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[wymgreenteam]

this blog is now my own personal writing journal sorry

found out via the last few wip wmondays that a good way to hold myself accountable and just, like, keep track of my writing progress is to shove it into the void of tumblr and hope for the best. so, now that the arranged marriage au is done and handed off to my beta, here are snippets of the next few fics up in the queue for me to work on: (as usual, read at your own risk)

1. undead jack/witch nico — this is one of two spooky-themed fics i’m hoping to get out before halloween this year. i workshopped this idea a couple of times and after a couple :/ misses on my part, my beta helped me come up with this. it’s a little more serious than my writing style has been lately, but it’s still fun.

Somehow, waking up to an unfamiliar naked body in his bed isn’t the concern for Nico, nor is it that they have the prettiest face Nico’s ever seen.

No, the concern is that the body has no heartbeat, yet is somehow very much alive and very much looks about to suck Nico’s dick.

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2. demon trevor/college student jamie —  the second one of my spooky fics for this season and this one is pure shenanigans and chaos, as any fic featuring these two should be. 

So here’s the thing: Jamie doesn’t mean to summon a demon. He was really just trying to pass OChem, and now he’s suddenly soulbonded to the most annoying floppy-haired, bright-eyed demon he’s ever seen. 

Well, not that he’s seen many demons, but his point still stands.

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3. matthew/leon in the starbright universe — two people left comments on the quinn/thatcher asking about the little tease of the matty/leon i put in there and, consequently, made me think about them a little too hard. i don’t have anything written out that’s not in bullet points so no excerpt for this one yet :/

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4. jonas/nico/jack — there is now never a time when i’m not thinking about them. i just think they’re so neat. here’s a little bit of what i have but i don’t wanna say too much.

Once the door closes, Jack turns to face Jonas, his arms crossed over his chest, defensive. “So...?”

“So,” Jonas echoes, “Do you want to talk about why you ran out the other day?”

“I mean…” Jack shifts on his feet, looking to the side. He looks uncomfortable. Nervous, even. “Not really.”

“Too bad. Talk to me.”

Jack kind of looks like he wants to stomp his feet. Jonas tries really hard not to find it as adorable as he does.

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5. jack/nico time loop au — this one’s been on the brain for a hot second. it’s taken a while because i’m trying out something new with my style and i keep being unhappy with it, so we’ll see how it goes from here. might need another overhaul.

Nico swings by the box after Jack’s been shoved in, shaking his head as he hands Jack his gloves, stick, and bucket. 

“Stop being reckless,” he says. He leans a little closer. “You never know when the loop’s going to end, Jack.”

“I’m fine, cap,” Jack replies, grinning. There’s certainly blood in his mouth,  staining his smile. He should probably take stock of his teeth. Something uncontainably feral sinks its claws into his chest. “Go score for me, cap.”

Nico shakes his head again and skates away. To his credit, though, Nico does score while Jack looks on from the penalty box, whooping and proud.

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6. quinn/brock/elias racing au — a second installment into the racing au that i started with the jack/nico take the wheel fic i posted because apparently i have many thoughts and feelings on quinn hughes that simply have no other outlet. anyway this has been so much fun worldbuilding-wise and there’s definitely another fic ft last year’s umich boys that i’m incredibly stoked to get a start on for this universe as well.

“I don’t trust you,” Brock says, point blank.

Quinn pales. “What?”

“No, as in—” Brock gestures vaguely, searching for his next words. “I don’t know you enough to trust you yet. That’s why I’m still doubting your calls, and the hesitation time is killing me. Anyone can see that.”

And he’s right. Those precious fractions of a second that Brock waits to punch it before a jump, before sliding into a different lane, wastes grinding on the edge of the track—they all add up. Quinn glances over at Elias, who’s just standing at the edge of the garage, hip cocked against the wall and arms crossed, just watching. His expression is unreadable.

Quinn looks back to Brock, nervous. “Okay? I’m— I’m sorry?”

Brock sighs. “We gotta fix this. Come on.” He tosses his helmet onto one of the workbenches and walks out, swinging his keys around his finger.

“Wait, what?” Quinn’s lost, looking between Brock and Elias, whose lips have curled up into the barest hint of a smile.

“Let’s go, Huggy Bear,” Brock calls over his shoulder.

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in conclusion — this is very different from the fic-preview-update-thing i posted last time because what my brain decides it wants to work on is completely unpredictable and i’m simply subject to its whims. also i keep coming up with new ideas, so that’s been screwing with the order rather substantially. anyway, if you made it to here, i’m impressed. thank you. the semester’s picking up rather substantially so i’m white-knuckling it through midterms over these next couple weeks, then i’ll hopefully have a little more time to write again. but we’ll see. 

hope you all have a wonderful day :)

#back on my bullshit i'm so sorry #publicly holding myself accountable here #super stoked for these fics though! #a lot of them are on the brain DAILY #will i actually end up getting two spooky month fics out before halloween?? #who knows! probably not! #gotta try anyway though #lil.snippets

[fleetofshippyships-archive]

Last Line Meme

Tagged by @rockmarina to post the last line I wrote

😅 so I’ve not really written anything in a while cos my pain levels have been unmanageable lately, and I see also my queue ran out yesterday whoops, I’ve just not been with it/online 😅

According to my document history, this is the last thing I wrote:

“Mn?”

Ah yes, the ever eloquent Lan Wangji XD (merfolk AU)

But since I feel like that’s a bit of a let down for a post XD the second to last thing I apparently wrote was a tkrb fic I have not posted (even though it’s finished), the last line of which is:

What he did probably couldn’t be called art in the way Kasen thought of art, but he would certainly rather draw something than struggle with words for a moment longer.

Aaand yah. I should probably edit and post that...it was for a prompt challenge and is now nearly 2 weeks overdue...eh no spoons

Let’s hope my pain levels chill the fuck out so I can focus on writing again, cos I’m so fucking close to finishing the next merfolk au fic and it’s driving me bonkers. And I’m also starting to not want to finish it cos as it got closer to mermay there was an explosion of merman!Lan Wangji content that will surely only increase again and now I kind of...what’s the point 😅 other people do it better than me, you know? Gotta get over that, but right now, combined with my unmanageable pain levels...I’m not getting anything done and I have no drive to get anything done.

And...not tagging anyone because I can’t think clearly enough to remember who to tag 😅 yay pain! But this post is coherent I hope so that’s a win!

#* #tag game #tag meme #i better go on my dash for a while and stock my queue again #and then drop it down to less posts a day because...i'm not getting online very often lately #just over a week left and we'll hopefully drop into alert level 2 and physio and massage therapy will reopen to non-emergency clients #and then maybe i'll finally be able to make a dent in my pain levels #because i'm at 10/10 pain every day now and...it fucking sucks but it's not anything that can be termed 'urgent' #it's just fibromyalgia #nothing degenerative or physical damage based #i can't just have 1 appt and get better i need ongoing treatment #it will takes weeks to turn this around #so yah....i'm not really writing right now becauseeeeeeeeeee PAIN

[dailydoseofdacre]

Teenage Dirtbag

(iii.)

request: angst with make up at the end also going along with “Hey there! You’re probably drowning in these already but could I request a Billy Hargrove imagine where the reader is super nice and they become like this couple that’s “sweet enough to rot your teeth out or mean enough to knock your teeth out”? Xo”

A/N: trying my hardest to fulfill each request and post these daily (maybe twice daily since i get über bored). A lil heads up that (1) I’m sorry if this is crap so far and (2) this will maybe be a long chapter. Also, if you’ve requested an imagine and I don’t hit it exactly to the T, I’m so sorry. + this chapter did take me a long time to write,,, like a lot of editing went into this chapter.. hope you guys like it

word count: 3.1k+ das long.

The week flew by just as fast as one could blink, with only led to Billy’s two encounters being long thrown out the window and your life going back to the normal lonely one it was.

Sorta.

All week since your last conversation with Billy, you noticed that Billy’s gaze would lock onto you as you walked the halls. The new awareness Billy had harbored caused you to change your routes to classes, walking around the school rather than through the corridors; which benefitted you because you despised the looks and remarks while walking. His piercing blues would glare at you from across the field as you read and ate during lunch, Billy would lean onto his Camaro, a cigarette in his hand or mouth, chatting up his next victim of the afternoon. Though every so often he’d catch himself turning his head to check up on you, then returning back to his previous conversation with a dullness in his voice.

Not acknowledging the newfound attention one bit, you took the liberty of eating in the library. Of course, with a lot of pleases and I promise I won’t make a messes to Mrs. Lovinsten. In result to the sacrifices you made, you were pleased that you had successfully dodged the “God of Hawkins High.” Knowing that he was up to no good, both in school and as an attempt to take one humongous step into your life. If you had let him in, you were more than sure that he would tug the strings of your heart until you completely fell for him. Billy would make you feel like the only girl in the world until he got what he really intended to get. Then he would just dump you like a teenager would with trash: disgusted. And frankly, you didn’t want that to happen to you.

A sad smile would etch your face as you started to partake in reading love stories, wishing that one day you’d find your knight in shining armor. Not with Dan-your stepdad. You seethe to yourself, heart skipping a beat as you delved into the deep depths of your memories, always deciphering what the root of his behavior was. The given was the tremendous amount of alcohol he consumed, but what in Dan changed from seeing you has his own to treating you like he owned you?

Upon reapproaching the thought of your stepfather acting as he did to you, the interest to read the sappy Romeo and Juliet was slim to none. A small scoff releasing from your lips, scolding yourself for even considering that you’d ever find love. Taking a small bite of your sandwich, you then thought of what you wanted to do today, since it was Halloween. Lips tugging slightly as you decided that you’d stop at the local library and pick up two or three scary books, also keeping a mental note to pick up some candy on the way home.

Casting your attention from your sandwich, you hissed a crap as you recalled that your neighbor since infancy, Tina, would be throwing her Halloween party this evening. Only all of the students at Hawkins would show up— all but you, which would result in families avoiding your neighborhood due to the rowdiness of this generation’s teenagers. No one would want to trick o’ treat in a neighborhood of drunk and loud teens who listened to the horrendous screaming music. This caused you to reconsider taking money out of your personal stash to buy candy. Was it really worth it? You droned on to make a small list of what books you desired to pick up at the library.

“Hargrove!” David Fitz called out to the Californian, who tipped his head back and swiveled it to the direction of the voice, a cigarette laying between his lips. His elbows were rested upon the hood of his blue beauty as his torso gently sat on the bumper of it. As if on queue, the girls he was chatting up seductively said their good bye, Billies and see you tonight, Billies.

Waving the girls off, Billy awaited David’s presence, but fixed his posture as his eyes moved from David to your signature table, finding that Steve, his gal, and a couple other of his friends occupied it. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger, Billy perched up and away from his car, dragging from his cigarette one last time before chucking it on the grass.

Brushing a puzzled David Fitz off, Billy staggered down from the hill that separated the field and the parking lot. He stopped before the field itself, intently scanning over every head that filled its grassy contents. Tongue glossing over his lips and a hand raking through the texture of his curls, Billy sighed deeply, wondering where you could possibly be. Absent? Skipping? Did you move? Ran away?

“Billy,” a pat on the back from Fitz snapped him from his train of thought. Concern etched David’s face before he raised his eyebrows, giving the Californian another slap to lift up his current state. Billy stared at David, lips parted slightly and his face radiating aggravation. “Ready for this party tonight? Heard there’s gonna be a shit ton of kegs there.” David picked up the conversation in attempts to raise Billy’s mood once again.

Before Billy could tell David to fuck off, the bell rang, signifying that the forty minutes of freedom the teenagers had at Hawkins was up, that it was time to trudge back into the school and resume to their classes. Surprisingly enough, Billy found himself within the sea of students that piled into the corridors of Hawkins High. He peered around the normal place that he’d spot you at, casually walking past him a book stuffed into your face. As people sped past him to get to their own classes, he assessed each and every face, and much to his dismay, you were yet to be spotted by the 177 cm bad boy. Billy growled lowly, padding his feet to exit the school and smoke in his car.

Bobbing your leg up and down impatiently, you stared down the clock, hoping that the last two minutes of the school day would finish. Your calculus teacher informing the class of what topics you were to be quizzed on Friday. Before he was about to inquire as to what plans his students had for the day’s particular holiday, the bell rang, dismissing everyone. All of the students scurried out of the class, hush whispers about Tina’s party and loud whooping tormented the halls of Hawkins High School. Getting up from your seat, you brought your calculus book to your chest, wishing your calculus teacher a safe and happy Halloween.

“Why, thank you, Miss (y/l/n).” He gingerly smiles before returning the gesture of a safe Halloween as well.

Head hanging low, you popped your head out of the classroom to make sure that the halls were completely empty. When you felt the Coast was clear, you stepped out into the narrow corridor, looking over your shoulder to ensure that it was indeed empty— that you could go to your locker with ease. Stopping in front of your locker, you allowed your eyes to do a double take one last time, finally giving your full attention to it.

Billy was leaned against the trunk of his car, staring straight ahead of him when he heard to sound of his stepsister’s skateboard nearing. Gnawing on his gum obnoxiously, he spoke to Maxine with such harshness and disgust at the sound of the passenger door opening. “You’re late again.” There was a massive strain in his voice, upset from Maxine’s tardiness and your disappearance.

“Yeah, I had to get catch up homework.” Maxine retorted, her tone not wanting to trigger her stepbrother’s temper, but still audible enough so Billy could hear her.

A humorless chuckle fled from his lips, a small snicker leading behind. “Jesus. I don’t care,” he paused. “You’re late again, and you’re skating home. Do you hear me?” He took the final drag from his cigarette and threw it on the floor, turning to open the driver’s door, throwing his bag in the backseat of the blue Camaro and slamming it shut. Within seconds of igniting the engine, Billy sped out of his parking spot, racing out of the school’s lot altogether.

After threatening to run over Max’s hick friends, Billy carried on to speed he and Max home, a mischievous smirk etching his lips as he remembered the one place he could catch you at. There had to be some reason as to why there was a new book that occupied your interest daily. It could’ve been that you had an extensive home library, but seeing that they were perfectly laminated with a color on the spine, it only led to one place..

Scouring the shelves of the local library, you bit your bottom lip softly, eyes carefully skimming each spine to find your final book to check out before going home. Your eyes lit up with such delight and passion upon looking up, finding Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, you whispered a soft aha. Due to your short stature, you had to go on the very balls of your feet to reach the shelf that the book teased you at. The grip that your teeth had on your bottom lip tightened a bit due to the amount of coordination, balance, and concentration it took to grab the book.

It was then a right hand with a distinctive watch swooped in and pulled the book in a swift movement. Your breathing hitched as dèjá vú terrorized your thoughts, Billy’s muscular body not daring to lay a single kilo on yours, right behind you to yet again, help you grab a book. All of your muscles stiffened, and you shut your eyes tightly, waiting for Billy to step back and hand you Frankenstien.

“Are you O.K., Doll?” Billy whispered into your ear, a menacingly playful smirk masking his face. You crinkled your nose at the mixed aroma of cigarettes and mint disturbing the welcoming smell of old books.

Your voice was gentle and soft, cracking as you managed to peep out a sentence. “What’re you doing here?”

“Where were you all day?” Billy spat back, his voice hoarse yet still low. His blues desperately wanted to adorn into the beautiful features of your face, but looked down at your hair instead.

Pressing your lips together, you stood silent, avoiding the question. In turn, then piping up, answering him with a question. “Why?”

Billy didn’t want to admit that your awkward and introverted personality attracted him, that he yearned to talk to you. Let alone convince you to go to Tina’s party with him. Butterflies tingled in his gut, what happened to the sexy bad boy? Where was Billy fucking Hargrove?

“Answer my question first.”

A soft sigh was all you could give him, nudging him off of you. Much to your surprise, Billy stepped away, the book still in his hand. Turning to face him, you felt your eyes cast down to his appearance. He looked as if he was ready to go to Tina’s party, causing you to gulp silently.

Billy tilted his head back in response to catching your eyes lingering on his bare chest, a black leather jacket “covering” his shoulders and torso. Ditching the light jeans that shaped his bum into a darker pair, finishing the look off with his signature boots. His lips curled up, eyes melting and sketching how angelic you looked through his long lashes as you guffawed at his outfit.

Both the smell of his breath and the old books were vanished, the smell of Billy’s alluring cologne taking over your nostrils. Blinking rapidly, you peeled your sight away from Billy, who smugly smiled a due to your acknowledgement of his new outfit. Heat arose to your cheeks and you already knew that your face was beet red and to suppress your embarrassment, you covered your face with your hair.

A frown plaguing your face and eyes staring down at your feet, you opened your mouth again. “May I please get the book, Billy?”

“What are you doing tonight, doll?” He ignored your question, hiding the book behind him in attempts to advert your attention to him. The attention he craved.

“Well,” you started, voice remaining at a small, gentle whisper. “When you give me the book, read it and then go to sleep.” Frustration was evident as your features contorted to emote that you just wanted to get the book and go home.

Huffing softly, you told yourself that you could just grab the novel another day, being that it would just waste up more shelf space in the next couple of days, despite Billy’s grasp on it. Muttering a never mind, you kneeled down to grab the other two books that were to be read this evening and spun on your heels, leave the Californian’s presence.

“Doll?” Billy called out, voice sounding as silky smooth as possible, a voice that made all girls’ legs turn to jelly. That would have the girls in his arms, smashing their lips onto his. All except you. Grunting, Billy called out your nickname once again, a bit louder. He sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, cursing himself mentally.

Luckily for you, Dan was missing this particular night, a note scribbled on the fridge informing you that he was going to be gone for the month for his annual truck driving gig. For one whole freeing month, Dan would be delivering whatever was in stock nationally. Hopefully he’ll take longer this time. You prayed to yourself, and jumped up in excitement, Halloween all to yourself and your books.

Kicking your shoes off, you shut the blinds from your room, eyes rolling at the sight of Tina hooking up with her boyfriend. Gross. You began to unbundle yourself, grabbing all of your garments to shower. Before falling under the warmth of the hot water the shower head was to succumb you to, you glanced at the two books on your bed, wishing you had snagged Frankenstein.

Coming out of the bathroom, darkness enveloped you, noticing it was a little past 8 o’clock, you silently scolded yourself for waiting until the hot water turned your navy polished hands into little prunes. Then again, you were a sucker for hot showers. Sliding into your slippers, you hugged yourself, rubbing your arms continuously in attempts to warm your body temperature. With no avail, you retreated to your silk robe, wrapping it around your frigid body tightly.

Shuffling out of your room with both books in your hands, you make your way into the kitchen, popping some popcorn to eat as you indulged into their scary contents. Upon placing the books on the couch, you gripped the bowl that held the warm popped corn, stuffing it between your crossed legs. Opening the first book, you lost yourself within its words.

Stifling a yawn, you looked at the clock on the wall: ten thirty. And just as you suspected, not a single family dared to knock on your door for candy. Although you were a bit upset, you were hypocritically a little grateful that no one that evening had disturbed your reading.

Well.

The party right next door was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, but all the while, you drowned out the music and loud teenagers like you always did at school everyday. Another yawn was earned, your body screaming for slumber. Closing the second book, you retrieved yourself from the couch, grabbing the now empty popcorn bowl and putting it in the sink. Your heart fluttered after hearing a crowd of young men shouting, chanting the infamous Californian’s name.

Upset that their rowdiness would give you troubles sleeping, you stepped outside, the rough October wind whipping in your face. Hugging yourself for extra warmth, you made your way over to Tina’s house, eyes looking out for her to politely ask her to keep it down. For one of the two reasons: you wanted to sleep and that the cops may get called on them. But you were only going to enlighten her of the latter.

Whooping and catcalls were thrown in your direction as you made your way into Tina’s, looking around for the host. You turned almost instantly when a hand grappled your bum, staring at Carl Rogers, who was stepping over your boundaries. “Looks like mouse knows where the party is.” A blush sweeping across your cheeks, you took a step back, intimidated by his statue like frame.

“Please don’t touch me.” You looked up at him through your lashes, looking everywhere but his hungry hazel eyes. A mocking chuckle erupted from the 185 cm jock, placing his meaty hands on your bum, squeezing it.

“Like this?” He glared down at you, his alcoholic breath fanning your face.

A small group had formed around the two of you, and with what strength you could manage to get out of yourself, punches were thrown at his chest. “Let go of me!” You shrieked, small fists beating his broad chest, to which did absolutely nothing to him.

Laughs were flooding the house as you struggled out of his grasp. Carl’s hand gravitated from your bum to grab a hold of both of your wrists tightly. Breathless, you stared at the beast, who mocked your previous pleads to be released. Your eyes began to water, which only led to more mocking and giggles from your cowardly demeanor.

Billy stared at the once King Steve, attempting to scare him off, showing him who was the real King of Hawkins. Nancy walked away from the staring contest, curious as to why there was a circle of teenagers laughing a mimicking what sounded like pleads for help. Her eyebrows scrunched together, pushing her way through her fellow peers. She gasped as she saw Carl Rogers harassing and bullying you.

“Stop!” You muffled through a sob as Rogers and the others continued to belittle your existence, throwing names and fake crying. Nancy escaped the crowd, tugging at Steve’s sleeve to gather his attention. Instead, the gesture grabbed Billy’s attention, the urgentness in her face explained that something was wrong. Swaggering away from the couple, Billy sauntered his way through the crowd, everyone moving aside so he could see what all the fuss was all about.

His eyebrows knitted at the sight of Carl Rogers holding your wrists, and Billy registered that you were in danger. When your teary gaze locked into his blues, Billy immediately ran up to Carl, who was about to pull the string of your robe off and threw a hard, nose cracking punch at him, his blood boiling and sweaty chest heaving up and down. Carl stumbled back, hands attending to his cracked and bloodied nose.

Billy stood over Carl, face hard and his features distorted in anger. “Don’t you ever fucking touch her.” Billy gestures towards you, which earned everyone’s gaze on your current state, cheeks tear streaked and red wrists, cowering behind him. Billy fixed his posture, head glaring at everyone with such hate. “I don’t want anyone touching her.” He warned louder, addressing the quiet teenagers of the house.

“Or you’ll deal with me.”

#teenage dirtbag #pt3 #billy hargrove imagine #fanfiction?? #billy x reader #dacre montgomery #dacre #stranger things 2

[spikelovebot]

whoops this is a kinda late post bc my queue ran out a bit ago but i will be inactive until tomorrow night maybe longer because i have my moms funeral tomorrow and i’m not home! i will see u guys then love u all

#🌌.txt

[blissful-thinker]

“I may have underestimated how much stuff I got at Anime Expo in general until I finally got a picture of the overrall haul this year: a summary.”

So after a few days of rest I finally got around to doing the usual masterpost of what is now my third year at AX. SO AFTER PROCRASTINATING FOR A WHOLE MONTH AFTER THE CON IS OVER I’M FINALLY POSTING THE MASTERPOST OF WHAT WAS MY THIRD YEAR OF AX CAUSE THIS ACCIDENTALLY GOT BURIED UNDER VARIOUS DRAFTS. WHOOPS MY BAD BUT ANYWAYS...

It was my first time going all 4 days with nothing stopping me and I think that might be why my haul is bigger than expected and why the read more is gonna be very, very long this time (which is why it took me like a fuckin week to do it.) So feel free to read on if or don’t cause this year was something else to the point where I ended up organizing the highlights by day.

The cosplays this year fricking amazing and cool to see again!! There were many, many cosplay I wanted to take pictures of (but so little storage space in my phone or I was going one way and the cosplayers was going the other way. That latter happened a lot.) Will probably post the photos I managed to take once I get those sorted out.

NOW LET’S GET TO THE PART WHERE I TRY TO REMEMBER WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED THIS WEEKEND CAUSE IT WAS A LOT TO TAKE IN:

Day 1: -Gets to the con at 7:30am with friends to pick up badges; end up in badge pickup limbo for about an hour. Ended up seeing a guy inflate his Pikachu cosplay up at the parking area and also talking to a guy who was the expanding brain meme and the salt bae meme. Only when the line moved did I realize I forgot to ask for a photo ;__; -Got our badges around 8:45am-ish and ended up in LineCon2k17 to get into the convention itself. I think it might have been due to them upping the security measures so honestly I’m not complaining too much (It did go faster for the remainder of the con.) Okay maybe I was kinda anxious that day to get in cause I needed to get to a certain booth quickly that day. Anyways it took like 1 1/2 hours to get in cause by the time they opened a few more doors, it was already 10:15am and then me and my friends were kinda walking fast and quickly going over meet up plans before we split to do our own business. -RAN MY ASS TO THE GOODSMILE BOOTH TO GET ONE OF THE LAST QUEUE TICKETS OF THE DAY FOR 3:30 (Aftermath: Came back around 3:30 and managed to get one Free Skate Yuuri Katsuki Nendoroid which I am thankful did not sell out until the next day. Might’ve been because the autograph signing and the panel for Sayo-kun and Kubo [YOI creators] were that day. I’m kinda thankful I’m not too interested in autographs or panels to go. Dude at the GS booth was surprised Yuuri didn’t sell out yet and I explained it might’ve been cause of that. He did get sold out the next day so yeah. But also I hope everyone had a good time at that panel!!!) -Explored Exhibit Hall while waiting for a friend who was at the Atlus booth. I swear there were more vendors this year. -SO MUCH GREAT ART IN ARTIST ALLEY, SO LITTLE TIME TO APPRECIATE IT ALL CAUSE EVERYONE IS SO GOOD THERE (repeats this for 3 more days cause it’s true) -some guy cosplayed as Symmetra's photon projector beam.... I realized hours after leaving it’s the same guy who cosplays as Deadpool every year  ACTUALLY RAN INTO AN OLD HIGH SCHOOL CLASSMATE WHO WAS TABLING IN AA. IT WAS REALLY NICE TO SEE THEM AGAIN HONESTLY. -somewhere along the late afternoon me and my friend managed to find the Crunchyroll foyer. may have taken a picture with the yoi kiss and cry set up there. itwasboundtohappen -they changed up the layout of the entertainment hall so much. i actually prefer it it’s so nice :D -ran my ass to the blizzard booth when I got inside the entertainment hall. that was also bound to happen eventually -played arms with friend at the ninendo switch area. got thrust into a sudden game of mario kart 8 with someone else cause the person in front thought the controller stopped working. i’ve never been more panicked in my life than in mk8 -chilled out behind the blizzard booth at the overwatch rest area for the rest of the day. got to watch the trivia go down for an hour until going back home regretsididntdotrviaatallisworeiwasgonnadoitbutichickenednout -saw lucio’s VA while resting at the booth ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

DAY 2 -got there early and linecon was over (mostly) so waited around for the opening and took cosplay pictures. (note: if you saw some weirdo eating a to-go bowl with their fingers, that was me. i didn’t have breakfast that morning) -hung around exhibit hall properly this time while looking for certain booths since the “definitely need to get now” priority rush was over -me at the two people at arunning a certain booth as my other friend decides what to get from there “I’m just watching this unfold my dudes, I’m just the bystander here.” (not gonna specify anymore than this. the people at the booth were pretty chill though) -that psycho pass prop gun demostration was 10/10 holy shit -AA part 2: the “less hectic but still hectic version and still deciding what to get” feelings -my friend tempting me to get a pillowcase of the legendary birds with him...I was pretty close to actually get it (he got it regardless and honestly it is the softest of pillowcases) -”Alright I think I got everything i needed from ___ fandom- sHIT WAIT I KINDA WANT THAT” -me, who has never played persona 5 in her life but knows enough about it, getting more prints and charms than my other friend, who has played over 150+ hours on that game alone and got like 2 prints from it -hanging around the entertainment hall again before leaving early that day. probably best I left early cause I was deadass tired. for the first time in years I slept before midnight cause AX

Day 3: -okay honestly the only thing I remember this day was that my friend and I were at the Blizzard booth resting and waiting for triva to start and Symmetra’s VA was hanging around the booth. So when trivia was gonna start, the top prize for winning the trivia current triva round was a Symmetra funko pop signed by Anjali. As soon as that was said, Anjali suddenly appeared out of nowhere grabbed the funko pop from one of the guys leading the triva rounds, tried to make her escape by carefully manuvering around the beanbags and then trying to roll away.... only for her to kinda trip during her roll from my friend’s foot and then landed right next to me and my friend before recovering and then running away from the booth (and then returned after a few minutes). Honestly it’s been 3 weeks a month at this point and I’m still shook as fuck -also she asked some of the trivia questions as Symmetra. that was also really cool

Day 4: -since it was the final day, it was just making sure of last minute gets at AA -”I got a charm at AA of Yurio yesterday and somehow he detached from my badge today but I’m not even fucking upset I lost him or surprised cause he was dangling along with charms of Yuuri and Viktor and he honestly fucking would straight up ditch them at some point in a day in the life of Yuri[o] Plitsetsky”: a thrilling one shot of the morning. I managed to get another one before I forgot to and Yurio2 was grounded to my bag until I was home -an interesting shirt hunt up in exhibit hall for my friend requested from his friend. it was... quite the shirt to get and probably the strangest thing to get for him and it wasn’t even for him Honestly the only way I can I summarize this year was that is was heck a lot of fun and hopefully will go next year. Maybe if I’m not that lazy and able to I’ll cosplay next year too. Will I actually put up the masterpost of the merch I got- honestly probably not cause I have no idea where I put my merch pictures.

#anime expo 2017 #ax 17 #bliss rambles #my photos #PROCRASTINATION AND FORGETFULLNESS AT ITS PEAK EVERYONE

[canaryatlaw]

Well, today wound up being pretty good, despite a slightly rough start. It took me a full 4 minutes to convince myself to get out of bed after my alarm went off at 7, but I managed to do it and not end up being late, although my bus was then late and I ended up being 15 minutes late to work anyway >_>. I managed to catch my boss just as she was walking out and caught her up quickly on the research I was doing trying to find that mom and girl and she said to file a criminal investigation unit request, so I spent most of the morning looking up information for that and filling it out. I was then out of work and learned that every single attorney on my calendar wasn't currently in the office. Oh, lol. Well I guess I get to fuck around for a while, so I did. After lunch I eventually got some more work in the form of more prison phone calls (yay my favorite! Not...) from yet another case, same lawyer. She did tell me that she got the judge to listen to the last ones I went through and identified the problematic content in and it resulted in a goal change, so that felt like a major victory for all the hours I spent listening to them (I hate 26 pages of notes, if that gives you any idea). I don't know too many of the details on this case but the calls were between a husband and wife with the wife incarcerated on like, 8 criminal trespassing charges. Like 2 minutes into the first call she drops that she's pregnant, so I immediately ask the lawyer if she knew this, and she was just like "oh no, she just thinks she's pregnant, she's actually out of her mind crazy and thinks she has 10 invisible children and 5 different lovers." OH. And as I kept listening, I found that was not an exaggeration at all. Like, this woman was out of her fucking mind, all the while insisting she was perfectly mentally healthy while then launching into a rant about how she believes in her invisible children she gave birth to at home and thinks they became visible and they saw them playing on a walk once and she just knew they were actually her children. Right.....the dad just seemed done with everything she was saying (I don't really blame him) but would then rant at her and say things like "we don't have our kids back because you keep doing stupid things and getting in trouble" and then they had a big fight because she wanted to call the caseworker because she likes her and thinks she's trying to help, while he vehemently disagrees and thinks the caseworker is trying to get their kids taken away. *sigh* never a dull movement. I was gonna go over my stuff with my boss once she got back but we decided to push it to tomorrow because she was busy, and then she asked me if I could step up for a status hearing on the case I did my first interview on with the adorable 5 year old girl I showed the Wonder Woman trailer, and since I know the case backwards and forwards at this point (the file has been living on my desk for over a month now) I of course said yes and went back to review it. I'm excited to do it because there's no real set format and I don't really know what to expect, so it'll be exciting for sure and I get to think on my feet. Plus I haven't gone up on a case against a public defender since the child death case so that'll be exciting. Happy with that. The day was over shortly after and I headed home, arriving around 6:25 so I started to get ready to go to PT immediately and ate some blueberries quickly before heading out for my 7 pm appointment. It did feel good to be back. The later time slots are always double booked it seems, so I ended up doing my exercises first (some of which hurt like a bitch because I hadn't done them in two weeks) then did the table session with my PT guy and some dry needling, and I felt like it was a good session. Came home, grabbed dinner, and turned on the justice league cartoon while on my computer doing various things like finally updating the company blog that had actually ran through its queue for the first time in like 2 years because of my neglect (whoops). There were actually some really good justice league episodes, including one where superman gets sent into the future where Vandal Savage took over the earth and consequently wound up killing off every other human being so he was all alone, so he ends up working with superman to send superman back in time to stop him from taking over the world. And I'm just like damn, why couldn't they have adapted that plot for Vandal on legends season 1??? It sounds like an infinitely more interesting villain plot than what we got (and we can still tie in Rip's family of course). So that was cool to see. And yeah, after a while I got ready for bed, and shortly before writing this post I got a Facebook message from a girl I had one class with in college a million years ago and haven't talked to in ages, because she posted a status the other day asking opinions on whether she should ask a homeless couple to move in with her and I was shocked to see all the horribly negative things people were saying, so I just commented "do it" and she wanted to let me know that she had and it had worked out wonderfully, and I was so happy to hear that because as I've said on here on many occasions it's an issue that's so close to my heart and stories like this can really help fight against the stigma against helping the homeless because people are scared or selfish. I won't go on about my feelings on the matter any more though, because I've already documented them in great length on here in past posts. But yeah, that was my day. Looking forward to court tomorrow and we'll see what else the day brings. Hopefully I'll get some good sleep, because I was noticeably tired throughout the morning unfortunately, though it did dissipate throughout the day. And yeah, that's it. Goodnight sweet things. Hope you had a lovely Tuesday.

#daily journal #June 2017