As a person with chronic adhd paralysis and time blindness, the idea of being late/missing stuff *haunts* me, because I do think it’s rude. I’m late to shit all the goddamn time, and at this point I’ve started calling myself “consistently inconsistent” because it’s such a problem. One of my worst memories is from a time I was trying to rekindle a friendship with someone and made plans with her, and then woke up the day of 2 HOURS after I was supposed to meet her to a voicemail from her asking where I was. Never saw her again. It’d be really nice if I figured out how to transform all my anxiety about being late into *not* being late
ow ooff
a few weeks ago i was late to a hospital appointment because i somehow had it in my head that my appointment was at 4:45 when it was at 4:25 (probably because 4:25 is a stupid time) and only noticed my mistake when i left to get a bus at 3:55
i IMMEDIATELY called them to try and let them know but it took me half an hour to get them on the phone (nobody seemed to be able to transfer me to the right floor and i went in phone circles for ages) like by the time i got anyone helpful i was 1 min away from being late
i felt so bad about it (and also a bit silly) like. i misread the time please don't make me reschedule if the person after me is there just let them go ahead of me i'll be like 20 minutes late.
when i got there they were like "honestly at least you called. there are people who live literally on the same street as the hospital who turn up an hour late and don't even bother saying anything" like. were you raised in a barn.
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Hiya bestie!! So this is totally just a Thought ™️ but whenever you get a chance, could you please write a "Wait For Me" from Hadestown-type vibe where the only thoughts that keep Lieb going during the hell that is Bastogne are thoughts of the girl he left behind and thoughts about their talks during better times or letters maybe, about how he'll find his way back to her no matter what because she's his bashert (Yiddish for his destiny, fated one/soulmate)!
Idk, we just need more Yiddish-speaking Joe in the world 🤭
Thank you so much in advance!! 💖
A/N: Aly my dear, I have been obsessed with this idea since we talked about it way back last month. I'm so sorry about the wait (school and life have both been crazy), and thank you so much for your patience! 🫶🏼 You are absolutely right: this fandom needs more Yiddish speaking Joe! Let this man connect with his roots!!!! 👏🏼 I'm sorry it's short, but I hope you like it bestie 💖
(This is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️
Warnings: mentions of war, some religious imagery/ideas
Miracle of Miracles
Joe Liebgott x reader
Actions speak louder than words, his father had taught him from a young age. And that lesson wasn't all talk, either - Joe had seen his dad surprise his mom with enough flowers, help her carry groceries unasked, and surprise her by making dinner for their family enough times to see the I love yous displayed in every little move.
And that's just fine with him; he's never been too good with his words, so he's all about action.
Yet with all the distance between the two of you, it's now words that speak to Joe. Your words, from your letters. The letters that he keeps in his pocket at all times. The letters that he reads every night to feel closer to you.
You - the only thought that keeps him going in this place.
He keeps telling himself that if things would calm down for just a second, then he would be able to put his pen to the page and write you back.
Except this early night, for once, is quiet after the nightmarish events of the day. He's hunkered down in his foxhole, leaning against the hardness of the packed earth behind him, trying to find some semblance of warmth, and he can't figure out what to say.
Plenty of thoughts swirl around his head. Awful, horrifying thoughts of the things that he's seen since coming to this frozen hell. Terrible memories of trees exploding and his fellow soldiers sliding into foxholes as screams of terror and pain ring out across the landscape.
Okay, so there are thoughts, but they're definitely not the type that he should be sharing with you.
Part of him wishes that you were there. To hold, to talk to. It's actually better that you're not stuck in a place like Bastogne with him, though. You're the antithesis of the forest he's found himself in - he doesn't even want to imagine the sunlight and warmth that emanate from your soul being snuffed out in the dark gloom of the foxholes.
He has your letters. Enough heat is carried in your words to see him through.
See him through. That's his favorite thought: the idea that holding onto memories of you will get him through this whole thing in one piece - God walking Daniel through the lion's den. Because if he can just survive Bastogne, he's pretty sure the promise of seeing you again will drive him through the rest of the war, like some sort of miracle. Whenever he reads your words he can practically hear your voice and see your smile already.
Dear Liebling, all your letters begin. And all end with, I'm still here - waiting for you.
For him. A wonder. A miracle. How did he get so lucky? From the first time your eyes met, he felt like something in his soul recognized something in yours. It felt like it was meant to be; fated since the beginning of time, like he would find you in this or any other lifetime - his bashert . . . his soulmate.
And he's coming back to you if it's the last thing he ever does.
It's been so long since he's seen you. So long since he's been able to properly write to you. If he were back home, he would have surprised you with a bouquet of flowers tonight, and tomorrow he would be making you breakfast - I love you I love you I love you punctuating every movement, every glance, every smile.
But your not here and he's not there. That means there's only one way for him to show you all the love he carries just for you.
Shivering, he pulls out a piece of spare paper and unfolds it, propping it against his knee as he squints to see it through the growing darkness. He blows on his hands and rubs them together to warm them up while he thinks.
Finally, he puts his pen to the paper and just does it - which is arguably what he's always done best. After all, you're his fated one, his destiny. Your soul is like a reflection of his. If anyone will understand what he's trying to say, it will be you.
Dear (Y/N), he begins. Have I ever told you that I've loved you since before the beginning of time?
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I'm seeing some "Disney Heroine Villain Songs" on YouTube and. I gotta say I'm kinda annoyed at which songs they are turning into villain songs.
Like. Why in the name of hell is Mirabel's villain song based of We Don't Talk About Bruno? The group song? That is not about her? That doesn't talk about her feelings at any point ever? She has maybe a fifth of the singing time?
SHE HAS A SONG. It's Waiting on a Miracle. It's her I Want song? It's her solo? She talks of how she feels and what she wants?? If you want a villain Mirabel song, it should be a fucking Miracle reprise.
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Will any of the dragons celebrate any of the kids' birthdays?
In my Miracle AU, Cybertronians don't celebrate birthdays in a traditional sense. They can live for over 10,000 years (a ridiculous amount of time) so instead of celebrating their birthday every year, which would get repetitive, they celebrate every century.
Cybertronians would refer to the event as a hatchday rather than a birthday. The size of the celebration depends on the dragon. But generally a millennium marking birthday is a larger event than a normal birthday.
This blows Sari's mind when Bumblebee first tells her about it. Even Elves only live for 1,000 years. Bumblebee is over 2,000 and is just barely considered an adult. These dragons are ancient. They're older than kingdoms!
It will take the Autobots a little while to realise organics celebrate their birthdays every year. But once they do they're all for it. Bumblebee is going to be a hype machine! He'll make sure Sari has a great time.
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