#do this??? and there r things i can only do on weekdays so its like ok i guess ill just suffer forever thrn. and my boss texts me like: hey

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

9th November >> Mass Readings (USA)

Feast of the Dedication of the Lateran Basilica  

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(When a Feast of the Lord is celebrated on a weekday there is only one reading before the Gospel, which may be chosen from either the first or second reading) (This rule is not followed in the United States, so two separate readings are shown here)

First Reading Ezekiel 47:1-2, 8-9, 12 I saw water flowing from the temple, and all who were touched by it were saved.

The angel brought me back to the entrance of the temple, and I saw water flowing out from beneath the threshold of the temple toward the east, for the façade of the temple was toward the east; the water flowed down from the southern side of the temple, south of the altar. He led me outside by the north gate, and around to the outer gate facing the east, where I saw water trickling from the southern side. He said to me, “This water flows into the eastern district down upon the Arabah, and empties into the sea, the salt waters, which it makes fresh. Wherever the river flows, every sort of living creature that can multiply shall live, and there shall be abundant fish, for wherever this water comes the sea shall be made fresh. Along both banks of the river, fruit trees of every kind shall grow; their leaves shall not fade, nor their fruit fail. Every month they shall bear fresh fruit, for they shall be watered by the flow from the sanctuary. Their fruit shall serve for food, and their leaves for medicine.”

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 46:2-3, 5-6, 8-9

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

God is our refuge and our strength, an ever-present help in distress. Therefore, we fear not, though the earth be shaken and mountains plunge into the depths of the sea.

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

There is a stream whose runlets gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High. God is in its midst; it shall not be disturbed; God will help it at the break of dawn.

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

The LORD of hosts is with us; our stronghold is the God of Jacob. Come! behold the deeds of the LORD, the astounding things he has wrought on earth.

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

Second Reading 1 Corinthians 3:9c-11, 16-17 You are God’s temple.

Brothers and sisters: You are God’s building. According to the grace of God given to me, like a wise master builder I laid a foundation, and another is building upon it. But each one must be careful how he builds upon it, for no one can lay a foundation other than the one that is there, namely, Jesus Christ.

Do you not know that you are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwells in you? If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy that person; for the temple of God, which you are, is holy.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Gospel Acclamation 2 Chronicles 7:16

Alleluia, alleluia. I have chosen and consecrated this house, says the Lord, that my name may be there forever. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel John 2:13-22 Jesus was speaking about the temple of his Body.

Since the Passover of the Jews was near, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. He found in the temple area those who sold oxen, sheep, and doves, as well as the money-changers seated there. He made a whip out of cords and drove them all out of the temple area, with the sheep and oxen, and spilled the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables, and to those who sold doves he said, “Take these out of here, and stop making my Father’s house a marketplace.” His disciples recalled the words of Scripture, Zeal for your house will consume me. At this the Jews answered and said to him, “What sign can you show us for doing this?” Jesus answered and said to them, “Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up.” The Jews said, “This temple has been under construction for forty-six years, and you will raise it up in three days?” But he was speaking about the temple of his Body. Therefore, when he was raised from the dead, his disciples remembered that he had said this, and they came to believe the Scripture and the word Jesus had spoken.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[themuseandantarctica]

* 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒕. 13

change however necessary.

“A life lived in fear is a life half-lived.”

“Needless fear and panic over disease and misfortune that seldom materialize are simply bad habits.  By proper ventilation and illumination of the mind it is possible to cultivate tolerance, poise, and real courage.”

“People living deeply have no fear of death.”

“I know that the human being and the fish can coexist peacefully.”

“There is no such thing as a fish.”

“The Bible clearly states that God brought before Adam all the beasts of the field and all the fowl of the air.  What about the fish?  Did Adam name the fish?”

“Carp may be said to be water-sheep: herbivorous, gregarious, of a contented mind.”

“The catfish is a plenty good enough fish for anyone.”

“A chub is the worst fish that swims.”

“Looking for fish?  Don’t climb a tree.”

“The gods do not deduct from a man’s allotted span the time he spends in fishing.”

“There’s a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore looking like an idiot.”

“People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have the things about us.”

“The flower has no weekday self, dressed as it always is in Sunday clothes.”

“Flowers in the city are like lipstick on a woman—it just makes you look better to have a little color.”

“The flower that follows the sun does so even on cloudy days.”

“Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.”

“The crown of petals is the flower’s panties.  Rip them off and you will have public indecency.”

“Our national flower is the concrete clover leaf.”

“Advice on dandelions: If you can’t beat them, eat them.”

“If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn.”

“Science, or para-science, tells us that geraniums bloom better if they are spoken to.  But a kind word every now and then is really quite enough.  Too much attention, like too much feeding, and weeding and hoeing, inhibits and embarrasses them.”

“The lily was created on the third day, early in the morning when the Almighty was especially full of good ideas.”

“A morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.”

“Some people are always grumbling that roses have thorns.  I am thankful that thorns have roses.”

“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.”

“Food is an important part of a balanced diet.”

“Man cannot live by bread alone; he must have peanut butter.”

“A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart who looks at her watch.”

“Nobody really likes capers, no matter what you do with them.  Some people pretend to like capers, but the truth is that any dish that tastes good with capers in it tastes even better with capers not in it.”

“There is more simplicity in the man who eats caviar on impulse than in the man who eats grape-nuts on principle.”

“The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later you’re hungry again.”

“There are two things I like stiff and one of them’s jelly.”

“There is no such thing as a pretty good omelette.”

“He was a bold man who first swallowed an oyster.”

“I wonder why they call this porridge.  It would be far more manly and straightforward to give it its real name.”

“I believe that if I ever had to practice cannibalism, I might manage if there were enough tarragon around.”

“I think somebody should come up with a way to breed a very large shrimp.  That way, you could ride him, then, after you camped at night, you could eat him.  How about it, science?”

“All I know most surely about morality and obligations, I owe to football.”

“The natural state of the football fan is bitter disappointment, no matter what the score.”

“Some people think football is a matter of life and death.  I assure you, it’s much more important than that.”

“There is only one word to describe football and that is ‘if only.’”

“There are three things I always forget.  Names, faces, and the third I can’t remember.”

“If a man can remember what he worried about last week, he has a very good memory.”

“How is it that we remember the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not remember how often we have recounted it to the same person.”

“Whenever you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have in front of you—a tree, a house, a field or whatever.  Merely think, here is a little squeeze of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, until it gives your own naive impression of the scene in front of you.”

“There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.”

“There is no forgiveness in nature.”

“Without forgiveness life is governed by an endless cycle of resentment and retaliation.”

“I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive.  Forgiveness ought to be like a canceled note, torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.”

“You know you have forgiven someone when he or she has harmless passage through your mind.”

“Only the brave know how to forgive.  A coward never forgives; it is not in his nature.”

“He who cannot forgive others destroys the bridge over which he himself must pass.”

“He who has not forgiven an enemy has not yet tasted one of the most sublime enjoyments of life.”

“Many promising reconciliations have broken down because, with both parties came prepared to forgive, neither party came prepared to be forgiven.”

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”

“Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.”

“Freedom is the right to be wrong, not the right to do wrong.”

“All mankind is divided as it always has been into slaves and freemen. Whoever has less than two-thirds of his day for himself is a slave, be he a statesman, a merchant, an official, or a scholar.”

“It is true that liberty is precious; so precious that it must be carefully rationed.”

“Everyone appears to be noticing only the statue’s torch and not the manacles on her ankles.”

“A man’s worst difficulties begin when he is able to do as he likes.”

“If crime fighters fight crime and fire fighters fight fire, what do freedom fighters fight?  They never mention that part to us, do they?”

“I’m no linguist, but I have been told that in the Russian language there isn’t even a word for freedom.”

“Be a lamp unto yourself and seek your own liberation with diligence.”

“People hardly ever make use of the freedom they have, for example, freedom of thought; instead they demand freedom of speech as compensation.”

“The right to be heard does not automatically include the right to be taken seriously.”

“If we don’t believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don’t believe in it at all.”

“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.”

“Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control.  It is determined for the insect as well as the star.  Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.”

“No one knows anything about will, what it is, how to make it, or how it works, or why it works as it does.”

“A man can surely do what he wills to do, but cannot determine what he wills.”

“Nothing which is independent of the will can hinder or damage it; the will can only hinder or damage itself.”

“You will say that I feel free.  This is an illusion, which may be compared to that of a fly in the fable, who, upon the pole of a heavy carriage, applauded himself for directing its course.”

“Free will is probably located in the pre-frontal cortex, and we may even be able to narrow it down to the ventromedial pre-frontal cortex.”

“This free will business is a bit terrifying anyway.  It’s almost pleasanter to obey, and make the most of it.”

“All theory is against the freedom of the will; all experience for it… Sir, we know our will is free, and there’s an end on it.”

“Money can’t buy you friends, but you can get a better class of enemy.”

“Your friend is the man who knows all about you and still likes you.”

“A true friend is one who likes you despite your achievements.”

“When I was a kid, I had to friends, and they were imaginary and they would only play with each other.”

“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone.  Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for a moment that we’re not alone.”

“When one is trying to do something beyond his known powers it is useless to seek the approval of friends. Friends are at their best in moments of defeat.”

“Adversity is the only balance to weigh friends.”

“The only reward of virtue is virtue: the only way to have a friend is to be one.”

“I lay it down as a fact that if all men knew what others say of them, there would not be four friends in the world.”

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and ti is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”

“My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven’t met yet.  She’s now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.”

“When you have confidence, you can have a lot of fun.  And when you have fun, you can do amazing things.”

#rp meme #rp starters #sentence meme #sentence starters #prompts #rp prompts #writing prompts

[alfredsoldmanor]

Genshin vs. Tower of Fantasy - Preliminary Thoughts

I've been on ToF for two days now, and I'm also a Genshin player since its early days. I play mostly on mobile; I have not yet been able to play ToF on PC since it came out on a weekday.  Some thoughts.

1. I have always been of the opinion that the ability to customize the main character's appearance and clothes was the number one thing that I wanted and Genshin did not have. So I was anticipating ToF a great deal. The character customization did not disappoint;  I was able to make a creepy but cute unsmiling cybernetic shota with one human eye and one very inhuman eye. Oh and hair that shades from crimson through purple to blue. He's unique and 100% me. The PC clothes are all good looking and easily customizable.  

2. The servers are bad.  Bad that I have to make sure that I'm on the same server as people from /r/GenshinGays I want to play with, bad that I have to reroll and start from the beginning on each server I join, and really really bad that I need to wait for 30 minutes before I can start playing because the server is overcrowded (the hourlong estimates are never actually true, but the actual waits are still not really acceptable long term).  Here ToF differentiated themselves from Genshin by going MMO with servers, when copying Genshin (single player worlds, with interaction taking place by jumping into one person's world) would have actually made for a much better experience. Mind you, I was not a day one player of Genshin, I started a month after launch.  So jank may have been ironed out before I started.

3. Exploration and combat really feel like Tencent looked at Genshin Impact, copied the UI, then said "how can we change this enough so that we don't infringe on MiHoYo's copyright?"  This is actually fine to me as a consumer; Genshin combat is fun, and the differences only make things more interesting.  Swimming as a male is much less frustrating in ToF then in Genshin.  That's a little thing, but it's noticeable. OTOH time gating chests is 😡🤬😡.

4. NPCs look much better in TOF than in Genshin, while gacha PCs look a little bit worse - ToF's Diluc clone is clearly inferior to the real thing.   The overall environment is essentially just as good looking in both games IMHO.  Of course, background NPCs will need to share a common model, but even very important NPCs in Genshin share the same generic models as the vendors and people walking around.  In ToF plot-important NPCs look as good as the PCs.  And even the more generic ToF NPCs are more interesting then Genshin's IMHO.  

5. On the other had the English voice acting in ToF is atrocious and often does not match the subtitles. I'm considering switching to JP voices, which I generally **never** do when English is an option.

6. The ratio of waifus to husbandos is much worse in ToF than in Genshin Impact.  But that matters a lot less when the waifus are just skins, and you can use their weapon without using them or looking at them.  90% of the time I will probably use my own PC, not the gacha skin, even when the weapon comes with a husbando.  

7. I haven’t gotten far enough in ToF to experience PVP or manditory co-op, so I can’t really speak to how those aspects make the game more or less fun for me.

All in all I am still undecided about whether I want to go over to ToF full time, drop ToF when Sumeru releases in Genshin, or try to keep playing both games.

#genshin impact #Tower of Fantasy #game review

[xtrablak674]

Trust, it isn't what I wanted to do, its what I had to do.

September of 2019 was the last time Aunt Mary saw her sister alive.

At this time to be frank, she was still in denial of her sister's spiraling Alzheimer's, I had sent a book to her that I found useful but I was met with open defiance and hostility. This trip in which she was accompanied by her niece Rosemary, was a chance for her to assess with her own eyes her sister's debilitation. You can bring a horse to water, but you can't make them drink.

This was the beginning of my very reluctant care giving. I had hired two aides, one for the weekdays and one for the weekend. The Thai woman I hired never showed up for her first shift, so Ms. Stewart was left in these first few weeks working seven days a week, exactly what I didn't want. But I was trying to make it work, while I hired someone new.

From the photos everything looks so 'normal' but this time was anything but normal. I had barely rescued my father's mother from being placed in a care facility by her cousin, who was overwhelmed with her caregiving. I assessed that she had enough lucidity, presence of mind and didn't wander, to still be on her own in her home with daily assistance. Outside of the meals she was getting at the senior center she had begun to forget to eat, and was losing weight. We had soon discovered we needed to prepare meals for her, and put her in front of them. These were the early days just a glimmer of what was to come.

This was prior to my installing cameras and motion sensors in the house and I was curious about if my father's mother actually slept through the night when the sun went down. Her sister would answer this question, so I would know what the length of the shifts should be for the aides.

Trying my best to be inclusive in these early days, I was looping the cousin that was overwhelmed, and her sister into her caregiving, this would prove to not be tenable because someone backseat driving from another state nearly a thousand miles away wasn't helpful, or even necessary and the cousin really wanted to wash his hands of the entire matter due to his having to be the caregiver for his first wife, who ultimately died. I was the only one with clarity to give this woman the care she needed, not being motivated by anything else other than being a decent human being.

We were trying to figure out her care as a 'family' and I use that term very loosely, because albeit her caregivers were related, we weren't a family. After I think the third day of the visit, I got a call from Ms. Stewart the aide, telling me that Ms. Mary and Ms. Sadie were arguing a lot and Ms. Sadie's appetite had dipped significantly and she had lost like twenty pounds since her sister had come to stay. She was already extremely underweight the last thing I needed was her losing more weight. So I did what I needed to do.

I called her sister and told her that she couldn't stay with her sister anymore because it was negatively effecting her mental health and well-being, and more importantly she had lost a significant amount of weight since her arrival. I keep using just aunt, but Aunt Mary is my Great Aunt, she is my father's mother's sister, and around this time I believe she was in her early eighties and I am clearly not anywhere near her contemporary. I had to use my standing as grandchild, next of kin, health proxy and power of attorney to stand up for her sister's rights.

This was the most unpleasant situation I ever had to be in in my adult life, telling the sibling of the person I was caring for that they had to leave her house. Well to say this ended my relationship with Aunt Mary is an understatement. Soon after this our communications ended because she felt the need to be berating, critical and nasty in our correspondence, and I refused to be shit on, so I ended them entirely hoping this would give her a cooling off period, that never came. I wasn't going to be taking care of a person who I had an extremely toxic relationship my entire adult life and on the other end of that have her in-denial sister spewing venom at me daily. #NoMaam

I later learned that she also became estranged from the cousin, who was the primary caregiver before I stepped in. It seemed she not only had she alienated me, who her children knew was her favorite nephew, but she also pissed off her cousin who had been so devoted to her ailing sibling, going above, beyond and out of his pocket to take care of his cousin.

In hindsight, I think she was feeling her own mental capacities diminishing and seeing some of her own fears and doubts reflected in her sister, this made her grossly aware of her own mortality and possibly her own early onset dementia, frankly not an easy place to navigate emotionally.

Long before her sister finally died, somewhat peacefully at home, I had decided I wasn't attending the services either in New York or the final internment in South Carolina. My personal animosity towards the person I was forced to care for made me very aware of what I needed emotionally and mentally, and that wasn't condolences for a woman I didn't care for. My biggest lost through out the situation wasn't her, it was my relationship with the woman I would tell to all my friends was my favorite aunt, my Aunt Mary.

[Photo by Brown Estate]

#caregiving #dementia #alzheimers #end of life arrangements #family history #mortality #black #family #estranged #hostility #raised emotions #self care #broken relationships #family drama #adulting #mental health #Youtube

[circethegoblin]

STAYING ALIVE MASTERPOST, FROM A BROKE TEEN WITH ADHD

here you go. some down to earth tips on how to not die metally nor physically.

tired of those "drink three liters of water everyday uwu" and "wake up at 5 am" and "buy a bath bomb and a fec mask and some other things you don't have the money for" shit? i'm here for ya.

1. NOT DYING

eat at least three meals a day, one of which m u s t be warm and above 300 kcal (it can be istant ramen with an egg added if you have to)

you technically should shower everyday, but we know how it is. A change of clothes is sometimes enough.

DRY SHAMPOO AND BABY WIPES!!!

keep bottles with water everywhere. On your desk, near that spot on the floor you always end up sitting on, near your bed, basically whenever you know you spend a lot of time. No need to get up and go to the kitchen will help. Obviously change the water in the bottles as often as you can.

Get some form of physical activity. It doesn't have to be much, you can for example replace scrolling on tiktok by walking around your room and scrolling on tiktok! Brilliant, isn't it? Obviously, running or doing those 10 minutes workouts from youtube is better, but you are still getting like an hour of walking.

Buy blankets. Steal blankets. Summon blankets from other dimensions. Just make sure you have a lot of warm, soft blankets in your house. You will thank me when you won't have the anergy to wash your sheets (just take them off and throw some blankets on your bed), or when the power goes out.

If you have pets, ALWAYS keep spare food that'll last for a week for them.

things to always have in the kitchen: milk, eggs, flour, rice, pasta, yeast, cheese, oil, a leafy vegetable, onions, tomatoes, apples, patatoes, some flavourful sauce, sugar, salt, spices and an emergency chocolate bar. You can make a lot of food with those. Just make sure you won't eat the chocolate too fast.

Have a lot of spare batteries. A lot.

Get urself a flashlight, a lighter, and a pocket knife.

Remember the apples? eat one a day. if you don't like apples or you can't eat them for any other reason, you can take a kiwi, banana, orange, basically something that will give you vitamins and non processed sugar.

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

drugs from that one guy around the corner = very bad time

2. NOT DYING INSIDE

Open the damn window.

Don't watch so many commentary videos. You are probably not even checking the sources, so you can easily make unjust judgement, and like. did you even hear of half of those people before?

make a discord server just for yourself. get into the habit of writing little things that happened to you there. rant about the fanfics you read. or the movies. vent there if you don't have anyone you can vent to. write your ideas there, write e v e r y t h i n g. make a section for passwords, for quick ideas, for your to do lists. you won't lose it as you do with sticky notes or notebooks. there is no risk anyone will see it. oh, and when you'll have a strong impulse to tell emily that you hate her? write that message in your private server and list all ur arguments. look at tat the next day and decide if you really mean that.

life sucks. come to peace with it.

cuddle ur pets if you have them

1 hour a day without a lot of sensory input. if you have to, reduce to half an hour.

if you find yourself scrolling endlessly through social media, make sure it's pintrest (just don't compare urself to the people here; if you have issues with that, tumblr may be better)

delete. twitter. from. your. phone.

influencers are lying to you; maybe not even intentionally. remember when you were watching that cute-aesthetic-productive morning routine, and you were wondering why your life isn't that pretty? why your room is a mess? why you cannot for the life of god be aesthetic 24/7? its the filter. don't worry about it, their lifes arent that nice either.

realize there's actually nothing stopping you from screaming as loud as you can right now. like there is no physical barrier. think about it. realize there's no actual physical barierr to many other things.

your body is your body. you can decide how it looks like; just remember it's in your greatest interest to keep it healthy.

3. BEING A LITTLE BETTER THAN JUST ALIVE

If you wear make up, take it off before you go to sleep.

moisturize your body; everything is better when your skin doesn't feel dry

have a one brand of cosmetics that you love and buy things mainly from it. they often have sets of products that complete each other. i like ziaja. it's a polish brand, it's surprisingly cheap and has nice quality

cleanser, moisturizer, face mist

of you can, change your sheets once every two weeks

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

do a deep house clean once a month (don't beat yourself up when you don't tho)

keep your workspace organized (it doesn't have to look organized to other people, remember)

sunscreen

cook your own food

keep a calendar

no money for scented candles? got ya. make a simmer pot: throw some apple peel, a couple of cinnamon sticks and whatever spices that smell good you have into a pot, add some water and simmer. boom. your house smells good, and you haven't spend 20 dollars.

If you really like candles, buy scented wax melts. it's cheaper.

Buy urself scented mists. they're pretty cheap and will make you feel A LOT better.

keep your clothes clean. if you aren't sure if that shirt thats on your chair is dirty or not, throw it in the washing mashine anyway. better be sure.

if you can, make your bed right when you get up

wear clothes that make you feel good. put some effort into your outfits. really.

4. OTHER PEOPLE

be nice to essential workers.

if you have money, give tips.

remember, you do not owe anyone love; it is not something you can force. even if they saved your life. even when they helped you in your darkest time. if you don't love them, you don't.

you don't have to be in a romantic relationship to be happy.

if you want to, date! date everyone! date girls, date boys, date nonbinary people! date people completly different than you, date people from different countries, date them!!! just make sure they're kind and won't kill you. even if you don't end up in a relationship, you can learn a lot.

don't be afraid to piss off people that deserve it

smile to strangers :)

5. NOT FAILING SCHOOL

heard of dark academia? check it out

romanticize the heck out of studying

do not let your studying be just reading the same partagraph over and over again. it won't work. believe me.

seterra for geography, quizlet for everything else

try to make yourself intrestet in whatever you are studying (watch veritasium, listen to podcasts about weird history facts)

notes are for you and you only; don't worry about them looking pretty. doodle on margins, make weird metaphors, squeeze in as much info as you can.

when you're studying, listen to music without words/in a language you don't understand.

chew gum while you study

get the forest app, get attached to the trees, focus.

don't feel guilty for taking breaks

grades aren't everything, but they are important.

eat something in school

don't just use the cheapest pens. invest a couple dollars in something that will make writing enjoyable and smooth

those study with me videos? they're great

if you like to argue with the teachers, take care of your grades becouse. they may not like you afterwards.

be nice to your classmates and help them with homework. if you don't do your homework they'll help you

executive dysfunction won't let you study? been there. sometimes it's better to wake up ealier tommorow and do that homework then.

don't feel guilty for failing a test

go to the goddamn class

don't pull all nighters oh my god don't especially on weekdays

6. OTHER LIFEHACKS

don't get involved in the crime, and if you do always have a believable explanation why you were doing it

have different alarm sounds for every day of the week

set a daily limit of money that you spend

great hobbies that don't require a lot of money; urban exploration, writing, hiking and learning other languages

thrift stores

don't eat grapefruits while on meds

nail polish removers dissolve most strong glues.

if you have a cut on your skin, desinfect it. do it. please just do it.

always have pads with you. even if you don't get periods, at least one of your friends probably does

sign up in your local library. its free

#life hacks #life #not dying #staying alive #no one will see this #who cares though

[meganaut]

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YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO lets get ROIIIIIIIIGHT INTO THE NEWSSSSSS. Where's Pepper Adventure? On hold. Yes baby i am once again putting MORE PROJECTS ON ***HOLD*** HOLY [[smoked salami]]. I think I'm just burnt out on working on games and big projects. Right now in this moment in time, I can't enjoy the work I do anymore. I can't work on games or comics anymore. I've found myself more enjoying the idea of a game/comic moreso than actually working on it. I think I really fucked myself over by working on a webcomic non-stop and then making 2 whole-ass games and trying to work on a third one. I think I just need time and space away from "worky" things. My capitalistic desires of productivity have to be put on hold... For now. If anyone is looking forward to Pepper Adventure, I'm really sorry. You can take solace in the fact that its not cancelled. I absolutely wanna finish Pepper Adventure, its just too great of a project for me to ignore. Too great and too do-able of a project. I just need time to recover.

I know I don't update my blog often, but if you like livestreaming, I'm (mostly) active on my youtube channel over here! I've been doing a lot of livestreams lately and I've been enjoying it! It's fun to talk to myself and pretend I have an audience and am in desperate need of psychiatric help. In all seriousness though, I have been having fun doing streaming. Even when nobody shows up its just nice to sit around and talk to myself and play a game I do (or don't) enjoy. Its been nice. If you do wanna see more stuff from me, your best bet is that youtube channel. Not only do I stream there on weekdays (sometimes), i also upload edited videos of my shenanigans in games. You can find all my past streams here! Lets talk card games

After playing Inscryption I've found myself absolutely enamored and infatuated with the card game genre. I've played tens of card games, even obscure games like the Pokemon Trading Card game. I've tried dozens of card games and man, I just can't get enough. Also there's a shit ton of games that mimic most of Hearthstone. B r e h The card games I've found myself enjoying most are: GWENT Pokemon TCG (yeah im serious) Inscryption (what a fuckin game bro) Mythgard (bruh moment) Elder Scrolls Legends (yuh)

Here are my indepth thoughts on the games:

Gwent:

is fucking good mate. I've played quite a few card games, many I like, many I absolutely dislike, but Gwent is the one I've been coming back to more than the others. Its a simple card game. The object of the game is simple, get a higher number than your opponent. Each card has a number, each number contributes to your overall score. Just get the highest score and WIN. Its that simple. What makes Gwent great is that each card has different abilities and stats that allow it to do different things under certain conditions. Some decks straight up have their own abilities and stuff they can utilize. Gwent is what I consider a deceptively simple game. Its easy to get into. And you can pull off so much shit with cards. I don't want to say its complicated, but it can be. Not like Yu-Gi-Oh though, I hate Yu-Gi-Oh. That shits REALLY complicated. If you ever wanna try out a card game that isn't Hearthstone, Gwent would be my recommendation.

POKEMON Trading Card Game:

is a card game that exists. No really, its real. They don't actually sell Pokemon cards for the sake of selling Pokemon cards. They actually have a game to use those cards in. I know, its absolutely INSANE. Its gameplay is pretty unique. You draw cards, you use Pokemon cards to battle for you (just like the real games). However, you also draw energy and Trainer/item/whatever cards. The energy cards you put on your Pokemans to allow them to do moves (and retreat). I could go on and on about the rules since its a bit more complicated than Gwent. The object of the game is to defeat at least 6 of your opponent's pokemon. For me personally, this game allows more skill and thought than the OG pokemon games would allow. Instead of JUST 6 pokemon, you can have a ton more at your disposal (you can only have so many benched tho). Since each Pokemon has only 2 moves (sometimes 1), you have to REALLY strategize what to do at every turn, maybe switch out Pokemon and stuff, maybe use a Trainer card to heal your pokemon. There's a lot that can go thru your head in a game of Pokemon TCG. Its nice. Sadly you kinda get jackshit in terms of actual Pokemon cards when starting out. You'd have to grind a bit in the online mode and hope you can win with your wimpy starter decks. I haven't played too much of this game, but I can safely say I enjoy the game for what it is. It might not be my first recommendation for bestest card games, but its definitely on the list. You can't do much in the game if you don't sign up with the website. Its nothing unusual, but I feel you should keep that in mind that you gotta create an account first.

Inscryption:

i'll say more about this later cuz im not gonna re-edit this post lmao

Mythgard:

is good... with a pretty big fuckin caveat. There's a lot of Hearthstone games out there that take more than just a "little" inspiration from it (and i guess MTG by proxy). Mythgard is no different. However, Mythgard does quite a LOT to stand out from the crowd. You can move your cards around when they're on the battlefield, you burn cards in order to raise your "Mana" bar. There's a lot going on in Mythgard. Its a pretty fun game, I don't go too indepth with it since its mostly the same Hearthstone stuff that you'll recognize immediately. Plus, I haven't played as much of it as I would like to. I would recommend this game... But there's a BIG caveat with it. You have to register an account with them. Now this doesn't sound too bad, after all I mentioned that the Pokemon TCG does the same thing. Why is Mythgard different? Maybe I'm just paranoid but when a SMALLER game company that I have never heard of asks for my personal email account I get kinda... Sketched out. I don't know if other people feel the same way, maybe its just me but I would consider that kind of a catch in Mythgard's case. I might say "fuck it" later and sign up just to play more of the game. I genuinely enjoy Mythgard but I would be wary of that kinda thing if I were you.

Elder Scrolls Legends:

Once again, another Hearthstone type game. Its not bad though. It has a singleplayer campaign that is really interesting to go thru. I found myself enjoying this one the most out of the Hearthstone-like games for some reason. There's 2 lanes you can play in that alter the gameplay. One of them gives you a stealth ability that basically makes your card unable to be targeted or hit until it attacks. Sad that the game is no longer being worked on and has been mostly abandoned for a couple years now. Its pretty fun. I'm kinda getting tired of writing so I'll just leave it at that. On the topic of Inscryption tho. Man. MAN. M A N . what a game. No spoilers, since I truly believe Inscryption to be a game worth playing blind for. More than Undertale/Deltarune. Its just THAT good man. Absolutely love the simplistic gameplay in the game. I was thrown off quite a bit when the game kept... Well, "changing". But I eventually grew to like the entirety of the game. I cried like a bitch when it was over. Not on stream, sadly. That would've been good content. I cried a day after the stream.

I absolutely wanna say I want to update this blog more often. But at this point every single blog entry I make ends with that condolence. I'll make no promises. Keep gaming, fuckers.

#card game #game development #livestreaming

[yami-writes]

MHA and HQ boys over facetime

(🏷️) paring(s):  Midoriya x reader, todoroki x reader, hinata x reader, kageyama x reader (⚠️) warning(s): jus crack n fluff here (💌) note from Yami: my first time writing for HQ- lets see how badly i fuck it up ;) (got kinda lazy on these, expect em to be a bit shitty)

⤷ Midoriya

he loves any interaction he can get wit you

that includes over the phone

he ALWAYS has his camera pointed at his face

and he wants you to do the same

he dosent care if you “look ugly.” he wants to see u bc he thinks ur beautiful all the time

which u are btw- goddamn u lookin fine today 

you facetimes wit him usually last from 30min to an hour

occasionally being pushed to 2 hours on weekends

yall usually just talk about your days and stuff

which somehow always ends up in him rambling about All Might

which you think is really cute so you just listen to him

i definitely think he’ll take screenshots of you when your not looking

poor bby isent aware that it shows he took a screenshot

and he’s hella confused when you start laughing 

but you refuse to explain why

he eventually figured it out

you laughing evey time he took a screenshot mayyyyy have given it away-

if the two of you are separated, the only thing this bitch is saying

“i wish i were there with you right now, angel...”

“why cant i just come over there right now?”

it saddens him he can just give you a kiss rn

⤷ Todoroki

he prefers to talk to you in person but facetimes do as well

the two of you call pretty often when yall dont wanna leave where u are

calls wit shouto are pretty chill

both of your cameras are often pointed at the ceiling or an imminent object

OR yall have your phones super close to your face having a staring contest

yalls facetimes are very inconsistent

from a single minute to a whole day and anywhere in between

the shorter range being on weekdays and longer being on weekends 

the two of you dont have any specific topics to talk about so its kinda jus-- anything

anything and everything

from what you did this weekend to the contents of your fridge

and yall cant even stay on a solid topic for over 3 minutes

he takes A LOT of screenshots

and you telling him you can see him wont stop him

unless you specifically tell him you dont like it, he wont stop

and when the two of you are separated

literally any other minute yall are on call

he’s willing to have his camera at his face if you do the same

oh and he does the-

“i wanna see your pretty face, dont spoil it with wrinkles, honey”

yup,

better bet your ass he used glamouroki against you.

fuyumi would randomly walk into his room and request to talk to you

and while he lets her have a few minutes with you

hes not happy about it.

⤷ Hinata

oh he LOVES facetimes

he gets to talk to you while doing whatever he pleases

its a win win

hes probably bumping a volleyball against his wall

and he obviously has his camera pointed at him so you can watch

he secretly loves when u smother him in complements

which is exactly what your doing

he dosent mind if you dont have the camera on yourself but he will be slightly disappointed 

your calls, like shouto, can last from 5 minutes to a whole ass day

yall will find the wackiest shit to talk about

and it dosent matter how long your calls are, you wont even be able to remember everything that was part of the discussion

he dosent take screenshots often, but when he does~ oh boy

you’l ask em if he took a screenshot and homeboy’s just sitting there like

🍅🍅 🔥   

💍✨

he’ll deny taking screenshots even tho it literally says but okay ig~~

i think his sister would also walk in on one of your calls

and no matter how much hinata tries to shoo her off

shes stayin

“please, nee-san!! let me talk with y/n!!”

dw u got to talk wit her eventually

⤷ Kageyama

he dosent care for facetimes whatsoever

like- he enjoys them sure

but he’d much rather see you in person~

his camera is pitch black.

this man has his phone underneath a blanket or sumn i SWEAR

idek how he thinks thats gonna work but okay 👀👀

he will ask to see your face

but, very subtitle, like he dosent want you to know what he actually wants

give em a run for his money.

yalls facetimes dont last very long

probably hus sumn to do wit him always having his damn phone so far away from him 💀

but when he dosent have his phone 500 million light years away from him, he’ll take screenshots every now and then

and he dosent care if you know when he’s taking em

hes gonna take em regardless

kinda his way of letting you know your pretty w/o saying it lmafo

and if yall r separated he’ll call a bit more often

if your not taking care of yourself he’ll scream at you over call

“ARE YOU STUPID, BOKE?? WHY ARE YOU ON A CALL WITH ME WHEN YOU HAVEN’T EATEN?? GO EAT!!”

you cant help but laugh at his empty threats to feed you if your not gonna eat by yourself 

which, currently, he cant, but you wouldn't mind him doing so when yall are together again

Masterlist

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #hq x reader #midoriya #izuku #todoroki #shouto #kageyama #tobio #hinata #shouyo #midoriya x reader #todoroki x reader #hinata x reader #kagayama x reader #self insert #midoriya fluff #midoriya crack #hinata fluff #hinata crack #todoroki fluff #todoroki crack #kageyama fluff #kageyama crack

[jeagerism]

i think im lost again

+ word count : honestly idek, ill take a guess at maybe nearly 700-800?

+ characters : levi ackerman, armin arlert, mentions of eruri and eremin (armin and levi r not shipped fuck out of here)

+ warnings : season 3 attack on titan spoilers, mentions of death, modern!au, levi is basically a dad without being a dad (does that make him a dilf??), angst i suppose

+ summary : erwin was always good at this, levi thinks. people stuck to him like glue.

+ author's note : this is just a personal modern!au headcanon that i ranted to a friend abt and decided to make it full out

in modern aus i see eren as looking up to levi, bc he ooks up to him in the manga in some ways, levi cares abt his wellbeing n shit

well armin, since he was chosen to live over erwin, he'd look up to erwin in a modern au

and when erwin dies in that au bc ofc he has to die, armin is still a teenager.

i like to think that they all lived in the same town as kids, and erwin always looked out for armin since he had no one else other than his friends. 

he basically lets armin live with him when he's not with eren, who also has no family and sort of couch surfs between jean and sasha - sasha's dad loves eren for whatever reason so he stays there a lot, and welcomes armin and mikasa with him - and so erwin and armin r close

and levi is always around, so he sees armin a lot, even if he takes care of eren more - he lets eren stay at is house on nights when he feels like hes overstayed his welcome at sasha’s.

but levi still cares abt armin bc he sees how erwin cares abt armin and levi is in love with the blond facebook dad

but erwin died when armin is like 15, so he still needs someone to look out for him

and erwin asks levi to do that, bc he trusts him and knows levi would take care of him just like he had  

anyways, he asks levi to take care of him and levi does

but armin is a 15 yr old who just lost yet another person who cares abt him 

and even tho hes grateful that levi cares for him, he misses erwin so much. 

he acts out bc of it bc hes a kid going through trauma and its what kids do. he starts acting even worse than eren and eren is a fucking demon spawn

armin and eren share a room, even tho levi had two empty rooms so they could have their own, and eren has stuff in the other room but armin doesn’t like the dark so eren stays there with him.

and levi isn’t really good at taking care of kids in the traditional way. 

he wakes them up every weekday for school by telling them he'll kick their ass if he has to take them himself - but he'll still drive them when it rains or its cold  

he doesnt really know how to cook bc erwin always did that, but his notes app is full of recipes erwin always recommended that were easy to follow bc he was always worried that levi always ate too much cold leftovers from days before and noodles

armin knows hot to cook pretty well bc erwin taught him but he enjoys laughing at levi failing at cooking simple shit - he burned water somehow

but levi still tries so its fine

he tries letting armin know hes welcome, and that he can ask for whatever he needs

he'll leave him lunch money on the counter

and when he notices armins jackets getting a little too short around the wrist he drops a new one by his lap when he sits on the couch

he pulls the blanket all the way to his chin if he falls asleep on the couch.

he'll mention he's going to get a haircut when he notices armin's hair getting longer, and says he can go with him if he wants

but armin still acts so off. 

before erwin was gone, armin always acted happy, even though he never had much, and levi feels guilty knowing he cant do what erwin did for him, but he's doing this for erwin, and knows erwin wouldnt have put armin in his care in the first place if he didn’t trust him

i see taking care of armin as the task that keeps levi going, just like how killing zeke is what keeps him alive in the anime.

both promises he makes to erwin and wont give up on until he’s fulfilled it

but one day armin just disappears. he doesnt come back after school with eren like usual. so he and levi try calling him and get nothing. eren offers to go look for him and levi tells him to stay safe n waits back home to see if armin will show up there

and he does like 5 mins after eren leaves. 

and levi feels his chest just deflate with relief. it was cold outside, and armin was out there alone. 

his cheeks and nose r red from being outside for so long

when levi asks where he's been, it comes out harsher than he meant, but its just bc he was worried, and armin rolls his eyes and asks why it matters

levi tells him its bc he's a kid and doesnt get to just disappear without a trace whenever he wants. levi never minded armin doing whatever he wanted - within regulation - but most times he knew eren was with him, or mikasa, someone who would call him if something happened

and armin says “you're not my father.” and starts taking off his jacket and stuff

“yeah, but i am the person who's taking care of your ass.”

and that seems to make armin a little more ticked off than he already was, bc he turns to levi and says, “well i never asked you to do that.”

to which levi replies without thinking, “no but erwin did”

levi and armin never talk abt erwin, ever.

its like an unspoken rule between them. its not that they arent as comfortable with each other - they arent anyways but - they just dont do that, talk abt how they feel abt erwin, and him being gone

armin looks like hes gonna cry before he just says “well i wish it was erwin that was still here instead of you”

ALMOST AS IF HES SAYING HE WISHED IT WAS LEVI THAT DIED INSTEADDD

and levi is suprised that armin would ever, it hurts a little, and he just nods in agreement and says “me too.”

armin doesnt say anything back to it, he just turns and makes his way to his room, slamming the door behind him

and levi is exhausted. in his head he wonders how erwin had done it - balanced college and a job and a fucking teenager 

but then he remembers that erwin was erwin, and hed always been good at that type of thing

people stuck to him like glue

thats the first night he lets himself admit that he misses him

he feels like he’s failing at the one thing erwin asked of him

when eren shows back up, levi apologizes for not letting him know that armin had came back

but eren just tells him that armin had texted him when he’d arrived - i have a hc that eren and armin were each others first crushes but uhebdbsi

he tells levi that armin had said hed went to the beach

erwin used to take armin to the beach all the time before he died

he’d collect shells with him, and the ones that armin really liked, he’d give them names

he still has one called smith from the last time erwin had taken him to see the ocean

a few weeks go by after that

they never really talked before, but now it seems almost even worse

the silence that they normally exist in feels empty

but everything felt empty without erwin

eren lets levi know where theyre going to be whenever theyre not home, when theyll be home, etc

levi never asked for him to do that, but he does it anyways

levi’s thankful for the near suicidal maniac at that point

even though he always was

he saw a lot of himself in eren, and he sees a lot of himself in armin too

levi and armin never really apologize to each other, but one night when levi’s attempting to cook, armin walks in the kitchen and watches him place things on a pan

“you’re putting them too close together.”

armin steps beside him and tilts his head to the side, as if hes gesturing for levi to move

and he does, letting the younger and taller boy move the prerolled croissants further away from each other on the baking tray

“they never wouldve cooked all the way through like that,” armin tells him

with a scoff, levi mumbles that he sounds like erwin

armin pauses for a second, before sliding the pan in the oven. levi tells him how long the packaging said they went on so that he can set the oven timer

armin sets it for two minutes longer, and levi’s heart aches

erwin did that, too

“i miss him”

it slips out without him meaning for it to

and he thinks he’s ruined armin’s head again, when he’s supposed to be someone this kid can look up to

but he doesnt leave

armin just leans against the oven and nods “me, too”

after that, things arent bad anymore

sure, it takes awhile for them to completely warm up to each other, but they manage

enough that armin sits in on levi’s cooking sessions just to point out what hes doing wrong - something that helps, bc pretty soon levi is learning

he cooks him, armin, and eren an entire meal without burning anything

eren laughs when armin tells him that the man had forgotten to grab an oven mit and had stuck his entire hand in the oven to grab a pan

levi raises his eyebrow when he notices the way armin blushes at eren’s laugh, of all things

and they talk abt erwin more

they have more to say about him that eren, and its just something the two of them share, so they tend to save it for little moments, tiny snippets of things that remind them of the blond

after about a year, things are good

armin asks to have his 17th birthday at the beach, and who would levi be to say no

levi doesnt particularly like the beach, he detests sand, but its for armin, so he’ll do it

its for his kid

him and erwins kid

at the party, he finds a smile coming to his face when he sees armin actually laughing and having fun

kid had been through too much hell at 17, so he deserved to be happy, even if it was only for a few moments

on their way home that evening, eren and armin passed out from a day of swimming and running on the beach - levi made the both of them bring extra towels to save his car seats from salt water and sand

eren’s head is on armin’s shoulder, and the blond’s is resting atop eren’s head

when they get home, the two of them trudge towards their room, but armin turns and holds his closed fist out to levi

with a raised eyebrow, levi holds his hand out and lets armin drop something into his hand, before the boy pivots and continues his shuffle to his and eren’s shared room

levi glances down at the object in his hand

its a shell

armin names it erwin

#attack on titan imagine #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #erwin smith #levi ackerman #armin arlert #eren yeager #snk imagine #aot imagine #shingeki no kyojin imagine #eruri #eremin #aot headcanon #snk headcanon #hc

[lovelybunny08]

The Backroom

♡ Pairing- Yoongi X Reader

♡ Genre- Smut, doctor, fingering

♡Description- What happens when one of your fantasy comes true 

♡ Again thank you @artofediting for editing all my story. Seriously love you I dont know what I will do without you.😭😭 

♡ Word Count- 3,058

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Your job at the hospital is ER patient registration. It is rather straightforward occupation: register the patient when they come into the emergency room. Nothing more, nothing less. In most circumstances, it would be an easy job…but you’re not in most circumstances considering that the hospital you’re employed at is located downtown, only a few blocks away from a long strip of somewhat questionable bars and nightclubs. The daytime shifts were normally easygoing; the only complications being the odd day here and there where the ER would overflow with patients from minor ailments. Now, that was the daytime shift, but working the overnight shift (especially on weekends) was a different story. You can account for several times in which patients were so incredible intoxicated that you had to repeatedly remind them of their location followed by why they were there. Furthermore, attempting to register drunk patients into the ER was like talking to a toddler: a lot of babbling and no clear answers. Due to this, finishing your charts was next to impossible and the minutes dragged into eternity. You would do anything for a distraction…

…and wow, did your hospital always deliver.

The one piece of excitement to break up the registering monotony was the attending physician on call: Dr. Min. You never spoke a word to him, preferring to ogle him like every other female employee (and more often than not, the patients too). He was strikingly beautiful with slightly mussed blond hair and penetrating eyes softened by his gummy smile. He was physically astonishing, yes, but you also recognized that he was one of the only attendings that treated all the hospital employees equally. Although, there was one particular feature that plagued your mind most nights: his hands. The way his wide palms flooded into his long and firm fingers made arguing with the drunks worthwhile. Only God above knows how often you imagined those hands grasping your neck. As if to entertain your prayers, you have been blessed in that Dr. Min always works the overnight shifts for some unholy reason. At this point you’ve convinced yourself that that ethereal being is the only reason you continue working the overnight sift; otherwise you would have saved yourself countless hours of sleep and frustration.  

Snapping out of your recollection, you shake your head a little and look at the clock in the ER as it strikes 10 a.m. Your back was already aching in the creaky chair with you share a love/hate relationship. You had begun your day shift at 6 a.m., only to take on the night shift as well when one of your co-workers begged you to change with them. Being the ever-so kind and honestly broke soul that you are, you take it without a lot of convincing. Your eyes wondered about the relatively empty waiting room as you calculated how you would spend the five hours between your dayshift and overnight shift. You settle upon going home to take a shower and hopefully a short nap. Before you started drooling over the thought of your bed, the irritating squeak of a soccer mom with her cleated-up son snatched your attention. You huff as you fall into your chair and pull up a new registration form. You plaster the most convincing smile you can as you address her, “Yes ma’am, can I have the patient’s name please?”

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You awake to the blaring of your alarm and nearly throw your phone against the wall. You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you attempt to come out of the coma of a nap you fell into. You dress yourself in black work pants and a nice white shirt, at work you were required to wear business attire. You stumble to the bathroom to make yourself look somewhat presentable. Drunk people were brutally honest, and you had gotten enough rude comments about your tired appearance in the past. You make yourself some coffee and grab an apple as you head off for your overnight shift.  

You clock in at the hospital at 22: 30 sharp and begin to settle in at the desk to get your “day” started. After a few hours, you were surprised with how calm the shift had gone thus far. Granted, it was a weekday and people didn’t tend to drink and go as hard as they would on the weekends. You were currently taking a short break in the back room behind the desk when you hear a knock at the door. Your eyes flip to a computer on the counter expecting to see an alert for a patient needing to be registered. When no such notification appeared, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Another knock on the door drags your feet underneath you as you go to open the door. With widened eyes and a sucked in breath (can’t believe your body betrayed you), you greet the captivating gaze of Dr. Min. Realizing that you were just standing their gawking (good job being subtle), you address him.

“Oh-uh, hi, Dr. Min. Is there a patient I need to register?” You don’t fail to notice his deft fingers gripping a coffee cup in one hand. You mentally wipe your drool when he smiles at you and peers down at you.  

“No, I just came here to bring you some coffee.” He responded, waiting for you to take the steaming black liquid.  

You take the coffee with a grateful smile. You continue to stare at each other awkwardly until you realize that he’s waiting for you to let him into the room. In your haste, your slosh the scalding liquid on your hand as you pull the door open wider. You muffle a small yelp and watch curiously as he looks around the small space. The backroom was better described as a spacious closet with a couple chairs in the corner next to a counter in the back corner and a small bed lining a wall for the employees to rest when they have a break. The only other piece of furniture was a small cabinet next to the door where employees often kept little snacks and such. A computer which monitors patients waiting to be registered sits atop the small counter. There were no windows, only another door at the other end of the room which led to a small supply closet. You both make your way across the room and settle into the two chairs.  

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” His voice startled you when he interrupted the silence.

“Oh, well I’ve been working more of the morning shifts recently. I’m in charge of training new hires to do outpatient registration and insurance verification.” Gah, you sound lame.

“Then congratulations.” Dr. Min responded, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“Thank you, Dr. Mi—"

“—Please call me Yoongi” he interrupted. Fuck, if you could only manage to stop staring at his hands long enough to come up with something decent to add to the conversation. You were pathetic honestly. Too distracted by a simple appendage that you had yourself…oh, but not like his. You felt yourself growing wet just from wandering how good and different his fingers would feel deep inside your p—  

“—So I won’t be able to see that pretty face as often?” Interrupted again damn it.  

You blush fiercely “Huh? Oh, uh, well-no. No, not really, only if they need me to work overtime, or I cover someone’s shift…” This time your eyes lock onto the way he runs his thumb across his lower lip, and you lick your own lips from pure instinct.  

“So, let me ask you this…’ Yoongi starts, with a deeper drawl to his voice. “Why do you keep looking at my hands?” You choke slightly from two things. The first, being that he caught you. The second, to keep yourself from shouting that you are indeed staring because you’d like to try on his hand as a new necklace. You cover up best you can.

“I-uh, have always wondered if you play the piano because you have long fingers?” FUCK, you suck at this. I mean yes, that has been a passing thought, but there was no way he would buy that. He smirks at your flustered state.

“Hmmm, is that truly what you were wondering?” He says with knowing eyes. “The answer is easy then. I’ve played piano since I was young and have kept it up because it—relaxes—me.” He whispers the last words, giving you a pointed stare as he drags your chair closer to his. “Now, I’m no detective, but most people don’t blush and rub their thighs when they think of piano playing. Try again. Tell me what you’re actually thinking.” You can feel his thighs pressing against yours, but you can’t break his stare when your faces are mere inches apart. However, when you feel his hand (HIS HAND) make its journey across his thighs and onto your own, your eyes fly down to the point of contact. At your action, Yoongi moves both his palms onto your knees and slowly begins dragging them upwards. Licking his lips, he leans across until his breath on your ear sends chills down your spine.  

“You can tell me, dear,” he drawls in a low, sexy voice.

At this, you stilled completely. What was even going on? Where was this coming from? Wait, what were you thinking?? The most eligible bachelor in the entire hospital was hitting on you and you’re questioning it? Within seconds, you come to the conclusion that while you may still wake up from this dream at any moment, you didn’t want to waste the opportunity. With a newfound courage, you lock eyes with Yoongi.  

“I want you to choke me with your hands,” his grip on your thighs tighten, “and I want your fingers deep inside me.” You’re blushing fiercely, but your stare doesn’t waver. His lips turn up in a smirk at your juxtaposed reaction. The next few seconds turn into complete chaos.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Yoongi growls.

Next thing you know, one of his hands are tangling into your hair as he pulls you in by your neck to crush your lips against his. You only take a second for shock before you’re kissing him back just as eagerly. The kiss was aggressive but controlled, passionate but dominant as well. You chucked internally because of c o u r s e that’s how he kisses. You soon feel his tongue skimming against your lips, demanding entrance. Without objection, a groan escapes you as his tongue overcomes you, eager to conquer its newfound territory. However, just as you placed one of your hands on his chest, he abruptly pulls away. He steps his way across the room reaching for the door. For a split second you panic, thinking that you had done something wrong that made him want to leave. Just when you’re about to call out to him, his fingers find the doorknob and turn the lock. He turns back around to be faced with your shiny swollen lips and confused expression. He leans back against the door and answers the silent question in your eyes.

“It’s safer to make sure that no one will be able to walk in on us. You wouldn’t want any eyes peering, now would you kitten?” His gives you a small smirk which is quickly replaced by his darkening gaze. “Now get on the bed.”

You’re pretty sure your heart stopped completely at the pet name, but the increasing need for his touch reminded you to follow his demand. You quickly make your way over to sit on the edge of the bed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Seemingly pleased with your eager obedience, he strolls to come stand over you. Grabbing your jaw with his hand, he forced you to look up at him. “Are you sure this is what you want, kitten?”

It was obvious he knew the effect that name had on you as he lets out a small chuckle when you start rubbing your thighs together, desperate for any relief. He immediately stops your feeble attempts by slotting his leg in between your thighs.  

“I’ll help you, but I need a definite answer,” Yoongi glowered.

“Yes! Yes, gah please Yoongi,” you whine. You no longer care how desperate you sounded. You needed his hands on you. In response, he leans down to capture your lips with his, tongues intertwining immediately. He then begins to lean you backwards, crawling over you until your back is flat against the bed. With his thigh still between your legs and his mouth moving to suck on your neck, he takes the hand he’s not using for support and slowly begins to trail it until he’s gripping the bottom of your scrub top. He sucks harder at your neck as his hand moves its way back up your body, this time dragging your shirt along with it. Once he finally pulls the shirt off and over your head, he pulls farther away to take in the sight of you in your bra.  

“Just beautiful,” Yoongi whispers.  

While the small break did wonders for your ego, he returns to nibbling on your lips, your neck, your collarbone, anywhere he could bite onto. As soon as he unclasps and does away with your bra, He moves downward to pull a nipple into his mouth. You arch your back and let out a breathy moan as your hands fly to pull at the roots of his hair.  

“Oh my god, please Yoongi. I-I need—” you gasp. He releases your nipple with a pop.  

“Oh, does my kitten want more?” he responds with a sly grin.  

He then descends again to work on your other breast as one of his heavenly hands travels down to undo the buttons of your pants. Without warning or help, he yanks down your pants and continues to drag them off until they are discarded somewhere on the floor. He sucks in a breath at the sight of your white lace panties.  

“Fuck” he nearly moans.  

He rises above you onto his knees to strip himself of his white coat and scrub top. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your skull as you take in the sheer expanse of his flawless skin. Not allowing you much time to appraise him, he slides off your panties as those too join the abyss of discarded clothing. He groans when he sees the glistening on the inside of your thighs and can no longer hold control himself.  

As he crawls back on top of you, he captures both of your wrists with one hand in a tight hold above your head. Sucking on your body, leaving small purple bruises as he whispers sweet words of praise. He once more sucks your tongue into his mouth and kisses you deeply before he descends once more, pushing himself backward down the bed as he pulls your legs apart. His hands massage the inside of your thighs for a few moments before you suddenly feel his lips wrap around your clit. You scream out as one of your hands fly from above your head to pull at his hair. He groans at the response and the vibrations only spur you on further. Moans and encouraging pleas fall from your lips as he continues to ravage you as if he will never have another chance. Before long, he slides two of his long fingers deep inside you, beginning a scissoring motion as he slides them in and out ruthlessly. Unsurprisingly, it only takes seconds before he finds that special spot and has your body arching off the bed and you begging for release.  

“Yoongi, I’m sooo close" you moaned as your hand moves to dig your nails into his shoulder. He releases your clit and crawls upward, tongues clashing as he gives you a sloppy kiss; all while maintaining the merciless pace he had set with his fingers.  

“Fuck, you look so good like this, falling apart on my fingers” Yoongi moaned, impossibly increasing the speed at which he pumped his fingers inside of you. He leans in close to your ear to whisper,

“C’mon kitten, cum for me. Cum all over these hands you love so much.”

His words send you over the edge and your vision goes white as you cum harder than you have in months. He coaxes you through your orgasm, softly kissing you and purring more words of encouragement. Once you began to twitch from oversensitivity, he pulls his fingers out of you only to bring them up to his lips and suck them clean. Both of you come crashing back to reality; however, when his beeper begins to go off. He lets out a huff as he pulls off of you and goes to retrieve the device from his coat. After checking the message, he begins to pick his scrubs off the floor and dress himself.  

“One of my patients is suffering from tachycardia and the nurse wants me to make sure it’s nothing serious” he explains.

“Oh, I understand that. You’re a doctor, there’s always going to be someone who needs your help,” you flash him a cheesy grin in response to his eyeroll. After he finishes dressing, he gathers your clothes off the floor and hands them to you and he grips you and kisses you one more time. He pulls away after nibbling on your bottom lip and walks over to the door. He shoots you once last glance as he unlocks the door.

“Since you say that, you know I’d be more than willing to offer my services to—help—you anytime,” he winks, and before you could respond, he disappears back into the hallway, leaving you dumbfounded but satisfied. You felt like a proud scientist after their hypothesis is proved correct. His hands really were talented for more than just medical purposes. With that lasting thought, you throw your clothes on and return to the desk outside, acting as if you had merely taken a short nap. A short nap that left you with a stupid grin on your face and swollen lips. Yeah, you would definitely be requiring the services of the overnight attending from now on.  

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I loved the NSFW alphabet think with midoria and was wondering if you could make a Kaminari one too? Instant follow btw OMG love the writing

Oh my goodness! You are too kind love! Denki is my baby, hope you enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cuddle bug!!!! Denki wants nothing more to hold you close and make sure you’re okay. More often than not, he’ll feed you something before you drift off to get your energy back up. Something sweet like strawberries or chocolate, sometimes he’ll heat up Nutella and feed you by the spoonful while you binge reruns.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves all of you, but he especially loves your face and neck, you can become so expressive with your features if he pushes you just right. Denki loves you smile too, he’s a wholesome boy at heart. On himself however, he likes his hands and chest, after a couple of rough rounds he loves to feel your hair through his fingers and you snuggled up to the sound of his heartbeat

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Kaminari prefers to cum on your stomach or chest if he doesn’t cum in you, but it really depends on the day and how he’s feeling. From you on the other hand, Denki wants your cum all over him, coating his thighs and/or face makes him go wild.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants you to get a piercing below the waistline. Its completely your choice obviously, because Denki would never dare bringing it up. Something inside him wants you to feel a little extra jolt when he’s getting you off with his hands.  

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hah! No. Kaminari has watched his share of porn, but is still quite lacking in experience. He’s a fast learner though, he knows how to make you come undone and screaming his name.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Standard missionary does it for him, but it depends. If you two were cuddling and you both want to go at it, He’s not opposed to doing it on your sides. If Denki’s in a teasing mood, he’ll swing your legs over his shoulders to thrust into you deeper. Overall, he’s up for anything once. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

 Absolutely, Kaminari is a goofball to the core, giggly, goofy sex is just hwat he needs sometimes. It means a lot more to him than you might think, it means you’re comfatable enough to not only fuck around with him, but you can get a good laugh out as well.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

100% carpet matches the drapes, ita laughable. He shaves almost all of it, if he doesn’t, it gets all frizzy when he uses his quirk, which is often in the bedroom.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kaminari’s such the sweetheart!!! He’s a cheesy romantic but romantic nonetheless. He’s got the whole rose petal stage out of the way though, its the little things he uses to make you happy. He’ll rub out your sore spot whenever he can, he carries you bridal style every morning after, no matter your ability to walk, lastly without fail, after every orgasm he makes sure to shower you in adoration and kisses, because “You deserve them! You’re my everything (Y/N), and I don’t want you to forget that”

J = Jerk Off (How often, what are they thinking about, …)

All the time, twice in the shower, after a workout, during his break at the agency, just... so much. But! As his significant other, you somewhat control it, even if that means three rounds before breakfast and two after midnight, because of course he’s still horny. Or you know, a cock cage, but that’s up to you

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Overstimulating and edging are extremely common, if you edge the poor baby enough, Denki will beg for just about anything. Which leads to over stimulation, deep down Kaminari just wants to be used, milk him round after round until he’s crying cums from a simple touch... then keep going.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

As mentioned before, anywhere and everywhere, no place is too extreme. There are some strange ones though. On his agency’s roof in the middle of the day, Kirishima’s and Bakugou’s kitchen table, back in your UA days Aizawa’s desk, the cafeteria half an hour before lunch, the list goes on and on.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you scratch his scalp, squeeze him tighter in a hug, or touching his lips. Denki will try his best to control his urges, but if you persist, be ready for a fucking.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, being selfish is isn’t quite right, but its the jist. Denki wants you to himself, he wants to be the reason you’re getting off, not anyone else. Also anything to hurts you emotionally or physically. While he does use his quirk in bed, he’s gained enough control for you to trust him and to trust himself. But anything else close to hurting you is off the table.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Denki likes giving just a little more than receiving, as much as he loves the feeling of your hot tongue under his dick, he enjoys the way you whine, squirm and pant just a little more.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Denki’s a very bouncy boy, like, Pinkie Pie level bounce, half of it is his quirk, the other half is pure adrenaline ready to fuck 24/7. So if you’re crunched for time, Kaminari will leave your legs out of operation for the next three to five business days. But if you have no time restraints, his thrusts are a little sharper, has a tad more patience to tease the hell out of you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Kaminari is the king of of quickies, in the car ten minutes before an important hero event, in a supply closet at the agency, in the spare bedroom of a friend’s house at a party? All of them have been done and will continue to happen

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kaminari lives for the thrill, any chance you’ll get caught gets him off faster. “Hush baby, one squeak and someone could come in, imagine, they’ll see you dripping for me”, “Bite my shoulder (Y/N), we wouldn’t want anyone else to hear your moans, now do we?”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Denki tries his best to get you to your climax first, but besides that he can go an average of three to four rounds before he oversensitive. At that point, you don’t have to do anything more than bite his neck or grind down on him a little to get him to cum.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

So, so, so many. cock rings, strap-ons, vibrators, cuffs, rope, name it, you probably have it. The two of you go into your local shop at least twice a month, you now have a family discount just from being in there so often. you may or may not have bumped into Midnight herself more than once...that was a fun drive home

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kaminari teases when and where he finds it most inappropriate, which is just about everywhere. He’ll glide his arms up and down your chest and gnaw on your neck form behind, and leave three seconds later. If his arm in around your waist, chances are his thumb is under your waistband stroking your thigh.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Aside from plenty of dirty talk, Denki isn’t terribly loud. His pants and groans are about as loud as he gets, but if you’re whining or begging in the slightest, he will not shut up. Kaminari’s obviously pretty cocky, so make any sound telling him he’s doing something right, he’s going to tease you for every other word

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Not only is Denki a switch, it is extremely easy to get him to submit. He’s such an obedient sub too, he just wants to be good and get the most orgasms out of the both of you as possible, 12/10 pillow princess

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kaminari’s pretty average, about 6-7 inches when he’s fully hard. on the bright side, he can use his quirk with his dick, which is exciting to say the least.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

All. The Damn. Time. Ya’ll fuck like rabbits on the average weekday. If you’re around friends, he’ll press is hard-on into your ass, nuzzling your neck and running his thumbs along your waistline.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maybe thirty to forty-five minutes, Kaminari is pretty sleepy afterwards, which makes him even more sappy, As soon as your’e asleep and content, he’ll doze off too

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9th November >> Mass Readings (USA)

Feast of the Dedication of the Lateran Basilica 

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(When a Feast of the Lord is celebrated on a weekday there is only one reading before the Gospel, which may be chosen from either the first or second reading. (This rule is not followed in the United States, so two separate readings are shown here))

First Reading

Ezekiel 47:1-2, 8-9, 12

I saw water flowing from the temple, and all who were touched by it were saved.

The angel brought me back to the entrance of the temple, and I saw water flowing out from beneath the threshold of the temple toward the east, for the façade of the temple was toward the east; the water flowed down from the southern side of the temple, south of the altar. He led me outside by the north gate, and around to the outer gate facing the east, where I saw water trickling from the southern side. He said to me, “This water flows into the eastern district down upon the Arabah, and empties into the sea, the salt waters, which it makes fresh. Wherever the river flows, every sort of living creature that can multiply shall live, and there shall be abundant fish, for wherever this water comes the sea shall be made fresh. Along both banks of the river, fruit trees of every kind shall grow; their leaves shall not fade, nor their fruit fail. Every month they shall bear fresh fruit, for they shall be watered by the flow from the sanctuary. Their fruit shall serve for food, and their leaves for medicine.”

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 46:2-3, 5-6, 8-9

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

God is our refuge and our strength,    an ever-present help in distress. Therefore, we fear not, though the earth be shaken    and mountains plunge into the depths of the sea.

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

There is a stream whose runlets gladden the city of God,    the holy dwelling of the Most High. God is in its midst; it shall not be disturbed;    God will help it at the break of dawn.

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

The LORD of hosts is with us;    our stronghold is the God of Jacob. Come! behold the deeds of the LORD,    the astounding things he has wrought on earth.

R/ The waters of the river gladden the city of God, the holy dwelling of the Most High!

Second Reading

1 Corinthians 3:9c-11, 16-17

You are God’s temple.

Brothers and sisters: You are God’s building. According to the grace of God given to me, like a wise master builder I laid a foundation, and another is building upon it. But each one must be careful how he builds upon it, for no one can lay a foundation other than the one that is there, namely, Jesus Christ.

   Do you not know that you are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwells in you? If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy that person; for the temple of God, which you are, is holy.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Gospel Acclamation

2 Chronicles 7:16

Alleluia, alleluia. I have chosen and consecrated this house, says the Lord, that my name may be there forever. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

John 2:13-22

Jesus was speaking about the temple of his Body.

Since the Passover of the Jews was near, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. He found in the temple area those who sold oxen, sheep, and doves, as well as the money-changers seated there. He made a whip out of cords and drove them all out of the temple area, with the sheep and oxen, and spilled the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables, and to those who sold doves he said, “Take these out of here, and stop making my Father’s house a marketplace.” His disciples recalled the words of Scripture, Zeal for your house will consume me. At this the Jews answered and said to him, “What sign can you show us for doing this?” Jesus answered and said to them, “Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up.” The Jews said, “This temple has been under construction for forty-six years, and you will raise it up in three days?” But he was speaking about the temple of his Body. Therefore, when he was raised from the dead, his disciples remembered that he had said this, and they came to believe the Scripture and the word Jesus had spoken.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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3, 17, 28 for The Kid

3. What does your oc’s voice sound like? (Or, if you have one, what’s their voice claim?)  Can they sing, whistle, or roll their r’s? Do they have any speech impediments or notable dialects/accents?

This is a tricky one for me cause I tend to think of dialog in words and not, like, voices? 

The quick joke answer is: he sounds like the text to speech voices from moon base alpha (aeiou, football!), the long answer is: he sounds young, infact his voice is what gives him away as a young adult, with how much he covers himself up + his taller than normal height for his age most people would assume he is just a skinny weird adult, but as soon as he starts talking people are like oh! You are child? (also some npc’s call you kid, but also all enemy npc’s fight on sight, so voice= young, looks = adult). again I'm not the best at imagining voices but I would say the singer Hobo Johnson sounds pretty close? especially in his live from London version of I want a dog. also his voice is always a little muffled due to his helmet.

The kid can sing well enough, but they’re not planning to hit the tops showroom any time soon, they mostly sing along with the radio while walking the long, dry roads of the Mojave, also the kids got a bad brain for memorization so learning all the words to a song is out of the question, this doesn't really bother the kid too much though, and they supplement any forgotten words with hums and whistles.

The kid doesn't have any distinct accent besides like generic American, but he does pick up and use slang often, give him a week in any population and he will have picked up all he needs to sound like he lived there his whole life, this works well for him for most part, but some groups (BOS) that don't like outsiders find it off putting or disingenuous. additionally he defaults to formal and polite speech with strangers, but with friends he relaxes a bit more, you'll know if you made it into his inner circle if you hear him drop a swear.

17. If your oc had a social media page, what would it be like? What would they post about? How much personal information would they feel comfortable posting on it? How often would they update it?

The Kid would be one of those mysterious blogs that seems to know everyone yet only posts very specific posts in bursts at like 3 AM on a weekday. Like weeks of radio silence then all of a sudden you see a post of the kid hanging out at the lucky 38 talking about how weird carpets are conceptually, then two days later a picture from inside the legion fort talking about how he argued with Antony about how dogs shouldn't be for fighting, a month of silence before they post pictures of themselves with surgical scars drinking pure, unfiltered tremble like it was sunset sarsaparilla. In short the Kid would be the epidemy of the cryptid blogger, all the while being completely unaware of how weird there life is from an outside perspective.

28. What’s your favorite thing about this oc?

The Kid holds a strange symbolism to me. I have been posting art online for a while now, but my relationship towards posting online was always that of giving, I drew fan art of both games and OC’s that I liked cause that's how I express my love for them! I never expected anything back from these interactions, so the first time I saw someone else draw the Kid I was over the moon! It was validating beyond belief to know that my characters could exist outside of myself, that other people saw that I was doing and liked it enough to spark there own creativity. In many ways I have you, Fallout-Lou-Begas, to thank for my all time favorite tumblr interaction ever, that being the long thread that came from the Kid and Shotgun Kelly skeet shooting bottles, its wild to me that 4 different people saw that and thought to add there own characters to that small little story. If it wasn't for how kind and friendly you had been, I doubt I would have had the courage to draw my own character interacting with another's.

so to TLDR all this, my favorite thing about the Kid is that they showed me that I can make things that could be liked by more than just myself.

also motorcycle helmets are rad.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #my oc #ask #long post #the kid #thanks for the questions fallout-lou-begas!

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Retrouvailles (part 2)

Jumin x MC fanfic (1122 words)

Part 1

over all summary: MC is the Singer at her Family’s wine bar called “retrouvailles”. Jumin Han corporate heir has fallen for her voice and decided to pursue a relationship with the Jazz and swing singer despite his usual distaste for romance. they face the challenges of press interference and hearsay, as they explore the waters of new romance.

Chapter summary: Jumin and MC have arranged to meet for a non-date to discuss the possibility of a future date. MC explains her concerns and Jumin see’s a softer and more genuine side of her. one he hopes to see more of. 

Retrouvallies feature song presentation: lady armstong cover of Mr. Brightside

authors note: sorry its short and not much happens >.< i really think its important that MC explain her fears and that Jumin hear her reasons for wanting to keep everything on the DL also like i got really lost in Jumin just experiencing a younger and more lively crowd since its not his normal scene, also i hope y’all are enjoying reading this even a quarter as much as i enjoy writing it. I’m sure i look crazy speaking MC’s lines to myself as i drive in my car alone to work but its fun.  oh also the name of the bar is a french term that refers to the feeling of reuniting with a loved one after a long time and is directly translated to reunion. IDK it just seemed classy and feel good.

Retrouvailles was far busier on Fridays than Jumin was used to. Absent where the familiar faces of the regulars that came to enjoy MC’s singing, replaced instead by a slightly younger crowd eager to celebrate yet another work week passed. For all the class it held it was easy on weekdays to forget that Retrouvailles was still a bar that come weekend, it’s nights would be filled with a slightly more wild clientele focused more on venting the weeks frustrations than winding down quietly. if he were being honest he would say he preferred the more relaxed Thursday crowd of familiar strangers, he had never seen eye to eye with people who worked to live rather than lived to work after all. The raucous chatter aggravated a headache that had started from a difficult business deal only an hour previous. He raised his hand to rub at his temple when a waitress approached him.

“Mr.Han? if you don’t mind MC has actually saved you a booth I could take you there if you like.” Jumin felt the smallest hint of joy bubble with in him at the thought that MC had set aside space for him, he wondered absently if she had made the arrangements to secure them a quiet area so they could talk. He nodded politely as the waitress led him to a booth just to the side of the stage tucked away from the bulk of the crowd. She had thought of everything it seemed as he spied a dark bottle of wine already chilling in an ice bucket ready to be served.  

As he sat, the waitress poured his glass of wine and spoke gently “MC has selected a Douro red port for this evening and she asked me to tell you that she will join you after the show begins if you don’t mind waiting.”

“of course thank you for showing me over” he could see the waitress blush a bit and absently wondered what MC would look like blushing like that. He shook his head slightly to refocus himself and sipped his glass as he watched the crowd from afar. Soon enough the music began and he shifted his focus to the stage. MC was not singing tonight he knew but Retrouvailles was known for its live music every night and apart of him was curious as to who could take MC’s place on such a big night. They called themselves The Lady Armstrongs and they were good, but he missed the smoky velvet that was MC’s signature.

Half way through the second song he heard a familiar voice just behind him. “miss me already? You look a little bored.” She teased her voice cutting through the sound of the bar to ring clear in his ears.

“I’ll admit it’s nice to hear your voice again”

“carful now Jumin or that silver tongue is gonna get you in trouble”

“oh really” he countered in the same teasing cadence “it’s served me well so far” she chuckled and the sound of her laugh rolled over him like gentle waves.

“you certainly are confident” there was no bite in her words he noted, as she sat down.

“I see no reason not to be” he replied, and it was true he knew his worth, his strengths and weaknesses, he had come to terms with them all and found no point in playing at insecurity.

“good point.” She laughed resting her forearms on the table between them leaning forward slightly to begin pouring herself a glass of wine “oh! I see you’ve already tasted the wine do you like it? You seemed to enjoy your port yesterday and I know this is supposed to be one of the best of its vintage”

“it’s exquisite, thank you” he smiles lifting his glass in a casual toast before she took her first sip of wine.

“Good” she sighs, a bit of nervous tension relieved at his words “ah I um I thought about your, offer”

“and your decision?”

“surely you must know that a relationship with you comes with a lot of baggage” she sipped nervously at her wine eye’s locked on the table between him.

“baggage?” he prompted. If this was a rejection he would make her say it clearly, he deserved that much at least. She was watching the wine swirl in her glass as a means to avoid his gaze which was locked on her.

“I’m not a media darling, Jumin. I like the spotlight but only when I sing. I’m worried about what would happen if word got out that you were dating me. What happens to C&R or Retrouvailles? As much as I’d like to pretend that it would all be sunshine and daffodils, I know better.”

“so your saying no?” he asked. He understood her hesitance, she was right about the media complicating things. He had seen it with his father far too many times when his father would fall for women who were using him they would twist the media to suit their purposes. A story leaked here a picture spread there, a scandal rarely affected C&R too much, but Retrouvailles was small and a scandal could put them out of business. Still he had to fight the disappointment in his voice as he tried to make himself the impassive emotionless man so many claimed him to be. He could tell by the look in MC’s eye’s he had failed though.

“that’s just it, I don’t want to say no.” it was then that she finally locked eyes with him and suddenly her cheeks were a ruddy red but her hand was on his trying to keep him from pulling away as he had been about to do. “what I want to say is, can we get to know each other privately? I mean would you mind terribly if we kept our names out of the papers?” something in her tone felt so raw he knew there was no way he could refuse her even if he wanted to.

“I wouldn’t mind at all” he could see her shoulder sag and hear the smile in her voice when she spoke again.

“thank you” he wasn’t sure he had ever heard someone sound so genuine in his life. Later if he was asked when he truly fell for her, he would cite this moment. The genuine smile and gratitude she offered him for something so immaterial and inconsequential wrapped his hear in emotion before he could even decipher its meaning. He could feel her hand still on some part of him registered the smile that crept on his face without his permission. Had he ever struggled not to smile before her? He didn’t think so.

#mysme #mm #mystic messenger #jumin #jumin han #jumin x mc #mysme jumin #jumin mm #retrouvailles AU

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👀 robin

SEND A SYMBOL FOR…👀 a time my muse told a lie:

So, there’s been another cancelled article or something? Considering you’re online and around, that is. 

Marius’ message was direct and mainly on point, as him being around on a Tuesday morning (in his case) wasn’t usually part of his weekly schedule – although it often changed depending on where in the world he happened to be and whatever tasks were ahead of him. This week, however, was one that shouldn’t have kept him at his hotel and a faint feeling of shame crept through his skin as he exhaled and pulled the laptop closer to himself; remembrance of a shady and wishful Sunday night keeping him company and clogging his head with the notion that skipping out on this week was something of a charity, a way to score some points and gain the favors of a person that every so rarely made a comeback into his life. 

R: “haha yeah you could say that my guide ended up sick :/ unlucky me right??? you cant plan these things tho it happens. whats up tho its still weekday so is it like evening over at europe?” 

The lie slipped his fingers like a smooth stick of butter, as it was one he had entered many times before whenever he had happened to “cancel” his weekly plans for casual and unlucky reasons. It wasn’t as if anyone, especially not Marius, could dig around and sniff out anything suspicious about a person being sick. Of course it was bitter pill to lie to someone as close to him as his best friend, but the fear of him – or anyone else – finding out this straight up game he seemed to be playing with his ex was greater than his will to be open and honest. 

They didn’t need to know, had no reason to know, and he certainly wasn’t going to make a bigger deal out of it than it needed to be. It wasn’t as if it happened often, right? Only sometimes and Robin found himself being far too much of an opportunist to wave of his chances to get close to someone that he yet liked… well, loved. To give someone else your ideas now and then wasn’t bad, it was supposed to be a good thing -- sharing, caring and all those wonderful things that lead to them liking you more. At least that was what he wanted to believe and repeat until those nagging feelings within turned into something positive instead. 

M: “No, you can’t but as long as you have a back-up of sorts you should be fine, unless you’re planning on taking some time off instead. It’s evening alright, got back home roughly two hours ago and I’m exhausted but maybe we can do a call once I’ve had some dinner? Might as well catch up now when you’re free.”

There was a scoff, happy and pleased, as he read the next answer and he found himself relaxing a bit. The Sunday slip was done and over with, he had better things to worry or focus on until he could catch sight of him again; and spending some time with another person he held dear spoke higher than most. 

R: “im thinking about it and you can totes help me brainstorm! :) but sure!! imma go get some lunch myself so how about an hour from now?? today is gon b a lazy day i can feel that one in my bones. see ya soon

@alicemorganwrites 

#meme: robin stenmark #brotp: dumb and dumber #i mean what else would he lie about omg #most other things are.... kept secrets not lies he says

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Unintended Consequences of Strict Drug Laws

By: Victoria Bartholomew 

Everyone knows that you live life dealing with the consequences of your own actions, whether good or bad. Everything that you do has a consequence to it, even if it is a good consequence. However, majority of people automatically associate the negative connotation of consequence when they encounter that word.  

Though consequences can be either good or bad, they can also be unintended. Sounds kind of odd right? Hear me out and think about it in the sense of strict parents. Having parents that love and care for you is essential for having a good upbringing. Your parents think they are doing what is best for you by being harsher with their punishments as well having full control and restricting a lot of things that other parents allow their kids to do. Things like go to parties or stay the night at friends' houses on weekdays. Things that are so normal for some, are exotic adventures for others.

Now I am sure you are thinking, “okay well what does this have to do with unintended consequences?” and that is where it becomes interesting. If a teenager lives under stricter rules in their household, then it can cause them to become rebellious and sneaky, causing them to lie in order to get what they want. Strict parents seem to create some of the sneakiest kids. 

You might be wondering if I am stating this from personal experience, and all I can say to that is its entirely up to your imagination.  

Which leads me to my next point, having strict parents causes unintended consequences and so does having strict drug laws. What you may or may not know is that the stricter the drug laws, the harder the war on drugs becomes.  

However, what is the war on drugs and how do strict drug laws, unintended consequences and this war all tie together? Glad you asked, let’s get into it, then shall we?  

War On Drugs- A Little History  

All the facts presented to you can be found at https://www.drugpolicy.org/issues/brief-history-drug-war 

We are the Drug Policy Alliance.  

Did you know that a lot of current illegal drugs have been used for thousands of years for different purposes? Did they ever teach you in school about how cocaine used to be commonly used by dentist as an anesthetic for their patients?  

I remember learning about that story in high school as well as college. However, drugs such as cocaine and marijuana, psychedelics and opium became illegal over time and are all currently illegal except for medicinal use of marijuana in some states.

According to We are the Drug Policy Alliance  

All the fact in this next segment can be found at https://www.drugpolicy.org/issues/brief-history-drug-war

In the early 1900’s the first anti-cocaine law was put into place. This law was directed towards African American men within the South and in the 1910’s as well as 20’s anti-marijuana laws were created within the Midwest as well as Southwest.  

This new law was directed towards Mexican migrants as well as Mexican Americans. These drug laws were all target to races that were not Caucasian, which has portrayed this idea of drug laws being directed towards minority groups mostly.  

All fact credit goes to https://www.drugpolicy.org/issues/brief-history-drug-war We are the Drug Policy Alliance.  

Did you know that President Nixon was the individual who declared the war on drugs? Me either, but it happened in June of 1971.  

According to the We are the Drug Policy Alliance President Nixon took drastic measures when he declared the war on drugs. He increased law enforcement efforts to have a higher presence of the federal drug control agencies as well as pushing for no-knock warrants as well as mandatory sentences. However, he was advised that marijuana possession and distribution for personal uses should be decriminalized but he did not care too much for that recommendation.  

Over time there was a period when states started to decriminalize marijuana possession, but just as soon as that started, it ended. Parents started to become very concerned with the number of young teens that were using marijuana and the law shifted back to focusing on making marijuana illegal. By the 1980’s and 90’s incarceration rates to skyrocket due to the enlargement of the drug war.

At this time Ronald Reagan was in this term, and within his presidency it stated the long period of increased incarceration rates that lead to over 400,000 individuals to be put behind bars for nonviolent drug offenses according to Betsy Pearl. This created the notion for the zero tolerance policies within the mid-to-late 1980’s and programs such as Dare were implement and quickly adopted throughout America, even with there being deficiency of any evidence that it was in any way effective.

The information that I have given by Betsy Pearl can be supported at  

https://www.americanprogress.org/issues/criminal-justice/reports/2018/06/27/452819/ending-war-drugs-numbers/

With drugs laws being so strict, it seemed to create more problems than it solved in terms of the war on drugs.  

Why Is This a Big Deal? Don’t We Have More Important Things to Worry About?  

A lot of issues arise when it comes to the war on drugs, a lot of them are obvious right off the back, while others tend to get look over. It is no secret at this point that most people have caught onto the racial disparities within the judicial system, not just in terms of the war on drugs.  

It gets portrayed within the media when there are cases of police brutality as well as shows about death row and the individuals who swear they were wrongly accused of the crime. This same issue arises when dealing with the war on drugs, because it seems that the laws seem to coincide with racial disparities.  

It is no secret that African American men are more likely than Caucasian men to get arrested for drug-related charges. This sadly might not surprise a lot of people; it might honestly not surprise anyone really.  

So why is this a big deal? It is a big deal because it disproportionately puts individuals behind bars and treats one group unfairly to such a miserable extent. The judicial system receives a lot of backlash when it comes to funding, because people do not understand the real cost of jails and prisons.  

There is an overall bias when it comes to drug users and jails. As I have learned over my four years of college, many people want to get these individuals off the streets and just let them rot in jail. People do not care to look at just how much of an impact this has on society not only socially, but also economically.  

What individuals might not realize is that it cost the hard-working taxpayers more money to keep people in jail.  Besty Pearl stated that in 2015 it was found that the federal government spent $9.2 million dollars a day just to keep people with drug-related charges locked up.  

You can read more about what Betsy Pearl has to say about all of this in the following link.  

https://www.americanprogress.org/issues/criminal-justice/reports/2018/06/27/452819/ending-war-drugs-numbers/

Even without having to do the math of how much that would cost the American people annually, it comes out to a ridiculously massive number.  

Do you remember how early I talked about these “unintended consequences”? Well the annual cost for the American people is one of those unintended consequences caused from the war on drugs. The government, when they started the war on drugs, did not intend for the increase in drug-related arrest to cause a financial burden on the hard-working taxpayers.  

However, it is a very heavy financial burden, as well as does nothing to help with reduction of substance abuse and misuse. If anything, according to Betsy Pear, it has been linked with increased overdoses for individuals once they are released from jail. This is another unintentional consequence to strict drug laws and the war on drugs. It was never the government's intention for individuals to have higher risks of dying once they are released from prison for drug-related charges.  

It is just something that came out of what seemed like a promising end to a drug crisis. The governments intentions were to get drugs off the streets and reduce the rate of crime caused by drugs, but it seems that instead it only created more problems.  

So, What Does It All Mean? What are all the unintended consequences?

It might strike you as confusing when trying to decipher what all of this is supposed to mean. What I am trying to explain is that having strict drug laws is not an effective way to reduce drug-related crime and only causes more issues than it fixes. It gives police a gateway to racial profiling and gives minorities unfair advantages within a court of law.

It causes higher incarceration rates for crimes that are not nearly as dangerous or threatening. It increases drug related crime since people can not report any actions taken against them to authorities. It keeps the black market running, since more serious drug users will do what they need to get their fix. These are all consequences I would hope that the government never intended to happen when trying to reduce the drug use in America.

References

1.“A Brief History of the Drug War.” Drug Policy Alliance. Accessed May 9, 2020.                                                         https://www.drugpolicy.org/issues/brief-history-drug-war.

2.Pearl, Betsy. “Ending the War on Drugs: By the Numbers.” Center for American Progress. Accessed May 9, 2020. https://www.americanprogress.org/issues/criminal-justice/reports/2018/06/27/452819/ending-war-drugs-numbers/.

3. “Drug Policy.” Criminal Justice Policy Foundation. Accessed May 9, 2020.                                                           https://www.cjpf.org/drug-policy.

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stellaluna • viktoria “vik” • aaland s u l l i v a n

icy breezes float across naked flesh as melodies coated in melancholia float across stale air. useless factoids trail across their mind, she traces patterns against florals sitting in tepid water. she strokes the neck of an empty champagne bottle, shatters it against marble. they say it’s all too much, the thought beckons bumps to rise against her skin.

d e m o g r a p h i c s

full name: stellaluna viktoria “vik” aaland

age: twenty-one 

sexuality: bisexual 

gender: demiwoman / she & they

major & minor: psychology ( major ) & anthropology ( minor )

♪ icy — kim petras

family • history • connections • plots  under the cut & exhaustive

f a m i l y

                father ( adoptive / deceased )                                   mother ( adoptive )                    peter aaland ( sol invictus )                             camille aaland ( née bordelais )

                                                    grandmother ( adoptive )                                      vikoria “angelique” bordelais ( née eriksson )

( cancer / death tw for everything below this warning )

• their father was a musician who went by the alias “sol invictus” ( after the roman sun god ), his band, invincible, was extremely successful in the late eighties / early nineties and has some classics ( the most helpful comparison i have for sol is kurt cobain mixed with alex turner and flung back to the 90s. )

he was diagnosed with cancer when vik was a child, and became involved with a faith healer and his cult ( the sun’s chosen children ) before his death. after his death, there was a vicious battle over his estate, as he left everything to the cult and its manipulative leader. this is a dark chapter of vik’s life, and she didn’t entirely understand what was going on due to her young age, just that her father was dead and it ruined her mother. sol’s involvement with the chosen children was the subject of much tabloid gossip, and so was the legal battle.

• her mother was a model and the daughter of a swedish-french film star ( the original viktoria ) who married an “english screenwriter with a french name.” camille is very fond of horses and horse racing and has spent large parts of her life on stud farms ( including her own parents’ stud in england, where her mother retired to ), and currently lives on one in mexico, somewhat close to mexico city.

• viktoria is adopted, she was born in sweden  ( which both of her adoptive parents had a connection to ) and placed for adoption by her birth parents shortly after. they don’t particularly care to know anything about their birth parents, and haven’t made any effort to seek them out. they were adopted when they were two years old, so they retain some vague memories of the orphanage, but they can’t speak swedish anymore.

h i s t o r y

places lived

stockholm ( childhood )

tokyo ( childhood )

los angeles / new york city ( childhood )

oxfordshire ( childhood / as a teenager )

mexico city / valley of mexico ( as a teenager )

paris ( to attend the paris opera’s ballet academy, as a teenager )

important / helpful information

being a rockstar’s child had its difficulties and successes. vik was always the coolest child in any given room ( at least, by default ) but she spent most of her childhood in impermanent places: tokyo ( two years while sol & invincible were recording a reunion album ), los angeles and nyc ( whenever her father’s profession demanded it ), oxfordshire with her mother and grandmother, stockholm for a few years post-adoption. they never made many real friends, and cultivated a reputation for being just like silk ( pretty and difficult to hold onto ) over time. they’re used to being alone.

dancing, particularly classical ballet, was their first love. they took their first class in tokyo when they were still very young, and they were good. when she was dancing, vik wasn’t someone else’s child, she was her own person, with her own passions. after their father’s death, their mother became despondent ( especially as the legal battle was lost ) and they needed to get away, so they used some of their talent and a lot of nepotism to audition for the paris opera’s ballet academy ( one of the best in the world. ) not that they’ll admit to the nepotism. from age 12-17 vik lived alone in paris, attending the academy and going by her mother’s maiden name ( bordelais ) in order to deny any connection to their father. 

vik stopped dancing when she was 18, after she moved back in with her mother after her grandmother’s death ( without her, her mother would have been completely alone, so it was necessary, and repayment for the five years of freedom she had been afforded. ) but dancing remains their first, and currently only, love, and she still does it. just not under the eyes of any teacher.

their gender expression is hyper feminine ( lots of glitter and neon ) but this doesn’t mean they’re a woman. vik identifies as demigender ( specifically a demiwoman / demigirl ) and came to the realisation that she was not fully comfortable with her identity was a girl for the first time after her father’s death. they don’t particularly care to explain it more than “you can be feminine without being female.” anyone who comes into proximity of her is aware of her pronouns and identification. 

they didn’t want to go to providence. when they were applying, they were disgusted by the enormous wealth and privilege that surrounded them ( nevermind how often she uses hers ) and found it repulsive. but providence was the best school and the easiest to bribe, and in the end, the college was very, very far from mexico city.

in their first semester, they mostly kept to themself, keeping their head down so no one would ask questions about who they were or where they came from. but in her second semester, vik started performing again: she had a third story window, a highly fuckable toned body, and she missed ballet. egged on enough times by partygoers struggling through snow or melt, they would take to their window, a silhouette of a person, smooth bare skin and mystery. performing became parties. parties became more parties. being a partygoer became being sol invictus’ child.

they’re in a constant state of reinvention. are they a good student, or just rich and the child of someone famous ? does she like the endless bacchanalia and orgiastic weekdays, or is it all she knows at this school ? what the fuck is vik going to do with themself after graduating with the degree they don’t care about ? don’t ask.

tldr no one understands what she’s doing, let alone her. & they have a reputation as the person to go to for a party.

c o n n e c t i o n s  ( q u i c k f i r e )

champagne prince(ss): someone vik parties with, possibly a procurer of illicit substances, they have a soft spot ( possibly romantic ) for them

twisted sibling: horribly toxic relationship that consists mostly of egging each other on and fucking each other up 

cheat sheet: vik doesn’t like to study, so they’re her go-to “study partner.” aka, the person she bribes to help her ( aka.... write her papers for her )

invincible ? don’t know them: someone who’s a fan of vik’s father’s band / knows all the gossip and is intrigued by why it was like to grow up as sol’s child

no danes allowed: international kids club ? ( aside: idk what citizenship vik even has lol ? i just realised this ! )

p l o t s 

cause of you, now my heart is so icy ( former lover / enemy / angst / pining / fuck it )

vik’s first real relationship, started at providence, probably in second year ? very intense, ended really, really badly ( think public shouting matches. ) occasionally, always, in moments of weakness, they miss this person immensely, and considering going back / taking them back. she doesn’t even remember why it ended in the first place, at this point. ( but some part of vik also knows it will end in the same fiery crash if they try again. )

this could also be platonic because losing friends ? painful.

gave me something to believe in  ( member of or close to / fascinated by the sun’s chosen children cult )

for the most part, the cult that their mother is certain played a role in killing their father hasn’t played a role in vik’s life in years ( beside camille aaland’s refusal to say its name of the name of its leader. ) but new york is a big place, and the internet is strange and vast, so this plot involves someone who is a member of, or close to someone who is a member of, or is interested in the sun’s chosen children ( a “self help group” dedicated to spiritual healing and the abandonment of modern medicine, in actuality a cult. ) vik still carries a lot of resentment for what they did to her mother and some small part of them fears the chosen children. so living / partying / studying in close proximity to someone who is involved with them is probably not going to end well.

don’t search me in here, i’m already gone baby ( “perfect match” / counterpart / mystery )

someone vik is highly interested in ( platonically / romantically / sexually / whatever, 22 year olds are dumb ). they feel like every time they try to get close to this person, they slip away, which is something vik has a lot of practice doing herself. she doesn’t like it being turned back on her, and she’s starting to run out of patience for them.

... but not yet. 

i ain’t ever gonna settle ( patron / private shows / throwing parties so one person will come / ideal / disaster in the making )

dancing is such a big part of vik’s life, and stopping their dance career may be one of the few things they actually regret. this person is vik’s “dance partner” and “patron”, someone who always encourages her to dance for / with them ( sometimes in private, wink, but as always this could be platonic ) and whose approval she craves for no reason she could name. they’re stumbling towards being dependent on this person, and it’s not going to end well, but for right now, it’s passionate and full of feelings and admiration and divine adoration. 

#tag later it's so late #provintro #no proofreading we die like idiots #♡ | about