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not-a-space-alien · 22 days

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K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 12

Part twelve of the fourth crossover with @whumpsday!

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Warnings: Aftermath of torture

In this chapter:

Valen checks what time it is when they wake up. Close to morning, and sunrise. He slips back into bed and plants light kisses up Jim's neck. "Good morning, sleepy peepy."

Jim jolts almost violently at the feeling of a mouth on his neck, then relaxes when he realizes it's just Valen.

"Shit. Sorry." He's been able to enjoy neck kisses from Valen for the last couple years without issue, but he's been extra jumpy lately with Kane's return. He kisses Valen on the cheek. "Just got a little startled." He's definitely not a sleepy peepy anymore.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." He runs his fingers through Jim's hair. "How's your hangover?"

"Bleh. I've had worse, though." He snuggles against Valen. "You're going tonight?"

"Yes, I missed my window to go last night, but we should be fine to wait. What about you, are you still going to the shops?"

"Yeah, I am." Jim's stomach turns at the thought of being left alone with Kane again, even with their positions reversed. His fingers brush over the side of Valen's neck. "Just, just make sure you come back okay. Like always."

"I will. I'll go straight there and come right back." He stretches and yawns. "Kane is locked in the basement if you'd like to check in on him. Want me to start breakfast for you?" Valen occasionally tries to cook human food, and he enjoys doing it, and it inevitably comes out tasting very weird each time. He's not as bad at cooking as he is at driving, but it's close.

Jim likes Valen's weird cooking even when it sucks. It's the thought that counts. He's sometimes better than Liz, though that's not saying much. And besides, interacting with Kane without Valen always there is something he'll have to get used to if they're living together again.

"Yeah, thanks, that'd be great. Surprise me." Jim gives Valen a kiss before getting out of bed to let Kane up.

Valen goes to the kitchen and starts making an omelet. He cracks a few eggs into the pan, but then can't quite remember what all goes in an omelet. Try as he might, no matter how many times he watches Jim cook, he just can't remember which ingredients go together. Cooking seems to require an innate sense of human taste that he just does not have. He would have thought that just through sheer rote memorization he would have been able to do it, and yet...

He puts in a bell pepper (stem and seeds and all), some cheese, and some bacon in with the eggs. He's fairly certain about those ones, as well as garlic and black pepper, which seem to go on everything. He then gets some bread, before remembering the bread just gets heated up and served on the side of eggs, not in them. He pops two slices in the microwave. What else? Pickles and condiments go on sandwiches sometimes, so he throws the pickles in the pan, folds the omelet closed, and then squirts ketchup and mustard on top before putting it on a plate. He then takes the bread out of the microwave, which is at this point slightly soggy and limp and steaming, and puts it next to the eggs. There, it has protein, carbohydrates, fiber. That seems like a good mix. He puts an orange on the plate as well, then sets it on the kitchen table. "All right, Jim, you can come eat when you're ready!"

Jim comes up with Kane shuffling behind. Kane's starting to get a little less scared: while he's still having trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that Jim wouldn't want revenge, he hasn't been hurt so far, and Valen seems willing to protect him. Kane also looks a lot better, hardly a sign of injury left on him. He smiles at Valen when he sees him, sitting at the kitchen table. "Good morning."

Jim sits too, examining the omelet. He takes a bite. It's interesting, weird but not that bad. "Thanks, I love it."

Valen beams, clapping his hands. "Wonderful, I'm so glad. Kane, you look well this morning. Have you ever cooked human food before? It's one of the trickier things I've done. I would have thought my background in the sciences would aid me, but it appears relatively useless."

"Oh god." Jim comments. He does not think Kane would do very well at it.

"I haven't. You made that? And it's good?" Kane asks. He would like to feed Jim. It feels... appropriate. "Can I learn?"

"Well, I can't speak for Jim, but I can show you how I do it. Which is probably not exactly correct, but appears close enough." His eyes flick over to Jim as the human bites into a piece of omelet that has bell pepper stem in it. "It's probably about as passable as human food as the blood I make is as passable as blood." He smirks. "Given the right equipment, I can manufacture substandard yet sufficient meals for either a human or vampire. I should be featured on some sort of cooking program!"

Jim laughs through his mouthful. "That would be amazing. You're so right." He spits the stem out like an olive pit. "Kane, you could use a cookbook before you start experimenting, if you really wanna learn. Prolly best to get the basics down first." Jim finishes his omelet and orange happily, and his bread with a little less enthusiasm.

"Alright. Kane, I'm gonna grab you some clothes, a toothbrush, basic stuff. Anything specific you need?" Jim asks.

"No, that's, that's great. Thank you."

"Okay, later." Jim gives Valen a kiss on the cheek before heading out. Before Jim leaves, Valen pulls him aside and politely tells him that although Kane loathes to ask for anything out of fear, Valen has noticed that he seems to prefer long-sleeves and long pants, to cover his skin up.

Once they’re finally alone, Kane tentatively asks, "You're really... together? With a human?"

Valen smiles at the question, blushing. "Yes, I am. Most vampires already consider me a sexual deviant, so I figure, might as well go all in."

"Huh." The concept is still a little odd to Kane, though not as odd as he supposes it should seem. "I suppose there's a little hope for us all, then. If a vampire and a human can fall in love."

Valen smiles so, so wide. That's such a romantic notion, and Valen didn't even have to say it himself and then be embarrassed about it. "I suppose so. Have you ever fallen in love?"

"No, I'm not the romantic type." It's better this way. No one would ever possibly like him back, he'd only experience heartbreak if he were to fall in love with someone. "What's it like?"

Valen's eyes go distant, his expression warm, his mind fuzzy and elsewhere. "It feels warm. It's difficult to describe without resorting to meaningless fluffy metaphors, but it feels like someone is finally on your side. Like you've discovered something rare and precious and all you can think about is how to keep it safe for as long as you can, and how lucky you are that the stars aligned in such a way that you get to enjoy a little corner of life that you've made for a while, in the huge vastness of the cosmos. It's on your mind all the time, like a worry, but it makes you feel better instead of worse."

"It sounds beautiful. I'm glad you've found that with him. As long as you can." Kane says softly. Valen has to be aware of humans' short lifespans. He's probably thought about it a lot. There is no spending your life together with a human. He's a ticking time bomb to heartbreak. Jim has to be, what, a third of the way through his life? More? He can't help but pity Valen.

Valen nods. "Yes, for however long it lasts. I'm quite reminded of how heartbroken I was when my first cat died. It will surely be painful in the end, but that doesn't make the happiness and love we share while we have it worth less. I'm sure love is not so rare that Jim is the only person I can experience it with, nor me with him.'

"Yes, I'm sure." Kane decides to change the bleak subject, picking absentmindedly at the padding on his cuffs. "You're going to vampire territory tonight?" He's glad there will be more blood available, but nervous to be away from Valen's protection.

"Yes, I'm planning on going straight there and back. I'm going to advise Jim to simply keep you in the basement unbothered until I return, as I think that will be safest for all of us."

"Yes, that, that sounds good." Kane can't fuck up if he's just left alone. In his wonderful blanket nest in the nice, sunless basement. His new favorite place on earth.

Valen can just go home, back to vampire territory, anytime he wants. It's strange to be captive in the presence of a free vampire.

Jim comes home with a week's worth of clothes, all long sleeves and pants that Kane can use to cover himself, and a few other basic items. Kane is overwhelmed by the gift, clutching the bag to his chest.

It's so nice here. If Kane could live like this forever, he could be happy, captive or not. He's fed and unhurt. That's all he needs.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I know it's still... undecided, what the two of you would like to do with me. Um, I would do anything to stay here. Anything. Please."

Valen looks unsurely to Jim. "Well," he says hesitantly. "I don't think Jim has plans to send you away or anything. We're not going to let you go, on account of the risk, no matter how small....and we're certainly not going to give you back to those dreadful hunters. I'd count myself lucky if none of us ever saw them again."

Kane is immensely relieved by Valen's words. He looks to Jim for confirmation.

"Yeah. You're staying. And no matter what, never going back there."

Kane puts his face in his hands. "Thank you. I don't know how I could ever repay you."

"Just keep bein' nice is all." Jim says.

"What they did to you was wrong," Valen says firmly. "To be clear. It would have been wrong no matter who you were. Under no circumstances would it be right to leave you there, knowing what they were doing to you. Even if you weren't 'nice.' It's nice of you to want to 'repay' us, but it's just basic decency. Same as how I had to save Jim, when he was out alone and vulnerable."

"Exactly. Even if you started being a shithead again, we wouldn't send you back there." Jim agrees.

Kane doesn't really get it. He did deserve it, didn't he? They're just kind enough to save him anyway.

"Yes. Decency." he agrees. Maybe he'll understand one day.

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hopetorun · 2 months

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rambling and navel-gazing about dating stuff under the cut

i went on two dates this month (with the same guy but nonetheless) which means that the track record from my single attempt at going to a speed dating event now currently matches the track record of all my many many attempts of using dating apps (also two dates with the same guy). (i'm not going to surpass it because i'm not going to see the guy again but that's kind of neither here nor there for this.)

anyway everything about Dating and meeting people with the specific intention of Finding Someone to Date is just so weird to me. some of this is obviously lack of familiarity and i have to assume i'll get better, especially the stuff that's like -- figuring out how much i like someone and how i like them and if the feelings i have could be romantic and identifying the traits that give me that oh i could have a crush on you feeling, especially as someone who tends to be more attracted to people i know already. i'm so out of practice at even thinking about my relationships in a romantic way! i've had two major crushes in the last decade!

distinctly related to the previous point, i'm not just doing explicitly dating/singles type stuff, i'm kind of broadly trying to expand my social circle. which rn mostly consists of me trying to find activities to do where i might meet people or make friends. (random classes, volunteering stuff, that kind of thing.) but having this ultimate goal of meeting men to go on dates with to maybe have a relationship with etc blah blah etc even casts that in a weird light. i have spent so much time already scrolling through meetup and eventbrite like okay well this is a thing but is this a thing where i will meet Men?

idk! idk where this is going! it's so weird and i'm so out of practice and there are things i never even considered that i would need to practice! i'm trying to mitigate the success/failure issues by only setting actual goals (i have a goal focused planner i use) that are things entirely within my control to achieve. yk, "i will go to this many things" rather than "i will go on this many dates" but even breaking it down i know the big picture so it's all like ... doing these things towards a specific end but i don't actually have total control over whether that thing happens.

anyway! i'm going to a burrata-making class tomorrow. i hope it's fun! at least i will get to take some cheese home! the worst thing about making an effort to not be single is that it means thinking so much about how i'm single! bleh!

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faunabel · 1 month

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bleh. vent. sorry.

man...... i don't usually compare myself to others but being around ppl who love historical hetalia and talk abt their in depth thoughts makes me feel so Inferior

like i'm just too stupid and silly and dumb to come up with anything like that and stick to simpler stuff

i know this stems entirely from being around Toxic historical hetalia fans in the past who'd shit on canon nonstop and made me rly hate myself for... u know. following canon.

i like to follow canon and try to combine it with history to make sense but i just ugh. i feel dumb. i feel incompetent and stop myself from even doing it to try and preemptively avoid being attacked

the fandom is smaller now which makes me even more anxious? because there r less people so i'm more likely to be found by Mean People and there r also less people who Get Me to try and find

anyway sorry i just needed to vent. i wish i was more comfortable in myself but i feel like i'm always using all my energy to not be targeted that i forget how to even exist. sometimes i really do. people ask me things and my brain goes blank. all i can think about is what do they want? what do they expect from me? how can i be what they want from me? i completely lose access to who i am and what i want because i don't feel safe wanting or needing or being a person. i just need to be a doll who submits to them so i don't get hurt.

i want to be one of those people who just shares their thoughts no matter how self indulgent but i feel so embarrassed. eugh. even with non-self indulgent things. liking things is embarrassing. exposing my thoughts is too vulnerable.

i'm slowly exposing myself to try and get more comfortable but i wish! i could just be comfortable now!!!!!! and not expend so much of my limited energy just sharing my thoughts. trauma processing takes too long.

ugh. oh the need to belong but the fear of being seen. people have just been so mean to me and i'm struggling to accept that it was in the past. not currently happening. but i don't want it to happen again :/ and on tumblr, unlike other social media, it's so easy to find old posts, so it just makes me uncomfortable that my posts won't Die In The Void u know? blahblah how my thought process works word vomit self contradiction as i figure out my words and so on

i just. hate being such an outlier in things. i wish i could be normal and like normal things and have friends who like the things i like. but i'm weird and nobody gets it and i'm sad. i hate being alone. i don't wanna be alone. i hope someday i can meet people who like the same things i like or are open to the idea. my silly fantasy is to live in a world where i'm just. normal. i actually see myself in others. and people are like me. i'm like them. no more floating aimlessly like a bird who fell from its nest.

i am holding out on hope but rn i wanna cry so i'm gonna go do that

gonna manifest away this avpd i swear........ it's ruining me. u ruined my child and teen years. i beg u. let me try to find happiness now. time goes on and i lose time and it scares me.

#( 💭 faun thinks )#vent #delete later #maybe

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canongf · 5 months

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Liv, my brain is dumb af rn. Mild TW for body image issues(????), feel free to ignore /gen

Would my boys not like me anymore if I am able to get a med that will help me lose weight? Like I know that's dumb to think, but these thoughts are gnawing at my brain -,^,- like part of my "brand" will be gone and whoops I've lost my cuteness to them or something? Bleh I feel WEIRD ;;

elysia!!!

your real brand is being you!!! thoughtful and creative and funny, radiant you, and you will still be you no matter what size your body is!!! your boys love your body now, and they will love it if it changes because it’ll still be yours. it’ll still allow you to do all the things you need to do and want to do and all the things that make you happy. and you might think you’ll “lose cuteness” but actually! you’ll just be gaining another kind of cuteness!!!

body changes can be a lot for your brain to process, so it's okay to feel weird!!! it's normal!!! give yourself some patience!!! and remember that no matter what your body looks like, the most important thing to your boys is that you feel comfortable and safe in it!!! 🖤

#body changes can be weird!!!#it can be weird when a body you're used to becomes kind of a different body #and it's totally ok to feel weird abt it #but u never have to doubt their love for u!!!#they're with u every step of the way i PROMISE!!!#'liv how can you know that' because i asked them and that's what they said #i don't make the rules sorry!!!#ask liv #changeling-selfship #advice #elysia tag

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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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little rant post i guess but bleh! tw: grief

grief is actually so so strange and at times leaves me feeling so overwhelmed with everything i am feeling that i go numb? tomorrow is mother’s day in mexico and my family and i have always celebrated mother’s day on may 10th and every year since i was 15 i would send a flower arrangement to my grandma who lives in mexico, and for the past like 2 weeks i kept feeling like i was forgetting to do something but i couldn’t place what it was and i got an email saying the flowers i ordered for my mom we’re gonna be delivered tmrw and i panicked because i remembered that i didn’t order any for my grandma and then literally the next second it hit me that she’s not here anymore and it’s just so fucking weird, i was normally always going to mexico around this time too, because we have like a carnival during this time, but i normally always flew out like the 12th and i would always see the flowers on the table i had sent her for mother’s day. and then i just started thinking about how the last time i gave her flowers, i had to leave them on her grave.

it was so unexpected and it’s been over 3 months now and i feel so guilty that i forget, like i’ll think about calling her and then remember that i literally can’t. and just thinking about going back to mexico right now is so traumatizing to me, like i can’t imagine walking into my dads house over there and she’s just not there?? idk i’ve been so okay like the past 3 weeks and it just fucking hit me sooo so hard rn and idk where else to vent like this but fuck! i’m so emotional i actually can’t deal rn LMAOOO

#anissa’s rambles ୨୧ #tw grieving #tw grief

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cwarscars · 1 year

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(( i'm really sorry if i've been boring to talk to or a little unresponsive ; i just feel so out of sorts. i've got a tonne of uni work to do cause i'm in my final semester & the grief / family side of things has really been hitting me now. my brain feels like it's in a million places; whenever i sit down to write, i don't write anything. whenever i sit down to do uni work, i end up fucking around with other things.

in terms of conversation, i feel super unapproachable / boring to people at the moment and it's making me feel self conscious in every respect. i see people having fun together and people seem happy and then i'm just sat here alone with a raincloud on my head, like, bleh. i get not wanting to talk to me because of the grief thing but idk, it's just making me not wanna be around online.

my boss was hounding me for work three days after my dad's death & there are people i thought were friends who have either totally ignored me or have been just /weird/ with me about everything. people have talked to me and approached me like i should be entirely fine. and while i want things to be normal and for people to not feel weird around me ( nor do i want to 'trauma-dump' on people ), pretending that i'm just totally okay is a total lie

i guess what i'm trying to say is that i feel self-concious in my writing, myself & like...just everything right now. my brain feels swamped and i feel a little lost. i know this self-doubt / depression is caused by everything going on but, like, it feels as though people don't wanna be around me rn.

idk - the queue is posting so it doesn't matter if i'm around or not, but yeah - i just wanted to say sorry if i'm being a drip on anyone's mood or if people don't wanna chat to me or whatever because i seem off. i am off. i just feel kind of shit ))

#(ooc)#(tbd)#tw; negative

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vide0n4sty · 5 months

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been thinking this a lot and i'm gonna say it and i'm trusting you lot to understand it even if it's weirdly worded or bleh or whatever

i've been finding myself relating a lot more to trans women than cis women or even other transmascs lately, and idk, maybe it's just the fact that a lot of the trans women i know are also autistic in the same way i am, and the "normative" cis girlhood i was brought up around is just so removed to being a Problematic Autistic Girl who bit people and made teachers cry and had to be in different classes because they thought i was mentally disabled, but that's just kind of how i'm living rn.

not masking over the last few months due to unemployment (yay not working, boo bad mental health), and my bf kind of encouraging me to not mask as often around him (and therefore suffering through my gross horror binge and weird sex talk, thx babe💚) has made me feel that much more removed from cis femininity, and i'm kind of living for it.

queer identity is so fucking fluid, and like yeah i'm a girl and yeah i'm a boy, and yeah i'm a faggot and yeah i'm a "bi wife" and those are things i've always been and. yeah.

idk. love to my trans girl moots. i hope i find more weird girls/boygirls to talk to because i'm gonna be employed real soon, and if i have to pretend to be a normal cis girl again i might explode.

#is this g-d telling me to transition? perhaps.

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dingbatnix · 2 years

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(the website is so weird, omg) anyway, this just gave me a whole slew of ideas, so lemme just... casually slide them here...

(also no, I don't have Twitter haha....•~• ugh, Twitter)

Dream curls his tongue around George, sometimes whacks him against his teeth; he's made out of ice, so he won't get hurt, not really.

It doesn't really…hurt George, when Dream chews on him. It's just…odd, to feel bits and pieces of his body cracking and breaking away.

George loves shoving a freezing hand in Dream's ear or nose, or just against his skin to make him jump and shiver.

Dream loves licking George in retaliation, because 1) he's cold and it feels nice, and 2) George's reactions are hilarious. He'd be all like; "Dream! What the hell?! You're going to make my face melt!" Or something along those lines.

It is the most annoying thing whenever George shatters, cause then he has to wait till he’s all melted to reform, or wait for Dream to scoop all of his broken bits together in a pile.

If Dream crunches George, it could go two ways (or several more):

Goggy could just be straight up dead, like shoot, he's a fragile iceman and Dream just killed him (but that's sadder and I'm not really feeling like angst rn).

George could just regenerate whatever bits of himself that got broken off or melted, like Deadpool.

He might use water to regenerate lost pieces.

Or, his consciousness just transfers to the nearest clean body of water, so if Dream eats George he just rematerializes as a puddle.

He can control the puddle.

If he melts, he's also just a puddle of water.

He can make the water into his body as well

If he goes to a bigger puddle, say,,,the ocean, then he can control that body of water. Big George.

George can go normal person size, too, but he doesn't that often cause he just radiates cold and Dream doesn't want to be around him.

George ice trays/molds.

Like, he could, theoretically, control several frozen versions of himself (he and Dream haven't tested it yet) so they made silicone ice molds of George and are now waiting to see if George can control multiple bodies at once.

An army of ice Goggys.

If he goes gaseous, as in evaporation, he can just be air.

Dream could, can, and has breathed George in.

It was a very weird experience for the both of them.

Sublimating ((sublimation) :going straight from a solid to a gas)) is very disorientating

Back to big George,

It's very cool (haha, pun) to George, to be big, because he's usually just small (he really enjoys just holding Dream in his (watery) hands

To Dream…it is scary, because George is big, but he trusts George, so he's…relatively cool with it (overused pun let's go!)

I oughta stop now, I could probably keep coming up with ideas, but I e got other things I need to do....bleh

#also kinda all ovet the place #but shut up #mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #tiny!george #mcyt gt #giant!dream #ice!george #i guess #water!george #technically?#cause y'know #when he melts #; )#writing

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inkofamethyst · 2 months

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March 8, 2023

No one would ever get this out of me irl but I very occasionally, at the peripheries of my thoughts wonder what might have been if I had agreed to go out with that guy from biochem. (Can you tell that Hadestown has had an effect? This is dizzying. Next thing you know I'm going to be begging to have a crush (but also I'm very picky about my crushes bc they can't be undergrads (lol tbf I'm only barely not an undergrad myself), they can't be in my department, and they have to be someone I see somewhat regularly (no passerby crushes)).) Because part of the reason I said no was fear and part of it was that I was in excruciating pain when we had that study date (mostly the fear though), and then there was also the whole being devastated about not getting to show off that solo that I worked really hard on. Bad vibes all around. But he wasn't a bad guy. I was just scared.

Even still, I can't seem to remember his name.

[edit, next day: I wrote the above last night and you would not believe the butterflies I got today when all I did was make eye contact with some (very attractive) dude before a class. Ridiculous. (I have the need to catch his eye again.) This is gonna be like bike-boy from junior year lol. Or the caving dude, also from junior year (literally who did I think I was, trying to go caving just to get close to a man??? Lowkey still wish I'd been able to get in on that trip, but alas).]

God, I really cannot dance. Was recently informed that alum from my undergrad uni would be restricted in their GDrive space so I went in and culled (will ultimately have to remove half of what I have stored) a bit. In early pandemic days there was some Broadway challenge (it was basically a big ad but it was fun and free (and very successful, incredibly marketed), so) where each week you'd have to take time to learn a song or dance or something and post it and I saved my dance video to my uni GDrive and it's AWFUL. Like the steps are all there, I can remember them (because I drilled it hard) but I'm so clunky lookin--it's dreadful. IT'S SO BADDD. (keep in mind it was newsies though so like it is bad but the choreo isn't helping either) But. If nothing else, I keep that smile on lock(down). I haven't watched any of the theatre tapes from high school but that doesn't make me excited to see them, beyond hating the recorded sound of me singing, bleh.

Found out what next year's stipend numbers are going to be and there's still literally no way I'd be able to make it work with my current savings rates (25% (also I'll be increasing my estimated taxes to 30% from 25%)) without help. It feels kind of weird to say this because I truly miss my grandmother so much like it's not even funny, but she's helping me so much right now.

Want to make a text-based, randomized, hunger-games-style battle royale game in python for my friends to play. In a different life, I think I could've been a game dev. Literally. Writing, music, computer science (I don't really do visual arts though). To be fair, like, there's nothing stopping me from trying. On the side, just for fun, coming up with minigames. I think I'd need to become like Brandon Sanderson though, where I relax by doing something (actually, now that I think about it, I'm not that far off, it's just that I don't have a ton of access to my favorite hobbies rn (music, sewing, etc)).

Today I'm thankful for how beautiful biology can be sometimes. I love how we find reflections of the same ideas at all levels!!! Recently I was thinking about multicellular organisms, and how they're just a bunch of different cell types that have different jobs with the goal of all working toward the greater good of staying alive together. And you don't just see this in things like animals! There are unicellular organisms that form colonies when times get tough, and they sometimes will even divide out work amongst themselves. And at the multi-organismal level, people banded together during those early days of covid to make sure the elderly were fed, that we were getting fitness classes, that we could see performances. And I know this is a basic idea in biology, but that doesn't stop it from being beautiful.

[edit: I finished all of my pre-spring break homework!!!! Let the breaking begin!!!!]

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