#hate being an adult who has to contact companies

[cassandralexxx]

I just had to call the florist on behalf of my sorority.

and now after talking to one florist I have to wait for a call back from the other florist at the shop 😖

#mylife #I hate talking on the phone #So scary #i have to make business dealings 😭 #Greek life #university #hate being an adult who has to contact companies

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I am not the asshole, and I think this whole thing is stupid, but I was promised that if I sent my side of things to this blog I could pick the hotel for our honeymoon, and I am marrying a man who once tried to take me BACKPACKING of all things, so this ask has become a necessity. In light of that:

AITA (I'm NOT) for planning the seating for our wedding in a logical way?

I got engaged in June, apparently in part because of my partner writing in to this blog (I don't know how to find or link to his posts, but I'm the man who got the cat to bite him, if that rings any bells?). At any rate, for the past ten weeks, I've been in the beginning stages of planning our wedding with my fiance, whom I have been secretly attempting to remove from the planning process as much as possible. I have ALREADY been given a list of his must-haves, and I AM incorporating as many of them as our budget allows. This has NOTHING to do with the emotional side of the event, and EVERYTHING to do with the fact that this is an idiot with no real planning experience or taste who thinks he knows more than me.

For the most part, this has worked very well. I'm the one who's been collating all the contact information for things, so I just replaced all the emails for the tacky companies with false addresses, responded to his inquiries as the companies to say the date was already booked or the price was outside our budget, and let him filter his way to the ones I DO like on his own. I also made a fuss about being "willing to compromise" on the few things he's picked I'm completely fine with in the hopes I can use it to make him compromise later, and have been humming portions of the songs I want on the playlist in the hopes he'll think he came up with the idea to include them himself.

None of this is the real problem. The PROBLEM is that he is deliberately ruining my seating chart, by moving our horrible friend's seat when I'm not looking.

The man in question dated both of us at one point in our VERY early 20s (both ended BADLY), is generally the messiest person we know, and will almost certainly get sloppy drunk and try to make a speech IF he does make an appearance. I'm banking on the fact that he won't, because he's also ridiculously wealthy, and will almost certainly send us some very lavish gift in lieu of coming.

He is SUPPOSED to be sitting beside my fiances aunt, at the same table as his grandmother, his work friend, and her girlfriend, because all four of these women are stone cold terrors who I believe are more than capable of keeping him in line on the slim chance he does come. My fiance INSISTS they won't be able to have any fun if they're running interference all night, and keeps moving him to sit at the head table instead. You know, where WE are. I finally caught him switching the label magnets on my planning board last night, and confronted him.

I tried leveraging how much I've been compromising already, that he's almost certainly going to RSVP no, and that I shouldn't have to deal with him on our big night. My fiance said he knew about all the fake emailing and such, and told me, and I QUOTE: "Look, the mind game shit was hot when it was just about the colour scheme or whatever, but I actually care about this. So you can suffer with everybody else, or you can do the normal thing and not invite a guy you hate to our wedding, you weirdo."

I said that if I did that, it would take out half his groomsmen, he called me an asshole and said I should go explain this to "literally any rational adult" so they could tell me I was in the wrong, and now here we are.

Would you recommend calling my fiance's bluff, since he doesn't want the man sitting near us either? Or should I focus on ensuring he'll turn down the invitation no matter what, so the matter of where he WON'T be sitting can be a moot point?

What are these acronyms?

Original post

The update

#aita #am i the asshole #the saga of proposal anon

[sineating]

no because it is all about the tiny broken cracking voices and the shaking and the eye contact and the tenderness from these older adults who have known these kids since they were babies being raised to be adults and now for the first time they ARE just scared helpless little kids. but nothing stops. and they have to handle the company. and someone has to take over. and everyone hates everyone else and there will be no time for anyone to grieve because now its the cutthroat ceo hunger games. and connor had an empty wedding and they'll force him to pull from the election and he'll kill himself. and kendall and roman and siobhan will have to lose every familial parental figure they had.

#god. #succession #succession spoilers

[june-again]

1k. (suggestive) misunderstandings, platonic. gn!reader.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

Of all the questions you expected Kaveh the Architect to ask you on what you had supposed to be a first date, this was not among them. Indeed, being the juxtaposing type of question you’d expect any sane suitor to ask, it was flabbergasting, and you could hardly think of a reply to combat this. Your jaw dropped and you peered into his ruby eyes, searching the jewels for a saving clue.

“You can be honest,” he continued bewilderingly. “That’s why I wanted to properly meet you for coffee. So that we could talk like adults.”

No, of all the questions you anticipated coming from someone who had asked you to meet for coffee “as soon as possible,” bringing “just yourself,” this was not among them. But maybe it should have been. The urgent nature of it all may have been a clear enough indicator, had you paid attention. A bit awkwardly you realized how far off your assumptions about this all had been. To think that you’d thought he was trying to get into your pants. Taking you on a date first like an adult. Not asking you to coffee just to talk like one.

Finding no answers in his eyes, you settled your gaze on your joe and pondered. Then at last, with much less certainty than you had intended, you responded, “I… don’t.”

“You don’t what?”

You met his eyes. “I don’t hate you, moron.”

Kaveh visibly bristled. This was how you had expected him to look after you’d turned down his supposed sexual interest as planned. “I don’t buy it. After the way that you talk to me, how you’ve turned down my project ideas, how you talk about me to other people…”

There was much for you to unpack here, but the last point caught your own sense of urgency. Your mug came down onto the table harder than you meant. “I don’t talk about you to other people. What do you mean, how I talk about you to other people?”

“You know.”

“I don’t. Where is this coming from? Kaveh, what the hell?”

He swallowed and spoke with seemingly great effort. “Alhaitham said… that you said… you can’t bear to be around me.”

“Kaveh.”

“Yes?”

“Alhaitham isn’t people. Alhaitham is person. A person who has been known to enjoy messing with you.”

He hesitated, and then declared, “A lot of the stuff he says is true. Even if it’s utterly uncalled for.” Kaveh looked anywhere but at you. “Sorry. I just…”

You looked him up and down. Here, you’d thought he was all of the things he wasn’t. And here he thought you were all of the things that you were not. You let a short laugh slip, and then quickly covered your smile with your knuckle.

He spoke feebly and towards the cafe aisle instead of you. “I’m taking this seriously. I don’t want you to hate me. Can’t we talk about it?”

Oh, it was sweet, and ironic, and delightful, and hilarious.

“Yes, Kaveh. Let’s talk about it.”

He glanced at you and quickly away again, nodding. His avoidance of eye contact made you feel a bit bad, but for only a second. You wanted to get the truth out before you made any attempt at comforting the poor soul.

“I don’t hate you,” you continued. “I don’t even dislike you. I like your company and I think you’re marvelous and creative. I think—and this is what I told Alhaitham—I think that if I spent too much time with you, I’d become more engaged myself, and I’m just not ready for that change in my life. Or I wasn’t. I was too comfortable with the status quo.” You paused to sip your bitter coffee, trying to figure out the words for the rest of it.

“But my projects,” he said, “my project ideas, the ones you refused to help with.”

“You wouldn’t want to do those with little old me,” you replied, simply and honestly.  

“I really would.”

“No, Kaveh. You don’t understand. I’m not brilliant like you. I’m a materialist, a realist, a square-cut function-obsessed gadgeter. I don’t do pretty designs. I can’t contribute to—” You gestured as if his mind was splayed out as a galaxy of ideas before you. “—All that.”

He tilted his head, looking again keen and reactionary. 

“And I’m sorry,” you finally said, “for how… for how blunt I can be. And I know I can be mean. I swear it’s just the way I talk, it’s not—”

He cut you off. “So I’m not the one you hate?”

“What do you…” It was your turn to cock your head. 

“I mean…” He raised an eyebrow, not mockingly. “You’re just unhappy, aren’t you?”

You set your mug down and leaned your elbows onto the table. He looked intently back at you now. Like a friend. Like someone who cared about being hated by you, and someone who cared about you hating yourself.

You cleared your throat, grasping at the straws of a changed subject. “I thought this was gonna be a date, nitwit. Not a therapy session.”

“A date?” He looked horrified.

You laughed at his expression, feeling all sorts of relieved. “Good to know neither of us were looking for that.”

“Tell me: Why would I ask you on a date if I thought you hated me?”

“Oh, Kaveh.”

“That doesn’t make an inch of sense.”

“Speaking of inches. Are you sure you want those columns in that desert library design to be that thick? Why not just have a few more columns among the shelves?”

And as quickly as that, the fear and sensitivity in his face faded and was replaced by glowing defense of his idea. 

The supposed date turned into a shrewd planning convention and you watched the remaining tension leak from his fingertips as he gestured at his invisible designs in the air. You thought, yes, this is why I can’t bear to be around him. He’s so bright and alive. It burns my eyes.

But you were alive too, thanks to the warm late-night caffeine. And thanks also, perhaps, to the feeling that the conversation you had avoided earlier might come around again, and that you didn’t mind that. You didn’t mind the idea of more conversations with Kaveh.

author's note. i don't know, guys, i think i'm obsessed with being this guy's friend. and... yeah, this is sort of a vomit of words about how easily social signals are misinterpreted, especially when you're ANTISOCIAL like me. i'm fine though. do not worry.

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[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You slam your phone down, annoyed at your friends persistence. Normally you’d be enjoying Shoto and Hitoshi’s bickering, it would even take your mind off your problems, but instead you’re being expected to act like an adult. How unfair was that?

“Are you okay y/n?”

The voice of Bakugou’s Agent quickly brought you back to reality. You had decided to have your break in the studio, wanting to have some peace and quiet before having to deal with Bakugou’s weird passive aggression.

You ran a hand down your face, rubbing your tired eyes gently. You didn’t want to make a scene, nor want to worry anyone. Today was the last day of the shoot, it was already a huge success. Multiple magazines and companies lined up waiting to buy and order these prints, and your résumé was forwarded to a lot of companies. This was a dream come true for you, you’ve worked your ass off for opportunities like this. If this was such a big success, why did you feel like shit? Why was your accomplishment being overshadowed by a…guy?

“Yeah, just a little tired.”

You let out a sigh, feeling your chest get tight.

Allison had slowly become a friend of yours. You had found yourself texting her causally and even made plans to go to lunch this weekend in order to celebrate the success of this shoot.

She sat down in the chair next to you, staring at the empty set in front of you.

Being able to direct and shoot was exhilarating. People turned to you for help, for guidance. It made you feel like all those shit jobs being disrespected and abused were all worth it. You were finally able to realize that you had made it, and things were going to finally start changing. For the better.

“I just have to say, it’s been an absolute pleasure to work with you.”

She wasn’t looking your way when you turned to face her, taking a moment to examine her face. She looked calm, and content. Allison finally faced you, now making eye contact.

“Yeah, it’s been great. I’m lucky to have had such an amazing experience after my break.”

She smiled at you, and you broke eye contact in order to take in the studio one last time. It was almost three, which meant you only had three more hours until this project was over. You could retire the binder you made, and the many slideshows and docs were going to be soon long forgotten in your computer.

“So why do you look so depressed?”

Her words were serious, but a part of you felt as if she knew the answer to that. Anyone who knew both you and Bakugou had to see that there was tension between the two of you, the chemistry that was once there now long gone.

You sighed, finding yourself in a mix of emotions. You were annoyed, but not at your friends, but at yourself. Maybe they were right? Maybe the brash and confident blond was falling for you.

“I think-no. No, I know Bakugou is upset with me right now. I said something that I didn’t think would affect him, but I was mistaken.”

It felt good to get that off your chest, finally being self aware and conscious of the problem in front of you, so you continued.

“I know if I leave the job without trying to talk it out with him I’ll regret it and hate myself for it. I just-God! Why is it so hard to be an adult?”

You were now face first into your hands, Allison’s hand quickly making its way to rub gentle circles on your back. You knew you sounded childish and immature, but it was truly what you felt like.

“Katsuki has always been a bit of a hassle to communicate too, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t kind hearted. He can be petty and a little immature, but when he cares about something and wants that something, he does everything he can in order to get it. He will listen to you, and he will talk it out with you. Bakugou Katsuki is many things, but he’s not a quitter.”

The air felt still when Allison was done speaking. It seemed as if all the noises and hustling ceased to exist. Your mind was scattered with thoughts and ideas, and you finally sat up. You looked at Allison, hoping that the look you gave her was words enough, for you couldn’t find anything to say back.

However, you were surprised to see the staff come in earlier than when the break ended. Everyone settled in and you gave Allison one last smile. She smiled in return, and jumped to her feet. She held out her hand to you, and you took it. With your hand in hers, she took the opportunity to pull you into a bear hug, making you laugh in surprise. She gave you one last squeeze before letting you go. You watched Bakugou out of the corner of your eye, watching the makeup artist fix up his black eye makeup. Allison gave you a quick wink before running off to the blond, filling him in for the rest of the day.

Okay. You got this, it wasn’t going to be easy, but you got this.

The clean up for today went a lot smoother today.

You’ve been able to pick up a good rhythm with the people you’ve been working with for almost a month now. There was music playing, hugs and numbers being exchanged, and plenty of inside jokes being recited. You honestly don’t remember the last time you had this much fun in a work environment, it was magical.

You sat on the floor after everything was cleaned up. Next to you was your equipment, and you allowed yourself to really think of everything, especially Bakugou.

You scan the room to find him, pleasantly surprised to see him leaned against a wall staring at you. When the two of you made eye contact he was the first to break away. He was walking out of the studio in an instant, and without thinking, you jumped up grabbing your supplies and chased him.

You felt like a literal maniac chasing this man to the door. He had made it pretty far considering you had to gather your supplies and make quick goodbyes to your coworkers. Sure, it may have come off as rude, but with Allison there she was able to get you out of there in order to catch Bakugou before he left.

“Yo! Pretty boy!”

You started to pick up your pace after opening the door to leave the building. The model wasn’t very far, but you knew you needed to get his attention in order to stop him from getting farther.

Bakugou jolted, obviously hearing you but not very sure it was you he wanted.

You smiled, and continued.

“Yes you Bakugou,” you couldn’t help it as a laugh emitted from your lips. Bakugou turned around as soon as name was spoken, his face disturbingly neutral.

He stopped, which you were over the moon grateful for. You honestly didn’t know what you would have if he didn’t stop and allow you to talk to him.

Probably throw your shoe at him.

He stood patiently with his hands in his expensive pants as you jogged in his direction some more. God were you grateful Izuku got you going to the gym with him. It would have been painfully embarrassing for you to be panting like a dog by the time you caught up with the very obviously in-shape man.

“You didn’t even say goodbye.”

The two of you stood in front of the community garden. It was blooming with so many vibrant flowers, different blues, pinks, reds, and greens. The sky was still light, cloud littering your world. It felt all too much like a scene in movie, especially the way he was looking at you.

You could understand why everyone thought you liked you romantically. He looked at you with such passion in his eyes, like he put all of his thoughts aside in order to focus on you. The lowering sunlight hit his eyes just right, they lit up in such an unfamiliar way and you couldn’t help but wish you could look at him in this lighting more often. He had changed back into a hoodie and sweatpants, and yet he still looked like he deserved to be in an art museum, every piece of him was perfect. You honestly had to fight the urge to whip out your camera right then and there in order to capture this perfect moment.

“They all said goodbye to me when we were in the break room. You just weren’t there.”

You knew the words were supposed to be passive aggressive, but all you could think about was the fact that he noticed you weren’t there.

Suddenly you felt your heartbeat quicken, feeling like a child back in high school when talking to their crush.

Shit.

Bakugou observed you, shifting back and forth on his feet. You were annoyed at how good he was at hiding his emotions. Meanwhile you were certain he could read you like a damn book, being able to read your emotions just by looking at your posture.

You honestly didn’t know what to say to him, or how to start this conversation. He probably has places to be, maybe another job, or just wants to get home. You need to be clear and to the point, thoughtful and sound smart. Don’t just blurt something out because of the awkward tension-

“You’re avoiding me because of what I said.”

…Or you could just say that.

Immediately you flinched at the stupidity of your words as Bakugou also physically reacted. He too was definitely shocked at your boldness and you couldn’t say you blamed him. He quickly recovered though, but he broke eye contact giving you a breathtaking view of his jawline.

“I guess.”

Fuck. You didn’t know what else to say. He was now avoiding eye contact, which was something that he had never really done with you. You felt that anticipation rise up from your stomach and into your throat. You couldn’t keep standing here in silence, you needed to talk to him.

No. You needed to apologize to him.

“Look Bakugou I’m so sorry-“

“You have nothing to be sorry for y/n.”

Your mouth clamped shut in an instant. His red eyes were looking back into your eyes. You didn’t realize how much you missed the eye contact until it was back, and it almost knocked the breath out of you.

Bakugou must have noticed how abrupt his words were, so he closed his eyes momentarily then cleared his throat.

“I’ve never been in a…situation like this before.”

The wind started to pick up, adding to how beautiful he looked. There was an adorable blush that painted his cheeks, but he stood tall. Unfortunately you couldn’t really say the same for yourself. You were still hunched over squeezing your bag which contained the camera you had to fight every cell in your body in order not to pull out and snap a picture of the God of a man standing in front of you.

“I should have talked to you sooner, I know. I was acting like a dumbass and when I realized, I guess I felt like a text wasn’t enough. I tried to summon up the courage to talk to you but I think I was just…”

His head dropped, and that confidence you knew him so well of having had vanished.

Hesitantly, you took a step forward, being careful to place your bag down before doing so. With your left hand, you slowly and gently cupped his right hand. Bakugou’s head whipped up, eyes full of uncertainty and anxiety.

“This is quit an unique situation we got ourselves into, Bakugou. Words are hard, but, I really care about you and I want you in my life.”

Suddenly feeling confident, you took another step further. Bakugou didn’t move away, in fact you saw his shoulders relax and felt his hand get closer to yours.

“Katsuki is my name.”

His voice was soft, but stern. In fact, he said it so bluntly, it caught you completely off guard. That was truthfully the last thing you thought he would respond with. You slowly recovered, watching how Katsuki’s confidence returned to him. Despite that, his eyes were softer than before, more trusting, which made you understand his comment more.

“I forgive you, and I’m sorry Katsuki. I never meant to hurt you.”

That’s when it happened, Bakugou Katsuki pulled you into a hug.

He was warmer than you expected, and the hoodie he was wearing was much softer than it looked. His arms were now wrapped around your shoulders, but you were more hesitant to cuddle into him. He delicately set his head down on your shoulder, and that’s when you decided to sink into his touch, completely nuzzling your head into his neck.

This was crazy. This was crazy, wasn’t it? You were fully hugging Bakugou Katsuki. After the first day of shooting you took the liberty of looking him up and read up about him as well as stalking looking into his social media. The only words you could find to describe him was a cold hearted bitch. Now? You were cuddling with him. In public.

What the fuck was your life.

He was the one to pull away first. You were a little lost in your swarming thoughts so you really didn’t know how long you were standing there. That beautiful blush was still very apparent on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but give him a teasing smile.

“You’ve been hanging around Allison too much.”

You bent over to get your bags, so you didn’t have the pleasure of watching his face morph at your comment.

“Tch, tell me about it.”

You laughed, butterflies dancing around in your stomach. You didn’t want to think about how much you enjoyed that, how much you wanted to stay in his arms forever. You didn’t want to dwell on the fact that the more you think about him, the more you start to remember how soft his lips were during that drunken kiss. But you certainly didn’t want to think about how mature he is. How kind, funny, and talented Katsuki is. He is a literal dream, and you didn’t want to think too hard about how damn happy he made you.

“Walk me to my car?”

Katsuki smiled at you, a beautiful, real, genuine smile.

“I guess.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

if this was a movie

(i’m gonna pretend like i didn’t post this literal SECONDS before the day is over)

this was so dramatic oh my LAWRD HAHAHA

i was living writing this (not rlly) and i bet y’all thought there would be a kiss HA (soon my loves, soon)

also i don’t wanna sound like a bitch but it’s pride month so i can say whatever i want-why the hell are my notes going down like with every post ESPECIALLY with my last post when tumblr marked it mature??? you best believe i sent a stingy ass note on they ass bc mama i am NOT gonna let that slide

anyways i love u guys thank u for all the love and support, i wanna post more stuff other than just bkg so PPPLLEEEAASREEE give me requests or even ask me questions!!! since i can’t reply to comments i wanna talk to u guys more so hit me up!! i promise i’m not an actual bitch (kinda)

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- i miss doing fun facts :(

- Allison is a sweetie pie and i kinda wanna do like a little thingy of how i picture her so you guys can picture her as well

- zu was like seconds away from texting bkg being like “u whore i want u to listen to y/n and get ur shit together”

- speaking of: they still text a lot like keeping each other updated on their lives bc I SAID SO

- y/n and bkg sat in his car for like 20-30 minutes just talking and i’m sobbing now bc i’m SO FUCKING SINGLE HESUS

- literally felt sick to my stomach while writing the hug scene hello???

- bkg is so sassy i love him

- kaminari and hitoshi were talking abt someone from high school getting married and toshi got distracted and forgor to reply LMFAO (he’s just like me fr)

- zu ALWAYS texts y/n when they post smth sus on their priv twitter

- the original title for this episode was illicit affairs but then i wrote the line “it felt like a movie” or sum shit and a light bulb popped up

- also the way i’m ADDICTED to the little strikethru and that indented shit like UGH live, werk

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[boundinparchment]

Dream a Little Dream of Me - XXXIV

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. AO3 A special thanks to @/surveyycorps and to @/afriendlyamphibian for the lore discussions and background speculation. Please note that Dottore's backstory here is my own theory and is not canon.

Dottore watched the doors close behind you, trying to ignore his modified Akasha terminal’s overlay which completely ruined his last glimpse of your visage.  Despite the way you so adamantly insisted, he’d enjoyed the feeling of early morning sunlight on his face, the way the wind brushed his skin, the way moisture clung so desperately to everything.  Funny.  He’d hated it as a student.

Then again, the rainforest hated him, too.  A child from the Order of Skeptics had no place beyond the Wall of Samiel; that mantra was literally beaten into him.  Only one of his parents had truly been from the Order but it didn’t matter much in the eyes of the Akademiya, of his home village.  Born with a foot in both lands and a home in neither.  

That lone Aranara had thought differently, shared his interest in the Ruin technology, kept him company in the verdant greenery as a child.  But even the seeds of the forest could not hide the truth that those of the desert did not belong.  Much less those of the Lost Darshan, even if it was only by parentage alone.  

He turned, watched Deshret’s Tomb glow in the distance with its usual red aura, and then let the embrace of the leylines take him the short distance back to the workshop and laboratory.  Dottore paid no attention to the Skirmisher who jumped at his sudden appearance as he stepped forward through the hole in the fabric of existence; he would have chosen a closer location but he needed a clear head to deal with Omega.

The idea of not being able to contact you at all without resorting to overt methods was troubling, to say the least.  Dreams were frustrating but he didn’t have to carve time out of his schedule for you.  It just…happened.  His body could rest and he could still efficiently manage your presence.

That your memories were distorted was not wholly surprising; it all but confirmed his hypothesis that Omega was attempting to bypass the soulmate connection artificially.  A stronger foundation that did not need faith in a broken system but rather relied on first-hand experiences.  It subverted the dream connection, perhaps, like a hidden passageway behind a bookshelf.

Your lack of dreams was additionally concerning now that the Samsara Cycle and dream harvesting was finished.   That experience was consistent with the adult population’s perspective on dreaming in Sumeru but only due to the continued use of the Akasha.  It was a byproduct of the way the Akademiya utilized the Akasha to collect knowledge to use in the search engines and data banks; the method simply was never used on such a scale before their attempt to create a man-made god.  He’d removed your device from your person and the network.

Which meant the issue went deeper.

And it was now his problem because it affected him, whether he liked it or not, as keeping in touch would be more overt, more dangerous for you.  He owed you an attempt to undo the issues Omega created, at any rate.  

He would have taken up the challenge regardless but he shoved that consideration far into the depths of his mind, away from the Segments.

If you didn’t continue onto the next leg of your tour, what then?  If your memories were anything to go by, returning to Fontaine wasn’t a possibility you would consider without great caution.  Taking your experiences out of the equation, Fontaine was becoming a bottleneck of red tape and fines no matter where one went.  The Archon’s approach to hiding their crime was trickling down to the people, who wished to hold no liability but wanted the profit when inevitably, something went wrong.  Oxymoronic propaganda behind fancy clothes and well-made masks.  It was no longer a land for you; he hadn’t needed to see your patron’s abuse to know that.

One of the most logical choices was for you to return with him to Snezhnaya.

That in itself presented more headaches and more explanations; the politics among the Fatui ranks made his Segment network look merely disagreeable at best.  It opened up its own possibilities for betrayal and manipulation, neither of which he had the patience for, and he didn’t wish to subject you to so freely.

He cut the train of thought before he entered the private office and refocused his thoughts on the plan ahead.  Omega was examining the blue prints and muttering to himself, not so much impassioned as he was merely irritated.  The Balladeer was awake when Dottore had passed by and, judging by the eye roll from the puppet, was clearly the source of Omega’s problem.  

The Segment continued to work, his mutterings dying down entirely as Dottore’s eyes traced the empty couch, the EEG machine and its network of wires in a tangled heap, the empty IV pole, left untouched save the removal of the saline solution bag and tubing.  For a moment, he envisioned your form again, asleep.

“I take it she’s up and about, Prime?” Omega asked, his gloved finger following a line on the schematics.  “Has she stopped crying?”

The tone of the question was dismissive, cold; the very same he would use when he did not want to be disturbed and when a problem was being unusually difficult to untangle.  And when he was trying to understand why something didn’t work .

Dottore made a mental note to rip out the processor core next time, for good measure.

“If you must know, she no longer dreams at all,” Dottore replied.

He pulled his gaze from the Segment to the ceiling, to the darkness that the lights on the table didn’t reach.  

The Segment gave no reply.  Unusual, even by his own standards.  Regardless of his age, he always took the time to boast and occasionally peacock around, proud to be right.  The lack of a sharp comeback said more than words ever could: Omega was not fascinated by the notion of you being dreamless but recognized it as an unfavorable outcome.  Failure was something he grew comfortable with over the centuries, understood to be a learning experience.  Omega had faced enough failure to know this but he was too selfish, too prideful, to open himself to the consideration that failure was acceptable.

After all, Dottore reasoned, it wasn’t as if anything other than success had ever been an option.  How else was he supposed to prove to everyone that they were wrong?  That a child born of an Akademiya scholar and the Shamaniyya in the reaches of the desert was worthy not of ridicule and hatred but of respect, even praise?

“I take it, then, you’ll be interfering for once?” Omega sneered.  “So that I can continue my work in peace?”

Dottore gave a slow exhale as he approached the Segment, his fingers twitching.  “Sumeru is yours to handle, as planned.  I won’t interfere with how you handle the Traveler and you won’t deign to have a single thought about the cellist or use my name again.  Does that sound fair?”

“Only if you keep your thoughts on that wretched musician to yourself and out of the neural network.”

“Says the one who crossed several boundaries that can never be repaired.”

“It’s not as if it was real.”

Dottore’s hand shot out and grabbed Omega’s hair, pulling the Segment’s head back.  A pang ran through him, quick and sharp; he couldn’t recall ever handling his own Segments in such a manner as frequently as this.  What was happening to him?

“For all she knew, it was,” Dottore growled.  “Or did you not learn the first time that you have ruined things that may never be the same again?”

Omega’s hands never left the table, never reached up to pull at him or left their places on the blue paper.  He wasn’t resistant, either physically or verbally, but the Segment wasn't agreeable, either.  Something must have gotten to him, in the end, but to what degree wasn’t easy to ascertain.

“The Traveler proved to be a nuisance to both the Balladeer and the Fair Lady,” Omega said after a beat.  “I don’t intend to give her the chance at what she wants.  Azar’s assistant is already detained.  Lesser Lord Kusanali’s network is archaic, easy to bypass and control, and planting ideas has proven to be quite easy without the need of knowledge capsules.”

It was as close to an apology as any part of him would ever get.

Dottore released the Segment’s hair and the other rolled its neck, shrugged its shoulders.  The Harbinger slowly made his way to desk, sorted through the various notes and correspondence, and took what he needed.  There were things that only he could deal with, especially given the news of Mondstadt’s Grand Master making his way to Natlan.  Fontaine was more pressing, given Celestia’s presence but Regrator was, no doubt, looking for weapon designs to begin manufacturing arms and selling to both sides in the land of Pyro.  Omega had the better impartiality for such tasks but Dottore needed something to keep busy.  He would otherwise spend the next two days coming up with every possible solution to offer you and no doubt overwhelm you further.

It wouldn’t help and he very much wanted to be useful to you.

He paused as he placed his hand on the doorknob, not looking back at Omega as he said, “Then be sure that you do not fail as Signora did.”

#il dottore #dottore #dottore x female reader #dottore/female reader #il dottore/female reader #il dottore x female reader #soulmate au #fic: dream a little dream of me

[tvrningout-a]

pt 2 of kojirou and chiyo's relationship, this time focusing on their time as adults!!

HOW THEY MEET!! YEARS LATER!! ko is also a mangaka : ) working with the same publisher : ) who signs chiyo : ) funnily enough, he writes shoujo and josei manga, and is just beginning to dabble in a magical girl manga. he and chiyo run into each other at a company dinner and things are a lil awkward before they just :' ) fall back into place :' )

after breaking up, chiyo thinks that kojirou must hate her, but!! after talking with him again, she finds out that he never contacted her after he moved away bc he lost his phone and his contacts with it. her texts never got to him bc he changed numbers. he literally forgave her ages ago, not that!! he really believes there was anything to be sorry about. he can't blame her for not loving him, just as he doesn't blame himself for not inspiring that feeling. sometimes people just don't fall in love, and that's okay!!

also cue ko dragging his teenage self, saying stuff like, " i was being an overdramatic teenager anyway. shoulda just spoke to you before i moved. what an asshole :/ "

but it's a really big turning point for chiyo bc this whole time, she thought she was the problem. she thought she, once again, was the one causing trouble -- she was the one who wasn't good at being in a relationship and feeling what needed to be felt. and kojirou is just " no, you didn't do anything wrong. i was just upset. why would i hate you for feeling differently? "

ofc chiyo is still :' ) such a scaredy cat with her feelings, but it's a big step in the right direction to hear from kojirou himself that her fears weren't true, that she did nothing wrong.

currently!! the two are back to being really good friends!! kojirou tends to be the one pulling her out of her cave apartment when she gets too reclusive bc of work, and he's the reason she has something of a social life outside of her family and her agent :' )

#i've got!! so many thoughts about them tbh!! but this is the most important stuff atm :' )) #i'm cradling them in my hands and i'm two seconds from mashing them together again i won't lie ASDFG #i made ko her ex but in my head there's so much chemistry and i'm just like chiyo my girl... what was teenage you thinking... #headcanons | chiyoko #headcanons | kojirou

[abyssaldissonance]

Listen if I don’t dump out all my heart feelings about Chapur, Light, Ghiyath, Arslan, I’ll die.

I need to redo a few TP chapters since they’re all a little mixed up, so forgive me if my timeline is a little off. But hey, slight canon divergence is fine too ✨🕺

Chapur was 18 years old when he fell under the magic comatose, i would assume he and Light are the same age. Chapur awoke and spent 15 years honing his magic. That’d put him around 33 years old by the current time. Sort of, all things considered.

Light however I think didn’t age quite the same way. He was likely awoken and used by the forty thieves but his magic contract to the lamp stunts him. He’s a more enigmatic 88 year old 18 year old, forced between the maturity of an eternal being and the wisdom that comes with it and youthful boyhood due to being trapped in his suspended agelessness. I think that enigmatic aspect helps define him as a sort of trickster archetype, too.

I think his maturity shines when he questions Chapur and when he helps Gina, hidden behind a semi natural facade of immaturity. Semi natural in that, it’s natural because he’s an 18 year old boy in between childhood and adulthood. Unnatural in that he’s an 88 year old djinn with nigh unlimited power.

I love the tension that exists when you think about their relationship, both canonically and for shipping: it’s bittersweet and tragic, Ghiyath and Arslan being the same age pre-timeline, knowing and understanding each other, their similar journeys into adulthood and navigating palace faux pas and respectability, causing mutual mischief, dealing with stuffy overbearing adults and parents telling them how they should act, versus the shattered reality they’ve both endured and now face, anachronic not just out of place in the literal timeline, but no longer aligned with each other. Spending childhood with someone and sharing nearly every experience only to blink and suddenly everything became skewed and misaligned.

Ghiyath, an 18 year old boy who wakes up to see no one he knew is even alive, everything is different, the family of his best friend is the new palace ruler, his father died next to him, he assumes a usurp of power because that seems the most logical despite how painful it is to believe. He hears about a magic lamp stolen from the palace that has ultimate power, he vows to use it to restore everything the way it was, an 18 year old boy terrified and lost who thinks he can fix everything with forbidden time magic just so he can have his father and best friend at his side again, changing his identity to Chapur, his name once a source of pride as royalty but now something he must hide.

Meanwhile the lamp sitting in slumber for 70-40 odd years, the occasional unfortunate soul stumbling in to meet their end at the Cave of Wonders (shh let me call it that). It seems only human contact thus far can awaken Light from the lamp. So without someone to make contact with the lamp, he stays in his suspended state. He was likely used by the Forty Thieves, regardless if he wanted to or not. Even if he could summon himself out of the lamp, what company is the Guardian of the Cave? Bound to only protect the treasure, and the lamp?

Chapur sees Light for the first time and thinks he sees a ghost. He does see a ghost. Light is a ghost of who he used to be, a ghost of Arslan, all the years spent separated from the rubys magic and the 70 years of memory, old memories get lost.

Ghiyath, 18, once adored his best friend. Chapur, 33, sees his best friend, 18, completely unchanged. The cognitive dissonance that must do, to ache for a time that could have been. Light can’t even recognize him at first, he’s lost his memories. What slap to the face that must be, to believe that your once best friend killed your father and stole your throne only to not remember who you even are?

And for Light to be hated so passionately by a phantasmagore he can’t quite place, trying to be unbothered by the obvious significance this relationship is supposed to have, only to be fed the memories later by an outside source, and suddenly feeling the crushing weight of what-could-have-been when he does remember his self as Arslan. 

Their relationship is broken, but not in the conventional way. They’re fated together, no matter how shattered their adjacent lives are, and it’s painful. A broken mirror with many shards that can’t be removed because of how perfectly the frame is holding it all together.

#dress up! time princess #time princess #dutp #chapur #light #dutp light #dutp chapur #dutp magic lamp #im obsessed #i have to ride this high until my new colored pencils come in so i can finish my art

[crimson-luna-writes]

About Sarvesh: A dignified young man who dislikes being treated as a child and wants to be seen as an adult. Hates whenever he is babied and will pitch a fit. He tends to look down on others who don't follow a gentlemanly, grown up path.

Sarvesh has an older brother twenty years his senior and their relationship has always been very patchy because of the large age gap and just how different their parents raised the both of them. His father was a founder of a large tech company in the Scalding Sands, which is now owned by Sarvesh's older brother. Since he is so young and was born to older parents, he was given certain expectations growing up, which caused him to develop a superiority complex. His brother never took him seriously and doesn't respect him in any capacity, sometimes even mocking him whenever he showed childish behavior.

A small part of Sarvesh wishes that he could act like everyone his age and secretly indulges it by eating candy, reading comics, and playing rhythm games. But everytime he does so, he always feel guilty.

Facts:

• Twisted/Inspired by Shere Khan from The Jungle Book.

• A tiger beastman with orange hair and a black undercut, can usually be seen when he pulls his hair back.

• Voice claim: Griffin Burns (Cyril - Fire Emblem 3 Houses)

• Left hand dominate.

• Other likes include: Comics, calligraphy, and rhythm games.

• Other dislikes include: Coffee, fire, and lamb (allergic to lamb, he will break out in hives if he eats it or any food that comes into contact with it).

• He is currently thinking of transferring over to Diasomnia because he believes that Malleus is a better leader than Leona. Especially after what happened before the Spelldrive tournament.

• Once got stuck in a tree while trying to run away from Rook, he's still embarrassed about calling Karan to help get him down.

• Since he frequently buys candy from Sam's shop, Sam is always ready to hand a bag every time Sarvesh comes by. He'll even recommend other kinds of candy that he thinks Sarvesh would like.

• Sarvesh is multi-talented in many things because his parents believed that it would make him a good host when he older. He's especially good at tennis and playing the violin.

• He has nephew who he is close in age with and grew up alongside him.

• Close friends with Riddle Rosehearts and Karan Devi. Wishes to be closer with Malleus Draconia. Does not get along with Leona Kingscholar and Ruggie Bucchi.

#twisted wonderland oc #crimsons into the ocverse #twst oc #savanaclaw oc #oc: sarvesh kumar

[strongerthan90strendx]

Character Profile: Full name: Reyes Andrew Henderson Nickname: Rey Gender and pronouns: cis man, he/they Age: 29 Place of birth: Brighton Education: GCSE, A-Level in drama, degree in Performing Arts Length of stay in Thistlefield: Five years Occupation: Works in the local theatre as a performer and coach/teacher for a young performers group Three personality traits: Charismatic, energetic, helpful

Biography: (adoption tw)

Reyes has always been a confident and outgoing young man. Even as a small child, he knew what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to be performing, singing, entertaining people and he instantly fell in love with the rush that came with being on stage. He's talkative, friendly and adventurous, and those who know him, know that he doesn’t like to sit still for too long. From a young age, he was always climbing trees, dancing, singing, messing around with instruments and building something with his hands. He liked to be on the go, he liked to be busy and that has never really changed into his adult life.

Reyes was adopted at birth, his biological mother was very young and in her situation unable to keep him. He has had contact with her in his adult life, he doesn’t hate her for her decision, he tries to understand and he is grateful to have some form of relationship with her. He has no idea who his biological father is and that is sometimes a thought that crosses his mind more than he'd even admit to himself. 

His adoptive parents are a slightly older couple who were unable to have children of their own. He loves his parents greatly, they are loving and caring people and they have always been supportive of everything Reyes has wanted to do in his life. They encouraged his dreams and supported him with singing and music lessons. He can play piano and guitar and he owes that all to them. Growing up, Reyes had everything a little boy could ask for and he feels very lucky to have them as his parents. 

As a kid like many others at a young age, he thought he was invincible. His parents knew he was hard work, he was bubbly and full of energy and they did their best to keep him busy during his childhood. Throughout school, he was always distracted, finding himself humming songs or tapping music against his desk. He was always getting himself into trouble without meaning to. Though he was a good kid at heart, he was smart and had a lot of friends. His parents loved him, despite the many times they were called into school for him singing musicals in the middle of class. 

He grew up in Brighton and enjoyed live so close to the beach as well as being close to the city. He has always been close to his dad, and he enjoyed working on cars with him and watching sports together even if that was really more of his dad’s thing than his. His mum shares his love of musicals and she never missed a performance when he lived at home. 

Reyes has always been a charmer, he is outgoing, kind and he likes to help people. He never likes to think that he’s upset someone and he always tries to do the right thing. He finds talking to people easy and he’s a naturally friendly guy. His charismatic and enthusiastic personality comes across well on stage and people often seem to like him. He’s confident and he lives for the feeling he gets while performing. He started doing shows from a very young age, getting leads in every school show and taking part in local productions in Brighton. He studied drama in college and decided to move to London to study performing arts at university. He was part of a local theatre group and also had a few small parts in bigger shows. 

The move to Thistlefield was an unexpected one but one he doesn't regret. He graduated university and managed to tour in a couple of shows around the UK. After performing in Scotland, he got the feel for the place and he found himself getting a job at a local theatre company. He performs around the area and his regular job to make ends meet is teaching kids and teen classes in acting, singing, music and dancing. He loves what he does and for now, he's pretty content with life.

#reyesintro #adoption tw #intro post #intro #about page #reyes #about reyes

[brazyprincess]

Love or Hate ? - Why LGBTQ Youtube Creators Continue to trend globally on youtube ? Here is what experts had to say !

YouTube’s community has been growing frustrated with its unclear guidelines for how to avoid demonetization

YouTube’s demonetization algorithm is supposed to be clear. Since 2015, YouTube has maintained a public list of video characteristics that don't fit its standards for “advertiser-friendly content.” One immediate problem with the list, however, is that it’s both broad and vague:

Inappropriate language

Violence

Adult content

Harmful or dangerous acts

Hateful content

Incendiary and demeaning

Recreational drugs and drug-related content

Tobacco-related content

Firearms-related content

Controversial issues and sensitive events

Adult themes in family content

But what exactly constitutes “appropriate” language? What would an algorithm register as a “controversial” subject? From the beginning, YouTubers trying to abide by the guidelines had problems. Queer YouTubers in particular have perennially found that their otherwise perfectly banal content has been demonetized, seemingly because it featured words like “gay” or “lesbian” in the headline. In 2017, YouTube altered its “restricted mode” settings, which are designed to improve mature-content filtering on the site, after a viral YouTube video pointed out that the site routinely classified non-sexual queer content as sexually explicit or “mature” content.

It’s important to note that this type of bias isn’t solely a YouTube problem; other social media platforms like Tumblr have also developed content curation algorithms that appear to conflate queer content with sexually explicit content. And AI researchers found in August that content created by black social media users is more likely to be incorrectly interpreted by algorithms as offensive. But YouTube in particular faces a growing problem of extremism; it recently banned thousands of extremist videos and instituted new hate speech policies. For marginalized voices being penalized by the algorithm, even as hate groups are gaining ground, the issue can feel very fraught.

YouTube released its community guide for its demonetization algorithm in January 2019 to help users understand how to avoid demonetization as well as how to help make the algorithm work better. At that time, the platform revealed that in addition to the actual content of a video, there are three main elements the algorithm looks at: the video’s title, the thumbnail image, and the first 30 seconds of the video. The company is also working on a self-certification program that allows creators to describe their videos more fully so the algorithm will be more likely to “read” them correctly.

But even with these guidelines and safeguards in place, the algorithm frequently seems to rely on a wide range of nebulous criteria that’s constantly being updated and evaluated. That makes it a consternating mystery to creators looking to follow the rules.

The solution? Take the algorithm apart.

Many of the words that seem to trigger YouTube’s automation bot are sexual, profane, or otherwise explicit. Others ... aren’t.

The project began in June, when a YouTuber who goes only by Andrew, the host of YouTube Analyzed, began to manually test words in video titles to discern what would and wouldn’t trigger the demonetization algorithm. That is, he would upload videos with strategically chosen titles to see which videos triggered the algorithm. After individually testing 1,500 words, he contacted Sealow and the Nerd City channel to help with the project. Sealow told Vox that he spent a few weeks testing how YouTube’s monetization bot behaved in general before automating a script using YouTube’s data API that would edit hundreds of titles at once. In July, Sealow and Andrew then scanned an additional 14,000 words through their script.

#youtubecreators #youtube

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, YOMIEL. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Finch age: 27 years old pronouns: he/they/it ooc contact: @catboycharon on twitter or @toxicwrench on tumblr other characters in xc: kokichi ouma, sou hiyori, rio ranger

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Yomiel age: immortal adult pronouns: they/he series: ghost trick canon point: post chapter 17 app triggers: police brutality, gun violence, animal death, drowning as a metaphor, implied suicide

personality: 

Whatever Yomiel was as a living man has long since died. The day he was struck with a meteor is the day everything that made him who he was warped. Gone was the loving fiancé, the passionate and driven worker, the confident swagger and bright-eyed youth. Yomiel lost everything that made him who he was and lived as a shell of himself, completely isolated from the world he once inhabited.

10 years of stagnant grief turned Yomiel into someone bitter and angry, a slow burning thing that only grew as time ticked onward. Eventually that anger hit a boiling point and he became a monster, one of those ghosts in movies that haunted everyone that led him to his death. Yomiel drowned in loneliness and for a long, long time that was all he wanted to inflict upon everyone he deemed as responsible for his suffering. No matter what he did or who he hurt Yomiel found a way to justify it to himself. Eventually he forgot what he used to be like.

In the end all he wanted was to live his life again, to have loved ones and to be understood. Yomiel is not heartless, he wants to be cared for. 

After such a long time stuck with only a cat for company, Yomiel isn’t particularly used to socializing anymore. For all of his confidence and quick thinking he is undoubtedly out of his depth, easily lost when not fueled by his own anger. When properly motivated Yomiel is efficient and quick to take action, competitive and driven at his best. Unfortunately most of his “best” is overshadowed by his jealousy. Yomiel is envious of others for having what he cannot have, though coming to a place like this may be the exact opportunity he was hoping for.

something your muse struggles with: anger and loneliness, not accepting responsibility, handling grief. Wanting to be understood, desperately. Being dead.

your muse’s greatest strength: devotion to loved ones, taking action once they feel the need to, liking cats and hating cops 

history / background: 

[EVERY GHOST TRICK SPOILER! YOU SHOULD PLAY THE GAME <3]

10 years ago Yomiel was a normal person. They were recently engaged and worked as a systems engineer, hired for a project which dealt with national secrets (i know, bear with me). At first it seemed to be a challenging job, though it quickly became target to attacks, people seeking to obtain this information for themselves. Inevitably it was infiltrated and Yomiel was one of the main suspects for one of the spies involved. While in police custody they attempted to force a confession out of him, one such investigator threatened them too readily and drove them into a corner. Yomiel had never been so terrified in their life, thrust into a hopeless situation that they couldn’t see a way out of.

Only that investigator left one single opportunity when he was called out of the room. His gun left out on the table right in front of Yomiel. They were screwed either way, weren’t they? Only one detective is hot on their heels while they run, making as far as a nearby park before he fires a warning shot. Convinced they’re going to be shot if they don’t do anything, Yomiel spots a nearby girl distractedly playing in the park. She’s completely unaware and it’s the only thing they can think of, they take her hostage out of desperation and put both parties at a standstill.

10 years ago a meteorite struck a small park. Fragments of it splintered off as it fell and one such piece pierced the heart of someone near the crash site. 

Yomiel was dead before his body hit the ground.

They’re dead, that much is certain, but they come anyway, unconsciously reaching a hand out to a lonely kitten passing by. When they do they retain no memories, no idea of who they are. For a while they believe they *are* a cat, unaware that they’re simply a spirit puppeting the body of one. Eventually Yomiel’s memories return and with the help of the kitten they’re able to find their real body, dead but not decomposing and under examination. It’s an easy matter to possess their corpse and walk out while nobody is looking. The first thing they do is race back home, desperate to find their fiancée. What they find is a dead body and a note. Yomiel’s first night home is spent grieving alone.10 years pass by without any ability to connect to others, stuck as a wandering spirit and a wanted criminal with no way out. With nobody alive waiting for them, Yomiel only had a cat for company and slowly sank deeper and deeper into loneliness. Their anger festered as they watched the people who ruined his life and led him down the path he took living happily, free of the consequences of their actions. Why do they all get to live happily as if they hadn’t ruined *their* life? It isn’t fair, the powers Yomiel has obtained cannot help them, cannot help their loved ones, they are no substitute for a life. They want nothing more than to drag those involved in their death down into the same dark, lonely hell they’ve been stuck in for years.An opportunity arises when the detective’s daughter sets up a contraption to celebrate her mother’s birthday. With a few adjustments it becomes a means to murder detective Jowd’s wife, seemingly at the hands of her child. Detective Jowd takes the fall, desperate to save his remaining family, just like Yomiel knew he would. Nobody can hold a ghost accountable

The detective goes to jail and it is immensely satisfying. It doesn’t change anything, but at least he suffers yet. It’s increasingly funny watching the other guilty parties scramble for naught for the passing years and still Yomiel finds themself restless. The more the inspector learns about the events involved in Yomiel’s death the more they discover in turn, growing to further understand their powers. It’s isolating, terrifying, will they be stuck like this forever? 

This cannot go on forever.

Yomiel takes a chance, reaches out to a foreign government and proposes a deal. They will prove their powers exist and, in exchange for helping them enact revenge on the others and giving them the chance to live out an artificial, normal life Yomiel will allow them to use their powers however they see fit. After taking the time to provide proof of their abilities, the deal is accepted. While enacting revenge all they need to do is wipe out those involved in the meteorite incident or those who know of it.

Their first target is the little girl Yomiel held hostage all those years ago, Lynne. It should be easy enough to pin a false murder on her once they lure her out to the junkyard alone. It should be easy to possess her and get her to shoot his body.

It should be easy to walk out with their cat, Sissel, perfectly well and ready to head out to the rest of their lives together.

It should have been easy. 

The first shot goes wide, altered by Lynne’s subconscious resists their possession. She’s the only one who leaves the scene alive that night, leaving Yomiel to once again drown in his own endless grief. It’s too late to back out now, Sissel cannot have died for nothing.

Yomiel will get out of here. They will be given a life, no matter what it takes.

powers / abilities: 

manipulation: Yomiel has the ability to possess and completely control individuals, animals, and inanimate objects. Though they may have some resistance he is generally able to move people and animals around and have them act how he pleases. while possessing an object, Yomiel is able to maneuver them similarly (how they can naturally move like a door opening and closing or, sometimes, in more unnatural displays such as floating or using several of them as extensions of each other.)

phone line travel: they are capable of possessing phones and traveling from one to the other so long as a call between the two has been made while they’re possessing it. Once that had been done they can freely travel to that phone’s location

inherent abilities: 

possession: as a ghost, Yomiel is able to possess and inhabit both objects and people. They must be in range of something they’re already possessing in order to jump from one to the next. Said ranger is large but not infinite. Yomiel is capable of possessing multiple objects at once and maneuver them as if they were a single body. Not every object can be possessed, they must have a core, though what specifies this is unknown. They can possess people who lack a core from having died in the past, however. While possessing a person they may speak freely within said persons mind 

Ghost world: when possessing cores or people, Yomiel moves through the ghost world wherein time is stopped, allowing them to get around very rapidly. 

Yomiel can speak with other ghosts telepathically as well as living beings while in the same vicinity or while possessing them, if he so chooses. Normally he just uses his shell to do so out loud but it’s possible! 

items / weapons: 

His Body/Shell: a literal corpse! Comes with the meteorite fragment stuck in his heart. Though all bodily functions have ceased, the meteorite keeps his body in a sort of stasis, stuck in the physical state from just before he’d died. Though his body may be damaged in the moment, all wounds are immediately healed by the meteorite’s powers. Functionally, it is indestructible.

starting ability: manipulation starting item: shell :)

extra: 

He’s so stinky,,, banana man

Sorry for the op character

They’ve gotten some character development but i am not writing the entire games events

JUST WALK OUT you can leave!!! work, social thing, movies, home, class, dentist, clothes shoppi, cops if your quick, friend ships, autopsies IF IT SUCKS… HIT DA BRICKS!! real winners quit

discord id: temsik. passcode: they like cats so we can forgive them....right guys?....right?

#xc application #nefe cosmia #mun: finch

[edelweiss-in-winter]

2019

Well, maybe I will start my story from 2019; 2019 was the transition of my adoscence (I think!) i’m turning 25 years old, but my body was very weak, i think it’s starting to adapt and transiscing to adult body haha, I got into hospital maybe like 3 times a year. Maybe it was also because of the trauma of being cheated on in my first relationship in 2017. That time I couldn’t even being alone, I was scared the panic attack hits all of sudden (ptsd much? Lol) but I stand up for myself and I got up again.

In 2019, I met 3 guys in my life. Now there are only one who still stay as my friend.

the guy who came like a thunderstorm.

I met him on Tinder, but we never met in person once until now. He is a funny person, we always joked around each other, and he still helped me calm myself when I got corona vaccine (because actually I was afraid of the side effect!) and he also helped me choosing a backdrop design for corona vaccine event at my company. I really appreciate that. He also gave me support and reassurance when my pet cats were dying. He also loves animals.

In 2020, he resigned from his company and moved to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam. We are still friends on social media until now, we even still messaged each other once in a while. He is a good friend. I like him (as a friend).

the guy who stands up in the middle of wild flowers.

To be honest, I was in love with him because he was so tall and kind. He was working in Jakarta only for 1-2 years I think (I don’t know). We had coffee in Jakarta and going around Jakarta together once. But, in June, I asked him to go to a festival together, but he said he couldn’t go, and he opened the truth about him saying he was already engaged with a girl in his country and said he was sorry. I was broken-hearted, and said it was okay, and that his fiance must have been a beautiful girl, and he said yes, she was very beautiful to him. I was sad but I really respected him for saying the truth and that he adored his fiance so much and thought when it’s my turn, having such a boyfriend like him. And yes, I moved on very quickly after that and we got lost contact since then.

the guy who sits with you as the crickets sing.

I met him also from Tinder maybe around September 2019. He was very thin and maybe his height is around 171cm. I first met him in Cikarang with my friend and her husband at a restaurant somewhere in Lippo Cikarang called Mucca. I became his girlfriend only 1 week after meetup (i think that’s kinda too fast though😅). He was a very quiet guy who has a calm aura. The way he talks also very soothing. You can fall asleep listening to him talk, it was so beautiful.

We liked to watch netflix together, and our favorite show is Stranger Things. 2020 hits, and then the walls between us came, it’s covid-19, because of that we can’t meet each other often and in April until September he had to go back to his country because of corona and we went LDR for 6 months. After he was back here, we met again in Cikarang and he bought me a cute gift, a cute black umbrella with hearts pattern, he also bought one for himself, but the mannish one.

We met again 3 days after Christmas near my area and had lunch together eating sushi and sashimi. He also gave me a snack called Jagariko that his parents sent to him for christmas. I am an jagariko addict until now because of him haha. Not long after we met for year-end lunch, in the middle of January 2021, we got covid together lol, and we updated our condition everyday via whatsapp and watch netflix together as our online date during our quarantine.

We dated for 1.5 years, but we broke up due to something that wasn’t very nice to hear. We got into fights when we broke up, and “i hate you” came out from my mouth. Well, he was holding me back though and apologized, but I got very angry and leave him immediately. After 2 months of breakup, he already got a girlfriend who is much younger than us. I was like “my intuition is accurate, right?” while smiling bitterly. Moving on from him was kind of hard though, but not that hard like the first boyfriend. I think I got pretty used to the broken heart situation. I was single and healing myself for a year. Now it’s been 2 years I haven’t heard from him and I guess I’m already okay and have no hard feelings for him anymore.

I learned my lesson, but I think it’s still not enough for my life journey.

[unschoolhome]

Dear Z

Our whole relationship has been a study in imperfection.

I wanted you. With every fiber of my being, I wanted you; I knew you were there; I had to get to you. The determination with which I pursued your conception was surely inherited by you; you show us daily.

Yours was a quiet pregnancy, very little morning sickness. I dealt with acute anxiety. I thought everyday I would lose you. I was grieving the child I had lost. I was afraid to celebrate, to share your existence. In the car, my tongue felt stoppered. I didn’t talk to you, I sometimes forgot you were there while I cared for your brothers. You were stoic, quiet. I thought often, this child is strong.

No one took pictures of me. I took a few of myself.

When you were born, I promised to show you all the beautiful things, that the dark part was over now and the joy would begin. You came forward in a rush of fluid and tears and time racing up to the present moment. 

While I was a recovering mess, you slept. You ate like a fierce champion. Nursing never lasted longer than 20 minutes. You grew. I cried and wore you close to my heart, kissed your face and tried to learn your face. You liked for me to palm your face but hated to hold hands (that remains true).

When it was us together, it was lovely. Quiet and nice. We learned to sign together, our own little language, our own world. I took you to Pilates. We had long chats at lunchtime. Our communication was constant. I was lonely and bored sometimes. It was hard juggling three kids in the evenings and mornings, when I couldn’t quite get the two rhythms to match up together. I was content and joyful and in awe of you most times. We took a dance class together. At 19 months, you were the most advanced child, even among older kids. You started gymnastics and didn’t want to go upside down, but you followed directions and did the skills better than all the other kids, again even the ones older than you.

You asked me things like “Let's play a kitty cat game.”

There was this time at the bank. We had to wait a long time. You had leaked through your diaper and I had no spare clothes, so we stopped at Ross and picked up a new outfit. So we had this long wait, but we had just gone shopping and were both happy to be out of the car and together and we just cuddled and played in the waiting area. This woman sat near us. I was grateful for adult company; I was so friendly then, Z. Anyone who made eye contact could be a pleasant person to pass a little time with. She herself was a mother of seven, all grown now. We chatted and she watched us and she said, “That is a very loved little baby.” Oh yes. Very loved.

I tried to start a play group for you many times. It never worked. We were in the car for 2 hours or more everyday, driving your brothers to school. We loved going to the zoo in the mornings, each pushing our strollers, but to get there took more time than we spent there. You went to all your brothers’ baseball practices, eating dinner on the bleachers, wearing your cap and learning to bat. You were very happy; I felt like it wasn’t enough. I wanted less car time and more friend time for us both.

I loved your voice. Your hands, telling me things. Your smile. The clothes you picked out. Your independence and your strength. I was so proud of you, my daughter.

When the pandemic hit, I was already low. I didn’t have a social support network, I didn’t have a handle on this parent-of-three thing, and I didn’t have my body in the way that I needed it - I was not yet two years postpartum and had not been able to dance or go back to Pilates consistently or even leave the house for more than a few minutes by myself.

We thought it would be for two weeks. I stayed up late into the night, making Montessori 3-part cards by hand. We had no computer, no printer. I was suddenly responsible for X and Y’s education, we were cut off from everyone, and dad was in full panic.

I set you to the side.

It was impossible to balance everything I wanted to balance. I could not parent or teach or move or breathe the way I wanted to. I was surviving, Z. I didn’t know how to do any of it. I was trying to hold up all these things, and gain the knowledge and skills I needed to move forward, while I was in such pain.

Every time I sat down, you sat in my lap. Your place. When I think of the number of times I gently removed you (to cook, clean, help Daddy, escape my own panic, focus on X and Y), it breaks my heart. 

It will always break my heart.

You started hitting. And crying. You were confused. I couldn’t help you regulate the way you needed. (I couldn’t help myself.) I am a task-oriented griever; I had to keep moving; stillness was intolerable; you wanted me to be your furniture. I had to feed people and clean everything and assimilate into a new life. 

I’m sorry, Z. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you were kicked out of my lap by a pandemic. I’m sorry I didn’t handle it better. If I knew then what I know now, I would make different choices.

But I did the best I could at the time. Please believe me that I did my best.

You were up at 6am sometimes and we went for a bike ride as the sun came up, when everyone else was sleeping. You learned to read. You got interested in things and we explored them. We read books and progressed in ASL and did math. Your relationships with your brothers and dad changed and grew. You celebrated birthdays and went to stuffed animal parties and did online music classes.

We started going to parks and the beach. You loved it. We tried Tinkergarten and I was nervous about covid the whole time but you made your first friend. After years of chasing after your brothers, someone chased after you and said, “Want to play?” I will never forget that moment, Z.

You told me (at all of 4 years and 1 month old) that you were ready for kindergarten. We played kindergarten all summer. I was Mrs Bear and you were a bear and we brought teddy bears to school and learned about bears and did the calendar and circle time and all the kindergarten things. After 3 months, you were done with that. You tagged along to playgroup and hated it; you hadn’t clicked with anyone and being around so many new people was exhausting.

Tinkergarten had gotten boring; you started a new sports class and loved it. Sports are your thing. In the summer, you made your second and third friends in our playgroup. You are still friends a year later; they are your best friends.

You are a really good friend.

You are five now. You play with lots of friends in playgroup and sports class, all different ages. I see you working out the rules of the older kids’ games and struggling to fit in at times. It’s not always easy being the little sister. I see you nurturing younger ones and guiding anyone who needs help. You are fierce and tough and strong, and I wonder if you are because you have to be or if nothing could have kept you from becoming this person that you are. You love sports and animals, detective mysteries and problem-solving, reading and bike riding, pretend play and anything that Daddy is up to. You love being in charge and helping others. You hate to be controlled or left out. You talk a lot. 

You’re not easy. I don’t want you to be. I love you exactly as you are.

I’m still healing, Z. I’m still finding my balance. I’m trying to tell myself that I don’t need to be perfect to be there for you, but it is hard to believe that. I want to do my best for you. 

Here are some ways I can do my best:

1. Go to bed at 10, 10:30 so I can wake up before you. I can have my time and then be ready to play when you get up.

2. Hold boundaries with you. My inconsistency leads to a lot of unnecessary struggles between us.

3. Be ready to play with you at the end of Quiet Rest Time. Like #1, this is about me resting when I am supposed to so I can be present for you.

4. Rest, dance, write, think, etc when I am supposed to so that I can be present for you.

5. Throw out the “shoulds” and “supposed tos” - you never fit them anyway. If I’m present with you, I will know the next right thing.

6. Prioritize you. Let our conflicts improve me - what do I need? How and when do I get it?

7. Let go of the idea that you are or ever were perfect. You’re just you, and circumstances will not change that. You can’t be ruined because you were never perfect.

8. Let go of past mistakes. I did do my best, and I could have done a lot worse. If I’m present, I can heal past mistakes. 

9. Release a perfection requirement for myself. My behavior and choices will not eliminate all suffering. Not possible. I am a real person with real needs that are unique and undeniable. The better I see those needs, the better I enjoy my life and relationships. 

10. Start again each day. Each hour. It is a privilege to have this time. Do not squander it with regrets or expectations. Be here now for the unfolding of this mystery. Follow the tao instead of attempting to control and judge everything.

It’s not too late.

I’m not perfect, Z. But I love you. And I love myself. I’m seeing that those two things are inextricably linked. When I do the work for myself, I do it for both of us. I want to know you and love you for our whole lives. The struggle and the softness.

[themomsandthecity]

The New Barney Series Is Coming - and Reactions Are Mixed

Barney is being reintroduced to a new generation of kids. Parents and kids can expect to see the big purple dinosaur back in the new animated series, "Barney's World," streamed by Max and Cartoon Network in 2024. Warner Bros. Discovery announced on May 9 that it has picked up the new series, which will "revamp the iconic character for modern audiences." However, the toy company Mattel is also working on a line of clothes and accessories featuring the classic Barney for adult fans who grew up with "Barney & Friends." While young stars like Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez who got their start on the original series won't be there, the show promises to tap into the nostalgia of of the '90s while giving it a modern take. It just might not be the modern take anyone had in mind. When Mattel announced in Feb. that it planned to relaunch the Barney franchise with a whole new animated look, some OG fans were not happy about the changes. Many turned to social media to share their reactions to the "new and improved" Barney with horror. "WHAT did they do to Barney?" tweeted one person, noting that the dino had "lost weight" in the comments. But most focused on the alleged "plastic surgery" their purple friend had underwent. Sundance filmmaker Taietsarón:sere 'Tai' LeClaire pointed out that Barney's new face looks like he got buccal fat surgery (aka Instagram cheeks), which has been trending since Chrissy Teigen opened up about receiving the procedure to give the appearance of sharp cheekbones. "They gave Barney contacts, a nose job and bigger veneers. Sad," wrote one critic. Others were upset by aesthetic changes like adding a gapped tooth and losing the "friendly sleepy eyes" that was synonymous with the 1992-costume. Even Lovoto's mom shared her disappointment on Twitter with: "Aww man… I hate change." Barney got the buccal fat removal pic.twitter.com/eS8rveyuiX- Taietsarón:sere (@tai_leclaire) February 13, 2023 Despite the initial backlash, there is hope that kids will come to love this CGI-version of the T-Rex. Aimed at preschoolers, similar to the original, the revamped show will still focus on love, community, and encouragement, and will also feature games and problem-solving adventures with Barney's friends. https://www.popsugar.com/family/barney-makeover-kids-show-relauch-49089716?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[kayla1993-world]

The former president arrived in New York on Thursday to answer questions as part of James' $250 million lawsuit alleging that The Trump Organization inflated or undervalued the worth of a number of assets and properties to obtain benefits such as better bank loans and reduced tax bills. Trump last appeared for a deposition in the civil case in August 2022. He invoked his Fifth Amendment protection against self-incrimination hundreds of times before answering the questions. In a statement on Thursday, Trump's attorney Chris Kise confirmed that the former president spent "nearly seven hours" answering questions in New York as part of his latest deposition hearing. "The transactions at the center of this case were wildly profitable for banks and Trump entities," Kise said. "When the facts of this success, and not politically engineered soundbites, are out in the open, everyone will scoff at the notion that any fraud took place." Katie Phang, a lawyer and MSNBC legal analyst, suggested that it was a "colossal mistake by Trump to testify today before James' office, let alone for 7 hours..." Responding to Phang's tweet, Dave Aronberg, a state attorney for Palm Beach County, Florida, said he was "shocked" that Trump "didn't invoke the Fifth Amendment" on Thursday. "Same," Phang replied. "He still has serious exposure from the asset fraud investigations." On April 4, Trump became the first U.S. president in history to be charged with a crime as part of Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg's investigation into allegations of falsified business records in relation to hush money payments to adult film star Stormy Daniels to keep an alleged affair she had with the former president a secret ahead of the 2016 presidential election. The Trump Organization listed $130,000 as legal fees. This was when Trump's former lawyer and fixer Michael Cohen was reimbursed for the money he gave to Daniels. This was something prosecutors allege violated federal election laws. Trump pleaded not guilty to all 34 charges against him, leading to speculation that the former president would invoke his Fifth Amendment right again while appearing for his deposition in James' case to protect himself in the criminal investigation. "Typically when a defendant is indicted, that makes him more likely to take the Fifth, not less," Mariotti said. Replying to Mariotti's post, Eric Columbus, a former Department of Justice official, speculated that Trump decided not to invoke the Fifth Amendment on Thursday. He "may have (reasonably) concluded that the limited scope of the indictment, coupled with press reports, indicates that the Manhattan DA isn't pursuing any other charges against him." Trump previewed his deposition hearing in a Truth Social post on Thursday. In the post, he attacked the case and accused James, who is Black, of being "racist" towards him. "Just arrived in Manhattan for a deposition in front of New York State's RACIST, TRUMP HATING Attorney General, Letitia 'Peekaboo' James, in another unjust & ridiculous persecution of The 45th President of the United States," Trump wrote. "I built an excellent & prosperous company, employed thousands of people, built magnificent structures all over the world, but particularly in New York. I now have to prove it to this LOWLIFE who campaigned on a 'I will get Trump' platform, even before knowing anything about me!" Trump's office has been contacted for comment via email.