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frozenprocedural · 4 months

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TDOE Day something part 2

Set to the painting "Spirit" by George Roux.

Alarik, Jenny and Dag belong to @patricia-von-arundel

D-A-G

Rating: T

He tried not to think of how wrong it looked. How wrong she looked.

A veritable maze of tubes and wires ran from her arms and chest, making it look as if she were being consumed by some mechanical beast. And her skin! Grayish and papery, as if she might crumble to dust any second.

Alarik had to swallow when he took her hand- it was too warm- but he held tight. Elsa's brow furrowed and her face scrunched before her eyes fluttered open. They were hazy, and it took a few moments for them to focus on him.

“...’Larik?” Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Where…”

Her eyes drifted down, then shot open. “The baby! Where-” she cried out, clutching her abdomen.

“Elsa, no, he's in the NICU. Lay still, please, you just got out of surgery.” Alarik grabbed her shoulders, avoiding the wires and tubes, ignoring the alarms that trilled at Elsa's sudden movement.

“I…” she scanned the room with wide eyes, her breathing rapid and harsh. Eventually she sank back into the pillows, moments before two nurses came rushing in. Alarik pressed against the wall, but held onto Elsa's hand as they checked her over and silenced the alarms. Once they were finished and left the room with a reminder for Elsa to take it easy, he sat back down.

“What… happened? I remember the… the pain…”

Elsa's voice cut off with a choked sound, and Alarik grit his teeth at the memory. Her screams for him, rushing to their bedroom to see her kneeling in a puddle of blood…

He gripped her hand a bit tighter, and made himself speak, keeping the story as short as possible. The ambulance, Kristoff racing behind it. The hospital, and the agonizingly long wait for news. A C-section to deliver the baby- who was whisked off to the NICU immediately. And then there had been bleeding, so heavy it required a hysterectomy.

Elsa listened with quiet tears streaming down her face. Alarik grabbed some tissues and dabbed them away.

“I failed. I failed our baby. Alarik, I'm so sorry…”

“What? Elsa, no! None of this was your fault! You did nothing wrong! Please,” he took her hand back and pressed his lips to her wedding band. “Please don't let yourself go there. You did everything you could. And our son is in good hands.”

For a moment, she simply stared at him, then used a shaking hand to wipe at her eyes. “Our… son?”

For the first time since seeing Elsa bleed, Alarik smiled. He clasped his hands around hers, squeezing tightly.

“Yes. We have a baby boy.”

………..

When Alarik stepped inside their house, it was quiet. Anna, Kristoff and Neta had taken Jenny to the zoo, and the silence was deafening after the constant noises of the hospital.

Alarik checked the clock- they'd be back within a half hour. He knew he should try to get some rest with how much he'd been running back and forth. But his mind wouldn't let him relax.

He paced around, restless and antsy, until his knee caught the corner of the piano bench. He cursed, then looked at the keys. His fingers drifted over them, brushing away the thin layer of dust that had accumulated in his absence. Then he sat down.

He splayed his fingers across the keys, not playing just yet, just letting them rest there. For several minutes he sat like that, staring at the white and black contrast, but only seeing the hospital. Seeing his son in a plastic box, connected to an array of tubes and wires. His wife's pale face, tracked with dried tears.

And a name, the idea coming from Jenny counting the days.

Three notes.

D-A-G.

He played them again. Dag. Norwegian for “day.”

How many days now? Four? Five? They tended to blend together in a blur of exhaustion, sadness, and hope.

D-A-G.

Hope. The word resonated with him. Hope for both mother and son to be alright despite all odds.

Alarik began to add to the notes, starting off soft and slow, letting the sound build. He let his hope play through his fingers, let the song swell into something big and strong, and yet still soft and sweet, the way he wished his son would be.

Let him be alright. Let him grow into who he's meant to be.

The song softened, slowed, until he was back to the original three notes.

D-A-G.

He hadn't written it down, but Alarik knew he wouldn't need to. It was engraved into his mind- Dag's song. He would write it down at some point, but only for his family. One day, he hoped he might teach it to Dag. Just as he was trying to teach…

“Papa!”

A blur of red hair flew towards him, launching into his side. He grunted, and pulled Jenny into his arms, comforted by her warmth, her energy. It was such a difference from her quiet brother, and he freed a hand to wipe away a stray tear.

“Papa, are you alright?”

Jenny's face reminded him so much of Elsa, save for his hair and eyes. He made himself smile, fighting back a sniffle.

“I'm alright, Eldig. A bit tired, but alright.”

A hand rested on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Anna smiling at him. She tilted her head towards the kitchen.

“We'll be right around the corner making dinner.”

Alarik nodded, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’. He didn't know what he would have done without Anna and Kristoff's help. He was a very lucky man.

“Papa? What were you playing? I heard it in the garage.”

Alarik smiled and shifted Jenny so she could reach the keys. He guided her fingers so she could reach the notes.

D-A-G.

“I was playing your brother's song. Just like you have your song.”

Jenny giggled and plunked out the first few notes- E-D-G. Alarik continued, playing a lively, staccato tune that hopped up and down, reminiscent of something fiery- her nickname.

When he finished, Jenny looked up to him. “Papa, can you play Dag's song again? I liked it.”

Alarik chuckled, and kissed the top of her head. “Of course, little one. Will you help me with the beginning?”

Jenny nodded so enthusiastically Alarik had to jerk his chin away for fear of getting struck. He brought Jenny's hands back to the piano and tapped out the first three notes.

D-A-G.

And in that moment, Alarik knew he would one day teach his son his own song.

#elsarik #alarik #tdoe 2023 #twelve days of elsarik 2023

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yesyourstalker · 14 days

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Neta:*snoring*..........*snoring*..........*snoring*...............*snoring*

Ikkan:................

Neta:.........*yawn*......hmmm...... morning ......

Ikkan: It's 3 in the afternoon babe

Neta: hmmmm..........

Ikkan: ..................(Pat)................you still have a slight fever.......go back to sleep

Neta: I'm fine.....ugh........ I just need pain killers

Ikkan: nope..... Lie back in bed. Come on (Pat..Pat ) next to me......

Neta:...........mmmmmmm....ok.....ok.........mmmm...I got to call ummm ....*cough*..........*COUGH*....*coughcoughcough*

Ikkan: let me make the call. Who do you want me to call and why?

Neta:......are you sure?

Ikkan: yes....i can make phone calls neta! ......As long as they're business phone calls

Neta: .....just call Candi.... I made her an assistant manager..... Considering mahi is in school now I need more help....... Just check if she's okay.....mmmm

Ikkan: alright.............hey.... sorry.... Neta isn't at work right now. He's sick and he just wanted me to call you to make sure everything was alright............ So is everything alright?

Candi: yeah everything's fine.

Neta: ..hmmmhmmmmhm.. Naomi..... warabie..... Vinny

Ikkan: how are the employees?

Candi: Naomi's doing well. She's ringing up customers and she's still shy but she's doing her best. Vinny's helping customers and is pretty fast doing inventory and Warabie is being Warabie. I think he's mad that I became the assistant manager and not him

Ikkan: sounds like him so everything is okay?

Candi: yeah

Neta: mmmmmmmm baby........ How's baby?...*cough*

Ikkan: how is the baby?.... what?

Candi: oh..... She's fine. Growing....kicking me every night..... Hehehehe

Ikkan: ok........ She Said she's fine

Neta: what about the baby?

Ikkan: ......................she said..... she's fine

Neta: she?....... she!..*cough*...*cough*...... it's a girl!....*cough*....*cough* ... Give me the phone!...... Candiiiiii..... You're having a baby girl! ...... No no I'm fine a bad cough but everything's good...... Yeah I probably did get it from Phoebe....... Tell me about the little girl!!!

Ikkan: come back to bed

Neta: You know I can't talk on the phone and sit still! I'm just going to be around the house.......... Sorry I'm still here babe. So what do you like going to name her?......Argo?... It's a pretty name. Let me call my ex-wife. I think we might have some baby clothes when Cirrina was a baby... Oh we might have her old ink carriage......

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Neta: ok.......see ya ........ha..... Yeah I practically talk to your whole shift...*sniff*...*cough cough cough* yeah bye.......*sigh*. ............ they're having a girl awwww

Ikkan: how are you feeling?

Neta: I'm.... feeling a little better......ummm...... hey...... ikkan............

Ikkan: yes?

Neta:...........................umm............ nothing..........what are you doing? You've been on your lap top all day

Ikkan: putting my house on the market. Also looking for movers who have a review that's over 2 Stars

Neta: oh...........why so soon?

Ikkan: because I'm moving in

Neta:........ what?.....no

Ikkan: what do you mean no?

Neta: you can't move out of your nice big house with multiple bathrooms, big kitchen and a deck to live in my dinky apartment........doesn't feel right.... You can't move out of your home

Ikkan: [kiss]...... as long as you, Cirrina and nibbles are in my life I'm home

Neta: awwwww...*cough*....*cough*..........ikknyyyyy .... My favorite thing about you is that you can say the most intimate and romantic things in the most deadband voice with the straightest face hahahahha....[kiss] l love you

Ikkan: mmmm.....

Neta: ...............

Ikkan: you want something to eat?

Neta: mmmmmm yeah.... can we get shanty's

Ikkan:.....*sigh*...... I hate shanty's..........alright.... Only because you're sick

Neta: yaayyyy.. *cough*......*COUGH*.....*cough*

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Neta: *eating*...........................

Ikkan: ....... You okay? You don't like the food

Neta: No, I'm fine. Just been thinking it's not an important

Ikkan: he seems to be bothering you......... You've been thinking since you got off that phone call. Is it really not that important

Neta:...............................….... I know you said you don't want to have kids............................

Ikkan:................... well...... not now........ Not at the moment................ I guess........... it's not completely off the table.

Neta: really?........... Last time I brought it up you said you never want a kid. And you can never see yourself having them

Ikkan: I did say that......... but that was the early year in our relationship. I was young with baggage.......... I also just didn't want to have kids

Neta: You got the hysterectomy during the break up I remember

Ikkan: yeah. But I did have some of my eggs frozen

Neta: um?

Ikkan: my mom insisted that I'd get some frozen just in case so..........*eating*........ We have that option. If we make that decision

Neta: so. We can have a baby?!

Ikkan: ok....neta..... Don't get too excited

Neta: we can have our own kid one day!

Ikkan: I said if....if!............we still have a lot of shit that we have to get to........ This isn't just a one-time conversation. We really need to talk about this and do research and....and....and ..all of that..... yeah....... It's not going to be this easy thing we have to find a donor ,we have to find a surrogate...... We have to see how much it is going to cost... We need a house for two kids.........*sigh*......... Let's just- just worry about our tasks at hand right now

Neta:...ok........... Can I have your fries?

Ikkan: No, this is the only good thing they have at shanty's

Neta: but I'm siiiiiiick

Ikkan:....... You may have some.........hu?........ hello?..... Oh hi Mr......eh... Shimi..... it's warabie's dad

Neta:......wah?

Ikkan: my dad's number.... Yeah give me one second-

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Neta: so what was that all about?

Ikkan: I don't know. He just needed my dad's phone number for something. He sounded pissed

Neta: warabie did something probably

Ikkan: like he always does.... (Pat) Your fever is gone.... That's good.

Neta: mmmm... I'm going to take a nap on the couch...* Cough*..... Sleep the rest of the sick off

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Mahi:............ (typing).....(typing).....

Antho: .................

Neta: *snoring*.........*snoring*......*snoring*

Mahi:......(Typing).....(Typing)

Cirrina:.. so what are you doing again?

Mahi: *eh*... ............ It's just a project I have to do for class..... I have to design a layout for a website.......... technically it's a prototype for 'RockShock.com' as well

Cirrina:....hm

Neta:.......*snoring*.......*snoring*.......

Cirrina: and who are you?

Antho: warabi told me his address.... I wanted to see if his living space is as pathetic as he is....... Honestly, not that bad......expected a lot worse

Mahi:.........

Cirrina:... That didn't answer my question ......

Antho: ..... I'm a coworker............ Place is a lot more spacious than I expected it to be ...... Furniture's kind of ugly though..

Mahi: can you say anything that's positive

Antho: *humph*....... What kind of plant is that?

Cirrina: that's a croton plant........ I grew it from a leaf. Ikkan actually talked me into stealing a piece off-

Antho: it's ugly

Cirrina:........ Yeah you'd know ugly considering you Look at yourself in the mirror everyday

Antho: you're one to talk with that overbite of yours.

Mahi: can both of you shut the fuck up please?.... Trying to work here

Cirrina: You could do that in your own apartment.

Mahi: Baja joined a jazz band thing and He's practicing. Warabie is fighting on the phone with his parents I just need some peace and quiet, also free finnflixs. Here antho put something on.

Antho: what are you my mom?................ New season of 'clamshell kitchen' is out..................

Mahi:....(Typing)...... (typing)

Cirrina:...............

Neta: *snoring*............*snoring*.......

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Neta:....*snoring*........... mm ...... Mhh ....mmmm.... ikkan....... ikkan!...... Where's my husband?

Mahi: he went out, warabie called him or something....I don't know... I think he just wanted to avoid us

Neta: oh.... He tends to do that.... and Cirrina she should be back from school by now

Mahi: turf war Crab leg Capital map just opened up. She's outside.

Neta: I don't like it when she goes on that map it looks unfinished........ It's dangerous............. So it's just you here?

Mahi: well-

Antho: your bathroom is surprisingly clean. You have a lot of medication..........

Neta: I have a lot of problems....... Why are you going through my medicine cabinet- just - *cough.... cough.... cough*...

Mahi: I warned you Phoebe was sick and you didn't listen and look at you now

Neta: shut up.....*sigh*..... just behave.... Mahi I don't have to tell you this but you .....you have one rule. You can go anywhere except for my daughter's room

Antho: as if anyone wants to go to Buck beak Brianna's room

Mahi: *pppfff*

Neta: what?

Antho: I said why the fuck would I ever want to go to her room?

Neta:........*sigh*...............................*huff*..............*snoring*

Antho: cod look at him.... Why does he look like that?

Mahi: I don't know. I think you just kind of get like that once you reach a certain age.

Antho: look at his facial hair....*ugh*

Mahi: Right? what is that? Either grow a full beard or don't man...*eh*.............. hello.... warabie calm down...... You can't go to the music festival....... Holy shit really hehehehehehahahaha..... No no no. I'm sorry it's not funny. It's not funny. It's not funny. I'm sorry okay...... Okay hold up. I'm heading over now...........*sigh*...... I got to go....

Antho: hmmmm I guess I'm heading out too..... Thanks for the finn pin. So..... I can just break into his place anytime and he doesn't care

Mahi: yeah except when he has a black door sign out. means he's banging...............or having a mental breakdown......

Antho: oh

Mahi: you'll get used to them....... trust me....... I'm numb to it at this point....bye

Antho: hmmm

Antho, mahi and @fish-at-fish-fish-resort are all in a group chat all they do is shit talk neta

#this is a boring one not going to lie #I'm sorry I just wanted a calm chill story will nothing significant happens #but there is a little bit of foreshadowing in the future fics #ikkan and neta being domestic yay #This does count as a sick fic I guess..... neta got a respiratory infection he got from Phoebe #just assume they're wearing masks or he's wearing a mask. I don't know #just assume there are masks involved #so I went through the timeline of Mahi specifically with them and spike they become kind of shitty and toxic when they're around Spike #I feel like they would be the same way with antho just less in a self-destructive way. and more matching his energy kind of way #Cirrina and mahi are no longer enemies but mild acquaintances.....yay?¿#ok I'm done I'll probably write something better later feel free to give me some ideas Tell me how you want the store to go

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jazumst · 6 months

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Piździernik

Żeby Was... Niedziela w deszczu. Posłuchajcie:

Jest przenikliwie mokro i zimno. Strasznie niekomfortowo jest. Niby jesień, niby człowiek wiedział, ale jednak trochę się łudził. Teraz zaczęło padać. Liczyłem na jakiś spacer, ale już teraz wiem, że wszyscy zaszyjemy się w swoich jamach.

Wczoraj rozmawiałem z władzą wykonawczą, tj. miejscową drogówką. Zaśmiali się i powiedzieli, że jeżeli jestem miejscowy to doradzają spacer na cmentarz. To mają być najbardziej zakorkowane święta dotychczas. Budowa Trasy Kaszubskiej zabrała większość dojazdowych dróg i zwęziła obecną. Oj będzie się działo!

Jak nie będzie padać to pójdziemy z królami wieczorem, jak co roku od wielu lat. Każdy jednak czuje, że deszcz nas nie ominie i będzie to przełomowe niepójście, które uśmierci naszą tradycję.

Brak fajek od L&M jakoś lekko wszedł. Mam nadzieję, że nie jest to podszyte jakąś intrygą. Osobiście potwierdzam, że to gówno a nie brak. Mamy tyle innych podstaw, że do wtorku ludzie jakoś przeżyją. - KM przechodzi samą siebie. Czas czytania książki na komórce oraz przeglądania neta wydłuża się ze zmiany na zmianę. Podkurwiła mnie odłączając służbówkę i podłączając swój, bo ma słabą baterię. Jutro mam zmianę tylko z Kiero, więc poleci podpierdolka. A chuj, niech się dzieje.

Lodowato jest. Chce mi się spać. Zaraz chyba pójdę w kimę.

Dobry wieczór.

#życie

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pigeoninabowl69 · 4 months

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Un poco de LORE sobre mi au del cuarteto de Nos (aunque en realidad no es lore si no funfacts)

no lo sabías, a mi me encanta reciclar personajes antigüos cuyas historias nunca terminé y de ejemplo tienes a un wey llamado John (que se supone que es el OG antes de Mario) Qyan que sería el putón del barrio y un wey llamado Jun que se suponía que es un gameshow host pero acabó siendo el tipo que se ríe mientras come un flan

Decidí hacer una animación toda culera de El putón del barrio en verano 2023 (y dejame decirte que bien culero era my estilo de dibujo en ese entonces) y pues como representante de Rosario puse a Qyan, y como el narrador que cuenta TODAS las personas que se tiró rosario + su esposo que llora cada aniversario a John ya que quedaban a personaje

(también asocié a John con Mario Neta porque tenían el Motif de sobre trabajarse para comprar cual mierda sea)

Y lo de el tio que come 🍮 fue porque jaja seguro que l queda bien la canción

Pd: Jun viene de una historia de medio terror psicologico que planeaba hacer pero la descarté y John + Qyan de una idea de videojuego que tenía en ese entonces

Otra cosa, Jun Kan me recuerda a Spamton y no se porqué

Estos son los dibujos que encontré de ellos (todos de el verano del '23 y no del invierno del '92)

#el cuarteto de nos #cuarteto de nos #mario neta #el cuarteto hace una de las mejores canciones en años (la canción es sobre un flan🍮)#flan #el putón del barrio #invierno del 92 #oc #oc artwork #old art #jajja gracias señor vizco de 61 años ahora tengo una obsesion con su banda de rock #lore #datos que a nadie le importa #spamton g spamton

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symfonia-o-pienknie · 8 months

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01.09.2023r

Zjedzone - ok 870 kcal

Spalone - 350 kcal

Wypite - 4 l

Bilans - 520 kcal

Foodbook

Śniadanie - 150g serka wiejskiego, mały banan

Obiad - 100 gram wegetarnianskiego strogonowa, połowa pomidora, ogórek zielony i łyżeczka jogurtu naturalnego z czosnkiem

Kolacja- dwa małe jabłka, tost, mały banan

W międzyczasie czasie - 30g lodów big Milk, 4 małe herbatniki

Aktywność fizyczna - gra w just dance, Rozciąganie I pilates ( i sprzątanie ale nie wiem jak policzyć ile spaliłem lol, z neta wynika że około 300 ale wątpię NAPRAWDE WĄTPIE)

Dzień udany

#lekka jak motyl #bede motylkiem #ana dairy #motylki any #jestem motylkiem #ana boot camp #blogi motylkowe #thin is beautiful #thin is pretty #motylek any

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pokaleczonymotylek · 8 months

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Wczoraj po całym dniu i nocnym napadzie zjadłam 1968 kcal co dalo dzisiejszy efekt przytycia 1.1 kg jprdl 😡😡💀

Dziś nie mogę tego spieprzyć bo jeszcze 1.5 kg I nie zmieszczę się w rozmiar obecny 42 a w szpitalu tak się kontrolowałam i brakowało 3 kg do rozmiaru L. Jak to się stało że w niemal 1 miesiąc i 17 dni przytyłam 6.4 kg, ja się pytam WHAT?! Muszę się pilnować skoro nie mogę się powstrzymać żeby nie zjeść batonika proteinowego o 1 w nocy to muszę mieć w dzień bilans do 500- 590 max. Jezu mojemu tacie udzielił się anorektyczny nastrój, teraz ogląda uwagę o tej Matyldzie co m q3 lat i osiągnęła bmi 13, przez chwilę myślałam że on mnie nagrałam i to wrzucił do neta bo na początku padły słowa które ja wieloletnie mówiłam do matki " chcę być kosciotrupem, chcę być chuda nawet za cenę śmierci czy ty tego nie rozumiesz "

Chwilami przeszły mnie ciarki 😗💀💀

#blogi motylkowe #motylki any #chude jest piękne #będę motylkiem #pragnę chudości #anorektyczki #kosciotrup #az do kosci #uwaga

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califournia666 · 2 years

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la neta creo que ni seguidores tengo y quiero escribir mi propia historia de ficción creen que m l vuelen si la pongo aquí ya se q existe Wattpad pero la neta no sé cómo se usa, mejor aquí y ya si la ven y sale e Netflix namás le dan like a mi post 🤙🏻

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devilesqueu · 24 days

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Hoy fue un gran día. Tuvimos esta visita de estudio. A pesar de haber estado en la mañana revisando algunos mensajes del pasado siento que salí de ese espacio mental rápido y estuve presente. Luego fuimos al museo del juguete y por un café y la neta estuvo bien luego el almuerzo y activamos algunas conversas sobre dinero. Vino Fer al estudio. Creo que el día estuvo muy movido y eso ayuda. Mañana podremos saber qué onda con lo de los pagos de gaga. Creo que está bueno ir el sábado a las chácharas. El jueves cae a visitar Lila. En fin creo que todo se mueve. Habrá dinero y lo de nuevayork se está acomodando también. Siento que ya no siento tan denso al pensar en angelica. Creo use por fin estoy dejando que se me pase ese y poder reírme o estar tranquilo. Obvio nunca debí escribirle pero así es esto. Creo que ya no importa en este punto solo espero que deje de hacer el ridículo l o antes posible. Que loco las lecciones tan fuertes que estoy aprendiendo siento que soy un adolescente luego. Pero ya estoy teniendo más control y sobretodo enfoque en el trabajo y en lo que estamos construyendo. No hay tiempo que perder sobretodo pienso en el glow up que quiero tener. Vamos a lograrlo. Tienes que enfocarte y trabajar muy duro. Por los sueños de belleza y profundidad. Ese es tu trabajo en el mundo y tu destino. No lo incides nunca. Debes cumplir tu destino.

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shlufim · 6 months

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אילן משה יעקב (בן 29) ז''ל, נרצח על ידי מחבלי חמאס, ב7 לאוקטובר, 2023. יהי זכרו ברוך. ת.נ.צ.ב.ה.

Ilan Moshe-Yaakov (29 years old) z"l, was murdered by hamas terrorists, on October 7th, 2023. May his memory be a blessing. May he rest in peace.

image from Ilans sister, Neta Spillmans facebook post.

#ישראבלר #עברית #hebrew #israel #jumblr #חללי פעולות איבה

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parva-tenebris · 2 months

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Mi trauma más grande : el abandono y ser súper reemplazable

Tu : conmigo estarás segura y jamás te sentirás así..

Tu (cuando estás enojada) : L A R G A T E, neta vete a la verga, no sé ni por qué estoy contigo…

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yesyourstalker · 9 months

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Warabi: ikkan!!! Ikkan! Open the fucking do- oh.. hey Neta.

Neta: ikkan went out. He has a meeting with ink towers studios. He's working on a soundtrack for some movie...... Why are you here

Warabi: yeah I know I'm supposed to be there but I told him I'll get ready at his place ..... He left an hour early as usual.

Neta: well make it quick. I have to open up shop in an hour... Don't want you snooping though my shit.

Warabi: yeah.... Yeah what ever Neta..... You know when ikkan told me he got a boyfriend I thought 'wow that's great. He needed to get laid'

Neta: watch it.

Warabi: 'he's so up tight and standoffish, a partner would be good for him' you know what? It is good for him. He changed. I mean he's no social butterfly but he's become a little more open, slightly vulnerable. His smiles are slightly bigger and he's able to hold a conversation that's more than 2 minutes.

Like his vibes have completely changed. He walks into the studio and the whole room gets a little bit lighter. I thought to myself wow this guy must be great for ikkan. I have to meet this guy I have to see the man who got lill ol ikkan out of his shell. Come to find it's this jealous possessive ass with an attitude problem and always has something negative to say about me. Well apparently everyone has something negative say about me nowadays.

Neta: there's a lot to say about you. you can't help it, You're just that irritating. Now do what you need to do and go. Also I'm not jealous! I've actually known ikkan longer than he's known you.

Warabi: you know what you are such an asshole! What did I do to you honestly?! I'm not going to steal ikkan away from you! If I wanted to I would have done it by now.

Neta: watch it!

Warabi: NO YOU WATCH IT! I'M SO TIRED OF YOU TREATING ME LIKE SHIT LIKE IM LESS OF A CEPHALOPOD. I EXPECT THAT FROM OTHERS I NEVER EXPECTED IT FROM YOU!! I'M ALREADY HAVING A SHIT DAY! I DON'T NEED YOU TO MAKE IT WORSE!.................

Neta:................... Are you crying?

Warabi: .............. (Crying) Cod shut up!!! (full on sobbing)

Neta: *sigh* ok ....... what happened what do mean by that?

Warabi: sniff...... It's nothing........ It doesn't concern you

Neta: Warabi I'm actually trying to be nice to you just please tell me-

Warabi: some one told inksider Media that my grandfather is Octavio and it spread to other news sources and so many are like asking me weird questions and accusing me of things and spreading lies that I'm a spy or that I was in the military and that I was a part of some coup against inklings and the meeting is just the movie producers telling us that they don't want diss-pair to be a part of the movie or the soundtrack anymore because of the controversy and everything is happening all at once on my way here someone told me to go back to the sewers *gasp* (incoherent sobbing) I don't know what to do! (harder sobbing) I'VE NEVER BEEN TO THE SEWERS

Neta:.............. Ok l.... -

Warabi: *sigh* I just wanted to get dressed and just try to make it through the day and then you come in your usual asshole self just treats me like garbage and I don't need it right now..... Especially from you.

Neta: ........

Warabi:...... *Sniff* I don't know a lot of octarians .... I spent most of my life on the surface in other countries..... I know I'm so privileged..... I was surrounded by mostly fishlings, coral and anatomies I was barely around any cephalopods growing up. My parents were no help and they were barely around they didn't teach me anything about the culture. I moved to Inkopolis and I made mostly inkling friends the only octarian that I could truly call my friend was Marina and then I met you.

Neta: .......

Warabi: (ugly crying) I was really excited to meet you. I've seen you play with squid squad. like wow another octarian he is a part of the culture, he could probably teach me about octarian stuff, real octarian culture. all I got was the cold shoulder and anger! And for what!? What did I do!? That really hurt Neta! it really did. (Sobbing but not as hard as it was)

Neta: nothing....... You did absolutely nothing to deserve that..... I'm sorry.... I guess part of it is jealousy.... I guess

Warabi: uh my Cod I don't want to fuck ikkan! I don't even know why you want to! He's weird, emotionally impotent and owns two pairs of shoes!

Neta: no that's not what I meant and that's not true He's very emotional just not in public.

What I meant by jealousy. I meant I was jealous of you. Like you said you were on the surface your whole entire life. I spent 14 years not even knowing what the real sun looked like....my mom never never got to see it she didn't even know what rain was hehe ....... I guess I was just angry that I didn't get to have that life that you had. I hate when people call it the sewers but that's what they were. Those bunkers were part of abandoned sewers left by mammalian, I lived in the lowest rundown part. We had to boil all our water and freeze and try to preserve our food because we always got it a week past the expiration date. The closest school available for me was near octo valley which is like an hour away so I had to get up extra early just to go to school. The kids are nicer areas used to say that I smell bad. I probably did because again the sewers. We didn't have enough water so we had to bathe at least once a month. Honestly it's still something I'm self-conscious about I haven't been home in like 20 something years and I still worry that I smell like waist water....

Warabi: you don't

Neta thank you........ It was mean when they said it. It was so much worse when I went to the surface for a mission and I snuck off to play turf war you know like a regular kid. Some shitty little inkling covered his nose and said that I smelled like a toilet......... That hits so different..... I felt this intense shame when he said that..... Like I was less than I was beneath them.....*Sniff*.....

Warabi: looks like we're both crying huh

Neta: heh I guess hehe. so Instead of actually dealing with that trauma I just took it out on you, thinking that you believed you were above everybody else because of your life.

Warabi : That's not true I'm very grateful for what I have and I don't look down on others who don't............ What did you do

Neta: huh?

Warabi: when he said that you smell like a toilet. What do you do? How do you react to that kind of stuff? I was on the train and some urchin just said go back to the sewers to my face. I don't- I froze, I was shocked. I didn't say anything to him, I should have done something and I didn't know what I should have done.

Neta: That's the shitty thing about it you can't do anything sometimes. If you say something then they're just going to paint you as this violent reactionary octarian and if you ignore them they're just going to assume that you don't speak inkish and if you don't even bother speaking the language what's the point in being here. it's a lose lose situation and sometimes you just...............you just have to let them be. It's frustrating but you look at them and let them know that you understood what they said and look away. Don't give them the satisfaction of being offended because that's what they want they want a reaction and you don't give them one.

Warabi: (deep sigh) ok. And what about the other stuff All these rumors about me and my grandfather I had no control in what he does. Why are they blaming me for all his shit!

Neta: you have squitter right?

Warabi: yeah

Neta: just make a thread and tell your side of the story Tell the truth. You're related to Octavio and that's it. You don't work for him, you don't work with him and you are not associated with anything. You're not a spy you were never in the military. The only thing that they got right was that he is your grandfather and for those who are spreading those lies and choosing to believe those lies you need to check their biases and prejudice against octarians that's all you need to say and that's all you need to do. If someone has something to say let ikkan or Marina or any of your friends support you and let them deal with naysayers. This will All blow over okay trust me. When I joined the squid squad it felt everyone hated me. I was replacing their favorite member. They didn't like that and they tried to find any reason to dislike me and they used me being octarian as a reason. Saying crap like 'I'm not even squid why would he even join' 'are we sure we can trust him' 'he looks like a criminal' a lot of stuff just don't let it get to you I guarantee they're just a vocal minority.

Warabi: ok.............. Thank you....

Neta: it's not a problem..... I'm sorry I did you so terribly I just-

[Hug]

Warabi: doesn't matter now ......

Neta: [hugs back ]

Warabi.. .. Oh shit! I'm late for the meeting I'm not even dressed!

Neta: screw that meeting. You said that they're only having the meeting so they can fire you from some shit movie you don't need to deal with that let ikkan handle it. You want to come to work with me at the mall? they have an abandoned movie theater and a shrimp Castle

Warabi: oh my Cod Yes! are we becoming best friends? All we needed to do was trauma bond oh ikkan is going to hate this!!

Neta: HA yeah he will...........and he's not that weird

Warabi: I once caught him sucking on his shirt collar when he was working on a song

Neta: see that's cute.... means he was focused

Warabi: ugh..........whatever you say he's your partner

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Honoring the Saints

Hello again. This past Sunday was All Saints Sunday. A time to reflect on the people we have lost in the last year. If you missed the service, you watch it here: https://fb.watch/oei63bHY6e/

Different cultures honor their dearly departed in different ways. Typically, here in the western culture, we have funerals or memorials to honor a person’s life and to say good bye. Usually followed by a potluck where people sit around eating and sharing memories of their loved one.

In the Hawaiian culture it is traditional to wear a maile lei or an orchid lei to funerals or memorial services to celebrate the beautiful life of the deceased.

In some Native American cultures, it is customary to tie feathers around the head as a form of prayer.

In China, it is unacceptable to wear red to a funeral or while in the mourning period. However, if the person lived to be over the age of 80, then it is acceptable to wear white with pink or red as their long life is cause for celebration.

In every culture, death is painful. We miss those we’ve lost. We think of them often and it’s hard to fill the void they leave behind.

This week we remember:

Paula Jean (Curtner) Bowen, age 82, passed away Monday, November 7, 2022, at her home in Jacksboro, Texas. She was born on June 9, 1940, in Shawnee, Oklahoma to Paul and Veda Bernice (Breashears) Curtner. Paula married Brooks L. Bowen and were married for over 20 years. Together they raised two great sons, Brady and Blake Bowen. Throughout her life Paula was a former Miss Jack County, a member of the First United Methodist Church of Jacksboro, and a member of the National Cutting Horse Association. Paula was a very loving, caring, generous person and will be missed by all. Paula is preceded in death by her parents and sister Neta Jo Yates. Those left behind to cherish her memory are her children, Brady Bowen and wife Laura of Jacksboro and Blake Bowen and wife Michelle of Runaway Bay; grandchildren, Scarlett Bowen and Weston Bowen; brother, P.D. Curtner; along with many extended family members and friends.

Beverly Ann (Black) Shoun went to be with her Heavenly Father on Thursday, October 5, 2023, surrounded by her loving family. Beverly was born to William James Black and Florence Almarine (Parsons) Black on September 1, 1945. She grew up in Jacksboro, Texas and graduated from Jacksboro High School in 1963. She and her husband James Shoun were united in marriage on August 15, 1964, in the First Baptist Church of Jacksboro. She was a very devoted wife and mother and loved caring for her family. Beverly spent many years working in daycare. She loved children and they brought her much joy. Her mother established the first nursery for the First Baptist Church of Jacksboro and Beverly spent many years serving in the Church daycare. She could point out a child she cared for out of a crowd and immediately tell you how amazing and unique they were. Beverly was a proud grandmother to her one and only granddaughter, Macon Joi. She was Macon’s biggest cheerleader and found so much joy in watching her grow. Beverly was a longtime member of the First Baptist Church of Jacksboro and was a Past Matron of Jacksboro Order of Eastern Star Chapter No 390 and also a Deputy Grand Matron in 2011-2012. She was preceded in death by her parents, Bill and Almarine Black; her brother William (Bill) Black and her brother-in-law, Jimmy Williams. Beverly is survived by her husband James Shoun; son Brent Shoun; daughter Brenda Shoun; son Brian Shoun; and granddaughter Macon Shoun. Also, her sisters Shirley Johnson and Lorraine Williams, and sister-in-law Barbara Black. Nephews Don Johnson, Ron Johnson, Eddy Williams, and Brad Black. Nieces Sheryl Wiles, Jennifer Williams Ansel, Belinda Black Clift, and several great nieces and nephews.

Laurendee Leigh Hearn (Fowler), lovingly known as Laurie, passed away peacefully surrounded by family on Monday, September 18, 2023, in Plano, Texas. She was born on May 6, 1960, in Breckenridge, Texas to Larry Laverne Phariss and Bertha Gladys (Bayne) Pharris. Laurie was a Live Oak Baptist Church member for many years and loved to sing in the church choir. In her spare time, Laurie enjoyed spending time outdoors with her family, crocheting and making afghans, reading mystery novels, and watching John Wayne movies when she wasn’t recording her many TV shows. Most of all, she had a love for people and making them smile whenever she could. She will truly be missed by those who loved and knew her. Laurie is preceded in death by her parents; brothers, Michael and Dennis; and son, Buddy Joe Fowler. Those left behind to cherish her memory include her children, Lacy Westbrook and Billy Fowler and wife Ashley; grandchildren, Brenton, Parker, Tripp, Kaden, Cohen, Kyle, Savannah, Aiden and Connor; siblings, Melissa Farris and husband Clinton and Keith Phariss and wife Becky; along with her nieces (who lovingly called her Aunt Poncho), nephews, extended family and friends.

Jennifer Lynn Miller, age 38, passed away Wednesday, April 26, 2023, in Jack County, Texas. She was born on October 13, 1984, in Dublin, Texas to Larry Floyd Miller Sr. and Norma Ann Lopez. Jennifer was a hard-working mom of 4. She loved her family. She had a big personality and was full of life. She loved to cook and serve others. She always had a smile on her face and truly enjoyed helping other people. She made an impact on the lives she encountered and will never be forgotten. Jennifer is survived today by her children, Jessarae and Jasmine Soria, and Jacob and Jonathan Garza; parents, Larry Floyd Miller Sr. and Norma Ann Lopez Miller; siblings, Sherri Miller, Terri Miller, Larry Miller Jr., Pete Miller, and Chrissy Bennett; along with many extended family and friends.

Charlotte Sue Reynolds, affectionately known as Meemee, went to be with her Heavenly Father on Friday, September 8, 2023, at the age of 81. Sue was born on July 3, 1942, in Bowie, Texas to Ila Faye Cozart-Hankins and Joe Burton Hankins. At just the age of 14, she met the love of her life, Marvin Leon Reynolds Jr. They were married on July 9, 1961, at the First Baptist Church in Bowie, Texas, and were happily married until his passing in 2022. Sue and Marvin’s love story was like none other, their dedication to one another, unconditional love, and resilience are examples that will live on in the lives of the people they touched and the families they leave behind. Shortly after being married, they moved to Jacksboro, Texas in 1962 and became devoted members of the First Baptist Church in 1965. Members of First Baptist could always count on Marvin and Sue sitting in their back pew holding hands. Sue’s heart overflowed with love for God's people. She was steadfast in her calling to serve the youth of Jacksboro through her volunteer work at the First Baptist Church nursery and 20-plus years of working at Jacksboro Elementary. As a mother Sue would do anything she could for her children. From creating extravagant doll houses from cutouts of magazines, leading Girl Scout Troops, baking for every event, and holding them through their nightmares, she assured her kids had an abundance of care and love. Her devotion to care for her children was amplified through her love for her grandchildren. From sick days at Meme’s to spending every holiday at her house, her family cherishes all the memories that she made special. Sue was also a longtime supporter of all Jacksboro ISD sporting events, usually having a child, grandchild, or great-grandchild playing. Rain or shine, cold or hot, you could always find her there rooting for the Tigers and Tigerettes until her health would not allow her to attend. Although she will be so missed, her family and friends find comfort in knowing she is back in the arms of her loving husband and holding her baby boy. She is preceded in death by her husband, Marvin Leon Reynolds Jr., her son, Cody Joe Reynolds, and her parents; brothers in law, Jerry Richardson and Howard Reynolds. Those left behind to cherish her memory are her children, Dondi Leonetta Sanders and husband Billy, Tina Tyann Ward and husband Mike, Marvin Leon (Trey) Reynolds III and wife Sandra, all from Jacksboro; grandchildren, Kizzie Sanders-Bogle and husband Ryan, Bo Ward and wife Windi, Chanz Sanders and wife Tyrissa, Blaze Mathis and husband Josh, Bailey Francis and husband Cal, Ranczy Johnson and husband Bubba, Trinity Reynolds, Teagan Reynolds, Tradyn Reynolds, Tessa Reynolds, Dominic Marquez & Elijah Reynolds and Lana Reynolds; great-grandchildren, Macie and Kylie Karnes, Collynz, Eazton, and Steele Sanders, Lilly, Tripp, and Mollie Francis, Bo Monroe and Penn Ward, Tula Belle Mathis; brother, Ronnie Hankins and wife Jackie Sue Hankins; Sister in law, Patrica Richardson; brother in law, Roger Reynolds and wife Sandy; Sue is also survived by many extended family members, close friends, and neighbors.

Floyd Donald Mathis went to be with his Heavenly Father on Monday, October 23, 2023, surrounded by his loving family after a brief battle with cancer. He was born on February 12, 1938, to Floyd Lee and Juanita (Bottoms) Mathis. Donald was raised in Jack County, Texas, and graduated from Jacksboro High School in 1956. He worked as an oilfield mechanic, farmer, and rancher for many years. He was also a 64-year member of the Fort Richardson Masonic Lodge and was a Past Master. Donald is preceded in death by his parents, Floyd and Juanita Mathis, and his brother, Rex Mathis. Those left behind to cherish his memory include his son Tim Mathis and wife Patricia; two granddaughters, Kalyn Qualls and husband Michael of Jacksboro, Texas, and Kassie Davis and husband Blake of Bellevue, Texas; four great-grandchildren, Carter, Emma, Kameron, and Blake; sister-in-law, Joan Mathis; along with numerous nieces and nephews.

I know these are just a few of many that have gone on to glory. These aren’t even all the names that were mentioned in the service, these were just all the obituaries that I could locate. Hug your loved ones close and say a prayer for them. I am so thankful for the time I had with people who are no longer with me…

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