety is rapidly replaced with a petty yearn to cause a ruckus as I realize that I don’t work for Joja anymore. I never have to even come here again, actually.

I don’t answer to this fucko! I don’t answer to anyone!

Screw this guy!

Feeling courageous, I put on my own customer service mask as I inquire, “Do you want me to spill this on your products?”

“E-excuse me?!”

I hover the cup near the cards, tilting it a little. Doing a little eyebrow wiggle too for good measure. “It feels like you dooo.”

“I— w-what are you doing?”

Seb would be so proud if he were here. Not sure how Magnus would react, but I’d like to imagine he’d support me too.

Completely on impulse, I bring the cup in front of me and splash a little coffee in the man’s direction instead of the cards’. The now-lukewarm liquid splatters onto the white button-down beneath his jacket and rapidly seeps into the fabric, leaving a light brown, unsightly splotch.

Sick, got him where it hurts and none got on the floor! Less work for Sam!

Making sure my voice is just as cheery as Morris was trying to keep his, I cap this off, “Stop treating your employees like crap and stop treating complete strangers like children, asshole.”

This feels so good. My heart is racing and my pits feel a little moist and I might just end up an anxious mess the second I walk away, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t cool as fuck in the moment. When Leah asked me last week if Magnus ever wanted to go apeshit, it didn’t even occur to me how badly I wanted to go apeshit.

I walk down the nearest aisle as Morris continues sputtering something about me leaving, paying for this, whatever.

Shane’s kneeled down in the middle of the aisle stocking shelves. He faces me for a moment and grins slyly. “That was cool as hell.” Why does this feel so validating? “A woman after my own heart.” 

HUH?

I blink that fucking flashbang away — seriously, the last time I saw him he was still being a dick, and today he’s treating every interaction like we’re fully acquainted, if not more, what the heck — as he turns away to scan items onto the shelf again.

“I really didn’t do much…” I really didn’t. Just kinda caused a minor inconvenience for the guy. 

My hands are shaking though, so it must be catching up to me.

“That still took some balls.” He glimpses at me briefly and adds, “Y’look like you might cry, though. Get outta here before I change my mind about you.”

I huff out a quiet laugh and steady Sam’s — well, my, now — coffee in both hands. “On it, boss.”

#sdv rasmodius #sve magnus #magnus rasmodius #magnus rasmodius x reader #stardew valley rasmodius #sdv sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian #sebastian stardew #sebastian stardew valley #m. rasmodius #stardew valley #stardew #sve #sebastian sdv #sdv wizard #stardew wizard #stardew valley fanfic #stardew fanfic #stardew valley sebastian x reader #wizard x reader #rasmodius x reader #rasmodius #FAWY #sebastian x reader #sebastian #sdv shane #shane sdv #sam sdv #sdv sam #stardew valley sam

[letstrywritingmaybe]

I’m so fucking tired, the switch to being a morning person is wild. I’ve never been that girlie and I never thought I could be but I’m loving my new job so far. Literally couldn’t be happier, I’m sure as it goes I’ll find things I may not enjoy but so far it’s been amazing. But again this was my first week and I don’t know shit yet. Enough about that, writing wise I’m so sorry I’m super behind. I’m still determined to keep weekly updates for the sibling verse, (delaying posting cause I’m supporting Palestine.) But I want to do multiple updates and at the very least give Vordark my beloved the weekly updates. But I’m too tired to try and write right now, so it’ll have to wait till tomorrow or maybe even Sunday. I’ve been working like nonstop the past three weeks and I don’t even have my Pens to keep me energized. Don’t even get me started on irl relationships with people, I’m still upset. But yeah I’m hoping to be on it soon

Update: dreaming up yet another shinshi verse I can’t write cause I have too many WIPs and I just can’t. But I’m hoping to start the next chapter of the sibling verse before I have to actually get up and ready!

Update 2: I started the next chapter of the sibling verse but had to do some errands and now I’m tired again. I’m gonna nap then watch the mean girls movie then hopefully finish the chapter. We shall see (I did finish the chapter!). Alright, I should have the full day today besides football and airport run way late. So I’m hoping to pick back up on the valentines event, then midnight rain, then the pov series that’s taken me too damn long already to start *sigh but also I would like to read one of my book books too. I’m feeling so behind in everything, and while it’s cause I’ve been so busy. I just wish I could be more on top of things, but I’m only human and it’s been very exhausting existing lately. Most of it is still very filling and I really do truly love my new job but there’s so much I have to learn!

Update 3: irl continues to be a lot. I did not get to go about my day off the way I wanted. It ended up being way stressful, but on the bright side I booked another trip cause of course I did. Okay now I’m gonna try and write. The curse of my main character energy continues, please just let me live my filler episode dreams!!! 😭😭😭

I’m halfway through with the valentine event I think, and idk why I’m exhausted. But I guess I’ve had a long week and today was a lot also. I’m gonna take a nap before I have to go to the airport and pick someone up. Idk if I’ll get more writing done after, and any tomorrow but I will try. At the very least, I’m going to update either the sibling verse or midnights. I believe I’m caught up on comments now, I love when I get to read fics! But now it’s time for bed cause unfortunately I need to be a morning person. One more day off but it’s going to be very busy with rl stuff again *sigh hoping I get some writing done but I’m not holding my breath. Now excuse me while I continue to dream about this fic I have no intention of writing, it’s another memory loss one cause of course it is

Update 4: I’m about to go to sleep cause I need to be a morning person (yes I’m going to keep talking about this until it actually happens) but I think I’m done with the valentines event! Super short chapters so it wasn’t that hard to do, but I’m just glad I got it done! Now I can go back to working on my projects I wanna do once I get used to my schedule. Also I ended up updating the sibling verse instead of midnights cause of my time stamp thing, but I will try again tomorrow

#cynful babbles #I just feel like rl has been a lot and lots of ups and downs #almost too much for me to handle but luckily more good things than bad but it’s making me feel on edge

[heyitssashag]

It’s been another anticlimactic few days but that’s fine by me.

Yesterday, I met with a counsellor. I’ve talked with this person before but it’s been nearly 2 years. I had a lot to catch up on. I felt a lot better afterwards and she immediately made 2 more weekly appointments with me. She also gave me a few resources for support groups which I’ll look into next week.

I went to the beach after. Set up my little portable chair and brought my cup of chai tea. The beach was quiet and empty aside from the crash of the waves. The smell of seaweed was strong. I smoked a joint and stared off into space while I listened to the audiobook “Self Compassion” by Dr. Kristin Neff. I read it back in 2018 right after I was diagnosed with early stage breast cancer. There’s a lot of things that I’ve forgotten. The idea of “self compassion” originally sounded (to me) selfish, flaky and woo-woo but I found out quickly that it’s not. I find practicing self compassion has been effective. Especially since struggling with self-esteem issues my whole life.

Today, I went for a walk. Then I headed into town to pick up a few things and run some errands. Grabbed an early dinner to go for Ella and myself as well. Even though I can still walk fairly fast, I get pooped out so quickly. It’s frustrating… that’s where the self-compassion crap is helpful for me. lol.

Ella has their music therapy appointment in an hour so I’ll be setting them up for that. Tomorrow morning, I’ll be doing a music therapy session too and in the afternoon I’ll be doing a group art therapy workshop. So I’ll have lots of time to create.

I hate looking at my calendar. May is already full of appointments. Oncology, blood work, lung doctor (sleep study results), CT scan, counselling, pain clinic, dentist, neurosurgeon, port flush. Then there’s all my kid’s appointments. It’s like this every month. I could arrange to have some of these appointments on the same day, I suppose, but then it’s also nice to have a reason to get out of bed every morning. lol. I do miss working. Not crazy-60-hours-a-week like I once did… just a small part-time job where engaging with others doesn’t include talking about health issues. I’m holding onto that hope. Maybe after my surgery I’ll be able to do something like that.

Last night I watched the new John Mulaney - Baby J Netflix special. He had some pretty interesting, wild stories (as many addicts do). He kept my attention more as a storyteller rather than a comedian. It wasn’t as “ha ha ha” funny as his previous specials. That being said, I applaud his vulnerability and sharing some of the hard truths around what it’s like to be living with such a hardcore addiction.

I’m going to watch another comedy tonight and then try and finish up the Self Compassion audiobook. Dr. Neff has since put out a book called Fierce Self Compassion which I haven’t read yet but plan to once I’m done this one. I’m also starting to work my way through the workbook, too. I’ve had the workbook for a year and finally cracking it open now.

Oh, and I also got some new teas so I’m going to try those out, too. You know you’re old when you get excited about tea.

#metastatic breast cancer #blogging on my blog #my boring day #self compassion

[cats-mayhem]

What is Jack doing at night?

Ruggie needed Jack to Run an errand when the wolf should've been asleep, but he wasn't in his room and when Ruggie confronts the wolf about it in the morning, he lied and didn't give an answer when he was called out. So, Ruggie goes on a little mission to see what Jack could be hiding.

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Ruggie closed the door to Leona's room and walked down the stairs. He'd just finished cleaning up the lions room and was now on his way to his own room when he suddenly got a text from Azul about a package. Apparently, the Monstro Lounge is very busy, to the point where they don't have anyone to send on a simple errand like this. Ruggie sighed, he really didn't want to run around more than he already has today, he actually needed to do his homework otherwise Trien will be relentless at him tomorrow. Before texting back, Ruggie checked the time.

9:30

Perfect, he'll ask Jack to go do it instead. The wolf goes to bed in thirty minutes so he should be in his room. Ruggie continued his walk down the steps and made it to the door of the freshmen, and he knocked a few times. Normally, Jack would answer in a few seconds or yell something about being there in a minute if he's doing something. But this time there was no response at all. Knocking a few more times and calling out his name only for no response made Ruggie sigh. Maybe he's out in the lounge? So he went to the lounge. No Jack.

Where could he have gone to this late at night? Well, it wasn't late at night to Ruggie, but it was to Jack. Oh well, Ruggie supposes he could do it himself even though he didn't want to. He texted Azul saying he'd be there in a bit, but even after he's finished the small errand, he still couldn't spot Jack. He even checked the wolf's room at ten o'clock, the strict bedtime for him, and still no response. This peaked the hyena's interest a bit.

In the morning, Ruggie spotted Jack in the lounge, talking to some other Savannaclaw freshmen, so Ruggie decided to intervene.

"Hey Jack, can I ask you something real quick?" He called out a fair bit away, but the ears of a beastman picked it up easily. Jack glanced at Ruggie, and then back at the freshmen, the two said something before jack did a quick walk over to the hyena who nonchalantly but his hands behind his head.

"Yes? What is it?" Jack spoke, formally as ever.

"Just wondering. What were you doing last night around 9:30?"

Jack looked confused, "Uh... I was in my room, finishing up on some homework before going to bed."

Ruggie smirked, "Oh really? Because I went to your room last night, and you weren't there." Jack looked shocked, ears back for a moment that made Ruggie giggle a little, "So what were you actually doing?"

"Uh... Um. Nothing. Uh... Why were you at my door so late?"

Ruggie's eyebrows furrowed, "You're gonna have to be more confident if you want your topic changes to work on me."

"S-Sorry! It's just... Nothing. If you need me and can't find me, you can always just text me."

Ruggie just stared at Jack for a few moments, noting how Jack was a bit fidgety now that he brought up last night, a hand scratching the back of his head with a bit more agitation than usual. What was Jack hiding? He'd normally tell Ruggie the truth and nothing but the truth, but here he was lying. This piqued the hyena's curiosity. "Alright fine, I'll text you next time." Ruggie said and he walked off. He'll figure out what Jack's doing.

There were no upcoming events he could think of. No birthdays, no competitions, no major tests or exams coming up, nothing that stood out to Ruggie as a reason Jack would mess up his sleep schedule. It was such a curious thing too, since Jack sometimes makes comments on Leona's bad sleeping habits and how the lion should try and have a sleep schedule. Not in a rude way, of course. Ruggie was never one to really dig into the life of others unless they told him, but this time, Ruggie might dig in to see what Jack was up to. He was just a curious hyena, and if he catches Jack doing something he's not supposed to, then he'll have endless teasing (and blackmail) material for all to come. And lucky for him, he knows just where to start.

The late afternoon sun beamed upon a sweaty and overworked Spelldrive club. "That's a wrap for today." Leona said, and they all sighed with relief. The lion ran them through the ringer today and yet they still couldn't even score a point against him, as usual. Ruggie took a quick swig from his water bottle before laying eyes on the person he's been meaning to talk to today. He made a quick jog towards them.

"Hey, Epel, I got a question for ya."

"Hmm? Oh, what is it?" The Pomefiore student asked as he turned to face the hyena.

"Soooo you're friends with Jack, right?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Just wondering... Has Jack seemed a bit off to you today?"

Epel gave Ruggie a confused look, but then began to think for a moment. "Uh, not really? I mean, he's been yawning a bit more I guess."

"Why are you even paying attention to his yawns?"

"I wasn't, but he yawned like four times during lunch today. Says it was nothing."

"...Alright, thanks for telling me."

"What is this even about? Is Jack alright?"

"Dunno, but I'll find out. Keep this between you and me, alright?"

"Ok."

'Yawning a bit more, huh?' Ruggie thought as he looked outside the window of Leona's room, holding a basket of laundry. It was dark out, it was 9, but beastmen have great night vision, so it was nothing. 'Interesting...'

"Oi, what are you doing there starin' out m' window?" A voice called behind the hyena. Turning to see who it was, it was none other than the lion himself.

"Nothing." Ruggie stated, plopping the basket of fresh laundry down near the bed and sat on it. The hyena then picked out clothes in the basket and began to fold them, setting them near him on the bed. Ruggie sometimes liked to fold Leona's laundry on his bed, just to annoy the lion a little. He heard the lion climb into the bed, laying just behind Ruggie.

"You don't stare out the window with nothin' on yer mind." Leona grumbled.

Ruggie sighed, damn lion being perceptive. "Y'know, Jack's been acting suspicious today."

"Mmm?"

"Yeah, last night I went to his room, and he wasn't there, not even at his bedtime. When I asked him today, he just lied to my face and said he was in his room doing homework. Weird ain't it? Asked Epel if anything weird happened and he said Jack's been yawning more often and brushing it off as nothin'." Ruggie blabbered on, assuming Leona would just pass out as soon as he realized it was nothing he cared about.

"Jack of all people huh? Weird."

Ruggie wasn't expecting Leona to respond, but he just shrugged, "Yeah. Tryin' figure out what's with him." Ruggie then just added more folded shirts to the pile he was making.

"Why don't you follow him?"

"I'm not Rook, Leona." Ruggie giggled, and got a small happy scoff from Leona.

"Well, I don't really care what he's up to. If you wanna find out, do it yerself."

Ruggie got an idea, and a grin formed on his face. He turned to see Leona with his eyes closed, but not yet asleep. "You don't care about Savannaclaw's model student?"

"Nope."

"Okay then, but if I find out what's going on, I won't tell you~." Leona opened a green eye and glared at Ruggie. The hyena knew how to press the lion's buttons. "Shyeeheehee! You do care!"

"Shut up, I don't give a fuck. Jus' don't like you hidin' shit from me." Leona growled.

"Whatever you say. Anyway, wanna see if we can catch him in the act? I think he leaves around this time. I mean I don't know how often he goes out. But like, one way to find out, right? Shyeeheehee."

Leona groaned, he talked himself into this. Should've just slept.

At about 9:25, Jack left the dorm, thinking he went unnoticed, he walked to the back of the dorm. Unbeknownst to him though, two beastmen stalked him through the shadows. Leona and Ruggie trailed Jack, just a bit behind him. "This is so stupid." Leona mumbled. "Hey, you recommended this in the first place!" Ruggie whisper yelled. Leona just flicked Ruggie in the head and kept following the wolf.

The three walked for a while. They walked past the dorm, and to the grassy field behind it. Leona and Ruggie actually had to crouch down and be way more sneaky then they intended to. Blending into the grass and hiding behind trees. Ruggie began to wonder if this was a bit much, but at the same time, he was so curious. What was Jack doing all the way out here? Literally no one was around here, actually, Ruggie's pretty sure no one has really came over here. There was nothing but grass and trees, and an occasional small pond. The two stopped when Jack went over to a nearby tree and got something out of his pocket, his phone, and set it on the ground. Leona and Ruggie watched from behind the tree, and heard Jack mutter something.

"Unleash the Beast."

Ruggie's eyes widened as Jack used his signature spell to transform into a giant silver wolf, still taller than Leona. Jack then crouched low, and after a few beats of silence, he launched off in a dash with a boom. Ruggie watched in awe as Jack jumped high over the small ponds that dotted the land, going at what had to be at least 35 MPH. Ruggie just watched the silver wolf dash around the savanna, a mere blur that blended with the light of the waning moon.

"What th'fuck is he even doin'?" Leona asked, still in a low mumble. Ruggie just shrugged, "Maybe he's just excising?" Leona scoffed at the answer.

The two watched Jack run around for about ten minutes without pause. Eventually, Jack ran back to the tree he placed his phone near, and just plopped on the grass, and rolled around in it, panting a bit. Ruggie used all of his willpower to not laugh at how stupid Jack was acting now. But then, Jack sniffed the air, and everything stopped. He got off the grass, and sniffed again, in the direction of where Leona and Ruggie were hiding. After, another moment of silence before Jack transformed back to normal.

"L-Leona?! Ruggie?! What are you two doing behind the tree?" Jack asked, raising his voice a little from shock. Ruggie and Leona just looked at each other and shrugged, and came out of hiding, facing Jack.

"You could sniff us out couldn't ya pup?" Leona chuckled, he had a slight smirk on.

"L-Listen, my sense of smell is better in wolf form. Anyway, what are you guys doing here?"

"We could be asking the same thing to you, y'know? What are you doing running around here?" Ruggie had a mischievous grin, he was having the time of his life.

"I-, you guys saw all of that?"

"Every bit." Leona chimed in.

"Why? Why did you follow me here?"

Ruggie scoffed, "Maybe it's because you were acting so suspicious this morning. If you told me you were just running around, I wouldn't have followed you here."

"...You were worried about me?"

Ruggie was caught off guard by Jack's question. "Wh-What? Worried? No, I wasn't worried." But his statement was dismissed with a small chuckle from Leona. "Sure you weren't." Leona teased. Ruggie shot him "Shut up! You literally came here because you gave a fuck." Ruggie stated, making the lion scowl in response, but before he could say anything, Jack chimed in. "Heh. Well, whatever the reason, sorry it bothered you enough to come follow me." Jack had a small smile, it's clear that he thought Ruggie and Leona cared for him.

"Th'fuck were you even doin' out here? Usin' yer signature spell and runnin' around like that." Leona put the topic back on track, Ruggie grinned, excited to here whatever reason Jack was out here.

"It's nothing important. Not anything you guys would care about anyways." Jack just scratched the back of his head and looked away.

"Care or not, we need an explanation. Can't just leave us hangin' y'know?" Ruggie was trying to hold back his laughter, knowing it's probably for some kiddie reason.

"I uh... Fine." Jack sighed, "Winter break is coming up. When I first discovered my signature spell a few years back, I'd let my siblings climb on me and run through the woods with them on my back. They thought it was the coolest thing whenever I'd jump over the rivers n' stuff. But I haven't done something like that since I started Night Raven, so I just wanted to make sure I was prepared before I went back." Jack mumbled, but there was a sense of pride behind his words.

"So yer basically a trained dog is whatcha sayin'?" Leona commented, erupting a loud hyena laugh from Ruggie. Jack merely crossed his arms, brows furrowed, "I am NOT a dog! I'm a wolf!" Jack barked back at the comment, eliciting a devious chuckle from the lion. Jack then glared over to Ruggie, still dying of laughter, "Oi, and this is why I didn't tell you earlier. You would've just made fun of me."

Eventually, Ruggie caught his breath, "I ain't makin' fun of you. I actually think it's a little sweet that you allow your siblings to ride you, would do the same for the kids back in slums if I had your signature spell."

"Maybe I'll make you a course for you to practice more efficiently." Both were caught off guard by Leona, looking at him with shocked eyes. "What? Jack's signature spell isn't normal. It's a free transformation, and the only way he'll use it right is through trainin'. Who knows, it might be useful for us in the future."

"You don't have to so that sir-" Was all Jack got to say before he was cut off by the hyena. "You should totally do that! Watching Jack was fun. Never seen him in his wolf form before." Jack just glanced at Ruggie, "Yes you have?" He said, referencing the time Leona overblotted. "If you're talking about that time, I'll have you know I was only half conscious, I only saw a white blur." Ruggie said nonchalantly, to which all Jack could do is nod.

"Hmm... Maybe I will. Maybe I'll make it in front of the dorm so everyone can see." Leona smirked.

"D-Don't do that! I don't like using my spell in crowded places."

"Why's that?" Ruggie asked.

"Uh... Sensory overload. My senses are heightened a lot in that form, but that's also a weakness."

Leona scoffed, "Thought so. Alright, I'll make it here then."

"Are you serious about making me something like this? You really don't have to."

"Why not? The construction crew gives me a reason to skip class n' sleep, gets Ruggie off my back for a bit too."

"Leona! You can't keep missing classes. You're gonna get held back again." Ruggie exclaimed.

"See what I mean?"

Jack just nodded. His dormleaders lazy attitude is something he would've commented on, if his phone didn't ring just now. He bent down and picked it up. "Ah, it's ten, time for me to go to bed."

"Oh! That reminds me. Epel says you've been yawning more, whys that?" Ruggie asked.

"I just sleep here in wolf form and wake up earlier to get back to the dorm."

"Man, that spell is some real privilege." Ruggie sighed.

Leona yawned, "M' tired, going back to the dorm."

"Oh! Right, I still need to fold the laundry. Later Jack!"

Jack just gave his seniors a way before sighing to himself. That was really embarrassing.

#twisted wonderland #twst jack #jack howl #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #twst leona #epel felmier #twst epel

[ckmstudies]

I posted 2,518 times in 2022

That's 2,518 more posts than 2021!

127 posts created (5%)

2,391 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 2,402 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#queue up - 2,082 posts

#study - 109 posts

#mine - 107 posts

#study motivation - 106 posts

#studyblr - 106 posts

#heydilli - 106 posts

#study inspiration - 104 posts

#college - 104 posts

#studying - 100 posts

#student - 98 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#now all i have left to do is write my psych paper and make the final presentation then film myself giving the presentation and turn it in

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

47/100

I know that if I start studying for Latin earlier in the week I would do better but we just move so fast that by the time I've learned something we've moved on. Today our quiz was on a video she emailed us on Wednesday night. I'm pretty sure I made a B but there's just no time to study for something like that that quickly.

Looking forward to the weekend but not looking forward to exams next week.

273 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

Day 16/100

Made it to the coffee shop! I got a cold brew and a yogurt parfait and then got in over two hours of accounting work! After the coffee shop, I went and ran errands, watched two episodes of Russian Doll and two episodes of Criminal Minds, and ended the day by going to my college's football game. Sadly we lost by three but I enjoyed watching the game and getting to hang out with my friends :)

277 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#3

24/100

I don't know if it's because I had two coffees today or if it's because I'm sick but I have been so dizzy all day. I hope I'm over this sickness soon. The good news is that my throat no longer hurts!!

Today I had social psychology and advanced accounting. In accounting I got my exam from last week back and ended up making a 102! It was the 2nd highest score in the class so I'm pretty darn happy about that. Tomorrow I have a Latin exam and so I went to a Latin study session and then obsessively wrote every possible way to write a noun or a verb over and over again for two hours in the hopes of having it memorized by tomorrow. Luckily going to the study session means I'll get five bonus points on the exam which gives me some wiggle room to make mistakes.

Here's another shot of my school's library. I love taking pictures of the library especially since my room and desk are a mess and I don't have the motivation to clean it lol. Maybe later this week I'll get it cleaned up. Hope everyone is having a good week so far!!

345 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

51/100

Back in the library! I could not focus or stay awake while trying to study for my developmental psych exam tomorrow. So I called it quits after about an hour and decided I’d go to bed early and wake up early tomorrow. But we’ll see if that actually happens haha.

It’s officially cold. Last week we had highs of 85°F/29°C and now it’s 33°F/0°C and that’s just too drastically different. To the library tonight I wore sweat pants over my leggings as well as a tee shirt, a sweat shirt, and a jacket. If I had a hat I’d put that on too but alas. At least I’ll get to wear a sweater tomorrow!

Good luck to everyone this upcoming week :)

551 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

08/100

Another productive day! I went to the gym this morning for a light workout, went to both my classes, studied in the campus library for almost two hours, and then went to dinner with friends. I'm currently watching an episode of "The Sandman" and then it'll be back to studying. So overall, a very pleasant day!

826 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

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[threechaptersondusk]

"Hey, Shixiong! I made some scallion pancakes; you want some?"

The afternoon sun was already cooling in this late autumn, dusk inching ever faster upon the world. A gust swept across the open area of the Guiyun Sect Main Hall courtyard, its icy edge scraping painfully across exposed skin. And then there was Lan En, hurrying over from the kitchen bringing a paper bag's worth of scallion pancakes, the piece in his hand still steaming. Yang Ziqin stopped to wait, an easy smile on his face.

"Don't mind if I do," he said with a grin. Lan En stopped right beside him and held out the bag, and Yang Ziqin stuck his hand in, hissing a bit when the snack proved to be this side of too hot. After he adjusted his pinch, though, he fished one out and bit into it. "Oh! You changed the recipe a bit."

"Yeah. I messed up a bit last time and I'm not reconciled," Lan En said. "Is it good?"

Savory snacks had always been more to Yang Ziqin's taste, and this was one of his favorites. Tiny flakes of the deep fried pastry fell from the crunch, clumsily kept contained by a cupped hand, but in the end he gave up and simply popped the rest of the pancake into his mouth. Lan En snickered as he winced from the heat releasing straight onto his tongue, but he fortuitously chewed on.

"It's delicious as always, but the crispiness is better this time," Yang Ziqin affirmed, fanning his mouth a bit. A grin was stretched wide on his face, though, and his eyes were bright. Lan En cheered.

"Sweet! Next time we can bring these for our trip to Yuhua, then. You're coming for that, right? Mengqing has to run some errands for Jiejie so she can't make it, and I really need to get all those Water Essences while my silkworms are cocooning. I spent way too much time looking at the calendar today, trying to figure out where I can cram a visit to Yuhua. I really don't want to go alone, it's way too lonely. Please say you're up for this."

"You have to balance so many things, huh," Yang Ziqin mused. "It's been hard work for you, Shidi. Don't worry, I'll be there. Tomorrow afternoon?"

Lan En nodded. "I just need to take care of some stuff earlier in the day. It'll be just a quick run, we'll go straight for the oversized blue lizards and give them a good beating. Let's try to get all five in one trip."

"Sounds good to me. I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

As Yang Ziqin straightened up and adjusted his tousled clothes, Lan En pulled out a pancake and shoved the rest of the paper bag at him. When he looked up with a questioning look, Lan En was already waving as he walked away.

"Toll fee so you can safely bypass Gou Wa later! You're welcome!"

And right after, not heeding the lesson Yang Ziqin had just learned in front of his very eyes, he tried to pop the thing straight into his mouth, hissing and cursing when it proved to be too hot.

…Yang Ziqin snickered.

#Immortal Life #how could I know the extent of grace

[editorialsonlife]

My brain hurts and I am so tired and I’m so over this rollercoaster.

The good news: dads still alive! Stubborn fucker refuses to follow medical advice and die in the 10 day window they gave him. Excellent, happy to have you round longer, good times. He’s been moved out of CCU and into the surgical ward since he no longer needs intensive care which is excellent. Has a better view from those rooms too, even better. We love a good biophilic response.

The not so good news: he’s got a 9cm infection in his abdomen so is going back in for more surgery tomorrow. It’s unrelated to the original surgery and appears to be unrelated to the cancer so who the fuck knows. He also has a lot of fluid in his abdomen and now on his lungs as well so he’s quite wheezy.

The mindfuck: we’re just stuck on this rollercoaster for who knows how long now? He’s not out of the woods yet (infections, the original ‘shingles’ rash is spreading and they still don’t know what it is) but by all accounts he seems to be recovering from the surgery very well and the surgeons are largely pleased with everything. Assuming the same upward trajectory, once he’s fully healed from the surgery he might get chemo? Who the fucking fuck knows.

The constant mental whiplash is so hard. He was Fkn terrible on Saturday, spiked a fever of 38.8 overnight fri/Saturday, but today when we saw him he was bright and cheerful? You just don’t know what’s happening and they’re not doing any further investigation on the cancer until he can get treated for it so I think that’s the end of the month. Will he love that long? Who the fuck knows. Not me. Not him. What’s his current life expectancy? Who the fuck knows. Not me.

I’ve come home for the evening to drop Dave back since he has to go back to work tomorrow. I’ll dial into a couple of phone calls for work tomorrow morning and then run a bunch of errands and go from there back up to whanganui to look after mum. Try and do some decent work from there as well I think. Who knows. I’m just so tired. Glad Jess and Rob are back in Wellington so she’ll stop riling mum up all the time. It’s rough.

I drove up my drive today and this life here in Wellington feels so alien to me. It’s weird.

[klcthebookworm]

03 November 2023 Metrics

Previous Word Count: 53,375 New Words: 510 Total words for the first draft: 53,885 NaNo 2023 Cumulative Word Count: 2820 What I Accomplished in the Narrative Today: I finished up the confrontation between Robert and Sagara, then returned back to what has turned into the Strix and Alexander fight scene. The Fave Line for this set of words took a long time to come up with. Fave line: You parasitic antediluvian! What Else I Accomplished Today: So I didn’t start off the day with a writing sprint, which I missed later on in the day when the words were fighting me. Then I started the errands to solve Harris County flagging me for toll road usage. First stop was the DMV, which did confirm that the license plate flagged had been the one on the Dodge Stratus and I canceled it when I traded it on October 31, 2018. But they couldn’t print anything off to prove that. And since I had no paperwork that I can find, they sent me to Supreme Toyota. I was a wee bit before 9am and when the finance department arrived, who would have the paperwork I needed. “Go sit in the waiting area and I’ll come get you when one comes in.” I very promptly got distracted by the mobile game and didn’t surface for air until after 10am. The finance department could at least give me the trade-in sales page, but I don’t know if that will work. I at least have the Dodge’s VIN so I can possibly get it from the DMV if the toll people don’t like that one. Then Walmart didn’t have all the litter I bought curbside and that was an ordeal. Then the car decided I didn’t need neutral when I was in the car wash and that almost wrecked the system. And then I lost my shit that I had held onto with all the other setbacks. I went to lunch and then picked up recipe ingredients at Rouses. Made it home and tried to work on words and chores with limited success on both. I did manage to rotate the mattress and make the bed in clean sheets and now getting all the words into NaNo tracking so tomorrow is a new day. What I'm looking forward to: Rachael says we have to word vomit. Stop trying to make a full coherent draft, that will come later. Make the words now. Looking forward to trying that out tomorrow. What I'm not looking forward to: All the bleeding chores that must get done tomorrow along with words. And the void babies distracting my writing time.

#my writing #original fiction #my wip #nanowrimo #nano 2023 #metrics

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 18: Cafe; Walk

I think I’ve reached a new level of drop-dead tired. I went to get my customary Friday-afternoon coffee after work, and then after that B and I met up and took his dog on a walk around the campus area and so on. It was nice but I got so little sleep last night and I’m so tired and I’m so… the energy that I need to replenish in solitude in my introverted way has totally run out and then some, emergency lights on. I was going to go to the DMV tomorrow. I was going to go to the DMV just by myself and then B suggested we hang out on Saturday and offered to go with me to the DMV, and then today he asked to hang out, because he had totally forgotten about tomorrow, as he does. So now he’s like semi-backing out because he needs to do stuff to prepare to go back to work. WHICH, like, I totally get. I mean I’m not that keen to hang out more myself, mostly because as I said, I need some Me Time. I just don’t know when I’ll see him again because he’s going to be so busy with the school year soon, so I was willing to rearrange plans. Now, though, I’m…. rethinking everything. I don’t know if I’m up for the DMV. The thing is… I have spent the last couple weekends in my apartment and it would probably be a good idea to go out again. And I need to get my license renewed, so that would be 2 birds etc. But I feel right now like there’s a real argument to be made for staying in. I have stuff I need to do around the apartment, and I am way, WAY, behind on my writing, and I think resting and being creative would be good for me, better than dragging myself around on errands. Also my feet hurt really bad. Partly from the walking but honestly mostly from stress.

I know I do this to myself so this isn’t really a complaint but less than 5 hours sleep, I think, then a full day of work that I’m already hazy on, honestly about 2 hours at the café (because I arrived earlier and stayed later than usual) and an hour plus walk… I’m also starting to overthink literally everything I said to B and all the stuff we talked about. We’re old enough friends now that I don’t do that often so I think that I’m in this mood is a sign that I’m just… completely wrung out, left washed up on the shore.

I’ll see how I feel tomorrow. I realize all of this is just my trying to justify putting off the DMV.

I just looked up the hours. They close at noon on Saturday. So. I think that’s a no lmao. I mean like I could do that, it’s not literally impossible, but I would have to make an effort to get up, get ready, and get out early; I can’t just mosey in at some point in the afternoon when I feel up to it. I’ll need to prepare better. Alternately, take an hour or two off work in the afternoon and do it then, a thought that had previously crossed my mind and which is VERY tempting. Something to think about. Totally closed on Sunday so that’s that on that.

I think… I need to sleep, FIRST off. Still a little uncertain about the rest of the weekend but I know I want/need to write, that’s the first priority, and we’ll see how the rest of it goes. During my café time I didn’t do any useful sort of fic planning, because I didn’t have my regular notebook and I didn’t want useful notes to get lost, so I just did this sort of fantastical meta planning about stuff I could write/post for Halloween. It’s a tempting thought.

(Troped Timeloop first though.)

#the year 2023 #2023: rl

[calamityandme]

Good day I think

I have had a touch of emotional sensitivity, but overall it’s been a nice day. I was able to sleep in.

Danny and I went to do some errands this morning. Then I was able to pay our water bill and Danny paid our minimum on the Internet bill. It feels good to not have those things looming over us.

I was also able to purchase a skirt for my engagement photo shoot happening sometime eventually.

I finished my cat hammock I was working on. I am kind of working on another crochet project. Something small. I don’t know what it is yet. Just crocheting and seeing what I make.

I started to watch The Notebook for the first time but the app I was streaming it on crashed lol. I guess I’m not destined to watch it today.

I have been overwhelmed by the flies in our house. Our sink is attracting them. There’s a couple sinks full of dishes and it stinks, flies are very drawn to it. Danny is going to do dishes tomorrow he said. I really hope he does most or all of them. I’m very sensitive to smells lately and the kitchen is making me nervous. I don’t want flies all around when our families visit.

Now I’m trying to find something else to watch, winding down before going to bed.

I work in the morning. I’m going to try to make tomorrow be a me day after I work. Maybe I’ll do laundry. Idk.

#journal #diary #diary posting #blog #blogging

[myqueenmarceline]

Siren Song Chapter 23: No More Time

Summary: Bonnibel meets with her supervisor, and learns that she will have even less time than she had anticipated.

Warnings: none

Thank you to @nebula-gaster for beta reading!

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18990040/chapters/119148982

Read it from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18990040/chapters/45092713

“I’m sorry,” Bonnibel said, watching the traffic around them roll past. “I tried to leave a note, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Finn sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter with his good hand. “I don’t understand you, Bonnibel. Aren’t you worried about yourself? You didn’t even know what was wrong with you until you went to the doctor. Why in the hell would you go back out into the ocean?”

She hesitated. She was concerned for herself on some level, she was just far more concerned for Marceline. She couldn’t tell that to Finn, though. “Probably not to the degree you are. It’s a character flaw I am aware of. It’s usually a benefit in my field; continuing to work no matter how bad I’m feeling gets me ahead of others.”

On the bright side, she had gone with Finn to see a doctor this morning. The doctor had found that if she did have a concussion, it was too mild to be detected by their equipment. She had some bruises, but those could simply be treated with ice and over-the-counter medicine. Her headache was likely due to dehydration, and she had picked up a package of electrolyte drinks and extra water from the store next to the doctor’s office. The only other recommendation was bed rest, and she would try her best to follow that once she was able to drop anchor back where she was supposed to be.

Finn scoffed, and she shrank back in her seat. She wasn’t sure if she would consider him a friend, but he was a good person. She valued his opinion, and he clearly held a negative one of her right now.

“Well you have to start looking out for yourself sometime, man. At least Jake and I keep an eye on each other. You don’t have anyone to tell you when to rest or slow down. I’ve seen guys like you work, and they always burn out by 30.”

She nodded. There were several fundamental differences between a hard labour industry like fishing and academia, but she could appreciate the point being made.

“I will try my best to find someone who can keep me in check.” Bonnibel glanced down at her phone, and saw she had an email notification.

“We’re going back out tomorrow. We’ll come with you,” Finn said, then leaned on the horn as someone drove through the intersection ahead of them. “Hey, that was a red fucking light!”

She didn’t look up. She had opened her email. She stared at the message, reading it over and over.

We need to meet today. This is non-negotiable. I have cleared my schedule at 3pm your time. If this does not work, get back to me immediately.

The message had been sent more than two hours ago, just before Bonnibel had stepped into the doctor’s office. She had less than 30 minutes to log on for their meeting. Louisa didn’t do casual meetings, but the tone of this email was even more urgent than usual, so it must really be a crisis.

She looked up, suddenly very aware that they were at least 10 minutes away from the docks. They had only been planning to load up her boat, but having the meeting in the relative privacy of the cabin would be much better than waiting until she was back at Finn and Jake’s apartment.

“My supervisor needs to meet with me, it’s urgent.” Her voice was a bit stiff, and she hoped Finn didn’t ask her about it.

It seemed that Finn had the patience of a saint. “Okay, sure. Do you want me to load the stuff from the trunk while you do that?”

She wasn��t used to feeling so guilty, and she only felt worse now. “No, that’s too much. I can do it after the meeting. I just need to do this first. I’m sorry, you can go run some other errands if you need to.”

“It’s fine, you’re supposed to rest. I’ll load everything into the hull and then wait for you in here,” Finn said. He turned on the radio, and rock music blared out loudly for a moment before he quickly lowered the volume. “Sorry. This is really good though.” He began bobbing his head, humming along as he weaved through two lanes of traffic in a way that had her clutching her seatbelt.

When her heart felt like it wasn’t about to stop, she replied. “No, you don’t have to wait. I can find my own way back. I don’t know how long this meeting will be. I’ve already inconvenienced you enough.”

"It's no trouble, Bonnibel." Finn patted her with his prosthetic, then quickly moved his hand back to the gearshift. "I've waited longer for Jake before. I'll be fine."

She wanted to fight back, but she could tell that would only cause more tension between them. Maybe it was better to just give in. “Thank you, Finn.”

Instead she looked out of the window, keeping her eyes on the road. They finally got to the docks, and she leaped out of the truck. She almost collided directly with a dockhand, and she apologized over her shoulder as she hurried to her boat.

She headed into her cabin and closed the door. After a moment of thought, she locked it. Finn could access the storage hold from the deck, and she wanted to have some privacy, though it was possible Finn could still hear her through the walls.

With two minutes to spare, she opened Skype. She checked everything over once, then took a deep breath. The request popped up, and she quickly accepted it.

“Hello?” Bonnibel asked, moving a bit closer to her desk.

Louisa sat in her office, and she was actually glaring at Bonnibel. She had only ever seen that stormy expression directed at other students when they did something really wrong. “Bonnibel. I know you’ve been lying to me.”

Her heart dropped, but she tried to keep a neutral expression. “I’m sorry?”

Louisa sighed. She didn’t like repeating herself. “Your email was a lie. I was called when they found your boat. I know you weren’t on it, and you came ashore some time later. What happened?”

Bonnibel hesitated. Would it look better or worse if she said she willingly went on to someone else’s boat? She hadn’t prepared any excuses, and she couldn’t think of one that sounded better than falling off of the boat.

“Tell me the truth,” Louisa ordered.

Well, Bonnibel could give her the version of the truth she’d given to Finn. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was worth explaining. I fell off the stern, and wasn’t able to get back on the boat. I drifted for a bit, then was picked up. I wasn’t able to land in the town I normally dock in, so it took me an extra day to get back to the boat. I wasn’t in the water for long.”

Louisa was stunned. That wasn’t a good sign. “You fell off? How?”

She looked away and winced, rubbing her shoulder and the back of her neck. “I slipped. I wasn’t paying attention. I hit my shoulder, and I wasn’t able to swim fast enough to grab the railing and pull myself up again.”

“Have you seen a doctor?”

Bonnibel nodded, dropping her hand back down to her lap again. “Yes, there’s nothing broken or sprained. I’m just a bit dehydrated.”

“Do you have a copy of that diagnosis? You’ll need to submit your records to the board of ethics, and to the insurance to be compensated.”

She shook her head. “I just have a small note. I don’t need compensation though, the visit was quite cheap.”

Louisa sighed. “Well, you still need to register the accident. I’ll send over the forms you need to fill out. You can submit three copies directly to the department once you’re back.”

Bonnibel nodded, but she felt like she was missing something.

“Let me know what the flights look like. There’s a few hundred extra dollars of funding available, so even if a direct flight costs more, I can cover the price. Tomorrow’s flight will be full, but I’m sure you can find something in the next couple of days. I’ll speak to my colleagues working on the Cherry Barb project, and we’ll find someone to come in and replace you soon.”

Bonnibel jerked in her seat, nearly jumping out of it. “Replace me? Why? This—this is just a temporary setback! I’m fine! I had one bad day, and I’m feeling much better now.”

“No. Bubblegum, I need you to listen to what I am saying.” Louisa said firmly, glaring at Bonnibel. “You are getting too wrapped up in this project. It’s only a summer internship. You haven’t mentioned anything about your research progress for your thesis in more than a month, and you didn’t even make it to the last group research meeting. You were distracted during our last one-on-one. You’re alone on that boat, aren’t you? I am not risking your health over this, and I won’t let you make any stupid decisions. You’ve only got one year left to finish your thesis, there’s no dropping out now.”

She tried to protest, but Louisa cut her off. “I don’t care if I have to come down there and drag you back myself. My word on this is final.” Louisa attempted to look sympathetic, which was somehow even worse. “You put in a good effort, Bonnibel, but it’s time to let go. I’ll make sure your contribution is recognized, and you can even get a say in the final paper. But I’m telling you, you’ve got to come back.”

Bonnibel looked down, grabbing the edges of her lab coat and squeezing it as hard as she could. She knew that she couldn’t fight Louisa on this. She was strict, and she would make Bonnibel’s life hell if she kept fighting back. Usually Louisa’s strong opinions gave her much-needed direction in her research, but today they only gave Bonnibel a bitter taste in her mouth.

“I understand. I’ll start looking into flights tonight.”

Louisa smiled. “Thank you, Bonnibel. You’re a good student. I’ll see you soon.”

“Goodbye.” Bonnibel’s hand was shaking as she clicked the button to end the call.

She covered her mouth, raising her legs up and hugging them to her chest. One of the tears that had been welling in her eyes ran down her cheek. She stifled a cry, not wanting to draw Finn’s attention if he was still outside. She had no time left, she really had to leave Marceline now. It was one of the worst things she had ever felt, and Bonnibel just wanted to curl into herself and disappear.

#bubbline fanfic #bubbline fanfiction #bubbline #adventure time #adventure time fanfiction #adventure time fanfic #atimers #atimers fanfiction #atimers fanfic #sugarless gum fanfic #sugarless gum #sugarless gum fanfiction #marceline/princess bubblegum #princess bubblegum/marceline #marceline the vampire queen #marceline the vampire queen fanfiction #princess bubblegum #princess bubblegum fanfiction #siren song #mutual pining #slow burn #mermay #mermaid #mermaid au #siren au #my writing #my stuff #my fanfiction #my fanfic #bubbline au

[heyitssashag]

My parents had contractors coming into our suite again so the kid and I left early to run a few errands. Unfortunately, my errands only took about 30 minutes and we had to think of something else to do.

We went for lunch and I had a turkey wrap with lots of veggies. The kid had a clubhouse sandwich. I also had to go to the post office. We peeked around a few stores. I also decided to bite the bullet and invest in some vitamins. I hate buying vitamins. Most of the time your body doesn’t absorb them and you just wind up with expensive pee. So why did I buy some this time? Well, I’m going back on the bone strengthening iv medication. I need a decent calcium supplement for that as it removes it from your blood. I haven’t been very consistent with taking one because I knew I was getting enough in my diet. Plus, taking a calcium supplement is a pain in the ass. It binds to your other medications so you have to remember to take them a few hours later (or before) and I always forget and blah blah blah. The Cancer Agency strongly recommends me taking calcium so I’ll be going back on it.

I also got iron and B12. I had to take iron back-in-the-day because my ferritin levels were like 3 and I had days where I felt like I could just curl up on the floor at work and pass out. I was anemic because I was running a ton, a vegan and menstruating. None of which I am doing now. Currently, I’m low on both because of the medications I’m on. So I’m not sure if this will even help. Not to mention, taking an iron supplement takes months and months to kick in. It’s painfully slow watching those numbers creep back up to the “normal” range again. (I think it took close to 6 months last time.) Iron can also bind to other medications too, so it’s a pain in the ass to schedule when to take it so it doesn’t interfere with my drugs. But, I’m going to try. I guess I’ll need to have various alarms for when I should take everything. B12 is a little different. Taking an injection is the best way to go. It kicks in within a few days. Orally, it takes a few weeks. I used to take B12 (or a B complex solution) regularly as well. Anyway, that’s my big soapbox speech about vitamins for today. 😂 I’m not a doctor and it’s always best to talk to a health care professional when deciding on taking a new vitamin or supplement.

After that, the kid and I had a nice walk and then we sat in the sun for a bit in lounge chairs close to the water.

It got hot fast out there so we decided to go see a movie called Past Lives. I didn’t think I could last for a whole movie. Our local movie theatre seats suck but we got there early and grabbed a couple of spots in the back row so I could kind of “sprawl” out. It’s a tiny theatre and luckily, not too many people were there.

I took a 1/4 of a pain pill to help me get through it. The movie was subtitled and the the first thing the kid said to me when it started was, “Can you read that?” Luckily, it was big enough so I could. lol. I didn’t have my glasses. The movie itself was one of those artsy fartsy flicks with unique camera angles and long pauses within the dialogue. I did enjoy it. The kid wasn’t as enthralled with the storyline but I didn’t mind it.

I also finally got my results back for my tumour markers. They’re stable. Like, the same as they were 2 months ago. I know my CT results came back and I haven’t heard anything either which is a good sign. lol. Tumour marker tests have been a good measurement for me when things are going well (or bad). So, this is a relief. I’ll know more next week with what might be going on in my sacroiliac region. Could just be arthritis. The rest of my family is riddled with it - maybe it’s my turn.

I’ve managed to get out 2 days in a row for long-ish days. Tomorrow I have to take the kid to an appointment into the city so it’ll also be a long-ish day, again. For now, I’m going to make a cup of tea, get the kid ready for their music therapy session and I’m going to read my book.

#metastatic breast cancer #man i’m tired #I’m going to bed early tonight #blogging on my blog