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katsutora · 1 year
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— DIAL
ft. isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin ; nagi seishiro ; bachira meguru ; itoshi sae
summary: call routine with them
note: i’ve seen some shit bro. being on this hell-site changes you fr. tag system is an absolute bullshit too. i can’t link jackshit. wow too many “shit” mentioned. shit.
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⚘ ISAGI YOICHI
ㅤㅤcalls you at a sensible hour if you haven’t agreed on a specific time. he knows your schedule by heart so don’t worry because he won’t bother you in the middle of work, etc. if you do have a call schedule, then he’ll make sure to call at exactly that time. can be very punctual about this and will start seeing everyone as bowling pins once he realizes he’s gonna be a minute late. they don’t call him a STRIKEr for nothing. will listen and rant equally! he always has interesting stories; wbk being in a call with isagi is never boring. also expect his teammates popping up in the background because of course they want to bonk him in the head after running them over know the person who can temporarily turn him into chigiri. ah yes, the furious yelling ambient noise, a classic. “isagi yoichi istg—” “get your ass back in here wtf was that about?!” “you have a competition, princess.” “EVERYONE STFU!!!” never fails to make you giggle. bonus: screenshots you laughing because he adores you sm <3
⚘ ITOSHI RIN
ㅤㅤhe has a routine and you’re in it: three times a day; square meal style. his early calls are short and mostly consist of “good morning”, “have you had breakfast yet”, and “take care”; (borrowing his word) lukewarm shit like that. i love you. even though he usually prefaces his afternoon/evening calls with “i pressed it on accident” (back to back for months straight? yea sure), it’s clearly an excuse because he just wants to hear your voice but his pride isn’t letting him. i love you. it has also recently been brought up to his attention that he can’t seem to sleep peacefully without hearing your voice first. so tell him something, anything, or don’t. he’ll settle with just the comfortable silence after a “hello”. it’s also the only time of the day he’ll say it loud and clear: “i love you”.
⚘ NAGI SEISHIRO
ㅤㅤwhat’s a timezone? it can be in the middle of the day after practice or he can randomly hit you up at 2am after losing yet another round of game. acts out of impulse: when he misses you that’s when he calls you. it’s mostly video calls too! props up his phone so you can see choki his beloved but gets so pouty when you open up the conversation with “how’s choki?” before he can even show you the cactus lmao. “y’re supposed to be asking about me ( ´•︵•` )” he loooves long calls too (re: letting you watch him play without him saying a word whatsoever and no he did not lose track of time + the game after dedicating his next win to you?). is absolutely against ending it unless you really need to go. rip your phone battery.
⚘ BACHIRA MEGURU
ㅤㅤyou’re like an emergency call button but for whenever there’s something crazy going on. his living diary. a breathing, talking, and confused log entry. that being said, he contacts you at least once a day without a fail. well, that’s actually an understatement because he keeps calling then hanging up after telling you one (1) sentence?? “chigiri just ran me over; ok bye!” “my mom painted something inspired by you; later!” “rin-chan just said we’re all lukewarm, boo— ow, ouch!” gotta rely on his teammates to inform you about his well-being because calling him back is no use. “meguru?” “[unintelligible] [intense fighting ensues]” it’s fine, he makes up for it by showing up at your door later in the day. you think it’ll be funny if you close the door as soon as he finishes a sentence? “hi!!” [door closing] “h-wha- you won’t believe what happened today—” [door closing #2] “?? ok so it wasn’t chigiri who ran me over but isag—” imagine doing this after every sentence to teach him a lesson lmfao.
⚘ ITOSHI SAE
ㅤㅤhonestly? in the middle of a fucking interview because man is so unhinged i tell you. “so sae, are you ready for the next match?” ugh, this is so boring. “wait let me ask my s/o.” ??? this is broadcasted live, btw. you think just because he has a tight schedule and it’s nearly impossible to have a free time he won’t call you? he’ll find a way, he always does. likes to call you at the end of the day too and will never lose to the “who can stay awake the longest” game. is more of a listener than a talker, so go ahead and talk his ears off. he doesn’t mind if it’s you + he loves being the last one to end the call, making sure you get some rest (ps: he’s counting on you to wake him up the next day). you’ll receive a call from his manager in the morning saying that he won’t answer his phone and that they’re gonna be late for the next event. “goddamnit sae, not again.”
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stratusjay · 3 months
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No Name Part.18
-Nemo I am going! I shouted from the entry waiting for an answer. “ Mi pequeño pez payaso, we talked about it, you need to close the door behind me, Lola is out and you are all alone at home. It would reassure me to know you are safe.”
-It’s not fair, says Nemo going down the stairs with a displeased look on her face, why do I have to stay here while you are all going home and Tao invited to a party on the beach why can’t I go, she whines pitifully I feel annoyance coursing in me, I take a deep breath and count down in my head to not snap at her.
-Nemo. We already talked about it. You are not going to a party where you know only one person when there is probably gonna be alcohol and no one to protect you from the party life. Nemo please not now.I stop her when she opens her mouth again.
-Okay Mamà.
-Te amo mija.
I am almost in the car when I hear the door open again behind me.
-Mamà yo tambien te amo. Te amo mucho.
She closes the door before I can answer back to her. I look at my watch and see that I am gonna be late to our date if I don’t go now. I’ll just send her a message so she knows I love her so much more. 
When I hear Mamà’s car finally leaving I turn to the empty living room. “So what are we gonna do now ?” Seriously Nemo, were you expecting that someone would answer you ? First let’s do something to eat then, Oh there is something in the fridge SUSHI Mamà I love you! Tonight it’s sushi/movie night Pixar or Disney. I haven't decided yet, maybe I will watch a Dreamworks, we never know.
I was in the middle of How to train your dragon 1, when I received a text from Tao, it was just a picture of the party on the beach. But they looked like they were having fun. And even though I love HTTYD, I feel like a punished 8 year old. I mean I understand that Mamà is just trying to protect but I am almost an adult now. People my age have the right to take little risks, right ?,and they shouldn’t listen to what their parents tell them sometimes. I stand up and go get dressed in my room. I am going to a party, against my mom’s will. Dios mio! What am I doing? I can't do that! She’s gonna be so disappointed in me. I pace in the entryway, my mind going from I can’t do it to don’t be a pussy, go. After at least ten minutes of passing I open the door and go out. I close the door behind me and walk in the direction of the beach. The party should be a bit away on the left, it should be a ten minutes walk.
When I arrive at the beach which takes less than two minutes, I stop amazed by the beauty of the sea under the moon. You can see it reflected on the flow, it’s like she is moving. It’s so peaceful, I haven’t been to the sea a lot in my life but it’s the first time I hear this loudly the sound of the waves washing on the beach. Actually I don’t want to go to the party I just want to take in the beauty of the night, I don’t feel like partying… I already feel guilty enough without going there. So instead of going left towards the party, I go right towards the unknown.
After walking for a long while I find myself at the end of the beach. I didn’t even know it existed. I mean I always thought beaches were unlimited. Apparently there aren’t.
-Holà, a voice says tentatively behind me, I turn around surprised. Lo siento I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you lost ?
-Buenas Tardes o Noches… No, I am residing a bit away from here, I know where. I mean I am not lost.
She nods her head slowly and goes to sit down on a tree trunk who has obviously spent some time in the water before washing here, now it seems that it’s used as a seat by the people coming on the beach. When she has sat down she gestures for me to sit by her. I take her in once again, her blond hair cut into a long bob, her petite figure and chubby person, it seems as if love and tenderness emanate from her by just being. She smiles at me patiently waiting, her smile appears to transmit everything that is good that can be found. So I join her on the trunk. She smiles at me then stares ahead at the sea without saying anything. Silence falls over us like a warm blanket, it’s not uncomfortable, it's filled by the ocean. It’s appeasing.
-How old are you … ? What’s your name, or a nickname if you prefer ?
-I am Nemo and I am sixteen. I know I shouldn’t be here and alone at this hour. But … actually I don't have a good reason. I wanted to go to a party but my Mamà said no, and I…   at first I was gonna stay at home but I received a text from a friend. And well here I am. I am so stupid!
-If you were going to a party. What are you doing here ? Parties aren’t here usually. She looks at me quizzically.
-I should have gone back home but the moon and the sea were so pretty I wanted to take a little walk and go back home before my mom got home. But now I am pretty sure that she is back home and when I get home, she is gonna kill.
-Yeah probably, I mean if one of my daughters did that she would have heard about it for a long time. It’s the right of a parent to worry about their children, it begins when they grow inside us and it gets stronger when you hear their first cry and then every time they reach a new milestone. You should go home to your Mamà Nemo, she is probably worried sick right now.
-Mamà isn’t my biological mother. She adopted me almost a year ago now.
Why the heck am I telling that to a stranger.
-You think she loves you less because of that ? I think that parents who adopt a child have the biggest heart, she chose to love you. Maybe you fell up from the sky just for her, so she could love you and you could bring your smile and love to her life. Maybe you saved her just as much as she saved you. Don’t you think so ?
-Mami!! Oh, sorry I didn’t see you were with someone. Holi! Says the younger woman joyfully.
-Holi ? I had a great time with you, thank you, hum.
-I am Elisabeth, but call me Eli. If we ever meet again.
-Goodbye Eli, it was a pleasure. I turn around and go back in the direction of the house.
-Alba, I hear Eli say behind. What’s.
-Ale is back cut off, the younger woman who is obviously Eli’s daughter. There is mischievousness in her voice, whatever is happening I don’t wish to be in that Alexia’s place. I mean right now I don’t really want to be in mine either.
When I get home, I see the light inside and the rental car is back, I am so dead. I want to be cremated, just so you know and everything I own has to go to orphans. That’s it, that’s my will oh and give all my organs possible to help people live, before we cremate me obviously. Okay let’s go.
I haven’t stepped fully through the door, that I see Jenni walking out of the living room like a fury. She looks furious. I close the door behind me and clasp my hands together and purposefully look at my toes.
-I went to the party on the beach. You were not there. I thought you might have gotten lost, I did the whole walk back and forth, you weren’t there. I asked your friend Tao if he knew anything, he told me that you said that you weren’t coming which obviously is true since I had told you not to, and apparently you weren’t there. I went to the closest football pitches you weren’t there either. The scariest  of the whole monologue she made is that she didn’t scream not even once. But saying her voice is chilly is understatement, I am getting frostbites on my ears just by her tone. “I was gonna call Lola and Vir so they could help me search for you. I thought about calling the police but I called my mom first who calmed me down, she reminded me that you are a teenager and that at your age I was not a paragon of virtue. While I agree with her right now, I am that, that Nemo! To lock you in your room for the rest of the holiday.” She takes a deep breath and continues. “Where were you Nemo ?” She asks me more calmly. I answer without breaking my staring contest with my toes, I don’t tell her about Eli. After a moment of silence she sighs and I can hear disappointment just in that, my eyes are burning, but I know I am in the wrong and if I cry it will make her more angry. I don’t want to make her angry. 
-Nemo, give me your phone, it is confiscated. And go to your room.
I take my phone out and give it to her. And walk past her to go upstairs.
-Nemo, I love you Pequna but I was really scared and I want you to never do that again. Do you understand? I am not punishing you to make you miserable or to make me happy. I want you to consider what you’ve done. Okay ? Nemo, please answer me.
-Si, Mamà I understand. My voice cracks under the pressure of the tears I haven’t let go of yet. I turn around and go to my room, I try to close the door behind me but Jenni is just behind.
-Oh Pequenita! Jenni comes in and hugs me while maneuvering me to the bed. I can’t keep it inside anymore and cries come out of me. I fell asleep in her arms from the exhaustion of all the crying. When I wake up Mamà is carding her hand through my hair. 
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whatgaviiformes · 6 months
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Fic: A Promise Returned (FFF221)
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@flashfictionfridayofficial - my first one! [#FFF221 Spine in a Twist]
Thunderbirds are Go! Characters: Gordon, Virgil Summary: Gordon sees things for what they are, and won’t take no for an answer - content warning: back injury, mentions of chronic pain Words: 887
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Virgil awoke with his heart in his throat – because sleeping it off hadn’t worked. Still sore from the rescue two days before, his back twinged in rebellion of him simply blinking. He was loath to imagine the severity of its protest once the rest of his muscles started working, when he actually stepped out of bed to grace the day.
One thing at a time. Just one, then the next.  Like he’d been doing all day yesterday.
He’d slowly managed to brush his teeth and shave his face and was just peeling his nightshirt off when he heard a knock on his door.
“A moment!” he growled, wrestling the shirt off the rest of the way before throwing on his preferred flannel on his way to the door. “What?”
Gordon ducked underneath Virgil’s arm, assuming that gave him entry, glanced around his dimly lit bedroom before spinning back to narrow his eyes at Virgil’s unbuttoned shirt and unkempt hair. “Remember how you said I could talk to you about anything?”
“Of course.” Virgil closed the door softly to give them privacy.  His siblings all knew the same; he prided himself on being a listening ear, but the reminder coming from Gordon harkened to a promise made long ago. At the time, his younger brother had been wheelchair bound and quiet. Uncharacteristically so. The words were an oath that he’d be there for him always, without judgment. Eventually, he’d managed to get confirmation of what he already knew – that Gordon was holding in emotions surrounding his injuries that desperately had needed to be shared.
For him to call upon the words now? It meant serious business.
“We need to talk about you -.”
“What about me?”
“-and the way you’re walking like you’ve got a spring pulled taut back there.”
“I haven’t.”
“Please,” he scoffed. “You can pretend in front of Alan, smile it away in front of John. Hide from Scott all you want. But you can’t fake it in front of me. You’ve been walking away when Scott’s focused on work, so he won’t notice. But I’ve noticed.”
“It’s not that bad.” Virgil crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’ve already got the plane prepped to fly you to LA.”
Virgil frowned. LA meant Cedars-Sinai. Cedars-Sinai meant Gordon’s spinal doctors.
“I don’t need the hospital.” It definitely wasn’t that bad.
“Virgil!” Gordon mirrored his defensiveness and squared his shoulders as he huffed in exasperation. Moment by moment, Virgil watched him forcefully work to soften his frustration, so that by the time he spoke, it was sincere and without the blaze of fire he knew the aquanaut shared with their eldest brother – under the right circumstances. Virgil was already irritable, but Gordon’s obvious attempt to placate the situation he created in the first place infuriated him. He was about to tell him to kindly find his way out of his bedroom, but Gordon’s tone caught him by surprise.
“It’s me, V.” Gordon placed his hand over his heart, his eyes bright and earnest. “I don’t mention the hospital just for the fun of it. You know that. And I know what a back injury looks like. I lived it. I still live it, every day. Chronic pain is no joke. And I don’t want anyone to have to go through what I went through – not you, not any of our brothers, not even the Hood. So, if you could please just come with me to Tracy One to get your back checked out so you don’t have to join me every morning for yoga, that would be great.
“I haven’t told Scott yet. We don’t even need to mention it unless there’s something to mention, if you want. I’ll ignore John when we leave. I mean, he hates that, but I’ll still do it if it makes you feel more comfortable. But please just come. I can’t make the pain go away, but I know you’re hurting, so let me do this for you and I’ll –“
“Gordon, stop.” Virgil held up his hand, palm side out, his voice crackling with emotion. Because he had been purposefully skirting around Scott’s prying eyes, waiting to move until his brother was fully distracted. And that in itself was proof enough that he knew, deep down, what he was feeling wasn’t normal. He’d been scared of what it meant to admit it to himself.
He had expected he could hide it, that it would just go away after a number of sleeps, but of course, of course, Gordon saw it for what it was.  
“Do you really think it could be that bad?”
“If it’s your spine? I’m not willing to wait to find out.” The compassion and understanding in his brother’s eyes shone brightly. “So you’ll come?”
Virgil lowered his gaze to the floor, “Yes, I’ll go with you. But just so I don’t have to do morning yoga!”
Gordon grinned finally, but with an apology in his expression as he pulled the hoverchair he’d left in the hallway into Virgil’s room. “Yoga not your speed?” he said, in an attempt to distract him.
Virgil grimaced, lowering himself with resignation into the support of the chair that had once been Gordon’s prison for months. He swallowed his fear, and quipped with a pained smile, “No. Mornings aren’t my speed.”
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bradshawssugarbaby · 4 months
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It's a Marshmallow World - Harrison Knott x Reader
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A/N: My entry for @lewmagoo's Christmas Celebration, I wanted to keep it cute and fluffy and I figured since the movie is filmed in Hawaii, I'm making it that Harrison is from there too.
pairing: Harrison Knott x gn!reader
warnings/content: none, winter/Christmas-themed fluff, probably inaccuracies about Hawaii and snow (I'm Canadian but I tried researching???)
word count: 1.5k
“Ugh, I hate this song.”
You rolled your eyes as you heard the opening bars of John Lennon’s “Happy Xmas (War is Over)” playing from the wireless speaker sitting on the kitchen island. You pressed skip on your phone, shaking your head at each song after’s opening notes before finally settling on one. Harrison leaned forward on the island’s countertop and raised an eyebrow at you as he spoke.
“You’re not serious, are you? This is a classic one. Next you’re gonna tell me you hate It’s A Wonderful Life too, aren’t you?” He said teasingly, his deep blue eyes meeting yours with a questioning stare, eyebrows cocked slightly in mock disbelief.
“Of course you like It’s A Wonderful Life.” You retorted, rolling your eyes once again at your boyfriend’s taste in all things…well, old.
Harrison was an old soul when it came to just about anything relating to pop culture. He was the only person you knew who actually preferred cassette tapes and vinyl records, even CDs to streaming his music. He was one of the only people you knew who still had access to a VCR and a tape deck. He still created mixtapes over playlists and you’d almost always find him sitting on the couch watching some old movie you, and everyone else in your age group, had probably never heard of. It was part of his charm and allure for you - you loved that he was into the most niche interests, that he was always introducing you to new things, giving you a newfound appreciation for media you’d otherwise never truly encounter on your own. Before Harrison, you didn’t even know there were several channels on television dedicated to just playing classic films on a 24/7 basis, or that recording a song to a cassette tape from CD was a whole process, crafting the perfect mix was either a carefully throughout event, or a completely spontaneous act, recording whatever felt right. It was never anything inbetween - curating a collection of songs that worked together to tell a story was a work of art in itself, one that Harrison had mastered somehow. 
“Please, everyone likes It’s A Wonderful Life.” He scoffed.
“Not everyone, Harrison. Pretty sure you’re the only person under 50 who loves it.”
“Listen, it’s a great movie. We could sit and argue all day long about it, but it’s a classic for a reason, baby. Jimmy Stewart is unmatched. Meet Me in St. Louis is another great one, my mom always loves that one.” 
“I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned White Christmas yet.” 
“About that. I like it, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve never actually experienced a white Christmas, so the movie’s magic is sort of…lost on me,” Harrison frowned, shrugging his shoulders.
This was his first Christmas since moving across the US from his hometown in Hawaii to Washington, D.C. for medical school, and you knew better than anyone else that he was dying to see snow for Christmas. In fact, he was about the only person in the city who was sad when the weather forecast had predicted that Christmas morning would be uncharacteristically mild and sunny. Normally, he wouldn’t care what the weather was, but this time, being so far from home and not being able to get back for the holidays this year, he longed for the snow and winter sports he’d been promised when he had looked into the weather in D.C. before moving there. He sighed as he looked out the window each day as Christmas drew closer, with not a snowflake in sight. 
Harrison turned his attention back to washing up the dishes from tonight’s dinner. You padded along the hardwood flooring to the living room, looking out the window as you bit your lip absentmindedly, watching the sky for any sign of snowfall to appear. You furrowed your brow at the clear night sky, stars twinkling brightly as they dotted the darkness outside. You closed the curtain, smiling softly to yourself as you nodded your head once. You had an idea - a pretty farfetched one, but, one that would surely make Harrison feel a little less disappointed about not seeing his first white Christmas this year. 
You disappeared upstairs, searching the house for the tote of spare holiday decorations you had stashed away, unsure of where to place its contents earlier when you were in your decorating frenzy a few weeks ago. Rummaging through the plastic storage bin, you pulled out a large piece of white felt, intended as a base for your mom’s handmedown Christmas village that you’d set out every year as a child. She’d gifted it to you, and although you loved it, your small apartment didn’t have the space to display it. However, the extra fabric and faux snow and ice that came with it, you now knew exactly what to do with. 
Taking a pair of scissors, you began crafting and cutting the felt into snowflakes, thanking your lucky stars for your education degree and chosen career path of becoming a kindergarten teacher, allowing you to get creative at lightning speeds when required. Each piece of felt that hit the floor beneath your feet would come in handy, adding to your false winter wonderland that you were creating. After a few minutes, you’d created a few large snowflakes and a decently sized pile of scrap pieces small enough to sprinkle along the floor to mimic freshly fallen snowflakes in your living room. 
As Harrison was distracted with dishes and tidying the kitchen up, you got to work, hanging your felt snowflakes from some ribbon you’d found, leftover from Christmas wrapping, the strings dangling from the door frame, hanging down to look like falling snow. You sprinkled your pieces of felt along the floor, creating what would appear to anyone else, as a complete mess, but to you? To you, it was the white Christmas that Harrison had always hoped for, or at least, the best alternative you could create for it. 
Once satisfied with your makeshift snowfall, you set your speaker up in the living room, setting up a winter-themed playlist on your phone. You practically skipped your way out to the living room, calling Harrison’s name in a cheerful, sing-song lilt as he finished cleaning the kitchen counter.
“Harrison! Come with me for a sec, ok?”
Harrison raised an eyebrow at you, his toned biceps flexing as he folded his arms across his chest, his caramel brown sweater tightening on the curve of his muscles as he did so. Harrison reluctantly closed his eyes and took your hand, following you into the living room. As he opened his eyes, he went silent for a moment, before bursting into a laugh, shaking his head as he smiled and looked around.
“What is this?” 
“Your white Christmas that you wanted. I can’t make it snow, but I can pretend to at least, I figured it’s something better than green, muddy, mild weather outside.”
Harrison remained speechless for a minute before laughing again in disbelief.
“You’re something else, babe, but I appreciate it.”
As Harrison wrapped his arms around you tightly, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin gently as he hummed softly.
“I love it, thank you.”
“I know it’s not much, but, I know how badly you wanted to have snow for Christmas too.”
Harrison continued to press his lips against your neck, leaving feather-soft,  gentle kisses to you, showering you with affection in thanks for your consideration towards his feelings. You knew a makeshift mess of felt and some kindergarten-level snowflakes weren’t going to make everything better, but, you made him smile, and that was all that mattered to you. 
As Dean Martin’s voice crooned out the beginning of It’s a Marshmallow World on your playlist, your eyes darted to the window once again. You couldn’t help but laugh half-heartedly as you shook your head, giving Harrison a playful swat on the arm to get his attention. His lips peeled away from your neck just long enough for him to gaze out the window, his eyes widening as he made his way closer to the glass to get a better view on what was happening outside. Large, white, fluffy specks were falling from the sky, beginning to coat the ground below in patches of white. 
“It’s actually snowing!” Harrison said with a childlike excitement to his voice, shaking his head as his sapphire blue eyes remained wide and full of wonder as he watched the snow falling, essentially, for the first snowfall he’d ever witnessed. 
You joined Harrison’s side at the window, unable to do anything but smile at his sheer excitement at the weather finally granting his wish two days before Christmas morning. You knew there was always the chance it could be gone and melted by tomorrow, but you didn’t want to burst Harrison’s bubble. Not tonight.
Tonight, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more as he watched the snow land on the ground, covering everything in a blanket of white as Dean Martin continued to sing in the background.
“In winter it’s a marshmallow world…”
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eclectic-sassycoweyes · 5 months
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(Much more than) Seven Sentence Sunday
Thank you @carlos-in-glasses for the tag! Seven Sentence Sunday is so amazing because I get to read the most amazing snippets and get super excited about future fics, but getting tagged is so lovely because it makes me feel like I have a little deadline where I don’t have to write anymore than seven sentences which really has helped motivate me to turn some ideas into writing!!
I hereby post my very first Tarlos snippet and my first entry to Seven Sentence Sunday!
It is way way longer than seven sentences but as it is my very first time posting and I’m just posting everything I’ve written so far (I literally just wrote it this evening) I hope you can bear with me🙃
Btw this is just pure whump and domestic caretaking/them seeing each other at their worst but it’s the idea that I had the most clear words for so this is what I’m starting off with
Andrea picks up the phone after the second ring.
“Hola mijo!” It’s a good thing you called actually, I was just about to prepare the tamales for lunch tomorrow. How are TK doing on the spices at the moment, is he picking up some tolerance yet? I don’t want to make them too spicy of course, but I really think he should taste them the way your grandma really used to make-“
“Hola Mama.” Carlos hurries. He feels bad for interrupting her but he wants to cancel their plans for lunch tomorrow as soon as possible so he can get back to TK. After today TK will probably be a bit more spice averse than usual anyway, he thinks with a frown, even though they have been working on him upping his tolerance lately.
“Actually mama, I’m really sorry for doing this so late, but I think we’re going to have to cancel tomorrow..”
“Oh no mijo, why? Is everything okay?” Andrea asks before Carlos can finish his sentence, concern lacing her voice.
“Yeah.. I mean, not really”, Carlos clarifies, picking the bridge of his nose. “Actually, TK’s not feeling so good at the moment.” That might be the understatement of the year, Carlos thinks but he doesn’t think TK would want him to lay out all the gritty details of his current condition. “He um, he had those tacos, you know, from that place out by Cameron Road, the one that they’ve been trying to shut down for year-“
Carlos is interrupted again by his mother gasping dramatically at the other end of the line.
“Carlitos!” She admonishes. “You haven’t warned him off about that place?!”
“Why is everybody blaming me?” Carlos feels his voice raising to a higher octave in exasperation. “He doesn’t even usually work in that district!-“
Carlos is once again interrupted, but this time it is by the sound of a painful sounding heave coming from the direction of the open door to their bathroom, followed by a pitiful whine. It shakes him out of his exasperation at being wrongfully appointed the blame for TK’s current misery. Logical or not, he does actually feel bad that he didn’t warn TK off about the taco shop that is by now known by probably all Austin locals, and not for serving delicious tacos - unfortunately.
He can almost hear his mothers pointed silence though the phone, and sighs. The Reyes kids all know better than to argue against Andrea, and she knows it - and exploits in too, although only in situations like these when there isn’t too much at stake. She too, has learned that especially when it comes to Carlos, her doing her best to listen even when she doesn’t fully understand, has repaired their relationship after too many years of just assuming that everything was alright.
He sighs. “I know, I really wish I had told him about it. He really doesn’t feel good mama.” Carlos says worriedly. It’s not that he’s feeling incapable of taking care of TK, but seeing him being in so much pain always makes Carlos feel a little bit desperate and talking to his mom about it makes him feel a little bit less out of his depth.
“I can imagine”, Andrea muses, also sounding like she hates that idea so much. Carlos sometimes still can’t get over how his parents took to TK so quickly, treating him almost as if he was their son too. “It’s a good thing he has you to take care of him Carlitos, I’m sure you’re the best there is at making feel at least a little bit better“ she reassures. Carlos forgets sometimes how well she knows him - or maybe he’s still getting used to believing it again. “I’ll tell your sisters that you two had to cancel,” Andrea continues, “and you let me know if there is anything I can do or if you need me to bring you anything.”
Carlos takes a deep breath, feeling his mom’s reassurances calm him a little. He can do this. “Thank you mama, I will. Although he probably would rather not have anybody seeing him like this, other than me and maybe Owen..”
Another pitiful sound from the bathroom reminds him why he wanted get this conversation over quickly. “I gotta go mama, but thank you. And say hi to Ana and Luisa from us,” he quickly says, before hanging up. He has some shopping to do. But first he’s gonna go rub his poor husbands back for a little while.
I have no idea whatsoever of who has and hasn’t been tagged, so I’ll tag @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm in appreciation if their recent following me back because that made me really happy thanks guys (gender neutral)🙃☺️
Anybody else seeing this wanting to be tagged should consider themselves hereby tagged !!
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Maybe for 2024 I will make it a goal to just actually read or watch all the really good media that I’ve been putting off starting/finishing. I often like to save some of the really good stuff for some indelible later, but actually maybe later is this year. So, some stuff I’m finally gonna get through this year must include:
-finally finishing harrow and nona instead of waiting forever for alecto to come out so I can just binge all of the rest in a row as was my initial hope after finishing Gideon and skimming through chunks of Harrow. What am I waiting for. When I finish it once I can still just read all three again before Alecto comes out. Plus I’m gonna get way more of the layers to these books now that I have read so many metas written by people who have already read the extant series like a dozen times.
-Revolutionary Girl Utena. I’ve watched many other classic shoujo, but not this one??? Somehow??????
-Leverage. Self explanatory.
-The Expanse. Another series I have only heard good things about, especially from @battlestarbones
-Naomi Novik has several books I haven’t read yet that I absolutely should starting with Spinning Silver.
-I should try to get into Earthsea again. I tried quite a long time ago and I think I would get way more out of it this time.
-half of Wheel of Time tumblr is obsessed with Realm of the Elderlings, and so many people have recommended it to me, so I guess I gotta do that too.
actually there are many pieces of media that have been recommended to me over the years that I have to add to this list. Most importantly, I owe my beloved friend @platanosandprejudice a life debt at this point because I have yet to make good on my years old promise to them to play Undertale in exchange for listening to my conspiracy theory presentation about One Direction in undergrad (don’t ask you don’t want to know trust me) so:
-Undertale
-I recently got a recommendation from @mean-lesbians for a Very intriguing sapphic webcomic based on Edgar Allen Poe’s works called Nevermore, and the art and pitch were Very good so it’s gotta go on the list.
-Maybe MAYBE I will read one or two of Priest’s webnovels. Perhaps. I could be persuaded. Like I know she Will give me some characters that I will love and then she Will make them suffer horribly and probably die, but to be fair, that’s true about Most media I enjoy, including other entries on this list so.
-OH and that reminds me, I can’t forget that I also promised @izoryotaro I would at some point watch Nirvana in Fire, so that’s also on the list.
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ryan ross iceberg (tier 4)
tier 1, tier 2, tier 3, tier 5, tier 6, tier 7, tier 8
the middle of the iceberg:
crankthatfrank interview:
crankthatfrank is a youtuber who had his peak of popularity in 2015-2017 making what was described as “bandom crack” content. a lot of yeemo, cheez wiz, frerard, etc. i personally wasn’t a fan of his content (i think i was just too old to be in his demographic (and i thought it was cringey)), but he was fairly successful within that community. i don’t really know how else to describe his content other than you had to be there.
in 2019, he interviewed ryan, which was actually a really good interview! it was very lighthearted without being too silly and off the wall, like bryan stars interviews were. it was such a pleasant surprise, especially considering the way ryan stans are starved for content. throughout the interview, ryan holds z in his arms the whole time while she cosplays as a corpse so that was interesting. also, ryan revealed his favorite song off of afycso is i constantly thank god for esteban. he said 2020 was going to be the year for the comeback.
that was a lie.
frank sadly deleted the original video, but there is a reupload, thankfully. i highly recommend watching the interview if you haven’t yet!
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hair in cupcakes:
so it’s unclear if the hair was in cookies or cupcakes because sources differ, but the sentiment is the same either way. in an interview from 2013, brendon said that in the early days of the band, some fans baked them cookies, and brendon and their merch guy ate them [i]. brendon saw a hair in the first cookie, but kept eating them anyway. he says, “i kept pulling hairs out of my mouth and after no.10 i asked the merch guy if he was pulling hairs out of his mouth and he was” [i]. there turned out to be hairs in every single cookie. ryan also talked about in the paige and friends podcast, which is the next entry [ii].
paige and friends podcast:
also in 2019, ryan featured on the paige and friends podcast, run by paige elkington (ryan really had us fooled for a minute there that 2020 WOULD be his year). they talked some about the panic! and the young veins days, dekc, his sobriety, his absence from the internet, hockey, politics, amongst other things. this was another great “interview” and a fun look into some slice of life things from ryan, so i also recommend giving it a listen here [ii].
chuck palahniuk:
this is one of ryan’s favorite authors – definitely his favorite in the early days of panic! (he is also my favorite author, as is the natural course of being a ryan ross stan). some of his works include: invisible monsters, fight club, choke, and survivor. his writing is primarily satirical with a very distinct voice.
his works were referenced a lot in afysco. time to dance is about invisible monsters, and the song title “the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage” is a quote from survivor. some of ryan’s other songwriting on that album is evidently inspired by palahniuk’s style of writing.
pet salamander:
this was one of ryan’s bands before panic!. spencer and brent were also in this band, along with another member named trevor. they were often called a blink 182 cover band, but spencer stated that this actually isn't true. they just practiced a lot of blink 182 songs when learning how to play [iii].
their website is still up, and it includes some pictures of the band and each member. it also even contains ryan's old email, discussed in tier 3, at the bottom.
since the member bios aren’t on the site anymore, they are documented here [iv].
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his other band isn't on the iceberg, but it was called the summer league. it was basically panic! before panic! actually existed. their sound wasn't similar to what panic!'s was, but it was essentially all the same members.
kanye west stan:
stan is a very loosely used term here, but ryan has said that he likes kanye’s music, and he owns some stuff from his clothing line.
taxidermy:
as you can see in some of ryan’s Instagram posts, he has a lot of taxidermy in his house.
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hooters:
in 2010, ryan and brendon ran into each other at a hooters. if i’m not mistaken, i think this is the the last picture we have of them together.
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rydan:
this refers to ryan and his friend, dan keyes. ryan posted about him a lot in the 2010s, and he was a member of dead end kids as well. i think the mashup of their names mostly refers to their friendship, but there are people who think they genuinely dated. this tweet here, as well as the replies, references that [v]. it’s also discussed in this tumblr post [vi].
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club hockey:
ryan plays club hockey. he actually started playing hockey as a child, and he talks about his love for hockey in the paige and friends podcast.
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alex greenwald:
i’ve already mentioned him before in this iceberg, but alex is one of ryan’s good friends and the frontman of phantom planet (you may know this band from the OC theme song). he played with the young veins sometimes, and he played with z’s former band, phases. we’ll talk about him some more in later entries as well.
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helena vestergaard:
this is another one of ryan’s ex girlfriends. they dated in 2015, and he first posted about her on instagram in july. his last post of her was in december that year. i don’t really have much to say about this relationship besides she seemed like a really nice girl. these days she has 2 kids. she also used to date anthony kiedis from red hot chili peppers, which is very interesting.
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coke picture:
so not too long after ryan left panic!, a picture came out of him with cocaine on a tray in front of him. this was very controversial, and he even commented on it explaining himself here [vii]. i don’t really understand why he had to explain himself though. i am no means a drug apologist (i’m literally straight edge) and i know drugs are bad, but i don’t think he did anything wrong. in the post i linked above, he says he didn’t realize the coke was in the picture, which may or not be true, but if it is, then he might not have even done it.
all he did was be surrounded by beautiful women and do cocaine. what is so wrong with that.
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myrtle beach:
this is a ryden entry and basically a theory that ryan and brendon hooked up.
on june 24th, 2006 panic! played the house of blues in myrtle beach, south carolina (and i have been to this venue because i’m from sc…). after the show, panic!, the supporting acts, and crew went skinny dipping at the beach.
greta said this in an interview about it [viii]:
Q: Tell us about your craziest touring experience.
On the 2006 Panic Tour, we played the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach [JUNE 24TH]. After the show, most of the bands and crew walked a mile to the beach and, having not brought our swimsuits, decided to swim in underwear or totally nude. Bob and I opted to skinny dip and, at one point, he was trying to get back to the shore but the waves were crashing over him and he was gasping for breath. I yelled to him, 'Bob, are you going to live? As much as I want to help you, we are both naked so I can't.' (Would have been far too awkward). Thankfully, he survived in one glorious piece.
the thing that really led to rydennies thinking that something happened between ryan and brendon was what ryan posted on lj about it [viii]:
6-25-06 01:21:28 PDT - (No Subject)
The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight.the salt burned you right out of my eyes.and secrets we’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.
Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath.
this is why I walk to the ocean.swim with jellyfish.I may never get this chance again.
this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss.
If you want to cry you should cry, and
if you want to live you should live.
You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it's for lovers (orjustfriends)
This is why I do it.
this also lead to the idea that summer was a very important motif for ryden; any references to the season in their lyrics or other postings meant they were talking about each other.
another part that people often cite as proof in that in this interview, the interviewer says they claim brendon is a virgin on stage every night, and ryan says “not anymore” at 01:36. so people think brendon lost his virginity to ryan.
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and then the night of the show of the dancers on tour with them, dream, posted this on her lj [viii]:
June 24th, 2006
It’s our last night in Florida and let me tell you… this finally turned into a crazy rock tour… lots of shenanigans happened tonight… but I’ll save this story for the memoirs! Every night I stand on stage and tell the crowd that Brendon is a virgin… let’s just put it this way… it ain’t true!!!!
since this was posted the night of the mb show, she was talking about the florida show, which would already debunk that brendon could’ve lost it to ryan after the mb show. she also said in another post the next night that they met some spirited girls at the show and more than 20 of them went to the beach that night [viii].
honestly, there is no true supporting evidence to prove that anything sexual or romantic happened between them. both of them were probably talking about the girls they met at the show, or one of the other 20 people who were there.
seattle:
another ryden theory i fear.
so the story goes that on the night of ryan’s 21st birthday, keltie threw him a party at pete wentz’s bar. brendon couldn’t attend because he was in seattle (people theorized it was because he was too young to drink). after the party was over, ryan left keltie alone in their hotel in the middle of the night to fly out to see brendon. they went to eat at a diner together, and a fan spotted them, giving us this picture.
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this was allegedly what ryan wrote northern downpour about, such as the lines, “i missed your skin when you were east. you clicked your heels and wished for me.” also, rainy seattle is in the north.
when i was a ryden truther, i always said that this was the one ryden incident there was not a no homo explanation for. however, that is not true.
panic! was playing a festival in seattle a couple of days later. in fact, there is an interview from august 31, the day after ryan’s birthday and the day before the show, in which they’re wearing the same outfits from that picture.
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the northern downpour theory also doesn’t make sense because ryan was in the east, not brendon. and ryan wrote the song.
if you’re interested in a further debunking of this, prettyoddfever details it here [ix].
halsey ryden truther:
when i say that halsey and i are spiritually connected, i mean it.
in 2013, halsey tweeted that ryden is still her otp.
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and then in 2015, they responded to a fan saying that she used to write ryden fic.
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also in 2015, ryan tweeted at them saying that they should work together. oh what could have been…
slow dance to the killers:
yet another ryden entry.
in a kerrang! article from 2006, it says this [x]:
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all i really have to say about this is that automatically assuming this must mean ryden is real plays into why men think they can’t be affectionate with one another without seeming “gay.”
cheated on keltie:
in her book, which we discussed earlier, keltie revealed that ryan cheated on her with a waitress. she found out about it the day after valentine’s day when she was looking through his phone.
she says [xi}:
I honestly can’t and don’t want to remember what I saw that day, but the dates registered with me. I saw the date of my birthday two weeks before, the day I received two huge bundles of flowers while spending time with my family in Canada. He was with her on my birthday. I scrolled back farther and realized he texted her while we were on vacation in Hawaii. He sang me love songs on the beach while also thinking about some girl.
he wrote about his infidelity in the young veins song, the other girl [xii].
this isn’t particularly relevant, but i did want to include one of my favorite tweets about this just because it lives in my head rent free.
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next we move on to some of the darker entries.
tier 5
references:
[i] https://gigwise.com/news/85115/
[ii] https://podcasts.apple.com/jm/podcast/my-friend-podcast-with-ryan-ross/id1483514044?i=1000455535330
[iii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/685240468337000448/embed
[iv] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/620153208809062400/the-actual-band-bios-on-pet-salamanders-original
[v] https://twitter.com/PwettyOwdd/status/1655280757693186051
[vi] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/171502454686/hey-i-have-a-kinda-legit-question-so-i-see
[vii] http://www.mibba.com/Articles/Entertainment/2788/Ryan-Ross-Talks-About-Cocaine-Picture/
[viii] https://whisperdlullaby.livejournal.com/9051.html
[ix] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/627362228538064896/the-seattle-ryden-story-isnt-real-google-the
[x] https://porraryanross.tumblr.com/post/69946624225
[xi] https://archive.org/details/rockettesrocksta0000coll/mode/2up
[xii] https://genius.com/The-young-veins-the-other-girl-lyrics
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a/n: one of my entries for @cup-of-fluff's a time to shine collab! my lovely fellow luna, thank you for allowing me to join <3
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Wedding planning is not for the faint of heart.
Seemingly simple decisions are, in actuality, not that simple. Like choosing flowers. Because yes, flowers are pretty, but what combination of flowers are the most aesthetically pleasing and do they match the theme of your wedding? Also, developing a seating chart for the reception? Very headache inducing. I mean, do you put your fiancé’s high school volleyball teammates at the same table because they all know each other? Or is that a recipe for chaos?
At the very least, you had anticipated choosing a song for your first dance to be fun, but nope. This too, unfortunately, turned out to be a challenging decision.
During the early stages of wedding planning, you and Semi would excitedly pull up different songs on your phone and play them for each other. Then, when you began earnestly contemplating what song you would dance to, it suddenly felt like there was a mountain of choices to sift through. And whenever you two settled on one, after a few days, another song seemed like a better choice.
You didn’t think you were being unreasonable or over-dramatic about taking this decision so seriously because the song had to perfectly symbolize and encapsulate your relationship.
So, this is why you and Semi are currently spending your Saturday night sprawled across the cramped couch of your shared apartment, huddled together under warm quilted blankets. You are both absolutely determined that, by the end of the night, you’ll have definitively settled on a song. 
But so far, you haven’t had any luck. You’ve been suggesting and playing songs that have ranged from slow ballads to lively melodies, yet nothing has clicked. 
“Ughhh, this doesn’t feel right either!” you exclaim, a hint of irritation laced in your tone, as you press pause on one of your favorite covers of “Can’t Help Falling in Love”. As a sigh escapes from your lips, you drop your phone onto your lap and plop the side of your head onto Semi’s shoulder.
“Hey, we’ll find a song. Don’t get discouraged,” Semi assures, briefly casting you a sidelong glance with his brilliant brown eyes, before returning his attention to scrolling through his own playlists. You nudge your forehead against his shoulder and are immediately comforted by the familiar, soft fabric of his black hoodie and by the calming warmth radiating from his body.
“I’m trying not to get discouraged, it’s just that I expected this decision to be less difficult and I really want everything at our wedding to be perfect.”
Semi wordlessly throws a heavy arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. You gaze up at your fiancé and see his eyebrows knitted together pensively, as if he’s in deep concentration. You’re about to ask what’s occupying his thoughts when he hesitantly reveals, “I think I might know a song that could work for our first dance, but you’ve definitely never heard it before.”
“Really? What’s it called?”
“Hold on, I’ll play it for you right now,” Semi responds as he angles his body away from you, so there’s no way you can peek at his phone. This gesture puzzles you, but you have no time to ponder over the civil servant’s actions as the sound of acoustic guitar strings being strung begin emitting from his phone.
Semi is right: you haven’t heard this song before. However, there’s something about the melody that instantly grabs your attention and captures your heart as you silently listen. The song contains neither lyrics nor any other instruments aside from the aforementioned guitar. The simplicity of it does not take away from the song’s beauty, though. The guitar alone conveys an array of emotions. The beat is upbeat enough, but there’s also a dash of tenderness and sentimentality. 
Once the song is over, you remain quiet for a couple of seconds and, during this brief interlude, Semi studies you anxiously. 
Eventually, you meet Semi’s eyes and the corners of your lips quirk upwards as you say, “I love it. I think it would be perfect for our first dance.”
“You do?” your fiancé asks, his anxious expression morphing into one of unbridled glee. 
“I do!” you affirm, as you vigorously nod your head. “Now you really have to tell me what the name of the song is!” 
“Well, uhh…i-it actually doesn’t have a name,” Semi stutters as he nervously scratches the back of his head. “I wrote.”
“Seriously?! When?! How come you’ve never played it for me before?!” you cry out, nearly jumping off the sofa.
You didn't mean to bombard the former setter with several questions, but he normally played you every song that he and his band wrote, even the ones that never saw the light of day. Plus, Semi was one to tell you anything and everything. So, you can easily claim that your surprise at this moment is completely justified. 
“It’s kind of embarrassing,” he starts, his face flushing as he averts his eyes to the coffee table in front of you. “I actually wrote it after our first date. That night, after I dropped you off at home, I went back to my apartment and I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t get you out of my head. The way you made me feel…it wasn’t unlike anything I’d felt before. So, I stayed up until 3 am, strumming some chords on my guitar and ended up creating this song. I then recorded it and forgot about it until now.” 
You cannot help, but openly gape at Semi as he speaks because, firstly, you cannot believe that he composed an entire song after your first date, and he then forgot about it. And secondly, your typically stoic fiancé looks very flustered and bashful, and you find it utterly endearing. 
You throw your arms around Semi’s neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck, which initially catches him off guard, but he quickly wraps his strong arms firmly around your waist.
“I love you, Semi Eita.”
“I love you too,” Semi whispers into your hair. “And seriously, if you change your mind about having this song for our first dance, it’s fine. No hard feelings.”
“I don’t think I’ll be changing my mind on this. Aside from agreeing to marry you, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
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(G) I-DLE: First Chapter 2: Idle Room
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This is Chapter 2 of a finished series. If you finished out on the previous entries, you can check my masterlist here.
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Soojin and I followed the rest of her members towards their dorms. I got to say, they really act different from what they’re portrayed on their stages and in front of the general media and public. Everyone else was so outgoing and bubbly which really came as a surprise since they always show them as this fierce and dangerous group of girls that you do not want to mess with. At least that what they seem to me. Anyway, I paced slowly with Soojin and my heart was pounded against my own chest as we made our way towards the girls’ respective dorms.
“I heard you were hired for two weeks now, Hanjin?” she asked in inquiry, breaking the short silence.
“I-uh- well yeah,” I replied rather shyly, clearly caught off guard. “They said that I would be managing a girl group. I’m not really sure I understood the job description properly when I first heard of it.”
Soojin smiled. Her red lips lining sexily on her perfectly fair and round face. “Sorry to disappoint. We’re quite a handful. You’ll know why soon.”
“No, no I do not mean that! I mean, I wasn’t really into Korean music despite being half-Korean myself. I lived my life quite accustomed to western music styles so the music, as well as the artists, never really came to my attention until now.”
“I see. So this must be a huge adjustment for you. It must be something relatively new.”
“It is actually,” I am starting to get comfortable here. “We’ll I’m not gonna lie; I did listen to a little bit of your music when I learned that I’d be managing you. You guys really are good. I love your songs, and there’s no joke about that.”
“Ah that. Soyeon actually does most of the writing and production. She divides work among us six very carefully. She was a perfect leader and a great friend, if I may add. She heavily considers everything when she makes decisions.”
“Yes I think she really is. She’s very scary on stage though.”
Soojin let out a little giggle.
“Well, ‘on stage’ is very accurate. Well that applies to all of us, not so much on the scary part but we adapt as the concept requires so. Of course by ‘us’, that includes me.”
“Why didn’t you run out like everyone else did?” I blurted out of nowhere. I had that thought in my head and I just thought it out loud oh my god.
She placed her hands behind her back. “Well, someone had to walk you here right? Looks like no one else would. They just took off before even thinking about you.”
“Oh, well that’s right… Thank you.”
I fell silent not knowing how to continue the conversation. She was very thoughtful and I could not seem to keep up with that; not to mention the huge trail of sweat that was running down from my temple. I don’t know why I was so nervous being next to her, let alone talk to her. Good thing I was beside her and quite hidden from her view otherwise things would have had been really awkward than it already was.
Not to mention I haven’t really been this close to a person this beautiful, an idol even, on top of all that. Holy shit
“By the way, how was the tour?” I asked, breaking the silence between us. I thought it was the safest question to ask.
“Exhausting, but it was worth it. I would get the exhaustion off better once I finally got to lie down on my bed upstairs.”
“It must be hard being an Idol.”
“Well it really is not easy for sure, but it would grow on you given time. Pretty much everything does. Why? Have you imagined yourself being an idol? You really have the visuals to make it, manager-nim. You have that looks with you.”
I felt my ears grow red hot like her lips at that compliment. It was so simple yet it meant so much coming from her. I merely smiled and let out a little chuckle.
“Well the entertainment industry isn’t really for me I think. I was well out in college before I went here in Korea, so it really never crossed my mind.”
“Oooh, so what does your family do for a living?”
“Well we a-“
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“AIGOO, SOOJIN-UNNIE IS THE ROTTEN EGG AGAIN!” I heard Yuqi’s voice from the stairs ahead. I was so immersed to talking with Soojin I haven’t noticed that we are already here. All other members of (G) I-DLE were standing with Yuqi in front of the doorway.
“Well,” said Soojin, taking a few steps ahead the stairs and looking back towards me. “It looks like Hanjin-oppa is the rotten egg now.” She finished, exercising a toothy grin. “Newcomers are not an exception for tradition, right?”
“Ah Soojin-unnie, teasing manager-nim already,” said Yuqi as she descended towards me. Her short but slender legs were being emphasized on her very short shorts. She moved beside and casually hugged me before turning to her members.
Okay, I admit: being hugged like this on my very first day of meeting them is really beyond my expectations.
“Manager-nim here is just new to us. I don’t want him to quit his job right away because you’re all ganging up on him. It’s hard to get young and good-looking managers like him these days.”
“Yah, who told you that you can just hug him like that…?” asked the Thai member, Minnie, pointing a finger towards both of us in front of them. “Let him go so we can show him inside! He’s already turning blue!”
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For starters, Hanjin was very surprised how spacious their dorm was.
The living room had three large sized couches surrounding a large table. To the left, there was a large TV placed elegantly on a beautifully trimmed wooden rack, with all sorts of decorations of figurines, photos, plants, and technical peripherals surrounding it, placed perfectly opposite the curtained windows at the right side of the room. Hanjin could see the small kitchen opposite the living room, separated only by a white counter. A hallway was located to the mid-right of the room, lining with the counter. Five doors were distributed on the walkway; three rooms lay on the immediate right and another room lay opposite them, just beside it was a large restroom and bathing area. The end of the hallway laid entrance to a small dance studio and another large bathroom beyond that. Despite just being back from the tour, the dorm had that girly scent to it.
“Ah~ It feels nice to be home at last,” exclaimed Soojin, placing her pouches and some more of her bags on the glass table before letting herself fall on the couch.
“I’ll be at our room. I want to get changed,” remarked Miyeon softly.
The team’s leader, Soyeon as well as the maknae Shuhua followed their unnie without a word, giving up from the exhaustion as well as the welcoming comfort of the place they called home.
Minnie sat on the other couch opposite Soojin while Yuqi went straight to the kitchen to check on the fridge. Hanjin shyly took the unoccupied couch and placed his case beside him, not quite sure if he was already welcome to sit next to them. Minnie’s eyes were quick to notice his presence and immediately moved to speak to the rather nervous young man.
“Manager-nim, since you are becoming our manager soon, did you know that our managers always shared our dorms with us? Did Manager-unnie tell you of that already?”
Hanjin’s eyes widened in disbelief as he turned towards Minnie
“Yes,” Yuqi called from the kitchen, holding a glass full of water and walking towards them. “We requested it so that we could get along together and feel the camaraderie, not necessarily in the same room but at least we’re here. Soyeon loves that idea as well, that way she can personally relay her concerns on a short notice.”
“Is that allowed? I mean… I’m a guy…”
I don’t know why I’m blatantly stating the obvious here but I’m just so damn nervous!
“I think you’re not that type who’s up to no good, right?” said Minnie, glaring her eyes at him and then smirking.
Hanjin felt his ears burn. “O-Of course I’m not!”
“Oh, look at him blush,” Soojin said with a teasing tone.
“Then we don’t have a problem with that,” Minnie replied. “We don’t have enough room for everybody though…”
Yuqi sat down and raised her free hand. “Hanjin-oppa can room with us Minnie-unnie! I don’t mind!”
Soojin and Minnie laughed at her.
“Don’t make it weird. You’re making manager-nim here sweat.”
Hanjin felt his butt sink deeper into the couch.
Do I need to be here when they discuss this?
“Hanjin Oppa,” opened Soojin. “You can take my room. I’d just room with Shuhua like we did before. It’s also the most spacious among all the current rooms here in the dorm. It hasn’t been that long since I moved anyway, so I won’t be adjusting that much.”
“But…!”
“SHUHUA…!” Soojin called towards the rooms.
Shuhua stepped out of the room with a large blanket draped over her entire body.
“Yes baby?”
“Manager-nim would take my room. We’re roommates again. Please clean your mess because I’m moving my things back there again.”
“Hey Soojin I-“he began.
“YAAAY!” exclaimed Shuhua. “I’ll get our room ready!” and then sped back towards their room.
“There’s your room Oppa. Just give me some time to clear it off of my stuff. Don’t worry, I really don’t have that much.”
“Soojin, It’s really is okay for me to--“
“Manager-nim doesn’t want to be with us,” complained Yuqi, supplying Hanjin with a pout.
“No, I don’t mean it like that, it’s just…”
I can’t wheel my way out of this it seems.
Might as well…
“Well if you guys really insist, I guess I’ll have it a go.”
Let’s see how this would turn out…
“YAAY!” exclaimed Yuqi and Minnie in unison, with Minnie standing up and raising her arms up in the air. Soojin crossed her legs and game Hanjin another red hot smile.
Soyeon emerged from their room, apparently half changed as she wore her tank top and her pajamas while carrying a pillow.
“Yah Yuqi, keep your voice down please. Miyeon-unnie’s already fast asleep.”
“She’s already asleep? We haven’t been in the dorm for what, fifteen minutes?”
Minnie and Soojin laughed in return, and Hanjin could only do so much and join the banter of her new friends on a place he would eventually call home.
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lilbreck · 9 months
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ST:TOS 104 - The Naked Time
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Daughter: AKA: “The Mostly Clothed Time”
The episode opens with a voice over talking about how they’re supposed to be picking up a scientific party, then when they discover the scientists are dead… no reaction. I mean, they could have scanned the planet for life (they apparently can do that according to The Man Trap), but Kirk didn’t mention that in his Captain’s Log and Spock later informs Kirk from the planet’s surface that all station personal are dead. Yes, I’m irrationally irritated by this. Don’t worry, there’s a lot I’m irrationally irritated by in this episode, and I plan to make that everyone’s problem. 😉
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My daughter and I both had a laugh over the beekeeper protective suits that Spock and Tormolen were wearing. I mean, the hood portion was open at the bottom, so it was basically useless. I’m also unsure how both weren’t freezing. Sidenote: apparently, these costumes were made from shower curtains. It shows.
Now, let’s talk about the mannequin. The one that is very obviously a store mannequin and not a dead body. When noting the awkward body proportions, my daughter and I both came to the same conclusion:
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That mannequin died in a beaming accident! Now, granted, my daughter and I may be the only ones who see this, but it will not leave our heads.
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Now listen, I would complain that a scientist would never casually remove his glove in a potentially contaminated area, touch random surfaces and then his face, and then casually put his glove back on, but I’ve actually worked with scientists. Scientists and doctors can be some of the grossest/careless people when it comes to those kinds of things. It’s either that or they’re verging on germaphobia. Not a lot in between.
It’s hilarious that, right after Tormolen (Joe) gets his glove back on, Spock comes in and says, “Be certain we expose ourselves to nothing.” He’s just a bit late on that one. Also, his deadpan delivery of “It’s like nothing we’ve dealt with before” just has me rolling and I’m not sure why. Especially since they really don’t have a lot of information on what happened. For all they know (given that they haven’t really analyzed anything yet) they all could have been drugged.
Was it a contractual obligation to have random dramatic close-ups of Kirk, or was this just really a thing in the 60s? As much as I could take or leave Kirk as a character and Shatner as an actor, the close-ups of him are all stunning.
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I want to touch all the bubbly looking buttons and such on that transporter console.
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Given that Spock had to physically restrain Joe from stepping off the transporter, it is very obvious that the Enterprise (and probably Starfleet by extension) does not have a decontamination procedure. Honestly, the transporter room itself should be a decon room with the engineers working in a separate booth that does not share an entry/exit with the transporter room. Everyone should automatically be scanned upon beaming up (and down for extra safety). Now, this would not have really helped in this case, unless the computer kept a record of each crewman’s biosignatures to compare against how they are when they beam up.
I may have put a bit too much thought into this.
And another thing…
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There was no cleaning/sterilizing/decontaminating of this bed between patients. I’m also failing to see how it’s only reading the patient when both medical personal are leaning on the damn thing. And what is the actual biological reasoning behind having Vulcan pulse rates be so high? I’ve seen people trip over themselves to give in depth theories on how this could be possible… but I’m of the mind that it was just a “see how alien he is?” that they threw in. I told you there was a lot I was irrationally irritated about.
My daughter and I were both rolling our eyes at the casual xenophobic insult McCoy threw at Spock. My daughter files that under “highly unprofessional.” However, I choose to believe it was just two friends ribbing each other.
Joe is absolutely losing it, but the way that Kirk handles the situation reminds me that, although I’m “meh” on him as a character, he does have his subtle moments of showing he’s a very good leader. Also, if Kirk is not a bi/pan hot mess, then why is he always giving men these sultry looks?
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Ooh, sidenote, both my daughter and I theorize that everyone wears those black undershirts except Kirk. It’s either that, or every time his Cheapfleet issued shirt gets torn, he just happens to not be wearing it that day.
Here, have a random cap with Chapel in it. I know we usually think of her as being blonde, but her hair is silver here, and in a very… interesting hair style. Does the Enterprise have a ship hairstylist?
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Now I get that polywater intoxicates people, but why sweating? It’s possible that sweating is a normal side-effect of being drunk and I’m just weird in that I don’t. Anything is possible. Either way, Joe is an angry/self-hating drunk. Speaking of drunks, let’s talk about what kind of drunk each of the other named crew members are, shall we?
Riley is the flirty drunk who will serenade you, your dog, and your grandma. Sulu is the drunk who will try to lead you on an epic adventure.
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Chapel is the horny/romantic drunk who is (obviously) prone to declaring her love and sighing wistfully. Spock is that drunk girl crying in the bathroom.
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And Kirk? He seems to be a very angry and bitter drunk. Not cute.
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I would just like to note that this “respirator” attaches to nothing. I know, advanced technology and everything… but it still makes me laugh. As does this device that could be a blowtorch, cordless hand vacuum, or lord knows what.
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Behold, Sulu hotness. Given the sweat, it’s hotness in more ways than one. Also, Sulu has pockets!
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Uhura, as per usual, is absolutely divine. Also… I kinda ship this as well.
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Given how sweaty Sulu was, both Kirk and Spock (and Uhura) should be infected at this point. In fact, I choose to believe Spock is, and that’s why he seems to exhibit symptoms so quickly after Chapel touches him.
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Behold: a child’s crude drawing of Texas. An artist Scotty is not. Nor, it seems, is he very safety conscious. He really should try some eye protection.
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Rand, once again, being harassed. Not gonna lie, I was scared we were gonna get creeper!Chapel here. Thank goodness she’s not that kind of drunk.
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This moment here with Kirk and Uhura snapping at each other and then apologizing and smiling? I love it. I also think it’s a sign that they’re already infected. I don’t care what the episode tries to say, they touched Sulu’s sweaty skin, so they’re infected.
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I think this is the only unrequited relationship I have ever really shipped. I love this tragically doomed-in-romance Chapel, even while I’m hoping that it’s one of the things they change about her Strange New Worlds.
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During the fight scene between Kirk and an obviously infected Spock, my daughter was chanting “Slap fight! Slap fight!” repeatedly. Yes, she giggled near uncontrollably and I was amused.
What I do find interesting, and what never seems addressed, is that Spock just… randomly recovers. At first slowly, then he’s pretty much recovered when Scotty comes in.
I like how, during Kirk’s speech here, he talks both about how he’s very much noticed Rand, and he displays his resentment for and devotion to the Enterprise. For all that I can see why people ship Kirk with various other characters, I can’t see him ever choosing any of them over the ship. He’s very much married to it, in my opinion. Hell, he even told that ship that he would never lose it.
I would just like to state that there is absolutely no reason they had to wait for Kirk to get to the bridge. He did absolutely nothing except tell them “engage,” which a randomly no-longer affected Spock could have done from engineering and got them out of it that much sooner. However, we would then no longer have had these dramatic scenes:
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End notes:
Daughter: I headcanon that Chapel collects wigs and, in this episode, admits that even she doesn’t know what she sees in Spock. Spock crying in this episode was unsettling and it’s possible that they have a shirt-ripping quota. Also, in the future, men wear space-heels!
Me: One thing I keep forgetting about this episode, but which is important, is that it helped establish the idea of time travel in the Star Trek universe. I’m not sure if that was for the better or worse, but it did establish it.
End of episode tallies (details by daughter)
Unprofessional Behavior: 02 (Joe taking off his glove and scratching his nose on a planet where causes of death are unknown, McCoy insulting Spock. All other instances are either under the influence or life-or-death situations.) Total: 07
Starfleet Are Cheapskates: 01 (Kirk’s shirt tore. Again. Apparently, this is going to be a running theme.) Total: 03
Reasons Why Enterprise Needs a Counselor: 02 (Joe’s breakdown, Sulu and Riley witnessing his suicide attempt) Total: 04
Early Episode Weirdness: 00 (Nothing here, to my knowledge) Total: 05
In The Future, We Like It Retro: 01 (mentions of tapes) Total: 02
We Should Have a Rule for That: 02 (The lack of standard biohazard procedures are why this episode happened. There’s also a lack of eye protection when sawing through the wall. Nothing happens, but it could have. Mom blames Kirk for that one.)
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saiikavon · 11 months
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Working through some thoughts as far as wanting remote work
Kind of feels like even mentioning that I want it to be an option triggers this response of “Well of course you want remote; you’re agoraphobic and you don’t want to go outside.” And I keep being reminded that there’s not a lot of those jobs out there to break into, like I don’t already know. It’s making me feel very childish and I’m starting to internalize the negative thoughts. So I’m just going to get my thoughts together on it by myself before I feel like I have to defend my stance again.
Cons, off the bat: It’s really hard to get into at entry level. Most remote positions are for people who were already working in an office before. There just aren’t a lot of options out there. Depending on the hours, I could very well find myself stuck inside not wanting to go out anywhere because of the work taking up my time. That could include me being reluctant to go visit anyone, as has been a struggle in the past, because of the challenge of navigating those hours. There is the possibility that my hopes for remote work don’t actually pan out the way I want them to. Potentially, some of the issues I hope to resolve by way of remote work could be resolved by alternate means that I just haven’t been able to think of.
Pros, potentially: Completely takes away the eat-get-dressed-commute fight. I don’t drive and it’s frustrating being dependent on others for rides, especially when I’m on a time crunch. It never gets easier. It’s just a matter of whether I succeed in winning the fight or not. With the time crunch out of the way, I could be free to work on the agoraphobia on my own time, without the pressure to be somewhere On Time. The hope is also that I will no longer be tethered to one place. I could take the work pretty much anywhere. I don’t really want to stay at this apartment forever, as much as I hate moving. I’d like to be somewhere stable, just not here; I just couldn’t pick up and move without having to quit yet another job if I had an in-person one. I could hopefully avoid the dreaded “I don’t know when I can visit, let me see if I can get the time off.”
The main problem with the above is that I don’t even know if any of that is accurate. As it stands, I AM home all the time and I never go anywhere. There’s the question of whether that’s because I’m broke and feel like I CAN’T go anywhere or if it’s because I’m avoiding going outside because I have no reason to. I don’t know. And it’s easy to second-guess my own intentions when I have my job counselor reminding me what she thinks about it every time. It just brings back that old feeling of, “Well, everyone else knows better than me; I probably can’t trust myself to know what’s best.”
Therapy soon. Maybe she’ll listen to me.
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thewertsearch · 2 years
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Asks Compilation 27/6
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I’ve heard about this! They’re both games about building up your house, so they’re a natural fit. Do send those games along when I get to the point when you can!
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It’s just like being a furry - sure, it seems weird, but many subcultures do. There’s not really anything wrong with weirdness, after all. 
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They’re a street gang, and they’re led by Gamzee himself. Watch out, Markiplier. 
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The whole thesis of the music video is a celebration of everyday miracles. 
Sure, it’s presented in a pretty bizarre way, but there is a good point there - life is full of things that, by rights, should never stop impressing us. 
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Jade + AC = future Juggalos? 
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Look. All I’m saying is: have you memorized Maxwell’s equations?
Jokes aside, I guess it’s pretty easy not to know how magnets work when you explicitly don’t listen to scientists...
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I didn’t even know there was one, to be honest.
It’s not unrealistic to see these thirteen-year-olds from 2009 dropping slurs, but I try not to include them in the commentary. 
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Bec is the invincible Super Dog, and he will help her complete the level. He’s even white! 
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Blue-bloods scoff at the low-brow Daedric, and Red-bloods think anyone who uses original script is stuffy and boring.
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Thanks!! I’m finding I’m enjoying this project more with every Act. There’s just so much to get into with this comic!
It occurs to me that the later you find this blog, the more of a backlog you have to catch up on. Which, depending on your perspective, can be another positive!
As for the ‘sona.. to be honest, it’s taken a lot of willpower not to pause the liveblog and make a full fanfiction for her Sburb adventures. 🤣 Guess I need all the Sburb lore to do that, though, and it’s fun to slowly develop her session as we slowly learn how sessions work. 
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Aw, shucks. Honestly, I haven’t really done any sprite art in years, but when I was answering the Alchemy ask, I realized I just had to depict these items I was coming up with!
Btdubs, I used Aseprite for all the art, including the gifs. Highly recommend it. 
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Oh, dang it, I didn’t even notice! Gotta amend the script a little, because that might cause some problems with interpreting the text down the line. 
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He kind of is that, isn’t he? 
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This was my full prediction for Gamzee’s personality, based solely on his username. The guy isn’t exactly a thrill-seeker, but he is a sopor addict with little concern for his health. Once again, these usernames really say a lot. 
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Yeah, if you actually think about what’s happening in John’s case, you can make an argument that his entry was the most stressful of all. He was the first in, and understood his situation the least, while Rose and Dave at least had the benefit of knowing what an Entry was. 
I didn’t think to interpret John’s hesitation to bite the apple as a deer-in-headlights response, but, now that I think about it, that may have been exactly what was happening. 
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No, but now I wish it was.
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Sally official title CONFIRMED as Chef of Food. 
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Since it’s not Terezi, I don’t think any of the trolls we’ve seen so far are Vriska - the vibes aren’t right. I think it’s one of the five trolls we haven’t heard from yet...
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Dimple, eh? I hope he doesn’t start possessing people, like some other Dimples I know...
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* Smells like SC4L3M4T3S. 
That’s one of my favorite Undertale quotes, and it’s only fitting that it be a Terezi reference. 
I actually don’t remember fighting that dude in Undertale, but yep, apparently it’s a Hotland spawn. The references never end!
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Thank you! Had a ton of fun making those items. 
I’ll hopefully be making more of them, down the line - maybe next time my Kidsona will try to make meta-items incorporating the Alchemiter, Kernelsprites, etc? 
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Act 5 has been a great demonstration of dramatic irony. We know all the trolls will end up in the same session, and we know the session is doomed - the only thing we don’t know is how we got to that point.
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Why does this feel like something Terezi would actually do?
And yeah, the gradual reveal that all of Terezi’s bizarre behavior with the kids was her actual personality is one of the best and most understated bits in the comic so far. 
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Terezi would fit really well in the Ace Attorney universe - either as one of the many unhinged human lawyers, or as a straight-up alien in a crossover game. 
I honestly feel like Terezi would make a really good lawyer irl, with the proper training. Her mannerisms wouldn’t be a problem if she had talent - and I think she has talent. 
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Heh. To be honest, the Witch class has always been the one that sounds the coolest to me. Bard and Maid are in joint second place, but I just love the irony of a technically-minded Player getting a mystically-flavored class - just like Jade did, I suppose!
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neo-shitty · 2 years
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24/8 — collab masterlist
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“time flows in the same way for all human beings; all human beings flow through time in a different way.” - yasunari kabawata, beauty and sadness
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i think it’s safe to say we’ve all been awake on each hour the day has to offer.
i’m not talking about all-nighters where you’re awake for almost all 24. i mean midnights at cafes, parties reaching the early hours of the day, and the ‘oh fuck, is that the sun?’ moments after realizing you haven’t slept a wink yet…again. basically, just the concept of being physically awake both in daylight and on hours that you shouldn’t be.
this is 24/8, a stray kids drabble collab hosted by yours truly with the prompt: where are you during these hours if you aren’t asleep?
below is the compiled list of entries for the collaboration. i would like to extend my gratitude to those who have participated. once again, thank you for your interest and this whole project wouldn’t have been possible without you.
last updated: aug 16, 2022, 11AM GMT+8
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THE HOURS:
[ 12AM ] 0906:01 or the night you first meet by @soulssung 
summary. [akai ito] ancient belief of chinese origin, also known as the red thread of fate. legend says that the thread connects souls that are destined to meet, regardless of time, space or circumstance. it may tangle and stretch, but can never be broken. having the ability to see the red threads of fate was never seungmin care of. that is, until it was the time to actually met you.  pairings. kim seungmin x gn!reader genre. romance, strangers to lovers, soulmate!au word count. 0.8k warnings. none
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[ 1AM ] it’s probably because of the coffee by @starlostseungmin 
pairings. college student!seungmin x gn!reader genre. fluff, mutual pining, college!au word count. 2.2k warnings. mentions of academic stress, coffee and alcohol consumption, mild swearing, stealing (seungmin lowkey stole from the vending machine)
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[ 2AM ] breathe by @chogiwow 
pairings. clockmaker!lee minho x gn!reader genre. fluff, angst, bittersweet ending, implied rich kid!reader x working class!minho word count. 1.7k warnings. heavy rain, thunder, lightening, smoking, cigarette
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[ 3:34AM ] by @/lixesque
summary. being invited to chan’s studio usually means one isn’t just going there to listen to music, which is why you’ve never been invited—until tonight. pairings. bang chan x gn!reader genre. suggestive, fluff word count. 1.8k warnings. none
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[ 4AM ] why’d you only call me when you’re high? by @sword6empress
pairings. seo changbin x gn!reader genre. suggestive, angst, fwb!au word count. 1.5k warnings. one-sided pining, alcohol and weed consumption
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[ 5:32AM ] by @straykits 
pairings. lee minho x reader genre. fluff, friendly neighbours to ‘this could probably definitely be something more word count. 1.6k warnings. none
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06:00 - seo changbin | @/bbhlover
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[ 07:15 ] by @sulfurcosmos
pairings. bang chan x gn!reader genre. fluff, college!au word count. 1k warnings. mentions of food, sleepless nights
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[ 8AM ] between the clouds by @petrichor-han 
summary. on a rare day where you play hooky from work and felix has a day off, you wake up much too early and indulge in a habit that he hates. pairings. lee felix x reader genre. angst, crumbling relationship word count. 1.5k warnings. smoking, explicit language, arguing, mentions of suicide & suicidal tendencies, blood, broken bones, description of a corpse [no one actually dies, this is just a daydream], “toxic” relationship, allusions to a future break-up
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[ 09:10 ] by @gwynsapphire
pairings. bang chan x gn!reader genre. fluff, idol!au, established relationship!au word count. 1.1k warnings. none
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[ 10:01am ] by @lixesque 
summary. picking up a book at the library comes with some added benefits—like seeing the librarian pairings. librarian!kim seungmin x gn!reader genre. fluff word count. 0.9k warnings. kissing
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[ 12PM ] sweet comfort by @kpop-stories-21
pairings. han jisung x gn!reader genre. angst, fluff, non-idol!au, established relationship!au word count. 1k warnings. mentions of death, mourning, reader is slightly depressed
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[ 01:37pm ] by @misosick 
pairings. non celeb but people follow u bc you’re dating!reader, idol!yang jeongin genre. fluff, slice of life, established relationship!au word count. 1.2k warnings. mention of work/uni stress, not proofread, established relationship
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[ 02:30pm — secret kisses] by @decembermoonskz 
pairings. hwang hyunjin x reader genre. fluff, mildly suggestive, college!au, established relationship!au word count. 0.8k warnings. light makeout session
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[ 3PM ] meet me where the flowers are by @neo-shitty 
pairings. hwang hyunjin x gn!reader genre. hurt/comfort, angst word count. 1.7k warnings. implied character death, mentions of death, references to the gwangju massacre of 1980
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[ 16:47 ] by @straydestiny 
pairings. seo changbin x female reader genre. fluff word count. 0.7k warnings. mentions of food, overworking, skipping meals
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[ 5:29 PM ] luckiness by @violixs 
pairings. lee know x reader genre. fluff, domestic!au word count. 1.3k warnings. mentions of wine, kissing
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[ 6PM ] heat waves by @crispy-chan 
summary. jisung’s favourite past time is kissing you. pairing. han jisung x female reader genre. fluff, established relationship!au word count. 1.8k warnings.  mildly suggestive, jisung’s hands wander lol, mentions of insecurities
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[ 8PM ] eleven minutes by @late-minhours
summary. yet, that’s all there is. no matter how much i prayed for a shift of fate, the universe was deaf and god was asleep, leaving my ardent wishes to reverberate into an oblivious abyss like an echo—scattered and forgotten by everyone, save for me and my counterpart in this disaster, both of us equally broken. pairing. lee felix x female!oc genre. drama, timetravel!au word count. 4.5k warnings. heavy angst, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, brief mention of doctors, medical investigations (for diagnosis) and a stroke, memory loss, manipulation.
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[ 21:05 ] always safe by @starlighthan 
pairings. hwang hyunjin x reader genre. fluff, established relationship!au word count. 1.4k warnings. none
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[ 10:05 ] with you by @minilinooo 
pairings. han jisung x gn!reader genre. fluff, established relationship word count. 1k warnings. none
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[ 11PM ] that girl by @pastelsicheng​
pairings. yang jeongin x gn!reader genre. college!au, bffs!au word count. 1k warnings. cursing
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adammbakri · 1 year
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H’ai
ABOUT FIVE OR SIX YEARS AGO
I was back home on a family visit. Summers in New York get suffocating, so I got into the habit of spending most of them in Palestine.
One early morning, while I was in a state between sleeping and waking - later I would learn that this phenomena has been scientifically termed “hypnopompic state” - I saw him standing on the edge of my bed: a tiny little boy of 4 or 5 years old, about 10 CM long (a little over 4 inches) with wavy brown curls and big brown eyes! He seemed to be looking at me as if in a state of wonder, and his eyes kept getting larger and larger. Expressionless really, but not unfriendly. The dream must have continued for a few seconds before I woke up with a very agreeable feeling. However, not intrigued enough, I rushed to a lazy conclusion that it was most likely my appreciation for "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry that unconsciously concocted this whole surrealistic vision. So I brushed it off and went about my day.
FAST FORWARD FOUR OR FIVE YEARS (During which I didn’t give the vision any serious thoughts)  
Excerpts from my diary: August, Summer of 2022 The city of Hammamat, Tunisia
Entry 1. 8/1: I arrived at the studio today. There were a group of men standing at the entrance. I didn’t recognize any of them except the line producer whom I recognized from his profile photo on whatsapp. The strangest thing happened! Upon seeing me entering, he said, "here comes the spy". Huh? If that was a joke, it was shockingly bizarre. And if it wasn’t, I am very confused.
I was supposed to have a fitting at 4pm. I waited in a dusty fitting room smelling a mixture of mole and sewage. The fitting ladies have left their lunch boxes uncovered so flies were swarming everywhere. The costume designer didn’t show up. Neither did her associates. I left.
Entry 2. 8/2: I had my first session with the sword trainer this morning. He didn’t speak a word of English or Arabic.  He only spoke Spanish and had a cigarette in his mouth the entire time. The session, according to the training schedule, was supposed to be a full hour solely with me. Instead, we mimed our way through for 15 minutes with the presence of another actor, a young kid of 16 or 17 who kept his sunglasses all the time and barely said hi. I am supposed to start shooting in a week or so.
Entry 3. 8/3: I had a fitting today and I like the costumes. They look good on me. I bumped into the director today. We exchanged hello and I expressed my enthusiasm, an interaction of 7 seconds in total. Weather is unbearably hot.
Entry 4. 8/4: Line producer called me yesterday at 10pm. I was in bed. He mumbled something about the horse trainer sending a report against me, saying I can’t ride a horse! Huh? What horse trainer? I haven’t seen him! He must have mistaken me with someone else. He said no, he sent him my picture! I said I have shot an entire movie for 3 months and a half riding a horse, having had trained intensively for 7 months prior to that. What is he talking about? Line producer kept making this weird sound: ha’m h’am. What the hell was that? Was he actually listening to me? I think he is either clinically retarded or has serious concentration issues. Where am I? Who are these people?
Entry 5. 8/5: Over breakfast, I met one of the actors on the show. He said, "the staff of the hotel love you… those are the people that count - the real people - Don't mind what others say." What others say!!!! What did he mean by that! I wish he didn't say that because now I will be walking and looking behind my back!
Entry 6. 8/6: this production is a disaster. I have to get things done, and do my work to the best of my abilities despite of this chaos.   These are things that are way beyond my control. I am not responsible for teaching people how to follow a protocol. Or how to be decent human beings.
Entry 7. 8/7: We haven't had any rehearsal or meeting with the director yet. They told me he doesn't want to rehearse or meet! How strange! I see him at the gym from time to time. He is on his phone the entire time. We exchange hellos! He actually knows I'm one of the main actors of his show, the one he is supposed to direct, but he doesn't seem very interested in meeting me. What is going on? Who IS this guy?
Entry 8. 8/8: I can’t have this food anymore. I am going to get sick. From now on my dinner will be my lunch.
Entry 9. 8/9: colleagues who were friendly to me are now cold. Barely saying hi. I am so confused.  Why is this happening to me?  What is happening?  I miss Cynthia.  
Entry 10. 8/10: They cancelled my shooting days again. I can't take it anymore.
Entry 11. 8/11: I miss Cynthia so much.  
Entry 12. 8/12: First day of shoot was supposed to happen today. I waited 8 hours on set today at the end of which the 3rd AD came and said I can go home because we are not shooting.
I want to quit this show.
Entry 13. 8/13: At breakfast one of the actors told me the main actor left the show, and they are restarting everything. I am shocked.
I  called my father, told him what happened and said “I want to leave this show” . He said no I should stick around. It’ll be good for my career and I have to do my work professionally.  He seemed preoccupied so I let him go.  My anxiety is sky rocketing.
Entry 14. 8/14: shoot’s been delayed for another 5 days.  It’s been two weeks and I can’t stand it. It is grueling.  But I am here for work and I am a professional actor.  Repeat after me Adam: It’s going to be okay.
Entry 15. 8/15: first shooting day. Director doesn’t show up to set?  How is that possible?  
Entry 16. 8/16: I need to pick up my colors again.  Either that or I seriously get sick here.
AND I DID
I had watched a course on Domestika where the artist suggests the idea of writing down one's needs at the moment in time prior to creating a painting. So I followed his suggestion! The first thought I wrote was “I need a friend”. Then as I began to put my thoughts onto the paper, sketching out each detail and curve, something magical started to happen. The lines and shapes effortlessly took on a life of their own, gradually forming into the image of a little boy. And then, as I looked at the finished drawing, it hit me like a bolt of lightning - this was the same child who had appeared in my dream years ago! He was there all along! He never left my subconscious! All I had to do was bring him to the surface. With every stroke of my pencil, I felt as though I was breathing life into this new friend, watching him come alive on the page before me.  
Upon finishing up the first sketch I caught myself uttering the word “Kh’ai” … it’s a sound that Lebanese people use to express a feeling of relief or release… My wife uses it often. Holding the pen, I looked at the character and said he is H’ai with an H sound, not a KH.
H’ai is an Arabic word which means alive, thriving, breathing or animated.
I did end up leaving the show, or “forced to leave”, but thanks to H’ai, I was able to keep my peace and sanity through that awful time! Creating tens and tens of sketches and drawings that continue to this day! H’ai became not only a friend but a guide, a channel through which I connect to the Source of all things - the omnipresent - from which I draw upon images of beauty and wisdom. Drawing H’ai has become one of my most spiritual practices, akin to a meditation... a sacred ritual, healing, and divine. 
Darkness IS the absence of Light. But the concept of light cannot exist without its opposite. So yes, it goes without saying, I am forever grateful for the darkness that allowed H’ai to be manifested. To emerge as a beacon of Light… 
P.s visit my art page on Instagram: @adammbakriart to meet H’ai (:
Adam
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accustiv-archived · 9 months
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@audaciiae sent: 📔 wait i also wanna see beaus notes about kit/the chameleon hehehe / accepting
a collection of experts from the records of beau carnegie regarding kit harris:
Entry 162 .
The Chameleon went to Oxygen today. The actual Chameleon. Apparently it was their birthday? Apparently they booked with Alex. Apparently they were wasted. Cas seemed super excited, which makes sense, but I also have a really bad feeling about this. I don’t think we need to be circling someone like that right now. Whatever, absolutely wild they’re only like 22.
Entry 173 .
Kit Harris. 22 years old. Fake redhead, fake RP accent. Currently operating out of Los Angeles. Currently fucking Alex Stanwick. Like right now. I had to hide in the bathroom until it was clear for me to get out. I haven’t asked Jack what info she has on them, I don’t need to, I can do my own homework.
Entry 176 .
Kit is taking Alex on a heist. I guess that means Cas is in their crew now? He’s being vague with the details, but from what I gather it’s Kit that doesn’t have a real plan, not that he doesn’t want to tell me. Kit’s operation is a little hard to understand, I genuinely don’t think there’s much actual structure? Loyal crew, though, which is always a concern when you’re lying to someone like that - loyalty is a lot harder to circumvent than job security.
Entry 181 .
They won’t leave him alone they won’t leave him alone they won’t leave him the fuck alone !!!!
Entry 189 .
This is the third time Casper has taken Kit’s target from them before they get the chance, and Kit’s still no closer to figuring out it’s him by the looks of it. I’ve asked him to stop. He won’t.
I have been looking into them as much as I can, there’s just nothing there. I found a few possible missing persons who could possibly be connected to the Chameleon, teenager that went missing from Chicago, a Scottish tourist that vanished in Cancun, a French Canadian hospital patient, and a Floridian who went to Mykonos and never came back. The dates all match up roughly, all of the cases have really suspiciously haphazard records, and I have absolutely no idea if any of them are anything at all or if I’m just wasting my time. I don’t like knowing who I’m dealing with. Who he’s dealing with. I don’t like it.
Entry 190 .
I think Kit stole M’s cheque. $25k taken from the safe? I know it wasn’t me, even if Casper seemed to think it was… I know it wasn’t me, I don’t steal from the house, what the fuck? He said Kit wouldn’t, that they would just break the lock rather than pick it, that he didn’t see any of their crew either, that they wouldn’t do that to him. But??? Kit doesn’t know Casper, they only know Alex, and Alex wouldn’t give a shit?
It was Kit, I know it was. But he won’t listen to me… I think he’s actually falling for his own con? I want to get out. I want him to get out. I don’t know what to do.
Entry 348 .
I fucked Kit... shit.
Entry 349 .
Cas gets out tomorrow. I’m going to pick him up. I don’t know if he’ll listen to me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to warn him. Kit wants to do some big reveal before things kick off, they have a flair for the dramatic, in case that hasn’t become excruciatingly obvious. From what they’ve told me it’s the manuscripts they’re after, I’ve checked the storage units I had access to, and found nothing. Kit’s also been looking, but I haven’t asked for details yet, I don’t want to show my hand too early. They still haven’t introduced me to anyone else in their crew, so I know they don’t trust me for shit, which means I am going to have to keep myself as unsuspicious as I can for as long as I can. If Kit wants those manuscripts, I want to know why. Then I can start to think.
Entry 361 .
They’re actually going to kill me.
Kit came round today, apparently Casper hasn’t been as thorough with his bug sweeps as I thought. They heard everything. I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I don’t know how much time I have left to win them back before they give up and just get rid of me. I don’t even know why I’m doing this anymore - I don’t know what I thought this would achieve, I don’t know why I’m so stupid. He doesn’t give a shit about me, I know that, so why can’t I just let Kit have him? Sometimes I think that’s what he wants anyway.
Anyway, the cut’s minor. If there’s a scar it will be minimal. So that’s something.
Entry 491 .
Fuck. Alright.
I’m encrypting these records with new software, and then I’m going to stop updating. If anyone finds these it will be Jack. I don’t even know why I’ve kept them this long. I don’t know what the point is. I don’t know. But I know someone’s going to die soon, I’m going to die soon. If I don’t leave, I will be killed. If I don’t draw a line under this fucked up toxic twisted bullshit between Casper and Kit, one of them will finally snap and kill me… Probably Kit. Probably to get to Casper - like that would ever work. Neither of them will notice I’m gone, not until they need something from me, anyway. I’m not going to say where I’m going. I’m not going to say when I’m leaving. Kit’s been too deep in my head for too long for me to even know if this is my choice, and the longer I stay pining for Casper, the harder it gets for me to see the surface. I’m drowning. I’m tired. I don’t want to be a pawn anymore. So I’m out.
Jack, if you do find this; I missed you.
Swiss Accounts are Here Here and Here.
Cayman Accounts Here and Here.
Bank of America Here.
HSBC Here.
Storage unit coordinates Here and Here.
I don’t need them anymore. The money’s yours.
If its Cas or Kit reading this? I have nothing left to say. Fuck you both.
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astramthetaprime · 9 months
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Marking Time
Since I finished “Windfall” I’ve been at a loss, really.  I have no motivation really to write anything, not fanfic or original stuff.  I’ve listened to some writing podcasts (the excellent Writing Excuses, seriously good advice from these folks).  I’m meaning to start working on Pathfinder again, and as I’ve got the story to a place where Finnian is stuck inside the cargo hold of Yuka’s ship and will be for a while I’m sort of wondering how I’m going to advance the story any.  There’s been some insights thanks to the podcasts but nothing has helped the motivation.  I don’t want to sink back into not writing anymore.  I feel alive when I’m writing, I want that. I need that.
But on the other hand, I guess I’m too worried about other matters to really do much.  
$11 / hr is just not enough to live on.  I can’t cover all my bills.  I’m afraid.  
I work at a grocery store that throws food away on a daily basis and yet doesn’t pay me enough to afford to actually buy groceries there.  If I took home any of that thrown away food, it would be considered stealing.  And since I’m working I can’t qualify for food stamps.  And yet, my dog and I still need to eat.  And I have a mortgage which isn’t getting paid.  I’m not sure what to do and no one can help me.  I may be looking at losing the house.  
So yeah, that may be why I haven’t got much motivation to write.  
I’ve started looking for another job.  Remote data entry this time, but I’m aiming for $15 / hr full time because seriously that’s what I need to live.  Why beat around the bush about it?  
I just ... having a reason to live helped, y’know?  
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