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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

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Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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pawprintsmoon · 3 years

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Henry knew

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28968006/chapters/71477736

Part III

“Friends”

Henry knew that he couldn’t interfere with or hasten Alex’s journey of self discovery, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for Henry to stifle the fantasies he’d been having for years. Fantasies where Alex would take his hand, kiss his palm, and admit his feelings. He imagined telling Alex everything he knew about Queer history, teaching him all the brilliant things two men can do with their bodies. Though it would be a disaster, he wished he could help Alex figure it all out. Though it would be a disaster, he wishes Alex would just figure it out on his own already.

There is something incredibly seductive about somebody wanting you desperately, even if they don’t know about their feelings. Henry knew that Alex longed for their long texting conversations as much as he did and when Henry sent him mirror shots, he knew that Alex must unknowingly be wishing the prince was shirtless in them. It was fortunate that they're an ocean apart, because if they spent any real time together, even the hopeless first son would notice their undeniable chemistry. Disaster. The whole thing reeked of inevitable heartbreak.

At some point Henry decided that they could be friends.

Because it would all be okay, as long as Alex kept thinking they were just friends. Friends that text every day, every hour. They memorized each other’s sleep cycles and had a constant stream of conversation going. Henry never left his phone unattended and every time he got a text he hoped it was from Alex. They talked about anything and nothing, and every morning Henry sent Alex a snap of him having his tea. Alex would often respond with a selfie in bed and Henry would have to take deep breaths and try not to encourage him too much.

But the truth was, Henry’s heart skipped a beat every time Alex initiated a conversation.

Alex: Nora made me delicious cookies

Henry: Biscuits, you mean.

Alex: stop being so british

Henry: I’m the Prince of Wales, Alex. Being British kind of comes with the territory.

Alex: they’re really good cookies :-P

Henry: Can I have one?

Alex: hmmmm think you can fly across the ocean before the melty choc chips get cold?

Henry: Probably not… Alex: Would you if you could?

Henry didn’t respond to that right away.

Henry: Ugh, now I want cookies. Why would you mention cookies when I can’t have any? Rude.

There was a double meaning there, but Henry was fairly certain that Alex wouldn’t pick up on it.

Alex: It was a conversation starter

Henry: Well it’s a rubbish conversation starter

Alex: yeah? well we’re conversing, aren’t we? checkmate bitch.

Alex was so himself. The guy completely lacked a filter and seemed to have no problem exposing to Henry the innermost depths of his mind. The way he’d seek out playful arguments was like watching a fifth grade boy flirt, but it was endearing. Henry found himself opening up as well, despite his better judgement. He loved the way Alex casually used pet names, and he melted when Alex gave him his full attention, which he frequently did. Sometimes Alex would text him with ‘xoxo’s.’

Henry was so eager (and apprehensive) that even the mention of LGBT filled him rushes of excitement. It was one of their slow conversations that intermittently interrupted their busy day. Replies were squeezed in between meetings and classes, and this constant texting back and forth was the dizzying background track of Henry’s life.

Alex: Where do I find a best friend like Pez?

Henry: Grinder.

Alex: lo no really. How did you meet him?

Henry: At a Drag Show in Soho.

Alex: noooo really??

Henry: You’re surprised by that? Pez is the epitome of pansexual, Alex. He’s also vaguely gender queer and very polyamorous. You couldn’t possibly not have noticed that.

Alex: yeah duh i totally knew that ;) I wasn’t born yesterday sweet cheeks

Henry: Of course not.

Sometimes it got even more dangerous:

Alex: yo, what's your type?

Henry: Kind, driven, brunette, dumb, good sense of humor

Alex: oh, that sounds kind of like me... too bad I'm not a girl lol

Henry: ...did I mention dumb?

Alex: yeah

Henry: ok just making sure

On those days it was both painful and reassuring to know how completely clueless Alex was. On other days Alex would be completely on point:

Alex: what ya doin?

Henry: I’ve just finished my dance class and am taking David on a walk in the rose garden.

Alex: are you singing to the birds?

Henry: Indeed, a lovesick ballad about wishes coming true.

Alex: *gif of Snow White with a bird on her finger* you ever get sick of being a fairy princess?

Henry: That’s fairy prince, thank you.

Henry: And yes, I often wile away my days in the tallest tower, yearning for my true love.

Alex: o be still my beating heart *audio recording of Alex singing ‘someday my prince will come’*

Of course, Alex had no idea how on point he was. Henry rolled his eyes, shoved his phone back in his pocket, and had that Sleeping Beauty Disney song stuck in his head the rest of the day.

One night, he was lying alone on his golden bed, staring at his phone and thinking about Alex. He typed words into a text...

“You’re beautiful.”.

... but never send it. He backspaced and took a breath before typing something else…

“I really like you.”

...and back space again. He loved how he felt like he was teetering at the edge of a precipice. The risk that his thumb might accidentally hit ‘return’ teased him. Enticed him.

“Maybe we could be a thing?”

But no. Backspace. He scowled and threw his phone down to his mattress in frustration. A second later his phone buzzed and he grabbed it back up to see a snap of a disheveled Alex praying to the coffee gods at his desk.

Most days Henry was able to cope with the constant frustration, but then one night Alex called him about babysitting turkeys. Their first phone conversation was absolutely ridiculous and included Alex saying both the word “sensual” and “cute.” When it was time, Henry really needed to go to sleep, but they didn’t know how to hang up from a phone conversation yet.

“Okay,” Alex said softly.

“Okay,” Henry agreed.

“Okay,” Alex said again, his voice sweet and electric. Henry knew that this was a ‘ no, you hang up first’ moment, and his face lit up with a lazy smile. His heart felt so big.

“Okay,” Henry repeated. “So. Good night.”

“Cool,” Alex said, almost a whisper. “Good night.”

When Alex texted him immediately after the conversation with the lame excuse of needing animal pictures, Henry began to realize that there was no way that Alex would stay oblivious for long. Worse, Henry knew that he wouldn’t be able to say no to the beautiful American boy once he finally figured it out.

#having lots of fun with this #hope you are too!#the yo what's your type text conversation is borrowed from #Claremonte-holleran #red white & royal blue #fanfiction #henry knew #rwrb ao3 #rwrb #First Prince

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2jiung · 4 years

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-ˏ͛ aesthetic tagˏ´-

tagged by @jisusgf (thank you for tagging me baby! <3) tagging @junhee-s @nctyz (you don’t have to if you don’t want to ofc! & if anyone else wants to do this, just say i tagged you !!) rules bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon

jaesmintea

naptimetea

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

listening to a song and remembering the times you used to listen to it on repeat | imagining yourself living in any other life than the one you have now | crop tops and high waisted jeans | forgetting to smile but not actually being upset | nuzzling your face in the crook of their neck | back hugs when you’re stressed | turning in assignments 1 minute before they’re due | wanting a relationship but getting scared the moment you’re in one | pretending that you don’t care when inside you’re burning with doubts and fears | the sound of the evening waves as you lie on the sand | lying in your bed listening to your sad playlist | exhaustion but you can’t sleep | singing loudly when you’re the only one home | feeling safe and comfortable with that person in your life | knee high suede black boots with your black winter coat | comfort over appearance | writing essays at 2 am | creative peak from 1 am to 4 am | the one that always ends up walking in the back of a friend group

hyunsracha

maaneskin

cho1jisu — jani

mirror-mv

resting your head on someone’s shoulder | flower-shaped earrings | writing birthday letters for friends | tinted lip balm | shimmery eyeshadow | drawing little flowers on my papers during class | talking to your pets | spending hours walking around in fabric stores | letting your friends sit on your lap when there aren’t enough seats | rewatching childhood movies with your loved ones and reminiscing those times | picnic dates | paint/pencil stains on your hands and arms | sitting outside with your friends during a party and looking up at the nightsky | skipping and dancing around the house | cycling with one hand on the handlebar and the other one holding your friend’s hand

#i should socialize more on here ahh i never know who to tag ;;#this tag game is so lovely though #i loved reading everone's aesthetics #*everyone's #i really need to fix the y key on my laptop...#tag game #solcore

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lucyhblack · 4 years

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It's time to learn about the powerful and mysterious Gasterblasters.

Gasterblaster

The Gasterblaster Class is a Class exclusive to Pokesans, with habits and physical characteristics unique among all pokesans.

Physically they are easily recognizable by their considerable size (some documented specimens reach 6 meters from the snout to the tail) and their more “animalistic” physical structures, mainly their “draconian” skulls, similar to the floating skulls (blasters) that the pokesans can cast for attacks.

In fact, not only do they just look like blasters, they really are blasters!

When the puppies of pokesans of this Class are born, the parents conjure blasters to cover the small and soft skulls of the puppies as an extra protection. When the pokesans evolve, their skulls fuse with their "improvised helmets" making them part of them.

In the first stage these pokesans are bipedal, as most pokesans are (those that have legs, I mean), but once evolved their bodies change and they become quadrupeds. They can still occasionally walk on two legs but their main form of locomotion is in four, like the bears (the animals, not Monsters).

Gasterblaster are the largest pokemons found in the world, being able to easily reach 6 meters or more.

As well as their appearance, they behave more wildly than other Classes and live exclusively in family flocks that are very difficult to find due to the fact that they inhabit inhospitable and difficult to access regions such as deserts, the top of snowy mountains or the deep volcanic caves. That is why it is so difficult to study or capture them.

The Classic Family's are found in the vast Hotland desert (and are the "easiest" to find), while the Swaps prefer Snowdin's high mountain ranges (very difficult to find them, but there are a number of sightings) and Fell the volcanic caves between the two territories (practically impossible to find and very rarely seen).

This is another unique feature of this Class, since other Classes (with the exception of Outer if we consider that its main habitat is space) are found spread across the Continent.

The Gasterblaster are considered to be the oldest known pokesans (and perhaps pokemon) and there is much speculation in the scientific field about them.

Some researchers believe that the Gasterblaster are the original pokemons, that is, the first pokemons created by the Angel.

Others believe that in fact they are a species that diverged from the first pokemons, and due to their isolation, they ended up not developing in the same way as the rest of the other pokesans.

Regardless of their origin, they are pokesans with unique looks and habits and have very complex social structures (the most complex in the Pokemon world).

The little we know about their is thanks to the great Explorer (and current member of Elite 4) Arthurus who explored the Desert of Hotland and observed these great beings up close.

They live in groups (usually family members and belonging to a single Family), ranging from a few members (4 or 5) to groups containing more than 10.

The pack is usually led by a mated main couple (they are usually a monogamous), and only that couple can reproduce. If a pokesans want the chance to mate, they must beat the leaders or leave the pack and form their own pack.

A pokesans who challenge the leaders and lose are immediately expelled from the pack. A pokesan of this Class has little chance of surviving without a pack and it is very difficult to be accepted in another pack (usually they will have to beat the Leaders or work hard for it).

If the challenger wins the fight he takes the lead of the pack. The defeated couple remains in the pack, but they are no longer allowed to reproduce, or even challenge the new leader.

The packs are incredibly organized, with each individual having their role within.

They are usually nomads (so it is too difficult to find them), only settling in one place to reproduce and lay eggs. Once the puppies are able to travel, they move back.

While in this period they are extremely territorial, not allowing any other pack/pokemon to approach the established territory.

They are known for their skulls, their resilience, ferocity and difficulty in finding them (and therefore in capturing them).

Their overalls are usually very basic and, like their magic, follow the colors of the Families. Once evolved, their clothes do not seem to follow their growth and often end up torn (usually at the level of the chest, exposing their rib cage or dividing the jumpsuit into two pieces, blouse and pants and sometimes even disappearing completely).

It is rare that they conjure an ecto-body, except for reproduction or for flight (covering the bones of the wings).

Once evolved they only conjure blasters to cover the cubs' skulls, never to attack. They preferring to attack directly (their own skulls are, in part, blasters! So they usually loop these attacks themselves).

They are usually found in the Dragon Type with the greatest variation for Earth, Flying, Ice and Rock.

Few coaches were able to find them and even more captured them. They are very powerful pokesans, but they are not so difficult to train, once a bond is established.

Despite this they are not pokesans for beginners.

If you intend to risk and trying to capture one, I recommend taking Cyan (Friendly ball) or Purple (Long ball) Pokeballs, and a good dose of Repel (in case you survive the capture and don't get killed by the rest of the pack).

Once a bond is established, don't be alarmed by not having good mental communication with him.

These pokesans don't seem to care (or strive) to communicate, yet you will know what they are thinking or wanting communicate (or so all the Gasterblaster masters say). They seem to be a Pokemon species that cannot (or again, does not want to) communicate, not even in a few words, in the language Monster.

We don't know much about their Heat cycles since only one couple per pack reproduces and they usually isolate themselves from the rest of the pack during that period. The couple is believed to have some kind of inhibitor that suppresses heat from the rest of the pack.

The couple usually generates 2 to 5 eggs, once again being an exception among the pokesans (who do not usually generate so many eggs) and the puppies are considered the most fragile among the pokesans and those who take the longest to control their powers (perhaps due to that’s why parents started using blasters to cover their skulls). The hatchlings are raised mainly by their parents, but the entire flock participates in their protection.

All this information was taken from observations of flocks of Gasterblaster of the Classic Family. Unfortunately, due to living in inhospitable and isolated places (such as mountains and deep caves with difficult access) it is almost impossible to observe flocks of other Families of this Class.

Compared to others in the same Family, the Classic are not as lazy (in fact they are considered the most active among the Classic), yet they can remain inactive for a long time, just sleeping under the scorching sun and the cold desert nights, or just enjoying the puppies playing.

Of the Swap, we only know that sometimes they help travelers lost in the snow and a greater tendency to be flying.

Fells seem to be often described with large horns and even spiny tails.

Both Families seem to have an incredible talent (we can even say magic, if you know what I mean) to hide or disappear without a trace, even though they are such big creatures.

Swapfells in this Class are so rare (since the packs do not mix and the Swap and Fell Families prefer very different habitats) that they were only briefly seen once by a traveler, who reported 2 puppies with their parents before they disappear amid rocks and fog.

To finish, out of curiosity, this Class was named in honor of the first scholar to discover them (or at least catalog it scientifically), the Researcher and Explorer WD. Gaster (the great-grandfather of the world famous Dr. Gaster).

(Hmm? What do you mean, "I'm talking too much"? That's the idea... Now wait a minute Geno, I'm not "favoring" anyone! It's not my fault if we have so little information about them that I can summarize EVERYTHING in a single article... Oh, no Cherry! Of course I don't like them more than the Fells... or the you... Oh, Come on guys! Guys? Guys?!)

#undertale #gaster blaster #gaster blaster!sans #gb!sans #gaster #w.d. gaster #pokemon #pokesans #encyclopedia pokesans #fanfic #my fic #my au #From Pockets to Monsters

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bookschocolatesworld · 6 years

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Final call to save the world from 'climate catastrophe'

I NEED EVERYONE TO READ THIS ARTICLE ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE!

https://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-45775309

AND THIS ONE

https://www.bbc.com/news/newsbeat-45096740

But in case you are really lazy I will summarize it for you:

IF WE DO NOT DO SOMETHING NOW AND GLOBAL TEMPERATURE RISES OVER 1.5C. THERE WILL BE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES! Limiting the warning to 1.5C brings a lot of benefits compared with limiting it to 2C.

"Scientists might want to write in capital letters, 'ACT NOW, IDIOTS,' but they need to say that with facts and numbers," said Kaisa Kosonen, of Greenpeace, who was an observer at the negotiations. "And they have."

THE 1.5C TEMPERATURE “GUARD RAIL” could be exceeded in only 12 years (2030)!!

We can stay below it - but it will require urgent, large-scale changes from governments and individuals and we will have to invest a massive pile of cash every year, about 2.5% of global gross domestic product (GDP=value of all goods & services produced), for two decades.

THERE NEED TO BE RAPID AND SIGNIFICANT CHANGES IN FOUR BIG GLOBAL SYSTEMS: Energy, land use, cities and industries

WELL WHAT CAN YOU AS AN INDIVIDUAL DO?

buy less meat, milk, cheese and butter and more locally sourced seasonal food - and throw less of it away • drive electric cars but walk or cycle short distances • take trains and buses instead of planes • use videoconferencing instead of business travel • use a washing line instead of a tumble dryer • insulate homes • demand low carbon in every consumer product

ALSO, MAKE SURE YOU VOTE ON POLITICIANS WHO ARE AWARE OF THIS THREAT, AND READY TO ACT ON IT!

WHAT HAPPENS IF WE DO NOT ACT NOW??

1. You can kiss coral reefs goodbye

2. CHOCOLATE is under threat

A rise in global temperatures causes weather systems to be unpredictable and inconsistent, which would put cacao growing at risk.

3. The Arctic could melt

If the Arctic melted, many animals who live there would die out. It would also change the way the whole Earth works. AND it is a vicious circle - the less ice there is to reflect heat away from the Earth, the more global warming accelerates.

4. Entire nations would have to move

If the sea level rises too much, nations in and near the ocean will be flooded, and unable to stay where they are now.

5. UNPREDICTABLE RAIN WILL CAUSE FLOODING AND DROUGHT

6. MANY SPECIES WILL DIE OUT, WHICH WILL ALSO AFFECT THE WHOLE ECO SYSTEM

These were the consequences written about in the articles but I’m sure there are many more. It will be incredibly expensive for governments to get the global warming down, but if everyone does SOMETHING it would help.

“The report is clear that if governments just fulfill the pledges they made in the Paris agreement for 2030, it is not good enough. It will make it very difficult to consider global warming of 1.5C," said Prof Jim Skea.

"This is the moment where we need to decide" said Kaisa Kosonen. "We want to move to clean energy, sustainable lifestyles. We want to protect our forests and species. This is the moment that we will remember; this is the year when the turning point happened."

THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY RANT, PLEASE SPREAD AND MAKE PEOPLE AWARE OF THIS THREAT!

#sorry for the long post #BUT ITS IMPORTANT #climate change #save the planet

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magicalgirlsofshoujo · 5 years

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Hello Everyone

Hello everyone, after a very long time, this is Fuyu again.

To begin with, some apologies. I am sorry for disappearing without any notice. It was especially unfair to the people I was bringing on to help with the blog. I am sorry for thinking no one would really notice and letting my own self doubt and shame take the wheel.

I am also sorry that I somehow simultaneously missed a Cardcaptor Sakura revival and yet no real new magical girls of shoujo wtf.

Back on a serious note, I have some explanations. In my classic, "definitely could have said this in about half the words and with no proofreading whatsoever."

Oh gosh, this really does make me feel nostalgic.

I don't believe people have to share their personal lives if it harms them. So, don't let anything I say guilt you or your specific circumstance. Escapism is a wonderful part about fandom and the internet. Because the world is doodoo and we're all knee deep in it lately.

However, the fact that I had to run away and hide has as much to do with the nature of feel good escapism and fandom as it does with my own personal issues. What does a person do when the things they enjoy no longer make them happy?

For me the answer was to keep trying for a long time, because I felt robbed of what I love. Also, to some extent I felt I was prioritising trying to regain that feeling over confronting what was going on inside me. I did try a little bit to just take a step back. I reached out for more people to help with the blog when I started feeling the weight on me. But then getting helpers on board ended up becoming an effort in itself and my dwindling social energy just went into negative numbers.

That's why I just stood up and walked away. I had altogether too much to deal with in my brain and saying a proper goodbye somehow felt like another monumental effort.

That's also why feel an explanation of what I went through can be beneficial, because that is far from unknown in an anime fandom where otaku culture and its issues of toxicity are well known.

I do like to think I had a more wholesome attitude about it though. Teehee~

And since I was convinced no one would really care (brains are dumb) and was proven wrong upon my return even after all this time, I feel like an explanation for anyone who wanted one was warranted. Even if it's in classic Fuyu word vomit style.

I know I have always felt better when I've read stories similar to my own struggles. The feeling of, "I'm not alone!" is one that can't be underestimated. In addition, even in small areas like my little corner here, I think normalizing mental illness is a worthy cause. Everyone knows someone suffering whether they know it or not and such.

So, the short explanation is it turns out I've been living with undiagnosed ADHD. This was becoming a problem right around the time of my disappearance. For whatever reason the mechanisms I set up to deal with what I thought was laziness (primarily mainlining caffeine and forcing myself into deadlines to motivate myself) no longer worked and I would stare at computer screens where words would once come easily. This was a problem for the area of study that I loved and enjoyed so much. In my case it was also a big problem for the fandom I loved and enjoyed.

My words are all over this blog and I haven't written anything since I left.

Currently I am still exactly one course away from my undergrad degree, same as when this all started. This is at least partially because I was only diagnosed very recently.

Because I couldn't do these things I panicked and then would become extremely depressed. This was the incredibly visible problem and so when I got help I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety, panic disorder, and depression. All are definitely true, but now we believe we diagnosed the surface symptoms and missed the underlying cause of adhd.

Instead of my anxiety, panic, and depression cycle coming from nowhere it was usually triggered directly by my lack of focus and motivation. So, years of focusing efforts on my, admittedly unbearable, moods ultimately always came up short because as soon as I felt well enough to try again, I would eventually hit the same wall in my brain and panic all over again.

The main reason I wanted to share this story is because of this difficulty in diagnosing. I don't want to get into the politics and economics of healthcare in the US that affected my care (suffice to say there were large gaps in treatment) because there's an element here that's a little more in my wheelhouse: gender.

I think the idea of gender bias in the medical community is fairly well-known, but essentially women's accounts of their symptoms are discounted by their own doctors.

This can be an issue with women and girls who suffer from ADHD because we do not match the visible checklist. Specificallyn regarding the "hyperactivity" part of ADHD. One explanation behind this, once I subscribe to, is that it's because girls are socialized differently and have different expectations.

Once upon a time, I fit the understood criteria. I would fidget all over my desk and talk to all my classmates instead of doing my work. Generally being a minor nuisance. The fidgeting issue was focused on the fact that I liked to wear skirts and that was unladylike. Going back through old report cards sees me labelled "chatty." I eventually learned to be quiet through social shame.

Honestly the gender bias regarding ADHD can be harmful for boys as well. My brother was tested at a similar age because he was disruptive and had a short temper. Nothing. They didn't acknowledge that boys being boys in the classroom might have been bullying.

I think these problems of both over-diagnosing and under-diagnosing have lowered since the nineties, but I know it hasn't gone away. There are many areas where it might have even gotten worse, especially with opioid epidemics making people suspicious of anyone who might use a medication that can be abused.

Naturally it should be said all of this is just my perspective on an ongoing journey, but I feel it's still a little worth putting out there. It's good to share our stories, because I didn't even realize I might have ADHD until someone else's little anecdote that "coffee calms me down because it makes my brain quieter." And there I was being miserable without caffeine because it's bad for anxiety.

They had even taken away my tea! DX

I feel like ADHD and similar stuff is even less uncommon in our circles too. Fandoms welcome those who feel left out by society and it's the perfect fit for those of us with intense devotion.

I'm still working my way through all this. I've been optimistic before and then fallen back into even worse holes than the one I was in when I left. But every climb out is an experience that makes the next one easier. It's an unfair to have to do at all, but it's worth doing rather than doing nothing.

As for what I'm actually going to do as FuyuMaiden and with this blog now, I don't know. This is the most I've written in a very long time and while it wasn't too difficult it was also very introspective. Stuff I have a lot of practice in dealing with my own mental health.

I'm definitely not going to force myself into anything. Especially since I haven't been keeping up with much. Like I look at cast lists for anime and I'm like "I don't recognize any of these seiyuu anymore!!! Am I old!?" Tentatively reblogging should be back up soon? Hopefully?

I think I'm going to make a discord for Magical Girls of Shoujo. Evey social media platform and phenomena is fragile, so it's good for us to have a backup. Plus I have faith in the stalwart eternity of gaming's need to talk shit. Discord will be around a while.

But I've been out of the loop so if there's any new places where fandom roams that I can also expand my ideals of magical cute stuff let me know.

And again, I am sorry for worry I caused. I love all of you and missed you very much.

#fuyu talking #blog stuff

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alexanderessex3dstoryart · 4 years

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Inanimate Objects - Turning the Animatic into Animation

For today’s session in inanimate objects, I focused on transforming my existing animatic into a better animated and flowing film as I was at the stage where I wanted to try and refine the animation, shots and scenery as much as possible to meet with a good leaving point. With the addition of the new models I made, I had a lot of options with animating the characters due to the new rigs I put onto them as this gave me new ideas for what I could with the animation for them.

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Things that went well with the animation was definitely the usage of the new rig on the coffee cup as when he jumps from hearing the pen click sound, the lid jumps up and rattles in shock providing some really nice secondary movement to anytime he’s reacting to the pen’s movements. Whilst it looks really good to watch, the whole process was very tricky to refine and animate which is why I was only able to cover the lid jumping from the pen clicks up until the laptop due to how many frames I was using despite animating on auto.

In addition to the animation, it’s overall a lot smoother to watch now like jumping on the keyboard and the walk cycle at the beginning of the film as it had previously looked really jarring to watch from how wibbley wobbley it was to see the cup struggle to land. Now, the cup hits the desk a lot faster and harder which I feel is a a much more believable piece of animation to start the film off. Going back to the rig again, I didn’t just apply it to the reaction based scenes of the cup, I used the lid as if it was his literal head as when he shuffling across the desk to the pen holder, the lid lifts off the base of the cup ever so lightly. I think this adds a lot of character to the prop as it has a unique way of looking around.

One scene I decided to expand upon and change up was the after credits scene as instead of it being a quick zoom out of the cup to the pen, I made it so we see the keyboard first with the ripped paper on top. Then, a pool of coffee begins to run over and sinks the paper in. This then leads the camera to pan up and see the holed cup which it pans again to its left to see the pen. I think this sequence works a lot more to me than what I had before as it helps the dramatic feeling of where the pen is and the build-up to seeing the cup.

Responding to the changes suggested from the tutorial, I made the cup look around more when he reaches the end of the table before the pen comes into picture helping with the timing of the scene. Additionally, I made it so as the cup looks at the pen holder, the pen quickly retreats back. One thing I experimented with was the pen actually clicking at the pen holder as he’s looking at the coffee cup. Thinking it over and watching it over, it makes the quick zoom in not as effective which is why I plan to take it out.

Things I felt could of been improved on was not enough time being used to express the cups reaction at the end of the film where I put credits in as I feel this needs to be longer and slower paced to make the scene that more dramatic. One thing I experimented with was the last shot of the pen where we see it standing next to the punctured cup except I didn’t have any animation in it. This to me seemed really cool but I think personally, it doesn't leave off on a dramatic note as I had it before which is why I’ll proabley put it back in again. Another issue I had was that the rigging exploded itself again on the coffee cup yet again. Despite being cursed over this detail, I solved it through animating on the objects list rather than the rig itself which since it was such a basic shape worked perfectly fine.

One annoying thing about the animation that I experienced was when I tried to import the frames from the old character design of my coffeee cup into the new one, Maya wouldn't like what I did and at times, I got a few scares in losing a lot of my work. This was mostly due to my laptop not being able to handle the software at times but in the end, the process was done and dusted and didn’t have to think about it again.

Once I completed the animation for today, I thought I would create a quick title for the film for something to show for the tutorial based on my research. Since I didn’t have a lot of time to work on it. I created an error message that blinks on and off at the laptop with the title of my film on it. Watching it back, I was really not impressed with it at all as it looked cheap and lazy especially from how long the title went on for.

Whilst very much disliking my title card, I still found making it valuable as I learnt how long timings can really be in Preimere Pro as well as thinking of ideas on a much faster approach for the title before the animation starts. Overall, today has been really reflective in not just the making process, but how I plan to take this project further like with the title and the animation for my scene. As well as this, I've demonstrated how I can adapt from difficult situations like broken rigs and the title card.

#InAnimateBA2a

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excerptsfromunfinishednovels · 7 years

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Excerpts From Unfinished Novels #10: The Seven Minute Duties of Reaper #357

Genre: fantasy, slice-of-life

Warnings: depressing thoughts about life and existence, existential crisis, implication of animal abuse (it’s not described), some strong language

Word Count: 4,228

Summary: After years of guiding human souls through their final seven minutes, Charlie – Reaper #357 – has become incredibly cynical about their job and life itself. Something needs to change for them or they might just lose their mind.

Excerpt is from the start of the novel

“Wha…what happened?” the young man asked groggily, pressing a hand to his head. He blinked and winced at the bright light around him, and looked around himself. “I was in my car, there was a crash…am I…am I in heaven? Are…are you an angel?”

“Not exactly,” Charlie replied, the boredom already evident in their tone.

They genuinely considered making up some sort of elaborate story about what they were, about the afterlife, forgiveness, nirvana, a higher plane of existence, but ultimately dismissed the notion. Management would not be pleased.

“I am a reaper; number 357 to be exact, and I am here to take you through your life.”

“My life?” The man paused and stared in to space for a moment, realisation slowly dawning over his face, his eyes widening in response. “Oh God…I’m actually dead aren’t I?”

“Almost.”

“What does that mean?”

“Your body is dead…and your mind is following. You have seven minutes left, and in those seven minutes I will take you back through your life so that your soul will be cleansed and ready for whatever comes next.”

“Whatever comes next?” the woman asked nonplussed. “What do you mean?”

“Well whatever happens once you die.”

“What will happen?” the woman asked, her voice filling with fear.

Charlie shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea. I think it’s whatever you want to happen; heaven, reincarnation, nothing. Anyway,” they said, clapping their hands together, “we need to get started. Chop chop!”

“I…I can’t believe I forgot about Steve,” another woman said hollowly as she watched the memories from her early twenties play out in front of her. “He was my best friend and I…I just forgot about him…How did I forget about him?”

“You grew apart, different paths, you met a woman, he met another woman, relationships took over, etcetera etcetera,” Charlie sighed. “It happens.”

“I just didn’t think it would happen to me…”

The man cried as he watched his younger self, stupefied from alcohol, throwing up in the middle of the living room before engaging in a verbal screaming match with his partner.

“I was such a shit,” he sobbed. “I can’t believe I put Jamie through that…they were so good to me and I…Oh God!” He completely broke down and reached out blindly to Charlie, burying his face against their chest.

Charlie sighed a long-suffering sigh, and patted his back murmuring, “There there.”

The woman’s life finished, showing her lying in bed with her children and grandchildren around her. As it faded to black, she fell to her knees, and Charlie smiled in anticipation of the happy tears that would surely follow. It had been a good life, one that was quiet and full of love and family. One that so many of their previous cases had been missing.

“I…God there are so many things I would do differently,” the woman whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

Charlie’s face fell and they uttered a flat, “What.”

“Did you see my life?”

“Yes; what was wrong with it?”

“It was so boring! I didn’t get to travel, I gave up on my dreams of art school, I never had a passionate love affair, I didn’t do anything! Well I can tell you, it’ll be different the next time around,” she said, her eyes manic. “I’m going to make sure I do all the thi-“

The woman’s voice cut off as Charlie waved a hand through her, and she faded silently into mist, the colour draining from her as she did. When she had completely disappeared Charlie sighed and muttered, “That’s what everyone says.”

They finished everything up, resetting the room back to its usual appearance; blank walls with only a simple table and chair in the corner. They sat down at the desk, opened the file on it and documented the seven minutes as they had occurred, along with the reactions of the client. Charlie ended the report with their recommendation.

‘Through the expression of their regret the client has demonstrated that although they have failed to grasp the beauty of the life they lead, they have in fact cleansed their soul by understanding what it would take for them to truly appreciate the life they are given. My recommendation (pending the beliefs of the client) is reincarnation.’

Charlie rolled their eyes as they wrote their recommendation; if they were allowed to be completely honest they would recommend that every person who expressed regret with a perfectly decent life lead be sent on to the next stage and not be given another chance. However, it was policy; if a being expressed genuine regret and remorse over their actions they would be allowed another chance.

Another chance to mess it up and regret their every decision yet again.

Report done, Charlie signed the document, closed the file and took it out of the room to hand over to the filing clerk. That done, they made their way to the lunch room for a well-deserved break. That woman had been their twentieth “seven minutes” that day and they were feeling completely drained from the repetitive cycle.

“Hey Charlie, what’s up?” one of his co-workers Dylan called out as they entered the room, waving them over.

“Nothing much, just had yet another client who had lead a perfectly lovely life which they then expressed all sorts of remorse and regret over every decision they’d ever made,” Charlie replied in an irritated voice.

“I feel you,” Bridget, who was sitting beside Dylan, said sympathetically as she poked at her jelly. “I had to recommend reincarnation for every single one of my clients today. Still,” she added brightly, “it’s worth it when you get someone who’s truly happy and at peace with their life and is ready to move on.”

“Oh yeah because that happens all the time,” Charlie snorted in reply.

“It does happen.”

“How many times has it happened with you? Because I can tell you that out of the thousands of clients I have had, only ten of them, TEN, have been ready to move on. Humans,” they declared decisively, “are compulsive moaners and begrudgers – nothing’s ever good enough, and even when they’ve had a brilliant life all they can focus on is how much better it could have been. And it doesn’t matter how many lifetimes they’re given, they will never change.”

“Wow, cynical much?” Dylan deadpanned.

“You would be too if you worked with humans.”

“Maybe; I guess we’ll never know,” Dylan replied with a lazy grin.

“I’m going to get some food,” Charlie huffed, turning and walking away.

By the time they returned to the table Sam was sitting with Dylan and Bridget, chatting animatedly with them, a cup of tea in one hand and a sandwich in the other.

“Hey Sam,” they said as they took a seat. “What pronouns are you using today?”

“Hey Charlie, it’s she/her today,” Sam replied with a smile. “How’s your morning been?”

“The usual; yours?”

“It was okay. I had a seven-year-old who died from lukemia, and a toddler with a brain tumour. Mainly happy memories though, and they were very peaceful in the end after our chat,” she told them, a sad smile on her face.

“I would take a thousand moany adults over guiding one child through their life,” Bridget said, and Charlie nodded in agreement.

Like many other reapers, they had applied to work in the paediatric section of the Seven Minute department; the case-load was smaller and you got to spend more one-on-one time with the clients making sure they were fully cleansed and at peace before being sent on. However, they had been rejected and sent to work in the adult section, the reason being that they had overly-sympathetic tendencies when confronted by emotional scenes, while at the same time lacked the ability to effectively communicate with younger clients. It was probably for the best; Sam had told them about some of her more difficult cases when they’d gone for drinks together after work, and all it had taken was the word ‘neglect’ for Charlie to start tearing up.

“I wouldn’t; guiding a young person through their final stage is an incredible privilege and an honour,” Sam replied, “even more so when they’ve had a difficult life. That’s when they need you most.”

“Well fair play to you because I couldn’t do it,” Bridget said, and finally started to eat her jelly.

Charlie quickly finished eating and stood up. “I have a few follow-up reports to catch up on, I’ll see you guys later.”

“We still have half an hour left before lunch ends; come on, stay and chat with us,” Dylan protested.

“Sorry guys, I want to try and get out of here on time for once.”

“You know there’s more to life than reports.”

Charlie laughed, a single snarky ‘ha!’ and replied, “Not in our line of work there’s not.”

“We’re still up for drinks later right?” Sam asked them as they stepped away from the table.

“Sure thing; swing by my office when you’re done.”

Charlie waved and walked off, dumping their empty tray by the bin as they exited the room. They grabbed a coffee, headed to their cubicle, put on their headphones and let the dulcet tones of Einaudi wash over them as they tackled the pile of follow-up reports they had let build up over the week. Ten minutes before lunch ended, they grabbed the files for their afternoon clients and quickly flicked through them. The majority of them were older, in their sixties, seventies, and eighties, but there was one person who had died in their twenties, and one in their forties. They were most definitely not going to be easy. A bell rang, signalling the end of the lunch break and announcing the five-minute warning for all reapers to get to their rooms to meet their first clients.

“Why did you decide to be a reaper?” Charlie asked Sam when they were half-way through their third drink of the evening.

Sam stared thoughtfully into the distance for a few moments before finally replying, “I’d just watched my life, and it was fine, nothing special, but I’d had a family and a dog and I’d volunteered in my community working with teenagers, showing them that you can be black and be successful and that education is important. I remember that, once the memories of my life had ended, I just thought that I didn’t know if there was any point in me living another life. Not in a depressed or apathetic way, just in a, ‘I’ve already had a good one, why push my luck? Why run the risk of being reborn as a terrible person?’ Which is probably really selfish; I’d done some good work in that life, and I probably should have gone back and hoped that I would do more good work, but I was afraid of all the ways I might mess things up, all the potential regrets I might have. And I didn’t want it to end either, I just…I wanted something different. So I asked my reaper about what they did and when I heard about the programme I volunteered straight away.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Not in the slightest. Yes, I’ve seen some horrible things, and yes there are nights I cry myself to sleep over the lives some of those poor young people have had to endure, but I know I’m helping them to find peace. Do you regret becoming a reaper?”

“Sometimes. A little,” Charlie admitted, staring down into their drink. “I wasn’t a bad person when I was a human, but I wasn’t a good person either. I left India as soon as I could to find a better life in England, and I got a job and a house and a dog who I loved, and I had friends who I loved and I let myself be sucked into the whole middle class bubble of ignorance. I let people think I was a player because I couldn’t face trying to explain to them that I’m aromantic, I never corrected anyone on my pronouns even though it made my skin crawl every time I heard the words ‘he’ and ‘him’ and I never once gave a thought to doing anything to support the community I knew I was a part of. I just thought, ‘what was the point of me? Why should I be allowed another life?’ So I said I didn’t want to be reincarnated, but that the idea of everything just ending terrified me, so my reaper told me that if I wanted to, I could become a reaper. It sounded like a good idea at the time; I’d have a job, something to do for as long as I wanted, and I’d keep my memories so I could finally work up the courage to start being myself. It was great at the time, really brilliant, and I got to change my name and tell other reapers about myself, meet everyone in work and make friends and finally be comfortable with myself…but now… I was always a bit cynical about life; what was the point in doing anything because nothing ever changes, blah, blah, blah. It was one of the things I wanted to change about myself, and I thought that it would, I thought I’d get to see all these different lives and help all these different people and it would be so clear that things do change, only they don’t! They don’t change – everyone makes the same mistakes and has the same regrets, and I don’t…I don’t know if I can be a reaper for much longer,” they finally confessed, their voice full of anger and misery.

Sam had listened attentively as they spoke, humming along and throwing out the occasional, ‘yeah.’ When they had finished speaking she sighed and said, “Oh Charlie,” and Charlie absolutely refused to look at the sympathetic look they knew was on her face, or listen to the pity in her voice. Instead they gulped down the rest of their drink and then stalked over to the bar to get more.

“Have you thought about going to a different section of the department?” Sam asked once they had returned with another round of drinks.

“I can’t go to any of the other sections; I’m not suitable,” Charlie replied bitterly. “I’ve thought about going to a different department, maybe just doing intake processing or dealing with recommendations…but the idea of that makes me feel even more miserable. I need…I need something different. Like something outside of work. Something to give some sort of meaning to my existence.”

“Have you thought about dating? Not like, romantically, but maybe something like a queer-platonic relationship?”

“No, I have literally no interest in that sort of thing,” Charlie replied, shaking their head. “Maybe I need like a hobby or something; I don’t really do much outside of work.”

“That’s probably a good idea; there’s lots of stuff that you can do,” Sam said eagerly. “You could come with me to kickboxing.”

“No thanks,” Charlie replied with a grimace, and then quirked their lips and added, “I was thinking more along the lines of knitting.”

“Whatever helps you out.” Sam shrugged, and then held up her drink. “To finding meaning.”

“What do you mean I’m dead?!” the man yelled at Charlie as the end of his life played out before the two of them. “I thought I was in a coma, I thought this was some sort of ‘Christmas Carol’ thing, I thought I’d have another chance!”

“I told you from the start, I’m a reaper and I’m here to guide you through your life.”

“You didn’t explain it properly,” the man argued, tears streaming down his face.

“I did; you didn’t want to hear what I was saying,” they replied firmly. “I’m sorry Mr. Parsons, but you are dead.”

“So that’s it? That’s it?!”

“It depends. You may be born again into another life, or yes, this may indeed be it.”

“I need to be born again, please, I’ll do anything, I need another chance,” the man begged as he fell to his knees. He grabbed Charlie’s trousers and clutched them as he continued to speak through his tears. “This can’t be it; I made so many mistakes. I promise I will do better, I promise I will learn from this, I promise I will -”

The man disappeared in a haze of mist and Charlie continued to stare at the spot where he had been only moments before. A drop of water hit the ground as the room around him went blurry, and Charlie suddenly blinked in surprise as they registered the tears that were welling up in their eyes. They quickly wiped them away, sniffed, and then set the room back in order before sitting down to finish the report.

‘I would strongly recommend reincarnation for the client; he clearly has learned much that will assist him in his next lifetime. This should ensure that he is fully satisfied the next time he enters the Seven Minute department.’

The last report of the day done, Charlie quickly sent it to filing and gathered their things. They had found a notice for a beginner knitting class that met Wednesday evenings and wanted to give themself plenty of time to get to the yarn shop where it was held. Charlie made sure they had their supplies, took a moment to panic over whether or not this was a good idea, reassured themself that it would be fun, and then walked to the exit.

“Charlie! Oh brilliant, I’m glad I found you!”

Charlie groaned and turned to see Dylan running towards him, a file in his hand. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah um, could you do me a favour? I would have asked Sam because she has clearance but she’s already left. I’ve got a date that’s supposed to start in half an hour and I’ve ended up running really late with my clients – there was a parakeet this morning that was being really difficult. Anyway, I have one more left but if I start I’ll be late for my date and I really really like this girl and I want to make a good impression, so could you please take this client for me? Please?”

“What? Dylan, I’m not qualified to work with animals, I’m not cleared for it.”

“No it’s fine, I’ll give you my pass card, and I’ve got the file here. Look it’s a dog, a family pet, died at ten so it must have had a pretty good life. It will be fine, you just sit with the dog, watch the memories, give it a cuddle afterwards and then write the report like you would for any other client. When you finish the report leave it on the desk and I’ll write up my recommendation and hand it in for filing tomorrow. It’ll be easy and you would be really helping me out if you did this.”

Dylan sent Charlie his best puppy dog eyes and Charlie felt their resolve immediately crumble.

“Ugh, okay fine,” they snapped. “Just this once though, and if it gets out you’re taking full responsibility.”

“Yes yes, great, thank you so much,” Dylan cheered, pulling Charlie in to a hug, which the other reaper half-heartedly returned.

He pulled back and handed Charlie the file and his pass card. “You’re a star; I will buy you many many drinks next time we’re out.”

“And chips and curry sauce afterwards.”

“You got it.” Dylan threw them a wink and then rushed off to grab his things and leave.

Charlie waved him off, sighed, returned their things to their cubicle and then headed off to Dylan’s office. They knew that this was a really bad idea, that they and Dylan could get in so much trouble if anyone found out, but it would just be this one time, and Dylan had assured them that it would be easy. Besides, Charlie hadn’t actually been around a dog since they’d been alive themself; it would be nice to get to cuddle up to one for a few minutes. That thought firmly in place, Charlie let themself into Dylan’s office, set the file on the table, checked the name of the dog – ‘George’ – and put the pass card into the slot.

The dog slowly materialised in front of them, his form starting off wispy and in shades of grey, before becoming more defined and solid, colour flooding over his body until he stood in front of them, his tail wagging. He let out a small bark and cocked his head to the side, and Charlie stared at him in slight confusion. George was a small black-and-white dog, looking like a cross between a collie and a terrier, and he was smiling that goofy lopsided smile that Charlie had seen on other dogs. However, he only had one eye, half an ear was missing, and he was painfully thin. He didn’t look like a family pet…Charlie double checked the file and saw that George had been owned by a family, the Smiths, up until he died. Maybe he was a rescue dog?

“Hey there buddy,” Charlie said softly as they crouched down and extended a hand out to the small dog.

George flinched and backed away. Charlie sat cross-legged on the ground, keeping their arm out and waited patiently while George stared at him curiously. Eventually the little dog moved forward and sniffed at Charlie’s hand, moving forward until he was nuzzling Charlie’s chest while Charlie petted his head and scratched behind his ears. When they felt confident that the dog felt comfortable with them, they scooped him up into their arms and stood up.

“Right then boy, let’s have a look at your life eh?”

George yipped and licked Charlie’s face. Charlie laughed and pushed a button on the wall. The room darkened and then suddenly expanded outwards in a burst of life as a room came into view where a mother was laying with her tiny pups. Charlie watched as George was taken from his mother far too early, and passed in to the eager eyes of a smiling child who hugged him close all the way home. They smiled as they watched George and the girl grow up together, practically inseparable as the years went by. The smile started to fade when the girl and her mother died, and George was left alone with the father. By the time George’s life came to an end, showing the thin, battered body lying in a heap on the ground, Charlie was sobbing their heart out and clutching George to their chest while the little dog whined and licked their face.

“You poor thing,” Charlie sobbed, cuddling the little body. “You poor, poor thing. How could he have done that to you? How could you endure it for so many years? Oh it’s not right, it’s not fair!”

They cried and cried until they had nothing left to give, and slumped in a heap on the ground as the room returned to normal, feeling physically and emotionally drained. The sobs slowly faded away and Charlie continued to hug George close as he licked their tears away. Eventually Charlie pulled away and looked down at the little dog, who stared back up at them, wagging his tail and grinning with his tongue lolling out. He barked and butted Charlie’s chest with his head, and Charlie laughed and ruffled the fur around his ears and neck.

“How could anyone mistreat you so you precious little thing. I promise you,” they said, leaning down so their forehead was pressed against George’s, “if he gets assigned to me, I’ll be recommending him for nothingness, rules be damned.”

Charlie hugged George one more time, then placed him on the ground and stood up. This was when they were supposed to send Charlie on, write the report and leave it for Dylan to deal with tomorrow. This was when they were supposed to put what they had seen behind them and head out for their knitting club, when they were supposed to get out and try and find something just for them.

They couldn’t do it.

George cocked his head to the side, and any resolve Charlie had managed to build up immediately vanished.

They sighed miserably, said, “Oh fuck it,” and scooped George up in their arms. They placed a hand against the dog’s forehead and transferred just enough life essence to him so that he could remain corporeal and stable. They placed the dog on the table, opened the report and quickly filled it in, finishing at the point when George’s life had ended. What they were supposed to write next Charlie had no idea, so they left it as it was and closed the file. They grabbed the pass card and file in one hand, scooped George up in the other and left the office. Charlie sprinted to Dylan’s desk, dropped his things on the table, and then made their way to their own desk.

“Be quiet,” they pleaded with George as they threw their coat over him in a poor attempt to hide him from any late workers.

They grabbed their bag, looked around, and then walked as quickly as they could out of the building.

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just-jordie-things · 7 years

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Like She’s Mine (part nine) - Stiles Stilinski

this part is a little different. it’s a montage of the next year everyone spends together. it’s a lil collab with my boo and the star of the story @celestial-writing

warnings: swearing + quite an abundance of angst

Over the course of time, life seemed to get more into a schedule. Allison began to stay at Scott’s more and more, and Stiles seemed to find permanent residence in the couch. Madi seemed to enjoy his presence, and I myself wasn't going to start complimenting either.

I started working at Lou's Flower Shop again, back to my basics. Taking inventory, helping customers, restocking. Nothing too difficult. Allison usually picked up the same shifts as me anyways, so it wasn't bad at all. Being paid for mostly sitting around and talking to my best friend? Yeah no problems here. Madi usually stayed at the apartment with Stiles, he's been taking night classes rather afternoon ones to work with our schedules.

Most days I would get home as he's walking out the door. I'd make dinner for myself and something soft for Madi. We'd eat and I'd take her for a bath. Then it was bedtime for her and downtime for me. Normally I'd just sit in the sofa, watching tv or reading a book. Stiles would return around ten o'clock and if sleepily tell him goodnight and thank you for watching her today. Then I'd get the blankets for him and usually tuck him in. Sometimes I was on the border of passing out, and he'd tell me that he could do it himself. But I think most of the time he really did like it. It was nothing special really, I pull the blankets over him, kiss is head, and say ‘sweet dreams’. Nothing to crazy there. But it always left him smiling.

The weekends were the best, because we'd just lay around in our pajamas and watch tv. Usually one of us would fall asleep. When I did, I would wake up to find the blankets wrapped around me, and my head on the armrest and legs strewn across Stiles’ lap. It was a comfortable position. When he fell asleep his head either landed in my shoulder or plopped on my lap. But when it was my shoulder I maneuvered him down to lie on my lap because that was more comfortable. I'd run my fingers through his hair gently or draw patterns on his arm and back. The only rules were that you couldn't purposely wake the other, and the one who didn't pass out has to make sure Madi is okay.

When the summer came back to us and Stiles had finished school, we became less tired and our schedules weren't so tight and hectic. I still had the same amount of shifts at Lou’s. I worked four days out of the week, for six hours. Allison worked three of those days at the same time. But with her Scott and Stiles being out of school, and with Lydia being back at Beacon Hills for the summer, we managed a pretty easy babysitting crew. Sundays were our best days. We all got breakfast together, either eating out or at someone’s place. We talked and chilled around, Stiles and Allison fought over Madi while Lydia complained about going to a far away school, as always. Scott didn’t talk a lot about UC Davis, at least not with us. Allison’s told me before that he was doing very well and enjoyed it, which was good. As for me, online college was pretty breezy… I almost felt like a slacker.

“y/n, you’re not a slacker” Allison sighed as I confessed the feeling to her.

“You guys are all going to school, waking up early or getting back late like Stiles, you all work so hard and I feel like I just… don’t”

“So?” Allison replied, quirking a brow as she ate some protein bar that looked like it needed a heap of sugar or chocolate chips packed in it. “y/n, you work so hard. You’re managing having a job, taking those courses, watching Madi, and I’m sure having Stiles around to take care of is a pain in the ass”

“I am not!” Stiles called from the kitchen. “Some nights I do the grocery shopping!”

“So that’s why I never see any fruits around here” Allison muttered.

“I heard that!”

“Anyways, hon, you are a wonderful mother, student, and coworker. I aspire to multitask like you” I smiled at Allison’s kind words, and the feeling disappeared.

For the fourth of July that summer, the gang and I took Madi to see fireworks for the first time. There was a small show at the Preserve. The kind of thing where you bring a big blanket and snacks, then sit and cheer for the bright explosions. I was nervous because I wasn’t sure how she was going to react. They were loud, and I remember being younger how I was afraid of them. She’s only a year and a half of age, would they be scary or pretty to her?

Scott and Allison laid out the blanket on a nice empty patch of grass while Lydia handed out snacks and drinks. No worries. Only waters and sodas. On out Sunday nights together after Madi was a sleep we’d pass around glasses and a bottle of wine, but not usually while my daughter was awake and in the room. Just in case.

“Hey Stiles?” I asked softly as I held Madi at my hip. He turned to look at me, smiling and playing around with her.

“What’s up buttercup?”

“Do you think she’ll like them? The fireworks?” I asked trying to keep my voice down, i didn’t want a big fuss. Stiles pursed his lips as he thought of an answer and my brows cinched together.

“Well, let’s just say if she doesn’t and starts to cry I can just take her back to the jeep and calm her down away from all of the excitement” I smiled lightly at that and nodded.

“Thanks” i told him and he nodded.

“Come on kiddos pick a spot” Scott called. He was sitting on the end, Allison next to him, and Lydia next to her. They all had their own bag of chips and a soda can. Lydia was huge on party planning. I sat next to the strawberry blonde, stretching my legs out and letting Madi sit between them. As we waited she spent most of her time tracing the floral designs on the blanket. Stiles was sat next to me, on the other end of the blanket and here and there one of us would move slightly and our arms would brush together. Being the cheesy person I am it would send sparks through my whole body and goosebumps would raise. But I hid it by playing with Madi and distracting myself. If I was lucky, I wasn’t blushing.

I fucking was of course.

The fireworks show went as perfectly as it could. Madi stared up at them, and made quiet ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ as she pointed to the colors. She’d yell “mama mama!” Getting my attention even though I was already contently watching them.

“They’re pretty aren’t they?” I’d ask, ruffling her short and soft strands of hair. She’d just giggle and clap her hands, then go back o staring. This cycled the whole night.

But minutes ticked by and I grew more and more fatigued. Stiles said something to me that I didn’t quite catch, so I leaned over to hear him better. My head bumped his shoulder. Maybe I was too lazy to move, or too out of it to register my own actions, but I nuzzled against him and shut my eyes, letting my head stay there on him. He just smiled a little and rubbed my back as I rested there. I didn’t open my eyes until I felt a small body crawl over me. I peered down seeing Madi making her way onto Stiles’ legs instead. I don’t think he knew I saw this, perhaps he figured I was sleeping. He was caressing her head, her back her arms, and I watched her as she fell asleep against him.

When the show was over and empty bags discarded, I heard a whispered exchange of words. Lydia took Madi from Stiles, cradling her to keep her asleep, and Stiles slid his arms around me. I groaned when I was lifted, and he laughed quietly. I didn’t want him to know I was awake, so i let him carry me back to the parking lot and set me in the Jeep. I fell asleep on the way home that night, and when I woke up in the morning I was in my own bed again.

When Lydia left to go back to school, we all went out to eat for dinner, somewhere nice, and the Sheriff offered to watch Madi for the night. Stiles drove me over with her, both of us dressed up for dinner.

“There’s my favorite kiddo!” Noah said as he opened the door.

“Thanks Da-” The man took Madison from my arms, and Stiles shut his mouth. I giggled softly.

“Oh, you thought I was talking about Madi?” Stiles’ features lifted.

“I knew you wouldn’t forget me pops-”

“y/n, the kid I never had come in I haven’t seen you in a while” I laughed again as Stiles

mouth dropped open. Noah and I talked about how work is, how the summer’s going, and when it was time to leave, Stiles spoke before I could.

“She bathes at seven thirty, and needs to be in bed by eight. If she won’t sleep, she likes the moonlight and there’s two stuffed animals in her bag that she has to sleep with. One blanket usually does the trick, but put the other in there just in case. Also reading to her sometimes helps, or talking at all she likes hearing people talk” Noah nodded, looking to me with a slight smile as I tried to stop my overworking head.

“Glad the mother isn’t the only one who knows all the tricks” Was all he said. My cheeks flushed. “I raised you Stiles, I think I can handle pretty much anything” I laughed again and tugged on Stiles’ sleeve before he could say something witty.

“Thanks again Sheriff” I said as we went back to the doorway.

“Its Noah. Anytime y/n” I smiled and waved goodbye.

“Bye Madi, be good for Mr Stilinski okay?” I said, and Stiles kept playing with her I had to rag him out of the door.

“I can’t believe my own father likes you more than me”

Soon enough we were back to our busy schedules. Though now we were masters at it. December rolled around and the whole apartment was decorated. Allison and I had put lights all around the ceiling, which were always on. She’d gotten a small fake tree that we all decorated. There was mostly just baby stuff, bottles and dolls, with ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ on them. But there was other normal ornaments like snowmen and reindeer.

Christmas Eve everyone came over and we watched all the Christmas classics. Rudolph, Frosty, The Drummer Boy, they were playing on a constant loop on the television. Scott and Allison were curled up in the recliner, Lydia on one end of the sofa, and Stiles Madi and I on the other end. I sat next to the armrest, with Stiles so close Madi sat half on my lap and half on his. When the tv finally was shut off, Allison Scott and Lydia exchanged their goodbye and merry Christmases before heading out into the abnormally cold night. After I’d put Madi to bed, telling her a Christmas story that I proudly knew by heart, I went back to the living room to find Stiles laying on the couch. He let out a groan as he rolled over.

“Stiles..” he looked up to me. “Why don’t you come stay with me tonight?” His brows raised slightly.

“I’m fine out here-”

“No you’re not your back had been terrible to you on that couch”

“No it’s not-”

“Stiles I know it is” I sighed. “Just come stay in bed with me tonight. Besides, it’s Christmas what kind of friend would I be if I made you stay there” He seemed to think about it, and I jerked my head slightly. “Come on” I said softly, and after that he slid off the couch, following me to my room. Strangely enough, he’d only been in here a few times. But I wasn’t often in it as I used to be. I was usually in the living room or kitchen with him. I got into the blankets, and he walked around to the other side of the bed. I patted on the mattress, seeing his hesitation.

“You really don’t mind?” I shook my head, and slowly but surely, he laid next to me. It was quiet for a bit, and I just watched him fiddle with the hem of the blanket. “You’re sure-”

“Yes, Stiles, it’s fine” I said, closing my eyes for a moment. When I opened them he was staring at me, seemingly shamelessly. “If you ask one more time-”

“Merry Christmas” I broke into a smile, rolling over to check the clock. And it was indeed, midnight. My grin only grew as I looked back to him.

“Do you want your present?” I asked in an excited whisper.

“Now?” I nodded, biting my lip and sitting up on the bed. “It’s gonna make the others mad I did mine first-” I shook my head.

“No this one’s separate” I said. “I’ll go get it” I added before speeding out of the room. I got it from it’s hidden spot in the vegetable cabinet, I knew he’d never find it there. When i came back in the room, he sat up, pulling the blankets back. “Here” I said, handing it to him. “Open it” He took the small wrapped box from my hands, and I anxiously pushed my hair behind my ear. Stiles opened up the paper, revealing a plain cardboard box.

“You sure it’s okay I do this now?”

“Yeah go on then” I urged, and he lifted the lid. His eyes widened, and he looked up to me with parted lips. I couldn’t bite back my smile anymore and I held my hands tightly together. “Do you like it?” He answered by reaching forward and hugging me tightly. The key that matched my key ring falling onto the blankets. The key with the number 88 painted in blue nail polish on it. The key to my apartment.

“Yeah, yeah I like it” He said, pulling away from me and picking it up. I grinned a smile of flattery, and again he hugged me. “I like it a lot”

I woke up to him poking my nose and when I finally mustered the willpower to open my eyes, he had that foolish smile on his face. Instantly I realized both of my hands were pressed against his chest.

“It’s Christmas”

Madi’s second birthday went much more smoother than her first. Lydia couldn’t make it down for her party this year, but she sent a present in the mail. I made the cake at home this time, not wanting to go through the chaos at the bakery all over again. But apparently making my own cake brought it’s own craziness.

“STILES!” I screamed when I slipped on flour that might’ve spilled to the floor. He came rushing in, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh at me.

“Alright come on chef” He said, and held out his hands, pulling me up. “We got a cake to make, I’ll help”

“I don’t need help I’ve got this-”

“You clearly need help. Now what next?”

The next ten minutes was us bumping into each other as we poured ingredients into the bowl.

“Stiles! You got sugar all over m-” I sneezed halfway through scolding him. He laughed, coughing as he breathed in the flying powder. “Oh my god it’s all over your hair” I put my hands over my mouth, suppressing giggles.

“I can’t believe you!” He smashed an egg into my chest. Luckily I was wearing an old tee shirt. But I gasped and gave him an angry look. Fear crossed his face the second before I throw a handful of flour at him. I reached for another handful, but he wildly held his hands out. “TRUCE!” He begged, and I smiled wickedly.

“Or what?” Panic crossed his features, but in seconds he’d surged forward, and his arms wrapped around me from the back, lifting me up and I squealed. “Put me down! Put me down!” I screamed, thrashing around.

“Apologize!”

“Never!”

“Well what have I walked in on?” My head shot up to see Allison standing in front of me, holding Madison on her hip. She was staring at us, with my feet lifted off the ground, back pressed into Stiles’ chest and his arms wrapped around my torso. There was sugar and flour all over our faces and hair.

“Uhm” Stiles set me back down, and I gave her a big smile. I tasted the powdery substance in my mouth.

“RIght so I’m gonna pretend that didn’t happen”

“Mama!” Madi smiled big as she exclaimed and reached for me.

“Let’s let mommy get cleaned up okay?” Allison suggested, bouncing Madi and taking her into the other room. Stiles and I exchanged a look, and burst into laughter a few seconds later.

“What is it baby?” I asked Madi as I held the camera up to her, taking a video of her as she opened her presents.

“Puppy!” I giggled as she grabbed happily onto the stuffed dog.

“You loved stuffed animals don’t you sweetheart?” I asked, still taking a video of her as she held it up to my phone.

“Yeah!” Allison was awweing in the background, grabbing Scott’s arm and shaking it. Stiles chuckled from where he sat on the floor in front of the couch.

“Who do you wanna show the puppy to? You wanna show Alli-?”

“Dada!” My head jerked up to her, no longer watching through the phone screen. Allison’s gaze snapped to me, and I shakily tapped the screen, ending the video. She was giggling, and began crawling around. I was staring at Allison with wide concerned eyes. SHe couldn’t have possibly meant Theo, that’s ridiculous. How… no… no that was crazy.

“Alright Mads how about I take you to bed-” Allison stopped when Madi plopped herself into Stiles’ lap.

“Dada!”

“ALRIGHT TIME FOR BED” Allison clapped her hands, and scooped up Madison before anything could be said. She whisked the girl out of the room and I heard the door to the nursery shut loudly.

“y/n-”

I got up and walked into the kitchen before Stiles could finish. I needed to think. No.. no thinking was bad I needed a drink. Yeah.. yeah a drink. I got down a glass and yanked the cork out of a new bottle of red wine. I poured it, but some spilled on the counter. I groaned, rubbing my face and wishing I could scream. But I yanked out a paper towel to clean it up. Of course a ton of them when I only needed one. Tears sprung in my eyes, and a choked whimper left my lips.

“Hey… hey y/n” I turned to Stiles, and he gave me a gentle expression as he took the towel from my hand and took off the one piece. “What’s wrong?” He asked, wiping my mess off the counter.

“Sh-she she called y-you D-dad” I choked out. “A-and th-that’s great b-but she-she’s not yours” By this point tears were streaming down my face, and Stiles stilled his actions.

“Hey, hey it’s not that bad” He whispered. “It’s not that bad, really she didn’t know”

“Exactly” I whispered, staring down at the floor. “She didn’t know. She just said it how’d she even hear it? Or-or process that-”

“y/n, don’t overthink it, seriously. She’s only two, she’ll learn not to… she’ll learn that that’s not… me” Stiles stepped closer. “She’s only two y/n” I put my face in my hands, and Stiles reached a hand out onto my shoulder. “Come on, come ‘mere” I thumped my head onto his chest, and he chuckled. “I’m sorry y/n”

“No don’t be sorry” I mumbled. I didn’t do anything to hug him back, just had my head pressed against his shirt. “It’s not your fault” His hands rubbed my back.

“I’m still sorry you’re going through it” He said softly, and his chin propped up on my head. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just pulled out of his hold.

“I should go check on her” I said softly, and he nodded.

“Okay” I left the room and went into the nursery, quickly wiping my eyes.

“Oh thank god” Allison said. She was bouncing Madi on her hip. “She just won’t sleep” I giggled softly.

“Awe, come here sweetheart” I said, taking Madi and holding her close to me. “Mommy’s tired, you want to sleep?” Madi nodded, and I smiled softly. “Okay, come on” I hummed taking her over to her crib. “You want all your animals?” I asked, holding onto her new dog. She nodded, and I plopped all her animals in one by one. I saw Allison out of the corner of my eye, shuffle up next to me.

“So, what’d you and Stiles talk about?”

“Allison I don’t know if I wanna talk about that” I mumbled, and she nodded.

“I understand” She responded. “But when you’re ready…”

“I know. You’ll be the first I come to” I assured, stroking my thumb gently over Madi’s forehead to calm her to sleep. Allison smiled at me and leaned up to kiss my cheek.

“I’m going to go home with Scott” She said, and I nodded. “I’ll see you at Lou’s for the morning shift” I nodded again, and watched her leave the room. I sighed and looked down at the crib, then walked over to the rocking chair, plopping down with a sigh.

“Oh Madi what am I going to do?”

I warned you. just saying.

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wargod-archive · 7 years

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DEITY HISTORY

“This village is a hell hole, disguised as a mythical, beautiful land. But I will stay here, if only to protect the peace, and breathe in the smoke until I die”

Name: Miakako

Nicknames: Kako, Ko, Makalo

Gender: male

Sexuality: pansexual

Romantic orientation: panromantic

Pronouns: He/him/himself

Age: 27

Birthday: September 2nd

Chinese Zodiac: rooster

Zodiac: Virgo

Alignment: true neutral

MBTI: INFJ

Height: 6’2 foot

Weight: 160 pounds

Appearance: Miakako is of a slender yet muscular. He appears rather delicate as his legs are long and graceful and fingers lithe. He has dark tan skin and long white hair that reaches around his waist. A top his head are two narrow white pointed ears resembling that of jackal. His eyes are usually seen half open, giving his a rather tired and lackadaisical appearance. His eyes are a golden yellow. And of course Miakako was born without arms. Currently however he sports six different branches: Green, yellow, blue, purple, orange, and pink.

History: Miakako was born 13 years before Arita. In his childhood the deity was pushed to take up the arts and livelihood of agriculture and that of nature preservation. At the time the village was entering a famine and desperately needed the food and sustenance to sustain them. He was rushed to become to become a very strong and might deity, his only branch by the time he was 12 were the green branch and the blue branch. That of natural life and that of intelligence.

However due to the very scared village and harsh, forceful monks who were just as panicked as the rest Miakako became slightly jaded. His powers fizzled and failed to produce what the village needed. He was still very young and was unable to completely develop his other branches which caused the child to be quite aggravated and bad tempered.

But on his 13th year of life, on June 19th there came a miracle that nobody could have predicted. A new deity was born at a very premature stage of the cycle. This baffled the monks and the homeland and especially caused the young Miakako to be in shock. But this surprise was just what the stubborn boy needed. Seeing the new baby; A child who would look up to him. A child that may just die because they do not have the proper nutrition to feed them. This child was very important, something was about to happen, Miakako thought as he coddled the new born in his two arms.

This notion that the child meant much more the homeland kicked him into high gear and gave him the motivation he needed. Miakako found something, someone he actually cared about.

Through the years he grew rapidly, more rapidly than any of the other deities the monks presume. Although he got off to a slow start, within months he was able to comprehend much of what he needed to. Thus gaining the yellow, orange, purple, and pink branch. Miakako still does not have the red branch, the branch of war because the homeland has been in a state of peace and seclusion. The only way for him to gain the war branch at this time would be to study and meditate deliberately and with meaning to comprehend the atrocities. However Miakako find himself busy, or lazy, and does not wish to pursue such subjects.

Personality: Upon first glance the deity appears very lackadaisical, sleepy and aloof. Often found resting under the trees or tending to the gardens he is fairly frequently surrounded by animals and small creatures. Makalo is the deity’s nickname, a name most often used to call for him. This name actually came from Arita trying to speak as a baby. The constant call for the nature deity was ‘Makalo Makalo’ or that’s how it sounded. So the name was warmly adopted by Miakako and used as his name to this day. However when prayed to his true name is used.

Miakako is very laid back and relaxed, a personality reminiscent of a flower child. He cherishes the earth and walks around barefoot. He is kind but not so much so that it becomes a nuisance to himself and other. He is realistic and wished the best for the people but also wants them to learn how to sustain themselves on their own. Without the constant eye of a deity always so focused on them.

The deity loves nature, the plants, the animals, the sky, the water. He believes all of it breeds life. Although it was a rough start being raised to only know and only pursue agriculture and that of natural life- it was a coincidence that this happened to be his passion. The animals around him also adore the deity, and so does the plant life strangely enough. His powers to create forests and raise oceans are astounding. Although these feats take a lot out of him it is still an incredible.

He takes it to heart, everything that happens to the village. If there is pollution he claims to feel it, and when an animal is harmed for reasons other than to provide for the homeland, he claims to feel it. Whether or not this is true however is still a mystery because despite the very aloof attitude Miakako can be somewhat eccentric.

Miakako enjoys teasing, playing with the monks and Arita. This is very much unwarranted and can cause problems in the monastery because he will occasionally play pranks. Not only that but he will beat around the bush often, not always being direct with his comments and explanations. This also causes much distress for whoever is speaking to him,. Round about conversations tend to happen often when he doesn’t care about the current situation or issue, which tends to be often.

Miakako honestly only wishes to live out his days in peace and really wants to go off and explore the world. See what other animals exist, what plants he can raise. This is what he will often dream about and speak to Arita with and together they will fall into a daze wondering about the outside. When Arita was told to go off and seek a journey, to find themself Miakako was ecstatic. He was super excited for the child and he prepared him well for what might happen on the outside. But of course there was a part of him that was jealous. And another part of him told him that he had to stay in this village. That he had to continue on and care for the people because they could not yet do so themselves.

Despite the kind personality he presents, a soft and gentle deity who cares for the world around him, there is a darker side the Miakako that not many have had the displeasure of seeing. Miakako’s personality is very spiteful, he can hold a grudge for a very very long amount of time. And to his grave will he place those hatreds. He doesn’t hold back when something happens he does not approve of. He will yell and shout and threaten anyone who dares defy his wishes. It has become so severe that some of the monks are actually wary to be around him.

It is suspected that Miakako has found out the monks true intentions for Arita, sending them off not for enlightenment but to rid of a bad omen. He’s grown to despise the Motherland for what it truly is. That it is corrupt. This was further proven when he returned to his studies of the other deities, digging through old scriptures to find what the actual deities have written themselves. Through their experiences, as they unfolded on paper he realized how terribly brainwashed the motherland has become. How deities have been used as tools, unable to unlock their full potential because they are swayed every which way by the ones who are supposed to nurture and raise them.

This has caused Miakako to become somewhat resentful of the homeland, where he lives and prospers. Nonetheless he still feels that there is a responsibility that he must fulfill. To care for this hell hole as it is his child. Where the rolling hills and tall trees lean in his favor. It will be difficult for him but he cannot help but continue on his way to ascension through caring for the humans that have trapped him in a cycle of agony.

He also predicts that he will die young and that Arita is extremely important to the village, more so that anyone could even imagine. He is not sure why but there is a certain spark within that child’s eyes that certainly means something.

Abilities: Miakako’s abilities mainly stem from the green branch. This branch has magic within it already, but paired with the purple branch, the branch of pure magic it becomes much stronger. The deity of nature and natural life, as the villagers have called him, can create large forests, raise the oceans waters, purify water, bloom vast amounts of crops and ensure a plentiful season. Not only that but weather control is also in the deity’s grasp. Make it rain and make the sun shine bright. The animals and creatures are attacked to him and he can calm even the wildest of beasts.

On of the main and very surprising abilities that the deity has taken up through hard work and very dangerous trial and error is shape shifting. He is able to become numerous animals, large and small. All of which are of a white color scheme. A white so pure and eyes so golden that the villagers would automatically know if it was him or not. He was often change in to an animal to relax, or to escape from his responsibilities.

-more to be added-

#░░☾ a creation of the gods; for mortals to play; they will soon ascend; let their truths be heard ☆#this is from my old blog and it needs to be edited and added to but #a very important figure in Arita's canon #'the hot one'

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sunshinetrappedinourhearts · 7 years

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Ocean waves - Komahina

Hi. I fell into Danganronpa hell?heaven?idkman because of some certain people and now I’m Komahina trash. So I wrote this thingy, and it’s the first part of a short series I’m planning. It’s set after the hope arc anime, so obviously it contains spoilers up to that point. Hope you enjoy~ Title: Ocean waves Fandom: Danganronpa Pairing: Hajime/Nagito Word count: 2246 AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10104953 Summary: "Nagito wanted to do many things at that point – he wanted to embrace him, to push him away, to kiss him, to strangle him, to touch his face and to yell at him. But he couldn’t do all of those things, and he felt his expression forcing into a smile, when he realized there was an opening in Hajime’s words. Through which he could escape." In which two different worldviews are starting to conflict in Nagito's mind, and he wants to hold on as much as he wants to let go. Hajime doesn't make it much easier.

It was a warm summer evening. A soft breeze was quietly blowing through the tops of the palm trees, causing the leaves to make comforting rustling sounds. The sky was very clear tonight; many stars were visible and Nagito found himself lying on the soft sand, enchanted by them. He knew he was very lucky to be able to just look at them in such a carefree way, free from trouble, free from despair. The stars were always a curious mix between both hope and despair if you asked him – they were so beautiful they would make your eyes sparkle in wonder, but at the same time they made you realize just how small and insignificant your existence was in this big wide world. Nagito didn’t mind that though – the realization that they were here on this island, far away from the world which they had thrown into despair years earlier – it made him calm down. They didn’t have the right to see and experience what the new world had become after they’d destroyed it themselves. So here they were, forever not knowing how beautifully hopeful the world would be. But that was alright, because not knowing the hope of the new world was the best way to atone for their sins. Especially for him, the hope obsessed boy, unable to lay eyes upon the sight of the one thing he had been waiting for: the hope born from destroying the ultimate despair that he had been part of. Yes, it was a very fitting punishment for someone like him.

Instead, he was now living his life on this island, a life that had been cured from the terrible disease he had been suffering from. By a wonderful man, that was now walking towards him – Nagito could tell from the sound of his footsteps. It was sometimes a little difficult to be with him. His appearance was the one thing that kept him healthy and alive, and obviously he did not deserve such a thing. But… the man was still Hinata Hajime, who was the first person Nagito had ever wanted to call a friend. Even when he didn’t deserve it. Even when he was unworthy. He made him weak and lazy, no longer wanting to remind himself that he was just a stepladder.

‘You’re already here,’ Hajime stated, while sitting down next to him.

Immediately, Nagito pushed himself up in a sitting position. ‘Of course I am, someone like me should arrive first so the other person doesn’t have to wait for me.’

Hajime just stared at him for a while with a bored expression hidden in his deep heterochromia red and green eyes. It made Nagito slightly nervous, so he let out a small uncomfortable laugh. Hajime’s eyes were always so deep, so hypnotizing in a way that made an insignificant being like him unable to look away.

‘So, you wanted to see me? I’m very happy with that, Hinata-kun, but it is quite unusual for you to ask something like that.’

‘Well, yeah,’ Hajime said. He was no longer staring at Nagito with his intense eyes, but was watching the waves going back and forth between the beach and the ocean. ‘I wanted to talk to you about something.’

‘What’s that? So unusual.’

Irritated, Hajime’s eyes turned to face him with a sidelong glance. ‘Just want to make sure you’re doing alright,’ he said finally. ‘Supposedly, you have been cured by my powers, but after some months spending on the island here, I want to know how you’re doing. It’s kinda… You’re falling back in your old habits. And you’re not really the type to start a conversation about something like this, so yeah.’ He awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

Nagito couldn’t help but let out a laugh, trying to hide the fact that the ‘old habits’ part of Hajime’s words made him uncomfortable. Because the other boy had it wrong – it was exactly the opposite. ‘Of course not, Hinata-kun. I should just keep my own problems to myself, no need to trouble you with that. Besides, I-’

He couldn’t finish his sentence, because faster than Nagito had been able to register the movement, Hajime had grabbed his shoulders forcefully and locked their eyes together.

Nagito blinked at the sudden closeness, unsure what to do with the conflicting feelings inside of him, wanting to run away and never let Hajime go at the same time.

‘Hinata…kun?’ he spoke when the other boy seemed to have no intention of speaking.

As if awakening from his frozen state, Hajime then carefully let go of him with a sigh.

‘I want you to tell me when you’re having problems,’ he said, not facing him. ‘I don’t want you to face them alone. We’re stuck here on this island together for the rest of our lives after all.’

Nagito wanted to do many things at that point – he wanted to embrace him, to push him away, to kiss him, to strangle him, to touch his face and to yell at him. But he couldn’t do all of those things, and he felt his expression forcing into a smile, when he realized there was an opening in Hajime’s words. Through which he could escape.

‘Well, we’re not the only ones here. Do you intend to shoulder everyone’s problems? You’re spending too much time with the likes of us. You are no real remnant of despair and you know it. You don’t deserve this punishment at all. Why don’t you go back to see the world?’

Hajime said nothing and the silence was suffocating.

‘You didn’t even need to save us, you know. Of course a lowly being like me was happy with his life being saved, but it was ridiculous that you did it. We don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve this.’

Huh? What was this? He was rambling. He, Komaeda Nagito, was rambling. Which was something he never really did. Unless it was about hope. But this was not about hope at all. This was about his stupid sorrowful self that didn’t need any attention at all.

‘We’ve talked about this,’ Hajime said, still watching the waves go back, forth, back, and forth.

‘Naegi gave us all a second chance because he believed in us, and he was right. Enoshima was the one who threw you all in despair, before that there was only hope inside of all of you.’

‘Them, maybe,’ Nagito felt himself smile. Absently, he stared at his mechanical hand, that was once the hand of the one and only Enoshima Junko. It was disgusting. ‘But not me. I don’t deserve any of this.’

‘I’m staying here because I want to be with you guys. And I want to be with you.’

‘That’s because I will die if you leave me. Going through the effort of saving me would have been worthless then.’

‘I wouldn’t leave even if you wouldn’t die.’

Nagito laughed. His head was throbbing and it was hard not to get lost in the words the other boy was telling him. It was ridiculous. Because he wasn’t shooting words at him, like he did during the class trials in the past, no, instead he was very carefully, softly talking to him in a comforting voice.

‘Komaeda… no, Nagito… I want you to let go of your self-loathing. Didn’t you chose to believe in creating our own future? What happened to that? You need to let go of seeing the world through your good luck and bad luck cycle. If you don’t… you cannot create your own future. You’ll be no more than a prisoner.’

Hajime was close, ridiculously close, almost whispering those words in his ear and Nagito had honestly already lost track the moment Hajime had decided to call him by his first name.

‘I… don’t know how to do that,’ he breathed, staring very hard at the ocean waves. ‘I’m too insignificant to look at the world like that, see?’

He could hear Hajime sighing in an irritated way, and despite the conversation and atmosphere, Nagito found himself smiling slightly at that – Hajime was so impatient. It was cute.

‘Well, then you just have to learn it,’ he said.

Suddenly, he pushed himself up until he was standing. Nagito was watching him. Behind Hajime, the ocean waves pushed and pulled. Then, the other boy started walking and Nagito couldn’t stop his voice from reaching out to him.

‘Ah, you just came to tell me that?’ He sounded hopeful. It was ridiculous. He was so weak. He had no right to stand beside him, not even the right to reach out. They were miles apart in significance. Wait, no… he was still Hinata Hajime right, the reverse course student? He was much more Hinata Hajime then he was Kamukura Izuru. They were kind of the same, right, Hajime and him? His head hurt… It hurt so much… He wanted to fight, but it was also very tempting to just give in…

‘No, I forgot something,’ Hajime then said dryly and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him on his knees. Something was touching Nagito’s cheek and he was scared but still looked to find what he had been afraid of – Hajime was lightly touching his face and Nagito’s heart was stupid and weak because it was starting to beat faster…

Carefully, he allowed himself to look at Hajime’s face. He was biting his lip awkwardly, a slight blush lighting his cheeks, his eyes anywhere but on Nagito’s. And his heart jumped because it was so cute, but he really had to push him away now, laugh this off and say something about being unworthy and Hajime acting strange or… something…

Then it was too late, because Hajime’s eyes met his all of a sudden, and Nagito was losing himself because they were so deep, so beautiful.

Hajime kissed him.

First quickly and light, like the brush of a feather, then once again, still soft but more determined. His hands caressed Nagito’s face and oh god, he didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve this… But Hajime pushed a little – he was impatient, always impatient… and suddenly Nagito couldn’t control his hands anymore and he had no idea how they ended up in the other boy’s hair, tugging a little, causing Hajime to let out an interesting sound that Nagito probably wouldn’t forget for the rest of his life. Then, the tiny bit that was left of his mind vanished completely when Hajime bit his lip in order to deepen the kiss. His soft, strong hands were everywhere, stroking his hair, caressing his cheeks, tugging at the hem of his shirt… Absently, in the back of his lost mind Nagito registered that Hajime smelled like the home he had always wanted.

They were drowning, drowning, nothing in this whole wide world but them. There was no hope, no despair, just the two of them and it was maybe the first time in his whole life that Nagito felt consciously safe and at ease. It was messy, it was experienced, it was perfect. He was perfect.

It was over way too soon, however, when Hajime broke their kiss and Nagito just wanted to pull him back and cling to him for his dear life. Was this… the absolute hope he had always been looking for?

He only realized he was reaching out for Hajime when the boy took his hand and squeezed it gently before pushing him back. Their eyes met once again, and oh, he was so beautiful. The blush teasing his cheeks slightly, the way he nervously scratched his head but still had those deep, mysterious eyes that seemed to hide a determination that Hajime could always eventually grasp. He managed that now, too, smiling softly at Nagito before speaking his words.

‘Nagito, I want to stay with you because I fell in love with you. And I… want you to carefully think about what those words mean. Because I don’t want to take advantage of you. And I don’t want to hurt you or think you need to devote yourself to me. I want you to start loving yourself a little more first… before you say anything about this confession.’

His head was spinning, couldn’t think, and couldn’t feel. The one thing he wanted was to say he was mistaken and could not fall in love with someone as insignificant as he was. That he didn’t deserve love. But that was just the normal thing that he would say, and he was definitely thinking all of that. And that was alright, that was safe, Nagito understood himself like that. But… Hajime’s lips had been so soft, his touch so delicate, while his hands were so strong… His deep, deep eyes so serious, so… full of serenity. And a small part of Nagito, wanted all of it for himself. Nothing in the world had ever scared him more than that selfish feeling.

It was ridiculous – Nagito didn’t know he was even still capable of feeling fear. It was so ridiculous, that he couldn’t help but letting his face fall in his hands. An idiotic laughter took over his body and he shivered as he laughed, while salty tears wetted the palms of his hands.

Soft footsteps walked away slowly after some time, and Nagito was left alone on that beach, accompanied only by the ocean waves moving back and forth, pushing and pulling.

#komahina #hinakoma #danganronpa #sdr2 #hajime x nagito #nagito x hajime #hinata x komaeda #komaeda x hinata #fanfiction #my stuff #hinata hajime #komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #super danganronpa 2

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justinjohn · 7 years

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This weekend’s events. 1.20-1.22.17. Spills and stew and satan.

What a strange weekend. Can I tell you? I just have to tell you. First of all, I spilled everything I touched. I don’t know if I am developing Parkinson’s or I’m just particularly spastic of late, but I almost missed the women’s march yesterday because, upon trying to leave the house, I went to grab a water bottle. but missed, sending it skidding like a hockey puck across the counter top, at which point it plowed into a COMPLETELY FULL LARGE COFFEE out of which I had not yet taken a sip, which toppled over and the top came off, and it projectile splattered all over the kitchen.

It was one of those spills where you just stand there in complete shock for a minute with your hand over your face. It was truly as if someone had been shot.. but with milky caffeinated blood. I just stared at the pool of brown liquid dripping from the counter top down into all of the drawers below, and ultimately pooling again on the floor.

My parents don’t have rags so I just had to sop everything up with paper towels, which made me feel like an environmental hobgoblin, and I also started to have one of those break-downs, like, “you can’t even grab a cup of coffee right you clumsy idiot.,” as I obsessively wiped up the spill like Lady-Macbeth, “just make it disappear, make it go away. No one will ever know. Out, out damn spot.”

Of course it was the day after the cleaning woman came, too, because that’s just how life works.

Okay so that happens.. I have an incredible time at the march. It’s invigorating, empowering, unifying, fun. And so I come back, and I’m exhausted, and I take a nap. And I was up FAMISHED.

I looked at the clock and my dinner with my friends wasn’t until 8, so I needed to go down to the store in the building and grab some food because there was not a snowball’s chance in hell I was going to make it until then. So, I grab some asiago noodles and a little carton of chicken salad and I go to the counter to pay.

There a few girls who man the register at the store in the building, whom I’ve gotten to know because I am there constantly and eat two out of three meals a day there because I have no desire to leave the premises on account of probably a mild case of agoraphobia mixed with a tinge of laziness.

Anyway, so yesterday it was the gothic one. She’s fairly new, but she immediately caught my attention when she started because she has black hair and wears a pentagram earring-and-necklace set prominently outside of her work uniform, and I couldn’t help but thinking, “Who the hell makes a matching pentagram set like that that you can buy together in one purchase?” Like one satanic piece isn’t enough but you need to have all three and wear it at one time? Anyway, she makes it work but certainly she is proud to represent her beliefs, which, whatever, be a witch, I’m so good with that, just don’t double-charge me for my eggs. So, anyway, I pass the asiago noodles and the chicken salad to her and she scans them, and as I take out my wallet to pay, she goes, “Oooh!”

Hearing the strange, unexpected remark, I look up to see her smile and say, “That will be $6.66.”

I mean, come ON. How is that possible?! Of course that had to happen. And then immediately I, as you can imagine, I thought my life was in danger. Like, if ever there is a moment that satan is actually present, it is when a pentagram is near, and I had the trifecta from hell two-feet away from me. So, here I am just wanted to get some goddamned asiago noodles, and now I was in fear of a dark force taking over my soul in the grocery line.

It was one of those moments that normally you’d be like, “Woah, well, look at that,” and perhaps uncomfortably laugh, but it was just a little too real, so I just scurried out of the line convinced Satan himself just contacted me through a portal in the check-out line to let me know I’m marked for death. That’s fine.

So then I had dinner with my friends which was completely lovely. I had gotten all dolled up because they’re two of those friends that exclusively sees me when I look like shit or haven’t washed my hair in three days, so I felt compelled to show them that I can be a productive member of society when tasked with the assignment, and don’t only exist in a state of sleep deprivation / hangover.

We went to an Asian restaurant, and I’ve recently been into this whole movement where I let other people just order, mostly in part, because I’m lazy and I don’t want to be responsible for ordering a basic-bitch dish that no one wants and that appeases my philistine tastes.

They ordered catfish stew which made me dry-heave when they said it out loud, but turned out to be delicious in practice, some sort of bone marrow situation but without bread which was not okay because then we were actually just cave people spooning that into our mouths and I felt like I should be slouched over an open fire pit somewhere in a one-shoulder animal skin like Barney Rubble. And then fish on the bone. The last time I had fish on the bone was spring break in Puerto Rico in 2006 because we couldn’t find a shitty American restaurant to eat dinner and the San-Juan people prepared the food locally. So, I was essentially trying to tell jokes and be super-likeable, all while saying to myself, “you better take that bone sitting in your cheek cavity out of your mouth before you choke on it.” Which happened 20-30 times that meal.

And then I spilled laundry detergent all over the floor this morning. Granted, this is something for which I take full responsibility because I’m a big idiot. It was one of those powder detergents in a plastic tub, but it was sort of old and the powder had coagulated into little rocks which was annoying me, so as I walked down the stairwell to the laundry room, I decided I would violently shake the box to loosen the rocks. Unfortunately, the top wasn’t completely on and I basically shook powder detergent all over myself and the floor of the stairwell, like a human sprinkler. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have to go get a broom and dustpan from your apartment to sweep the stairwell because you rattled a tub of detergent without the top on? I’m 32. I wanted to just put myself though a wash cycle after that. Maybe it would knock some shit back in place.

Anyway, now I’m here. I went to a Presbyterian church service even though I’m not religious, partly because I’m trying to ‘center’ in a difficult time, and partly because I received an omen from hell on Saturday. It was enlightening, minus the fact that I was sitting next an incredibly rancid-smelling homeless person, which caused me to have to uncomfortably snuggle up to the man next to me and his young child. But it was church so I couldn’t very well explain to them that I was not interested in touching either one of them sexually but rather just inching away from the arrestingly-terrible smell emanating from the other side.

And now I’m going to order in Thai food and on-demand a movie because that is my signature ‘cozy’ move to usher in a relaxing Sunday evening before I wake up in my usual panic attack on Monday morning.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to spill something else on the floor.

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Cat Peeing Around House

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