#my social battery is still a little depleted

[yangus]

i was in voice chat with an old friend of mine for like an hour so much has happened in the interim... but its so good to have a friend and knowing that the people ive been, to be frank, Neglecting still remember me... 

#vain.txt #we talked a little about my isolationist tendencies and i was like ahaha Yea... #i go through these Phases (mostly in summer) where i just dont talk to Anybody not even friends i consider close #i feel terrible for it but i am so honored to have such understanding friends who still reach out to me #or just. ''we'll be here for you when you get back'' is Also such a wonderful thing to hear... #ive said it in a previous post but i have been isolating essentially since march/april #my social battery is Depleted but i am happy still

[reikaryu]

real eyes (realise) ft. minghao

pairing : xu minghao x gen!reader

summary : that moment it all made sense to you.

genre : drabble, fluff

warning(s) : a huge party with potentially drunk people, reader panics at some point, not proofread, 607 words

requested by @piakae : hi raebae! could you do a ‘moment of realisation’, reader and someone (you can choose idm) have that silent moment, maybe something dire happened, maybe something happy happened, and they just have a moment looking at each-other across the room realising they’re the only people for each other. can be friends to lovers or just lovers idm!! love you 😘

you’re only laying in his lap, body resting sideways to comfortably watch your favourite show on the television, when you remember the night so many moons ago.

one of his hands’ fingers are threading through your hair absentmindedly, his eyes focused on the screen before him. his other hand is stationed on your elbow, thumb rubbing circles at irregular intervals.

the coffee table between the television and the couch has two glasses of water on it, one with tiny droplets of water on the outer surface. both your phones are lying next to each other, screen dark as a result of your “do not disturb” modes turned on.

the room is dim; curtains drawn and the only source of light coming from the kitchen. the evening is a little chillier than usual, and when a slight wind blows, minghao senses your shiver and casually drapes his jacket over your frame — the very one he pulled from his closet just in case you got cold.

you smile.

──────

you were panicking, unable to think straight as you pushed through the overcrowded dance floor to search for the person who brought you to this party in the first place — also inconveniently the only one you knew.

you felt tears pooling in your eyes and you but your lip, willing them not to come out. you never did good in such a place with so many emotions and people. honestly, you thought minghao was like you, reserved and preferring to stay at home than go to a huge gathering.

but, yet again, you were wrong, because if he was like you, he’d still be by your side, anxiously whispering in your ear about the unusual amount of people he couldn’t recognise.

you sighed, alas giving up, and you began making your way toward the exit. a moment later, you realised how far into the room you ventured, having passed by too many couples or situationships dancing to count. the exit sign was now just a bright green line that constantly urged you to go towards.

your journey to the exit was, as expected, tough. you tried not to separate the couples having their fun with each other, no doubt making you uncomfortable along the way. you also tried to avoid those holding drinks, uncaring of whether the liquid spilled over the edge of the cup onto someone else.

god, you would never go to a party ever again.

you might have been half way there when you swore you heard someone call your name. but you ignored it, blaming it on your depleting social battery and overall energy. then you heard your name again, and this time it sounded desperate.

you heard it three times before you turned around, searching for the source. you couldn’t not be hallucinating — no one here knew you, as far as you could remember. except minghao.

oh.

your eyes widened suddenly, as if you saw a dead body come to life. they locked with a familiar pair, so close but so far. minghao was looking at you with all the worry in the world, and you swore you could see some silver lining his beautiful eyes. ones that seemed to hold the galaxy.

that moment could have made it to the top ten most cliché scenes in real life. two people staring at each other like they held the world in their hands.

your face held relief and joy. his was full of distress and longing as he pushed through the crowd. the very second you were in reach, he pulled you towards him and held you tight. you felt a tear drop onto your head.

happy new year everyone !! now that my school term has started, I’ll be a lot more inactive but I’ll try to post a fic once in a while :) blessing all of you with a great year ♡

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[anthrofreshtodeath]

— one being shorter and it being a source of great enjoyment for the other

Their height difference is DELICIOUS

Ok, I went less romantic and more fun, but... I do love the Rizzoli siblings. Maura included.

Several people requested this one, so I am answering here, in just one spot. But know that I saw all your requests! Here we go!

___

Boiling. Once simmering, now raging. It’s how Maura would describe both the weather and her mood on this late July mid-morning. Crowds deplete her social battery, and Walt Disney World has no shortage of those - screaming children, oblivious adults, families overstimulated on sugar and at wits end. The smell of sunscreen, and human sweat, and confections on every corner turn her stomach when her anxiety reaches a crescendo.

She… she just… ugh. 

She can’t believe she wants to stamp her foot like a child.

She can’t believe she wants to pout.

She can’t believe she agreed to go on this vacation with three overgrown children.

“I don’t know, we’re still pretty far away from the front,” Tommy Rizzoli climbs up on the railing they all leaned against and it puts him head and shoulders above the tallest person in their vicinity. “But I don’t know Maura, they got height requirements,” he says seriously, “you may have to turn back when it’s time to get on.”

Frankie and Jane Rizzoli bubble up into a gutsy, giggly fit of laughter, until Frankie’s chuckles become a raspberry and then they’re dissolving into real, hearty bellows. People around them stare, some smiling just because their humor is so infectious. 

Maura is quickly becoming resistant to the strain, however, especially since the past half hour’s jokes have been entirely at the expense of her height. “I’ll have you know that five-seven is three inches over the US average for women!” she retorts lamely, crossing her arms.

Apparently that doesn’t matter to three people all just about six-feet tall. “Just remember, kid, stand on your tippy toes and they’ll let ya through,” Frankie teases, patting the top of her head while he uses his other hand to wipe tears from his eyes. 

Jane hops up from her reclining stance, walking as the crowd slowly moves closer to the entrance of Space Mountain, clearly excited to get on. “Ok, I’m guessin’ thirty more minutes,” she said, eyes scanning the front of the line.

“Oh! I see it!” Tommy shouts, “forty-four inches. Damn, Maura, you may just be shit outta luck,” he says with childish glee. He looks at Jane, who laughs, too, but then smacks the back of his head.

“So you can read,” she jokes, standing between him and Maura and he frowns. 

Frankie howls. 

And, ok, Maura cracks a little bit of a smirk. Just a small one, because Tommy does have dyslexia. He’s an avid reader, audiobooks being a big help with that, but still. 

“Real mature, Janie,” he barks, but when he looks at Maura, sends a wink her way, Maura returns his smile more fully. “Comin’ from someone who can’t remember to pack underwear to save her life. On any trip.”

“A’right, a’right,” Jane says loudly, wrapping her arm around her youngest brother’s shoulders. “Let’s call a truce until at least after this ride. I don’t need everyone hearing about my emergency underwear shopping trips.”

“Oh yeah, now she wants to play nice, when it’s all about her,” Frankie calls from over Maura’s head. 

Jane shoots him a dagger of a look, and Maura can hardly take it seriously because of the matching shirts Frankie forced them to wear, with their surnames and a very apt I’m Sorry You Have to Wait in Line behind Us on the back. 

The boil returns to a simmer. 

It could be the shade, or it could be Frankie’s strong hands on her shoulders. It could have been Tommy’s wink, it could be the way Jane holds her own free hand out behind her back, her signal for Maura to put a snack in the palm of it. Maura sighs, pulls the trail mix out of her bag and pours some just as Frankie leans close to her ear. 

“We love you, ya know,” he says, squeezing her muscles into loosening. “That’s why we roast ya.”

She lifts up her head, not jazzed about having to do so to catch his eyes after all their teasing, but his smile eases her. “I… I think I’m just not used to…”

“Well, see that name on the front of your shirt? Time to start gettin’ used to it,” he says with a little chuckle. “But you can always tell us when enough is enough. Trust me, we know we’re knuckleheads.”

“You’re assholes,” Maura corrects when she looks forward again, Jane having consumed her handful of trail mix and now bouncing on the balls of her feet with anticipation. They’d all been so animated when she said she’d never been here, elated as they planned every moment of the itinerary to ensure the perfect first Disney experience for her.

And now, Maura realizes, the ribbing is part of it. Because, as they told her countless times, Disney is only fun when you do it with family.

“Atta girl,” Frankie tells her after he gasps at her candor. He slaps his hands against her shoulders hard enough to jostle her, clearly pleased. “Ya learn quick.”

#otp prompts august 2023 #rizzoli and isles #would the Rizzolis be Disney people? probably not #but its fun to pretend

[rosenfey]

think I am going to step back for a bit and get a little break. I will still be here but my social batteries are pretty much depleted and I am dealing with some health-related problems. and while I love seeing my mutuals on my dash and appreciate you so much I think I want to hit the brakes for a little while. I will still be here but I might be a little reserved with my interactions until I feel mentally ready again. love you a lot and please take care <33

#ambie.txt #I will respond to messages and all but it might take me a few days. my mental illnesses have been hitting hard lately and it's affecting #my physical health. so I need to just relax a bit I think #I am not going anywhere <3 it just might take me longer than usual to interact or reply to you all #but please know I love and care for you a lot. which is why I want to take this break so I can be my cheerful self again with y'all <3

[danydarkly]

Late posting this because I'm still feeling incredibly wiped out from this past weekend but I wanted to doodle a little something to express the immense gratitude I feel for everyone who supported me this past weekend at Otakuthon. Y'all were very lovely and really gave me a huge confidence boost. Special shout out to the readers of Red & Wolf that came by and gave such nice feedback for my first webtoon and bought Red & Wolf prints like?? What?? In previous years at Otakuthon, before I started this comic, I would maybe get one or 2 people that recognized the Wolf Song or Heidi animatics, which was super dope but this year?? Half the people who bought stuff from my table were readers of Red & Wolf which was so unexpected. Not to be dramatic but it still feels like a fever dream, like I had to double check my inventory to make sure that was real aaaaaa Also! For some reason y'all would show up every time I had to leave my table to go to the bathroom lmao I'm so sorry for those of you I missed because of that, it's so funny that it kept happening every time though 😅 Also-also! I'm so happy I finally got to meet some mutuals in person, as well as some other artists whom I have been following for some time. Happy to have met new people and see some old friends whom I haven't seen since "the before times", honestly just being in an environment where I can geek out about stuff I like with people who also like the same stuff is always a good time. My social battery is thoroughly depleted but I'm so amped to table again next year, as well as table at other cons and tradeshows if possible. Anyway, this is getting long so I'll wrap it up by saying thanks again for your support and kind words 💗💗💗

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[sociallyanxiouscryptid]

Pain, My Old Friend Part 1

A whump piece that I have been working on. This piece here is more of an introduction to the character, if you want to get straight to the whump you can find that here.

I had this idea for a character who is socially awkward and quiet, seemingly unconfident in themself, however the moment they are in a dangerous situation, they completely change. They’re essentially an adrenaline junkie to the extreme and also, I guess, a masochist but not in a sexual way. Whether or not that is an accurate representation of how people can be I don’t really care. I had fun writing this. (Unless of course there is a genuine issue that I am unaware of, then I care)

This will go into the caretaking side of things after all the whump, I have a lot of this planned out.

Whumpee and caretaker, in my mind are FBI esk people so they are investigating some sort of case and Whumpee has been captured for interrogation but Whumper also has other interests. 

CW: Corner store Robbery, guns, shooters, getting shot, blood, manic whumpee

~

Whumpee didn’t want to get out of the car. They were tired and their social battery was completely depleted, not to mention the corner store was so crowded and noisy looking they had a headache from just looking at it.

“You, ok?” Caretaker asked, glancing at them from the driver’s seat.

They sighed, “yeah, let’s just get this over with.”

They unbuckled their seatbelt, Caretaker mirroring them as they got out of the car.

“Who knew corner stores got this busy,” Whumpee said moving to the front of the car.

“Yeah, that’s going to make it harder to talk to her,” Caretaker said.

“Should we wait then?”

Caretaker shook their head. “We don’t have time. If we don’t figure this out, and quickly, they are going to have more of a head start then they already do.”

Whumpee knew that, knew that their reluctance was selfish and stupid, there were more important things here then their social anxiety and discomfort. A few people left the store as they approached, reducing the numbers slightly though Target still looked swept off her feet with a line of five or more people. Both Whumpee and Caretaker’s eyes were glued to her as they approached, watching as he hands darted about, grabbing things, inputting information, handing over money and items. Had Whumpee not had the information they did about her, they would have assumed she was a completely average person. Maybe even a kind person, with a wide smile and bright eyes.

A buzzer went off as Caretaker opened the door and they both entered. They stepped clear of the door, continued watching.

“It’s amazing how people can seem to live such normal lives and yet in the background secretly want the world to end,” Caretaker said.

“I don’t think that part is out of the ordinary,’ Whumpee said.

Caretaker frowned at them.

“How so?”

Whumpee shrugged, glanced at him. “Heaps of people secretly wish for the world to end, or at least for something dramatic to disrupt their repetitive lives. But rarely does the average person truly wish, let alone enact, real harm to the people around them. Of course, it happens, it’s our job to deal with that.”

“You would never think she’s a terrorist looking at her,” Caretaker said.

They hovered at the end of an aisle waiting for the line to die down a little but every time a person left another seemed to appear out of nowhere. So, they queued up, Caretaker having picked out a pack of lollies at random.

The aisle for the line was narrow and people stood too close to each other, and it took all of Whumpee’s will power to breath normally. Occasionally when the person at the front of the line was done, instead of walking an extra step around to the other aisle, they would walk back through the line, forcing Whumpee to push themselves against a shelf and even then, some still brushed shoulders.

“It won’t be long,” Caretaker assured.

Whumpee just worked their jaw. This, among many reasons, is why they don’t work in the field, why they shouldn’t be here.

The person behind them stepped closer and Whumpee could feel the person’s breath on their neck, their skin on fir. They tried to step away, but the person just followed, and anger and anxiety coiled inside of them, clenching their fists. They stood stiff as a board, praying to whatever gods exist that this bloody line hurries up.

Finally, they reached the front of the line. Caretaker stepped forward, but Whumpee remained to the side, pretending to be interested in a selection of chocolate.

“Hi there, how are you today?” The target smiled.

“Great thanks,” Caretaker said, “how are you?”

“Oh, you know, doing as well as I can.” Up close her bright eyes held a deep level of exhaustion.

“Do you get busy like this all the time? You would think they’d give you an extra pair of hands.”

“You’d think that wouldn’t you?” She said. “But no, just me. Always just me.”

“Sounds exhausting,” Caretaker said.

She just nodded.

“So, is there no one else who can take over for a few minutes?”

She stopped what she was doing and frowned at him. He pulled out a badge and-

Before anything could happen, before the panic could grip her features and she began the process of excuse or possibly an escape attempt, gunfire filled the room.

“Everyone get down on the floor!”

Whumpee and Caretaker spun around as customers screamed and dropped to the cold tiles. A person dressed all in black, including the ski mask covering his face, stood by the door, gun firing up into the ceiling sending particles and chunks into the air. His eyes locked with them, and he moved his aim, gripping the weapon with both hands.

“I said get on the ground,” they yelled.

Caretaker moved carefully, hiding the badge as they obeyed, mimicking the others around him as he laid out on his stomach.

Whumpee, however, didn’t move.

“Whumpee,” Caretaker hissed, but they still made no movement. Were they frozen? Is this why they requested to stay behind a desk?

Gunman’s barrel snapped to Whumpee, and they charged forward.

“I said on your knees,” Gunman said, stepping over customers until he was a good couple of metres away.

“Actually,” Whumpee said, voice calmer then Caretaker had heard all day. “You said get on the ground.” They cocked their head. “So, which is it? Knees or ground?”

“Which ever one you think is going to keep you from getting shot,” Gunman snarled.

The laugh that left Whumpee’s lips surprised Caretaker. In fact, this whole situation was one big confusing shock, but that laugh. It wasn’t a laugh he’d heard from them before. It was a mocking thing, but only because it was pure and genuine in its amusement, and if Caretaker didn’t know them, he would say there is something very wrong.

“Oh well if that’s the case I think I will remain standing.” Whumpee said relaxing their posture as they put their hands in their pockets.

“I will shoot you,” Gunman said, readjusting his grip on the gun.

That laugh again

“You think that’s threatening? Anyone can show up with a gun, that doesn’t make you scary.”

“I will kill you,” Gunman growled.

“And yet I’m still standing,” they held out their arms, dancing around on their spot. “How long are you going to let me disobey you? How many more times are you going to threaten me before you shoot me?”

“Whumpee, stop it,” Caretaker hissed.

He can see Gunman’s agitation growing, and if he wasn’t going to shoot them before he sure would soon.

Whumpee didn’t seem to hear him, or they ignored him.

“Or do you not have the balls to do it? “Whumpee was the one who moved closer this time, bent forward, the gun now inches away from them and for a second Gunman went to step back. “Did you come in here just expecting people to be afraid of your little toy? My, my little boy, that’s just disappointing.”

The gunman’s teeth were so tightly clenched one would think they were about to snap.

Whumpee laughed again. “Oh, this isn’t fun at all. Is the gun even loaded? Or is that a bluff too?”

Gunman swirled with emotions. This hadn’t been the type of person they expected to find, the kind of victim they were used to. Where were the tears? The begging? That’s what they had expected from someone like them, not this.  Whumpee flitted about them poking and prodding with their words and that laugh.

“What? You thought we’d be an easy target? You come here looking for a quick cash grab? Didn’t expect any resistance? Oh, how cowardly of you.”

When the gun finally went off Whumpee’s arm jerked back and Caretaker flinched, eyes wide. He went to rush to them, catch them before they fell or something, anything, but as he flinched, he got a flash of their expression, the grin across their face and faltered.

Whumpee stumbled back a couple of steps, blood spilling through the new holes in their bicep. The pain burned and they laughed.

“There you go buddy boy! Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Gunman grabbed Whumpee by the collar and pulled them close, eyes alight, teeth grit.

“Don’t you dare insult me,” they growled. “I have killed dozens of people and you will be nothing but another body on the pile.”

Whumpee just laughed again, this time a low threatening thing. “Oh honey, we both know that isn’t true. Is this the first time you’ve actually shot someone? Is that why your hands are shaking?”

They placed a hand over the Gunman’s. They let Whumpee go, shoved them back, aimed at them again but they were still so close, and the gunman had made themself open.

Whumpee grabbed the gun and pulled it towards them, using the moment to headbutt Gunman. Gunman recoiled, the weapon releasing from their hand before their legs were suddenly up in the air, Whumpee having swept them out from under them.

They hit the ground, hard and Whumpee grabbed their arm, jerking it behind their back sharply.

They looked over to Caretaker.

“Are you going to cuff them or what?”

Caretaker was stuck in shock for a moment, staring at Whumpee, at the blood running down their arm, dripping on to the floor. But most of all the expression on their face, the high in their eyes.

Caretaker swallowed and got up, removing cuffs from his pocket before restraining Gunman. He wanted to speak, ask Whumpee what the hell had just happened, but he couldn’t find the words, they were stuck in the whirlwind of other thoughts in his mind.

“You might want to make sure everyone is ok.”

It took Caretaker a moment to realise Whumpee was talking to him. He looked to them, their blood.

“What about you?” He said. “We need to put pressure on that,” he went to stand but they waved him off.

“I’m fine.”

“Whumpee you’re bleeding out.”

A scoff. They looked down at their arm. “It’s not like its arterial blood, I can wait for the medics to arrive. Check on the civilians, I’ll babysit.”

“Are you insane?”

Caretaker hadn’t quite meant for the words to come out the way they did, but it was one of the recurring thoughts that reeled through his head. And Whumpee’s response helped nothing. They looked to him, that wide and wild grin on their face.

“Oh definitely.”

Despite that Caretake did not leave their side, at least insistent on that. Whumpee seemed to calm down by the time the medics and the rest of the team arrived and the change in them was... startling.

They barely made eye contact with the medic and when Boss asked them what happened, well they didn’t lie which Caretaker expected them to do, but it wasn’t the story he thought he’d witnessed.

“I wanted to keep his attention off the other hostages. If I could keep his anger on me then I could by time to figure out what to do next, and then I did.”

“So, you got yourself shot?” Boss looked to Caretaker, and they looked as shocked as each other. Boss paused a moment when he saw Caretaker’s face and Caretaker felt like his boss was suddenly reading his mind. They would definitely have a conversation later.

Whumpee gave a light shrug. “Well... I mean when you put it like that it sounds bad... that wasn’t exactly my intention.”

“You put yourself and others in danger with no idea of the consequences. You had no idea how Gunman would react.”

“To be fair, I did tell you I shouldn’t go into the field.”

Frustration grew in Boss but before any of it could spill out an EMT stepped in.

“We need to take them to a hospital to get stitches and some fluids,” she said.

Boss’s jaw worked before he looked to Whumpee again.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he said and looked to Caretaker motioning for him to follow.

They walked outside, towards the car, far from Whumpee’s ear shot.

“What actually happened?”

Caretaker ran a hand through his hair, trying to align the events in his head, make sense of them.

“Most of what they said,” Caretaker said.

“But?”

Caretaker licked his lips. “It was like they were a completely different person Boss. I’ve never seen them act that way. They were taunting Gunman. I could be wrong but… it seemed like they wanted to get shot.”

Boss eyed Caretaker.

“There’s something else.”

Caretaker hesitated. “They seemed like they were enjoying themselves. They were having fun, like some sort of thrill ride.”

Boss let out a breath.

“They did tell me not to let them into the field.”

~

If you like this kind of Whumpee part 2 is already up and we go straight into the whump. 

Part Two

There should also be other parts up so there is a fair amount of this to read. Where I am up to writing wise I am one part away from the caretaking phase so for those who also enjoy that, stay tuned!

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[madness-of-void]

Okay! Soooo...

I went to the Undertale Café.

Twice.

Yes, you read that right. Twice.

Was it worth it? Well, that's what under the cut is for.

prepareyourbutts

First Round Review:

So I went about a week after the anniversary, thinking that it would've calmed down just a little. If the line wrapping around the building was any indication how much it did not calm down...dunno what is.

I went with my sister and her bf (as a belated bday present to me), and none of us had eaten at that time, so we decided to leave and come back. Which was both an okay decision and possibly kind of stupid. The line was shorter when we got back, but it was still long.

In fact...we waited in line for 4 hours.

While in line, there was some awesome, albeit faded, chalk drawings everywhere! picsincoming

It's so cool to see the talent in this fandom, and how strong it is still 7 years later. I mean, had no doubt if the battle for tumblr sexyman was anything to go by, but it's still nice to see!

Anywho...

The 3 of us are introverts, so you can imagine the amount of social battery depletion we had waiting in that line for that long. my lils sis & her bf didn't have to but they did & they are insane for doing that but i'm thankful too Especially with some of the conversations going on around us.

Sis' bf did ask a lot of questions about the game, wanting to understand the reason why I wanted to go to this little collab. So that was fun. Got to gush about one of my favorite games. While dead on my feet. And it was actually kind of funny seeing him get excited about us finally getting to the door 4 hours later.

So how was the inside? Was it amazing? Spectacular? Very Undertale?

Ehhhhhh....

No.

If you waited 4 hours, or sometimes even longer, for nothing but the drinks, food, merch, and cardboard cutouts of some of the characters whilst expecting something really cool...you're likely gonna be disappointed.

The place does look really cool on the inside! I mean, check out this kick ass stained glass!

It's really nice in there, and honestly, I kinda want to go back when it isn't doing the collab to see how it is normally! They had so many references to other video games and other fantasy franchises! It's such a cool and cute little place!

But, as an Undertale collab, it's kind of...meh. So many people definitely would not think this was worth a long wait, probably getting their hopes up that it would be something absolutely spectacular.

Now I myself wasn't way too upset. Been in fandom for a long time, and learned long ago to never get my hopes up. But I won't lie, I was expecting a little more with the decorations and the cutouts is my biggest gripe. atleastwithreview1

But hey! They had a game going on! Seems to be different every time from other posts I've seen. When we were there, we had Deltarune Chapter 2!

Now...onto the food and drinks.

There was no food.

They ran out.

Not a huge surprise, really. It's definitely a small café. They were 150% not prepared for the full force of the Undertale fandom. If I was in the shoes of the workers, I would be so overwhelmed. The fact that they are handling it as well as they can and are all so sweet (some even visibly excited about all this or wearing merch) is absolutely amazing. They deserve raises for dealing with the chaos.

As for the drinks? Well, they ran out of the Sans Soda. Shocker there. Everyone wants to try the tumblr sexyman's drink! forthememesimsure Apparently, it's the best drink! So, sadly, I didn't get to have it. But I did get to try the other drink I wanted! The Sea Tea!

ignorethenamewecouldntdomultiplenamesforthetrioanditsnotmine

The presentation is lacking, considering how it is advertised, and that's gonna piss some people off. As a former customer service worker, I definitely didn't care. And it doesn't come with the Undyne figure. In fact, none of the drinks come with the figures that they're pictured with. So if that's something you were looking forward to, you're a tad bit out of luck.

As for the taste, I personally liked it. I don't know how to describe it exactly, but it was pretty good. My sis also got the Sea Tea, and she had the same opinion.

The sister's bf, on the other hand, got the Heats Flamesman, and he did not like it. Not really sure why. He didn't elaborate. My sis took a sip and said she liked it. It could easily just be it was more tea than any of the other flavors listed to his liking, or different taste buds. Either way, that's apparently not an unpopular opinion from other posts I've seen.

All-in-all, the experience was...so-so. But it definitely was a bit skewed due to the fact that by the time we got in there we were so exhausted that everything was...blah.

Which is why I went again.

Round Two Review:

This time, I went earlier! infactamwritingthisafterjustcominghome

Maybe a tad bit too early. There was barely anyone in line. Compared to when I went the first time, it was insane to see the difference! Probably because it was a weekday instead of a weekend.

Aaaaaaand new chalk drawings dropped!

This time in line, it was more quiet. But you could still tell people were excited to be here. Hell, there were more people dressed up! I saw an Asgore, a Frisk, and a Sans!

The wait was an hour this time, but that's only because I arrived, well, an hour before opening. Then after opening it was another 13 minutes to get in, just because they wanted to space out the groups going in and not crowd the door/walk areas. But once inside, I was able to enjoy the décor a little more than last time, since I wasn't exhausted as hell.

Again, I would love to come here when it isn't doing the collab. It looks so cool!

And, once again, the TV had a game going on! This time it was Deltarune Chapter 1! (another table with a solo TV had Omori on)

They actually had food this time, too! Not a whole lot, but hey! I could try food! Which I did! I got the Spider Donuts!

I've heard mixed reviews on the donuts. But I...actually liked them. I was pleasantly surprised by them! You get 3 little donuts in this little container. They definitely look like someone had to do the frosting and the webbing by hand, which I can admire. I really couldn't describe the taste exactly, just that when I bit into the first one I loved it. Might've had a little fruit flavoring? Again, not sure. But I found them to be pretty good!

The best part, however...

I GOT THE SANS SODA!

Was it as good as some people said it was?

YES.

It should not be.

It had no right to be.

But it was good.

I actually liked it a little better than the Sea Tea! It didn't really taste like cotton candy to me per se...but it was a little tart and that shit's right up my alley.

So, yes. The Sans Soda was delicious. I got the meme drink. Halleluiah!

Also got to go get merch this time! It was for pick up or delivery only, which is fine. They probably couldn't have much of it on the shelves. Or they had it on the anniversary date and ran out. Who knows.

This time, I also was able to sneak in a little self-indulgent selfie with the skelebros this time around, not feeling rushed to get in and out.

Final thoughts overall?

Personally, I enjoyed it. It definitely won't be andisnt everyone's cup of tea. My biggest gripe is still just having cut outs of the characters, but I don't know what's going on behind the scenes. Maybe this was all this small café could do. And it is a small café. Like I said earlier in this long ass post, they were not ready for the Undertale Fandom. The workers did the best they could, and they honestly did amazing all things considered. Some won't see it that way and that's fine. And some people had a terrible time. My first time honestly wasn't that great. My second time was fun! It all depends on the person and how things roll out.

Would I love to see this happen again on a much bigger scale and better preparations? Absolutely. Will it happen? Probably not. Who knows what will happen for the 8 year anniversary! Maybe something bigger! Maybe something smaller.

Whatever it is, I'll be excited regardless.

Because it's Undertale.

And it's amazing how large this indie game is all these years later.

#void talks #nic talks #undertale cafe #long as hell post #like damn i rambled #tldr: i liked it and i know some people didn't

[universestreasures]

@crimsonkaiser​​ Sent:

❝ Misaki, ❞ Kai, who had been quietly hovering around Misaki’s birthday party, had finally found a moment where someone else wasn’t already occupying her time. He approaches, hands in his pockets. Behind them on the counter was a sizeable cake that he and Aichi had spent the weekend preparing for today, which doubled as their collective gift to her. And considering all the people who had shown up, he’s glad now to have had a second pair of hands on deck with the preparations. It was definitely enough for everyone, and then some.

Honestly, without their fellow blue haired teammate’s involvement Kai would have left long before the party had started. It was just as odd for him as it was everyone else there that he had participated in the festivities at all. But he did attend, for what it was worth. Now he was looking to go home, but the only person he seemed keen on letting know was the birthday girl herself. Out of anyone; it was probably obvious to Misaki at least that his social battery had been long since depleted.

❝ Next time... let me know ahead of time what sort of cake you want. ❞ It was his way of saying ‘happy birthday’ without actually saying as much. Seems he still had a ways to go when it came to these sorts of pleasantries. It didn’t come to him as naturally as it did someone like Miwa-- who, along with the rest of his club, was causing quite a bit of noise on the other side of the shop as the party continued. ❝ And good luck with all of that. ❞

[To Misaki, post baking thread :]]

Her birthday had never been something she actively celebrated, not since she was a kid anyway. Sometimes she’d get a special meal or something, but nothing more than that. That’s why she was so astonished by the unexpected surprise party her teammates and friends had thrown for her that afternoon. She expected something from her uncle at least, but not everyone else. 

It really...it really touched her, touched her in a way she hadn’t felt since her youth...

The party had been in full swing when she is then approached by Kai, seeming to quietly desire to leave. She honestly was shocked he even stayed this long. Kai wasn’t exactly the social type, something the two of them got in common, but the fact he did stay for even just a little while...meant a lot to her. Both of them needed things like this once in a while. After all, one couldn’t live their life to the fullest being alone all the time. 

“I don’t really have a flavor preference, but I appreciate the offer.” She smiles at him, her hand reaching to gently place itself on his shoulder. “Thank you and Aichi for spending time making something for me. You really didn’t have to. I hope you two had fun. Now, while I’d love for you to stay, you probably need a break from all the party chaos. I’ll see you around, okay? Maybe I’ll even give you a cardfight as a way to repay you for the gift. You haven't faced my Genesis deck yet, and I’ll give you a run for your money, Kai.”

~

#💎 Solitary King Of Apocalyptic Flaming Thunder (Crimsonkaiser) #💎 Memory Treasure (Misaki Tokura) #💎 Memory Answers (Misaki Asks) #💎 Memory's Treasured Homeland (Misaki Main Verse) #(UGH I LOVE THIS SM #(SO SWEET KAI KUNNN

[mindcologydotcom]

Are you #BurnedOut? Is being #BurnedOut Normal?

Psychology Twitter has stumbled upon a new phrase. Remember last year when all everyone on Twitter was talking about was Gaslighting? Well, it's found its newest catchphrase, and it's being #Burnedout.

Listen, our feelings don't get validated by millions of people every day in our personal lives; so platforms like Twitter and Tumblr it is.

What is being #BurnedOut?

#Burnedout according to Urban Dictionary is described as "What occurs when you overwork yourself into a state of limited mental acuity, depleted emotions, and strength completely drained from your body."

"I was so burned out I didn't even know I was burned out. When three days of vacation helped maybe 2%, I realized I had to cut way, way back on the hours. I don't mind playing brinksmanship with myself, messing around until  I have to stuff to do. But, when I miss even those basic deadlines and my important stuff just starts piling up - of what I can't even function enough to take care of - well, it was pathetic, and I'm only just now coming out of it after chilling a few weeks."

-Example and definition brought to you by @Rose Etta

Sound familiar doesn't it?

That's because at some point in our lives, I'm ASSUMING you're old enough to be reading this, we have all been completely over school, our job, everyday life and if you're extremely unfortunate like me; ALL OF THE ABOVE.

The RONA and its impact on being #BurnedOut.

Then the Corona Virus AKA THE RONA happened; and she's still happening. Honestly, the Corona Virus has evolved with what seems like a new variant each month, more than how some of us have evolved in our adult lives and its honestly a frightening revelation. 

Everyone can get a little depressed just from the everyday struggles that come with existing, then add being stuck in the house with restricting curfews and toxic home situations with no end in sight.

Most people can only afford one carefully planned monthly outing that their social batteries can accommodate, and now the option of having that small break has been stolen as a result of the pandemic.

I raise this points because alot of people depend on their social freedoms to alleviate the stress that normally leads to being #BurnedOut, and now without that; #BurnedOut numbers are skyrocketing.

So what if you're #BurnedOut?

What I' m trying to say is 2-3 years ago, at the beginning of the pandemic we thought it was the apocalypse and now here we are in the new norm. The current reality of the world is that there are copious amounts of things to be depressed about. Jobs lost. Lives put out on abrupt holds even some lost.

I feel like this warrants us being #Burnedout. We need to be kinder to ourselves. These are hard times for everyone and being #BurnedOut should be normalized in order to create safe space where we can have constructive discussions around treatment. This way we stop stress levels from increasing before reaching the point of being #BurnedOut

#mental health #burned out #mental heath support #self care

[toji-girl-main]

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ I had a carrd for this but I prefer to have it on here so I have to make this again dnjete art credit goes to @/aryomengrande!!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ what you will find here will be my personal blog for unhinged posts, and reblogs that fall under a lot of categories such as nsfw, self-shipping, fan art, poems, aesthetic/sad things, writing tips, prompts, etc.

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ all my other blogs - my writing blog is @toji-girl

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ I will be reblogging posts that might make you uncomfortable that deal with nsfw things, and I will talk about my mental health and the struggles so you will see my downfalls and my mania as well, however, things I don't feel comfortable sharing will go to my nsft side blog for mostly visuals! @his-sweet-slut

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ toji's wife and baby momma. shiu's sweetheart. katsuki's headache. draken's good girl. kento's sweet cinnamon roll.

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ writing tips and prompts and helpful stuff

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ do NOT interact: if you are a minor and or ageless blog + just don't be a dick + you're an inspo blog or anything like that + you agree with what is happening is Gaza is alright

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧  byf:  know that I use this blog freely and I refuse to let myself be shamed or boxed in, I've done that all my life and this is my place to be who I am, but please do know that I love talking so much but again I can tire out easily and my social battery gets depleted so quick and I need several days to recharge!

best tags to look at are as follows

🎨jjk

🎨aot

🎨mha

🎨tr

#queued post (these are a mix of nsft and fanart and other things)

#nsft

#txt

#my lover (anything toji related)

my tags and how to block/filter tags then about me and everything else is under the cut!

⇢ my tags

here are my tags and how you can filter and block whatever you need to! how to block/filter tags.

#txt - any regular post I make

#nsft - a post that is not safe for tumblr

#nsft visual - same as above just with a picture or something

#reblog - any post that is reblogged without being queued

#manic minx - iykyk

#aot spoilers

#jjk spoilers

#mha spoilers

#tr spoilers

#🎨jjk (this goes for any fandom which is fanart)

#.jjk - (this is for anything that is official art!)

#.aot

#.mha

#🖼️art - any NON fandom art

#queued post - any post that is on my queue!

#mental health things - any post that deals with that stuff!

#picrew - any picrew I post/reblog

#mr. minx - anything that deals with my husband!

#(anime name) spoilers - such as #aot or #jjk or #tr or #mha spoilers

#minx core - pictures or videos or anything similar I will reblog that I love and reminds me of well….me!!

# self-shipping - posts that remind me of my self-ships!

#personal - any posts that deal with my personal life which will be deleted quickly so as not to clog up my blog!

#vent - any posts where I vent about something or rant as well!

when I talk about dark content for whatever reason it will always look like this tw: dark content so for stepcest or dubcon it will be tw: stepcest --tw: dubcon

# minx/minxie/bunny she/her. leo. infp.

I am well into my late twenties and I love to write and read, those are my two biggest passions along with toji fushiguro and iced coffee, I'm mentally ill but still chill, however, I do get tired out easily so please reach out with that in mind and I'm very weird. I use sweet pet names such as baby, honey, and sweetheart, it's my southern charm but please let me know if you don't like it!

MOVIES :// little mermaid + nightmare before christmas + jeepers creepers + nightmare on elm street + a lot of horror and comedy ones! SHOWS :// anime + pretty little liars + grey's + a few more but I don't watch a lot of new ones! MUSIC :// the weekend + doja cat + megan thee stallion + flyleaf + kayne west + 21 savage + a lot more INTERESTS :// 2d men and women + putting legos together HOBBIES :// writing + reading + listening to music

#about #my blog #about me #byf #dni

[youmissedone]

“You don’t have to say that,” murmured K-Mart. Carlos and Claire had taken her into their convoy a while ago, and they’d never made her feel that way, but she still felt infantilized by some of the other members. Carlos’ reputation for being a kind-hearted person wasn’t based on nothing, though, and she was grateful to him for checking in on her. “It’s nice of you to check on me, but you, Claire, and Alice have never made me feel that way.”

K-Mart nervously glanced around the desert they’d set up camp in. While her layered clothing might’ve protected her from the elements, it wouldn’t protect her from any infected. Thankfully, there hadn’t been many recent issues with infection, and the others seemed to be off doing their own thing. K-Mart absentmindedly twirled a strand of her straight blonde hair before turning her focus back to Carlos.

Carlos was the one who had found her in the titular Kmart. She was much younger then - the convoy had been in existence for years - and she barely knew how to hold a gun. She’d convinced herself that she was going to die when Carlos first found her. K-Mart’s little crush on Carlos hadn’t lasted for long, and she eventually came to view him as a father figure, but in any case, her hero worship of him never went away.

“Some of the other members of the convoy have, though. They don’t ever want to listen when I have an idea, or they just lump me in with the little kids,” she admitted with a sigh. “I just want to help out. I don’t feel like I’m carrying my weight as much as I could be. You and Claire do so much, and I’m just… there, ya know?”

K-Mart, ironically, appreciated her new life more than her old one. She’d always been interested in art, and photography and collaging were her specialties. It made her the target of bullying, and she’d never felt she quite fit in with her rich, preppy, feminine classmates. Aside from that, she was bisexual, and fear of being outed kept her from truly connecting with her peers. This apocalypse was a chance to be reborn as K-Mart, and she wasn’t going to pass that up. It made her want to help as much as she could - not only had they saved her life, they’d given her a new one, and they’d helped take care of her after all her loved ones died or abandoned her.

“Anyway, I don’t really want to talk about this anymore. What’s up with you, Claire, and Alice? L.J. said you all are going on a date. I can kinda see it. You gotta tell me everything!”

{don’t worry about matching length - I got inspired, and I have so many headcanons for her, so yeah}

________

{ Don’t worry about it! I’ve never had anyone write a K-mart muse with Carlos before, so this is really cool! =D }

“Well, that’s good, but if you still feel that way, even if we’re not the problem, I’m still willing to listen if you need someone to talk to,” Carlos offered. Unlike some people, his social battery for people downloading their problems onto him never seemed to deplete. It was something he didn’t mind doing, and even liked to do… helping people get things off their chests or giving them a sympathetic ear that would help them to feel heard.

He noticed her looking around and smiled a little. “It’s alright. We’re good. Perimeter’s already up. If anything comes our way, we’ll know about it,” he said, trying to reassure her, though he fully understood K-mart’s paranoia. One really couldn’t survive in this world anymore such as it was without a hefty amount of paranoia.

Carlos listened as she spoke, not looking to interrupt her. If she didn’t feel like she was being listened to, the worst thing he could do was talk over her. When she’d finished, he nodded, taking in all that she’d said. “Well… you don’t have to pull your weight. We don’t ask that of anyone. Some can’t, some don’t want to… everyone does what they can. Those of us who can do more and want to, we do. Most want to help in some way, but those who want to just hang back, that’s fine too. So don’t feel like you have to do over and above what you are now, or that anyone is judging you. We’re all just trying to survive, however that works best for each of us.”

He shifted a little, thinking a bit more. “But if helping out more is something you want, why not discuss it with Claire? Only because she’s kindof the unspoken fearless leader of all of us,” he said, a big grin showing itself for a moment. If you want to do more, we can start training you on different weapons, teach you how to clear locations with us, show you more about the tech we use to monitor everything, get you more involved. Is that what you want?” he asked, trying to gauge whether this was a real desire or just her voicing some guilt she was feeling.

As K-mart changed the subject to Carlos’ dating life, the grin returned and he chuckled. “Eh… L.J. likes to talk,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “We’re in the middle of the desert, where’re we going to go on a date? Our current situation of daily survival doesn’t really lend itself well to romance, anyway. And besides… Alice and I… we ended a long time ago.” There was a little hint of sadness in his tone that he did his best to hide. “She prefers to be alone. I don’t think she’s even going to stay with us for very long. And uh… I’m not sure Claire is very big on sharing…” 

Things had been admittedly weird for him since Alice’s return. The tension was clear, both good and bad, but although he still loved her, she seemed to really be against the idea of reconnecting fully. He had to simply accept that, just as he’d accepted her leaving five years prior without saying goodbye. And Claire… She was someone Carlos could definitely get involved with, but he’d never thought she felt the same. So their dynamic settled on friendship and a great working relationship, until Alice came and Claire seemed to get a bit… jealous? It honestly had surprised him. He’d never seen her get like that before. But the three of them getting together? Nah. In my dreams.

“What about you? Anything new on your romantic radar, as long as we’re prying into each other’s personal business?” Carlos tossed back, but he wasn’t upset at her for it. Playful, maybe, but that was just his usual casual demeanor that he often had. 

#carlos rp #{ keep moving and stay alive } ᵉˣᵗⁱⁿᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #submission

[vertical-elevation]

Don’t Put The Important Things Off: Later Will Be Now Before You Know It

I have a question to ask you.

But you have to slow down to answer it. Stop scrolling.

Take a moment.

Take a breath.

Question:

Knowing what you know now,

having all of life’s experiences thus far behind you,

what would you do differently?

The Present

Why is this important? Because if you are still reading this, you’ve got a gift sitting in front of you. Every single person reading this article has this gift in common.

The gift? Is time.

Why is it that the question of “what would you do differently” is most commonly asked following a negative event? A missed opportunity to land a big client, a health scare, the sudden loss of a loved one. Why must it take being jarred out of the routine of life before reflection becomes a prioritization?

The weekend should not be a 48-hour countdown until Monday, and Friday should not feel like the victorious finish line of a marathon. What if instead of being vulnerable to the regrets of the future, we take a moment, take a breath, and decide what we want to do differently — starting today.

The Past

Fill in the blanks:

I wish I would have

I would have spent less time

I would have spent more time

I would have worked

I would have focused more on

I would have focused less on

I would have worried more about

I would have worried less about

I would have cherished

The intent behind this exercise is not to create a laundry list of missed opportunities; holding on to regrets can be a form of self-sabotage. In fact, in many cases it is impossible to have made a better decision at the time; we were doing the best we could with what we had in the moment. But as life’s experiences evolve, so do we. Values change, financial circumstances change, confidence and maturity change. We are meant to grow and outgrow past versions of ourselves. But life moves fast, and the routine of everyday norms can accidentally engage the autopilot setting of survival.

Fill in the blanks above for all aspects of a balanced life, including relationships, career, health and financial. Next exercise: take each of the “I would have” statements of the past, and revise them to be your non-negotiables for the future.

The Focus

It is not possible to manage time; it keeps marching forward regardless of what we do. However, our energy is one of the most valuable things we can control. What do you allow to take this most precious asset of yours; who and what receives your focus and your attention? If you ever feel like your energy is depleted but not sure where it went, you may need to focus on the proverbial ‘apps you have running in the background.’ With so much high-tech in our daily lives, it can leave little energy left for high-touch. Consider the following to give yourself more battery life:

Give yourself a full hour to start your day before allowing yourself to check email on phone/computer

Eat lunch anywhere besides staring at the phone/computer

Disable push notifications for social media, news, email, etc

Leave devices in another room during meals and while sleeping

Delete certain apps entirely and relegate usage of those apps to a web browser only

Switch phone display to grayscale, making the colorful icons less attention-grabbing

Recognize that there is something bigger at play here; there may be a deeply rooted connection as to why the phone ceased to be something that is enjoyable, and instead something you are virtually compelled to use. Connect the feeling behind the activity:

Feeling lonely, so time to check social media plan something enjoyable with a friend/family

Need something positive to happen at work, so I’ll keep refreshing my email spend time making new possible opportunities happen at work

Nervous about all of the chaos going on in the world, so need to check the news again do something that makes life feel less chaotic today

Feeling bored, so need a distraction to work on being comfortable spending some time alone with your own thoughts

In a culture that is bombarded with information and stimuli, finding time void of noise can seem inconceivable. However, it is in that void that we are able to tap into the part of the brain that can process thoughts of deep significance. Give your mind the space to take all of the information it has received and make use of it in important ways.

Instead of a fear of feeling bored, consider instead a failure to appreciate the repercussions of not being bored enough.

Later will be now before you know it. It’s time to value the gift of time.

#leadership #business #growth #career #mindset #recruitment #organization

[lhostgil]

Due to our respective work commitments for the day, I wasn't able to meet my friend whom I usually have regular Friday dinners with...

But I did manage to arrange a meet-up with an old classmate who I somehow still managed keep in touch; I don't really stay in touch with most of my peers (which I do feel somewhat sad about because the main reason is due to work depleting my social battery + conflicting work-life schedules that make it hard for any of us to meet).

We had a nice chat and I was given a box containing a single cup tea set + some traditional teas to try out.

Tbh, I'm pleasantly surprised by the gift; I've often thought of getting a miniature tea set but never really got round to it or dissuaded myself out of it because it just feels...lonely.

Tea sets often come as a pot and at least 4 cups (up to 6 cups). It doesn't make sense to buy a set like that (which can also be pretty pricy) only to make a cup of tea for yourself; plus the excess cups have to be stored somewhere, taking up space.

Either way, it's a pretty thoughtful present; not just in its nature of being something that fits what I've wanted for a while but never talked about: it's not common for most to enjoy or have knowledge of the traditional arts or culture, and it can be expensive to indulge in any of them (Especially when it comes to artisanal goods).

The patterns fit really well with the fact that it's really close to mid autumn festival here; a time to celebrate the full moon, where culturally, it symbolizes completeness and togetherness (of friends and family). A recurring motif in decorations is a little white rabbit (aka the Jade Rabbit or the Moon Rabbit) who is a divine medicine maker; the one who makes pills of immortality.

[doublebird]

Hey again! I hope it's alright if I ask for a matchup this time ^^ If not, then that's okay too!

I'm fine with either a male or female character, I'm not very picky in that regard ^^ I am genderfluid, but 95% of the time, I'm non-binary, so please use they/them pronouns, if possible! I am currently 19 years old, fresh out of high school!

As for height, I am 167cm tall and am on the  chubbier side! I have short, dark brown hair, blue eyes and very pale skin!

Personality wise, I am super shy at first, I actually suffer from social anxiety too, so I'm super stiff around new people and exceptionally polite towards them! But once I've gotten more familiar with someone, I can be a bit more outgoing and fun! My friends call me a meme machine because I keep referencing them whenever I can! But I'm also know for babbling complete and utter nonsense that others find funny! Though, I am still very much an introvert, so I have a social battery that depletes, how fast depends on the person! But I'm always open to meeting new people and forming friendships!

My hobbies are reading, writing, and doing small crafts, such as folding origami or knitting scarves! Though, I also enjoy singing a lot! Since I'm fresh out of high school, I'm still looking for a job, but I'm hoping for it to be in the field of chemistry!

I have a bad habit of apologising too much and taking things to heart, even if it wasn't meant to be mean! My fears include having to talk to people, being alone and not being good enough!

I like videogames, especially JRPGs and Pokemon, a lot! Though, I do also enjoy writing the occasional poem or translyrics to a song I like! Other things I am interested in include: Psychology, chemistry, physics, anime and manga!

I hope this isn't too much information! If so, then I am truly sorry! Either way, I hope you have a pleasant afternoon! And thank you for doing these sorts of things at all! I really appreciate them! You never fail to brighten my day whenever you post something! You're always a delight to see on my dashboard! :D

Work's done! Hope you enjoy!

~Match-up~

I pair you up with Trafalgar Law!

Okay, you probably both doesn't knew how to approach each other because of your natural introverted character, but you handled it somehow (you were probably the one trying to make friends with Law, that's how it started). Nevertheless, Law loves your more outgoing and funny personality you have in privat. He really needs a laugh sometimes (poor man), and you never fail to atleast make him smirk!

Oh, before I forget it; Law is a very open and accepting person. He doesn't care if you identify as male, female, non-binary, or nothing at all. He doesn't care about looks or figures or anything like that. For him, just the personality counts (he still thinks you're pretty tho, he is not blind).

Okay, listen; Law is not the biggest fan of pda, but he always has your hand in his, or his arm around your waist when walking in crowded areas. He knows it's uncomfortable for you, so he tries to get you out of there as fast as possible.

If you need someone to talk to, no matter if it's about problems, fears, or just random things, Law is your man. He is probably one of the best listeners you will ever find (even if he sometimes doesn't look like he's listening at all, trust me, he is. And he will remember EVERYTHING you just said). Since he is a doctor, chances are high he knows exactly how to help you with anxiety issues etc.

You also work good together because of the space you both need sometimes. Neither of you is mad when the other needs some air; very healthy.

Law is a busy man, being a doctoe and stuff. But he enjoys the quiet freetime with you. Both of you just laying on the bed, reading. You sitting next to him at his desk, writing on something, while he studies. Or maybe you even study together?

He loves the little paper figurines and scarves you make (he keeps everything you gift him in his office or wears it on himself because he's just so proud and thinks you're so talented!). Law enjoys your singing, specially while he has some free time and wants to relax. He would never force you to sing or do something you don't want to tho; man knows what private space is!

Okay, he is annoyed by your constant apologizing. He thought he would be used to it after living together with Bepo for years, but now he has two people apologizing every 5 minutes. He gives you that annoyed side glare everytime the word "sorry" falls of your lips... what makes you apologize again. But in the end he can't stay mad at you and just lives with it (okay, secretly he thinks it is a bit cute).

Law is very proud of you, everytime you try to overcome one of your fears. He himself is feared of being alone or not good enough too, so he knows what you're feeling. Sometimes, when one of you is just feeling down, you just hug. Maybe even cry everything out, being glad the other one is there.

Overall Law loves you just the way you are! He would always try to make you feel as comfortable as possible and helps you out a lot! He enjoys your quiet time together and how you two just 'click'.

#One piece #One piece match up #Anime match up #One piece x you #One piece trafalgar law #Trafalgar law #Trafalgar law x you #Law x you

[hopscotchandlemon]

Left Holding the Baby

Prompt number: 6 “that was impressive”

Fandom: NCIS

Rating:General

Warnings/Tags:None

That was impressive

The alarm sounded and Jeanne let out a groan as she forced herself out of bed. Checking on her sleeping 6-month-old daughter, Alice, she got herself ready for work. That afternoon nap had done little to recharge her depleted batteries. She only hoped that Alice would start sleeping properly soon.

Her job as a contract cleaner at NCIS was only one of two jobs she was trying to hold down. The 6-10 shift meant that either her sister or her mom could look after Alice for her. She was at college during the week and Alice went to a nursery. Weekends she worked in a fast-food restaurant. It was little wonder that Jeanne felt permanently tired.

Before she left, she let her sister, Kaley, know she was going and reminded her to listen out for Alice. The teenager mumbled something about a party. Jeanne waved her away as she left the house. She did not have the energy to listen about her sister’s social life right now.

Jeanne liked working at NCIS, the offices were pretty quiet by the time she started so she could just get on with things. She was allocated to the top two floors today. She had to have an agent escort to clean MTAC which she found quite thrilling.  Manoeuvring the vacuum around the desks, she was happy to see her favourite agent was still in the building.  She shut of the machine.

‘Hey Agent Gibbs. Do you want me to come back later?’ she gestured to the vacuum cleaner.

‘No, it’s ok Jeanne. Just going to get coffee,’ and he got up and headed towards the elevator.

She carried on vacuuming the carpet, methodically making her way around the desks. Once that was complete, she went back to each desk and emptied the bins. By the time she got back to Agent Gibbs desk he had returned. He handed her a takeaway cup. Jeanne was taken aback.

‘That’s really sweet Agent Gibbs but I don’t drink coffee,’

He gestured for her to take it again. ‘It’s not coffee.’

She took the cup and sipped cautiously.

‘Tea!’ she exclaimed. ‘How did you know?’

Gibbs smirked and looked away before retraining his gaze back on her.

‘It’s kinda what I do.’

Jeanne smirked back and took another sip from her drink. It was a much-needed pick-me-up.

‘Well thank you. I needed a caffeine boost.’

This was why Gibbs was her favourite agent. Most of the staff looked down on the cleaning and janitorial workers. Most didn’t even know her name never mind her favourite drink. There had been evenings when she’d barely slept at all and he was the only person who asked her if she was ok. Not long after she’s started, she’d burst in to tears as she’d told him about the newborn baby at home who didn’t want to sleep. He’s been kind to her and got her some soda and chocolate to help her keep going.

Gibbs went to answer his desk phone and Jeanne carried on emptying the bins in the squad room.

‘There’s a woman at the gate wanting to see you,’ Gibbs  put the phone back in its cradle and looked towards Jeanne.

‘Me? Who on earth would come here to see me?’

‘You stay here, I’ll go check it out,’ he got up and headed towards the elevator.

Puzzled, Jeanne kept working. When Gibbs returned 10 minutes later carrying Alice in one hand and her car seat in the other and her change bag slung over his shoulder, she dropped everything and ran towards him.

‘What happened?’ Jeanne took her daughter from his arms.

‘Something about a party,’

Putting her free hand to her head, she began to panic.

‘This will lose me my job,’ she paced around anxiously.

‘No it won’t,’ he gestured for her to give him her child.

‘Go finish your shift, I’ll watch her.’

She was about to protest but he walked away, talking to Alice as he went. Looking at the clock she could see it was time to go to MTAC so she took her trolley and headed towards the elevator.

At the end of her shift, Jeanne rushed to Gibbs desk. He was laying back in his chair, feet on his desk and Alice was fast asleep on his chest.

‘Holy moly, did you drug her or something? I’ve never managed to get her to sleep before midnight.’

He shugged as he stood up and put the sleeping infant in her car seat. ‘Got her changed, gave her a bottle and we walked around for a bit. I don’t think she enjoyed my conversation about boat design. Maybe it was that?’

She laughed. ‘That’s impressive!’

Gibbs gave them both a lift home. As they pulled up outside Jeanne’s home, she noticed her sister’s room light was on meaning she was already back home.

‘I thought Kayley was going to a party?’ she said, undoing her seatbelt.

‘I think Metro PD got a tip off about an underaged drinkers at a party. I believe all the underage party goers were given a lift home.’ Gibbs remarked.

Jeanne snickered as she unbelted Alice’s car seat.

‘Now that was really impressive!’

#fictober20 #ncis fanfiction #Leroy Jethro Gibbs #ncis one shot #6

[readyplayerhobi]

Flower | 06

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, slight angst

; Word Count: 2.7k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Another part :D please let me know what you think and all that jazz. If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging to let others find it too! :)

; Flower Masterpost

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You don’t get very long to swoon over the date to yourself, for the very next morning you wake up to an abundance of texts from your two very impatient best friends. It’s a wonder your phone has any battery left given how many messages they’d sent into the group chat you all shared and it’s with more than a little bemusement that you respond to them both by asking if they’d sent enough.

That had only inspired a barrage of even more messages, leading to you simply telling them both to come over. They would have done that anyway, you knew that, but the official invitation at least gave them the excuse that they were wanted.

Which they were, because of course you wanted to gush and squeal to them along with analyse every bit of the previous nights date. It had been too late when you came home for them to come over and you’d felt tired, bone-weary even. Unlike your effervescent friends, you often liked to say that you had a social battery.

You were happy to socialise with people you got on with and understood until that battery depleted, upon which you simply wanted to go home and recharge. People took a lot out of you, and events like last night were particularly draining for you due to your nerves.

As such, you’d gone to sleep at 11pm and ended up sleeping straight through till 10am, completely oblivious to the impatience of your best friends. But now they were here, in the living room of your small apartment and practically sitting on you in their desperation to hear all about your night of debauchery.

That was a joke, they knew you well enough to know that would never happen.

Though they had been thoroughly entertained by his dick vomit story. Poor guy. He hadn’t even met them and now he was forever associated with a story like...that. You’d apologise whenever you saw him again, or at least before they ever got to introduce themselves.

Still, it was fun though as you retold the events of the night to them. They were charmed by the fact he’d taken you to an escape room and you knew that it meant a lot to them that he’d been so careful and sweet regarding your shy personality. The fact that you were talking about him with such enthusiasm and that tiny smile that said you were trying to hold back a grin told them everything and you sensed their overwhelming happiness for you.

“I can’t believe you went on a rant about to milk an almond.” Chungha groans, dainty hand slapping at her forehead before she runs her fingers through her long, ice-blonde hair. Her face was completely empty of makeup but you’d already promised her that you’d do it for her later. She had a date herself tonight, which you and Soyeon were pleased about.

Unlike you though, she’d met this guy through her work. You hoped it would be good for her though, even if boyfriends did often take your friends away from you for a while. 

“Well he started it. Or did I? I don’t remember. Either way, he completely agreed with me. The first people to do things must have been truly wild. I mean, think about it. Who was the first person to look at a cow’s udder and go ‘...I’m gonna have me some of that!’” You point out, eyes wide as you tried to convince them of your point.

Both of them just stared at you before Soyeon sighed deeply, flopping back onto the couch and shifting until her fluffy sock covered feet were in your lap. You pushed at them lightly, nose turning up but she ignored you completely, just letting out a deep groan.

“I mean...you’re not wrong. It is weird. But that is so not first date conversation!” She lets out another groan that sounds almost like it comes from her stomach and you feel your body heat up in embarrassment.

“Well he didn’t complain. If anything, he encouraged it. Asked me how do you milk an oat?” Your voice is defensive, lips pursed in a petulant pout and there’s silence from them both for a minute. And then Chungha is running her fingers down your arm with a defeated smile, shaking her head.

“It sounds like you’ve got a winner there girl.” Everything goes quiet for a few minutes after that and you feel the stirring of anxiety and panic in your stomach that you’d done something wrong. It only takes the tiniest signal from your brain before your body goes into overdrive, muscles tightening while everything feels like a livewire and your mind begins to run over the date obsessively, picking over anything that you think you were too forward or stupid on.

Anything to prove that you’d made an idiot out of yourself and that you would never hear from Jung Hoseok again.

“Do you think I messed up?” The words are so soft, every syllable laced tightly with fear and worry as you stare down at the fuzzy pink socks Soyeon is wearing. They have prancing unicorns on them and pretty rainbows. You’d bought her them for Christmas last year and had a matching pair of your own in your extensive sock drawer.

The two of them don’t need to be experts to hear the vulnerability in your voice and they’ve both known you long enough to know that your mind is compulsively finding ways to convince you that everything went wrong. That Hoseok had been weirded out by you and didn’t want to see you again, despite his commitment to texting you.

Guys did that, didn’t they? Said they’d text or call and never did.

Maybe it was a stereotype or something. Who knows. But the sickness in your stomach tells you that it’s probably true here.

“Hey, hey no. Don’t do this. Don’t do it sweetie, don’t you dare take a good and fun date like that and twist it negative in that pretty head of yours. It genuinely sounds like you both had a great time. And you said yourself that he didn’t complain about your conversations, he even encouraged them and went along with you! He sounds like a great guy!” Chungha says earnestly, grasping your hand tightly between her own and squeezing with an encouraging smile.

Soyeon pokes at your stomach with a toe, giving you her own smile from where her head rests on the large Pusheen pillow that sits with pride on your couch. You hate touching feet so you don’t do anything, simply give her a glare that just causes her to smile prettily.

Unlike Chungha, she has nothing this afternoon so has decreed that she will be spending her time with you instead. You both had a ton of true crime documentaries to watch on Netflix!

“He does. And he walked you to your car. Besides all that, you sound into him. Don’t talk yourself out of it.” Chewing on your lip, you let out a quiet hum and shrug your shoulders. As much as you love your best friends, it was sometimes frustrating when all you wanted to do was vent and be negative when they were so persistent on cheering you up.

You knew why they were doing it, and you appreciated it. But getting out of your slumps had always been hard. And your mind found it far easier to destroy happy moments than to let go of the negative.

“Yeah but…” Chungha places her hand over your mouth gently, pressing just hard enough that you can’t say anything before raising her brows with a soothing smile. 

“No but’s. They’re not allowed in this conversation. Not unless you want to tell us what his butt was like. I mean...did you see it? Not naked obviously, but like...you know...in his jeans. Some guys have amazing asses.” And with that, you chuckle, the looming aura of sadness still prevalent inside you but momentarily pushed aside as you recall her ex. He had indeed been blessed with an ass.

“Ahh...unfortunately not. He looks like one of those guys who’s...moderately blessed in that department. Not that I was looking. Well I was totally looking. But he fills his jeans nicely, so there’s that.”

“Yeah but he has tattoos and piercings. That makes up for any lack of bubble butt. Besides, you don’t wanna date a guy with a better ass than you. That’s just depressing. Think of the squat envy you’d have.” That comes from your splayed out friend, slapping her own thighs with a pout and you roll your eyes at her, thoroughly amused.

“Please, you don’t have to worry about any butt envy or anything. Your ass is fine. My ass has too much going on anyway, maybe I should give some to him.” You lightly pinch Soyeon’s leg, laughing as she yelped and then pouted at you, rubbing at the place before waving her feet in your face.

Immediately you’re recoiling away, landing almost on top of Chungha who just watches you both playfight with exasperation.

“Maybe so, but it’s nice to have something to grip you know? Both male and female.” Soyeon says with a grin, wiggling her brows at you suggestively and you heat up at the idea of grabbing Hoseok’s ass like that. And then you think about him grabbing yours and you can practically feel the ghost of his hands on you.

It makes you shudder in delight, the fantasy a wonderful image and Soyeon giggles as she feels the movement from you.

“Oooh, you like that. You wanna touch Hoseok’s ass?” She teases and you stick your tongue out at her childishly.

“Okay...in the interest of honesty...I want to lick every tattoo he has until I’ve committed them all to memory and then just...bite him. Anywhere. I don’t even care where. Oh god, his neck. Guys...his neck is just so freaking...urgh. And his fingers! Argh, they’re just...long and perfect and all I could think was…” You break off then, body heating as you squirm at the thought of everything you’d just said while you press your hands to your hot cheeks, embarrassed at what you’d blurted out.

Everything was the truth and you knew that they could tell. What you most certainly were not telling them was that you’d imagined tracing along his tattoos with your tongue. Which had then led on to a delightful fantasy of him pleasuring you with his own tongue, that delightful ball piercing combining with those long fingers in your mind until his name had been a gasped prayer of satisfaction and pleasure in the quietness of the night.

And then suddenly your phone vibrates, the sound loud on the table in front of you and all three of you jump in alarm at it. There’s a moment of silence before you all look at each other and laugh, feeling ridiculous that you’d all gotten scared of a phone notification of all things.

Reaching out, you grunt as Soyeon accidentally kicks you in the stomach before your fingers grasp your phone. Your friends were adamant that your phone case was uncool, but you didn’t care. You liked the flip phone case, the design a cute and overly cartoonish strawberry in hot pink and mint green.

Eyes widening, you stare at the lit-lock screen in disbelief before Chungha is poking at your arm, leaning over to try and see what’s got you so shocked.

“What is it? Has your dad accidentally posted in your family chat again?” Yeah, he was never living that moment down when he’d accidentally sent a sext that was supposed to be for your mom into your family group chat. “Is it...oh my god. It’s him! Soyeon! He’s texted!”

Her squeal is appallingly loud, causing you to turn and glare at her yet you can’t find it in yourself to shush her. Because you want to squeal loudly as well as she’s right, it’s Hoseok. He’s texted. Like he said he was.

“Isn’t it supposed to be too over eager to text the next day?” Is all you say, your tone confused and you recognise that what you’ve just said it stupid. But you can’t think properly right now because all you feel is pure elation that sizzles and crackles in your veins, the nausea of panic earlier to now turn into nausea of excitement while you try your hardest not to smile.

He’d texted. Just like he said he would.

“Oh shut up woman. Are you seriously gonna turn him down messaging you?! This a sign he likes you! Really likes you! It’s not even noon and the man is trying to talk with you again! Answer him!” Soyeon says and you realise that she’s gotten up, peering over your shoulder at your phone screen as well.

Quietly, you unlock your phone and read the message from him a few times before licking your lips and responding.

Jung Hoseok [11:23am]: Hi. So...about that Instagram?

Jung Hoseok [11:23am]: Also, I know you’re not meant to double text but...last night was fun.

The second text comes in before you can properly respond and your eyes widen, noting that he seems to be pretty eager just like they’d said. Or at least...being polite.

Y/N [11:24am]: Hi...same. Hope I wasn’t too...weird

You send him your Instagram handle as well, wondering whether or not you’d posted any dumb photos on there recently. Before you can get too worked up over it though, you push the thought firmly away and decide that he’ll just have to put up with it. He didn’t seem to have been bothered by your quirks last night, and if he wanted to pursue anything further then you’d rather he realise sooner than later.

Jung Hoseok [11:26am]: Nah, you were fine. Best first date I’ve ever had

Jung Hoseok [11:27am]: I also found this out this morning and thought you’d like to hear, Fact Queen

Jung Hoseok [11:29am]: Did you know...Stan Lee almost made the Power Rangers. Saw it on a documentary I’m watching

Y/N: [11:30am]: The Toys That Made Us? On Netflix? It’s great!

Jung Hoseok [11:32am]: It is! Thought I’d tell you anyway

Y/N [11:33am]: :)

He goes quiet after that and you realise that your friends have both been sat silent, holding their breath as they read the conversation between you both. And when you look at them, your eyes widen when you see the matching broad grins they wear.

There’s a second of hesitation before they both squeal and wrap their arms around you tightly, squeezing you so hard.

“Oh my god! He so likes you! He gets you! Oh my god! Girl! You’ve lucked out!!” Chungha shrieks, shaking you violently by the shoulders while Soyeon is slapping your arm lightly in her excitement. Their positive energy is infectious and you find yourself laughing in response, the happiness inside you bubbling higher at Hoseok’s words.

He’d enjoyed last night. Really enjoyed it, if he was to be believed.

And not only did he not mind your weird sense of humour or fact based response mechanism, but he reciprocated it with something he thought you might find interesting. It made you feel warm and gooey.

Another vibration causes you to look down at your phone again, noting that there’s no new message this time from him. Instead, you see that someone called ‘jungsevenfold’ has followed you on Instagram.

Clicking on it, you see that it’s Hoseok’s profile. And just like his Facebook, it’s a hodgepodge of casual photos of him and his friends and more artistic and aesthetic photography shots. Shyly, you follow him back and then note the notifications that pop up on the bottom.

“Oh...my god. This guy is gonna be whipped for you.” Soyeon snorts and you heat up in embarrassment, wanting to deny her but unsure how to.

Because he’d already viewed and liked at least 5 of your images. And he’d even left a comment on the photo you’d taken before you left for the date last night, the angle and light perfect to make your make-up and outfit look its best.

jungsevenfold: beautiful! :)

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