#the pies bother me lol

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

hmm i just realised that last post i made (the one about the school memory) would have been the type of thing that would suddenly cross my mind and then i'd tell my (now ex) all about it so then i could share the laughter with someone

#oh well lol #tant pis bitches #UGH i hate that i miss the nice things about that JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD ALREADY #how fucking annoying omlllll #i think i still think about it occasionally bc i feel they probably didn't even register me cutting ties with them #bc they seemed so emotionally dead/inept by the end #and that bothers me bc why should i be the one to feel everything all the time #i had to do all the feeling and emotion IN the situationship and now we don't talk and somehow i feel i'm STILL doing all the feeling #and emotional work #sometimes i feel like that entire thing just fucked me up so much and they never even realised how bad things had gotten #bc deep down they only ever cared about themself and nobody else #NO WONDER YOU COULDN'T EVER HAVE A RELATIONSHIP BITCH NO WONDER YOU KEPT LOSING FRIENDS BITCH #WHEN I'M NOT SAD OR INDIFFERENT ABOUT YOU I FUCKING HATE YOU #the ex diaries #ew i can't believe i have to use that tag again #roacc #i know i only miss the good memories i don't actually miss the person you became

[lala1267]

Wayamaya

- A hot summer day on the beach with your lover, Elvis Presley. (That's basically it, lol)

- Warnings: seductive behaviour??

(Probably some mistakes since I made this at 3 a.m., lol. And it's short and sweet.)

Driving in a pink Cadillac down to Wayamaya Bay. The radio was playing some of the most popular songs of the sweet 60s. Sun rays played in your soft, shiny hair as they seeped into your eyes, which are big like cherry pies

Elvis was driving. The windows rolled down to let the warm summer breeze in. His hair was a jet black and messy. The wind blew through his velvet hair as his blue eyes stayed focused on the road. Palm trees and hibiscus flowers decorated the sides of the dirt road as your car drove smoothly over the few rocks. Elvis turned to you, and his lips curled to form his iconic smirk

"Whatcha doin', baby? You ain't talkin' much"

He stated with his deep, southern drawl slipping from the tip of his tongue. You turned your eyes towards him, followed by your head. Your plush lips formed a smile as you looked into the depths of his bright blues.

"Oh, nothing. I just got distracted. All of these flowers are so pretty. You see 'em?"

You asked as your delicate finger pointed to the tropical flowers on the side of the road. Elvis's eyes followed your hand, and his eyes met with the exotic flowers. He chuckled before speaking again.

"Yeah, I see 'em. But they ain't as pretty as you, my pretty baby."

He chuckled and took one of his hands from the steering wheel, and placed it under your chin. You let out a soft giggle as you looked up at him.

"Oh, stop it. No need to make me blush."

He looked down at you before letting out a chuckle.

"Don't be like that, little one. You know you're a pretty baby. My pretty baby."

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks before answering him.

"I know, I know. Stop making me blush."

He smirked. His only goal was to make you blush until you were a tomato.

"Hmmm, I don't think ya do. Say it. Say that you're my pretty baby, go on."

You rolled your bambi eyes before giggling once more. When it comes to Elvis, you have to do what he says, or he'll just keep bothering you. You sighed and looked up at him while smiling.

"I'm your pretty baby. Happy now?"

He chuckled and carresed your cheek with his thumb.

"Very."

And with that, his eyes shifted back to the road ahead. The rest of the drive was peaceful and sweet. Your eyes seemed to drift towards him naturally. You couldn't help but admire him, crave him, and worship him. He was everything: a boyfriend, father, lover, friend, and very nearly God to you. He was the dream man for every young girl. But to you, he was your man. And you were his girl. His dolly.

Soon enough, Elvis parked the car near a beach. The sand was golden, and the sky was like heaven. It was almost like a Norman Rockwell painting. Elvis smiled at you before opening the car door and stepping out. You followed and mirrored his actions; stepping out of the car and walking down to the shore. Elvis wrapped his arm around your shoulder and looked down at you with a loving smile.

"So, baby, what do ya wanna do first? We can lay in the sand, and maybe kiss. Or we can go swimming. It's up to you."

You looked back up at him with complete admiration before replying.

"I would like to swim first. The water seems nice and it's pretty hot today."

He smiled and nodded his head

"Well, let's go. But wait."

You looked at him and raised a brow

"What?"

"Last one there is a rotten egg!"

He exclaimed before immediately sprinting towards the shore. He had always been rather childish around you. You just seemed to bring out his soft side. You watched him sprint. His long legs looked so toned and perfect. But he was very fast since he had a history with football. You knew that you didn't stand a chance, but yet again, you gave into his childish ways. You let out a giggle before running after him. The two of you ran like children after an ice cream van. After what felt like running a marathon, you reached the water shortly after him. You laughed and gasped for breath. Elvis turned to you and chuckled before walking over to you and grasping your delicate hands.

"You okay, baby? I didn't mean to get you all tired."

You caught your breath and looked up into his eyes while giggling.

"I'm okay. But damn, you can run like a cheetah."

He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, trying to smugly take your comment as a compliment before replying sarcastically.

"What can I say? I am pretty darn fast. Too bad your little legs can't compete."

He let out a chuckle. You rolled your doll-like eyes before playfully nudging him.

"Oh, shut up. My legs aren't that little."

You giggled. He smirked and eyed you up and down.

"Ya sure about that, hun? Last time I checked, you were only up to my shoulder."

You laughed before replying to his smug comment

"That's because you're like a giant. It's not every day that a girl gets to date a 6 foot tall rock star, you know."

Elvis chuckled once again before slapping your butt playfully.

"Enough with the silly talk. Let's get in the water already, baby."

The two of you stripped down to your swimming wear. You held hands as you both stepped into the marine blue water. Soon enough, the both of you were swimming swiftly in the water. Elvis had his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he gently and slowly swam around with you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ears and kissed you ever so gently. If he wasn't yours, you'd be jealous of his love. Just the feel of his touch sent electric shocks throughout your veins and into your golden heart.

After a long swimming session, both of you walked out of the water and onto the sand. Elvis sat down. You were about to do the same when he raised a hand in order to stop you.

"Nuh uh, you're gonna stay standing and put on a show for me."

"A show?"

"Yes, a show. A show for the camera so that I can save these memories."

You smiled as you watched him pull out a Polaroid camera from the beach bag that the both of you had packed previously. He pointed it towards you and looked through the lense. You giggled and smiled sweetly as the breeze blew through your hair.

"I'll put on a show for you, alright."

You smiled before doing a few cartwheels and twirls. He watched you like a father watched his daughter. He always had a smile on his face whenever he was admiring you.

"That's good and all, but I want a show. Not a circus performance."

He followed his statement with a suggestive smirk, heavily implying for you to do some provocative things while he filmed you. You instantly knew what he was talking about. You smirked and began to move your hips a little and play with the straps of your bikini. The way your body moved pulled him into a sort of love spell. Golden sand between your toes, your hair blowing in the breeze, your body moving seductively as he watched. You were like an old movie star who was blessed with beauty and grace. You couldn't help but break into laughter as you saw the look of awe on his face. He began to laugh, too.

"How do you expect me to stay serious when you're sat there basically drooling?"

You asked while still laughing. He looked up at you and smiled.

"I can't help it, baby. You just make me so hot. You're perfect."

The rest of your day was spent with him; having fun on the beach and falling more into the concept of true love.

(Okay, this was really short and shitty. But I'll try to stay more active!).

#elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #lana del rey #fanfic #fan fic writing #60s elvis #tumblr fyp #60s couples #wayamaya #summer

[fbj723]

"mini" rant abt bp, dont mind me

tbh what bothers me most abt bp isnt even the pricing, its how its set up as a whole

like, lets look at examples from pgr and pnc, the main 2 gachas i maintain

first up, pnc

the 1st img just shows what you get from bp, that being 2 options:

option 1 ($9.99): you get a skin of a certain char that changes every month + a bunch of currency for banners and just general materials

option 2 ($14.99): everything from option 1 + exclusive decorative items like a profile frame or background to customize your profile, all those decorative items are themed around the char skin you also get

youre not forced to get option 1 to get option 2, option 2 automatically gives you everything from option 1

the 2nd img is how you increase bp level. "but its just the dailies and weeklies tabs" you might be wondering (or not idk lol), but thats exactly it. you increase bp lvl by simply playing the game like you normally would any other day, no additional tasks outside of that

now lets take a look at pgr, which has a different formatting of bp but the concepts relatively the same

just like w pnc, you have 2 options, but this time, these options are completely unrelated from each other

option 1 (30 rc or $5.99): lets you get mats and gacha currency for pets

option 2 (68 rc or $11.99): lets you get a weap skin, gacha currency, and other general mats for chars

the actual $ prices for these options give you extra rc, idk just wanted to point that out lol

again, you are not forced to get option 1 to get option 2 or vice versa. this bp system lets you pick which option you want to buy as they both have completely different uses— you could even buy both if you wanted to

similar to pnc, the way you increase bp lvl is by playing the game like you normally would (i.e. doing your dailies and weeklies). the only addition to this is that theres also event missions, which are very achievable since most of the time the main requirement is to simply just play the events that are currently running during the patch

now lets look at bp in whb

as most of us know by now, you need to buy the advanced tier before getting the superior tier

ideally, we should be able to unlock the superior tier and automatically get everything from the advanced tier, but ig not :') we gotta spend $10+ on top of the $43 just for like 1 sig and general mats :')))

and to progress through bp, we would need to do a multitude of things outside of doing dailies/weeklies, ultimately struggling either due to lack of resources like not having enough tears or having the inability to progress through unholy board if either the ones incomplete rely on pies/insane amounts of tears or youre stuck on needing to get a char's sig

theres also the fact that logging in everyday is a requirement, and that you cannot progress to the next stage without completing the previous one. this would be detrimental to those who either join the game late or start on bp late, as youre essentially unable to progress bc of real time.

honestly an "easy" fix would just be to remove the login requirement, but i can kinda get why the requirement is there just so it forces players to at least log on and maybe play

another thing that irks me is that f2p users still need to "unlock" the advanced/superior rewards despite not even be able to collect those rewards. ideally the free and advanced/superior tiers should be displayed in seperate tiers so at least we can see whats obtainable for free and whats behind a paywall. f2ps shouldnt need to unlock the p2w stuff, they should just need to only unlock the free stuff

theres also the fact that whb's bp isn't like most bps in gachas. bp is generally a monthly thing, while whb has it every once in a while. maybe in the future it would become a monthly thing but rn its essentially a p2w event

now to address the elephant in the room, the prices. i cant compare whb's prices to pgr or pnc, as both pgr and pnc are made by big companies that have been doing this stuff for a while and pb consists of a mere fraction of that. also, pnc and pgr give skins aka cosmetics in bps, not whole chars. yes, pgr gives shards to help boost a char's ranks, but it isnt enough to straight up get the whole char through bp (ignoring bp shop). if i had more knowledge on how pb prices packs/bp/seals aside from it being lower than the usual gacha games in jp servers, mayb i could form a stronger opinion, but rn i cant say much without comparing prices to bigger companies.

theres also the fact that erolabs users have to pay $3-5 more than app store users. while to some that doesnt sound like a lot, im very much a 'every penny counts' kinda guy and $3-5 extra to pay compared to normal is a huge turn off for wanting to spend on this game

thankfully w this bp at least juno isnt dependent on needing specific l ranks (>looks at gabriel needing michael and raphael to work effectively), i just hope that it stays like that? as in, i hope the characters that show up in bp dont need to have other l ranks that are dependent on them

anyw rants over i just wanted to let that out my system 💀

#fbj rambles #whb

[narutocharacterpolls]

What do you think of Shikamaru?

Pie splat deserved

To actually get into it though I do have a rather up and down relationship with my feelings of Shikamaru. Overall I would have to say I do not like him, but my feelings for him have always bounced around.

In a positive light I really truly adore his fighting style, he genuinely has one of my favourites. His battles are always very entertaining to watch, and I enjoy how he works with his teammates. It’s lovely to watch Ino-Shika-Chou work together and fully rely on each other rather than believe that one in particular has to end up carrying the fight, or is undeniably more powerful. They truly are a team and they work together so seamlessly, I love it. Even Shikamarus battles on his own or with other people than his team are incredibly entertaining to me. I genuinely love his battle strategy and his analyzation during fights. I think he’s generally pretty cool.

HOWEVER my issues with him do overweigh what I like about him. He obviously is incredibly sexist which genuinely pisses me off. I also think he ends up getting rather annoying with his apathy towards most things, his “what a drag” phrase just ends up getting bothersome to me. I also have issues with how he treats Naruto, however I think most of my issues are with the fandom ignoring canon (the manga) and acting as if he is best friends with Naruto and has always been there for him, when he wasn’t, and actively contributed to Narutos mistreatment as a child. Another issue I have is something else that is rather tied to his fanbase which is the way they treat his revenge for Asumas death. I understand why he would want to kill Hidan/Kakuzu for killing his sensei, however he was not entirely justified in doing so. Asuma was on duty, and it was most genuinely a serious risk in his job that he was clearly willing to take. Shikamaru was on his way to get back at the two without village permission until the very last second.. He was not supposed to go because it was so clearly just a part of Asumas job that had to be accepted, and a properly planned way to take out the Akatsuki had to be developed before action. The only reason he got support was because Tsunade and Kakashi understood that whether he was aided or not he was going to leave whether it meant becoming a rogue ninja or not, they did not want to lose Ino-Shika-Chou, plus they did want to get rid of the Akatsuki which is why they sent him with Kakashi and various support. The Akatsuki certainly would have been handled in a different manner had he not been persistent on leaving. Now I don’t blame him for this, however what ends up bothering me is not particularly him, but his fanbase. I’ve often seen Shikamaru fans praise him and talk of how justified he was for avenging Asuma (again, a man who knew the risk and was on duty), yet will also hold the opinion that Sasuke was not justified in killing Danzou or wanting revolution against Konoha. Someone whose actions and thoughts are absolutely justified to the core, and is right about everything he criticizes about Konoha. Do I understand why Shikamaru wanted to kill Hidan and Kakuzu? Absolutely. Was it justified? Mmmm not particularly. So it really just bugs me the way the fanbase will treat Shikamarus revenge vs Sasukes revenge. There are certainly issues I have with his actual character which made me not like him (heavy emphasis on the sexism), but interacting with his fanbase made me dislike him even more, sorry. Although I understand some of his appeal, which is why I said I had originally really gone back and forth on my feelings for him a lot.

Plus I genuinely think he would understand being pied, he’d just think it was a drag and annoying. He’d probably get it though. LOL.

#full thoughts under the cut #anti shikamaru #anti shikamaru fandom #asks #anon #id in alt text

[mezmer]

Idk why my mom has always had this pet peeve, eating anything I cook. Even perfect cookies, cakes, pies. She will lie and tell me it was good, say she wasn’t hungry. I’m not this terrible cook or baker? I’ve chalked it up to being an issue she has with me. I don’t want to do that to my daughter. She cooks a steak well done, I’m gnawing my way through that shit. What a waste otherwise. Last time I saw my mom on Christmas, she was drunk by 2pm. Never been a drinker in years past….My brother came with me and they were all taking turns playing songs on YouTube. I didn’t want to be a bother so I let them have fun. My moms boyfriend She Met On Tinder drunkenly puts a hand on my shoulder and says Maddie why don’t you play something YOU like. I told him: my mom is just going to say “what the fuck is this? Put on destiny’s child!!”

I wasn’t being negative lol, she was. And that’s okay. I’ve accepted this, it’s my mom. I don’t like it by any means, but it’s a bandaid for her to rip off, not me. I tried to confide in my MIL about this without dogging my mom as a person. Just that it’s disappointing and it used to affect my ability to connect with women. My MIL blamed my addiction causing a rift between us! Fine. So I make amends right? I wish everyone would just line up to receive my amends.

Well, my mom always says I’m a mix of my dad and her mother. The people she claims damaged her the most… what have I really done to my mom? Only wanted her love, only wanted connection. It’s really not that bad though. It’s just those little things that get to me. And it could be worse. She still messages me that she loves me and I know she’s proud of me. Just weird as Fuck to me she gets drunk and starts hugging my brother and crying: you were my first! You are my little boy always! Ok yes. You play favorites and that’s something you can’t control as a mother when the love is just too strong

#Youtube

[mixelation]

I always love how you manage to stick ‘working in a lab’ references into your fics and posts, and as a bio student trying to figure out wtf I’m going to do after college, may I please ask what it’s like to work in one, whether at school or elsewhere? Thank you!

P.S. I love your fics, omg. Tori is the chaotic little shit I dream of being in my everyday life (though preferably without the psychotic ninjas that could, and would, kill me. Even if that builds character lol). You make every character HILARIOUS and awesome to read. And I would def read that Tobirama fic if you ever released it, love how she is falling in love cause he’s hot and cool and her soulmate while he’s like ‘omg finally another semi-logical human being within all this b.s.’. And you know what, both completely valid, I also want a hot and awesome person who is also (mostly) well-versed in logic 🥲😂.

Hmmm I'd ay working in labs can be a really variable experience! For academic labs, they're usually set up in a way where you're just in one little group of people so lab culture becomes really important. In the lab where I worked as the lab manager, everyone mostly stuck to a strict 9-to-5 schedule with not a lot of socializing, but the lab I'm in now is more chaotic with people fitting their schedules to whatever else they have going on and we try to plan more social outings.

What you actually do in lab can vary a lot too. I've always been in a position where I do a shit ton of different tasks over the course of a week (including boring stuff no one talks about like making new reagents, or quizzing everyone on what supplies they're going to use this month so I can tell the PI what I think we should order because I never fully turned off lab manager brain), but some people end up doing literally just the same thing over and over. Like if you're really good at one type of assay a lab runs a lot? You might just get put in charge of doing it for everyone's experiments, or you might have your own experiment that literally just that assay fifteen times. It really depends on the structure of the lab.

In my previous job, I did a lot of taking over experiments for short amounts of time while we recruited a new student or someone took time off, and I did a lot of prep for experiments and follow-up assays (because I was the only one who knew how to use this one machine LMAO) and never had my own project, which was kind of frustrating but ALSO I never felt super bothered when experiments didn't work. Now I do have my own projects that I run, which I like, but I feel a lot more pressure to make those project succeed. If you go into a lab as an undergraduate, you'll probably start off helping someone on a project (and doing a lot of grunt work, like autoclaving trash lol) and then get more and more independent. Depending on how that goes and what you and your PI feel is best for you, independence might mean getting your own project, or it might mean you continue on in a similar role but now you're allowed to do more and more things unsupervised.

I like lab work a lot! I get to switch up my schedule a lot, so there's not a lot of monotony across the weeks, but I will add the caveat that a lot of bench work is really, really boring. There's a lot of repetitive tasks that are just "pipet a tiny amount of liquid into another liquid; repeat and repeat and repeat." There are a lot of tasks that are technically challenging. There's a pretty bad culture of bad work-life balance (my boss is super chill with me taking random time off, but I go in on a weekends a LOT). In research, you have to get used to and comfortable with failure, because for every successful experiment there are tons of failed ones. Yes, even if you're a super smart and high achieving student-- you will mess up, you will have everything fail, and you have to just clean it up, restrategize, and keep going. The upside is that you get to figure out cool things that no one knew before......!

#also thank you!!! #one day i will finish the tobirama fic...... one day.....!!!!

[theerrorofmylife]

Crime Fighter

Another Battinson fic, this one’s probably one of my favorites, my beta reader loved it so. Little bit of a spin off, lots of tension, possibly a spicy part 2 if I’m feeling it lol. Please enjoy!!

- Error

       Gotham, the city of crime. City of treachery. City of ‘do whatever you want because literally nothing can stop you.’ Or at least that’s what it was 8 months ago. Nowadays, it’s the city of fear, fear of the unknown, fear for your life if you ever did anything wrong. I can’t remember a time when the streets were crowded at night like they are these days, people were no longer afraid to walk the streets even on a night like New Years. Among the crowds, surrounded by alcohol and parties, I was there. Something of an observer, a silent watcher, where Bats was all threat and right-swings, I took a more… laid back approach. I was helping the GCPD anonymously, being something of a PI on the level of urban legend until he showed up. All big black armor suits and blood-covered knuckles. I let him fight, not because I didn’t want to fight, but because I know he needed to. My goal wasn’t to clean up the city, it was to save the people who live here; there’s a difference. But tonight, of all nights, I got to have a little fun, I got to relax, or at least I thought I did.

“You two… follow me.” Gordon led us into a small apartment complex. Walking in, my near soundless footsteps were completely blocked out by the man stomping behind me. My hood was pulled up all the way to shade my eyes and the half-mask was pulled up over my nose and mouth. Dark kohl was painted over my eyes to create some distortion on my features. Behind me, the Batman towered. For the past 2 years I can’t remember a time when he wasn’t skulking around the same crime scenes as me, lurking in the dark while I investigated. And I can’t remember a time when I minded, I can’t recall whether I was ever bothered by his arrival or if I had always been fine with him existing in a world that used to be only for me. Looking around the apartment, it looked clean, like professionally cleaned. Crouching low to the ground, I could hear Bats walking around me as I breathed deep.

“Bleach. Professional clean-up?” I looked up at the man. He was so tall and so scary and so… hot. It was hot, sorry not sorry, but the big scary man was attractive to say the least. He was at least 6 feet, towering over me as I knelt on the floor, and it seemed like the shadows made it all the better. Days into meeting him I knew I was in trouble, his presence was stunning and terrifying and incredibly attractive, but he didn’t know me beyond the hood, and I didn’t know him beyond the mask. We were nothing more than work buddies who didn’t go out for drinks or exchange birthday cards. Which was totally fine, because I needed to protect people. And he needed to clean up Gotham from the roots. If our goals were ever achieved, I wouldn’t see him again. And that was… fine. Totally not upset over not being able to see him without the armor.

“Most likely. But who hired them?” His voice, it was deep, scratchy, and no one else would know but I could tell it was a bit forced. I liked it.

“Not Riddler, or Joker, they don’t care enough to clean up their mess. Someone who didn’t want people to know, someone with a reputation…” We both knew who it was, it was like he could read my mind at this point, but I was no closer to cracking his. I almost hated it, not being able to see into his mind like he could mine. But then again, I liked that the way he looked at me when he did. This little glint in his eyes, a hint of a smile, as if I was his favorite book laying open on the table.

“Someone like Penguin.” I nodded and before I stood fully, he was gone. The Shadow in the Night just left me here… prick. Getting up, I nodded to Gordon who walked over to me.

“So?”

“Bats and I are going clubbing… The Iceberg Lounge is especially nice, but I hear the 44 Below is better.” With that I left, moving deftly through the crowds of cops and forensic people. I would have to catch up.

~

I managed to get there before Bats had beaten everyone to death. It wasn’t a pretty scene but one I was used to. Unconscious bodies littered the entryway, bullet shells on the carpet, and a continuing fight could be heard in the distance.

“BATS.” I ran in. I couldn’t care less about the people in my way, they were criminals and Bats had already taken care of them, but we needed Penguin unscathed for questioning. I can’t let this slip through. When I got there, he was standing by a closed set of double doors, big and painted gold. His strong arms were crossed, and he was facing in my direction, leaning against the door. It was so, so attractive, and so, so distracting.

“You came.”

“You waited for me?”

“Of course.”

“Of course.” Of course. Of course, of course, of course. Of course he waited, of course I would make every effort just to be by his side, of course I broke 12 traffic laws and at least 2 federal laws just to make a 45 minute drive 15 minutes. He kicked open the door and we walked inside to see Penguin and two more men, all holding guns. It was quick, shots firing and ricocheting off the walls and one nearly clipped my ear if not for the fact that I dropped to the floor. Hands on the floor, my left leg stretched out to the side with my right bent under to support myself, I looked up to see Bats not even flinching. The bullets bounced off his armor and I watched as he quickly marched up and took the gun from one of the men. He broke it over his knee, snapped in half, and I nearly lost focus as my eyes were drawn to his thighs. Thick, beautiful, wonderfully ridable thighs. Fuck, focus. Ducking under his arms, I popped up in front of the second man and swung right for his nose while bats reached around and pulled the gun out of his hands. The men fell to the sides and Penguin was left alone, shaking in the corner with a tiny pistol clattering in his grip. I almost feel bad…. No, no I don’t haha. I unclipped the handcuffs from Bats, and I felt Bat’s whole body freeze, the cuffs hanging low on his belt. Bats damn near tore penguin out of the room after I cuffed him. Stopping at the door, he looked back at me, shoulders tense.

“Staying?” I looked up at his eyes, the blue glinting like neon. I could stare at those for hours; I don’t even care how stupid that sounds.

“Yeah, I’ll just uh…” I unclipped my camera from my belt and waved it by my head, mutely offering it as an explanation. He nodded and left with Penguin, and I was alone with two unconscious thugs and a shit ton of evidence that Bat’s and I would need later. Clicking open the camera, I fixed the flash setting before starting at the left side of the room and moving my way across. Files on dozens of people, roughly half a dozen on other mob bosses, boxes stacked on boxes of guns and ammunition. I took particular interest on the guns, making sure to add type and count on the back of each photo as well as a rough count of the ammunition. It took me about an hour to get everything really important before I heard the GCPD forensics team show up. I didn’t really want to get into it with them again (yes, I got caught at a crime scene once by them and I nearly got hit with a solid pelican 1120) so I headed out, grabbing the box of files before I left. I strapped the box to the back of my bike, praying the rain wouldn’t ruin any of the papers before I could get home. It always rained in Gotham, it was like a plague that lingered, as if the sky thought it could cleanse the city every day, never realizing it was futile. My bike slipped in and out of traffic, dodging cars and trucks, until I couldn’t go any farther without being knee deep in water. I left my bike, climbing up the side of a building and making my way across the rooftops, box tucked under my arm. It would be hours before I saw Bat’s again.

~

I sat back in my chair; my suit thrown to the side on the floor. A chill had set up my arms, my sleeveless shirt doing its job in cooling me down after I left the lounge. My computer glowed in the dark of my room as it loaded the pictures from my memory card. I had lived here for years now, in a tiny one room on the lower east side. Ever since Riddler flooded the streets, most of the lower areas were lost as well as all the areas by the docks. I was lucky, it was high enough that the water didn’t touch the flat and the window wasn’t too jammed, so it was prime vigilante real estate. I heard the window open, and I didn’t bother to turn around. Bats had seen me out of costume before, purely by accident but since then I hadn’t bothered to wear it off the job. If he saw me, he didn’t make a scene of it. At least, not in front of me.

“What did you find?”

“It’s like he was preparing for a war, B. He’s got dozens upon dozens of files, on people and bosses all over the city. Guns, ammo, worse, it’s all here.” I pulled up what pictures I did have rendered. I really didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. All of this looked like-

“A gang war.”

“Fuck.”

“Hey-”

“I know I know. But B, a gang war. We can’t have that right now, not with half the city flooded, not with the coast guard trying to fix things. We’ve already had enough issues with Riddler, and before that…” Our first case, the Joker… if this were a gang war, it could shred whatever remains of this city. “B… what do we do?” He stood still for a few seconds, eyes darting over my photo folder. Then darting over me, and I never felt more exposed.

“Which file folder is the largest?” I stared at the folder, thinking. Technically, they were all pretty thick but only one was truly overflowing. I pushed my rolling chair across the room and launched my way over to the file box. I pulled out the two-inch-thick file. He held the pages in the light of my computer, the white and blue light glowing over his armor and spilling onto the folder.

“Fish Mooney.” He held it for a second before flipping through it, stopping at certain pages with annotations and sticky notes. Pictures were taped and clipped onto certain pages, bright marker circling her face and specific places she was seen walking into. It was extreme and entirely unlike Penguin. He wasn’t the kind of person to annotate things or have things annotated.

“There’s notes in here.”

“Penguin definitely didn’t make these files. He had help, and I have a guess as to who.” In the far corners of the pages, little question marks were doodled and scribbled.

“How did Penguin get his help with these? He’s in Arkham, Penguin of all people wouldn’t be able to see him.”

“Wanna pay your old admirer a visit?”

“Not funny.” But I heard the smile in his voice.

“Only way to know for certain what Penguin wants with Fish is to ask the source of all his knowledge. If Riddler is involved in a gang war, I doubt he will pass up the chance to brag. Especially to us.” I slowly climbed out of my chair and walked over to grab my suit from the floor. I felt his eyes following me as I walked across the room.

The air was cold as we rode to Arkham, rain and wind beating against our helmets, bikes side by side on the dark streets. Times like this I forgot Bats was the Batman, in my head he was just a person, a person I shared bike rides with, offered coffee to, did my job with. He wasn’t a vigilante; he was my partner. Which was fine. Pulling up to the old asylum, the flood lights above nearly blinding me. The Batman and I stepped into the visitor’s center.

“S-sir!” The little guy at the front desk sputtered out, waving his superior over. A burly man with a hefty ring of keys on his belt came over.

“Batman and Co. Come on in,” He waved us past the desk and into the hallway where gates upon gates were opened and closed behind us. “Who are you two here for?”

“Riddler.” Was all the mountain of a man in front of me mumbled.

“Riddler? I thought you guys were done with him after he blew up half the city.”

“I wish,” I muttered and ducked ahead of Bats. “We’d really appreciate seeing him privately if that’s alright.”

“Sure, we’ll have someone outside the door in case you need help.” He reassured us. I found it unnecessary, but Bats nodded.

“Thank you, Mr. …?”

“Conroy. Albert Conroy.” He radioed for Riddler to be moved to a remote conference room. Walking down the halls, I felt eyes on me. Eyes I recognized.

“B… He knows we’re here.” I saw him nod out of the corner of my eyes before we were escorted into the dark-lit conference room. Riddler sat on the other side of the table, hands cuffed, glasses cracked, and honestly, he looked pretty pathetic. “We’ll be ok from here, Mr. Conroy. Thank you.” The man left, and Bats immediately walked up to the table, throwing Fish Mooney’s file onto the table.

“What did you do, Ed? How’d you get involved with Penguin?” watching Bats, I leaned back against the wall.

“Oh, I didn’t do much. Hello, Darling, lovely to see you again.” I waved but couldn’t find it in me to respond more than that. Bats stepped in front of me, covering his view.

“Edward, focus, why did you help Penguin? We know you did,” He opened up the file to point to the many little question mark scribbles at the corners. “We just want to know what he’s planning.”

“I bring peace but only at the cost of another’s life. What am I?” He bounced a little, enthusiastically.

“War. Ed, what does he want with Fish?”

“Swimming, jumping, diving, flying, the little fish can go anywhere; until the hungry penguin eats it up.”

“So, it is a turf war? Shit!” I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

“Such vulgar language, something so sweet shouldn’t talk like that.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fair. If Penguin has been caught, then all has been lost; but there are many members in a penguin’s huddler, you must be quick before the cities in rubble.” He just kept sputtering out… lots of words. I was starting to get a headache.

“He has a partner?”

“Thread, field, bird, fear; Standing proud, cowering alone, invading your mind, I look for my home.” My. God. Make. It. Stop.

“Scarecrow… fuck. Well, thanks Eddie, this has been enlightening, really. B, can we go?” He grunted and nodded, heading for the door. Just as he got the door open Edward started damn near screaming at us.

“I grew up from a seed, as tough as a weed. But in a mansion, in a slum, I'll never know where I come from. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about him. About Bruce Wayne. I’ll finish what we started, what we three started!” B pulled me out of the room harshly as guards pushed past us to remove Ed. I could remember the Riddler incident vividly, even though it had been two months ago. Halloween and the days that followed… What was with this city and ruining holidays?

“Don’t think about that last riddle too much. Now that we know Scarecrow is involved, we know the baseline of the turf war. It’s more likely that he’s operating out of his old lab. We can send GCPD over and clear him out.”

“You don’t want to go over and deal with it? I thought you would be all-for kicking Scarecrow’s ass.”

“Not tonight.” What else could he have going on? Maybe his real life, his own little piece of normal that I so desperately wanted to be a part of.

“Weird.” I didn’t have the energy to think too far into his motives, so I walked off. My head was still pounding. I was always prone to migraines, with little forewarning when they hit, and of course I had pills to combat them but there was no way I would have some on me in this suit. I just needed to get back to the apartment. Sluggishly, I tried to climb on my bike only to sway once I sat down.

“Hey,” he caught up with me and grabbed my arm to steady me, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“My head…” It hurt to keep my eyes open, the flood lights blinding me. I heard his movement, the rip of the zipper as he reached into a pocket somewhere on his pants. There was more movement, jostling behind me in what I could only guess was my bag on the back of my bike, and quickly two pills and a water bottle were being placed in my hands.

“Hey,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “Take these.” Suddenly it became infinitely darker, and I was finally able to look up. He had his back to the flood lights, his chest against my shoulder to steady me, blocking the light. Still sitting on the bike, I tossed back the pills quickly, desperate for the pain to stop. “C’mon, you’re riding with me. I already messaged Gordon to come get your bike. You’re not going home by yourself like this.”

“But I can-”

“It’s not worth the risk.” I couldn’t argue with him, not when the hurt had yet to go away, and my energy was waning. He was right anyways, on a bike at night when I could barely open my eyes? Even a vigilante wouldn’t stand a chance. With hands far gentler than one would anticipate from a 6”1 mass of terror, he pulled me from the bike and led me to his, sitting down first and then allowing me to slide on behind him. He passed me my helmet and while I was pushing my hood and mask down, he also pulled his helmet on over the cowl.

“Put your hands here.” He took my hand and placed it on abdomen above his waist and I wrapped my arms around him, leaning against his back in a slow, clearly exhausted motion, and tried my best to remain conscious until he began to drive off. The jostle of the road irritated my head, but if I closed my eyes and just leaned into him, it wasn’t that bad. Peaceful in fact. I wonder if this is what it’s like, to be normal. When your head isn’t filled with crime scene data, or potential uprisings, or concern for citywide safety. Is this what normal people do when they’re with someone they love? I was fine with not being normal, usually. It wasn’t a big deal if I never had a normal relationship, or got a pet, or had a steady job that didn’t involve taking pictures of gun, drugs, and dead bodies. But now, with my chest against his back, helmet side pressed against his shoulder blades, I couldn’t shake the horrible, sad truth that I desperately wanted a little piece of normal. And I wanted that to be him. I felt like an idiot but an honest one at least. I wanted to be normal with Batman, or whoever he really was. I wanted the closeness without the armor. I wanted to see him without armor- it’s not a necessity, just that I’d drop to my knees in seconds with zero dignity for this man. I closed my eyes, trying to muddle the idea with lesser, more trivial thoughts.

I wasn’t paying attention, and soon we were in the northern part of the city, the tall corporate buildings lighting the streets and the cars around us with neon. When I finally opened my eyes, he was tapping my leg, telling me to hold on tightly. He fucking drove us down a set of stairs, this madman. When he pulled to a stop, we were in an underground train station, filled with computers, tables covered in metal scraps, and in the back, what looked to be a car covered by a tarp.

“Where are we?” He helped me off the bike, the lights no longer bothering me so much I couldn’t open my eyes.

“This is my… place… don’t have a name for it yet.”

“Oh my god,” he looked over and I smiled so wide and stupidly. “You have a bat cave.” I put heavy emphasis on the word ‘bat’ and almost laughed if not for the tiny smile I saw from beneath the mask. It stunned me. At times like these, what I wouldn’t give to see what his full smile looked like, without the shadow of the batman cowl over it. Perhaps I was simple minded for thinking it so stunning, or perhaps he simply was so stunning. Either way, what bliss.

“C’mon, there’s a guest room upstairs you can use, you need rest.” Suddenly, like fog had dissipated, I started to have a clear line of thinking.

“Wait, B!” He paused by the elevator doors, turning to look at me with a sharp look of expectancy, “My meds, they’re prescription, special order. How did you have them?”

“I have my ways. When we first started working together, I may have… looked into you. Nothing too personal, but I needed to know if I could trust you, what to do if something happened to you. Found your medical records, got the prescription just in case.” He seemed almost guilty, but at the same time not. As if doing so had been a troubling necessity, and that in the end it was all for the best. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do the exact same, or at least I tried to. Mostly police reports involving him, news pieces, eyewitness statements. I wanted to know if his rage was reliable or… unstable.

“I tried to do the same… turns out that’s hard to do if you’ve never seen the other person.” I let out a nervous laugh, eager for the guilt-ridden tension to disperse. He huffed and when I looked up, there was a tiny grin again. Relief set in and I entered the elevator with him. It was a nice-looking elevator, stainless steel with dark mahogany wood trim. Expensive. Whoever B was, he or his close friends were rich. 27 floors later, we stepped out at a huge apartment, covered in ancient gothic architecture and floor to ceiling windows that looked over Gotham. Ok, so, B was rich rich.

“This way.” He began leading me down the right hallway, but something caught my eye. Mail, sitting on a stool by the elevator, addressed to none-other than Bruce Wayne.

“Holy shit.” I breathed in near disbelief. B was friends with Bruce.

“What- are you snooping here of all places?!” I could tell he wasn’t nearly as offended as he sounded.

“Sorry, not on purpose I swear. I just saw it and… Bruce Wayne? Are you his friend or business partner?”

“Neither. You know him?” He sounded… tense now, as if this was a gateway conversation to a much larger topic. I wouldn’t ask if he didn’t want me to, but maybe this was close to finding out who he really was.

“No… I mean, not really, I almost did a case on him 2 years ago, some embezzlement thing or whatever.”

“And?”

“And nothing. Turns out, not only is he clean, but he’s also a big softy. The money wasn’t being stolen, it was being donated, it just wasn’t being documented properly. Thousands of dollars, supplies, and aid, and a few typos almost launched a full-blown police investigation. He’s a good guy, an honest one.” Walking past him, I looked into the room to see the same gothic architecture, a large four post queen sized bed against the left wall and a beautiful Victorian vanity on the right. Dead ahead, floor to ceiling windows covered the back wall with large, heavy looking drapes hung at each end. “This is beautiful B.”

“Mm. Then it’s yours from now on. Whenever you need to be somewhere else, if something goes wrong, if you just don’t want to be alone… you can come here.” My head snapped towards him, and I nearly leapt in the air at how close he was. If I had stepped back my back would have been against his chest.

“B, are you sure? What about Bruce? Would he mind?” That grin came back, stronger than ever, and thank god it was dark because I felt my face go hot. His hand fit on my cheek, just above my jaw, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I think he would love you.”

#batman #Battison #battinson #robert pattinson #batman 2022 #xreader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #reader insert #gender neutral reader #fluff as fuck #adorable #Gotham #goodluckyou'regonnaneedit

[gothamsfinestdummy]

Okay, it’s time to rant about Last Knight on Earth.

I’m gonna talk about my favorite moments from this story and include some notable things that I believe are really important. Let’s get started.

Spoilers for Last Knight on Earth under the cut, duh.

I first want to get this out of the way: Joker’s narration of the story.

I actually really find this aspect of LKOE super interesting. We get to somewhat peek into Joker’s thought bubbles and obtain some of his thoughts. But the thing is, Joker isn’t really a reliable narrator and that’s sort of common sense at this point. Especially if we apply his “multiple choice” point of view. Maybe that stuff doesn’t apply here? I dunno. Maybe it’s why this story is so confusing and hard to follow, lol

Here are some highlights that I really liked from his narration, such as:

(From Part Three: The Asylum): “I like to think he was thinking of me as he went, thinking of the old days, of family. But that’s selfishness. And I know better.”

(From Part Nine: P.O.W): “But then, after a while, we all started to relax, to believe. And it occurred to me… This was what it felt like on the other side of the divide. All those years I’d been the one who knew what was coming. Because something was always coming. The rain of acid pies. The tendrils of poison gas. Hssss…Hear that? The spring-loaded mallet clicking free. The razor-edged card hissing through the air. But just then, moving through the dark with my oldest enemy, I forgot all that. Even as the fighting started. I bought in. Watching him leap and punch and kick… I believed. I really did, despite everything, and I felt light as a bird fluttering in my jar.”

(From Part 10: The Doorway): “I laughed and turned to him, to tell him… tell him I had a new poem in mind, something profound (using minimal dirty words) about him, about everything… (maybe a moderate amount of dirty words)… But he was already looking ahead…

“… at the rocket door opening, and the boy in the alley. And right then, I knew. Knew that I’d already said what I needed to say.”

GOD. help this is going to make me sob

Gonna bang my head on the table, gimme a minute.

I also really want to point out Bruce and J’s dynamic here because it’s so good and has this strong air of fondness. And I adore that so much.

Joker isn’t villainous toward Bruce, just excited and chipper (and basks in screwing with him, which is really funny to me). Yeah, Batman snaps at him a couple of times, but that’s just how he is toward Joker (plus J was basically asking for it lmao).

When Bruce finds Joker stranded in the dessert, he doesn’t respond with hatred or aggression, he’s genuinely puzzled and (what I like to think is) concerned about Joker.

And Joker is ecstatic, full of pure joy that Batman really came back for him.

Just look how happy he is, jeez.

As I mentioned before, they just talk and I love that. Bruce actually bothers to tell Joker what he was dreaming about when asked.

But is then immediately cut off by “lmao, I actually don’t care. Can I be robin, pretty please, sweetie darling?”

Very great, I tell you. (More on the robin part later, by the way)

But more on their dynamic here, my FAVORITE PART about it is that they’re genuine and real with each other. For example, let’s take this part of the book:

This is just a tiny part, but it means so much to me.

Bruce is hesitant and vulnerable in front of Joker, who is encouraging him.

Jesus Christ, I love them so much.

While I wipe away my tears, let me shed some light on this.

When Bruce and Joker enter Omega’s batcave, they notice the disturbing collection of trophies, which are the costumes of those Omega has defeated.

And while inspecting these, Batman and Joker engage in another deep conversation.

BUT. What I really think is muy importante about this scene is THIS

JOKER LOOKS INTO HIS OWN REFLECTION AND SAYS “PEOPLE CHANGE.”

WHAT. IF THAT DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING, I DUNNO WHAT DOES.

The visuals of that panel really reinforce that statement too, I believe. Aside from the reflection, I mean, because yeah, that’s deliberate. But I’m talking about how part of his Robin suit is visible with him. I mean, yeah, that’s how reflections work, but part of me feels like there’s something deeper to that. I could be looking too deep into it.

And the fact that in the very next panel, Joker just sort of acts as if he never said that and doesn’t really bother to engage in the conversation anymore. His dialogue here gives off the vibe that he’s trying to avoid it all together.

Before I move on to the robin stuff, I need to present to you this next scene.

Joker and Bruce are then captured by Omega, who pretty much just straps Bruce to a chair and breaks the news that he’s gonna rewrite his mind to become his soldier.

Yikes.

But then, Joker screams that he would kill Omega for that (which, wow, that’s really powerful, I think), but what is EXTRA great is that when Joker gets it handed to him, Bruce pleads for Omega to leave him alone.

I’M SOBBING.

They love each other so much, I literally cannot.

Before I reach for the gazillionth tissue, let me just slap this here because this is great I think:

ALSO NOTICE HOW JOKER’S PUPILS AREN’T THOSE SMALL POINTS OF HATRED.

It’s apparent here, too:

Okay. Finally. Lemme talk about the Robin thing.

I already discussed this before on here (it was on a reblog), so I’ll just paste what I said.

Good food, indeed, past me.

Okay, that was a long one. Very sorry about that. I just had to compile my thoughts into an incoherent, jumbled mess. Thank you, lol. I promise I’m better at this, my brain is just fried right now.

If you want me to do more of these or hear my thoughts on certain things, you can always send me an ask!

#batman #the joker #batjokes #last knight on earth #analysis #i need to lay down #Eggbart loses their mind over a comic

[mielkexnn-miraculous]

M. Dupain-Cheng (aka Ladybug) Headcanons <3

Honestly she’s just a lil clumsy dummy and I love her lol. Nothing more to say, just that.

She used to do ballet when she was little. She was in the same class as Chloé (and Adrien). She used to make fun of her for being clumsy however, and this transferred over into academic school.

She really likes tea. Jasmine’s her favorite.

She also really likes gardening; she hangs out at a garden top building she knows a lot.

I retcon that a lot of the plants she has growing on her roof are actually herbs and stuff.

Lots and lots of basil.

She knows flower language and has a few books on it.

She rlly loves candles but barely ever lights them so she’s got this huge assortment of brand new candles sitting around in her room.

Tbh she does this a lot.

She has a huge collection of stationary that she never uses. She just has to get them when she sees them.

She has gel pens and post-it’s and stickers galore. It can’t be constituted but she does.

Also doesn’t really color traditionally often; she just does a lot of sketching and drawing in pen and pencil for the most part.

On the other hand, she’s an expert at digital color.

Did y’all see the Jagged Stone album??

Her parents didn’t let her have a sewing machine until she was like 12 bc yikes automated sharp thing.

Thus, she’s rlly good at sewing by hand.

There was a long period however where nearly all of her fingers were constantly covered in bandaids bc she kept sticking herself; she could have just used thimbles but honestly they just made it rlly hard.

At one point she figured out that preliminarily putting on bandaids prevented any sort of actual hurt and she began to do so, replacing the ones that had fallen off each time she went to sew again.

She’ll stick her tongue out when she’s concentrated on drawing or will make the facial expression she’s trying to portray.

Really good at pretty much anything creative that she tries her hand at. Drawing? Great. Fashion? The best. Jewelry making? Like a pro.

She uses mascara and gets into using different colors like pink n stuff.

Eyeliner that could kill a man.

She still has all of her old stuffed animals bc she was too attached to them to give them away.

She doesn’t really listen to rap music too much but she can rap rlly rlly fast which is a surprise given how much she stutters n stuff.

She can wrap the entirety of fergalicious on request.

Both of her parents unironically listen to bring me to life by evanescence and it’s subtlely driving her insane.

She’s French, Italian, and Chinese, but is like 4% aware of her own cultures.

Like, she’s not entirely French but she has no idea what’s going on in the Italian and Chinese scenes rn?? The cultural identity crisis is real lmao.

Also she calls it “patsa”. She couldn’t pronounce it as a kid for some reason and never bothered to stop. Her parents think it’s funny.

Also also Marinette is the daughter of the best baker in Paris but she’d give an arm and a leg for Little Debbie’s cakes and Hostess snacks (like zebra cakes and cosmic brownies and cherry pies and marshmallow/cream filled crap).

She eats a lot of them as of becoming ladybug bc she can afford to tbh.

Her parents chalk it up to puberty + the runs she’s been going on lately.

Hint: the runs are to cover up how she’s actually getting as fit as she is.

Sometimes Forgets to Hide her Strength and will Pick Up people or Heavy Things.

Adrien would be embarrassed to admit that he actually liked it when Marinette Carried him once.

The class secretly shares photos of her Forgetting and Picking Up.

Also, after becoming Ladybug, for some reason, flowers and plants seem to be a lot easier to care for now.

She could forget to water her basil for a week and it’s still as big and bright as ever??

This bouquet should have wilted two weeks ago?? Cut flowers literally never last this long??

Those weren’t supposed to bloom for another two weeks?? Those weren’t supposed to bloom at all??

She’s basically her own little cell tower too. Need a better connection? Go stand by Marinette.

Flexibility is insane. Also reflexes.

If you catch her by surprise, you will be thrown.

Marinette will literally talk shit abt Chat Noir and then someone will simply agree with a lil mhm or a yeah and she’ll turn around and give dozens of counterpoints to what she was just saying two seconds ago and absolutely go for the throat and slaughter them for ever even thinking about saying anything bad about Chat Noir like that like the audacity.

She keeps all the flowers he gives her as Ladybug and presses them and puts them in this giant, heavy ahh archaic lookin book she has lying around.

Tbh even she doesn’t know where it came from but yk, flowers :)

No but actually she doesn’t question it nearly as much as she should.

Or at all. Marinette what is that thing.

We all know that she thinks of her role as Ladybug and her powers as a responsibility more so than an escape like Adrien does, but I like to think that at some point (maybe after the Santa Claws incident?), she loosens up about it and begins to understand Chat’s pov on the miraculous. Obviously, she still thinks of it as something not for personal use, but she’s more open to wandering.

Sometimes when she can’t sleep (particularly because of superhero-related stress), she’ll sneak out to find a nice place to sit and look out on the city, letting the drowned-out ambience lull her to sleep.

Sometimes on cold nights, she’ll bring a blanket or a jacket or something. She also likes bringing her sketchbook.

She’s more than once awoken to the sun on her face, on the roof of a building after accidentally dozing off and had to rush home.

We love her 💞💞 ok that’s it, bye.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #headcanons #marinette dupain cheng headcanons #ladybug headcanons #also the pigtails are adorable #i can see her color coordinating her hair ties with her outfit #which is to say they’re pink like 80% of the time #i feel like she’d also look really cute with braid yk? #also abt her parents listening to bring me to life #i think the first time sabine heard it she was a little bit taken aback #and then tom heard it too and he was all #isn’t this what marinette listens to? #and her mom is like #oh you’re right #and then she kinda laughs and they both start jamming out to it #and both of them are in the kitchen testing a new recipe while marinette is sitting on the couch watching tv one day #and the song comes on and they both start gently head banging and mouthing the words and singing into their spatulas and playing air drums #and marinette is just sitting there watching them #absolutely mortified #also i feel like marinette can’t really head bang that hard bc it’ll give her a headache #not me projecting #also also i headcanon that she has to be really careful eating filled donuts #like jelly and boston cream donuts and what not #because she has a history of biting into the end opposite of the hole #and having everything squeeze out the other end and either end up on her shirt or all over the floor #ok that’s it for real this time

[artforinfinity]

Hello great wizard do you have any tips on how to draw pies and cakes (<- what kind of cake hounds does this creature want to draw?)

Ok I have been waiting for this from seeing some of the tags people have left lmao

This is gonna be a long one

Ok first: reference

My first attempt used this reference

THAT WAS A BAD IDEA LMAO

It's kinda complicated and the textures where hard to get right. If you're trying it out without any realism experience stick to simpler references like these.

This isn't mandatory this is just what I'd do if I could.

Also I pick my references from Pinterest

Second: brush

I use ibisPaint and for all of my paintings I tend to use 1-2 brushes, these are the codes.

The first is the one I use for mostly EVERYTHING, the second is specifically for powdered stuff, the last is my line art bush that I used one time because I couldn't use my usual brush lmao (also that one took six hours compared to my usual two so uhh wouldn't recommend it)

If you don't have my program just use a brush that blends with other colors, preferably something like this

Kinda like an oil pastel brush I guess??

Third: my process

I actually saved my process for my last painting! There are three stages, I have difficulty explaining them though.

Stage one

Confession time!! I trace my references. I do these paintings to practice rendering and I struggle with recreating references with just my eyes, sue me.

So either trace or recreate your reference with line art.

Anyways make sure this is on one layer and use the brush you'll use for the rest of the painting, this will also be your rendering layer lol.

Stage two

Color pick from your reference and pick out base colors on a layer below your line art, this will mostly be covered but it helps me break down the components of the picture better. (I forgot some of the chocolate dizzle on this drawing woops)

Stage three

✨️ RENDER ✨️

I'm only half joking. Go back to your line art layer and say goodbye to your work!

Color pick from your reference constantly and play with your brush size and opacity often. Try to pay attention to textures but I tend to fudge it when it comes to spongey (cake) textures because I literally cannot be bothered.

Your colors will blend together, your line art will make it look muddy, these can be fixed. Don't panic‼️‼️‼️

I used two layers and two brushes on this painting, I usually use two layers and one brush but the powder of the marshmallows required the particle brush.

That last one took around 2 hours to make because I work fast, don't feel rushed and invest as much time as you need (or want).

Now go off and have fun with realism!!

#infinity answers #tutorial

[beck404]

After All These Years

Chapter Three — The Excuse

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Monday (right after his friends left)

Charlie went to bed feeling happy, despite what happened with him and Tao before dinner. He knew what Tao meant but he just wanted him to be on the same page when it came to Nick. Elle and Aled were supportive, so that definitely made him feel better. 

He wanted to talk about his upcoming date with him, and he knew exactly who would be happy for him AND wouldn’t say anything to anyone. 

(8:55 PM) Charlie - HE ASKED ME OUT 

(8:56 PM) Aled - OMG

(8:56 PM) Aled - i mean i knew he would but still CHARLIE

Charlie told Aled pretty much everything that happened in his life, he felt like he was the person he could trust the most (other than his sister) so he had a safe feeling whenever he shared something with him. Especially when it comes to stuff like this.

(8:46 PM) Charlie - ok but is it just me or does he seem kinda interested in me

(8:58 PM) Aled - kinda? Charlie you have almost been on TWO dates with him

(8:58 PM) Charlie - i don’t want to get my hopes up

(9:00 PM) Aled - i know

(9:00 PM) Aled - don’t worry about it, just enjoy it and don’t say anything stupid

(9:02 PM) Charlie - LOL i’ll try <3

Tuesday

Charlie was feeling overwhelmed with work, and it wasn’t even lunch time yet. Every time he felt like this he would call someone to get his mind to focus on something or someone else, but to be honest, he only had one person in his mind right now.

He pulled out his phone and went straight to his contact list, scrolling down until he finally saw Nick’s name “Should I call him?” He asked himself, feeling how his heart was beating faster just thinking about calling Nick on a random Tuesday. He tapped on his name, getting more nervous by the second “Please don’t pick up, please don’t pi-”

“Hello?” Nick answered his phone, and Charlie couldn’t tell if he was confused or annoyed by his call. Either way he regretted it.

“Hey Nick, it’s Charlie” 

“I know it’s you, hi” Nick said, letting out a small laugh. Charlie has never blushed so hard in his life.

“Hi” He replied smiling “How are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m okay, um- I was just really swamped with work stuff” Charlie stared at his desk, going through all the paperwork he needed to deliver to corporate by the end of the day.

“Me too, actually” Nick sighed.

“Oh- Sorry for interrupting you-  I didn’t mean to bother you, maybe we should talk some other time” Charlie stood up and started walking in circles, cursing himself for not asking if he was busy before calling him.

“No, it’s okay, really” Nick’s words were a relief “I think i could use a distraction right now”

“Oh- well me too, that’s kinda why I’m calling you, I hope that’s okay” He asked in a hopeful tone, pulling his chair closer to him before sitting back down.

“Yeah, it is” Nick replied, and this time he was the one blushing “I wanted to talk to you anyway”

“You did?” Charlie started feeling nervous again.

“I did, uh- about our date” Nick stopped for a moment before speaking again, which made Charlie's heart sink completely “Are you okay with not knowing what the date is? Or would you feel more comfortable if you knew what we’ll be doing?”

“Oh-” Charlie was not expecting that “I’m okay with not knowing. Is this a surprise kind of date?”

“Yeah, it is, but only if you’re fine with that” Nick said, just wanting to be 100% sure Charlie was okay with the whole surprise idea.

“I am. I promise” Charlie reassured him “That makes it more exciting, if i’m being completely honest”

Nick laughed nervously, knowing Charlie was excited made him feel a lot of things “Well, I really hope I meet your expectations then” They both laughed “I made a couple of promises after the picnic, I think”

“Oh, how are you gonna top that?” Charlie asked, jokingly. 

“I've got my ways” Nick replied “I think you’ll like it”

They talked for another hour, but didn’t even realise it had been that long until Nick heard a knock on his door and someone asked him if he would order something for lunch. They had to hang up but Charlie almost didn’t mind, they had so much fun and he had to go back to work anyway.

Charlie decided to eat his lunch at his desk, making up for all the work he didn’t do because he was talking to Nick. 

That phone call left Charlie’s mind running for the rest of the day. They had talked before the Valentine’s date happened, they were already friends but it was different now, and they were both aware of that. And it wasn’t a bad different, and even though that was scary for Charlie, he still wanted to have this.

Wednesday

Nick and Charlie’s date was on Friday, Charlie had no idea what they were doing and the week was going so slow he felt like it had been years since Nick asked him out, even though that happened just a couple of days ago.

He decided not to call Nick today, he didn’t wanna seem desperate or annoying. And although Nick would never think that of Charlie, he didn’t wanna take any chances.

Instead he focused on finishing as many reports as he possibly could, he didn’t wanna have to stay late on Friday if he fell behind on his work. He was glad he did, cause for some reason this week the workload was worse than ever before. 

As the workday was coming to an end, Charlie felt like his head was about to explode. He didn’t stop for one second and he was mentally and physically exhausted. He was incapable of thinking about anything work related and just wanted to go home. 

With 30 minutes left of his shift, he decided to just drop everything and relax for a bit, scrolling through instagram, checking out some of the pictures Elle and Tao posted from their Valentine’s Day trip. He then started thinking about how he didn’t have a single picture of his Valentine’s Day, and if it would be inappropriate to take one on Friday. But his thoughts were interrupted by a notification. 

(4:34 PM) Nick - This character from the ad I just got looks just like you 

(4:34 PM) Nick - Attachment: 1 Image

Charlie involuntarily smiled before opening the message. Nick sending him random stuff was a different level of communication. Once he opened the picture and scanned the character, he didn’t think it looked like him. Actually, he didn’t look like him at all.

(4:36 PM) Charlie - WHAT it literally doesn’t 

(4:36 PM) Charlie - you’re only saying that cause he has curly hair and blue eyes

(4:37 PM) Nick - And dimples, that definitely looks like you

“He has seen my dimples?” Charlie wondered, feeling like a teenager almost kicking his feet. 

Thursday 

Charlie was starting to stress over what he was going to wear on their date. He had nice clothes and all but not knowing what they were doing made it really hard to put an outfit together. And he didn’t wanna show up underdressed or overdressed. 

When he came back home from work he went over his closet what felt like a million times, pulling out a few things and putting them back in when he didn’t find a way to properly style them “I’m sure it’s not a big deal” He thought, trying to take some pressure off himself “But what if it is?”

He didn’t wanna ask Nick about it, he didn’t wanna ruin the surprise he had planned for the night. So he decided to wear something close to what he wore on Valentine’s Day, not lazy but also not too over the top.

Feeling a little silly and overprepared, he left his outfit perfectly laying on the chair next to his bed, ready to be worn the next day. 

He actually felt better doing this, knowing he won’t have to worry about that five minutes before leaving gave him some sense of calmness and control over the situation. Looking forward to something (especially a date) made Charlie more anxious than he would like to admit.

Friday

Finally. After a million years, the date was finally happening. 

The day went by quicker than any other day. Doing everything he could to stop his mind from feeling nervous and anxious about later that night. But also checking his phone every ten minutes to see if Nick had tried to contact him at all. He hadn’t.

As the time of the date was getting closer, Charlie was feeling even more nervous, and in a desperate attempt to distract himself he decided to call Aled. In Charlie’s eyes, Aled always knew what to say. 

“Hey” Aled picked up with a happy tone “Everything okay?”

“Hey” He replied “Yeah I’m fine, how are you?”

“I was just about to leave, I have new sound equipment I need to pick up before the store closes” Aled said as he walked out to the parking lot “Are you nervous about today?” He asked Charlie.

“Oh don’t even mention it, I’ve never checked the time so much in my life” He said laughing in embarrassment.

“So how did this happen anyway?” Aled asked curious, since Charlie never got to tell everyone the story of how things actually went.

“What? With Nick?” 

“Yeah, obviously”

“Well, it wasn’t like… planned, at all” Charlie told him “I had different plans, do you remember the guy from the bar?”

“Yeah”

“He stood me up, so I was driving back home and Nick just called me to borrow a game”

“Borrow a game?” Aled asked, confused.

“Yeah, i don’t know” Charlie said “He asked me about a game I bought one time i ran into him at the store, it was really expensive too cause I guess the Spider-Man game on release day is like exclusive or something”

“Spider-Man game? Charlie, you don’t even like superheroes”

“Ugh” Charlie grunted “I just didn’t want him to think I was following him so I grabbed a game and he got really excited when he realised what game it was” Charlie admitted “He even stayed there to talk to me for a little bit”

“So you bought it, of course you did” Aled said, almost in a sarcastic way “So he called you on Valentine’s Day to borrow a game?” He asked, putting a few pieces together “Sounds like he just needed an excuse to talk to you”

“What? No, he just wanted to borrow a game” Charlie said, brushing Aled’s theory off.

“Maybe. Did he tell you when he was giving it back?”

“Well… He went to my house the next day to give it back but I told him he could keep it for longer” Charlie said “I’ll probably tell him to keep it forever, I know I will never play it anyway” 

“So he used the same excuse twice? You can’t possibly be this oblivious”

Charlie didn’t say anything for a moment, he didn’t think Nick was using the game as an excuse, he knows Nick likes video games and Marvel, so it made sense that he just wanted to play it. But on the other hand, it did seem a little weird he was ready to give it back the very next day, and casually asked him if he was doing something. But Nick did say he would be too busy to play so… who knows.

“Is that why he was there on Monday, before we arrived at your house?” Aled had the suspicion that Nick was the one behind Charlie.

“Yeah, he also asked if I was doing anything but I had to say yes cause you guys were coming to dinner” Now Aled knew for sure.

“Charlie, you can’t keep denying this” Aled said, happy for his friend “He definitely likes you!”

“STOP, I can’t think that right now, not when I’m literal hours away from seeing him” He replied, 

“Okay, I’ll stop, but he definitely does” Aled heard Charlie giggle on the other line “Hey, and don’t worry about Tao. You don’t have to feel pressured to tell him about it, if this is your thing then that’s ok, and if you wanna keep it for yourself and Nick I think you should. Just know that doesn’t make you a bad friend”

Charlie smiled at Aled’s words, he loved the insight he always gave him, no matter what was happening with him, he always seemed to be able to read deeper into the situation and make him feel better about stuff. 

“Thanks” He genuinely was thankful “I love you”

A couple of hours later Charlie was entering his home, walking through the main entrance and up to his room, going straight for a shower. He hadn't talked to Nick but they agreed to meet at his place at 7, so he had a little time to get ready before he got there.

After doing everything he needed to, he stared at himself in the mirror, checking out his outfit and for the millionth time, wondering if he should change into something else. Even if he wanted to, it was too late now. He heard the doorbell, which made him scream inside. Charlie ran to the door, trying to fix his hair one last time before opening it.

“Hi” There he was, standing in front of him with a little blue box on his hands. 

“Hi” Charlie smiled.

“You look great” Nick was smiling at him so widely Charlie though he could throw up.

“Thank you, you do too” He laughed nervously looking at Nick blush at his words.

“Are you ready?” Nick asked, putting one of his hands behind him.

“I’m ready”

A/N: thank you sm for reading <3 hope you liked it!

#heartstopper #heartstopper au #heartstopper fanfic #heartstopper comic #heartstopper mini comic #nick and charlie #nick and charlie au #nick x charlie #narlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #kit connor #joe locke #heartstopper cast #heartstopper netflix #lgbtq #lgbtq story #gay #bisexual #queer #alice oseman #alice oseman art

[gimmethatagustd]

I literally can't even remember if I've already sent you questions?? Where is my brain

2, 12, 22, 32, 42

lol felt !! but you're good, you haven't yet!

2. Did you make new friends thanks to BTS?

answered this one here~ & dont wanna bother lati with another tag haha

12. Your favorite live performance?

i can't choose between 150920 All Force One (Cypher Medley) & 5th Muster (Dimple and Pied Piper)

22. Your favorite photo of each member?

Ok I went a more serious route cuz if I went a bts meme route the photos would be SO different lol

Except maybe Jin, Yoongi, and JK’s aren’t so serious hahah

32. Rank the rap line in terms of favorite rap style!

this is actually very easy for me. 1) yoongi cuz i like that he comes into songs hard and fast. i like rap that is super aggressive. 2) hobi cuz istg he made jack in the box for black army who smoke weed (so, me) lmfaoo dude's got a smooth flow and he can do old-school r&b like no other. 3) joon cuz he's got such clever lyrics and the poet in me has a brain boner over him

42. Are you a member of the fancafe?

IDK WHAT THAT IS LMFAO pls someone what is a fancafe ?? all i am a member of is the fan club on weverse. i did it so i could get early access it concerts lol

help me commit time theft & ask me bts questions

#moni-logues #jai asks #ask game

[fbj723]

my whb progress

as of nov. 11, 2023

i feel like i should've done this when i finished chapter 4 like weeks ago but better late than never ig

general info

lvl: 31

status: f2p

when i started: launch (10/03 my timezone)

ver: erolabs

team setup

post-halloween event my team consists of 5 light chars, 1 some other element (usually either leraye, belial, or paimon)

before that though i did use marbas before minhyeok, though sadly i'll probably rarely use marbas or any of the healers in the future since the artifacts when they work properly heal faster :')

here's my team in action!

here's everyone with their lvls and artifacts!

skill lvls: (normal attack-ultimate-passive)

mammon (cake): 4-4-4

mammon (selfie): 1-3-1

satan (selfie): 1-4-1

beelzebub (selfie): 1-3-1

leraye: 1-3

minhyeok: 1-3

secret club

i mainly focus on mammon, so i'll just be showing those here. i'm 1 story away from completing mammon (cake)'s and 2 stories away from completing mammon (selfie)'s!

materials

i do the absolute bare minimum for dailies and weeklies nowadays. since most of my chars are higher than lvl20 i've just been focusing on unholy board for most of the time i've been playing. as much as i wanna focus on skills i'm kinda held back by the game's very limited access to pies (you can only get them in shop + it's the rng boxes most of the time). hopefully there'll be more options to get pies that aren't purely dependent on rng in the future 😔🙏

i also wish candies weren't rng either, or there is rng but also an option to exchange one type of candy for another. as shown above i have absolutely way too many candies for the other kings and almost none for mammon :'))) the grind truly never ends

overall thoughts / reflection

this section is just something for me to look back on when i do a progress post again in the future. i'll break this down into sections so i can stay consistent with laying out all my thoughts. also this won't be spoiler-free

STORY

i find it somewhat interesting? i can't really put in a bunch of input since we've only explored one of the many areas of hell. i set my game to have a male mc, and there's still a lot of issues with making pronouns consistent :'). i do have a few cgs missing despite completing all the chapters that are out currently but those missing ones might be for future chapters so idk (kinda bothers me a bit to see missing cgs despite completing everything). unholy board stories are also ok? it's pretty tedious to get through so many objectives for only a little bit of story and also all the h-scenes and devil's tango bits in unholy board stories are written like they were made for wattpad lol

GAMEPLAY

tl;dr very tedious lol

addressing the elephant in the room, i'm aware there's still a lot of bugs. i won't be going too in-depth about them since they're only temporary and didn't make that much of a significance towards my overall gameplay so far (aside from the leather gloves not working, but that got fixed in the halloween patch).

i'm glad we have autoclear in resource stages but i wish we had autoclear in story stages as well (and in the future event stages too). it would also be nice if there was an autoplay feature, though that's more of a personal preference since a lot of games i play have that option and i don't get bored from doing everything manually.

the 6-7 stages in chapter 4 seemed a bit unnecessary? the story itself is rather short so i guess i can understand why they would wanna pan out as much playtime as possible, but at a certain point it does get really boring and demotivating to progress. it also sets a certain precedent for future chapters, if the battles in between each small bit of story keep slowly increasing how many stages will chapter 10 have? chapter 20? i honestly would've preferred 3 battles in between each story, or if you're gonna have 5 battles in between each story, have some of the story in those battles. aside from the tutorial, an example would be in chapter 3 right as the angels attacked the hospital and mammon took mc out with him to fight (3-73). those battles could've 1. gave a tutorial on how to use mammon and 2. talk about how strong he is like in the story right after those battles (3-79).

on a different note, i wish the "meta" wasn't so skewed towards all the l cards. as i progressed through the story i would look up guides on bilibili, only to find that most if not all the guides are heavily dependent on l cards (and levi which is the only king i don't have 💀💀), only non-l card would usually be leraye 💀. it also feels a bit unbalanced considering light and dark are usually the recommended element for every battle and can go against literally every element including their own. i wish there would be more opportunities for other elements and characters to shine and hold up well so that even if you don't have certain l cards, you can progress through the game just as well as those with the certain l cards

RESOURCES

i briefly mentioned this while going through the materials i currently have but i wish a lot of them weren't so rng heavy. it really adds to making the game tedious especially when you have to level multiple devils of the same element. having a resource stage for candies and pies would be great. it would also be great to not make everything so expensive ㅠㅠ 116 gems for one (1) candy?? a multi of red keys costing almost 2k gems?? atp i just focus on leveling up rather than getting pulls

GACHA

after the whole 'minhyeok needing yellow keys' situation i've just been hoarding keys and using gems on stuff like ap since i have nothing else to really use them for aside from pies. the gacha rates seem really,,,, sad, and the fact that the bloodshed cards banner is p2w only sucks, which kind of makes me worry for future cards being released. i got pretty lucky with getting both mammon's signature artifacts, as it's one of the requirements to progress through unholy board, but other than that i never really had the best of luck with any of my pulls. i got minhyeok at hard pity, and it took idek how long to get leraye, my conclusion is just that my luck sucks in this game lol

#i just wanna get to tartaros and then ill retire #tartaros is really the only one that interests me but im biased i love mammon too much lol #the most normal mammon simp fr #fbj rambles #whb

[organchordsandlightning]

12, 13, and 15 for the fic writer ask game? 👁️

from fic writer ask game

12. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I've started just recently! IDK why, trying out a little science experiment. Probably going to re-evaluate at the end of the summer to see How It Feels. So far it's nice to have an additional layer of interaction with fics, but also definitely 😅another thing to remember to do

13. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

alas ye 😔not very often, but it does happen from time to time (everything from 'this sucks lol' to a frenzied hate comment to, like, a gigantic analysis of why This Sucks Actually)

it does bother me less than it used to, though! i think i've reached a point mentally where it's like. of course there are definitely things that can be done to improve writing Structurally (proper SPAG, pacing, characterization, etc) but I also think, with fanfic especially, you reach a point to where you're like. What Even Is Good. there are writing styles and interpretations that some folks will despise and other folks will love, and no poor shmuck, particularly the rabid ones who are like 'I Will Simply Die If I Don't Make My Opinion Known At All Times', has the one true answer as to what is Good Writing. lately it has been just 'do I enjoy writing it? then i will continue doing it'

15. Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?

For words: for some reason, if my protagonist is a British person, I've lodged some words in my head that I've somehow associated with my friends across the pond. I'm almost certain 'scarcely' is not used as often as I write it over there, but. alas.

There are some phrases that I've gotten stuck in there, if only because I really like how they set the scene or provide imagery. I do like someone breathing like 'broken bellows' or 'ragged bellows' - as someone who's seen that happen, it really does nicely encapsulate the whole 'really trying to take a deep breath but you can't quite force yourself to' vibe. I'm also really fond of highlighting the way a car engine clicks when you first kill the engine - it's one of those things where, particularly in a scene that's meant to be quiet, lonely, or desolate, seem gigantically loud when there's nothing else to hear.

I know my weakness is probably in describing imagery (at least, I read a lot of writers who have way more talent at it than I do 😅), but I really also like injecting the character POV into how they see the world. Like, if I'm describing a room, you're also getting the character's opinion on the room -- or if I'm describing someone's PI office, there are stories and feelings attached to every object in there. To me it makes the whole 'I have to describe this boring place so you know what we're doing with' a little more interesting.

I'm also really fond of m-dash used to emotional raggedness, for lack of a better word? I've used it a couple times for panicking characters, where one side of the m-dash is a more traditional continuing thought, and the other one is practically emotional flailing. For a slightly more restrained version of this, a parenthesis can be used for the same effect.

"I'm sorry, but I can't," he said, and John watched him go. (What the fuck.)

^ as a random example!

[fyodorkitkat]

☀︎ If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notes, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog ☀︎

A third one. Can I think of 3 more facts even? For you, I'll try it 🙏

I've already sent this to 14 ppl though from the other two so I am going to skip passing it forward this time. (Mostly because I didn't keep track who I sent them to and out of the 5 that didn't do them I don't want to accidentally be bothering someone twice for something they didn't want to answer lol)

- My favorite Japanese VAs are Showtaro Morikubo and Kenjiro Tsuda (absolutely influenced by my otome biases and dummy mic drama cds more so than anime)

- I was super duper into horror movies when I was younger, but a switch flipped for me around like age 19 and I can't watch them anymore really I get too freaked out.

- My favorite movie of all time is Pi: Faith in Chaos

#i dont know how many more facts i have in me yall 🙏💜 #thank you though still for sending this! #-Lue asks

[inkofamethyst]

April 2, 2023

And now, after all these months, I know for almost [edit, two days later: sorry that was the anxiety at it again] certain where I’m going to be in the fall.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED mostly relieved tbh buT ALSO SUPER DUPER EXCITED

The school is gorgeous, the people are lovely in so many ways, the city is alive...  I am so excited to be there.  The visit was... interesting.  The lab and PI and prospies in my cohort were great!  I met one faculty member who was... a character.  He’s either really out of touch or so down to earth that he speaks in hard truths... or maybe something else.  Either way, I’m lowkey glad I didn’t end up applying to work with him lol.  I think he’d be a fantastic advisor and would set me up, but I feel like our personalities would clash too much.  ANYWAY.  A lot of the prospectives especially outside my cohort are coming from high-tier institutions around the world which was wild to hear about.  I didn’t feel intimidated though!!  It just kind of felt surreal to be there, honestly.

I don’t really have the intellectual bandwidth to go through it all right now, so I’m not going to bother describing the visit.  I got a sweatshirt in a color I look amazing in and I love that.

Today I’m thankful that my admissions cycle is practically finished.  I’m thankful that I really liked my Choice E!  I was so afraid that I’d overhyped the program but it actually seems great.  It seems like a launchpad, sure, but also somewhere supportive where I could thrive.

Now I have to figure out housing, but I also have to somehow muster up the strength to finish up this last semester of my undergraduate schooling.  I have exams and projects and lectures and all sorts to finish up before I can breathe, but all I want to do is be done with it all.