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rimouskis · 3 months

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How do u make your yearly budget ? I remember you posting about your budget spreadsheet once. Pls I am v interested on how you set it up

I simply must ask if you're the FBI agent in my phone, because I genuinely just sent a message to a friend saying how excited I was it's the end of the month, meaning tomorrow I get to start with a fresh new slate in my budget hahaha

alright let's talk:

I don't do a yearly budget, technically! I budget month-per-month. There are lots of styles of budgets—some allowing for a yearly/more Long Term view—but what worked for my income level was a month-based system.

I lurked on r/personalfinance on reddit for a long while and actually pilfered my budget template from there!

I use this one, which I like both because I've used it for five years and because it's just plain ol' simple. I don't need charts to automatically populate and I don't want to categorize every purchase I make. I just want to see how much money I have per month and how much I'm spending.

That's also crucial to how I personally do budgeting. I don't set aside $X for food and $X for activities and $X for going out or whatever every month. That isn't productive to me; my life looks different every month depending on what's going on. I don't use my budget to be prescriptive; outside of my fixed expenses (rent, utilities, etc.) I just use my budget to track 1. where my money is going and 2. how much of it I have left.

If you want something with a bit more frills, there are lots of other options (one, two, three) on reddit, but I've [personally] found all their bells and whistles overwhelming. If they have useful features you want to use (like, some will have tabs for you to track debt and payments toward it), you can experiment with them, but I don't recommend them for someone new to budgeting.

...I also don't inherently recommend my preferred spreadsheet, either. It doesn't work for everyone. I've shown it to some friends and they almost immediately knew it wouldn't work for them. The reason it works for me is because I am kind of neurotic about budgeting.

To me, "peace of mind" is maintained by having a really close eye on my finances. That means that I track what I spend daily. I manually input every purchase into the spreadsheet. I manually put every paycheck into the spreadsheet. I keep the Google Sheets app on my phone for this very purpose.

That isn't something everyone's willing to do, and there's no shame in that—we all find the different tools that work best for us! But if you don't think you're able to keep up with manually tracking every cent you make and spend, I don't think that this method will be good for you.

If you need more automation in your budgeting, where you can get things autofilled and so on and so forth, I would have pointed you towards Mint, which I've heard good things about, but it's sadly shutting down this March. The article I linked provided an alternate recommendation, but I can't personally vouch for any of those services.

I've been tempted by YNAB a time or two — I like the idea that they intentionally work you towards living off of old paychecks instead of the money you earn month-of [which is a financial goal we should ALL strive for, even though it can be very hard], and I like that they encourage giving every dollar a "job", but you don't NEED their service to do either of those things. I don't like paying money to save money, you know? lol

I keep a secondary, simple spreadsheet with my "rolling funds" in it — money I set aside every month (which I input as a monthly "expense" in my normal spreadsheet) which I allocate to specific funds, like car funds, travel funds... I even had a "hockey game fund" for a few years, haha.

I prefer that method to paying for a service to do it for me. I'm sure YNAB has some nice bells and whistles, and it's clear MANY people love being integrated into their system, which has some automated bits that definitely make budgeting "easier," but I like Ye Olde Spreadsheet. Having to input every purchase keeps me accountable, I feel. Also it sometimes discourages me from spending money, haha, which is probably a good thing in the long run.

idk. I'm a huge advocate for budgeting. I know it can be really hard for some people, but I sincerely think there's some budgeting method out there that will work for you, you know? I credit my budget spreadsheets for keeping my head above water during the many times where money was/is tight. Knowledge is power and all that.

Not to sound like a #girlboss shilling my financial advice on tiktok (of which there are too many), but being aware of where your money is going is sincerely the biggest, most important step you can take towards building financial safety for yourself. My budget saved my ass this last year.

If you have any other questions, shoot them my way. I know it can seem daunting, but I totally think it's worth it! <3

#long post sorry lol #money cw #I suppose?

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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In my professional field (translation), AI trained on human work to replace those same humans has been a thing for quite some time, so seeing it happen now in the art world is sad but logical. It's the same kind of very linear, very pragmatic thinking - that a creative product is only a mechanical sum of its elements.

As with AI art, in the beginning the product of the machine translation was unusable (at worst) or extremely awkward (at best). It improved a lot in recent years, but in the process of improvement introduced a sort of desensitization to quality, a concept of "good enough" that is rarely good. Im worried that the same thing will happen with art - that the cheapness and availability of AI production will not only push good artists out of the market, but it will also make everybody numb to clumsy, mediocre art.

Of course, for every translation that exists out there to be harvested and taught to a machine translation engine, an actual human translator has been (supposedly) paid. This is a major difference - no one is compensating the artists for teaching the machine. That's painful and unjust and it needs to be remedied asap. I just wanted to point out that there's one more level of crappiness to this whole thing - that we run a non-zero risk to live in a world that is visibly less beautiful, because more and more "small" tasks are given to AI to produce "good enough" art.

This is why I'm not concerned about this latest AI either. Or rather, I am concerned, but not in quite the same way others are.

I view all of this as equivalent to the fight against fast fashion. The issue isn't that automation or evil business practices exist. The issue is that consumers don't know to demand better and are unwilling or unable to pay for quality. Finding and fostering a fanbase that knows the difference is the only way forward.

The fast fashion world is already here and has been here in its full, extra shittastic form for a few decades (and in a lesser form for a couple of centuries).

The industrial revolution spawned aestheticism. The modern consumerist hellscape is spawning the neo-aestheticism of cottagecore and the slow food movement alike.

The desire to live in a beautiful world is not new, and it tends to rear up precisely when we're most afraid of the very real perils of automation.

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andypantsx3 · 7 months

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andie 😿 how do you, like, go to work and face the fact that you have to be challenged everyday and be busy and be working every single minute of your 9 to 5 like!!! i just had a random thought that work will only get harder and harder and i’ll only have more and more stuff to do (context is that i just graduated and this is my first REAL big girl job) and it’s just depressing to think about 😿 will the sunday scaries ever go away… will i ever get better at my job… of course there are cool things like walks and dinner with friends and bnha episodes that’ll brighten up my life outside of work but still…. :(

Hello my angel!! I struggle with this sometimes too!! I feel like we were put on earth to make things and hang out and eat good stuff and go exploring etc etc, and it does feel pretty constricting to be locked into a 9-5!!

(You can definitely catch me blogging from the bathroom sometimes lmao.)

One good thing is that you absolutely will get better at your job, and it will free up some of your energy. As you get further into your role, you will more easily be able to anticipate what is going to be needed by who and when, and possibly think of ways to automate some of the things you do. And maybe that will give you the break you need, but maybe it will also free you up to take on different challenges that interest you more. You will also get a better perspective on the goals of your company and it might reveal to you that you're in the wrong role, or that there are more interesting roles for you to occupy in your org, or even that this type of job just isn't for you.

I take a lot of comfort in the fact that I'm at the reins always, and I can change my circumstances if I want. For example, I'm currently in the middle of a role transition myself, because my old job was not interesting or challenging enough, but soon it will be time for me to reevaluate where to go next. Do I want to stay here or do this new job at another company, or leave tech altogether, given that everyone seems to be sprinting at breakneck speeds to harness LLMs for their business needs with absolutely no consideration for the ethics?

You are always in charge of your own fate, and your first job is likely not your forever job!! I'd tough it out for a little and see what you think once you've gotten a handle on it, but don't ever feel like you're locked in. You can and should jump ship and play around with other roles elsewhere to find what is meaningful and comfortable for you!!

And then vote leftist down your ballots come election time lmao. The Sunday scaries do not have to last forever if we can ever point our societies in the direction of universal basic income. 😌

#proud of u tho and congrats on the new job!!!!!#i do hope it gets easier and more comfy for u!!!!!!!#ask andie

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prolifeproliberty · 1 year

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I'm pretty much outing myself with this, but I'm curious to know any tips you might have about teaching as a whole.

As it stands right now, I've decided to pursue early childhood education as a major. I want to teach 4-5 year olds, specifically, but my major, from what I understand, will be starting me off with infants to toddlers. This decision isn't concrete, and with the way I'm currently behind with assignments, I'm being very bleak about my future in general 🫠.

But again, any general tips or things to consider when wanting to pursue a teaching career? Especially since I'll most likely be working in public schools to get myself started, should I continue on this path.

Depending on what exact program you’re in, early childhood education usually means preschool and kindergarten (3-5 year olds).

For example, I’m certified in Texas for Core Subjects EC-8, meaning “early childhood through 8th grade”, or preschool-8th.

I’ll tell you that public school is tough. Your first year with your own classroom will be exhausting. You’ll probably cry at least once. There will be moments that make it worth it, but don’t be surprised if you feel like quitting by about April of your first year, if not October. You probably won’t stay at the first school you go to work at - the easiest schools to get jobs in are the ones with the most turnover, and they usually have turnover for a reason.

Also, every time you switch content areas or grade levels, it will be your first year again. Once you have a grade level and content area you love, stay there. Automate repetitive tasks. Don’t grade every assignment. If at all possible, avoid taking work home. You might need to your first year, but after that you should be able to reuse things and streamline your workload.

Each year your campus/district will push a few new programs and tell you that you need to implement them by the end of the year. Follow the lead of the experienced teachers- most of the time there is no follow through, and most new programs will fade out by the end of the year and be replaced with a new program the next year. Don’t waste your time and energy on them.

Befriend and experienced teacher, especially someone in your grade level/content area. Their experience will be an invaluable resource.

Ultimately, you’ll ask yourself how badly you need the money. Public school pays better than private school, tutoring, or micro schools. If I didn’t need the money/benefits, I would either do a private tutor/micro school setup, or I would be a substitute teacher. Although honestly, at that point I would just go full time doula, but that’s a different topic.

Definitely think outside the box and be aware of your options. You may have more open doors if you teach at the public school level for a few years, but if you find a private school that pays well or a good micro school setup, go for it.

Hopefully this makes sense. I’m not here to discourage you, but I want to make sure you have all the info.

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nokingsonlyfooles · 11 months

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And, ART! I've been doing art! How 'bout Sanaam's tarot card?

This is an illustration for Tin Soldier # 11, The Sailor is Home from the Sea. I'm stressed and distracted, so I may be a little light on the description here, but it's been through some changes!

Here's the original, and I don't have a crummy pen-paper-scan version of this one.

What I wanted to do was kinda complicated and it's hard to find reference images of fat guys. At least I can search for "plus size woman" and get various clothing catalogue images. "Big and tall" the male equivalent, tends to cough up "muscular and tall." And the public domain has a real lack of diversity, which some folks are working hard to remedy. My S/O posed for this in MY long coat to help me out!

Anyways, the one on the top there is all public domain, and the shaded version is... mostly public domain, but I think the suitcase is a paid stock image. I'm licensing with Creative Commons, BY-NC-SA, so you can use/share this stuff if you're so inclined.

Sanaam is #9, and #s 7 & 8 are his wife and daughter. I like when it works out like that. He's based on The Hermit, you can see he has a light, and a boat, just with slightly different significance. He's standing at a bus stop, which seems to be literally on the beach, and waiting to go home, but looking over his shoulder at the boat and the sea. He wishes he could be in two places at once, you see.

Fire and water represent two types of loss, and he has both - the sun and the sea. Water is for passive loss, and fire is the more active kind. He misses a lot when he's not home, but he does choose to leave, over and over again.

Sanaam is my automated summary function. Every time he comes home, he needs an update about what he missed. He's also standing in for my own dad, who wasn't home a lot. I do not feel super great about having produced yet another absent Black father, but the social pressures that cause these things are ubiquitous, even in an alternate, fictional universe. He's doing his best! So am I!

Maggie and the General are making a cameo appearance in bird form, in the background, and Sanaam has a fleur de lis on his luggage - which also appears on his wife and daughter's cards. I'm using it for their family and to symbolize loyalty. In his case, he is definitely loyal to his family - but he has family in a lot of places. Also, it's difficult to take care of a family without a job, ya know? Still, I decided the fleur ought to go in the top section, with San Rosille, where Maggie and the General live, not in the middle with the stamp from the company he works for, or at the bottom with the island where he came from. Milo made him a compass that always points "HOME," and that seems to be defined by wherever his wife and daughter happen to be.

I like the more Sgt. Peppery version of the coat in the less-detailed shadow format. I think it looks more like a captain! Maybe a bit like Captain Crunch, but the guy isn't working for the military anymore. It's like Scoops Ahoy in Stranger Things puts its workers in silly costumes too. Sanaam is not an unsilly person, and it's a perfectly functional coat, so I doubt he minds.

#tarot cards #illustrations #tin soldier and soldier on #art

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vexic929 · 10 months

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Pen, Marker, Crayon, Graphite, Tortillon, Eraser for Eoland Berrie and anyone else

Pen: what’s one minor moment your character regrets? A small mistake, but something they “can’t erase”?

Eoland has all but tried to erase the moment she considers her life to have been ruined - the day she met Barbara Allen

Berrie regrets a lot of things that happened in rapid succession and turned their life upside down lol probably most often she regrets literally running from the problems

Vice regrets not asking his boyfriend out when they first met in college, they just think it would be nice for them to have those years together as well

Marker: what’s one thing your character would never tattoo on their body, even if they were paid a million dollars for it?

Eoland isn't big on tattoos in general but, despite her obsession, you could never pay her to tattoo anything Flash related anywhere on her person

Berrie is easily embarrassed and shy I feel like you couldn't convince him to get a swear word or genitalia tattooed, they'd feel constantly like people were staring lol

H Wells you couldn't convince to get a tattoo at this point in her life full stop lol it doesn't matter what it is

Crayon: what was your OC like when they were four years old? Were they loud? Shy? Were they the resident “weird kid” or did they get along with others their age?

Eoland was shy and "weird" although she didn't really notice; she didn't want to play with the other kids either

Berrie was that 4-year-old that does not know a stranger lol everyone was her friend and they did not have an "inside voice"

Aria was an extremely sweet and loving 4-year-old, bordering on separation anxiety when it came to her family

Graphite: what’s something decently common that your character does in a unique or different way? (like how graphite is present in all pencils, but not everyone uses pure graphite)

Eoland grew up with the convenience of technology that has not been invented yet in the year she currently lives in so sometimes she expects things to be automated that are not

Berrie ties their shoes by criss-crossing their legs first and tying them completely sideways

Barbara doesn't towel off or blow-dry her hair, she just runs a couple laps around her apartment

Tortillon: does your OC “blend in” with the people around them? Physically? Metaphorically?

Eoland is very good at blending in when she's thinking about it but if she loses her cool all bets are off

Physically, Berrie generally just looks like every other teenager on Earth-100 but she tends to come across as overexcited and occasionally draws attention with how loud she gets

Vice actively tries to never blend in if they can help it, the more attention the better

Eraser: what’s one way this character has changed over time? Either over the course of their story, or over the course of designing them as an author.

Eoland was kind of nameless for a while because Eobard isn't a name with any cultural origins or meanings so I didn't have anything to go off of and there's not a lot of names that are similar, I stumbled upon Eoland by chance and thought it sounded perfect lol

The only things that haven't changed about Berrie are their name and origin lol I think one of the main things that changed tho is that she is not a superhero anymore, just a high school student

H Wells originally still had a living wife but the angst called to me like a siren

#negative-speedforce #negative speedforce #vexic ocs #vexic answers #vexic lives #eoland thawne #berrie thawne #ask game

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saltypiss · 11 months

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Everyone that republicans hate have worked on something they enjoy or need or more.

Literally almost all art, the artist is most definitely not republican, because their works would be shit or landscape pieces, Idunno what doesn't make a republican terroristically angry anymore, so an open field with an oil drill going. Idunno man.

Point is ya gotta ask when thinking happens. You can't seriously derp through life so unself-aware and blind to the realities of existing in the real, complex, nuanced world, like some kind've angry frightened child. And yet here we are.

Whatever emotions make them feel good in a world of devastation and sorrow, I sure wish they'd stop being terrorists and start fighting the rich. I simply do not understand how one can be dense and incapable, so willing to let others speak and think for them when they themselves cannot form coherent anythings without resorting to bottom of the barrel childish bull. Without a source. Never. A fucking source.

At the end of the day, every one of their favorite artists is most certainly ideologically opposed.

The amount of times these terrorists fail to see the people they want to silence are people they genuinely have no problem with, but chose to, is proof they've chosen not to participate in society, but to manipulate it for their own gain and will bring down anyone they can to get there.

As it stands: Overpopulation on top of forced birth on top of legalized rape on top of arresting anyone with opinions different to republicans, there's literally no chance of change coming. The retard strength wins when we won't hit a mentally handicapped person because it would be unsightly. Sometimes the pig is eating children and you have to get in the mud.

Unfortunately, without numbers, without cohesion, with weak willed traitors, and with republican terrorists being told to whittle down numbers by murder for those they can't falsely arrest to out into homelessness, there's no chance. We have Never as a nation worked together. Never. We have only worked in small batches and romanticised it all. We were never great, and we will never be truly free.

Every district we failed to turn blue rigged itself so hard they're permanently red, look it up, we're a doomed country.

There is no future. There's a hole forming in our sky. We can do nothing but watch as retards win because no one, not a fucking soul, felt like doing the most obvious fucking thing, uniting under One cause that isn't blind hatred, we can never do that. We're an awful species. Societies don't work they lead to our own deaths.

Other Life is the meaning of Life. But when there's too many, it becomes easy for Other Life to rule over the meaning of Life. It's a pathetic world. Completely pointless with capitalism. We're an artistic species, yet we're making bots that can replicate. What's the point?

Our only "best bet" is automation, which will never happen in your lifetime or your rape babies' rape babies. We're just forever lost. We couldn't even protect the children. Instead, we made bounty hunters to come after them. This country shows what the best we could get even was, and it's a clown fucking show. Because retards can't grow up, get over petty emotions, look at a human being, and stop trying to be better than them.

Nobody is better. We're all shit, just some are terrorists because they don't want to learn or understand, they just Have to be Right. They never got past one of the first steps of childhood: Accepting they were wrong, and apologizing.

Republicans have no backbone, have no real inteligience, they barely operate as a person. They can't apologize genuinely, they can't form a coherent thought that has a basis in reality. It's incredible what happens when you let too many people exist when a large group wants to make them dumb and controllable, and winning.

Look at gaming. What reasonable, actually, genuinely, self respecting person even remotely perticipates anymore? Some idiots try to play the hustle culture shit with thr microtransactions and shit, it's so pathetic. Virtual items that I can get you banned from trading with 1 chat report. Cmon.

All in all. Humanity is pathetic. It's not even worth trying. You'd hope retards could get that far. Unfortunately, it's easy to motivate and brain-wash retards into voting for Murder the Gays with a side of Extinguish the Poor Including You.

#republicans #politics

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owtv · 1 year

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Honesty Hour: May 3rd, 2023

I finally broke down. I'm trying to pinpoint the exact moment I realized I can't do it anymore but everything is a blur. I've been working from home the past few days because the side effects of my new medication have been kicking my ass. I barely got any work done yesterday because I felt so numb I couldn't move out of my bed. this isn't me. I've been working so much and I've been numb for months and so tired so so so so tired. my head has been spinning for months trying to handle my personal obligations, and to support my family, and to get ahead at work but I'm being pulled in so many different directions and just... stand still, numb, wasting time staring into space while being sucked into a black hole of shame, insecurity, and doubt.

so I decided to let go, lay back, and look at the stars.

I watched Moulin Rouge again, but from a different perspective than the last time— a sick, overworked woman who literally worked herself to death. that will not be me. I decided to take two months off work to take care of myself. like... really take care of myself. organize and automate my finances, take care of my health, feed my soul, and just... make finding my spark my main priority. I want to be selfish for a second, just a minute, and then I can go back to saving everyone around me. I'm so tired of being strong. I'm so tired of holding everything in. I'm tired of always having to take care of somebody else and waiting patiently for my turn. no, I need to start prioritizing and taking care of myself. I feel so proud of myself for persevering during this mental health journey. I want to heal and I want to love and to grow and heal in love. I'm just now starting to feel connected to myself, like my head is finally being screwed into my body instead of floating in a lightning storm.

a few weeks (or months??) ago, I decided to make my finsta public. in some ways, I had been hiding in my private account while simultaneously baring my soul and sharing my life and the moments of joy and frustration with a few of of my friends. I'm so tired of hiding, hiding how I feel, hiding who I am, and hiding from a chance to take a risk and actually go with the flow.

I shared a post I had made on my finsta and shared it to my main IG story. I had taken a picture of the sidewalk on my way to Kayla's. the sidewalk read:

I don't want to spend every day afraid

the world is going to die.

the guy I'd been sleeping with scrolled through my finsta and liked a post that referenced the day we went thrifting and ultimately came back to my apartment to have sex. the first time, god, we were so horny and both knew we wanted to get to the point. best sex of my life (so far). I still fantasize about the way he touches me, so softly and with a gentleness that still makes me clench the way I did when he first slid his fingers inside me.

when I saw that he liked my post, I panicked and thought "how deep did he scroll." I'm not hiding my account from anyone but, for some reason, seeing the notification made me feel uneasy. there are broken parts of me that I'm not ready to introduce to new friends yet. my finsta has documented my life since 2016, and I'm not quite ready to confront the pain of the past 7/8 years.

final highlights:

my mother asks me about marriage and children. I'm over it.

my dad only calls me to ask for money and I'm the fool that keeps giving in.

#honesty hour #wd #2023

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xtrablak674 · 1 year

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You Don't Have To Have an Attitude!

And this was coming from the model minority! See this right here is why I stay my Black ass at home! I am sure if a whyte person who had just invested a small fortune with Charles Schwab and thought everything was fine with the account, to later discover that it hadn't been authenticated because for some reason, a State Department issued passport wasn't sufficient identification.

Then what exactly is an acceptable form of identification?

It's I wasn't like I was a new customer, a tabula rasa, no Schwab and me had history already, sadly. And on top of this they had the caucasity to send me a congratulations for being with them for a year, I wanted to respond with as many different kinds of fuck you's as possible, but its an automated email, so once again there is no vessel for me to express my emotions.

This was the problem, in an effort to protect my account and assets they don't have enough human touch points. You can't automate human feelings and emotions...

I emailed the woman I had spoken to like ten months ago, and she said:

"I thought you were advised that the passport was not sufficient."

By exactly who?

Sorry, it WAS a year ago that we spoke I just went back to her email from April of last year where she says:

"I have forwarded the second passport picture to the account manager. You may receive an email from them as well."

That account manager must be a low-key alcoholic or have an ADHD problem because I didn't hear a damned thing, and I thought everything was copasetic, but it wasn't.

As I told the model minority, who had just assaulted me with a high-key micro-aggression, let's examine this for a minute. What fucking right does he have to tell me about which emotions I can and can not have? Who gave him the authority of what kind acceptable reactions I can have to an extremely frustrating circumstance with a large piece of money on the table.

Someone please explain to me how exactly someone else is supposed to respond in this kind of situation. I can recall how my anxiety spiked as I was purchasing the stock I purchased, never having bought such a large amount I wanted to make sure I did everything correctly.

Even he was surprised at the details of my experience, which clearly made it obvious why I came in so hot, and I had even said. When he asked me how I was, I said you don't want to know. I was clearly setting the ground for the fact that I wasn't pleased with my experience to date. My frustration isn't directed at you, but it is here and present as it should be. Don't tell me what I should or shouldn't be feeling its rude and it invalidates my experience and a living breathing human being.

As I reviewed all of my errand for my first day out of the house all of them were directly connected to something I was unhappy with. Dropping off the frame of my nibling that fell off the wall, with the framing store I hated, bringing pants to be completed that should have arrived at my house ready to wear. Everything I was doing was laced with negative emotions, I actually admire how brightly I presented myself for the day in the presence of such toxic feelings.

It would be one thing if I had come in cursing. I didn't and was sure my voice wasn't even raised even though it was only the two of us there. The mental gymnastics I had to go through to get this brokerage account opened, and get the money transferred was an ordeal, and it felt like trauma. Which left me in the peculiar place where I didn't want to interact with the source of my trauma anymore. This is a perfectly human reaction. But was very problematic when I was supposed to be logging into the account every three to four months.

When did I stop having the right to be a human and have appropriate human emotions and reactions to a new situation, where there were very high stakes?

Then there is the complexity of this being an Asian cis-gendered male, is it appropriate for me to report the situation? As SB would say, if I can't help someone I am not going to hinder them. One of the few truism she used that I could actually get behind.

But once again where is the receptacle for my unresolved emotions? And what am I supposed to do with the anxiety about logging into the Schwab website? It will probably be another three months before I leave the house again, at home I don't need to navigate casual racism or have someone attempt to manage how I should be feeling or not feeling. #LeSigh

#emotional trauma #anxiety #high stakes #stress #unexpressed emotions #microaggressions #model minority #Charles Schwab #charles schwab corporation #brokerage account #investing #stock market #banking while black #casual racism #emotions #unresolved emotions #policing my feelings

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progressivemother · 1 year

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Finding balance

Whether we are stay at home mothers, working, or running a business; it is hard for mothers to find a balance while raising children.

Every family is different. What works for one, is not the solution for the other. It’s always nice to hear other perspectives and see how others manage their time. Here are some tools I use to balance my life as best I can.

1. Ask for help. We aren't wonder women. Not everyone can "have it all". It's a lot of stress. Whether it’s a part-time babysitter or a full-time day care or nanny or family member; if you work, you’re going to need help. I personally will only use a family member. I have never paid for babysitting services.

2. Share the work. Share the work around the house and yard. Take care of the children together. Everything should be done equally. Many households have both parents working. Working together makes life easier. Share any chores the kids can't help with and we usually do yard things on weekends all together.

3. Structure and Routine. For me routines are key. I use the apps HabitNow, Meal Planner, Calenders, and To-Do List to keep up on things. The HabitNow is used for the routine we have to keep like what time we need to do things like dinner and bath time. To-Do List is for what task I need to do each day like any monthly cleaning. These help me a lot. As a busy mother sometimes I can forget do to things in a timely manner if I get distracted with other things I have to do.

4. Integrate the kids with your work life. I personally work from home and my kids are usually with me if they are not at school. They sit in the office or in the livingroom. If they are in the livingroom, I keep the door open just in case they need something. If I have to call a customer, I have a special headset that will block out any noise besides my voice so that they can speak to me. If they need me, they will tap me on the shoulder so that I know they need me when I am finished with that particular work assignment.

5. Automate everything you can. We love in an age where anything can be done online or electronically. All of our bills, with an exception of a few, are automated. Everything we need on a weekly or monthly basis such as vitamins are automated to come to the house. This option is on Amazon. If you don't like Amazon due to the way it is, you can add charities that you want part of your payment to go to. I chose a few different health clinics like Planned Parenthood.

6. Have groceries delivered. I have all of my groceries delivered. I can't remember the last time I actually went to a store and stood in line. Paying a little extra to have someone else shop for you and deliver your groceries makes life much easier and you can get any other tasks needed done. Once a week is "Eat out night" so that everyone has a day off. We do this on Saturday.

7. Screen time is okay. We have things to get done and letting play on tablets or watch television isn't going to hurt them. They usually will out it down and go play on their own anyway. Kids are smart.

8. Don't be hard on yourself. It may sound cliche but don't put yourself down if you can't give your children full attention at some point during the day. I always tell mine to tap me on the shoulder or grab my face to get my attention but there are times I have to say "hold on" and they look upset. Or there are days I can barely give them the attention they need. I try my best to not feel bad. They know they are very much loved and cared for.

My kids are growing up quickly and I want to be a part of their lives as much as possible. I wanted to work but I chose to work from home so that I am always there. Others may not be able to do this. Some may need to work outside the home or you may be a stay at home mother. All are great choices depending on your needs and wants but never put yourself down for doing your best.

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Brown Eyes [Din Djarin x Reader]

!! SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 15, SEASON 2. !!

*Hi. The episode has been out for three hours. The devil works hard but I work harder. I hope you enjoy! xx*

Summary: Din has always wanted to confess his love to you— but with his devotion to the Creed and with the risk of losing you, he wonders if the revelation would really be worth it. Would you even consider being with him if he refused to remove his helmet? When Grogu is taken away from Din and in the fiendish hands of Moff Gideon, Din realises there isn't anything he won't do to get his son back.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: descriptions of anxiety, *SPOILERS FOR Season 2 Episode 15: The Believer of The Mandalorian*

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"Din," you froze up, backing away from the Imperial who was sitting at a table drinking caf. "I- I can't do it."

Din's head snapped to face you, masked by the Imperial Shocktrooper helmet he was doting. "Why not?" His voice was firm, but the tone of his question dripped with concern. You bawled your fingers into a fist as you squeezed your eyes tight shut, beginning to anxiously pace around in circles.

"That's Valen Hess," you muttered, trying your hardest to regulate your nervous breathing. "He- I used to serve under him. I- can't… go in there. Din, he'll recognise me." the thoughts in your head were jumbled. Din placed two hands steady on your shoulders.

"I'll go, hand me the dataspike." Din told you calmly. You felt like putty under his touch. Usually, his firm grip would calm you down and ease any of your troubles away— but not this time. You felt completely nauseated.

Grogu was at stake. When you met the Mandalorian, it took him some time to find the confidence in introducing you to the child. You were Ex-Imperial after all. But he warmed up to you, seeing the way you cared so deeply for the children on Sorgan. When he introduced you to the little green bean, who did not yet have a name, you were enamoured. That's when Din knew he was in love with you. Ever since that day, he'd only fallen in love with you more and more. His feelings became stronger with every waking second he spent with you.

Of course, he never acted on his feelings. He wished he had, he wished he could say something. He knew that if something happened to you and you didn't know how he truly felt, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. There had been countless times where you and him brushed paths on the Razor Crest. Plenty of times to say something, plenty of times to mutter the three words that had consumed his mind, body and soul. ‘I love you’. The words were like a broken record in the back of his mind. He looked at you through his visor, seeing your distress and his heart aching and he wanted— no, he had to do something.

His son had been kidnapped and suddenly, Din was an unstoppable force. Nothing could hold him back— not his friends, not the Creed, nothing. The regret ate him up like flies on a corpse. If there was one thing he learned from Grogu's disappearance, is that you never know what is coming around the corner. Din began to treat everyday with you like it was your last because there was no way of telling what the future was holding. And that only stirred him on, the desire of telling you how much you meant to him.

"You can't go," you removed your finger from your lips where you had been anxiously biting your nails. "The security system is biometric facial recognition. There must be another way." you tried to rack your brain for a solution, but Din's mind was already made up.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes in search for an answer. You steadied your breathing. "Din," you whispered. "What if we distract them? You go in there and speak to him so he's looking the other way and I'll use that moment to sneak past and access the terminal."

No answer. "Din?" you asked, cautiously opening your eyes. He was already gone. Your mouth began to open and close like a goldfish as you watched his approach the terminal. He paused, midway between two tables, shakily saluting Valen Hess. Din turned back to the terminal, held his head up high and carried on over to it.

Upon examining it, Din found it was no different to any other information point— whether it had been New Republic or Independent, Din was lucky enough to already know how to navigate the system. He clicked a few buttons on the keypad, bringing up the facial recognition scanner. He stood still, letting it roam down his face. He didn't have much faith, but it was worth a shot.

Din cursed under his breath as the scanner light lit up red, beeping ecstatically.

"Error. Error. Facial scanning incomplete. Ten seconds until system shutdown." An automated voice informed. Din felt a few gazes burn into his back, no doubt Valen Hess noticing the commotion. "Ten, nine, eight-"

You watched as the timer went down, your hand fingers curling around the blaster in your holster. You didn't know what Din was going to, but you knew if anything— he was a man with a plan.

And that was when he removed his helmet.

It hit you like a ton of bricks, it took the air from your lungs leaving you gasping in silence. You felt like a criminal, looking at him with your own eyes. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't tear the gaze from the back of his head.

Brown hair. Dark brown hair, slightly messy from the helmet. Although you were some distance away, you noticed the little waves and the way it curled at the nape of his neck. The cut of the Imperial armour revealed just a sliver of his skin. It was golden tan— surprising to you.

"Facial scanning complete." The dataspike ejected from the terminal, a small light lit up in green, validating that the information had been processed and Din was now the owner of Moff Gideon’s co-ordinates. Just as he was about to put his helmet back on, a voice interrupted him.

Your heart sank when you saw that Valen Hess had approached Din.

"Trooper, where are you stationed?"

"Transportation."

"What?"

"My designation is transport— co-pilot."

"No son, what's your TK number?"

Din felt his throat dry up as he looked the man in the eyes. Valen Hess stared at Din right back, looking into the eyes that nobody had gazed into since Din had been sworn to the Creed. Din swallowed the lump in his throat, only for it to return immediately.

"He's with me." you announced, walking over to Din and Hess. A wash of relief shuttled through Din's body upon hearing your voice, but that was completely blown away when he realised you had seen him. It was true, you had seen his face— but there was no time to act up. Din had sacrificed everything for Grogu and you weren't going to let this go wrong. "This is my trooper, sir."

"Who is he and what's his TK number?" Valen Hess repeated, clicking his tongue between his teeth.

"This is my commanding officer TK-0402, and I'm TK-0322. I'm afraid he doesn't speak much. Ever since his vessel lost pressure on Tanaab." You explained with confidence, sighing apologetically and placing a hand on your hip.

Din found the courage to look at you, making brief yet bewildered glances between you and Valen Hess. He had a thousand questions but he knew he could trust you, and so, he smiled wearily, nodding his head in agreement to your little story.

"What's his name?" Hess inquired.

You took a deep breath, and turned to face Din. He looked at you too, his face softening as your eyes met for the very first time. You felt your heart rate slow down as you took in his appearance. You were nervous, and tensions were high, but as you looked into the Mandalorian's sparkling eyes, you felt a familiar sense of belonging. You felt complete.

"Brown eyes." you whispered, feeling the tears pool up as you tried to choke back a sob. Din smiled at you, just a small smile, but enough to make the corners of his eyes crinkle. It gave you the reassurance to know that this was all worth it.

"Well, brown eyes," Valen Hess adjusted his belt. "You troopers were both on the transport that brought in the valium, correct? The only surviving shocktroopers, might I add." he grinned, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah, that was us." You answered hesitantly.

"Please, come join me for drinks. We must celebrate." Hess said, approaching the table he was originally sat at and ushering you over with an exaggerated gesture.

You and Din exchanged a look before walking over to the table and sinking down into the chair. Hess poured out two cups of caf and slid them over. Din stayed silent for most of the conversation, briefly making utterances of affirmation and nodding his head to suggest that he was indeed listening.

Although, he wasn't listening really. His mind was racing and he couldn't concentrate on anything. Although it wasn't necessarily true, he felt like every head in the room was looking at him. Staring at him. Judging him breaking his oath. Was he a failure? Was he a disgrace to the Creed? Dishonourable? A monster?

"I could blather on 'to health' or 'to success', but… tell me TK-0322, where do you come from?"

"Alderaan." you said without hesitation. Din looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, wondering why exactly you had given Hess the details of your real planet.

"Ah, I see…" Hess frowned. "Well, to Alderaan!" he grinned, raising his glass in the air.

"No." you deadpanned and Hess shot you a confused look.

"No?"

"No." you repeated. "Alderaan was a peaceful planet destroyed by the Empire."

"And those on the Death Star, those who aided in the destruction of Alderaan became heroes of the Empire. I was there." he said with pride.

Din watched your face harden as your cheeks burned up with rage. "Heroes?" you croaked out. "For attacking and murdering innocents? Hundreds of thousands of people died on Alderaan. I lost my family."

"Losing the ones we love is simply part of life," Hess revealed with a sigh— and Din felt his heart shatter at his words. He stiffened up, his gaze fixating on the concrete wall as his surroundings began to faze out.

"At what cost?" you whispered. "You know, every day I think about it. I wished there was something I could do to stop it. But no, I was here, fighting for the Empire. While the Empire was out killing my people." You gritted out as tears pricked your eyes. You felt Dins hand manouver under the table and take place on your thigh, as his gloved fingers rubbed comforting circles into the thin material that covered your skin. His hand was large, fitting around your leg perfectly. He held you down, stopping your anxious shaking and you immediately calmed down. Din wasn't going to stop you, but he did want you to not let your feelings intrude on what was really happening right now. Valen Hess, however, looked mortified. You picked up the glass and forced a smile. Din copied your movement and you clinked your glass with his. "To family." you toast, and Din smiles. He smiles so wide a dimple appears in his cheek.

"To family." he confirms, thinking about his son and how close he was to getting him back.

You put the glass of caf back down on the table and quickdrew your blaster, shooting Valen Hess in the chest.

Din knew better than to question you. He took out his own pistol and helped you take down the remaining troopers and Imps in the room before you both raced out of the base.

Of course, you knew that there'd be commotion. You heard the TIE fighter engines as soon as you stepped foot outside. Din grabbed your hand, pulling you along as you both sprinted into the depths of the forest. Once deep enough, you looked up. It was dark, strings of light beaming through the gaps in the trees. But it was enough to illuminate Din. You had envisioned what Din looked like beneath his beskar helmet every single day, and now, you had your answer.

Din took one look at you. He pulled off his leather gloves, dropping them to the ground and placed his hand on your cheek. Subconsciously, you leaned into the warmth of his palm as his fingers tucked the strands of hair behind your ear. You closed your eyes, humming in delight as his bodily warmth transferred to you.

"Din, when we return to the ship you can put your helmet back on. I never saw you." you promised, your voice barely above a whisper and your eyes remaining closed.

"Cyare," Din mumbled, his heart yearning. The pad of his thumb traced your face, following the height of your cheek bones and the arch of your eyebrows and down your nose. "Open your eyes." he requested. Cautiously, you obeyed, your eyes fluttering open as you drunk in his appearance once more.

Brown stubble with a patch of grey graced the lower portion of his face. You reached out, this time your own hand cupping his cheek. Din didn't let go of you, and he let you touch him. Your finger nervously brushed over the coarse hairs and you let out a small giggle as you remembered him telling you from the Fresher room on the Razor Crest that he was going to shave. He had, and now you could see for yourself that it had started growing back.

"Do… do you like what you see?" Din asked nervously, his gaze only temporarily lifting from yours.

You nodded your head. "I do," you admitted. "You're… so handsome."

Din felt his cheeks heat up as you watched the small blush creep upon his face. You were enthralled, seeing him like this. Seeing his humanity— his emotions and expressions. You knew you loved Din, with or without the helmet— but this confirmed everything.

"May I?" Din asked, leaning into you slowly and closing his eyes. The curve of his nose bumped against yours as and the softness of his lips touched you so delicately.

You mumbled a small 'yes' and as your lips parted, Din kissed you. Soft, sweet, but passionate and with heart. You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging at it and encouraging Din to kiss you deeper and further. He done so, willingly, a groan of pleasure escaping his mouth and vibrating through your body.

He pulled away eventually, breathless and his eyes dark and glazed. "I-I…" he was speechless, looking at you with the utmost adoration. "I love you." He sighed in defeat, knowing now was a better time than any to admit his true feelings. He had to do it one day, and it just so happened to be in the depths of a forest as you hid from Imperials.

"I love you too." you exhaled shakily, thrusting forward into his arms and letting him hold you tight to his chest. He pressed a kiss into your hair.

"I love you so much." Din sobbed, his grip around you tightening like he was afraid that if he let go, you'd vanish just like Grogu did. "Please, never leave me. Please."

"I'm not going anywhere Din," you promised. "Now c’mon, let's go get Grogu."

PART TWO

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shower-racoon · 2 years

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Welcome, gamers and besties, to Racoon's Gaming Shoutouts! Every year on December 17 (starting this year, 2021), I will be shouting out 5 games that personally give me the happy brain chemicals. Without further ado, here's my personal top 5 games for 2021! (note that I am saying FOR 2021, not FROM 2021)

Something's a little sus on this list. From that sentence alone, I bet that at least half of you can tell what this game is, but for the uninformed: #5 goes to...

Among Us! You play as either a crewmate or an impostor. As the crewmate, you have to either complete all your tasks or vote out all the impostors. As the impostor, your goal is to either kill all crewmates or manage to successfully sabotage without it being fixed. The fun and frustration are endless! Free (with ads) on mobile!

Why I gave it this spot: The game's fun, don't get me wrong, but it's also frustrating. It's also been around for so long that you might as well accept that it's everywhere at this point. It's gotten a place on the list, but not a high one.

Ah, robots. These automated friends can help you to survive, thrive, or even colonize an unoccupied planet! Give it up for #4, also known as...

Autonauts! Build robots, give them tasks, and build a society that practically functions all on its own! Or, if you want, just stare at the cows, chickens, and bees for 10 hours straight, there's nothing wrong with that! Currently 50% off (at time of posting, ends December 22)

Why I gave it this spot: I enjoy this game. However, sometimes it can be... a bit boring, honestly. I can see why people might not like it. But at least there's less frustration (but there is still some frustration).

He pulls off heists. He goes to jail. He breaks out of jail, all without saying a word. The master of references, it's #3! Or, as he's better known:

The Henry Stickmin Collection! Play through all of the flash games, plus one new game that doesn't have a flash variant! Learn all about the background characters that you never paid any attention to as you try to 100% complete the game!

Why I gave it this spot: This game has great nostalgia value for me. I bet that a lot of you can relate to that. However, while it is a great game and a great nostalgia trap, the next two just feel like they deserve better spots, for some reason.

Can you hear those adorable laughs? See that pink trail? See the pink blob that it leads up to? That can only mean one thing: #2 is going to:

Slime Rancher! Find cute slimes, feed them food, collect their plorts, and sell them in order to take better care of your slimy friends! Discover 16 different types of slimes, and take great care of them! Discover what happened to the previous owner of the ranch (and don't worry, they left of their own volition, but that's enough spoilers), while also learning more about Beatrix!

Why I gave it this spot: Look at those slimes. Look at them. they are as adorable as some of them are deadly (but with proper care and safety, you should be fine). I'd give it the #1 spot if it wasn't so popular already.

But before I tell you what the #1 spot is, let me bring up the honorable mentions!

Minecraft: Mine, craft (guess where it got the name?), build, and make your way to killing a dragon.

Terraria: Like Minecraft, but it has different mechanics (most notably, gold tools and armor are actually useful in Terraria), includes much more magic, and ends with you killing the moon, not a dragon.

Friday Night Funkin: Honestly a little surprised that there's still mods being made for the game, and it's been confirmed that the full game isn't even out yet!

Rec Room: You know VRchat? It's kinda like that, but it's not anything like VRchat in the slightest. Still okay though

And now, we move on to the #1 spot on this list.

It's something that I doubt you've ever heard of before. A game that I made my first online friend through. And it's got rideable dragons. A game that I respect and will be playing again very soon, #1 on this list:

Aground.

In this game, you've been shipwrecked on an unknown island and must create a shelter to survive. Your choices, unlike in Deltarune, DO matter. You can save the builder from the storm, or you can let him die. You can have a pet dog, or you can have a pet cat. You can kill the dragon, or you can have a conversation with it. You can go for the magic path, the technology path, or the combined path, which is the only one which ends peacefully. There are tough boss fights, sidequests you can take part in, and online multiplayer for when you're feeling alone. And did I mention the dragons?

Now, let's say that you would enjoy the stuff above, but you're not sure if you want to buy it. Fortunately, there's a demo that, while it doesn't let you see the endings (obviously), it DOES allow you to get far enough not only to tame as many dragons as you want, but it also allows you to get far enough to make dragon ARMOR. If you want to try it out for free, then go right ahead. (please note that the game has been updated since the demo came out, so it might not be entirely indicative of what the full game is like)

Why I gave it this spot: I've played this game to completion, and I will gladly do it again. The gameplay is fun, even if it is a bit repetitive (but then again, that could be said for literally everything on this list), and there's interplanetary action. Oh, did I forget to mention that above? because it has multiple planets to explore. Also, I can't remember if I've mentioned it before, but there's dragons that you can tame and ride. If you're only going to play one of the games from this list, I recommend that you choose this one.

#long post #racoon's gaming shoutouts 2021

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cherryeol04 · 4 years

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Stray Kids Playing Minecraft~

A/n: I hope you all enjoy, and if you liked, please leave a like! 💖💖💖💖

Tags: @straysrachaa @lordseochangbin @channiesmixtape @starryseung @felixsanxchatbot @jisungsjheekies @mrbangchannie

Chan

- doesn't know almost anything about Minecraft the first time around but he plays with you to make you happy

- you have to baby him for a while

- BUT THEN!

- He goes and learns about the game in his free time

- and then he pleasantly surprises you now that you he doesn't suck anymore

- and most peculiar of all

- he got really interested in redstone

- boi can make some INVENTIONS

- His house is like, fully automated - farm and all

- it makes you jealous but also very proud

- a pretty big pacifist

- shears, veggies and bread is all he needs

- he still big soft baby but he smart baby now

- also, would totally run around with a pumpkin on his head if you could still wear them in the latest version

Lee Know

- would kill everything that moves

- would hoard all the meat and refuse to give you any

- deforestation at its finest

- king of surplus

- playing with him is actually playing by yourself cuz he goes off on his own

- builds himself a goddamn empire!

- and no one knows where it is

- if he catches you inside his house without permission: shoot first, ask questions never

- mobs fear him, not the other way around

- will give you items cuz you're a charity cause

- actually shares when you both go mining though

- but let's face it, he's just OP

- would try to get all the cats

- totally to chase away creepers

- not because he wants an army of them or anything

- gets annoyed that he has to constantly fish because the cats keep taking them but won't be tamed by him

- he totally did not search for mine shafts just for name tags to name his cats

- DO NOT HURT HIS CATS

- or he'd cancel you in-game and irl too

Changbin

- would be super excited to play Minecraft with his friends

- he would be the first on the server to scout out the land and get resources

- however, no one warned him about night fall

- and all the creepy, scary things that spawned

- changbin lives in the ground now

- he dug a hole at the base of the mountain to take refuge during the night and never looked back

- normal person? No way! He was a mole now!

- the best at mining and interior rock design

- he would only resurface to seek out food and animals

- it was Changbin who stole all the cows and sheep, so you couldn't find them for felix

- he would have three large pins just next to his mountain

- lots of cows, rainbow sheep and pigs with saddles

- " uh...so I found these pins of animals and like...no house?"

- "What?"

- "I think the magical Minecraft fairy spawned it into the world?"

- "It's super weird. But I'm gonna kill some cows for their leather"

- "DON'T YOU TOUCH MY COWS!"

- and to your shock, a secret door in the mountain opens and Changbin comes running out

- the door made courtesy of Chan

- "He's got a diamond sword already?!?"

- it's the last thing you scream as he kills you for being near his cows

- and after a round of feeding and breeding, he disappears back into his hole

Hyunjin

- would only be about building

- he would be the first one to have a diamond pickaxe just so he could mine cobblestone faster

- would also get efficiency V just so he could speed run through the mines

- would wander through different biomes for days to collect clay so he could make concrete

- and while you're busy actually playing the game, he would beg for you to pick flowers on your trip so he can dye the concrete different colors

- his first house would be a mansion

- but he would give up half way because he kept falling off the roof and dying

- would forget he is actually playing the game and would get scared when night falls and mobs start spawning in his unlit house

- not like you didn't tell him countless times to put down torches

- but he kept saying they ruined his aesthetic

- but now he keeps dying because mobs are literally waiting at his spawn point, killing him over and over and over again

- and he begs you to set the time to day and kill the mobs for him

- but you just laugh uncontrollably at him because karma really is a bitch

- but in the end, he ends up making an entire city, and invites the others to come and play on the server.

Jisung

- would be just like Chan

- a pure ass baby when it comes to playing minecraft, but super eager to play the game

- his first spawn would be in the middle of the night (because of server)

- and you would try to tell him to not leave the safety of spawn, but he just wouldn't listen

- "Listen, Y/n, I know what I'm doing! I'm a pro at this!"

- and he would run confidently into the night, like the actual idiot that he is

- he wouldn't get too far before he was attacked by all the mobs and got killed

- "Well that was just rude!"

- "Oh my god Jisung, I told you not to do it."

- "Well how was I supposed to know they were going to kill me?!"

- and you can only shake your head at his stupidity

- he would eventually wait until daytime, but unfortunately all of his items would be lost due to despawning

- it's not like either one of you were equipped to go and retrieve his items

- zombies sucked man! And skeletons are the worst!

- but with a new day comes a new adventure and you both head out to find a place to call home

- Jisung would run the entire way, even though he had no food to keep his hunger up

- he also wouldn't be paying attention to where he was going and would fall into a hole

- a very BIG hole

- 'J.One fell from a high place'

- "Really Jisung?"

- "I couldn't see it!"

- playing with Jisung would be a very challenging task, because he would never learn

- because by the time he had diamond armor and ready to fight the wither, he would have fallen from fifteen cliffs, twenty holes in caves and three ravines

- "Jisung if you die one more time I swear to god!"

- 'J.One fell from a high place'

- "That's it! I quit!"

Felix

- You would be so hyped to play with Felix

- You've seen him play other games, so you knew he'd be great at minecraft

- Getting the server had been his idea, the easiest way everyone could play together

- First day of spawn, Felix would already be listing off the things that you would need to accomplish

- wood, cobblestone, iron, seeds, sheep

- it was all just so overwhelming

- by the time you make your first complete set of wooden tools, felix would have iron tools already

- he'd been ten feet underground, digging for more resources while tasking you to find the animals for food, wool and feathers

- easier said then done

- and when he resurfaces and you don't have animals, he would simply sigh and go do it himself

- which would upset you because you would spend hours looking for just one god damn cow

- meanwhile, Felix would take five steps in one direction and come across hundreds of cows!!!

- WHERE DID ALL THESE COWS COME FROM?!?!?

- he'd travel the whole map just to find a jungle to get coco beans

- seriously though, how did he find the fucking jungle?

- it like doesn't exist

- except it does and Minho most likely lives there with all his cats

- Also, there's pandas!!!!!

- Felix would try and tame a panda, even though it's not possible

- When not trying to show off, Felix would be in his crappy little hut (cause hyunjin was still making the city), making cookies and cakes because why wouldn't he?

- at least he shares, unlike someone.....

- Felix would be absolutely unstoppable at the game, while you struggle to get to iron level armor (while trying to keep Jisung alive)

- Felix would have just a big ego

- it's okay though. One strike from Seungmin's sword and he'd be put back into his place

- Revenge is a dish best served Seungmin.

Seungmin

- the worst of the worst

- he would be the one to pretend to not know the game

- but really, he would be a minecraft expert

- read: troll

- every chance he would get, Seungmin would try to do something to ruin your day

- don't ever go mining with him. EVER!

- he would be the one to lead over a creeper to you in a ravine while you're trying to mine diamonds, right next to a lava pool

- the first one to explode wouldn't do any damage, thankfully

- "Don't you dare bring a creeper over here!"

- "I wouldn't."

- somehow, you wouldn't be convinced

- but you decided to trust him

- y/n clown

- you're just mining away at the diamond when a big explosion happens

- and you notice two things

- 1. the diamonds and the surrounding area were blown up

- 2. you were now in the pool of lava, dying

- meanwhile, Seungmin was running away, cackling like the evil little shit that he was

- the holy terror, that's what they would call him

- he would purposefully go out and fight creepers just to gather their gunpowder so he could make dynamite

- no one was safe from him

- except Minho

- because no one knew where he was

I.N.

- Jeongin would spend at least two days researching things for the game before actually playing

- he would want to have some knowledge before walking into hell that was the Stray Kids server

- it's okay though, because everyone loves Jeongin

- really, he wouldn't need to do a thing

- diamond armor, enchanted? check

- enchanted weapons? check

- his own cat and dog? double check

- everyone would do anything for this baby

- but Jeongin isn't one to mooch *coughJisungcough*

- even with all his presents, he would still start with the basics of punching a tree

- while others have found this skills in cooking, mining, falling into holes, redstone and building

- jeongin would be more interested in potions and enchanting

- YOU'RE A WIZARD INNIE!

- Jeongin would quickly master potion brewing

- even if it meant battling the scary blazes in the nether

- huh, so that's why Changbin was screaming so much

- he would be hired by Minho to make him potions of breathing so he could go claim an ocean monument

- Jeongin would only do it if he could help

- surprisingly Minho agrees and for the first time in 84 years, everyone gets to see Minho's character

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fayeimara · 3 years

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Meant To Be || One For Every Billion

6. By My Side | Pt 5

It takes you just a moment to understand his last message but you're already looking up as the dots are being connected and there he is, walking towards you with a real smirk on his real face.

So when he reaches you, you immediately say, "Definitely cute." and watch his mouth drop as he blushes.

Pretty boy didn't think you'd say it, did he? People should really know better than to dare you.

Although he gathers his composure pretty fast, responding after a beat, "Not cuter than you."

You laugh and shake your head, finishing the rest of your drink before standing, "Do you want anything?"

"I'm good, I just had a milkshake from the snack bar on the corner."

He moves to let you pass by him, following your lead as you move to exit the lounge and comment, "That's how you got here so fast. Where are the others?"

"Decided to do their own things, I guess. I think Maki was tired. I don't know what Iwa-chan and Mattsun are up to."

"Uh huh." You had a pretty good idea. They're probably busy being some of the best wingmen ever. That or Toru just ditched his friends, but you don't think he'd really ever do that.

But he'd also be complaining a little more that they ditched him if he didn't have some sort of idea so... you don't know what to think. Which is becoming a constant issue in his presence but it doesn't feel bad or scary.

At this point, you're not going to question it. If everyone is okay and happy, then you're going to focus on the now. Toru is really good at bringing that out in you, you realize as you come to a stop in the warm night air.

Turning to face him with a smile, you ask, "So, then, any requests from the birthday boy?"

His eyes light up with excitement and he responds, "Yes, but it's a surprise!"

"Okay, but.. shouldn't I be surprising you?" You question as he starts to lead you away from the lounge entrance.

"You already did! Now I know we have all night to enjoy the rest of the park."

"Or at least until it closes in a couple hours."

"Then we can gather anyone who's still up and have a party in my room!"

"Yeah, that's real ambitious. We'll see on that but- what's first?"

He stops briefly when he sees a cotton candy stall and answers in his sing-song manner, "First, something sweet for my angel."

Oh he's so cute. Seriously. But you let him buy it for you before prompting, "And now?"

"And now," he looks over at you with a satisfied smile, "we enjoy a ride down a river in a boat." He reveals, just as the two of you reach the entrance to the small, peaceful dock.

"Don't they close the river rides after dark?"

"In ten minutes, actually. So we should hurry because it'll drop us off to our next destination."

You look at him in surprise as you both join the relatively short line. Did he have this planned for before, when he thought you were going to leave? It's a little bittersweet because that's really thoughtful but, it also makes you sad to realize that would mean that maybe he thought the two of you wouldn't see each other again until the next time you visited. It also made you question... Were you unintentionally pushing him away when you visited?

Or you're just overthinking as per usual and he just puts this much effort into it every time he's spending time with a girl he might like. Right.

The two of you reach the front of the line in just a couple minutes and listen to the instructions from the staff member who tries to hand you down into the automated boat. You say 'try' because Toru's hand cuts in between and he helps you instead, giving the guy a pretty condescending smile. He's not even threatened, just.. acting like there was no other possibility because, well, it's not even a contest. You can't lie, you like it.

You settle down and he gets in after you, pretty steady himself as he elegantly plops down into the seat next to you, his arms stretching forward for a brief moment before leaning back into the seat, shifting his legs forward, and placing his hands in his jacket pockets. And whatever he just did there.. that's pretty hot too.

As your boat moves away from the dock, you're struck by the romantic atmosphere of the ride. The quiet melody of the water you're gliding through, the trees dotting the sides of the river that sway with a breeze every so often, their branches reaching towards the water like the leaves are looking for a cool, gentle place to lay. You and Toru, under the stars that are peeking slightly out of the sky, like shy observers to your secret little adventure.

He isn't saying anything either, studying the environment and in his own thoughts you suppose, but you don't mind the silence. You do, however, offer him the cotton candy, tilting the base of the cone you're holding so it's angled towards him. He pulls a hand free from his pocket to reach out and grab a tuft of the cloud-like candy before popping it in his mouth with a smile.

"Do you think about where you want to be in the future?" He's looking up at the sky, head tilted back against the seat, when you look over at his question.

You bite your lip, considering what he's asking. You think way too much about it sometimes, you suppose. "How far in the future?"

He looks over at you in surprise, like he expected a quick answer instead of your clarifying question. Now it's his turn to think. "I guess in a few years, after graduating. What do you want to do?"

"What I want to do is probably very different from where I might be, I think."

"How so?"

You're both looking at each other, lost in another bubble together, so you try to be as honest to yourself as you want to be with him, "In an ideal world, I would either write or play volleyball. Realistically, I'll end up tied to... my family business more than I'd like. Which means I likely won't have the time or energy left to do the things I love."

His eyes are wide, you think he's realized he just turned a mountain, not a rock. Maybe even you wouldn't know what to say in response to someone who just said what you did. But then he surprises you yet again, "If you know what you want to do, what stops you from making sure that's where you end up instead, no matter what?"

"You know," you smile at him softly, "That's exactly the battle I'm currently fighting. So we'll see how it turns out, I guess."

"So," his voice turns teasing, "will you pick writing or volleyball, when you win?"

"Probably writing," you answer with a laugh, releasing the weight that just took a break on your shoulders.

"Why?"

"You love volleyball, right? So much that you can't see yourself doing anything but that for the rest of your life?"

He sends another shocked, wide-eyed look your way but you're surprised he doesn't realize how clear that is to read on him, how easily you figured it out really early in the course of your correspondence this past year. You tuck that away for another day and continue your answer to his question.

"I love both like that and, the way I see it, I'm lucky to be able to love more than one thing at a time. And because I do, they'll both always have a place in the future I want. So it's not really that I'm making a choice between one or the other, I'd be incapable of that. Volleyball will always be in my life, even if it isn't the same way it is now. It's just that I'll pursue writing as my vocation while continuing to enjoy volleyball however I can."

"So you won't go pro." He doesn't state it as a question but it sounds like there's still one in there somewhere.

"I don't think so. That's... a little more complicated."

He shifts to turn more towards you, pulling another piece of the cotton candy you're holding between the two of you and encouraging, "I've seen your videos, Y/n. You're as much, if not more, talented than either of your cousins."

You laugh again, "Aren't you a little biased, Oikawa?"

"Sure, but I'm still telling you the truth as I see it. You've already filled the gaps they lack as players, you almost seem to have none. You're part of the powerhouse teams in your region, even country. And you can only improve from there."

"Yeah. But it's not talent or skill or even anything about volleyball itself that makes me so sure about its role in my life."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I promise, I will another day. But I know it'll be a long discussion and I want to hear your answer."

"My answer?"

"Where you want to be after you graduate."

"Don't you already know?" His lips pull up into a confident smile, "Because you said it, Y/n-chan. I can't see myself doing anything but playing volleyball for my future."

"No matter how you get there?"

"No matter how I get there." He confirms, watching you with a tilt to his head, "But I will get there."

"Of that, I have no doubt. I've seen you play, too."

And like that, his smile twists into a satisfied smirk, "Just on video, huh? You still have to come to one of my games in person, though."

"Oh, I do, do I?" You're grinning as the two of you fall back into lighthearted teasing.

"Of course. I think there's still a thing or two I could teach you."

"I'm sure. Without a doubt."

By the time the boat reaches the end of its line, the cotton candy is completely gone, much like any space between you both. The two of you are just short of leaning into each other, your sides already pretty much pressed against each other for most of the fifteen minute ride, as you and Toru talked and joked about various things with only the blinking stars and swaying trees as your witnesses.

You take a deep breath in as your boat approaches the dock, starting to pull away from him slightly, but you also catch the now-familiar scent of some product Toru uses and it smells divine. It's the sort of scent that makes you want to lean into his chest or neck and just relax while he holds you.

Oh my god. You need to slap yourself. That was pathetic, right? And after just one romantic boat ride, holy shit. You still have another hour and a half to go unless you completely bail on him. And for what? Because you caught yourself slipping? Again?

Ugh. No. You're here to be a good friend. And okay, take it slow and see what else could be between the both of you. But that shit wasn't slow.

You've pulled away, physically and metaphorically, by the time your boat docks but you still accept his hand as he helps you off, blocking the attendant yet again. He doesn't pull away though and neither do you, so you're still holding hands as you and Toru walk to your next destination.

Just taking it slow. Right... Shit.

Turns out your next destination is the carousel. You two keep switching horses, messing around until you're politely removed. After which you hit up some of the rides like the one that spins really fast so that you're pressed back against the reclined wall, or the one where you sit in a claw that swings you up, down, around, etc.

Following that, it's mini coasters and then upgraded back to some of your favourite thrill coasters from earlier in the day. You tell him it's a completely different experience at night. After the first one, he agrees. So you two hit up four more.

By the time the two of you get off the last one, teasing and laughing about who was screaming louder (it was him, obviously), you only have a little over twenty minutes left before the park closes. So your hand finds Toru's, your fingers lacing together with ease and electric familiarity by now, and you pull him along in order to run back to the hotel through the remaining crowd.

"Why are we going back?" He's barely even out of breath as he easily catches up to race beside you, but you guess neither are you. Thank you, conditioning.

"It's a surprise!"

The concierge barely startles when he sees two teens just run through, raising his hand to call out before lowering it in defeat. You're already gone anyways. You reach the elevator bay and hit the button for your floor, thankfully the door to the middle one opens immediately with a smooth tone. When the two of you get in for the ride up to the top floor, the pace steadies and you're just looking at each other while you each catch your breath, then you burst out laughing again.

"Okay so you're still not going to tell me?" There's a little bit of mock attitude in his tone but it's washed away by his genuine smile.

"Just wait."

The elevator dings as it reaches your floor and you're pulling him out with the doors barely open. The two of you reach your room and you swipe the card over the lock, opening the door, pulling you both through and closing it in swift motions before letting go of his hand and running to the balcony.

"Come on!"

You look back to encourage him forward as you open the double doors and he strolls up to your side before you both step out together. Just as you reach the rail, faint music starts to drift up from the park's speakers, getting louder and louder until you can hear its strains clearly, playing the orchestral melody that indicates the park will be closing in fifteen minutes.

It's what you can see only from up here that you wanted to show him. Because with the music that plays, there are lights quite literally at every inch of the park that turn on in an incredible show.

Many people gather on the streets or at particular locations for the ground level view. But those are always crowded and honestly a pretty limited view of the show's true scale. It's the guests who have park facing rooms and know to stop for the view from their balconies at this time that experience the true and complete nature of the stunning spectacle.

"Wow." He barely says it, it's more like a word he releases with his breath, but you're so happy knowing you were right.

This is the perfect ending to an incredibly special day that deserves no less. You and Toru stand there, side by side for the full fifteen minutes, still under the carpet of stars that seem a little closer from up here. The two of you hold hands, arms and sides pressed against each other as you both lean on the balustrade and listen to the crescendos and decrescendos, glancing at each other with smiles and the occasional comment. Sometimes pointing to a corner or edge of the park laid out beneath you to pull the other's attention with a tug on your linked hands.

And when the music starts its final rise only to move into its final descent, you look instead at Toru and find him looking back at you. With your hands still linked, you lean into him further to place a soft kiss on his cheek, mirroring the one from a year ago, this on his other side. Then you lean back to look at his flustered but happy face with a soft smile and add your wish for him to your blessing-

"Happy Birthday, Toru."

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-ngl but that moment when Toru takes a seat in the boat was fully inspired by my memory of him at the Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa match, just after Iwa hops over the seat like wow, but then the way Oikawa stretches out from his previous position... just more wow. Sorry, I can't explain it. I love that scene (and the others with those two that follow) and I don't know if I'm the only one it stuck with like this...

A/N: Okay...time for the vent... I will be the first to say that I love Kuroo and Suna primarily, and both the Miyas are a close second.. but I DO NOT KNOW HOW OIKAWA KEEPS PULLING THIS ON ME like... this whole episode really got away from me again. I mean, I did like Oikawa as a close second to Kuroo (who's been my steady the whole time, js, it's unwavering) for a LONG time before being intro'd to Inarizaki but... then Suna just came in and turned my head until I was like.. Oikawa, who? But maybe this just goes deep, so I didn't know he was always still in there. He IS incredibly lovable after all, you can't change my mind about that, and I really respect him as a complex character and okay, yeah, I honestly can't remember who was my first between him and Kuroo at this point because I was simping for them both before I really even remembered their names (and was trying to avoid being teased by my bf for rewatching scenes with them since he had to bribe me to watch the show in the first place). Anyways, I don't know what I'm saying anymore since I desperately need to go to sleep, maybe for a whole day, so I hope you guys like this one! Because.. just, yeah. Toru <3 I guess

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yuvon-writes-letters · 3 years

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Hey guys :)

Maybe I'm going chronological for one time, so I can sort my thoughts easier.

Yeah, Goldie's much mire active than I would've thought, too. But they did all those things to keep me alive and kind of save, since we still don't know who they are exactly working against. (I mean, we don't know who Goldie exactly is either, but you get my point)

Honestly, I am pretty sure the TSB timeline is continuing, at least if my theory that Goldie just set me back in an alternate timeline is true. In this case I feel sorry for TSB, though..Extremely sorry. He still was 'my' Jake back then, even though he acted weird in the end (maybe was manipulated by entities). I mean, if what he wrote was true he went with authorities. And in the end..this could've been his downfall.

And yeah, maybe I'm not exactly safe, but I just have to go back. If I go, and if I lose my job, I have some things to sort out. And Jake luckily agreed with me that clearing up my desk isn't the worst thing I can do before leaving. We're still thinking about a location, which I could luckily deside myself. Max agreed on that. Even though he still has some doubts. (I mean, of course...His cousin opened the door with bruises all over her face.) He did promise to not ask any questions until I feel ready, though. That gives myself and Jake some time to figure that out.

And also, Jake is right! We have three Jakes and three smart people. YUVON. And of course Goldie, like you said Yu :) And some information about the previous timeline. (And that was it with being chronological)

So yeah, like I said, Max and I'll go. And I also think we can be pretty certain now that the message came from Goldie not the MWAF (which is relieving). I saw the messages and they didn't make Jake the bad guy. I honestly just don't think I can quote them yet. (They're too good, but I probably start daydreaming if I do) But they talk about Jake being an important part of my life and my heart and Max protecting me when he cannot. My dear cousin jumped to conclusions when he saw my bruised face. About Max' phone...I'll probably throw it in a river or something if he brings it with him. I told him not to, also because of Jake (he's not only worried about the MWAF apparently...He didn't exactly say it out loud, but I think it's pretty obvious) but he loves this device.

And I emphasize with you about the being kidnapped thing, you'll manage it, I know it :) And if I need to jump dimensions and box some sense into your Crow-Crew xD

No but for real, you can do that. I know it :)

Jake, find a good point in time to talk to her. But do it :)

Otherwise, I still think the 'underlying desire' theory is a possibility! But, like always in the moment, we could be wrong.

As for my stasis, I really do not wish to talk to more people who think I've been kidnapped. And I am a bit scared that could somehow lead to either them or me being in more danger again. But for now we have to wait.

I for now will pack some important things and paper & pens xD I don't want to leave y'all behind :P

Liska🐾🔥

[A screenshot is glued to the back of the letter and the quick sentence "Jake wants to talk to Jake" is written above]

Hello Jake, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am not quite sure in which way Liska will handle giving you my message, but she promised me to not read it for now.

I don't know whether she told you before or not, but as far as I am concerned she realised I am not only worried about the MWAF chasing her.

With me breaking out of this stasis I am sure that my followers aren't that far behind. And I know you can't do anything from where you are, but cross checking way to protect her doesn't seem to bad to me. Especially since we are similar but still fairly different from each other. At least it seems like that from what I have read.

For my part, I recently improved and updated Nym-OS which allows me access to Liskas whereabouts. If Yuvon should read this, she knows and agrees to it.

Still I am yet stuck on one little detail: I am trying to help Nym-OS in counterattacking. So, even though I am sure you already knoe this yourself, Nym-OS gets the ability to access location of the people attacking Liskas phone. I am almost done with that, so we are able to see a bit easier if and where people are that could be a danger.

Do you have any other ideas for ways I could help? Or even improve what I am doing momentarily. I wouldn't normally ask this since I know and trust my skills, but I think that this is fairly different from a 'normal situation'.

~ Jake

Lis,

Um. I don't know if you've seen the newest person to send in a letter, but we now have an issue.

Jessy, if you're reading this, I was sort of trying to avoid talking about this right away but I'm sort of trapped in a weird place, and Jake's here too because I'm a dumbass. I did not, so you know, let him read your letter or my reply. I figured you wouldn't want that. Sorry for dancing around the issue earlier :/ But at least you can get a good sample of the complete insanity we go through on the regular now!

Yeah... you're getting thrown into the deep end right now, aren't you. Sorry. There's no way to ease into this. You should probably either stop reading these entirely or start reading the letters from the beginning, so this will all at least make some sense. The first letter should start with the words "To whoever reads this," just so you know you get the right one.

Back to you, Lis. Yeah, I feel pretty bad for TSB Jake too. I honestly can't imagine being in his position right now.

Alright. So, you can choose the place. Great! There's way less chance of you being caught that way...

Tragedies just seem to be happening to all us Duskwood detectives, recently, don't they? Rai is chronically overworked and barely has time to sleep, I'm stuck in this hellhole and I've been forgotten by most everyone, you were shot, and poor Matt died and... well.

I never knew him, but I feel really bad for him :(

You could give Max half the truth. Tell him you have a stalker, and he's starting to get physical. Jake has been trying to help you get away from the asshole. It's not even a lie, just... not the full truth. Because. You know. The whole truth is completely fucking insane.

Writing to Jessy just put into perspective how insane everything is, I think. Gimme a sec.

Oh, fuck. My Jessy just texted me. Great timing.

Jeez that whole thing with me leaving myself out was just a joke XD If I knew you and Jake would take it so seriously, I'd never have said anything. I'll steer clear from now on.

Yeah, okay, definitely Goldie. That makes way more sense. I don't think you have to be quite so drastic as destroying the phone. Just get him to leave it at home for the trip.

Ahaha, thanks. I don't think that's necessary, though. Actually, seeing future!Jessy's perspective has caused a bit of a paradigm shift. I think I might need to reconsider what all to tell and not to tell the Crow Crew. I just sort of default to keeping things secret, now, but you've seen how well that worked for me with you and Rai, and with Jake.

Again, you probably should wait for them to contact you first, but you WILL need to talk to them when that happens. What you say to them and what you don't is up to you.

Pack a couple different pens XD We're all a bit long-winded.

That's all from me :)

(The handwriting changes to Jake's.) Hallo, Lis.

Yuvon refuses to tell me what precisely she means about Jessica. Was she somehow contacted by an alternate version of Jessica? If so, how?

I am glad it was Goldie who contacted Max. Yuvon's suggestion for an excuse seems a good one, as there are far less things to remember that way. You simply need to oversimplify everything.

I do not, unfortunately, entirely believe that Yuvon was joking when she made that comment, based on previous comments and her ongoing guilt. I can't understand sometimes why she feels the need to lie so much. It is difficult for me to read people, much less her.

I will speak to her eventually. Early tomorrow, perhaps, if nothing else rears its head. Yuvon looks tired, and I am also admittedly not at my peak. I sincerely hope she does not wake up as early as she does every single day. It may get somewhat taxing, what with the lack of coffee here.

I think that is all from me to you, Lis. If you would kindly find a way to send the next section to my counterpart without looking at it, it would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you :)

—Jake and Yuvon

Jake,

It is a pleasure to meet you as well, despite the unusual circumstances.

That our pursuers may be freed from the stasis is a logical conclusion. Seeing as the last known location I had on them in my universe was approximately five hundred miles from Duskwood, they will likely be some of the first to free themselves from the stasis. I do not believe I need to warn you that time is of the essence.

It seems as if I am a small distance ahead of you in the development of countermeasures, perhaps because I have had more linear time to develop them. If you are where I think you are at in the development, you likely have or will soon hit a bug you cannot pin down that makes the pinpointing mechanism simply refuse to work at all. Presuming your and my version of NYM-0S are similar enough, the issue should lie in the public bool set in line 132 of the third part of the targeting script, the script that decides what constitutes a target; you have it defaulted to "false" where it should default to "true".

As for additional countermeasures: I was attempting to work on a rudimentary automated system of pattern detection when I was brought here. Essentially, its function would be such that it would be able to triangulate using the locator features already installed to find a rough estimate of where their headquarters might be. However, I have not found any way thus far to eliminate outliers, and as such the feature is currently next to useless. I am no longer able to work on the code, but perhaps you will have more luck than I did.

That is all I can think of for the moment on that subject. However, I have an odd theory on what may be part of the reason we vary so. If you have a moment to spare, please answer me this:

When I was very young, back when Mother was still around, she took me to a doctor for odd behaviors. This included not looking people in the eyes, but there was a list. I was given a diagnosis; if you had the same experience, you should likely know which one.

Did you have this experience? If so, please prove it by stating what the diagnosis was.

Do not worry if you do not know what I am talking about; I would rather you did not guess. Simply state that you don't know. It will confirm my theory.

Good luck with your pursuers.

—Jake

(The letter tucks itself in the paper clip with the others.)

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