#NOON!! AS IN TWELVE PM!!!!!

[marblerose-rue]

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breeze/heather/ant / request

sleepy saturday afternoons <3

#my art #do not copy trace or steal #breezepelt #heathertail #antpelt #warriors #warrior cats #wc art #I KNEW IMMEDIATELY WHAT I WANTED TO DO WITH THIS ITS BEEN SITTING IN MY BRAIN FOR TWELVE HOURS #I HOPE I DID YOU JUSTICE this is such a cute pairing <3 #I WANTED TO CALL THIS SLEEPY SATURDAY SUNRISES BUT ITS IN THE PM FOR ME ITS NOON but like. i mean i *could* . but i am a defender of #afternoon naps even tho i dont usually take them

[caimitos]

there has Got to be a way for review sessions to be shorter than 10 hours a day. please. cause i start off so strong in the morning but by 3 PM i keep losing focus and start spiraling and questioning all of my life choices

#aka i couldnt stay in the zoom meeting anymr even though i knew i had to sit in for physical phar then just laid in bed & angry cried a bit #i met up with my cousin earlier this week and she was so surprised at my schedule #and /i/ was surprised to find out engineering majors review classes are only a few hours in the evening #my nursing and OT friends only attended classes until noon or 3 PM and had regular mon-fri weekdays #my cousin wanted us to meet up and i accidentally went a week without setting a date for it bc #my review center scheduled 12 (TWELVE) consecutive days of review. which i would have attended if i didnt get sick near the end #idk maybe i'm just tired because todays class dragged on for like 11 hours and i am pms-ing really bad. so very bad. #EURGH #skl.txt

[potato-lord-but-not]

“There’s something aesthetically pleasing about the word noon. Its palindromic spelling feels appropriate for the middle of the day, when the sun is directly overhead and the hands on the clock are pointed upward in a straight line. It’s even spelled with letters found more or less in the middle of the alphabet.” (“What Time Is…” par. 1)

Perhaps unfortunately for my argument, this article goes on to explain how the word ‘noon’ originally referred to the ninth hour of the day, that of course being 3 o’clock; because the sun and with it the people rose at six. It is derived from the Latin word for ‘ninth’, ‘nonus’. The word’s meaning apparently shifted during the twelfth century, because of the prayers of monastic orders. The second of three daily prayers would occur at noon, and the time of this prayer eventually became earlier, landing at twelve. This is believed to have been so the monks could break their fast sooner. Of course, this is not universally agreed upon and other theories include shifts in seasonal daylit hours, and European Medieval people’s struggles to have accurate timekeeping.

None of my sources suggest that three o’clock was considered the middle of the day at any point in time, therefore I would like to argue that the word noon did not originally refer to the middle of the day, but eventually, when it was given to the time that is more deserving of that title, came to do so. I believe that the denotation “middle of the day” is something that is both scientifically and culturally awarded, and that for whatever reason the people (however unknowingly) creating the Old/Middle English language believed twelve o’clock to be so. If you wish to create your own cultural norms, by all means go ahead, just remember that the word culture refers to a group, so you’ll need to find some people who agree with you. (Which, hey, maybe you already have, maybe most people agree with you and I’m just being pedantic.)

Anyways um hi, sorry about this, I did in fact make a tumblr account solely to send you this, because the idea of doing so was too funny to me to not.  Also, I just discovered that the Oxford English Dictionary website has a pay wall these days and I am DEVASTATED I tell you, devastated. But yeah, I’ll stop, have a good weekend, I love you, I hope your morning spent on public transit hasn’t been too boring.

Works Cited

“Culture Definition & Meaning.” Merriam-Webster, Merriam-Webster, www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/culture. Accessed 2 Mar. 2024.

“Noon (n.).” Online Etymology Dictionary, www.etymonline.com/word/noon. Accessed 2 Mar. 2024.

“What Time Is ‘Noon’?” Merriam-Webster, Merriam-Webster, www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/noon-history-ninth-prayer-hour-nones. Accessed 2 Mar. 2024.

OFC you’re leaving citations on A TUMBLR ASK OH MY GODDD anyway I do believe I’m starting a cultural shift because everyone I’ve asked so far has NOT said mid-day is noon they’ve ranged from 11-1 to 1-2 (albeit a bit earlier than my 2-3 answer but STILL)

Yknow what fuck it let’s do a poll bb

anyywayyyy everyone say hi to my girlfrienddd give them a nice warm welcome to tumblr <3

#HIII GIRLFRIENDDDD HIIIII #I love you toooo #getting on the metra rn wish me luck <33 #ask #polls but not #starry eyed

[blo0st4r]

💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

Uh… what? Its noon thirty pm people are trying to sleep! But sure.

@krislgfox @dogdayisgoodboy101 @clowncarfullofrats @jimenamariart22 @iknowthegammer @sugary-knacks @jaxdreamer @rainbowstarheart @bridgetswonderfulland uhh im tired. But thank you… I feel tired to list all of them. but thanks.

#Ask bl0ost4r!!

[seeingteacupsindragons]

For the flash fic prompts! (I'm just gonna do this as loosely like, "what the tags would be." If there's another way that works better for you lemme know before I send twelve more. 😅)

Main prompt: found family, modern day, snowed in

Optional add-on: accidental pet acquisition

Tags work! They're fun to prompt off.

Anyway, in exchange for this, you receive 466 unedited words.

Annabeth sipped at the red mug in her hands, her nose nearly meeting the froth of marshmallow at the top of the cocoa when Leo jumped away from the window seat, waving his hands like he was trying to take flight.

“It’s snowing!”

“It’s been snowing for days,” Annabeth said, trying not to laugh until she set her mug down. “That’s why we haven’t left yet.”

Leo dropped his hands, but spun around in a circle anyway, unable to keep his feet still for more than 45 seconds at a time. He even kicked when sleeping, like one of those dogs dreaming of chasing rabbits.

“Helen got us supplies before it starts,” Leo said, “so it doesn’t matter if we can’t go anywhere. We have us, don’t we? And I want to go make snow angels.”

Annabeth snorted. “You’re twenty-five.”

“And I still want to make snow angels,” he said.

“Once I’m done with my cocoa. Go wake Helen and Jacob up and see if they want to come, too.”

He jumped out of the room, and she downed the rest of her cocoa in five large gulps. It was less satisfying, but Leo wouldn’t take long to rustle up their friends, and someone had to get boots set out before Leo ran out into the snow in just his flannel pajama pants.

By the time he was back with Helen and Jacob, both still a little bleary-eyed, but smiling like it was noon in summer instead of 10 pm on the fifth day of snow, Annabeth had pulled out all their boots, made sure they were dry, and arranged them under each of their coats, in four different colors with the same symbol of daggers on the chest. Jacob had drawn it years ago, and they had carried it as a mark of their friendship since.

Leo managed to shuffle everyone into their winter gear before jumping off the porch into four feet of fluffy white snow face first, his blond hair disappearing in the wake of powder blowing in Annabeth’s face. Jacob joined him with slightly more control, and Helen stepped into the snow and started hopping through it, making tracks in the snow going…well, Annabeth didn’t really know where.

Annabeth watched her breath plume in front of her for a moment before peering around the expanse of snow, unbroken and even except for where they had just been. And a set of small tracks leading…right under the porch. Something must have ducked under it for shelter, and she hoped it was warm enough.

She bent down and peered under the porch until something meowed at her from the dark, a little puffball that was as white as the snow Leo was rolling in.

Well. They couldn’t very well leave it outside.

#my writing #writing #if you feed this to ChatGPT I will stake you through the hand #etc

[kazutoes]

Opening Line Patterns

Tagged by @kageyuuki!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

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(faith) is all i hold: The clock reads a silent, unblinking 6:42am

baby blue eyes (stay by my side): The only sound filling the small suite was the click-clack of typing and the raging Cambridge wind outside.

straight, no chaser: There was a soft knock at the door.

you belong with me: Dustin Moskovitz had known he was straight since, like, twelve.

and you begin to wonder why you came: "A-Adel…"

breathe you in: The first thing he saw when he walked into Kirkland was that the dorm room was surprisingly empty, save for one person. He also saw that Mark was still sitting at his computer. Eduardo was here at noon. It was currently 11:37 pm.

you and me (to infinity): The pulse of the music thrummed in their bodies as they both ran upstairs, grins on their faces.

just like me: There was a soft knock on the door.

i picture you in the sun (wondering what went wrong): A breeze of cool November air drafted through the doors as X Racer stepped into the hospital's busy lobby, narrowly missing a nurse running alongside a doctor. He inhales a sharp breath before heading towards the reception desk, holding his wallet in one hand and his ID in the other.

we could run away (before the light of day): “Look out!”

Conclusions:

awawawawwa im pretty bad with starts so it makes sense they arent Strong but they do the job at least . i have a penchant for using the for like. no reason lol

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii dunno who to tag on here bc the two writer friends i have on here are alr tagged so: @revolvingresidency @totalbrainrot @princewardo @nowhxreboy or any of my writer friends who wanna do it c:

#kaz speaks #speed racer #the social network #trauma center #not tagging too hard tbh

[sukunasstomachtongue]

"Wrong one, Nanami-san!"

Welp guess who the cat done dragged back out of hell and outta her shell. Quick lil post, and yes I did just get braids.

Rating: PG | warnings: cursing probably, one asscheek squeeze, poorly edited

introducing Bambi, my newest reader stand-in

"Wait, you said you took zelle?! I didn’t bring cash.” Bambi looked back at the woman, bewildered. It was 3:40 pm, and she had been in the small braiding shop since 7:30 am. Her head hurt, her leg started cramping, her stomach been growling since noon, and her ass was numb like she got injected with novocaine on both cheeks. 

The struggles of being a bad bitch.

“No, no, no. my sister does zelle, but she is not here. I only do cash.” As she spoke through with accented tongue, the braider had begun retracting her hands, resting the tools of her trade that had been working non-stop all day. Bambi could feel her irritation grow. As much as this whole situation peeved her off, she would be damned if she returned home with half her hair done. 

“Okay, lemme call my boyfriend. He’ll bring the money.”

“Okay, honey. Call him now. I take break now.” Bambi nodded, getting out of the worn stylist chair to get her blood circulating while her fingers tapped on the phone screen. The call was brief, all she had to do was ask for him to stop by with the money. A question from him had Bambi call out to the braider, who had moved to the front of the shop to check in with her family and other clients. 

“Gena? What time will we be done?” The woman paused her vivid storytelling to respond to Bambi. 

“Two more hours. Remy, come help me finish and we’ll leave after. Okay?” Called to attention, a little girl no older than 12 removed her earplugs and put down her iPad. 

“Okay, momma.” Bambi relayed the message to the receiver, smiling, and pressed the red end button when he promised he would personally come to deliver the money.

“He coming with the money, hunny?” 

“Yes.”

“Good, good. Okay, let’s finish.” 

Two hours passed torturously, her focus spit between pressing down on whatever braid was being tugged on to relieve pain and prevent her follicles from getting ripped out, and watching the foreign romance drama playing on the mounted tv via the mirror’s reflection. In the two hours, Bambi watched with envy and scrunched nose as two of the seven other clients leave, the scent of hairspray and small drips of boiling water showing their trail. 

“Stay still, hunny.” With a minute nod, Bambi did as she was told, steam licking the fine hairs of her ears and neck. “Almost done. Where is your boyfriend?”

“He’s-” the sound of the old bell above the door being ringed silenced Bambi. Call her crazy, but she likes to think her senses were acute when it came to her boyfriend. She could tell by the summer breeze that filled the room he was in the room. 

“Bambi?” Yuji’s upbeat voice reached all the way to the back where she, Gena, and Remy were stationed. 

“Here.” He followed her reply into the back, pushing beads that separated the front from the back out his way. He gave a soft smile, in awe of seeing her in such a state. It wasn’t often anyone got a glimpse of her primping and preening. Most of the time the group only got the end result, hair and accessories already perched in place. The Bambi in front of him looked vulnerable, unease written clearly in her expression. 

“Who do I give it to?” he looked at the other two people in the corner, fighting the muscles in his face wanting to keep his expression neutral. 

“Gena.” Without hesitation, Gena got up from the chair, hand out, ready to accept her payment for almost twelve hours of labor. 

“Thank you. Your boyfriend is very handsome, Hunny.” Gena quipped as her fingers ripped open the sealed envelope. 

“He’s not him, Yuji, where is Nanami?” She could feel young eyes peep up to her, to Yuji, towards the front, before refocusing on dipping the ends of the braids. Remy’s mother gasped, done counting her payment. 

“Too much! Almost ten thousand.” She uttered, mind frazzled at the amount in her hand. Bambi gave a scrupulous glance at the braider before looking at Yuji, who had turned a soft pink. 

“I’m sorry, give me one second!” Ripping the money out Gena’s hand, the young man flounced back to the front, ringing the bell as he opened the door to talk to his boss. 

“Wrong one, Nanami-san.” The occupants of the shop went hush, waiting on how the mysterious man that had been pacing back and forth like a predator, talking swift and curt on the phone, would respond. A few still chirped on though.

Bambi heard the bell ring once again, ignoring the whispers between mother and daughter trying to speculate who the hell was in their shop. Bambi liked Remy’s guess of ‘conman’ the least. Nanami would never do something so lowbrow as conning. 

That was her territory. 

He came in with the next gust of wind, trenchcoat flowing behind him like a cape. The conversations come to a full halt then, all the patrons and workers fixated on his simple movements. Bambi swore even the beads moved out of the way for the man as he crossed over to the back, the phone still pressed to his ear, the ticked-off expression he wore morphing into a fonder one. He tapped the mute button on the screen to address the room.

“Sorry, ma’am. My mistake.” He said nothing more, producing a new unopened envelope for Gena. This package was noticeably less dense. Just as she accepted her payment, Remy squeezes the last of the boiling water out of the fibers of synthetic hair. Bambi can’t control the groan released from her spirit. 

Yuji followed his boss back in and was about to offer a hand to help her out of the chair until Nanami gave him an unreadable expression. She got her boyfriend’s hand instead.

Bambi smiled cheerily as he gently pulled her out of the chair, raising their joint hands towards the yellowed fluorescent lighting. He looked at her like a king does his god. Her long braids flew behind her when she fell into his embrace. Letting go of her hand, Nanami wrapped his arm around her waist, securing her to him. 

“Absolutely stunning.” His low tone sent shivers down her spine. Already she could feel skin melt and stick to his aura. He didn’t care about the others in the room with them, he only had eyes for his Bambi. 

“Thank you,” Swallowing the lust in her throat, Bambi turned to Gena and her daughter. “Thank you, see ya’ll next time.”

“Okay, hunny. Goodnight.” Gena spoke automatically, her focus refusing to move from the stack of money in her hand. It was still twice as much as she charged. She didn’t even attempt to cover her daughter’s eyes or admonish the couple when Nanami gave a quick but strong squeeze to his girlfriend’s ass. 

“Let’s go. I have to make another stop and get a new envelope and-” The voice on his phone increased its volume, reminding everyone he was on a call. Kissing Bambi’s gleaming forehead, he mouthed a sorry as he pressed the mute button again. 

“Yeah, I’m here.”

Bambi waved as she left the shop, happy to be free from the pain and suffering. The door hadn’t even closed all the way when she heard the explosion of conversation they left in their wake. She turned to Yuji and poked him in the cheek, right under his scar. 

“Make a stop at Whataburger, yeah? I’m craving a shake.” 

“Sure thing, boss.” 

#junk's world #written by junk💋 #jjk fanfic #nanami kento #nanami x black!reader #nanami x reader #jjk x black reader #black reader #kento nanami #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #nanami fluff #slice of life fic

[holidayvisa]

14 January 2024

Marie was hosting an extended family get-together. It was supposed to be kind of like the Christmas celebrations we had, but a little smaller and hosted at our house. Marie and Daniel came home after church, and Marie offered me some church bread, from the communion. That felt pretty special.

People showed up as early as noon until probably about 1:30 pm. Alex (Buba), his girlfriend (Mimi) & his mom, Alexandra (Sessi), Tetka Mira, Paul and his girlfriend (Kiara), Tetka Mara & Tetka Bosa. All together, we had twelve people at our house! We all hung out, chatted, and ate together. Marie made her famous gibanica (Serbian pastry with goat cheese and lemon), which was delicious! Everyone in the family has one dish that no one else makes because that one person makes it the best. It's like a badge of honor, having your one thing that everyone else loves to eat. Everyone else refuses to try to make it out of respect for your and for the desire to eat only your dish made by you because it's the most delicious. Anyway, Marie's dish is her gibanica; no one else EVER makes gibanica. It was delicious! I felt so much like part of the family because I was partly hosting. At the other extended family celebrations, I was told to sit down and be hosted because I was the guest. But today, I got to tell everyone else to sit down because I was (partly) the host. Marie brought out the desserts, a homemade cherry strudel (which I'd been fortunate enough to sample the night before) and some tiramisu. After we finished eating, Marie put all the leftover food (there was A TON) in take away containers, and she handed them out to all the guests. Everyone said their goodbyes, and we were left just the three of us.

After everyone left, we were all kind of tired and socially worn out. So the three of us just plopped down on the couch and watched the last half of some Julia Roberts movie. We didn't really know what was going on since we started over halfway through, but that didn't stop us. After Marie went to bed, Daniel and I played some more Star Wars Battlefront, and I got my ass whooped by Daniel again - no surprise there.

I'm grateful for my honorary position as part of the family. I'm grateful to get a chance to catch up with Paul (this was the first time I've seen Paul since 2014) and meet Kiara. I'm grateful for all the delicious food. I'm grateful for Marie's gibanica. I'm grateful for the opportunity to help out and host.

[corners-of-the-skies]

Remember now, son.

To feed the horses

While we are gone

You’ll get up at eight

Break ice on the troughs

Make sure they have some to drink

Go play with that kid

That was born last March

To that little white nanny we had

For soon she will be a nanny herself

And leave us at five feeling sad

Go scratch that old gelding

Behind his brown ears

The one that struggles to walk

We have a vet called

For twelve o’clock noon

After that, he won’t need to walk

Pet that old gelding

Who thinks he’s still young

He’ll do a fourteen second

Full barrel run

With wings to carry him through

And that soft yellow mare

Who feels all your pain

Make sure to give her a hug

She’s South in the Valley

Til Six PM hits and the winter wind whispers her name

Go stand with that herd of longhorn cattle

Whose heads hang over the door

Go follow the sun to our black angus cattle

Whose blood will continue to pour

And on your way back

Will be two tabby cats

And a lab with a gun for a name

They’re chasing your chickens

A thousand young children

You’ll never see what they became

And when it’s all done

Remember you had

The privilege to know them at all

I know it’s not easy

Most lack the strength

To answer this kind of call

-A Farmer’s Son (30.11.23)

#original poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #queer poets on tumblr #original poetry #poems and poetry #my poem #my poems #daily poem #daily poetry #animal death #death poem

[nebulousneuroticism]

Another day of struggling with my sleep schedule. I got about two hours of sleep before my meeting, and I was super-groggy. But one of my coworkers said things that made me angry, and that woke me up.

So I stayed awake for the time between meetings. My second meeting, with my boss's boss, was short--pretty much just a farewell and last check-in. After that, I was still wakeful, so I stayed up for another hour or so.

I was mentally awake, but physically exhausted. My eyes were tired, and I could feel a dull headache forming. So I finally went back to bed around three or four pm.

I slept only a few hours, until about eight or nine, when my body decided it was time to be awake again. So I got up and ate some food and played a little Stellaris. It wasn't a great night because I was still kind of tired.

Now it's five am, and I'm feeling tired enough to try to sleep. Hopefully, all the fractured sleep over the past day will add up to an adequate amount, and I'll be able to get up by noon. After all, it's my last day at work. I'll need to wrap up whatever I can, and then get through one last hurdle (a farewell call with the team, which will inevitably be awkward because most of my current coworkers have only known me for about a month and also I don't really like them that much).

I'm just excited to be done with it. I can't wait for it to be over. No more stupid corporate stuff, no more kowtowing to out-of-touch executives, no more forcing myself to care about a product that really sucks. It's going to be so freeing. Just twelve more hours, and then I'll be free.

[aidanchaser]

we all agree daylight savings sucks and obviously humanity is designed to function in daylight so all sunrise should just be six am, midday is noon, and sunset is six pm there is no adjustment for seasonal differences only the clocks themselves adjust. this works perfectly with our clocks all functioning by satellite now rather than rhythmic gears why should we be beholden to the same hour all across the work when we can simply calculate the amount of day and night and just call it twelve hours and let the computers do the math from there

#this way during the sleepy months of winter we have less time during the day to do things therefore we will demand less of each other #and during the play months of summer we will have more time to do things and to have fun with each other #this is the only logical system of timekeeping #dst

[stumblngrumbl]

it's really fucked up that 12PM is noon and 12AM is midnight

PM is "post meridiem", AM is "ante meridiem"

"Meridiem" is .... noon.

Is noon after noon? Really? Can you actually argue for this?

Is midnight before or after noon? Which noon? It's twelve hours after the previous one, yes. But it's twelve hours before the next one. Which one are you talking about here?

#am pm discourse #i will fight about this #call it 12 noon that's good and unambiguous or just say noon #not sure about calling it mid-day i mean my day's just getting started then #though tbh astronomically noon is indeed mid-day and thus meridiem even if some asshole thinks you should move it by an hour wtf #wtf are they even thinking about i'll fight about DST too that stuff really sucks #i should probably blaze this lol

[r-andriani]

A Day in the Life of a Public Transport Girlboss

Dear diarrhea, it is 23:38 as of now I'm typing this. I had a long day today. I woke up to invitation messages from my pregnant sister asking if I'd like to come with her to give Rikeas Island the lebaran visit they were due, which led to misinterpretations and miscommunications and led to me having a meltdown by Rikeas Island door at twelve pm in the godforsaken noon.

I woke up real early to start going hard in my public transport girlboss shit. Nahim drove me to Cikini Station (thank you bebe) and I hopped on the train bound for Bogor. I hopped out at Cawang and switched from KRL to LRT during which these mothers with toddlers and families with poor hygiene had to test my patience, walking slower than a bunch of snails, people moving like sloths. Just the regular, daily afflictions faced by a public transport girlboss tucked between fellow human beings just trying to go to places and have a good time despite all these limitations they're living in, who have the same rights as I do, who are intellectually inferior and poor enough to not be reading and following written instructions or rules, standing still on the right side of the fucking elevator blocking my way, doing God's work in testing a girl's patience and human empathy and compassion, doing God's work in exercising a girl's kindness. Nothing new. I eat that for breakfast and dinner. And I love being kind (yes, scold me for using the conjuction 'and' to begin a sentence). Not sure whether it's something I was born with or something I've developed as I grew up, but I have a big compassion & forgiveness for my fellow humans.

As the train was apporaching LRT Harjamukti Station, I had already started searching for gocar. I hopped out at Harjamukti, still no one picked up my order. How dare these peasants (they probably possess more fortune in their hometown than I do anywhere ever) not pick up my order? Then I decided to order a gojek, and God decided to take 10 minutes to find me a gojek who is destined for the fortune of this crumbs of bread I make from bleeding sweating and tearing amongst the leeches of this city (30.500 rupiahs). In that broad daylight of fucking Cibubur. My mask fell off and there was no way I could pick it back up and neither was there any way I could reach the insides of my stupid purse for spare masks. Fuck I look like? I'm not a racoon. I was sitting on a motorbike, I have two hands, one to carry my naked laptop, one to carry my heavy ass purse. My face was showered by that polluted Cibubur air. My skin was cooked. I was made disheartened by the fact that no one (im shading my preggy sister) wanted to pick me up at the station (ehh, neither is this new, but today I felt it with every fiber of my being). One of those days.

By God's blessing I arrived in Pine Forest (it's the name of the residential cluster where Rikeas Island is located in). No one was there. Door was locked. I, 23 years-young, immediately started bawling my eyes out. I asked Bean if he was home, he said he's eating at the mall with my sister. Thence my long overdue meltdown took place. I slowly fell down on my knees like nig--s in 2000's RnB music videos. I canny believe as I was on my way no one told me they were leaving the house. They got me fucked up. The accumulation of my pent-up cries the past two weeks exploded here. It was not dramatic, it was theatrical. Bean immediately ordered me a taxi to the very mall they were at.

I was ugly-crying on the way smoking my silly little cigarette (I'm sorry, okay? it's not as excessive) until I ran into Mia as she was exiting the lobby. I opened my window and screamed "MIA??? IS THAT YOU?? "and she turned her head around, I said "OMG HII!!! ITS MEEE!!! HAHAHA TAKE CARE!! I LOVE YOU!!". I don't know why I said what I said, I think it's the default setting when I cross paths with good, pretty people, I probably kinda sound like a WASP mom. Or a mindfulness hippie. We don't really know each other, I met her once in 2017, she is one of those people who are a friend of a friend of a friend, whose bubbly existence on earth I just happen to be aware of. She smiled, waved and walked away with a man I suppose is her boyfriend. That simple cosmic divinity of our little human (or girlhood?) interaction singlehandedly fixed my day. It shifted my shite mood. So there I went, hopping out of my Bluebird by the lobby at Mal Ciputra with a smile on my face. Walked upstairs towards Solaria. Ran into Om Botol's wife by the cashier. I found their table and Mami greeted me with a hug, saying with excitement "anak mamiii". I sat next to Mr. Star Katastrophe. He gave me a pat on my head for the first time ever since 2011. I know he miss his silly little princess (I hadn't been home for the last four months). My cheesy chicken steak with es teh tawar in sight, life is good, all is well.

We ate good. It was Om Botol's treat. We took a group picture. We left the mall and were headed to a coffee shop (for fucks sake) in Kota Wisata. There were eight of us, Bean and I took care of the order (obvi we ordered Ice Cream too cause we are the kids in this occasion). Drinks were served. I accompanied Mami to the bathroom. Life is good. Everyone is having a good laugh. Chats about extended family relatives I don't engage myself in. Deeper conversations on family history. Old fashioned ass parents being old-fashioned parents. It was when they started mentioning Superwoman die Mutter that I decided to sneakily sit there and start reacting and engaging in their group conversation, and started asking my questions, and telling my side of the story. Of course I got teary. From then on, they started attempting to comfort me. Focus is shifted into me, I am the celebrity.

We were headed back to Rikeas Island. We munched Mami's cookies and pastry. Family bliss. Mami's cookings and bakings make everybody happy. I packed up my stuff and left the premises, tagging along with Om Botol cause we were headed towards the same destination: Eggplant Street. We arrived at Eggplant Street. Had a bit of munchies at the dining table with Grandpops.

After checking up on Grandpops, by dinner time we took off and Om Botol gave me a ride to Depok Baru station and I hopped back on in the train to Jakarta Kota. Hopped out in Cawang and took a gojek to Wolter Monginsidi to catch my lover who was leaving a meeting at Starbucks (not our fault, that's his supervisor's choice of place). Ngeeng ngeeng, just me and my gojek driver against the world, waltzing around Gatsu amongst Paguyuban orang-orang sudirman. As soon as I arrived, Nahim and I took off to Barito and had Sate Taichan Acong for dinner. It was a cute impromptu date. Then off we go, ngeng ngeeng our way back to the chaos and decay that is Cempaka Putih. I took a deep shower. He took a deep shower. I'm back home, in the comfort and safety of my lover's arms, while the world crumbles before our very eyes, just a kosan wall away.

[aidanearthridge]

Ras: Of course I have a lot of pent up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Una: I love you.

Emric: Me too.

Haylor: Ah shit I forgot.

Isa: Forgot what?

Haylor: How do you expect me to answer that?

Evelyn: I hate you with every inch of my body.

Emric: That's not a lot of inches...

Isa: What situation is not instantly improved with the addition of fishnets, I ask you?

Bailey: Being a fish.

Isa: Well shit.

Ras: I hate when people ask me "Well what did you do today?" Buddy, listen, I woke up at noon, then it was 5 pm, okay? I DON'T KNOW.

Councilman Rezune: Bailey always accuses me of having a favorite but that's not true.

Councilman Rezune: I love Isa and all non-Isas equally.

Emric: Can I have some water?

Evelyn: *starts chugging her water bottle*

Evelyn: *chokes from drinking too fast*

Evelyn: *spills water all over herself*

Evelyn, coughing: I don't have any water.

#bookblr #fantasy #tcoa #books #new books #writers on tumblr #writers #thechroniclesofaudawn #aearthridge

[shiftereris]

It was noon, Wes was hungry and started to head home. By then, he drank most of his water and ate the fruit snack pouch he brought for a snack.

It was around twelve thirty-seven in the afternoon when he was passing the Fentons house. Twelve seconds passed, a bright green light came through their basement windows. Wes wanted to look in to see the cause of light but his eyes felt like they were burning. Something… or someone, let out an agonizing scream from inside the house.

Who made that noise? What’s making this light? It hurts!

As quickly as it started, it ended. The screaming stopped, the lights went out. What… happened? Wes continued his walk back home, he needed something to take his mind off of what he had witnessed.

Wes: 12:45pm - sent: Ghost boy, are you okay? Why did bright green light shine through your basement windows? What was that scream?

After a couple minutes, Wes decided it’d be best to try to relax, or rationalize what he’d seen or maybe do something to keep his mind off of it. He took the pictures out of his pocket. They turned out good. Two of them had sun glares, which added to the beauty.

He came across a picture he wasn’t sure whether or not he should keep. It was of a spider hanging from a string, he caught the picture as it was making its web. It’d took every bit of courage he had for him to get close enough to take the picture.

He had to admit, looking at the pictures he’d taken, and deciding whether or not to hang them up or use some as bookmarks, had taken his mind off of what happened on his way home and if Danny responded or not.

Brrr… brrr… brrr…

Wes picked up his phone, checking to see who texted him.

Easton: 2:30pm - sent: You okay? You rushed to your room after walking inside. Kyle and I thought it’d be best to give you some time alone for a bit.

Easton: 2:31 pm - sent: also, it’s 2pm. Come down to eat.

Wes: 2:32pm -sent: ok.

Wes set his phone down on the desk and went downstairs. A few minutes later, his phone buzzed.New Notification: Messages - Ghost Boy: hey Wes, …

#ghost boy #ghost boy fic update #fanfic

[aliform]

My husband's beloved cat, his sweet bbgirl who has been his companion for thirteen years, has an aggressive and rare blood cancer. She had emergency surgery + a blood transfusion when it metastasized in her spleen and she started to bleed internally. It will pick another organ -- a lung, her liver, her heart -- and that will be the last organ it can pick when it happens. We must watch every day for lethargy or disinterest in food or gums that aren't pink and she's got a shaved belly and two naked little chicken legs from her hospital stay.

We give her intense meds every twelve hours and have slowly turned the time from midnight and noon to 6:30 AM to 6:30 PM. My husband sleeps with his head at the foot of the bed so he can have one hand resting on her as she lays on a pillow on the floor (she purrs at the slightest touch now) as they both sleep.

Once she's allowed to jump onto the bed she'll sleep next to him again and he'll continue to have one hand on her back. Sometimes I wake up and he has one hand on the top of my head, one hand on her little body -- he's subconsciously saying I love you to us both.

I'm so grateful we didn't say goodbye to her last weekend. We're both off the entire week of Christmas and it's not a mourning period. Yeah, we're pre-mourning because how can we not (it turns my stomach that she'll always only be 13 years old).

They've always been together, always a pair. She follows him around and if I died tomorrow she'd shrug her shoulders. Last night I took a video of her gently snoring and thought of how many people have buried their dead and had nothing to capture them with. My brain is parsing two different versions of her, the now and the future without her and the now is slipping through my fingers. But she's here and present and a part of our family and her ghost will follow us until we are also ghosts and unknowing, of her or of our own selves.

#personal