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mamaestapa · 11 months

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We Need to Talk…

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: The time comes for you to tell Joe some of the most life-changing news he’ll ever receive. However, his reaction isn’t exactly what you were hoping for

•word count: 3.6k

•warnings: Pregnancy, morning sickness, vomiting, crying, mood swings, arguing, angst

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January 25, 2023

4 weeks pregnant

You pulled into the parking lot of Kettering Health, yawning loudly and tiredly. You were currently having some major caffeine withdrawals. Since you found out you were pregnant, you have stopped drinking coffee. Even though you are able to have as much decaf as you want, you haven't been drinking any coffee due to the fact that it makes you nauseous anytime you're near it. After turning off your car, you reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed your bag. You reached into the bag and pulled out your favorite chapstick. For some reason, this pregnancy is making your lips and skin extremely dry. After putting the chapstick on your chapped, cracked lips, you fluffed your softly curled hair and stepped out of the car. As you made your way into the practice facility, you were greeted by Tee.

"Mornin' Y/n."

You smiled, happy that Tee was the first person you saw upon entering the building, "Hey Tee! How's it going?"

"Pretty good," he shrugged, "nerves are a just lil high around here though."

"Oh I bet. Film this morning?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, "Yup, that's where I'm headed now. We'll be watching film all morning," he sighed, "gotta make sure we're prepared for our matchup against the Chiefs."

The Bengals beat the Ravens 24-17 in the wildcard round, moving them on to a snowy divisional round. Joe and the Bengals battled against Josh Allen and the Buffalo Bills, and let's just say, the Bengals came to PLAY. The guys defeated Allen and the rest of the Buffalo crew 27-10. This upcoming Sunday, they'll play the Kansas City Chiefs for the second year in a row for the AFC conference title. If they win, the Cincinnati Bengals will head to Super Bowl 57.

"It won't be easy, but I have faith that you guys can pull out a win." You said with a warm smile.

Tee nodded, "For sure. It's not the defense stopping us that I'm worried about...it's their offense with Mahomes and Kelce," he whistled, "they're one hell of a scoring duo."

You chuckled, "It won't be easy, but think about it. You guys have outscored them before, multiple times at that. I truly believe one that you guys will beat them again."

Tee let out a breath and shook his head, "Shit, I hope so. You comin' to the game?"

You shrugged, stopping at your office door with Tee, "I'm not sure yet. Zac still has to let Kate and I know which one of us is going. I'm hoping it'll be me."

Tee chuckled, "Fingers crossed it's you. we need our good luck charm there."

"Awe, thanks Tee." you smiled, laughing softly.

"Of course. See you out at practice, Y/n."

You waved as he started to walk away, "Bye Tee, good luck with film." He let out a scoff in response, "Thanks, I need it."

As Tee walked down the hall, you shut your door and walked over to your desk. You sat down in the office chair and pulled out my MacBook. For the past couple days, your workload has been fairly small since the season is coming to an end. Normally, when you didn't have a ton of work to do, you would walk around the practice facility and talk with some of guys. However, this season is different. Well, at least now it's different. You have been avoiding talking to the guys the past few days--for good reason too. You're trying to avoid Joe as much as possible. You're still trying to think about how to tell Joe that you're pregnant with his baby. You knew it was going to be hard, but you never expected it to be this hard. As you were typing away on your MacBook, your mouth began to water and your stomach started to churn. You looked at the time: 10:15.

You sighed and got out of your chair. As soon as you were in the hallway of your office, you took off running to the nearest bathroom. Every day around this time, morning sickness hits you the hardest. Your morning sickness was only bad when you first woke up, and then again around 10. You were thankful it wasn't an all day thing like some women experience. You emptied your stomach contents until you swore there was nothing left in there. After flushing the toilet, you wiped your mouth and let out a sigh. Morning sickness was no fun. You walked over to the sinks and washed your hands, grabbing a paper towel in the process and getting it wet so you could wipe the corners of your mouth. You turned the water off and fixed your hair before wiping your hands on your jeans. You made your way out of the bathroom, looking at your shoes as you walked down the hall. Suddenly, you were on the floor.

Hmph.

"Oh my god, Y/n!" a familiar voice said in shock, "I'm so sorry."

You looked and saw Joe standing there, observing you with a concerned look on his face. He held his hand out for you to grab. As soon as you grabbed his hand, he carefully pulled you up from the ground. Your free hand instinctively went to your stomach, protecting the baby in your womb. Joe held onto your hand, a slight blush on both of your cheeks as you looked into each others soft eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, furrowing his brows in a concerned manner.

You smiled, "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry, I should be the one apologizing." You nodded in response, "Okay. Well, I uh, I should get going. Bye Joe." you said quickly as you hurried off down the hall.

"Okay..?" Joe trailed off in confusion, watching as you hurried away from him. Joe stood still, his shoulders falling with a sigh as a slight frown appeared on his face.

Closing your office door, you immediately stood against it and let out a shaky sigh. That was a close one. You thought to yourself. You began to breathe heavily and before you knew it, you broke down crying. You've been doing a lot of that lately. You have been extremely overwhelmed, plus all of the added pregnancy hormones don't help. As you choked out a sob, you heard a knock at the door. Trying to control your breathing, you sat back down in your chair.

"Come in!" you wavered out, hiccuping as you wiped away tears from your cheeks. The door opened and a worried Zac Taylor walked in, holding a cup of coffee. Bless his heart. He placed the coffee cup on the small table that sat in your room. He grabbed a chair and pulled it up to your desk so he could sit for a moment.

"Y/n, are you crying?" he asked, voice extremely soft.

You looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. "No?" you said softly, wiping your nose that was dripping with snot. His face softened from his usual hard gaze, "Oh, Y/n..."

You choked out another sob, falling into Zac's arms. He instantly wrapped them around your body and gently cradled your head. "Shhh," he soothed, "you're okay..you're okay." he repeated, over and over, letting you get all of your pent up emotions out. As much as you were thankful to have someone comforting you at the moment, you had slightly wished it was Joe consoling you instead. Zac gently stroked your shoulder as your gut wrenching sobs turned into the occasional sniffle. Zac gently pulled your head up, frowning as his eyes scanned your red face. "Now," he sighed, "what's got you so worked up? Did I give you too much work? If I did, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

You shook your head, sniffing as you wiped your eyes. "N-no, It's not from you." you croaked out, clearing your phlegmy throat and taking a deep breath. You sat up straight and looked over at Zac. He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.

"I um," you said hesitantly, "I'm going to tell you something, and when you find out, I need you to not say anything to anyone."

He nodded, "Of course, hun. Shoot."

"I've only told a couple friends, and now you. So you need to promise me, that you won't say anything, please?" You pleaded, tears pricking your eyes once again.

Zac took your pinky finger in his, "Pinky promise. You can't break one of those, yeah?"

You laughed softly at his response. Zac really does have a soft and joking side to him when he isn't on the field. You heaved a sigh once more, "A couple days ago, I.." you began, gulping nervously before continuing, "I found out that I'm pregnant."

Zac's eyes widened and a small smile appeared on his face, "Y/n...congratulations."

You smiled tightly, tears brimming your eyes, "Thank you."

"So, is this, is this good news or bad news?" he asked, brows furrowed.

"It's, it's good, I think? I'm just so terrified. I don't even know how I'm supposed to tell the father. Hell, I don't even know how I'm supposed to be a mom yet. I mean, my schedule is so busy, and, and the baby daddy's schedule is just the same as mine, so that-."

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you realized. Oh no...I have said WAY too much.

"Hold on, his schedule is the same as yours?" Zac questioned.

You gulped nervously, knowing he was catching on, "Please don't say anything." Your eyes giving away the answer to his question. He nodded and placed a hand over yours that sat on on your thigh. "I won't, I promise," he sighed, "but you need to tell him, Y/n. He deserves to know about his kid."

You nodded, "I know, I know he does. I just don't know when to tell him...or how to tell him," you said, voice coming out as a whisper. Your lip began to tremble again as emotions flooded over you as you told Zac about everything. He pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed the top of your head. It was a comforting, but friendly gesture. After a good ten minutes of silence, except for a couple sniffles from you and whispers of sweet nothings from Zac, you took a few deep breaths to compose myself and you pulled away from his embrace.

"Thank you, Zac."

He smiled, "Of course, kiddo. Hey, if he decides he doesn't want to be in this kids life, you let me know, and I'll have a good, long talk with him."

You couldn't hold back your giggle, "Okay."

"And Y/n?" Zac said softly.

You looked up at him, "Yeah?"

"No matter what happens, just know you have a whole group behind you, supporting and loving you and the baby every step of the way."

You smiled, standing up so you could hug Zac. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he hugged you back, tightly. "Thank you so much. This truly means so much to me." you whispered into his shoulder. You felt him nod as he pulled back and smiled, "Of course. If you ever need to talk, or if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. The guys and I will gladly help."

You smiled warmly, "Thank you. I seriously don't know what I would do if I didn't have the teams support."

Zac chuckled, "You and me both. Is there anything I can do for you right now?"

"Hmm..." you trailed off, thinking about anything Zac may be able to help you with. Suddenly it hit you, "Oh! If it's not too much to ask, could I come to the game Sunday? Even if I'm not the media manager on duty?"

"Yeah, of course!" he nodded, "it wouldn't be the same without you there. Are you sure you can fly though?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I think so? Women fly during their first trimester all the time."

"OK. As long as you feel safe flying, that's fine with me then," he paused, glancing at his watch "Ah shoot, I have to go catch up on some film with Joe right now. I'll see you later Ms. Hubbard."

Your breath hitched at the mention of Joe. Your face fell, but you covered it with a smile, "See you later. Thank you again, Zac. I really appreciate it."

He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's no problem at all." he went to walk out the door, but stopped in the doorway. "oh, and Y/n. Congratulations, again. You're going to make an amazing mother."

You couldn't help but tear up at his words. He shut the door behind him, leaving you alone in your office. You shook away all the emotions with a deep breath. You leaned back in your chair and placed a hand on your tummy, greeting your unborn baby while you typed away on your computer with your other hand.

~Time skip~

You walked down to the team cafeteria to get yourself some lunch. You kept it light incase your morning sickness acted up again. You got a chef salad, an apple, and a bottle of water. As you were paying for your food, you heard the commotion of the guys coming into the cafeteria. You contemplated on where to eat lunch at. The cafeteria or my office. As you thanked the cashier, you made eye contact with Ja'Marr. He swallowed whatever he was chewing before he greeted you, "Hey, y/n! Come sit."

You smiled, making your way over to Ja'Marr and sitting down across from him.

"Hey, Ja'Marr," you smiled, "how was morning workouts?"

He shrugged, "Eh, not too bad. I think film was worse though. Watching that and listening to Taylor yell at us is torture."

You chuckled and took a sip of your water, letting out a soft Ah before you spoke, "Sounds like torture."

Ja'Marr took a bite of his sandwich. "So, are you coming to the game Sunday?"

You nodded, "Yep." Ja,Marr smiled, "Great! Wanna rep my number?" he asked with a wink.

You let out a laugh, "I don't know. I already promised Tee I would rep his."

"Hey, there's two halves, do a jersey a half." he suggested, laughing lightly.

You smiled, taking a bite of your salad after you replied. "That's not a bad idea, maybe I'll do that."

Ja'Marr chuckled and went back to eating. As you ate your lunch, you saw someone sit down next to you out of the corner of your eye. You looked over and saw that it was Joe. You shifted nervously in your seat as Sam sat down right after Joe did.

Joe smiled, "Hey 'Marr, Y/n."

"Hi." you said quickly, averting your eyes away from him.

Joe turned to you. You could feel his blue eyes boring into you, "Y/n, I didn't see you out on the field today, what were you doing?"

You scoffed, "Does it matter? I was busy. You winced slightly as you noticed your tone was a bit snippy. You didn't mean for the words to come out that harshly, it's just your hormones are making you have terrible mood swings. Oh the joys of pregnancy.

Sam turned to you, giving you an odd look in response to your snippy remark, "It's fine, Y/n. He was just asking."

Before you could say anything that you might regret later, you decided to leave. "I gotta go. See you guys later." You said, getting up from the table and throwing away the rest of your food. You hurried out of the cafeteria and made your way back to your office. The guys at the table all watched as you rushed out of the cafeteria. Ja'Marr and Sam both looked at Joe.

"Bro, what did you do?" Ja'Marr asked, his eyes wide.

Sam chuckled, "Eh, I wouldn't worry. Y/n is probably just on her period. I love her, but when it's shark week, you never ask her any questions."

Joe just sat at the table in silence, suddenly losing his appetite he had worked up from his extreme morning workout. Why were you avoiding him all of a sudden? Suddenly, Joe stood up and walked over to the nearest garbage can, throwing his half eaten lunch in the trash.

"Dude, where you going?" Sam asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he watched his best friend start to the leave the cafeteria out of nowhere.

"I have to go talk to Zac about something. I'lll see you guys outside." Joe said, rushing out of the cafeteria. Meanwhile, you began to pace around your office. A sudden knock at the door caused your pacing to stop, and before you could answer, the door opened. An upset Joe walked I, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Joe-."

"No." he cut you off, "let me talk, please."

You gulped nervously, preparing yourself for what he was going to say, "Okay." you said, your voice slightly above a whisper.

"Why have you been avoiding me the last few days? Just when I thought we were both getting over the hookup, you start ignoring me. Why Y/n? What did I do?" Joe asked with a pained look on his face. He was completely lost as to why you were treating him this way.

You sighed, "Joe, you didn't do anything, I-."

He rubbed his face, "Oh bullshit, Y/n! You jumped at the sudden raise of his voice. You have never heard Joe get this loud before.

"I don't know what happened or what I did, but whatever it was, how could it be so bad that you have to avoid me?" You sat in silence as he stood and confronted you for your recent actions, "like earlier when you ran into me and I helped you up, you just rushed off! And then just now trying to talk to you in the cafeteria, because god forbid I try talk to you, you run away! Y/n, do you know how much that hurts? I mean, are you embarrassed about hooking up with me? Just, please, tell me what I did to you." His voice cracked with emotion as his beautiful blues began to water from both heartbreak and anger.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes once again. You knew you had to tell him. "Joe, please. Just let me explain."

Joe looked at you, a look of hurt and confusion in his blue eyes.

"Joe, I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to promise me that you won't freak out too much."

Joe's face softened, "Is everything alright?"

Not at all.

You nodded, "Yeah..just maybe it'll be a good idea if you sit down."

Joe sat down on the chair beside your desk that was still there from when you told Zac about the baby earlier in the day.

You took a deep shaky breath. Your palms were sweaty and your heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. "So," you started, already fearing the worse, "you know how the morning after our uh, our hookup. you asked me if you used protection and I said no, but I did remember I'm on birth control?"

Joe nodded, giving you a look signaling for you to continue.

"Well...about four days ago I found out..."you paused, looking into his eyes as you finished, "that I'm pregnant."

Joe's eyes widened slightly as his breath hitched. "Y-you're what?"

"I''m pregnant."

His face went pale and he stood up, running his fingers through his hair. "Oh my god..."

You cringed, rubbing your temples. "Joe, I am so sorry.”

Joe rubbed his hands down his face, taking a deep breath as he plopped down on your desk, “I thought you were on the pill, Y/n.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah well, I hate to break it to you but that’s not a hundred percent effective Joe.”

Joe sighed once again, his blue eyes void of any emotion. You knew he was in pure shock right now. You had felt a wave of many emotions when you found out about the baby, you can only imagine how he’s feeling right now.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” you said quietly, voice cracking with emotion. You watched as Joe stood up and shook his head at your words.

“And you think I did?” he asked with a scoff. You swallowed nervously, “I never said that.”

"I'm not ready to be a dad."

"You think I'm ready to be a mom?"

The two of you were silent, both of you trying to process what had been said in the last few minutes during your important conversation. You weren’t exactly sure how you expected Joe to react to the news; however, you knew he wasn’t going to take the news well and be jumping for joy at the prospect of being a father. Joe walked over to the door of your office and reached out for the handle. He stood there, hand hovered over the handle and contemplating over what to do. You noticed his shoulders heave with a deep breath before he stood around to face you.

“I just,” he wet his lips, “I need time to process all of this Y/n.” With that, he hesitantly took his eyes off of you and walked out of your office without another word.

hey loves!

emotional rollercoaster of a chapter huh? well, get used to them because there will be a lot in this series ;)

do you think Joe will come around soon or do you think he'll take some time?

i hope you all are liking this series as much as i am! i'm having so much fun re-writing it. I feel like it's so much better with Joe. thank you again for all the continued love and support, it is greatly appreciated! you are all so sweet and encouraging, I love all of you🤍

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#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #joe burrow fan fic #daddy issues

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dadvans · 10 months

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nine (9) people you'd like to know better

tagged by @freebooter4ever, who i wish i could re-tag, as i'm endlessly curious (read: jealous) of your aesthetic home and horny drawings

Last Song: my leather, my fur, my nails // stepdad

Currently Watching: most recently enjoyed the recent seasons of I Think You Should Leave and Documentary Now!, and am always an ongoing slut for more documentaries. also, regrettably, beat bobby flay. he's a cat dad.

Currently Reading: most recently finished reading 110 unabridged oregon trail diaries and adjacent correspondence (tbh for the sake of writing porn). i have decent access to these through some academic friends and also being an oregon trail descendent (boo hiss manifest destiny). despite all the accounts of babies born on the trail, there are only two (2) (two!!!!) references i could find about boning down between 1840 and 1870 (see: connubial festivities, chivarie)

Current Obsession: this is my second weekend in a row of doing pilates teacher training every day for 8+ hours (after 3 weeks last month), so probably pilates. my second obsession is sleep. my third obsession is indiana jonesing around ao3 for unsung horny fic heroes while stuck on the bus to and from work.

tagged: @rostovs, @sonatine, @archaicbro, @door, @drunktuesdays, @crimsonclad, @thekookster, @yabagofmalk, @helens78

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sirjimothydoesntsleep · 1 month

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Reasons why I think that we should change how many months there are in a year. This was brought to you by someone who cannot sleep and has no hobbies to distract themself with.

Okay so 365 divided by 12 is 30.416666666 (I did this in my calculator app). So we end up with a leap year every now and again. So 365 days and every 4 years a leap year, very nice okay. However, going off the months of the year: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December. You see something in September, October, November and December? If you don't it's SEPT, OCT, NOV, and DEC - These mean (what I assume to be) seven, eight, nine, and ten going off the shapes septagon, octogom, nonagon and decagon. I bet you can't guess how many sides those shapes have. But September, October, November, and December aren't the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th month?

THAT'S BECAUSE OF JULY AND AUGUST! NAMED AFTER ROMAN EMPERORS!!!!!!!

NOW I HAVEN'T DONE *ANY* RESEARCH (other than reading books like four years ago) BECAUSE IT'S 1:13AM AND I DO NOT WANT TO FOR THE SAKE OF MY SANITY, I ASSUME THEY WANTED SOMETHING NAMED AFTER THEM AND SO JULY AND AUGUST!! (July probably being Julius Caesar and whoever was August I don't care enough to remember)

So, 10 months? Removing July and August? Okay let's see, 365 divided by 10 is 36.5. So if it were to be even every month is to have 36 days and a leap year every other year. Okay that could be cool what else? 365 divided by 5 is 73, but a month with 73 days might be a bit too long. 365 divided by 4 is 91.25 WHICH COULD BE A bit long now *B U T* since there are 4 seasons we can have 4 months?? OKAY that might be a bit long what about 8 months? That'd be 45.625, I don't know if one is to think that is long but let's see 16. That'd be 22.8125. I think that's quite nice. But what about 20 months? That's divisible by four so we can have 5 months per season. We'd have 18.25 months so we can have 18 days per month and a leap year every 4 years.

What if we wanted every month on a Monday and end on a Sunday? That'd be convenient. Okay so 4 weeks per month, 28 days, 13.035714285 months. We can have 13 months and an occasional leap year to throw off our week, not so nice.

Unless we changed how long our week is? HMMMM let's have a see I need to do more maths now I'm not prepared for this help. This was *not* the plan.

How many weeks per month sounds nice? I'd say 3-5 maybe 6 if that works. Now, at least two days off because yes. Now I'm going off 10 months 36.5 days in them and I'm not going deeper into leap years and I don't care if I didn't need to say that.

If we were to have 3 weeks each week would be 12.166666666 days long. The decimal in not my problem and can be a leap year eventually, I don't care. So 12 days, we can't have 10 days working and 2 days off that's ridiculous! So for 3 week and each week being 12 days long we'd have to have like 7 days working and 5 days off. (I'm assuming capitalism wants us to work longer than off. Wait I can just have them even. Silly me)

So a week would be:

Work, Work, Work, Off, Work, Off, Work, Work, Work, Off, Off, Off. (who wants to work 6 days in a row? However, you'd get 6 days off in a row to either accept my proposal or have 6 days off in a row 6 days working with to be fair is only 1 day more than usual.)

Now onto a 4 week month. 9.125, the decimal is not my problem. So, a 9 day week. How'd that go? We'd still have 5 days of work but now with 4 days off instead (I'm not working with ratios of our current week I'm not bothered.) That'd be fine, a 4 day weekend. Less work, more fun.

Now a 5 week month. 7.3 days. pretty much how it is now. No changes.

Now a 6 week month would have 6.0833333333 days. 3 days off, 3 days working.

Now I feel like there'll be some major plothole. I'm dividing these by 36.5.

But wait. My main issue was that all the months' days are uneven. 365 divided by 12 is 30.416666666. So what if every month just had 30 days oml I'm stupid. BUT THAT WASN'T MY POINT I DON'T LIKE JULY AND AUGUST I NEED TO GET RID OF THEM!!

Okay that's simple I can just have 10 months 36.5 days per month, figure out everything some other time and leap years. Okay so the 0.5 is bothering me. Since it's 10 months and 36.5 days per month and that's 5 extra days half the months can just have 5 extra days. So January, February, October, November, and December will have 37 days and the rest have 36 days. Now I'm done, it's 1:54am and I'll continue this another time. 25/3/25

Expect me to continue this at some point, not in the near future.

#months of the year #i have ideas #i shouldn't be thinking #i only have this because my dad said #“me and my coworker conspired that if we have 13 months we can have each month start on a Monday and then theres a day that doesn't exist #“that we can have off.”#And so i took that and thouyit over at 1:30 ish.#i can't sleep #I might continue somewhere between tomorrow and 6 months. If not ive forgotten about this and will update in 2 years

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ittyybittybaker · 3 months

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umber saffron green cinnamon periwinkle mauve blush

also babes??!?! day nine?!?!? I do not envy you that many day on in a row. please tell me you at least get a long “weekend” in between or love your job to where it doesn’t feel so bad to work so many days in a row?

See What Your Followers Think of You Color Ask Game

UMBER = I want to know more about you

SAFFRON = I love your ideas

GREEN = I think you’re cute.

CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.

PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh

MAUVE = You are really talented

BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better

Aaaaahhh thank you so much friend!!! you're so sweet!!! I'd LOVE to get to know you better, I really do love making friends!!! Also to answer your question about my job .... work rambles under the cute 🙃

So the thing about my job is, that 80% of the time I really love it!! But the other 20% it can be really frustrating and right now is one of those times so I'm feeling a little ... rambly about it I guess.

Basically, I do baking and pastry for the Catering Team at Disney. We do all breakfast, pastries, and desserts for every catered event on property. So, we're really busy right now. like so busy that I truly cannot describe it. We're getting ready for a huge 10k person even at the end of the month and also have multiple large groups with us every day, with 1-2 thousand desserts on multiple menus.

So we're currently scheduled 6 10 hour days a week which would be fine, except we're actually typically working 12-14 hours every day. The reason I worked 9 days in a row was because 3/5 of my peers were on vacation/sick, so I had to be there to run the floor during my shift. (We're just the ones who run the floor, we have other cooks who also do production!! It's not just me doing all the work I swear lol, I have a very lovely and hard work team!!) But because we're scheduled 6 day weeks, I only had one day off :( It's just been a lot of exhausting work, physically and mentally, but also emotionally.

We get very busy several times throughout the year, with this being one of our busy times, but it usually balances out with slower periods to catch our breath. This one has just been particularly taxing because of a lack of staff.

I normally find my job very rewarding and fulfilling, but right now I just can't wait for this to be over. Which is why I've been kinda MIA for the past couple weeks, and I probably will be until the end of the month :( I'm just so exhausted all of the time, and I truly don't have time to do anything except work and sleep.

BUT at the end of the month I'm going on a cruise and I'm so excited about it!!! It's my first ever cruise and I truly CANNOT wait !!!

ANYWAY work ramble over!!!! Thank you again for sending this in, you're so sweet!! ILY, especially if you read all that lol

#my relationship with my job is ... complicated in this exact moment #it just kind of feels like we're being made to do an impossible task #there's just so much work to do and not enough people to do it !!!!!#im so tired !!!!!#but most everyone is back from vacation now so things are starting to look up #as long as we don't get a lot of call ins we should be able to get back on track #AND we FINALLY have help coming from other locations which honestly will be a huge help #we just have to get through the next 9 days 🙃#then it's CRUISE TIME FOR TIFFANY !!!!#lol anon yoh said you wanted to know more about me ... I hope this is what you had in mind rip #ask game #anon #personal stuff

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diaryofanaverageunicorn · 1 year

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The day before the exam.

Day 2.

So, today was my last day for prepping for my oral exam that's happening tomorrow. Big yikes. I honestly can't wait to be done with this project (the oral exam is the last step). I'll be [frantically] trying to explain my reasoning in FIVE MINUTES. Appalling.

In other news, I did everything on my to-do list! Alright, not Everything™, I skipped the second planned 10-minute yoga of the day but I still did one so whatever. It's a win. I managed to wake up only 10 minutes after my alarm, which is an achievement while taking the sleep medication I got prescribed along with the ADHD meds. Three alarms are what did the trick (09:30; 09:35; 09:37)! Then I read two chapters of my current book, "The Reading Group" by Elizabeth Noble, and got to work on the final touches to my presentation for tomorrow. I planned two study sessions, one before and one after lunch. I actually finished during the first study session so I used the second one just for practising my speech. I watched four? five? episodes of the new Brooklyn Nine-Nine and man, oh man, does it make me depressed af. After, I looked for inspiration for my next semester's project and watched a couple of video-essay-style things to explore. Later, I complained to my paramour that I got allocated to a "speech" workshop, instead of the "digital media" one I wanted to take. The speed with which I wrote to the Head of Studies broke the space-time continuum. I absolutely will not spend five days a week, three weeks in a row, preparing and delivering speeches in front of 20 strangers. No, thank you. After, we had dinner and watched earlier episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine since my love hasn't seen the show before.

Ho letto il primo capitolo di una storia italiana. Since I'm renewing my studying of Italian. Again, it's on the list! And I didn't make any mistakes on the mini-comprehension test after the first chapter.

Italian word of the day, IWOTD: ansiosa/o — anxious!

It's not a happy word but it's relevant to my existence. After the Italian, I wrote out my to-do list for tomorrow, and now I'm journaling here. All that's left to do is to take my sleeping meds, finish my chamomile tea, do my basic skincare and I'll be off to bed! It's only 22:00!! Another win.

That's all folks,

#journal entry #day2 #17.01.2023 #adhd #exam preparation #brooklyn nine-nine #italian

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saintly2k · 2 years

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(No) More Hooverphonic Music

Yo yo yo! It's me once again.

You know, I've got a "new" phone just yesterday because my current phone isn't working anymore. It's a really old iPhone (ew) SE. Because I wanted to set it up, I created a new Apple ID (this is gonna haunt me the rest of my life) and installed some apps I really needed:

Spotify, YouTube, DB Navigator, Google Maps (of course!), Telegram, Webnovel and Wupsi.

Because all my passwords got compromised recently, I changed all my passwords, which was my first struggle because I generated the new passwords all automatic using Bitwarden (awesome software). So I logged into Spotify, and because I always listen to music offline if I can, I started downloading my huge library of over 6k songs (yes, I listen to *all* of them haha). While I was browsing it, I found a song from Hooverphonic.

So for your info, I literally grew up with this and a few more bands because my father listened to them all the time, meaning I would hear them too, and they were g-r-e-a-t!

The song I found was "Eden" from the Album "Blue Wonder Power Milk". This was really my first song I really started to love. I still remember the old times when my father managed to get all the songs from Hooverphonic on my old Nokia and I instantly got hooked listening to them. Seriously, non-stop. Just don't think about the quality of the music ^-^

Because I still love their music (and own all of their records on vinyl) I started listening to it. And wow, that took me back in time. After listening to it like eight or nine times in a row, I viewed the full album, listened to it for a whole day, then downloaded all the other albums they had. I re-discovered old favorites of mine, such as "Sometimes", "Wake Up" or whole albums just like "Blue Wonder Power Milk".

But because I'm a "cool kid", I stopped listening on Spotify, turned my Record player and started playing their record of "Blue Wonder Power Milk". I just couldn't stop and always again and again listened to it.

It just made me feel sad that the music nowadays is becoming worse and worse, made with less and less effort. Just five lines of text then the refrain and repetitive loops of instruments. Take "Space Man" by Sam Ryder from Eurovision Song Contest 2022. Let me count them for you: One, two, three, four, and again, then refrain, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, okay okay, now eleven, twelve, thirteen, refrain again, 14, 15, 16, 17, okay then a slightly different version of the refrain, 18, 19, then the last four sentences are just again refrain. Wow, 19 lines of unique lyrics!

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Just compare it with "Little Dark" by MGMT from 2018... it has way more than 19 lines of unique lyrics. Wow... was it that hard for Sam Ryder to come up with some lyrics? Really? I mean, for fucks sake, even I can do better!

So yeah, this is just some rant of some random guy from the internet, but keep that in mind. But hey, not all songs are like that! Take MGMT, Hooverphonic, libEluLLah, EERA, Udo Jürgens and a lot more of artists that produce (or produced) great music with more than... embarrassing 19 lines of unique lyrics.

Well well guys, I hope you liked my runt (as always).

Have a wonderful day, Selim!

Edit 02.03.2023: Changed "Grammophone" to "Record player", since it's not a Grammophone but a record player (I guess?).

#music #hooverphonic

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magicsunwheel · 3 years

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Why You're F#cking Amazing

Pick-a-Card

How to play: pick one of the photos below using your intuition. You can close your eyes and meditate for a bit or just take a few grounding breaths while thinking of the topic. Feeling drawn to more than one is fine! You might have messages in more than one pile

Pile 1 (x) Pile 2 (x) Pile 3 (x)

My pile numbers always go from left to right, then down to the text row (if applicable)

Pile 1

Cards: The High Priestess, Five of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, The Moon Rx, Five of Rods, Ace of Pentacles

You are so intuitive! You're either very in touch with your divine feminine or are working your way there right now. Something about you is severe in the most beautiful way. You can take things seriously when they need to and the way you command a room with just your presence is unmatched. Maybe you're also a tarot reader or involved in spirituality/divination in some way. Maybe you really like Pick-a-Cards.

Something beautiful about you is that you never give up on a fight, especially when you know the end is worth it. Your ambition is strong and you will fight for what you love and what you want. You are not weak-willed by any means.

This also makes you so unique! You work so hard and put so much labor into your love even if you know it will take a long time to come to fruition. The times that you feel discouraged by a lack of results are few and far between. If for some reason you do find yourself wistfully hoping for faster results or an easier path, you can easily remind yourself of why you started in the first place.

You might have moments where you think of yourself as sneaky or like you're hiding a part of yourself from others, like your true self would be too much for them. I'm here to tell you that your intensity is exactly what make you such a beautiful person! You thrive in competition and in adversity. It gives you a chance to show off your quick thinking and survival skills. Others look at you with envy of how you can make an opportunity out of seemingly nothing!

If you need help improving your self-love, Spirit says to stop comparing yourself to others! You are amazing and beautiful and unique all on your own! Throwing yourself into the fray to compete against others who are nothing like you will only fim your inner shine. And you really do shine! When I asked for a card about why you are beautiful, nearly half the damn deck flew out!

Sprit loves you and I love you so please take care of yourself and keep making those amazing opportunities to improve your physical surroundings. (I feel like you have a very clean room/home)

Pile 2

Cards: Nine of Rods, the World, King of Cups, Three of Rods, Ace of Rods, Two of Cups

Ahh the Loona pile!

Similar to Pile 1, but much more fiery! You are resilient! Taking time to collect yourself before pushing forward with a renewed sense of energy and purpose is such an amazing and useful trait. You maybe aren't as commanding of a presence but you have such an inner strength that no one can deny.

You got the World for the reason why you're beautiful! Maybe it's related to physically being very beautiful and possibly exotic-looking. You might have very specific features associated with a certain area of the world that stand out where you live. You also have such a wonderful understanding of the world and where it's currently at. Things can seem negative or like hope is lost but you still seek out the beauty and share it with others. You see opportunity where others do not and feel a sense of peace and connectedness with all of humanity. Wow!

Your uniqueness shines in your emotionality and compassion. You might be a natural born leader who makes sure to understand all under your rule. You lead with kindness and, most importantly, by example. You don't have any desire to use you position for ill-gotten gains. Power to you does not corrupt, it solely provides a tool for you to do good in the world and really make a difference in the lives of others, whether it's on a large or small scale. You are probably the kind of person who makes sure to give money to those who need it when you pass a begging mother and her children, or buying a homeless man a bottle of water on a hot day.

Your card for why you think you are not perfect actually came out quite positive. Maybe you don't have a very low self esteem, but I can see a few possible scenarios here. You might be constantly planning in your head, waiting and watching for the next move to take but never actually getting to the action part. Maybe you're planning for your future and have so much planned out that you're excited for, but haven't made the practical plans on how to actually get there. This could make you feel bad about yourself especially on days where you're reminded of others moving ahead in their lives while you're still planning. Visualisation is very important in manifesting your desired reality! If you are moving slower than others around you, remember that it is okay to not be where "everyone else" is. Life is not a race or a competition. Taking your time to get to where you need to be when you need to be there reminds me of the story of the tortoise and the hare. Quick does not necessarily mean better.

You can improve your self-love by creating! Using your creativity and passion to make something! Create art, whether it's physical/digital art, music, writing, inventing, anything that uses those creative muscles of yours. It doesn't have to be good! Just creating something will help burn up that excess energy you have that's trying to rush you somewhere. Self-expression this way can be a wonderful hobby even if you don't consider yourself as a creative person.

Your kindness really shines through. You care so deeply about the people around you and your spiritual team cares just as deeply about you. You are loved and watched over and protected by Spirit. Others around you also see your sparkle and appreciate and admire you, even if they don't show it. Know you are beautiful and amazing and bringing a light into this world that needs to be here.

Pile 3

Cards: Six of Rods, the Hierophant, Four of Rods, Six of Cups, Ten of Swords, the Hermit Rx

Damn, who are y'all!? You've got some mighty power and pull in this world. Maybe you're a public figure or have some kind of platform, like a social media with many followers. You could also be well-recognized within your field of study/work. Whoever you are, people see you and look up to you. They celebrate you and how amazing you are! Spirit loves this about you and you really shine in the spotlight. Your achievements deserve all this pomp and celebration!

You are naturally authoritative. People listen when you speak and take your words to heart. You might also be a religious person or someone who enjoys organization and the comfort of hierarchy. People will willingly follow you wherever you lead them because they trust you with all their hearts. "A merciful ruler" (lol) You hold your position with grace and dignity befitting a king or queen.

You are unique in ways the public recognizes, but we knew that already! You might be someone who likes to entertain and you throw the greatest parties and get-togethers. Maybe you've planned a wedding and everyone had such an amazing time! You know how to relax and have fun when the time for celebrating arrives. You can out down your guard and bit and let loose. Not many people with such responsibility can let go of the reigns like that, but you don't seem to hold on to control too tightly.

Your past might be a source of anxiety for you. Maybe you're worried that what you've done when you were younger will catch up to you and ruin what you've got going on now, but it's important to remember that the past is the past. It cannot be undone or wished away. Taking time to accept what happened and recognizing that you've moved on to bigger and better things is important here. Whatever happened, take time to heal your childhood wounds and forgive past actions.

Ending this cycle will bring much more self-love to your life. Old habits and patterns being out to rest is the way forward. It might be a painful ending and something you don't necessarily look forward to, but it is something that needs to happen to clear out old energy and welcome in everything new. You can't expect to move on if you're still repeating old actions or ways of thinking. It's time to set these things to rest and evolve. Leave behind what no longer serves you.

Your understanding of yourself knows no bounds. You've taken the time to inquisit yourself and learn all of the shadows that lie there. Self-reflection might be a favored pastime for you. Through this knowledge of yourself you are able to see truths that many struggle to see all their lives. Your light can cut through the fog if bullshit and see the true source of something. Use this knowledge of yourself to become the best version of yourself that you can be! I know you're already on your way there and it's amazing to see! Spirit is so proud of you and loves you so much!

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tbhchoi · 2 years

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festive competition

pairing: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff

synopsis: after moving to a new neighborhood, you don't know anyone. well, that is until the group of eight guys across the street start an impromptu christmas decorating contest with you

word count: 2.4k

warnings?: none!

12 days of fluffmas masterlist! 🎄

it's 2pm on a chilly saturday afternoon when you're hanging up your newly bought snowflake lights outside. it's your first holiday season in a newly bought home, and since christmas is your favorite holiday, you wanted to go all out. after getting the lights hung up around the home, you move onto the small trees in the yard. going with the stereotypical multicolored lights, common but still eye catching. as your wrapping the lights around the plant, you hear your neighbors from across the street come outside. each male holding different kinds of decorations, ranging from lights to medium sized statues of all the reindeer. you watch only for a few seconds as they begin to get everything out. being new on the block, you've never met the neighbors from across the street. it seems as though it's eight males that live together. i bet that's an exciting house to live in you sarcastically say to yourself, thinking how rambunctious they probably get but hey as long as they don't bother you, all is okay right?

"hey new neighbor!" one of the guys across the street yells at you, "we haven't met yet i don't think."

realizing they probably want to introduce themselves, you go closer to end of your yard as they do the same.

"we haven't yet, i'm y/n," you announce to all of them. they go through a line introducing themselves. after learning their names, the nine of you chat for a short while, talking about christmas and each other's decorations.

"i really should get back to hanging up my lights before it gets too much darker," you tell the group of guys.

"definitely, we should do the same, we have a lot to do still," one of the guys who you remember introducing himself as yeosang tells you.

"yeah, we've got to make sure we're the best on the block," another one says.

that catches your attention, "wait why?"

"oh you don't know? there's a sort of friendly competition between some of the houses for who can decorate the most or the best," san tells you.

"but no one ever beats us or really tries," wooyoung says.

"why do you have so much?"

"we're eight guys, we're very competitive no matter what it's about."

"fair enough, i'll leave you guys to it."

"it was nice meeting you," they all tell you.

"same to you guys," you shout as you're walking back to your house to continue hanging your lights. however, a thought does linger in your mind, you're known to be pretty competitive yourself.

as soon as you wake up the next morning, you're practically running out the door. making the decision last night that you were going to compete with the eight men across the street, unbeknownst to them.

stepping into the holiday themed store, you're greeted with the soft sound of christmas music, recognizing the current song as deck the halls. taking a look at all of the stocked aisles, you notice each carrying a different decorative item. knowing you're here to win, you grab a cart and head to the light section first. you're met with an array of different colored lights and displays. grabbing a few more sets of multi colored lights and a few of the warm tone lights. spotting a box of rope lights, you toss it into your cart, knowing they'd work well on the houses railings. at the end of the row you notice a set of candy cane pathway lights, already loving the vision of them going up your walkway.

looking in the cart and deciding you grabbed enough lights, you make your way to the check out. thankfully, the final amount for everything wasn't too bad, actually less than you anticipated. picking up your bags from the cashier while offering a thank you, you head home and start setting everything up.

the sun slowly begins going down, you now have limited time to decorate, you quickly start running around your yard and deck to set everything up. deciding not to plug anything in until it's all set up, due to wanting to see the final outcome of everything at the same time.

two hours pass and you're finally satisfied with how everything's set up.

"alright, it's time," you say to yourself, walking up to the first plug, which is connected to the extra lights for your bushes. then the next plug, the ones for the warm tone roof lights. slowly making your way around to all the loose plugs, watching as your house slowly becomes a lit up masterpiece.

"oh? do we have competition this year?" you hear someone ask from behind you. turning around, coming face to face with san, also noticing their now lit up home, being greeting with the brights hues of color and seeing the large festive inflatables, you realize how far behind your house is from theirs.

"if you can call it that," you reply, no bitter tone present in your voice, just knowing right now compared to them, there's an obvious winner.

"hey, this is more than anyone has ever tried," he says, "plus you're only one mind, we have eight minds, on most days at least."

laughing at him, you compliment him on their light display as he says the same about yours. sadly, you two aren't able to spend too much time chatting since the sun has finally set and the airs getting rather chilly, you both quickly part ways. as soon as you're stepping inside, you jot down a list of a few more things you want to pick up. of course you don't plan on emptying your bank account for this, but getting a few more items wouldn't hurt, plus you're having lots of fun with this, finally decorating when you never could growing up.

unfortunately, being an adult comes with having an adult job and adult responsibilities, leaving you no time during the week to stop at the store to get more decorations. however, you believe you notice a small friendship blossoming with with the group of men across the street. every morning you all catch each other leaving, always offering a good morning and a how are you, sometimes you even have time to have a short conversation with them. the same happening when you get home from work. they're usually out in their yard or coming home as well, there they usually tell you their dinner plans as you tell them about your work day. they're turning out to be nice guys, slowly changing your first opinion about them. granted they still seem like the type to get rambunctious, knowing you've caught them yelling and running around in their yard on multiple occasions.

by the time friday rolls around, your boss gratefully lets you leave a few hours early. as soon as you get in your car, you head right to the store from last weekend. upon entering, you make your way to the area that's displaying the large inflatables. looking at all they have to offer, going back and fourth on which you want. after about five minutes of debating, you pick two displays out, a cute 6ft rudolph and a 7ft illuminated candy cane that has presents at the bottom. before heading to the register, you grab two present boxes made out of red and green garland with lights for their bows, thinking they'd look pretty outside the front door.

pulling into your drive way, you notice your neighbors outside.

"hey neighbors," you shout over to them, pulling the boxes of christmas decorations out of your car. walking over to you, they greet you and ask about your day, per usual.

"picked up more items?" jongho asks.

"a few, i'm not going down without a fight," you joke, earning light laughs around the group, "i see you guys picked up a little more as well," signaling to their new tall tree sitting in their yard, completely made out of bright blue lights.

"wait a bit, it changes color," yunho tells you. after a minute or two, it changes to a vibrant green.

"need any help?" seonghwa questions, pointing to the boxes

"oh, no i'm fine, thank you though."

the guys clearly not listening as some take the boxes, seonghwa taking the one your holding.

"guys," you whine, watching them walk away.

"where would you like them?"

a lighthearted groan escapes you, "you can set them on the porch."

offering them a thank you and a 'you really didn't need to do that' as they set everything down.

"if you need any help with the inflatables, just come knock on the door," yeosang says.

"thanks a bunch," you tell them, genuinely.

after the short conversation, they make you aware that the 'competition' will be ending this sunday, and that they're no longer going to add to their house. meaning, after tonight, whoever wins, wins. that's okay with you though, even if you don't necessarily have a brighter or more decorated house, this has been a really nice experience for you, and you're happy to have met the guys across the street. secretly hoping your new friendship with them goes further than shimmering lights and 7ft holiday displays.

the next morning you're woken up by your doorbell ringing. going down and checking what it was, you open your front door to a group of eight guys holding what looks like a handmade batch of cookies.

"good morning!" they all say to you.

"uh, hi?" you question. it then dawning on you that you're in your pajamas, having a severe case of bed head. "please excuse my appearance," you tell them.

"don't worry, you look cute," san reassures you.

"we brought cookies," mingi says, cheerily.

"seonghwa and wooyoung baked them, any one else would've burned them," yeosang tells you, earning a giggle from you.

"thank you, they smell devine," you say, taking the container from them. instead of them leaving like you assumed they would, they all continue to stare at you.

"would you guys like to come in?" you ask unsure, "we can share these and i can make some coffee for everyone." your question earning cheers from all around.

leading them to the kitchen, they shower you with compliments about your house and the seasonal decor you've set up inside.

"i'll get the coffee ready," you tell them as they take seats wherever there's one empty.

after serving everyone cups of coffee, you grab yourself some cookies and sit down with the rest of the group. the conversation starts almost immediately and doesn't stop. no first time awkward silence, just constant talking happening. you learn what each of the guys do, all of them having day jobs except for jongho, who is currently going to university.

eventually the conversation switches to the topic of the christmas decorations and you can't stop yourself from asking a question you've been itching to get an answer for.

"why do you all decorate so much?" you ask, "since no one else competes, why go to such lengths?"

"christmas is our favorite time of year," yunho explains, "the lights make us feel comforted and it's always a good feeling seeing people walk by and watch as their face lights up."

that's a solid answer you think, you've also noticed people stopping by and looking up at your house as joyous expressions over take their faces.

"also, a lot of our parents didn't decorate much or at all growing up, sort of like making up for lost time," wooyoung adds.

"i'm the same way," you admit.

after your reply, the topic switches again. spending another hour or two just talking, you honestly can't believe how easy it is with them. it's as if you've known each other for years, not like you've just met last week, which is the case. it feels refreshing, it feels comfortable.

"it's getting late, we should go," hongjoong says, breaking up the conversation. making a few of the others check their phones.

"we didn't mean to take up so much of your time," another tells you.

"no, please, it was really nice talking to all of you," you say to all of them.

"talk tomorrow?" jongho asks.

giving him a confused look, "what?"

"tomorrows the last day."

"oh yeah! of course, sorry."

before they leave completely, you exchange numbers with all of them. as soon as the sound of your front door latching can be heard, your phones being flooded with messages. noticing that you've officially been added to their group chat.

the day passes by before you know it. spending the time not doing much besides watching your favorite tv show and then cooking dinner. throughout the day you kept checking the group chat and replying when you had something to say, cracking up a few times from their funny messages or even just from their lame puns, especially san and mingi, they're always trying to make a pun with anything, it's endearing to you.

walking to their house the next morning, you meet them in their yard.

"morning, y/n!" most of them greet.

"morning guys." you look around, furrowing your brows. you expected someone besides the nine of you to be around to judge the houses.

"isn't someone else supposed to be here?" you ask.

"i don't think so, were you expecting someone?" seonghwa replies.

"doesn't someone judge the houses?" your question earning snickers all around, making your confusion even worse.

"y/n," hongjoong begins, "this is our competition."

wait what

"it's not an official thing?" you ask, dumbfounded.

"i mean we've asked the neighborhood to participate, even sent around flyers, but most people in this community are a bit older and i guess don't want to be involved in what they would call 'childish games'," wooyoung answers.

"but hey, you had a good time right? plus you got to make eight new best friends," he adds.

his answers all make sense to you and you did have a good time, both of the houses look dashing. wait did he best friends? not being able to help the smile that creeps it's way onto your face.

"i did have a great time," you tell them, your new 'best friends'.

"we would like to offer a tie," yeosang cuts in.

"this never happens, but we know how hard you worked on your house," seonghwa says.

"i mean we've never had a chance for it to happen," mingi jokes, earning him an elbow from yeosang.

"i'd love that," you agree, chuckling, "but next year, ill be prepared to best you all."

"bring it on," wooyoung jokes.

"great," san says, changing the subject, "now, would you like to come over for some hot chocolate? seonghwa's making cinnamon rolls."

"i'd be ecstatic," you say, earning more cheers as all nine of you walk into their house, conversation already flowing.

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nyxicnymph · 2 years

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Nyx's Genshin Diary: Day Nine: game session: 02/20/2022 streamed: No.

Did I spend primos: ...Yes. Did I fight bosses: Yes. Did I do anything productive: Yes.

I logged in early in the day and did my commissions. I got ellis' commission for the second day in a row, which is nice. I like finishing off all four of them with something easy. When I'd finished with that, I poked through my characters and decided to ascend barbara.

So that took me to the oceanid. Which sucked for once. I hate the flying illusions. I actually had to ditch the fight once because those birds killed three out of four of the characters I was using and I didn't have a catalyst on my team at the time. I came back after a quick swap out and revival session and finally got the goods to ascend baby babs.

I ascended a few other characters too, most notably Sucrose, who I've been working on for a bit now. I also went back and looked at my amber build with a friend, and did some work on her.

Having done that, I decided to actually build four different teams. I built one team entirely out of catalyst users, mostly because they deal almost exclusively in elemental damage. I figure they'll be good at taking down loads of elemental based enemies, and they're actually pretty decent against hilichurls too. This team consists of Ningguang as the main, Sucrose, Barbara, and Lisa. I put barbara on this team because none of the other girls can shield, so they definitely need her healing ability, which uh. I've seriously been underestimating.

Team two is built with all my heavy hitters, and is my "main" team. (main is in quotes because uh, once I built teams, I started swapping between them like crazy. lol. what's a main.) This team has all my highest level characters, lowest level being beidou at level fifty and not yet ascended, highest being diluc at sixty but also unascended past that point. Traveler and Kaeya sit in the happy middle range. By far I most enjoy swapping between diluc and Beidou in battles. The overload reaction is just so, so good. traveler and Kaeya are also good for quick strikes in tight spaces, and I play around with traveler's different elemental alignments frequently. I usually run around as diluc, but in battle I'm swapping around pretty frequently.

Team three is a bunch of teens that somehow work pretty well together. This team took on a ruin guard at stormterror's lair and came out five minutes later with hardly any damage. Noelle didn't even need to heal anybody. The other three on this team are Chongyun as the heavy hitter, Xingqiu for precise attacks and the frozen support, and Xianling for heavy elemental attacks and quick, precise attacks. Noelle is the shield/healer, and my second big powerhouse attacker. these four are actually hella fun to run around with, and I love imagining how they'd interact with each other. Especially with Noelle being the only monstadt one, I wonder how the other three would react to her. Xingqiu and Xianling just feel like they might end up causing property damage if left alone together, and Chongyun and Noelle are the only people who might be able to keep them from doing so. Except it's really only Noelle, Chongyun gets roped into misadventures for a week straight as soon as Noelle has to return to monstadt. It's funny, I wanna write more about it BUT I'm getting derailed.

Team four is currently named Amber + support, but I'm about to change it to Archers+Support. I built this team around Amber, as I want to play more with the archery side but I am tired of her getting whackamoled as soon as any close range combat happens. Initially, this team was Noelle, Amber, Lisa, and Yanfei. Then, I realized I hadn't put Xinyan on any teams, so I swapped Lisa out for Xinyan, which gave me a good close quarters damage character and also three pyro characters in one place. I might switch Yanfei and Sucrose today, just for some variety. Anyway, I had Noelle on Amber's team as well, since I figured her shield could do some good. But remember that part at the top where I spent primos?

Yeah, I'm not exactly proud of it, but I am happy I did. I pulled ten on Yae's banner, because I honestly wanted different characters on all my teams, with no doubles. A horrible reason to pull, but I knew if I pulled on yae's banner I would most likely get a character, and since I didn't have any of the fourstars featured on this banner, I was okay with pulling solely for a fresh face. And I got Diona! Which I'm hella happy about. A second archer to play with, plus it doesn't feel as bad to swap Noelle out for her since she also has a shield. It's short lived but still useful, plus I had just done Diona's hang out quest and really enjoyed her character. Also she doesn't move around as much as amber does.

Moving on, I've officially unlocked all the teleporters in Monstadt, Liyue, and the Dragonspine. Inazuma is scary and I'm not ready to go back. Domains are also another story but other than that I can go almost anywhere now mwahahaha.

While traversing the dragonspine, I found an interesting little cranny with some frozen boars. I'd heard something from my sister about needing frozen boar's meat for a quest, so I went ahead and took my chance to get it done. Imagine my surprise when I accidentally found myself facing a giant boar king! I beat him after almost freezing poor diluc to death, and then getting diluc killed anyway by the boar stomping on him while he was stuck in a corner. Fun times. I told my sister where to get the meat for the quest and warned her of the boss fight, so now she knows and should be prepared. SInce I knew that the meat was a quest item, once I'd unlocked the last teleporter, I teleported to the adventurers camp at the base, and lo and behold, there was a mission over the chef's head.

Then came the carrots fiasco. I was looking high wide and windy just trying to find carrots. why are they so hard to find. Why. I finally found some after looking up some info on google. I rely on google a lot, but I'd rather not get frustrated by a lack of carrots if I don't have to be.

Anyway, when all was said and done, I did a lot of stuff yesterday, including a mini side quest about a dead adeptus' treasure. which lead to me fighting two ruin guards back to back. Fun times.

I also finally got all nine stars in the first floor of the spiral abyss.

thanks for reading if you got this far! That's all for today lol.

#nyx's genshin adventures #nyx talks about stuff #the castle's lady speaks #genshin impact

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pillow-anime-talk · 3 years

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greetings!! so uhm i just finished watching HXH and i cannot believe i have a crush on two idiots in a row so can i request for “Ging + 45” & “Hisoka + 50”? if not, i'm so sorry for bothering you ;_;

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; comedy; jealousy; drama; angst; suggestive?

includes: gender neutral reader ft. ging freecss & hisoka morow {hxh}

author’s note: hi and thank you! btw, cenario with hisoka reminds me one of one direction song – ‘perfect’, lmao.

— GING

45. A kiss full of jealousy for the other person. This kind of kiss to show everyone that you belong to each other.

“... Oh! Y/N-chan! You look really beautiful today! Where are you going?” You turned and your gaze met Pariston’s. The man smiled at you and then came closer, resting his hand on his own hip.

“Hi, Pariston. Thank you and vice versa. I’m going to Ging, I have a breakfast for him, because as usual he forgot about it... Recently, all the Zodiacs have so much on their heads... It must be hard for you.” You answered with concern in your voice, and the blond-haired shrugged.

“If our work can help sweet people like you, then it’s worth to doing it.” He assured, and you thanked him shyly. “Maybe I’ll escort you to Ging? We’ll talk for a while more.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You talked until you and he showed up in one of the many rooms where the dark-haired was resting his legs on the long table and probably sleeping soundly. So you turned to Hill, thanked him once again and he replied that you should come here more often, because you are great talking to and you’re getting sweeter every day. This sentence brought Ging to the ground, then made him stand up from his wooden chair and walk towards you two. You didn’t even notice him until you felt a touch on your wrist and a kiss on your lips, which surprised not only you, but also the standing hunter.

“Woah, woah. Okay, Ging. I understand.” Pariston laughed, then turned away so as not to disturb you, though mentally he really wanted to tease him even more. “Anyway, the offer is always up, so come back sometimes. See ya, Y/N-chan!” He added and then left the room, slamming the door.

However, after a few more seconds, you moved away from the man and looked at him with a frown.

“What?” He asked casually, and you slapped him lightly on the shoulder, laughing under your breath. “He was hitting on you.”

“You don’t have to act like this. You know you’re the one I come here for, you fool. And take your breakfast because you forgot about it again.” You gave him a bag with food prepared by you, and he smiled lazily in your direction.

“... I’ll continue to do so anyway.”

“Ging, you idiot. Stop destroying my reputation.”

— HISOKA

50. A breathtaking ‘goodbye’ kiss.

Hisoka loved to run away, and that was nothing new in your relationship. He appeared and then disappeared for several hours, days or even weeks without even giving a single sign that he was still alive and that he would come back to you sometime. You got used to it because after all you had been dating for four years and during that time you learned everything about each other.

That’s why you always kissed him as if it were a goodbye kiss; no matter if it was night and you just finished having sex, no matter if it was nine in the morning and you were going to the store for fresh bread, no matter if you watched a movie or the news and talked about what you would eat for dinner tomorrow. Your every kiss was long, warm, sometimes even hungry and always full of feelings.

Hisoka knew he wasn’t the perfect partner for you – after all, who leaves someone they love to go to a totally random place and challenge people to a fight, putting all of themselves at risk? Certainly no one normal. But has Hisoka ever told you that he’s a good and sane person? He was unique, but at the same time extremely irresponsible; you even liked that in him, no gonna lie.

However, on the other hand, you were never sure how long your next meeting would last and how long your next separation would last.

That was the reason why you were standing in the middle of the living room now, hugging him tightly with your eyes closed. You wanted to enjoy his presence, smell, voice and appearance because you knew perfectly well that in the next short moments or long days you might miss it.

As soon as you calmed down your thoughts a bit, you stood on your tiptoes and then reached over to his mouth to taste them one more time. They were hot as always, a little chapped and chewed, but definitely worth to touching and remembering for the future.

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Caroline Forbes x Seline (The Vampire Diaries)

"I feel like I shouldn't even have to say this," Bonnie sets down her coffee and stares at Caroline; a stern, slightly disbelieving and exasperated stare, "but don't sleep with the babysitter."

She says it with such conviction, too, as if it's a genuine concern. Like she's going to just waltz up to the new girl and suggest it!

Caroline rolls her eyes, laughing, and replies, maybe a bit too testily, "I'm not going to sleep with her! I just..." She takes a deep breath and tries again -- without the sheepish smile this time. "She's... I just think that..."

"She's hot and you want to have sex with her."

"That's--!" Her words actually register, alongside an image of Seline, the new babysitter, as of this morning and Caroline slumps with a defeated sigh, "--totally true."

Bonnie picks her cup back up to take a drink and totally not to disguise the smile that Caroline can see on her face, plain as day. Groaning, she drops her head onto her arms with a thump.

Bringing up the interview was a bad idea. Coffee with Bonnie had just seemed like a good opportunity to whine a bit about how infuriatingly perfect Seline was throughout the entire interview, because she can't say anything to Ric without him going all gooey-eyed and gushing even more about how great she seems. And he wouldn't even listen to her when she tried to point out that it was so obviously all just a ploy to try and seduce him, and get under his skin!

For what reason... she actually isn't sure. But it worked! Because now she's under Caroline's skin as well like the slightering little snake she is, if snakes were slender, and had impossibly smooth skin, and were able to work their venom into your veins without even touching you!

Another groan escapes Caroline but it comes out as more of a pathetic whimper if she's honest. She props her chin on her arms and pouts.

"Why couldn't she be really horrible so that we were forced to hire the old lady nanny?" she asks miserably. "Couldn't she be like every other stranger in our lives and turn out to be some bloodthirsty monster, or an ancient, evil witch with a murderous vendetta? Why did she have to be perfect and... sparkly?"

Bonnie's eyebrows raise, and she laughs, sets down her cup, and shakes her head at her like she's the saddest sight she's seen. And that's saying a lot; she dated Jeremy, for gods sake.

"All right, you need to pull yourself together," Bonnie tells her, leaning in across the table with a smile that's getting far too much entertainment out of this for the words coming out of her mouth. "Or else you're going to end up getting sparkly with this girl. I repeat: Do. Not. Sleep with. The nanny."

"Fine," Caroline says but she isn't convinced by her own agreement. She sits up straight, finally shaking herself out of this ridiculousness, and repeats, more clearly and calmly, "I'm not going to do anything with the nanny that would count as even slightly unprofessional. All conversations will be about the girls, or Ric, since she is clearly already trying to get her perfectly manicured claws into--"

She catches Bonnie's stare. Closing her mouth, she nods, getting the message.

"Yeah, I'll work on it."

Bonnie nods back. "You do that. But, uh... I'd suggest doing it fast, because based on your descriptions of this gorgeous demon of a babysitter, I'd say that she has just walked in and is -- oh, yep, she's coming over here. And she's smiling. And waving. And I'm still talking -- I'm gonna go!"

Caroline's eyes widen as Bonnie is already grabbing her stuff and getting out of her seat -- the only other seat at the table. She shakes her head frantically and tries to grab for her, not able to speak as Seline reaches them far too fast with those annoyingly gorgeous long legs.

"Hi!" Seline greets, and the moment for escape has passed.

"Hey!" Caroline says, with way too much enthusiasm and a smile that probably looks a bit crazy. Judging by the look both she and Bonnie give her, she's guessing it does.

"You must be the new nanny," Bonnie says to Seline. "I'm Bonnie."

Seline sticks out a hand and shakes Bonnie's with a bright smile. "It's nice to meet you! Are you leaving already...?" she asks, gesturing to Bonnie's stuck gathered rather hastily into her arms and her seat now left unoccupied.

"I have to get to Whitmore College. My class starts in a half hour, and they're not going to learn much if their professor isn't there," she explains with a laugh that Seline joins in on, to Caroline's great dismay, because as it turns out, even that sounds perfect. Soft and silky and like a god damn siren. As an afterthought, Bonnie adds, "Well, professor in training, I guess."

"Oh, did you intern with Alaric?" Seline asks.

Bonnie and Caroline share a subtly amused look at that, and Bonnie falters for a second, trying not to let her smile show too much.

"Uh, yeah -- in a way. I'm actually teaching Occult studies, so, having him around has certainly been... a big help. What with the... history side of things and all." Recognizing her own fumbling, she quickly says, "Anyway! I have to go. I'll see you later, Care. It was nice meeting you, Seline. You two have fun!"

Caroline shoots her a disbelieving glare, eyes wide as Bonnie just smirks and makes her escape out of the cafe. Fantastic. Now it's just her and--

She turns to find Seline already taking the seat across from her and asking, "Is it okay if I sit with you for a little while? If you're not busy, of course! I'd love to get to know you better, seeing as how you're trusting me with your kids."

"And their father," Caroline says tightly, then regrets it when it comes off as a jealous ex. Even the thought of someone assuming that makes her shudder. She was more just meaning because of his bad luck in the dating department, any new women in his life seems like a bad idea, especially now that Lizzie and Josie are in the picture.

Seline actually looks surprised by the comment. She blinks and sits up straighter. Then her expression shifts, and she's clearly trying to suppress a smile -- though, not very hard, as it twitches and tugs at the corners of her mouth as she momentarily ducks her head, nodding.

"Ah," she says, like everything makes perfect sense now. That's worrying. Caroline is really hoping she didn't go down the wrong route with this. "I get it now. I couldn't figure out why you seemed so... off with me during the interview. I was actually worried that I had done something wrong, or my resume wasn't enough."

"No." Caroline sinks in her seat with a sigh, guilt popping her with one sharp poke. "No, Seline, that's not--"

"It's okay!" Seline assures her. "I totally get it. I've watched the movies. Girl interviews for a job as a nanny, and nine times out of ten, they end up sleeping with the father. I absolutely get why you might've thought that's what I was trying to do."

Caroline shakes her head. "No, really, it's fine. It's my fault, I shouldn't have jumped to assumptions like that. You are... lovely. And perfect. For the job! For the kids -- Lizzie and Josie will adore you, I just know it. It was extremely rude of me to assume that you had any other intentions towards the job, or towards Ric."

"Well... thank you for saying that." Seline smiles at her, mouth stretching so far across her cheeks that it's kind of impossible for Caroline not to smile back. Then Seline is saying, "But I just want you to know that, I promise, I am not trying to go after Alaric, just so that you're totally reassured and don't have any concerns about that. I'm actually gay, so."

The bluntness throws Caroline. Bonnie returns in the form of a stern voice in the back of her head, giving her a good thwack for good measure as she repeats: Do not sleep with the babysitter. There is a line and it should not be crossed. But with this new information, as well as the smile that she is currently directing right at Caroline like a very obvious beam of sunshine, it's harder to see that line.

"Oh!" Caroline says then immediately kicks herself and scrambles to correct. "I mean -- that's great! For you. Obviously, it has no impact on me. Not that I'm not -- oh god, that came off incredibly wrong. I... am so sorry."

Seline's laughing that silky laugh again. Like music, floating into Caroline's skull and filling it with clouds, soaking up all of the worries and bad things. A sort of peaceful content is washing over like a gentle shower of rain.

"Don't be," Seline tells her. "It's fine. And cute."

Heat rises to the surface of Caroline's skin, and she flushes. She tries to laugh it off. "Uh... thank you. I try my best."

The joke has Seline laughing even more. Caroline can't help laughing, too, letting the embarrasment be washed away.

Then Seline says, "I was actually trying to impress you, not Alaric."

Maybe it's just the slight giddiness of it all lingering for a moment afterwards, but Seline gives her a lingering look before finally switching the subject, and she swears that it meant something. If that something is a toe over the line then... she'll just pretend she can't see it. Lines are easily moved.

#tvd #the vampire diaries #caroline forbes #seline #caroline x seline #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#OKAY LOOK #no one asked for this but I was playing one of the Choices games and it was about having an affair with the nanny #and I just immediately thought of caroline and seline #the kids are even twins in the game it's hilarious actually #but yeah so!!#tw food #for the top left picture

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Queen live at Colston Hall in Bristol, UK - November 18, 1975

The photos could be from either night.

This article from the November 29 issue of Sounds chronicles the second night in Bristol.

Queen triumphant

QUEEN ARE the type of group that make a man want to abandon rock writing. They pose questions and never provide answers. They exist in their own space-time continuum, visible and audible but keeping their secrets to themselves.

On the surface they couldn't be a nicer bunch of people, but they carry English reticence to an epitome. It isn't, as Geoff Barton said two weeks ago, that they're boring, it's just that they're reserved. Or in writer parlance, they don't automatically provide colourful copy. All my instincts as a writer tell me that there is a great story in that band, but after two nights with them I'm hardly any the wiser.

Skin tight

That their insularity has a lot to do with them being one of the most amazing heavy-metal and/or rock bands in Britain - with all the signs that they'll end up monsters on the order of Zep - is fairly obvious, but just how much bearing it has on the matter is hard to say. The enigmas they might pose mightn't even have answers.

Is there any logical reason why they present an image and persona straight out of the Beatles school of interlocking chemistry?

John is reserved, almost nonchalant on stage, as if it's all in a small, personal joke. When asked how he saw himself within the framework of the band he replied, with a small smile, "I'm the bassist".

Roger is his opposite, the cheeky sidekick in a Clint Eastwood movie, and attracting a lot of cheesecake attention in America and Japan.

Freddie is an original - one of the most dynamic singers to tread the boards in quite a few years. His attraction is obvious.

Brian is perhaps the biggest enigma of all. What is this seemingly frail, gaunt astronomer doing on that stage, striding purposefully and blasting diamond-hard rock? They're all equally strong personalities - like the Beatles there's no one major focal point. Ask four fans who their dream Queen is and you'll get four different answers.

Queen have been busy lads these past few months. Having disassociated themselves from their former management and joined with John Reid, the fourth album was seen to. Reid decided that a tight schedule wouldn't cause them undue harm, and figured on two months to record before embarking on this current tour.

Only Queen are driven to better each previous album - which at this stage of the game is obviously producing some excellent results - and 'A Night At The Opera' turned into a saga - culminating in 36-hour mixing sessions in an effort to allow at least a few days for rehearsal. In the end they managed three and a half days at Elstree with four hours off to videotape the promotional film for 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.

Their first few dates had not been without errors and the quartet were still not feeling totally comfortable their second night in Bristol, fourth night of the tour. You'd never know it, though.

Like all other aspects of the group, the stage is sophisticated. A black scrim provides a backdrop bounded by a proscenium of lights both front and rear. At each side the p.a. rises like a mutant marriage of Mammon and Robby the Robot. Amp power is readily evident but the most extraordinary is Brian May's subtle set up: nine Vox boxes stepping back in rows of three. The only packing crate visible is holding a tray of drinks, and you may rest assured that no roadie will rush, crawl or lurk across the stage while the show is in progress unless it's to rescue Freddie's mike from the clawing crowd.

As the auditorium darkens the sound of an orchestra tuning up is heard over the p.a. The conductor taps his baton on the music stand and a slightly effete voice welcomes the audience to A Night At The Opera. The Gilbert & Sullivan portion of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' follows, a brief glimpse of Freddie is allowed, and then in a blast of flares and white smoke the blitzkrieg begins.

Roger is barely visible behind his kit, just his eyes and tousled locks. John is wearing a white suit and playing the-man-who-must-stand-still-or-it-will-all-blow-away. Brian is slightly medieval in his green and white Zandra Rhodes top, while Freddie is...

Around his ankles his satin white pants flare like wings - fleet footed Hermes. Everything north of the knee is skin tight - tighter than skin tight - with a zip-up front open to AA rating. But further south, definitely in X territory, lurks a bulge not unlike the Sunday Telegraph.

There have been sex objects and sex bombs, superstar potency and the arrogant presentation of this all-important area, but never has a man's weaponry been so flagrantly showcased. Fred could jump up on the drum stand and shake his cute arse, leap about and perform all manner of amazing acrobatics, but there it was, this rope in repose, barely leashed tumescence, the Queen's sceptre. Oh to be that hot costume, writhing across the mighty Fred!

Phallic

Freddie is not pretty in the conventional sense of the word; like Mick Jagger of '64, he is his own convention. Also like the Jagger of the time, his stage persona and action is unlike anything else. Although it borrows - like most of the group's plagiarisms - slightly from Zeppelin, in tandem with Freddie's supreme assurance and belief in himself - he always refers to himself as a star - it explodes into something that is a constant delight to watch.

He reacts to his audience almost like an over-emotional actress - Gloria Swanson, say, or perhaps Holly Woodlawn playing Bette Davis. At the climax of the second night in Bristol he paused at the top of the drum stand, looked back over the crowd and with complete, heartfelt emotion placed his delicate fingers to lips and blew a kiss. Any person who can consume themselves so completely in such a clichéd showbiz contrivance deserves to be called a star.

Freddie's real talent, though, is with his mike stand. No Rod Stewart mike stand callisthenics here, just a shortee stick that doubles as a cock, machine gun, ambiguous phallic symbol, and for a fleeting moment an imaginary guitar. He has a neat trick of standing quite still in particularly frantic moments and holding the stand vertically from his crotch up, draw a fragile finger along its length, ever closer to the taunting eyes that survey his audience.

Their show contains lots of bombs and smoke, lots of lights, lots of noise. They fulfil the function of supremely good heavy metal - i.e. you don't get a second to think about what's going on. When they do let up for a few minutes, it's only so you can focus in on the bright blue electric charge crackling between your ears.

Bulldozer

Dominating the sound is Roger's drumming, a bulldozer echo that bounces like an elastic membrane, meshing with your solar plexus so that your body pulses in synch with the thunder. Tuned into that, everything else is just supremely nice icing.

For three days rehearsal, after eight months off the road Bristol was extremely impressive. In speculative mood I quizzed people on how long they thought it would take to headline Madison Square Garden. I was thought a radical at a year and a half. John Reid smilingly assured me it would take a year.

That Queen should end up with John Reid is an entirely logical proceeding. Everything about Queen demands that the world eventually kowtows at their feet in complete acquiescence - so big that bodyguards have to accompany them at every step. Well, no - they found that an annoyance in Japan, but, you know, huge.

Such status demands a Reid or a Peter Grant, and whatever the causes for their leaving Jack Nelson and Trident, an elegant group like Queen is going to look for a man with class. Reid found the idea of managing a group interesting, and having to deal with four strong personalities a challenge. He only concerns himself with their business and ensuring that the year ahead is mapped out. In January they begin a jaunt through the Orient, Australia and America, by which time it's March and they begin preparations for the next album.

Reid's prediction of a year was proven highly credible the next evening in Cardiff. The band had still not paused from the rush up to the tour and spent most of the day relaxing and sleeping - no doubt a factor in their near recumbent profile. Also, unlike most groups, they were keeping their dissatisfaction with the show to themselves.

They stopped off at Harlech TV on the way to see a cassette of the video for 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. The general consensus was quite good for four hours, with much laughter during the operetta. Brian finds film of the group educational - the first time he saw himself was a Mike Mansfield opus for 'Keep Yourself Alive' - "It was 'All right fellows, give it everything you've got but don't move off that spot.' It was terrible." You don't like Mansfield, eh? "Oh, I hate him - we all do... I was horrified when I saw it - I couldn't believe we looked that bad. I looked very static - seeing myself has taught me a lot about stage movement. Some of the things I do are planned for effect, but it's mostly just feeling the audience and communicating that back to them."

Arriving at the motel - several miles out of town - Freddie immediately fell asleep, John held court of a sort, joined later by Brian, while Roger went jogging, a daily event when touring. Tuning in to rock via Bill Haley and Tommy Steele, he became a drummer because he was better at it than guitar. All through school he was in bands; he only went to dental school out of "middle class conditioning, and it was a good way to stay in London without having to work". His mother thought it a bit strange when he opted for a career as a rock star, but she doesn't worry too much now.

The concert starts in much the same manner as the previous night, but there are signs that tonight is work, with posing an afterthought. The endings to most of their songs are magnificent and majestic, especially 'Flick Of The Wrist' and the rapid harmonies of 'Bad Boy Leroy Brown'.

Maniacal

The audience, seeing their faces in town for the first time, are vociferous in their appreciation. Guys know all the words to every song, yelling enthusiastically at every effect and solo. The band picks up, Freddie receiving the crowd beneficently, telling them they’re beautiful.

As the show builds it is obvious that things are gelling more. The previous night Brian had seemed totally out of place, not moving too much, taking solos with the weirdest half blank half possessed stare, talking to himself; cocking ear towards guitar. He was the proverbial stranger in a strange land, one step removed from the plane inhabited by you and me.

Tonight he moves fluidly, the gonzo lead guitarist of a gonzo band. His expressions are just as maniacal, but it only makes him look more demonic. His solo in 'Brighton Rock', an exposition in riffing and echo, is a treat because of his physical response to both music and audience, complete with ham acting. Freddie gets into the same game on 'The Prophet's Song', where he conducts an acapella madrigal with himself. It's a pretty commanding moment.

It’s soon after this that Madison Square seems reasonable. About a minute into 'Stone Cold Crazy' it becomes very obvious that Queen have suddenly Plugged In. Found the metal music machine and Connected. Freddie's movements explode in perfect unison with the music, the lights and surroundings go crazy, and the audience goes berserk.

Freddie asks for requests and receives a roar out of which one can vaguely make 'Liar'. Fred walks along the stage, nodding, agreeing he will do this one and that one while the kids roar on. "I'll tell you what - we'll do them all!"

'Doing Alright' opens slow and portentously. Queen's variation of light and shade is one of the major factors in their popularity, but even so the quiet sections frequently find the audience's mind wandering. One kid starts getting a joint together, totally forgetting it when everything blasts off again; guys talk among themselves, only to instantly leap to their feet, fists flying to the beat.

'Doing Alright' changes into a cha-cha beat, Freddie snapping his fingers, the coolest hipster in town, and then instantly drops into faster-than-light drive - the whole row next to me leaps to their feet as a man, rocking back and forth as Brian roars into a blinding solo.

Two songs later, in 'Seven Seas of Rye', the kids break - very fast - and in five seconds half the audience is a seething mass in front of the stage, climbing on each other in pyramids, sudden openings appearing as a splintering seat sends a few bodies to the floor.

The rest of the show is equally intense, especially for a couple of minutes during 'Liar; where Fred and Brian merge into a tight little triangle with Roger while John stands in front of the bass drum, staring out with his small smile.

Freddie has treated his encores - 'Big Spender' and 'Jailhouse Rock' - differently on successive nights, once appearing in a kimono and in Bristol with rather rude tight white shorts, giving the song title new emphasis. In Cardiff, though, he doesn't bother to change at all. Later it transpired that Brian had twisted his ankle during 'Liar'. While he’s attended to, kids out front pick up chair slivers to keep as mementos.

On the bus back to the hotel Brian sits quietly at the back, chatting with two girls. John sits at the front, as always. Freddie stares out of the window, lost in his own world. Roger bounces around, starts a pillow fight with Brian - which stops as soon as Brian scores a direct hit to the face - then discovers an eight track of 'Sheer Heart Attack', punching it through the channels as he conducts the group. The two hours towards which they have channelled the day's energies are spent.

Ambition

That Queen have become a top attraction through a fair degree of plagiarism is amusing. Stealing is nothing new in rock (or any art for that matter) and mostly Queen use the borrowed material better than the originals. That they would be big I don't think anybody really doubted. All four have immense desire to be successful, and that kind of ambition will keep them slogging until they achieve it.

But there are popular heavy metal bands and there are popular h-m bands. From watching Queen's audience it is apparent that Queen speak for them in a way that bands such as the Who and the Stones and the Beatles spoke (and continue to speak) to their audience. Uriah Heep may be great at what they do, but five years after their demise who'll remember them? Creedence Clearwater Revival demonstrate the same thing - who remembers them? And yet five years ago they were the largest band in the world.

Queen will probably always be remembered, because as their tour is beginning to demonstrate, they have the ability to actualise and encompass the outer limits of their sense of self-importance. Queen and their music, presentation, production - everything about them says that they are more important than any other band you've every heard, and who has there been, so far, who has objected? Certainly not the 150,000 people (plus 20,000 a day) who bought 'Bohemian Rhapsody' in the first 20 days of its release. Certainly not me.

See you at Madison Square Garden.

~ You can see the photos which was mentioned on the article, from the link on the title. ~

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

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mamichigo · 3 years

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Title: glass bottles

Pairing: Kokichi/Shuichi

Rating: G

Word count: 2,1k

Tags: Fantasy, Fairytale Elements, Phantom Thief Thief Kokichi (with a twist), First kiss

Summary: Shuichi has something of his stolen in the quiet of night, by a boy with mischief in his eyes.

Notes: Gift for participant #29 in the @kokichigiftexchange

Shuichi had seen them only briefly. One glimpse of a large smile with sharp teeth and purple eyes that seemed to glow. They were light on their feet, quiet as the night as they made it inside Shuichi's room on their tiptoes, like a particularly graceful ballerina. Shuichi didn't have a chance to speak up before the person raised a hand and blew glittering powder into his face. He had collapsed on the spot, but not before the mysterious person supported his swaying body by keeping a hand on his back and another to the back of his head.

The next morning, Shuichi woke up with glitter in his hair and on his fingers, along with a sense that something had gone wrong. Or, like something had gone missing.

He didn't realize the source of that impression until his friend, noticing Shuichi failed to react at all to upsetting events, joked that maybe his emotions had been snatched while he wasn't looking. Kaede had also been startled when he pinned her with an intense gaze and agreed with a terse nod.

"Is it really possible to steal someone's emotions?" Shuichi asked.

Kaede, never one to ignore even his silliest remarks when he was serious about it, put a hand to her chin. "It's not impossible around these parts. I might have heard something like that before, but it's more of a story to scare children than an existing fact."

"But we can't say for sure it doesn't exist?"

"That's right."

Satisfied, Shuichi relented and allowed the topic to change. As soon as he was done, Shuichi set out to research if there was any chance that he had been robbed of his emotions after all. After days of talking to more people than he was comfortable with, Shuichi found somewhat of a specialist (or so that was what he claimed to be). He had an oppressing, almost scary aura to him, but the man spoke of tails that made Shuichi go a little bit starry-eyed.

"Spirits are quite the trick loving bunch," Korekiyo explained over a cup of tea, "perhaps to compensate for what they didn't have the chance to do in life."

"So they're dead…?"

Though Shuichi couldn't see Korekiyo's mouth, he was sure he was smiling somewhat mockingly. "Yes, that would be the logical conclusion."

Shuichi hummed and looked down at his hands. Maybe he'd feel a little sad for this person, if they hadn't stolen his ability to do so.

"Is there any chance for me to find them?"

"Luckily for you, I have many reasons to believe you've encountered a spirit I'm already familiar with."

From the subsequent long monologue that he listened to, Shuichi extracted two important pieces of information: go north, find the closed orphanage that stands at the top of the hill; and, his little robber was apparently a boy who called himself a phantom thief. Or rather, the Phantom Thief, capitalized. Shuichi was doubtful that was his true name.

Nonetheless, Shuichi set out just as instructed. On the sunset of the next day, Shuichi had found himself facing the building that looked a bit like an abandoned church rather than an orphanage, if only because all the windows were stained glass colored vibrant red and pink, for the most part. Shuichi squinted at the building as he struggled to catch his breath.

Though Korekiyo had believed the opposite, Shuichi didn't feel safe, after all. Even a village kid as him knew the stories about people who encountered spirits and never came back afterwards, and knew even more of the ones who returned but not as themselves. Shuichi clutched the sleeves of his shirt.

While he pondered if he should go in or not, the doors slammed open on their own. A giggling voice could be heard, distant; a whistle of the wind. Shuichi tensed up, but shrugged to himself. That was as much of a friendly invitation as he would get, he decided.

The atmosphere inside the orphanage was strange, but perhaps only because he passed rows and more rows of open bedrooms, with beds as small as the ones he used to have in his room when he was nothing but a child. The place was covered in dust and debris, as well as wildlife, like it had been standing so long it was now splitting at the seams.

Though Shuichi was sure he had been wandering without aim, his feet took him to the only room that seemed lived in, to a sense. The dining hall had a table in the middle that went on for miles, and it was the first object Shuichi saw in here that was not dirty. It was also lined with candles in fancy candelabra, making the room just a bit too warm.

The room changed once he stepped properly into it. The bare, rotting walls were now covered in an intricate, elegant wallpaper; the table was surrounded by too tall chairs with plushy looking cushions; the table itself was now full of plates of all kinds of sweets that Shuichi had never seen before. At the center of it all, a carefully balanced tower of beautiful glass vials, adorned with flowers or stars or wings.

Finally, at the head of the table, swimming in his chair, sat a boy who watched him predatorily. Shuichi recognized his teeth first, bared in a childish smile. His face was framed by swirls of red paint, but the rest of his attire was perfectly pure white.

"Phantom Thief," Shuichi greeted.

"So you already know who I am," the Phantom Thief drawled his words, pleased with this outcome. "I'm so glad you went through the trouble of finding me!"

Guessing it was alright to do so, Shuichi sat on the opposite side of the table. The glass tower in the middle obstructed their vision, and they both inclined their heads at the same time to look at each other.

"Of course I did, you have something of mine," Shuichi said, straight to the point.

The Phantom Thief pouted. "We could've made a game out of it, you didn't need to say that right away." He heaved a forlorn sigh. "The rudeness of it all."

"Game?"

"Of course, I love games. Don't you?"

"Occasionally."

The Phantom Thief nodded twice, then dipped his finger into the nearest platter of food. He stuck his finger into his mouth, and promptly spat out whatever it was he just ate.

"Let's talk business, then," the Phantom announced magnanimously. "You're here for what I've stolen from you, is that right?"

"Yes."

"And what are you willing to do to have it back?"

Shuichi blinked. "I don't have to do anything since it's rightfully mine."

There was a stunned silence, followed by loud laughter. The Phantom Thief clutched his sides and his head dipped out of sight for several moments, but Shuichi could imagine the amused expression that was currently on his face.

"That's not how it works here, sorry." He didn't sound apologetic at all. "You have to try harder than that if you want your flask back."

Immediately, Shuichi's eyes were drawn to the glass standing between them. The Phantom Thief applauded him.

"That's right, that's where it is!"

The Phantom Thief stood up and turned to face his chair, then he put one foot up on it, followed by the other. He climbed onto the cushion, then the table with the nimble movements Shuichi just vaguely remembered from their first encounter.

"You see, this wasn't my first heist," the Phantom spoke while he kicked food, delicate china and expensive cutlery aside with the tip of his shoes. He walked to the middle of the table until he could reach for the vials shining in the candlelight. "Yours wasn't all that difficult to catch, either. But it's very special to me, so I can't give it back so easily."

The vial at the very top, placed in the spot of honor, was removed from the overall tower by the Phantom's hands, then held to his chest as if cradling a child.

"So, what is your proposition?"

Shuichi frowned as he watched the navy blue liquid inside slosh. He wondered what would happen if it fell, then broke. Shuichi clutched his hands to his knees.

"What could you possibly see in my sadness?" Shuichi inquired, and if he sounded miffed, well. He was. "Wouldn't it be more rewarding to steal someone's happiness?"

The Phantom contorted his face into a grimace. It made the paint on his cheek distort disturbingly.

"For the record, we don't steal anyone's happiness. That's against the rules." He tilted his head. "Right?"

The question wasn't directed at him. He saw nine heads, nine people all dressed similar to the Phantom Thief, nod in agreement then disappear before Shuichi could process that he wasn't hallucinating. He shuddered as he realized he was being watched by whoever those people were.

"I suppose that's fair," Shuichi conceded. He added, mildly, "But that doesn't explain why you did it, and why you won't return it to me."

The Phantom Thief rolled the flask in his hands and spun a circle himself as he went over the question.

"You wouldn't remember anyway," the Phantom decided.

"Enlighten me."

The Phantom was slightly taken aback by the response, a small stumble to his steps a proof of it.

"...Huh." The Phantom thought and thought, and finally said, "You felt sadness for me."

Shuichi furrowed his head. He was sure he wouldn't have forgotten about an encounter like that.

"When?"

"In a dream."

The Phantom decided to continue his track, this time towards Shuichi. There was more clatter as everything in his path was damaged beyond use. He came to stand above Shuichi, chin tilted up as he looked down on Shuichi.

"Or maybe I'm lying,?" The Phantom Thief challenged. "You'll have to find out yourself, all you have to do is remember. Now, I'll be taking this--"

Shuichi grabbed his ankle before the Phantom could turn on his heels. The Phantom tested the strength of his grip, but didn't try to break free.

"What do you want?" Shuichi asked.

"Oh?"

"We could strike a bargain."

The Phantom smiled in clear self-satisfaction, and from this angle it looked especially cat-like.

"Aren't you the courageous type," the Phantom complimented.

"It can't be anything too bad," Shuichi defied, but the words weren't convincing even to himself.

"You're so lucky I have just the thing in mind today, and it should cause you little to no pain, as long as you don't struggle too much." The Phantom Thief bent down, and suddenly he was crouching and leaning close to Shuichi. "How about it?"

"I'd like to hear what it is, first."

The Phantom Thief giggled. "Alright." He tilted the vial this and that way, showing it up to Shuichi. He inched himself a tad bit closer. "I'll give you your precious emotions, the one I've been treasuring… I'll give it to you, as long as you kiss me in return."

Shuichi couldn't help but gape. He was back to clutching his knees, for an entirely different reason.

"...Is that all?" Shuichi choked.

"You're blushing," The Phantom pointed out without mercy. He watched Shuichi as his face went through the full spectrum of the color red. "So, what will it be? Take it or leave it, I won't take any other bargains, and I won't wait forever. Tick tock, Shuichi."

Shuichi swallowed dryly, and, with his head blessedly blank, pushed himself up by the chair's armrest, and his head met the Phantom's halfway. Shuichi expected him to be cold, to be a corpse covered by a porcelain face, but the Phantom was warm and pliant above him. The Phantom's hands trembled and Shuichi had to grab for the vial before it fell. The sudden touch of skin on skin broke Shuichi's thread of reason, and his other hand found the Phantom's hair and stroked the back of his head.

The Phantom's lips tasted of nothing. Shuichi exhaled softly and found some echo of a distant memory, not his own. Shuichi pulled back, vial in hand.

"Was that enough?" Shuichi asked, voice hoarse.

The Phantom was unresponsive for a beat. Then, he leaped forward, kissed the corner of Shuichi's mouth and demanded, "Call me Kokichi."

"I can do that."

Without a moment's delay, Shuichi downed the contents of the glass vials. It went down like a block of ice. Shuichi watched Kokichi from the corner of his eyes, and the boy did the same.

"This won't be the last you'll see of me, you know," Kokichi commented.

"I'm not afraid."

Kokichi smiled, sharp teeth in his mouth and glitter at the corner of his eyes, with a mess of a hair that framed his innocent looking face.

"Good, I won't stop until I have your heart."

Shuichi chose not to reply. As he left Kokichi standing alone atop the table, too small among the too big furniture, Shuichi could finally feel the stab of sadness that came from the sight.

#kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #saiouma #oumasai #danganronpa #ndrv3 #my writing

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ckret2 · 4 years

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What got you into writing? What fandoms/ships have you written for? And because I'm also curious, what is the weirdest thing you have had to learn/research for a story - to the point of "Damn, that's weird. Even for me"? (Sorry about the multiple questions. I didn't want to clutter up your inbox)

Please clutter up my inbox, I’m perfectly happy with a cluttered inbox! :) And because I tend to write long answers, when I get multiple questions in one ask, it makes for a very very long post with a whole bunch of replies that have nothing to do with each other, so I tend to separate them into multiple posts anyway.

The first question has a relatively short answer though. I got into writing because I had insomnia as a three-year-old.

Every night, I got put to bed at bedtime—whenever it was, I don’t remember, except that it was too early. I couldn’t fall asleep. I just lay there in bed, for forever, staring into the dark and fidgeting from absolutely overwhelming boredom. There is nothing on this world more boring than lying in bed in the dark for hours straight unable to sleep, unable to get up to entertain yourself, unable to listen to music or watch TV or anything to pass the time.

At three years old I was gonna go insane. Being stuck in bed with insomnia and no permission to move around and mitigate the boredom is like being in a sensory deprivation tank with blankets. All you’ve got is what’s inside your head.

So I started making up stories, like watching movies, in my head to pass the time. Because, like, that was the only power available to me.

At the time, generally they were about Iago the parrot from Aladdin going on adventures, because Iago was my first favorite character. (I was deeply emotionally compromised by Return of Jafar.) As my interest filtered through other shows and later books it’d be about those characters.

Turns out “zone out and make stories inside of your head” is something you can do at any time and any place with no toys, no paper and pencil or crayon, no TV, no nothing. It requires zero tools! All you gotta do is not pay attention and do it! Perfect for:

- waiting rooms

- riding in the car on long trips

- riding in the car on short trips

- the toilet

- the bathtub

- swinging on the swings at recess

- running laps in gym

- and more!!!

so “zone out and make stories” became my default reaction to boredom.

As we can see, I was being plagued by an extremely annoying side-effect of ADHD (insomnia) as young as three years old. I didn’t get diagnosed and medicated until fifteen. I spent most of my childhood three seconds away from boredom so intense I could feel it buzzing under my skin. So before anything was done about my constant mental understimulation, I had a dozen years for “make stories all day every day” to get hardwired as my go-to idle action.

And it still is my go-to idle action. On an average work day by the time I get home I’ve come up with 2-3 variations on whatever plotline I’ve been recently playing with for my current hyperfixation.

I started telling stories at like, four, five years old? I didn’t start writing them until fifth grade. Until then writing was impossible because it was too much sustained concentration in a row. I vividly recall being nine years old trapped in a feverish near-delirious trance staring at my paper on my desk—honestly near delirious, my vision was literally swimming from boredom—because I had to re-copy a story I’d written in class in “legible handwriting,” because I was too bored to coordinate my hands long enough to physically write it—we’re talking a half hour to write one sentence—but I wasn’t permitted to leave and alleviate my boredom until I’d finished, and therefore, you see, I was in purgatory where I would remain for the rest of eternity powerless to do anything except stare at a half-blank piece of notebook paper trying and failing to put my pencil on it. THAT’S what writing was like for me.

But anyway! In fifth grade I had a history teacher who gave us essay questions on Friday about what we’d learned that week and exactly ONE hour to write an essay as fast as possible and I was like, oh no. But it turned out that it was 1) easy, and 2) fun. And after that I could write down stories! For the longest time I credited him with somehow “breaking the curse” that had blocked me from being able to write my stories. In retrospect I think what he did was train me on how to tap into the ability to hyperfocus, which, like, same thing.

I was wrong, that wasn’t a short answer. Anyway, long story short, I write because I had insomnia when I was three. Long story even shorter, I write because I have ADHD.

#about my writing #adhd #(i'll uhhh try to remember to answer the other questions in another post... soonish)#(or you can resend them either or. if u don't i'll copypaste them)#gothamopossum #ask

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euphoriacrossing · 4 years

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3 Star Island!

So I never dreamed I would get there this fast because I barely even tried, I just did the usual things, but in like one day I went from a one star island to a 3 star island and some of you know that that means that KK Slider is coming!

I can't believe I am almost finished with story mode. It seems like it went by so quickly and I am still so often in complete awe of this game it seems unreal I've almost "finished" it. But of course it's hardly OVER as I don't have a complete museum, a 5 star island, all the islanders I want, the exact look and style I want for my island, I'm not done upgrading my house, I believe there is a Nook's Cranny upgrade you can get as well as I think a museum one (I might be wrong on the museum but I thought maybe), my furniture catalog is far from complete. I mean, there are things to keep me busy for a long, long time. Just even dressing up differently everyday and/or running around goofing off with my sister or friends, there is plenty to keep the game fun for a while. And hopefully there will be updates that add more. Considering all the things that they left out, there is plenty more they could add back in with an update someday that would make a lot of people happy (say... diving for instance? I'm shocked that in an island getaway themed game they left out diving. Or even minigames, I am so heartbroken they didn't include minigames because my sister and I had so much fun playing those in New Leaf.) and until they do, I'll be forever waiting for the game to be "complete". So my Animal Crossing adventures are far from over.

Still there is a bit of melancholy that comes with finishing the main storyline of a game, even when there is lots left to do. And games like Animal Crossing play into that. Like really, KK slider concert as the credits roll? That is nostalgic for so many reasons, and makes your heart just break that the experience is "over". Ugh I almost want to skip that part all together to go back to just having fun.

Anyway, island update. Wart Jr. has moved in and everytime I see him I want to die. I'm not a person who usually minds the ugly characters so much, but he is like a different level gross considering his name is gross and he doesn't look too great. Maybe if he was a different color, or something and definitely he'd gain like half his points back if they just named him Kevin or something. But instead he's the worst. 100% my least fave character and he moved in automatically before I even knew how these things worked. Ugh. It's the kind of stuff that makes you wish you'd used some kind of guide. Games shouldn't make you feel BAD for /not/ using some kind of guide to avoid issues with gameplay. It should be challenging but rewarding, imo, not just punishing.

But alas, Marina is moving in tomorrow, so I can't be too mad. Actually yes, I can but I'd rather be excited. So I am. Very much so. She's probably one of my favorite characters from recently. I have older favorites but she grew on me in Pocket Camp when i was playing to tide new over until New Horizons and that's when I decided I wanted her here. So here she shall be, tomorrow, tomorrow, you're always a day away!

Roald moved in sometime too. He was just someone I moved in fast to avoid anymore Wart Jr type mistakes on the game's part again. I don't dislike Roald, but I'm not sure I'd ask him to stay if he were leaving.

Supposedly the rumor is you can move other characters out with amiibos, like once you are full the character will strike a deal with one of your residents to live there. So I am trying to move Coco IN next, and move Wart Jr. OUT. I originally wanted Tammy out but she can wait... she isn't as "gross me out" as Wart Jr. is.

And then as for island decoration, I really think I'm ready to have the path tool which I think I get tomorrow? As well as the terraforming tool? Not totally sure, but I would think so. I will then be able to start on finishing up my outdoor bath area, and starting really shaping my boardwalk by the beach area, as well as just giving the island more shape, paths and stuff the whole nine yards. I'm excited to see if I can turn what I've got into a 5 star island with time. I really hope so. I know my friends have the making of a 5 star island. I feel like my sister might even have a better start than I do. But I'm just gonna work hard, have fun, and remember it's just a game.

Oh also I have been having a lot of fun helping my sister out. She doesn't do as well saving money in these games (which is crazy to me because in real life she scarcely ever spends a penny) so I paid off the loan she was on tonight so she could expand her house, and I still have half a mil in the bank. Though I owe more than that right now myself, I just like to get it all collected before I pay. Anyway, though, I am happy to be my sister's in game benefactor as she's my real life one. I mean, while she rarely spends money, she bought us these games and some amiibo cards too, so yeah, the LEAST I owe her is a few bells.

She pays back the favor by doing things for me though too. Like she bought me the red lighthouse with nookmiles which she also struggles to make, because I wanted red and I only had the blue one. And she helps me collect materials like when I needed giant clam shells, or if I run out of stone she's there. She just does... sisterly things, and I do them back and it ends up being a really nice way to bond.

Gosh, it's a clear perfect night and I haven't seen one shooting star yet. What gives? If you have a certain amount of material saved do you not get any more chances to wish on a star until you use it? Haven't seen a falling star in a few days here. =/

And oh, I found some of the best boots and such at my sister's Able Sisters. Actually she always has better clothes than me there, but at least she let's me visit so I can get twice as much cool stuff to make outfits. I'm like... running out of storage space as I only have 400 now. Ugh. But the clothes! I love them. And my current outfit is totally rockin'.

(I had to go in Resideny Services because it was the closest place with light. And YES, I wear my sunglasses at night. It's called accessorizing. Lol jk.)

Anyway, I'm gonna see if I can find and/or make a tarauntula island and make me some bells. Full disclosure, the ingame tarauntulas scare me in real life, but I gotta make that money some way, some how, ya know? So I do it the badass way. 😎 lol, no not really that badass if you saw me die three times in a row trying to get on tarauntula. But still...

#personal #text post #Euphoria #Animal Crossing #New Horizons #ACNH

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