#45 hours yeesh...

[crunchybeards]

Whatever be free my scarabs.

Farmer Callum belongs to @oorangesoda

Farmer Beau belongs to @fuerrziah

Farmer Kendall belongs to @salt-n-salt

[trans-yllz]

huge that inking takes approximately a fourth of the time that sketching does but also bleak that sketching takes approximately four times as long as inking does. will I ever escape

[lissyneedstopissy]

tuna mayo ! miya osamu

chapter one – i'll probably get fired

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07:07.

The time your phone clock showed.

You stared at your phone while thinking about how cold it would be outside the comfort of your blanket.

‘If I get up, I’ll get reaaaally cold.’

07:08.

‘If I don’t get up, I’ll stay warm.’

30 seconds of quietness passes by.

‘If I get up, I have to go to work.’

07:09.

You set your phone down next to you, while positioning yourself to lay flat on your back, giving you the perfect access to stare at your blank, white ceiling.

‘If I don’t get up… will I get fired?’

You shift your eyes to your closet, eyeing down your black MSBY quarter-zip sweater. With one dramatic, yet tired sigh, you get up from bed, and finally start your day.

‘I’ll definitely get fired.’

About three months ago, you received a call from Hamamoto Jiro, the head manager for the Division 1 V. League team, the MSBY Black Jackals. You had applied to become a part of the public relations team, specifically the media team, due to needing a job to hold you over while you had started your last year of university. 

Yet, you never actually expected to… get the job.

After slipping on your quarter-zip, a pair of straight legged jeans, and your Adidas Sambas, you checked your phone.

07:37.

“aaauuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhh.” A low, annoyed sigh was let out. Your shift started in 23 minutes, and for some reason, you thought you had enough time to make a stop at Natsukashii, your favorite cafe.

You quietly muttered to yourself as you grabbed the keys to your Toyota GT-86. Driving to work always brought you a sense of tranquility, as the roads were usually empty.

When you were about 5 minutes into your 18 minute car ride, your music stopped abruptly, due to your ringtone sounding. You look at your carplay.

You answered the call with no complaints. “Hello?” 

Atsumu was the first person you truly became friends with at work, due to you both matching each other’s vibes, yet in somewhat contrasting ways. He has a humongous ego, and you’re able to immediately humble someone. Need I say more?

“Good mornin’, [Y/N].” A moderately tired voice spoke over the phone, quickly followed by a short yawn. You could hear volleyballs hitting the floor in the background.

“Good morning, Atsumu. Aren’t you supposed to be, like, practicing?” You asked sarcastically. 

“Ha-ha.” He grumbled over the phone while rolling his eyes. “I’m takin’ a coffee break right now.”

You hear him sip his coffee loudly, and before you could speak again, he beats you to it. “You comin’ in today?”

“Yeeeaaahhhh.” You elongated. “I decided I didn’t want to get fired just yet.”

You hear a brief chuckle over the phone line. “How long until ya get here?” You look at the time.

07:45.

“I’ll be there in 10.” 

“Perfect, see ya soon.” And with that, the phone call ended. As your music started playing again, you decided to try and speed up a little bit to get to work faster.

07:52.

You look at the time on your phone as you exit your car and head for the doors to the main entrance of MSBY’s training gym. ‘Beat the ETA by 3 minutes.’ you thought playfully to yourself.

After walking through the main entrance, and to the employee’s lounge, you clocked in. Now, you have 8 hours before your shift ends. With that, you walk to the main gym where 12 of the Jackals were playing a practice set, not including Atsumu. As you begin to walk over to him, you take note of who’s playing.

‘Hinata’s on that side… Bokuto’s on the other… yeesh.’ Your eyes then land on Meian Shūgo, the captain of the Jackals. You quickly trail your eyes up and down his handsome body. 

‘SMASH.’ is the first thing that comes to your mind when you see him.

“How are you already this horny, and it's barely 8 o’clock?” Atsumu says as you take a seat beside him on the bench. “Excuse me? I’m not horny. What could you possibly be talking about?” You say as you’re holding a hand over your heart in an offended, joking manner.

“Nah, I seen the way yer lookin’ at Meian. Keep it in yer pants, [Y/N].”

You leaned a bit closer to Atsumu, with your lips close to his ears. “Look at the way his sweat drips down his body, the way he bites his lip before spiking the ball, and if you move your eyes down his body a bit more, then-” You whispered seductively, yet stopped as Atsumu shoved your head away.

“Enough.” He sighs, his hand palming his face.

You begin to laugh at his somewhat annoyed state. “Just kidding!”

“No yer not.”

“Yeah, no, you’re right.” You spoke in defeat, shifting your eyes back to Meian. “Kinda sucks that he’s a bit too old, y’know?”

“No, I don’t know.”

You slowly turn to look at Atsumu with a disgusted face. After a few seconds of staring at one another, you get up and begin walking to the door. “K bye don’t ever talk to me again.” He waved you off, and just as soon as you were halfway to the exit…

SMACK

You instinctively cover your right cheek, and look down at the volleyball that’s bouncing. Up and down. 

‘Ain’t no way…’

You look at Hinata, and he’s already on his way to you.

“[L/N], I’M SO SO SO SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THAT TO HAPPEN!” You sneak a quick glance at Atsumu, who’s stifling his laugh.

You let out a smile. “Don’t sweat it, Hinata. It barely hurts!”

“Stop yer lyin’!” Atsumu yelled out from the bench, finally letting some of his laughter go. 

“Shut up, piss blonde!” You yelled, earning laughs from a couple people. While Hinata was still in a small panic over his unintentional infliction of pain towards you, Sakusa had already brought you an ice pack from the coaches office.

“Ah, thank you, Sakusa.” You spoke as you politely bowed your head.

He nodded. And then… he just… walked away?

‘Weird.’ You thought as you lifted the ice pack to your cheek, not taking your eyes off Sakusa. You liked him, though. He wasn’t that talkative, and you thought his bendy wrists were really cool.

“[l/nnnnnn].” The weak voice brought you away from your thoughts. You look down in curiosity, just to see Hinata literally on his knees, bowing to you, with Bokuto and Inunaki cackling in the background. “imsorryireallydidntmeantohurtyouiloveyoupleaseforgiveme.”

“I already forgave you, get up.” You groaned, placing a hand on your hip. “My hair is gonna turn gray because of you!” 

As Hinata began to stand up, still being teased by Bokuto and Inunaki, you left the gym.

It was time to get to work, and monitor all of the MSBY Black Jackals social media accounts, starting off with Instagram. Having all of the official accounts on your phone was your biggest flex. 

As you went to MSBY’s profile, you could see a story was posted. This brought you to a panic, as you don’t remember posting anything, and although some others had access to the account, you were the one to do the posting and communications.

When you clicked on it, this is what you saw:

Your eyes widened, and you immediately deleted it. You ran to the gym, and screamed: “ATSUMU!!!”

authors notes !

𐙚 i have read over this multiple times , and to be honest , i'll probably end up editing this again sooner or later .

𐙚 hope you enjoyed it , my love !

[gemmahale]

I just did the math, and if I did an average of an hour of writing a day, every day, for a year, I'd have completed: 364 hours of work which is nearly 15 24-hour days which breaks down to 45 working days or 9 working weeks which essentially is 2 months and a week.

Which...hm. That's...huh. Puts a lot in perspective suddenly for me.

That also means I spend AT LEAST the equivalent of four working months and two weeks on Tumblr a year. Yeesh.

[findingmelissa]

Workout log catchup!

Tuesday 11/26/24

Bike 45 minutes

50 pushups

50 crunches

20 leg lifts with hip thrusts

20 tricep pushups each side

20 bicep curls each side

Wednesday 11/27/24

5.5 hours of cleaning the entire house for impending guests, ~700 calorie burn

Thursday 11/28/24

REST

Friday 11/29/24

2 more hours of cleaning and food prep for Saturday

Run 4 miles

Walk .75 mile

Saturday 11/30/24

4 hours of food prep, ~500 calorie burn

Sunday 12/1/24

REST

Monday 12/2/24

Bike 60 minutes

50 pushups

50 crunches

25 leg lifts with hip thrusts

20 tricep pushups each side

20 bicep curls each side

Tuesday 12/3/24

Run 4 miles

Wednesday 12/4/24

Bike 60 minutes

Notes:

Maintaining 50 pushups and 50 crunches, yay! Also pushed some extra leg lifts yesterday. Cannot believe how bad I was at those even a month ago.

That Friday run was a bit of an error in judgment on my part. I dropped off a rental car at Budget and decided to just run back to my house (Steve was in east Texas). A route I should know like the back of my hand, but, you know, DRIVING. Not on foot. So I truly did NOT realize it was 4.75 miles, thought it was more like 3.5. And far hillier than I expected - yes, again, even after driving these same streets around my house for ages. Yeesh. Proud to have made it through most of it running.

Yesterday's 4 miles was so lovely. I will write about it in a separate post.

[letters-from-himring-hill]

What are seidkonur? Is that a word for crafters with a specialty in runic textile magic, or something else? Yeesh! 10-14 hour days sound like a bit much. Couldn't Morwen take work on a commission basis, or work part time, or something?

Well, apart from the fact that it generally implies having flayed someone, Morwen's association with human skin as leather is the Holocaust. I found out that bit of information about the Nazis making lampshades from people and it stuck with me. It would be a moral quandary if Morwen had put down minotaurs as potentially sentient. Right now she doesn't think they necessarily are, given that she has only met one and it acted like a very mad bull. But that could change in the future.

Oh, Gavrel, bless your heart. I know he's absurdly rich and doesn't really need to watch his money, but also, dude. Pretty sure you could be making a lot more than you are if you were paying...any attention to market rates. At all. Or just charging for the stuff you bring back. (It is fascinating! The only source I can find for it seems to be Nepal, and it's about $45 per yard, which does put some historical things in perspective.)

Well, that's a relief. And, as Morwen's planning to wear that armour for a while, hopefully the problem of selling it will not arise just yet. (It's gonna be really fun when she gets the Appraisal skill and can start seeing how much her various items are worth and what they do for herself.) Just how high of a level is it?

Yes, but processing traumatic memories means that eventually you'll be able to sleep without doing that. And it will improve your mental health. Which is a good thing!

(interesting. I am learning all kinds of things here! Morwen is going to get this guy to look after himself if it...well, she can't say if it kills her because that'll make him spiral. But she's GOING to do it. She's just gonna. Makes sense. I don't think this will actually happen, but I could, under the right circumstances, see Morwen deciding that since he won't sleep unless he is cuddling her and she can't consistently let him do that outside marriage, the obvious solution is for them to get married and then she can use cuddles to bribe him into having an actual sleep schedule. XD)

My Terrafell rereading continues, and I found another question:

"Is there anywhere that still feels phantom pains?" I put on the outer dress and do some careful stretching. "Nope," I say. "And it looks like I left my bum shoulder back in our world. That's one thing I won't miss." He smiles sadly, and you feel you might have trodden on something tender. "I'll leave you to your rest," he says, before you can ask what it is, and scoots to the door. "Could I— may I see you in the morning?"

What did Morwen step on, or is that a spoiler?

He thinks Morwen will one day come to miss her healed injuries as a reminder of home. He has scars and injuries from home that healed with Terran magic that he wishes he had still.

[earthbison]

Too nervous and excited about my new job tomorrow to sleep lol

[alisonwonderland13]

Today at the clinic there was a patient that needed a blood pressure check that was too high at dental, no problem. Then there was a walk in blood pressure check, got her too except her visit took longer because needed a russian interpreter and the language services wasn't connecting then did manual and then used the machine, except the machine gave a super high reading, so high the patient almost took another blood pressure med before I stopped her (she said she was there because her home bp readings were low), did another manual and it was high but not as high so had to wait til her provider was done with a patient to talk to her and then give the patient the information, meanwhile the patient scheduled for a toradol shot showed up so the other nurse saw her, then someone with a tick bite walked in so she saw them too, the the patient that was scheduled to discuss tb testing arrived so talked to him and by the time that was all done it was time for the other nurse to go to lunch (late) then a family walked in to discuss lab results during the lunch hour but saw them because we had been trying to reach them which took about 45 minutes with a Dari interpreter (who was super helpful btw) then the providers were off their lunch by then so was able to get the quantiferon gold ordered and called the patient for them to come back and then finally got to take a lunch break, got back from lunch and the inbasket was super full (hmm I wonder why) yeesh all these walk ins sure do keep you busy, definitely glad we had 2 nurses today

[sarahjtv]

BNHA Chapter 315 Quick Analysis: #GiveDekuTherapy2021

Ok, another chapter!  And it’s a doozy that’s for sure.  Man, the people on social media were NOT very happy with what happened and I understand why.  Though, I think Horikoshi has bigger plans going on in his head.  So, I’m not going to go screaming to him telling him how to tell his story.  I personally still liked it a lot and have hopes for our lovely Lady Nagant.  

Anyway, doing these smaller analyses actually do make my life easier since they consume less time.  To give you an idea, the Spoiler Analyses I did before took 1+ hours to complete for me since I had so much to say and I had to constantly go back and forth with Tumblr and the leaks.  At least here, everyone knows what’s going on and I can go off the official translations.  TL;DR: Doing the Quick Analyses are easier and I think I’m going to stick with them.  Onto the chapter:

It’s actually kind of good to know that not all of Overhaul’s screws are loose.  He’s still ultimately thinking about the Boss and wanting to fix him, but he does still recognize Deku and is willing to ID him for Lady Nagant. Of course, he’s so eager to get to the Boss that he’s practically scolding Nagant for not holding up her part of the bargain yet.  

Holy crap that Rifle can get swole.  No pun intended, that thing on Lady Nagant’s elbow is massive.  I guess this is what happens when she exchanges her accuracy for speed and power.  It’s cool, but damn is it gnarly to look at.  Looks like something out of a gorey horror manga.

But, Deku swings in and uses his new Quirk to speed blitz his way to push Overhaul out of the bullet’s way!  What a badass!  Deku using his brains is aways cool as hell to see.  You love to see it, my dudes.

And we FINALLY get an explanation on the 3rd Holder’s Quirk: Fa Jin.  It’s basically stores and releases kinetic energy that is built up through repeated motion.  So here, Deku uses Fa Jin on his legs which is why he was kicking and squatting so much earlier.  So, he used that energy to boost his speed + 45% of OFA + use of centrifugal force via swinging with Black Whip = Faux 100%!  Deku is insane; the guy’s a madman and I love it!

After saving Overhaul, Deku tells Overhaul that they’ll talk later.  It’s just one panel, but this implies that Deku really will try to at least have a conversation with Overhaul to understand him since he was unable to back in the Yakuza Raid Arc.  So, we’ll see if Deku will help Overhaul go down a better path.  Though, again, I really wouldn’t blame Deku if he chose not to given the horrors Overhaul has done in the past.

And then we have a beautiful double-page-spread of Deku using the last of his Fa Jin to pull a sickass Faux 100% Manchester Smash on Lady Nagant’s Rifle to break it. Horikoshi is really drawing straight fire at this point.  You can even see close-ups of the raindrops at a few points.  It’s so cool to see Deku go 100% again even though this one is a pseudo one.  Not only is Deku powerful as hell, but he’s also not breaking his body too much this way.  Though that’s gotta hurt for Nagant since that Rifle is a part of her body.  Yeesh...

Now Lady Nagant can’t fight and her Air Walk stopped working for some reason (AFO?).  As she falls, Deku grabs her hand and realizes that she still has the heart of a hero despite everything.  Deku begs her to fight along side the good guys again.  You can even see that small glimmer of light back in Deku’s eyes again.  God, I love Deku.  He really does try to understand and see the best in everyone.  He did it with Bakugo, Shoto, Gentle Criminal, La Brava, and even Shigaraki.  He has this way of reading people and getting to people’s hearts.  That’s one of the main things that makes Deku a true hero.  

And Lady Nagant agrees... Until AFO reveals that he (probably) used one of his Quirks to secretly plant a bomb in Lady Nagant to blow her up in case she turned on him.  Man, fuck AFO.  All my homies hate AFO.  I want to burn this fucker alive and watch him suffer.  What a despicable waste of air.  Good thing we’re actually meant to hate him.  

And Deku just watches Lady Nagant blow up right in front of him.  This kid is screaming in horror and I’m positive he’s even more traumatized after this.  Deku’s been though far too much over the past month alone and I really REALLY worry about his mental health at this point.  I’d hate to see him break down emotionally, but I would be ok if he did because Deku deserves a good cry at this point.  I want him to see some kind of therapist after all this is over.  IDK if Horikoshi will let him, but at least before this series is over at least.     

Then Hawks finally appears like I though he would!  He uses his little feathers to catch Lady Nagant from falling further.  Good on him for saving his senpai!  And I’m glad this confirms that Hawks’ wings are growing back.  They’re so cute and tiny!  Hawks isn't Quirkless after all.

So, Lady Nagant’s probably not dead.  I know people are pissed that she was basically used as a plot device for other characters, but even Horikoshi acknowledges that through AFO’s dialogue about Lady Nagant constantly being used as a tool.  Horikioshi knows what he’s doing; it’s not like he’s getting rid of her just because.  The man wouldn’t let a character like her, one given a LOT of important backstory and development, die just like that.  I’m thinking that Deku’s probably going to force Overhaul to use his Quirk on Nagant to heal her if he can.  And if he does, not only is Lady Nagant ok, but this could be that better path Overhaul could go down.  All in all, I don’t think Lady Nagant is dead.  I think Horikoshi has bigger plans for her.  I really hope I’m right

Horikoshi writing his characters at this point:

[bssaz97]

Family Friend

- Patch Island, Kingdom of Vale -

[95 A.G.W.]

[18:55 Hours (6:55 PM)]

10 YO Rowan: Wagon check?

10 YO Summer: Check!

Rowan: Soda?

Summer: Check!

Rowan: Balloons?

Summer: Check!

Rowan: Poppy Rocks?

Summer: Check!

Rowan: All Poppy Rocks accounted for?

Summer: *about to open a bag to eat* Uhhh... Check!

Rowan: Ready to throw some Poppy Rock filled Cola’s at that stupid dentist billboard Sis?

Summer: Heck yeah!

Weapons of choice in hand, the Rose twins stealthily went on their way dragging along twelve bottles of Cola Pops with a box of Poppy Rocks in what would be their best prank yet.

[45 Minutes Later…]

After trekking through the woods, the twin finally arrived at the destination of their latest prank....

A Billboard promoting a local Dentist Office!

Rowan: After two months of saving our allowances and a week’s worth of lunch monies, we finally have the tools to enact today’s plan! For too long we children have to suffer at the hands of those “dental specialists,” so now it’s time to take revenge for children of all ages!

Summer: *fistbumps* Yeah!

Both take a liter of Cola in their hands and begin to use them to fill several balloons. Afterwards they poured a whole sachets worth of the rock candy mixture.

Once they had their weapons ready, they quickly shook a balloon in each hand, took aim and threw them at the billboard with all their might!

When the two balloons had made contact with the billboard, the twins had been pleased to see the sight of two messy and foamy spray on the dental advertisement.

Summer: Woo! That was so cool!

Rowan: Yeah! ...Wanna throw another one?

Summer: Heck yeah!

They prepared more balloons and repeated the action of tossing them in exactly the same way as before.

Soon enough, the billboard was nearly covered with sticky foam and rock candy, all to the twins mischievous glee and amusement.

Sadly their fun was too soon coming to an end, they both stared at the two remaining balloons that they each held.

Summer: Aw... I wish we had bought more balloons.

Rowan: It was fun while it lasted. Come on, let’s make these ones count. Whoever can hit an eye gets to give the other their brussels sprouts for dinner tonight!

Summer: Yuck! Brussels sprouts... you’re on!

The twins held their final individual balloons in one hand, rearing their arms back to throw and are prepared to fling their balloons, but unfortunately for these two, their fun ended when a beam of a flashlight was pointed at them.

“Oi! Hold it right there!”

The twins stopped themselves mid throw, thankfully neither of them let go of their balloons, as they both turned towards the light being pointed at them.

Busted.

A figure walked towards slowly, a female judging by the voice, a northern Valean accent to be accurate. However, neither of the twins could not make out as to who the woman was for the sky had begun to turn dark and the light that she held was exceptionally bright.

The young woman stopped only a meter away from them.

???: Reach for the sky.

The two Rose twins complied, both raiding their hands.

???: Well would ya look at here, I got me some no good troublemakers messin’ around with town property. Don’t try ta deny it either, I caught ya’s red handed.

Rowan: W-We aren’t trouble makers m-mam, we were just playing. Right Sum?

Summer: Y-Yeah, just playing! Honest!

???: Oh? An’ you want to believe that loada crap. Especially when ya’s still got tha proof in ya hands.

Rowan was shaking in place, this was not looking good for either of them, they had been caught and now they were likely in big trouble. Mom would find out and be disappointed, he could get kicked out of the soccer team and they could get this marked on their permanent record.

He was taken away from his thoughts when he faintly heard whimpering, turning his gaze he saw his twin looking on the verge of tears, absolutely terrified at the implication of getting in trouble.

That just solidified Rowan’s decision.

Rowan: I-I …It was my idea! Please if you’re going to take one of us in, just take me and let my sister go! She just went along with my idea!

Summer: Wha-! N-No that’s not true! I threw just as many balloons as he did!

Rowan: *whispering* Summer! I’m trying to save your skin!

Summer: *whispering* Nooo! I don’t want you to go to jail!

Rowan: Please mam, I acted alone! She just watched me do it and I pressured her into it!

???: That a fact? Well that doesn’t mattah, I’m takin’ the two’s of ya in anyway.

Stretching out her empty hand she activated her semblance, causing the tips of her fingers to illuminate a green hue and a symbol of a leaf appeared on her hand. What occurred next shocked the two young Rose twins.

From the ground beneath them, roots emerged and swiftly wrapped around their little wrists, forming makeshift wooden handcuffs. With a pull, the roots brought the two on their knees, making it clear to the two that she meant business.

Rowan: W-Wait! Hold on a minute! Don’t you have to read us our rights or something!?

Summer: Yeah! Tell us we have the right to an attorney!

???: Attorneys are for grownups. Bad kids like the two of ya’s, get sent to juvie. You two already confessed to the crime, so now I’m takin’ ya to tha slammer!

Rowan: B-But!

Summer: I don’t wanna to go to juvie! Please don’t take us!

The two are nearly close to tears when something unexpected happens. The woman in front of them started to …giggle. Soon enough, her laughing grew louder in volume as she started leaning forward, holding onto her abdomen as she was losing herself to her hysterics.

With a wave of her hand the roots receded, returning to the ground albeit the restraints that remained on the twins wrists.

They looked on in bewilderment as the woman who was apprehending them laughed at the two as though she heard the best joke of her life.

???: *inhales* Oh, you shoulda seen the look on the both of ya’s faces! That’s gold! Pure gold!

She turns off her flashlight with a press of a button, no longer hindering the twins vision. When both of their vision became adjusted to natural light, they immediately put together their apprehender’s identity.

Rowan: Rosemary!?

The twin’s apprehender was none other than Rosemary Thornbush, local Huntress and resident of Patch. She also happened to be a friend of their mother and aunt, and they had history. So the redhead was indeed a familiar face to them.

Rosemary: *laughs* Hey Row-Row. I got ya kids good, didn’t I?

Summer: Rosie! That was mean! I actually thought we were in trouble!

Rosemary: I nevah said you ain’t.

A silence fell on both the twins, as they saw

Summer: oh… so we are going to juvie?

Rosemary: Nah. But the two of ya’s are gonna get a mouthful from ya mom.

Rowan: Y-You’re gonna tell Mom?

Rosemary: Yep, and she’ll get to decide the punishment for that. *pointing at the billboard*

Summer: …Can we go to jail instead?

Rosemary: Oh quit you’re whining, get up you two!

Sheathing her flashlight, Rosemary takes both children by the wrist and guides them down the dirt path towards their home.

Rowan: But the wagon.

Rosemary: We’ll get that tomarraw, it ain’t going nowhere.

Rowan: Aw…

[A walk of shame later…]

Ruby Rose gazes down at her two children in front of her, whom she believed were going to a sleepover, but were all actuality caught vandalizing a billboard with the liters of soda and candy that she purchased under the pretense that they were gonna be used by school children to eat and drink. So not only did her naughty children lie to her, but they also committed a crime.

She was not in a good mood.

Ruby: Rowan, Summer, is this true?

Neither of the twin’s answers her and instead avoided her piercing gaze by looking at the floor. Their guilt clearly written on their small faces.

Ruby: *breathes* Well then, for starters, you’re both going to get ready for dinner. Then you both are going help me wash the dishes tonight, which will be spotless, and then you will both get ready for bed and go to your rooms without any TV or games for the rest of the week.

The two winces at the stern tone she used, they only hear it rarely but it’s not one any child enjoys hearing.

Ruby: Then tomorrow morning you both are going to wake up, eat your breakfast …and help clean up the mess you made on that billboard.

Summer: B-But tomorrow’s the weekend.

Ruby: And?

Summer: Nothing Mommy…

Ruby: You have anything to add mister?

Rowan: No Mommy…

Ruby: Good. Now go fresh up, I made dinner and I don’t want it to get cold.

Wordlessly, the twins moved past her and hears them go upstairs to their shared bathroom to wash up for what would undoubtedly be a very awkward meal.

The sound of giggling breaks Ruby’s thoughts as she turns her attention back towards her guest.

Rosemary: Yeesh, I’d hate to make you angry. Especially if I met you as a kid.

Ruby paused then shook her head, laughing a bit herself at the notion. Being only five years her senior and a friend of her older brother at Signal, the young lady has a way of making her seem old.

Ruby: Thank you Rosie for bringing them home, I really appreciate it.

Rosemary: Forget about it Ruby, I’m always happy to help a friend of the family. Your kids certainly did make the highlight of my night.

Ruby: Did you want to stay for dinner?

Rosemary: Thanks for the offa but Ma’s undoubtedly waiting for me to get my butt back home. Maybe another night. Bring the whole family?

Ruby: I think the kids would love that, once they get over you turning them in.

Rosemary: I hate to do it but it’s my job. Also, I plan to keep an eye on them while they clean up their mess tomarrah. I figured you’s gonna ask that.

Ruby: Thank you again, when everything is cleaned up I’ll come to get them. Who knows, maybe you can expect a cheesecake with your name on it?

Rosemary: Yes mam! *has an eager smile on her face*

Ruby: Well then, I hope you get home safely Rosie, let the family know I said hi and that I appreciate their daughter looking out for my children.

Rosemary: Sure thing, Shrub is definitely gonna enjoy hearing about this. Well you have a goodnight, Ruby.

Ruby: You too, Rosie.

With her job seemingly done for the night, the younger red head began on her way, walking down from the Rose residence’s porch and making her way back from the dirt path. But before she could make it there, her attention is taken away when a voice from behind her called out.

Ruby: Rosie!

Rosemary: *looks back* Yea?

Ruby: …Thank you for bringing them back.

Rosemary: *shrugs* Sure thing. What are friends for, am I right?

Without another word, the young huntress resumed on her way. Another normal day on Patch done and the night setting in.

- Fin -

A/N: Thanks again to @tanakaclinkbeard for allowing me to use his OC, Rosemary Thornbush, in my AU. While it is a different version of her and the history is also a variant, I did my best to keep the core traits of the original.

Edit: Also, the reason Rosemary talks differently is because she has what’s referred to as a Northern Valean accent (Boston accent for irl example).

[thatonebirdsposts]

ALL OF EM YOU KNOW THE DRILL

1. Panromantic and proud!!

2. Marvel, beetlejuice, trollhunters and she ra!!

3. 👁️👄👁️... That is qualified info

4. N O S E👁️👃👁️

5. Too many to keep count honestly-

6. Little cottage with a big garden, lots of windows, a library, and surrounded by trees

7. No one at the moment?? I don't really get jealous

8. TROLL👏HUNTERS👏 IT'S FUCKING FANTASTIC

9. Ksksksk nope... When I did I laughed so hard I almost passed out-

10. Pfft nope. Too much work

11. I would go to... My grandparents place bc it's PEACEFUL

12. My mind went blank- maybe cuddles in a field of sunflowers while reading/drawing?? Does that count?

13. Hmmm... Perhaps

14. I would Fucking change some things in my house... Also save some of it

15.

Can't say I am... But i am SIMPING

16. Nah

17. Meh.. There is always someone pissing me off so I'm mostly annoyed

18. I want both my arms full tatooed

19. I actually love my name😔

20. Drawing

21. A Fucking angel and funny as shit... One of the only people who knows how to tune my inner butch into a soft hoe

22. I- I don't have any blogs to tag I just... Meh?

23. Grace Vanderwall, xutos e pontapés, fall out boy, Alex Brightman, my friend friend noah😔😔

24. Australia, Thailand And IRELAND!

25. Drawing with my dog next to me in the middle of a field of flowers

26. I FREAKING LOVE FALL!!!! DPOOPY SEASON! SWEATER WEATHER! PRETTY EVERYTHING!

27. People who make sounds while eating or who stare too much

28. My good friend P😌he's a Fucking hoot

29. TREASURE PLANEEEETTTTTT

30.@gold-kobold their blog is absolutely amazing!!

31. PAPER ALL DAY EVERY DAY

32. The world of trollhunters without a doubt

33. A mix between vintage/80s/90s/cottage aesthetic

34. Black iced coffee... With no sugar at all

35. Yesh 🤡🤡🤡

36. Yeesh... Nope

37. Nein! Too broke for that-

38. Occasionally

39. oop more confidential info-

40. Hm... I used to! I moved on tho

41. I think... 159(How?? Like where did yall come from???)

42 Tim hiddleston/daveed diggs

43. I do not like pants or shoes... I never wear those at home

44. Rarely but yes

45. The guy didn't say a single word to me... Took me the cinema and tried to impress me by telling me that he smoked 3 packs of cigarettes in a day-

46. Oof ... A LOT

47. Maybe lin Manuel Miranda?? OH! ZENDAYA!! THAT WOMAN HAS MY WHOLE SOUL HOLY SHIT-

48. Sense of humour, caring, someone who enjoys going out on adventures! Spontaneous and easy going... Someone I can talk to about anything and everything

49. The fam!! ( @andyl394 @binkysteebnpewter @breadgenie892 @nightunite), my platonic wife @smallgirl10101 and some school friends that are my BABIES

50. Those cozy hours when all is golden... Not too cold and not too hot😔

[dancefloors]

As an english person I can confirm the hundred is such a load of bullshit, it's basically t20 minus 3 overs and the lbw rule (because of course common folk are too stupid to understand it🙄). The ECB will literally do anything to pussyfoot around the real issue facing cricket in england which is the massive amount of elitism, the current test squad is something like 45% privately educated which is higher than oxbridge students ffs

it's just to draw in crowds and commercialise the sport by boxing it into a simplified digestible 3 hours. and if I'm all for fun but why water down the sport if T20 already exists as a viable format! also I had no idea about the elitism thing.. yeesh! no wonder there's so many tories

[embarrassingsmartphonegame]

Anything (Chapter 2) - Nik Ryder x f!MC

Summary: After surviving an attempt on her life, she discovers there are worse fates than dying. And they’re all ice cold. 

Warnings for this chapter: descriptions of depression, excessive alcohol usage, non-explicit sexual content

Link to the previous chapter

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Three months later.

Nothing.

Nothing.

‘Still nothing.’ Leah groaned as she rolled over to the other side of her queen bed. The other side was cold; she estimated that the woman from the previous night left a few hours prior. What was her name? Something that started with an A: Aisha, Asha, Ashley? Whatever, it didn’t matter. The name of the man from 2 nights ago didn’t, and neither did all the others.

Wordlessly, she got up and walked around her bedroom, shivering as her bare skin made contact with the air. It was already May; why was she always so cold? She considered for a moment packing some broccoli in her lunch because she read somewhere that being cold all the time could mean she was anemic, but she had to rush that morning to get to work on time so no time for lunch.

“Good morning!” she greeted as she entered the office, putting on her usual chipper facade. No one looked up, save for old Rob from accounting who gave her a grunt in response. When she got to her cubicle, she let her face slip into the same old neutral expression and got to work. 

‘Fri-yay,’ she thought to herself sarcastically as she read the latest TGIF email from Janice from HR. Bless her heart for trying to keep morale up in their office. Leah deleted it immediately. More paperwork, more emails, more denying invitations to co-workers’ baby showers. The day passed by in its usual gray, clicking blur. She never did get her broccoli; that would’ve been a wild day if she did.

She got home that day at precisely 5:30pm like she did every other day. At 5:45pm she had her usual small dinner prepared, and at 6:00pm she’d finished eating while mindlessly watching a trashy reality show involving a woman from Brazil coming to the U.S. to marry some ugly guy who still lived with his mother. She snorted at their antics, and the episode and her meal ended quickly. She tried for the millionth time that month to take part in her beloved hobbies again: dance, paint, pluck at the strings of her old violin. 

“Years of violin lessons...these fingers are like lightning!” She slipped the rings off the goblins’ fingers as Nik started an argument to distract them, her mischievous grin never leaving her face.

She pushed down the aching in her chest at the intrusive thought, picking up her bow.

“My mom still plays!” she quipped, strolling with her newfound father through the warm glow of Lamrian.

Leah almost slammed her beloved violin down, but she kept control. She always did. It was only 8:00pm: too early to go to bed and get nightmares again. Wordlessly, she slinked into the only clean dress she had left: a little red number whose bloodstains and memories she knew wouldn’t get noticed in the dark by the other club goers or her. She didn’t want to wear it. But it was either that or a maroon velvet dress with thigh high slits and even more painful memories. She’d meant to throw that maroon dress away, but when she got home 3 months before it was hurriedly buried deep within her closet and she didn’t have the energy to look through it. Piles of dirty laundry were scattered through the floor of her room and she pushed them under the bed in a sorry attempt to make it look somewhat presentable. She lined her eyes with black eyeshadow and eyeliner and slipped into some heels before leaving her apartment.

Nothing.

She woke up with the red dress on the floor the next morning, her bed thankfully cold and empty again. It always was annoying if someone tried to stay, but she was now usually able to go after the ones who wouldn’t. But something was different this time; her phone was buzzing. She groaned, thinking it was her another courtesy invite to a baby shower. To her relief, it was a text from Kristin, and she read and responded to it through squinting, hangover afflicted eyes:

Kristin: heyyyyy bestie! surprise, I’m coming to your town tonight! I miss you xx

Leah: Huh way to give me a heads up, bitch! Lol jk, I miss you too and you know I’m not busy. Dinner and drinks later?

Kristin: you know it babe

Leah suddenly remembered it was Saturday, so she didn’t have to go to work that day and deal with the endless indifference of corporate life. Her thighs sore and bruised from the previous night, she slipped on a large white t-shirt and silently headed to her kitchen. There wasn’t much; she hadn’t gone grocery shopping in 10 days and used the last of her groceries for dinner the previous night. She sat at her small dining room table, stirring her usual cinnamon into her coffee and flipping through the messages of that week: a picture of Cal and Donny on a fishing trip, a sample of Vera’s latest song, Katherine talking about her latest catch. A rare genuine smile graced her features as she responded to all of them, making sure to apologize for taking a week and a half to respond...again. She tried to warm herself up with the coffee and cinnamon combination, and she hugged herself without much success.

The rest of the day passed by slowly, and the only productive thing she did was throw her giant pile of dirty laundry in one washing machine and then the dryer. Who cared if the clothes weren’t supposed to be washed together? Certainly not Leah. Pretty soon it was 10:00pm and she stood in front of the one club in her small town waiting for Kristin.

“Leahhhh!!!” Kristin squealed and ran over, pulling her into a tight hug. Leah inhaled sharply; she may have healed very fast and the skin was nowhere close to being open, but the scars were still slightly tender to the touch. She told all her hookups she had open heart surgery as a child, and they never questioned it. She hugged Kristin back and bit back a groan of pain. 

“Kristin!! I’m so happy to see you!” And she meant it. She actually meant it, especially after she almost lost her because of the...she shook her head, willing those memories away. Ignoring the stinging on her chest, she hugged Kristin tighter, jumping up and down a little. “So why exactly are you here?”

“What? I can’t just see my best friend?” Leah raised an eyebrow, but she let it go. Asking Kristin to explain anything she did was like asking a fish to explain astrophysics in Latin. Last time she tried was junior year of college and Leah would never get those 45 nonsensical minutes of her life back. It wasn’t unusual behavior for her to take a random trip to see her over the years anyway.

“You’re right, let’s get some shots in us!” Leah and Kristin hopped over to the bar, and pretty soon there was a line of tequila glittering in the darkness. Music blared out of large speakers, vibrating in their ears. They each clinked a shot glass together and knocked it back. Leah immediately felt warm and dizzy and her face flushed, since she hadn’t eaten anything that day. In fact, she didn’t remember much of what she did that day...or really the past few days. 

Leah laughed as Kristin launched into a story from something weird that happened to her back in New York, and pretty soon the line of shots was empty with Leah drinking most of it in a span of 15 minutes. The rest of the night passed in a blur. Random men kept buying them drinks and Leah kept chugging them, unconsciously desperate to feel that warm and dizzying effect some more. It felt like she was drifting off into space as she danced with some guy named JT or whoever who worked for ClickIt. She swayed to the music and let him run his lips across her neck and bend her over without a care in the world. Nothing, nothing, nothing mattered to her at that moment. Nothing. Until she felt soft hands pulling her away and dragging her through the crowd and away from the shouting man behind her. She blearily looked at whoever was pulling her, and she was surprised to see it was Kristin with an uncharacteristically sober, serious look on her face. 

“Yeesh, Kristin, since when have you been the one to cockblooooock?” Leah joked, her words slurred. Kristin led her to a quieter corner with a free couch and sat her down. To her surprise, Leah felt Kristin tugging at her dress, and she realized that she was actually placing it back over her chest. And she was too drunk to worry about her scar showing.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Kristin said, holding her by the shoulders.

Leah snorted. “Good one.”

“Leah, seriously, I never say this. But you’ve had enough.” Kristin swiped the drink from her hand that she didn’t even realize she was holding (and spilling on herself).

“Hey, what the hell! What’s gotten into you?” Leah pouted.

“Uhhhh what’s gotten into you is more like it! You’ve been acting really weird these past few months and we’re all worried!”

“‘We?’”

“Me and Vee. You’re not yourself,” Kristin explained, gazing into her brown eyes intensely. Leah inhaled sharply.

“What are you talking about? I’m still Leah! Come on, Kristin, I’m just having fun!”

“No you’re not.”

“What?”

“Honestly, Leah, I know I’m your party queen friend, but we’ve also been best friends since we were 18. I know you’re not having fun because your smile is sooo fake and it’s only because of the alcohol. And that guy you just kissed? Totally not your type.”

“Well ok fine maybe I’m having a midlife crisis or something. Been invited to too many baby showers and shit,” muttered Leah, her drunken brain letting words slip out.

“You’re 25!”

“I could die at 50!” ‘Technically did die at 25,’ she thought bitterly as she tried to reach for her drink in Kristin’s hand, but her best friend held it away from her.

“Seriously, Leah, this isn’t you!” declared Kristin, shaking her a little.

“What isn’t me?!” Leah started shouting, frustrated.

“All of this! The responses to texts that take weeks, the fact that you don’t play the violin anymore, the fact that you’re so goddamn skinny now! Leah, I think you really need help,” Kristin pleaded, her warm puppy dog eyes glimmering in the darkness.

“Kristin, really, I’m fine. I’m just busy with work, that’s all.” Even in her drunken state, Leah knew she was deflecting. 

“At that job you hate and put minimal effort into? You really expect me to believe that? I know this is about how you got attacked in New Orleans.”

“Don’t,” whispered Leah, a chill running down her spine. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Did you forget I got mugged and was in the hospital for a week? I still have no idea what happened, but I can tell you I get it more than you think.” Guilt flashed through Leah’s throbbing mind as she recalled Kristin pale and prone in that alleyway before she ran to try to evade the bloodwraith. If it weren’t for her being around, Kristin wouldn’t have gotten hurt. It was all her fault. Leah stayed silent.

Kristin continued. “I know you. You thought since you almost died, you should stop taking risks, stop putting your own life in danger. You stopped being your usual brave, chaotic self. So you ran back to Wyoming—which, may I remind you, you only came back here after college to care for your dad and he’s gone now. You hate your job, you hate where you live, you don’t even talk to your mom anymore; why are you still here? And don’t tell me it’s because you can’t find work anywhere else; I know you haven’t tried yet. I thought you wanted things to be different this year.”

Leah flinched at the mention of her dad—no, stepdad. It was true. She did come back to care for him after college, but he eventually succumbed to the cancer after years of her caring for him. She and her mom were never close in the first place, and she definitely couldn’t face her after Elric. “Ok maybe I decided to play it safe from now on. What’s wrong with that? I was too reckless in New Orleans and that’s what almost got me killed.”

“What’s wrong is you’re contradicting yourself.” Kristin gestured at the rest of the club. “Playing it safe yet you’re constantly here and getting drunk and sleeping with a new person almost every night for the last month. I know you haven’t been eating well and you haven’t been talking to your friends as much. You’re literally depressed now, and I can’t stand by and let you go on like this.”

“...Maybe you have a point,” she finally conceded, running a hand through her hair. It was no use arguing. “But I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know what exactly I’m running from.”

“Love.”

“What?”

“You know what I’m talking about. You fell in love and you’re scared. When I saw you in New Orleans with that Nik guy, I haven’t seen you that alive in years.” Leah froze at Kristin’s unintentionally poor choice of words, but then rolled her eyes. She had no idea there was more, even if a small, buried deep part of her admitted Nik was part of the reason she left. Leah pushed down her last happy memory of them dancing on the float at Mardi Gras.

“Kristin, I knew him for a week.” And what a hell of a week that was. “Sure he was hot, but it was clearly just a fling. Come on, you know I’m not that stupid.”

“I’m not saying you’re stupid and this is just about a guy. But you are running away from things. Come on, can you really say you’re happy here?”

For the first time in months, she inadvertently let warm tears roll down her cheeks and sobs catch in her throat, and she had never felt more human, more alive since leaving New Orleans. Kristin wrapped her arms around her and let her cry as some new pop song about being in love with a liar blared from the speakers of the bar. Leah leaned into the familiarity of it all, feeling like a 19-year-old getting her heart broken for the first time again. This time she was a heartbroken 25-year-old pondering how her life turned out this way. As her sobs turned to hiccups, she thought about how lucky she was to have a friend like Kristin, who’d been calling her out on all her bullshit since day one. The two stayed in the corner for a few more hours, allowing them to catch up more.

At around 4am she and Kristin parted ways, promising to stay in touch better. Kristin gave her a weary look as she headed back to her hotel. Leah stumbled back into her apartment and into her bed, alone for the first time in a month. She wrapped herself in a ball in a blanket and closed her eyes. 

Crrrkkk!

Leah’s eyes snapped open. With trembling hands, she took out the baseball bat from under her bed and poised it up in her arms, ready to take on whoever was breaking into her apartment. She stalked as quietly as she could (which was not very) outside of her bedroom and turned the lights on in her living room to see if anyone--or anything--was there. The bat clanged to the floor as her eyes took in the figure in front of her. 

“...Father?!”

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Tagging: @furiouscloddonutpeanut @nighthunterkatherine @saivilo @samara-rani @god-save-the-keen  @xxdangerouscapri15xx 

A/N: Lol so how about that Nightbound finale? I personally got frustrated with both the fact that it’s a standalone and how they handled Nik and MC’s diamond ending where MC basically begs Nik to love them and all of a sudden things are okay. Of course this fic is taking some liberties (mainly because I wrote the first chapter before the finale) for that added drama. Also yes, MC almost hooked up with TJ from LoveHacks because I can’t think of anything more embarrassing. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter I promise we’ll see our favorite cursed Nighthunter. I don’t know how fast I’ll update this, since I’m moving and starting medical school soon, but writing is my stress relief and I’ll try my best to make it not too long.

[emoselenas]

woodland creatures - day 4 (orlando pt. 2)

was i excited to be on tour? yes. was i also super nervous about going on tour before leaving? also yes.

was i excited to go to disney springs? Y E S. was it the one thing i knew i could look forward to even if i sucked at every fucking show??? 

B I G  Y E S. 

my poor bandmates. i said the night before, “hey, i just realized, we never actually really discussed going to disney springs.” and they were like, “yeah.”

but! we went anyway!!! bless their hearts!!!

the morning after staying up and partying was rough. i had the NASTIEST hangover. my headache was so severe that i couldn’t even fall back asleep following 5 hours of rest. i popped some advil and tried to get a couple more hours in but it was impossible, so i just got up and showered. the guys brought back panera for lunch, and then once everyone was ready we were off to disney springs. i could tell everyone was worried it was gonna be lame, i felt it in the air lmao. i was also worried i was leading them to a miserable afternoon in the hot florida weather. but i figured if they hated it we could always leave.

we pull up to disney springs and there is some semblance of what i remembered from the last time i was there but also a lot that i DID NOT recognize. the parking garages were definitely new. they had sensors over each parking spot that could indicate whether or not a car was in the spot, and it would update an LED screen outside the entrance with how many spots were available on each floor. i thought that was really cool. there were gardens on the sides of the garages too. we then go up some stairs and down an escalator to get in, and hooooly shit i was blown away. there was a brand new area that had a fountain and all of the shops looked reminiscent of spanish architecture. it was so beautiful. 

we got group pictures in front of the fountain, and then i decided to get a happy birthday pin from guest relations lmfao. i wanted to see if i could get any free shit by just waltzing around with a birthday pin on. i was unsuccessful but i had never been in or near disney on my birthday anyways so i just rolled with it. we started to the right and went to world of disney, marketplace co-op, the lego store and the pin trading shop. 

i was completely overwhelmed by how big all of the stores were. there was so much cool shit. i really thought i would have an easy time abstaining from spending money, since my sister was literally just there and got me the one thing i wanted, but i did NOT. at world of disney i bought ANOTHER pair of minnie ears, the rose gold sparkly ones lmfao. not usually my style, but there weren’t any others i was crazy about. joe got a shirt and ryan bought some stuff for his girlfriend christina. i wanted clothes but i decided to wait to see if there might be better merchandise elsewhere.

we moved on to marketplace co-op and i immediately found a disney world long sleeve shirt i loved so i grabbed that. i alsoooo balled out and got a print of the most beautiful mulan painting i have ever seen. it was a depiction of one of my favorite parts in the movie, when she is singing reflection and chops off her fuckin hair, but in the garden instead of the shrine. that movie means very very much to me as an asian american!!! besides that i got emperor’s new groove patches later on in the afternoon and that was all i spent my money on. $138 later. yeesh.

my friends eton and jeri who came to the show the night before wanted to meet up for food and drinks, so i walked over to frontera cucina. i thought maybe my bandmates might join us but they weren’t hungry and it was more of a sit down place, so we parted ways for an hour. i hadn’t seen eton and jeri since they moved down to orlando in january, holy shit. it was so good to hang out with them. we caught up and enjoyed some really good lunch. i ordered a gin and tonic that had a whole ass cucumber peel wrapped around the glass and pork belly tacos. i bugged out bad because eton wouldn’t let me pay nor could i get his venmo from jeremiah to cover my portion. it was so sweet of them to treat me. i met them through jeremiah, i always tell him how much i love his friends and how they’ve become my friends the more we all hang out together. it sucks our time was so damn brief but i’m just glad i got to see them.

after late lunch i met back up with everyone and we walked around a little longer, but i mistakenly let us stay a little later and lost track of time. it was just about time to start heading over to hail the sun. i felt really bad because people mentioned wanting to go swimming or take a nap and i effectively robbed everyone of any allotted leisure activity time by wanting to gallavant around more. i was definitely just as wiped as everyone, but i hadn’t been back to disney in forever. we hurried back to the van and drove back to kissimmee. 

pulses. had been grilling and chillin at the airbnb all day, so they were ready for the gig when we got back. we got back just in time to leave when they did, like 15 minutes before. we both hopped in our respective vehicles and we were off. they always dropped snails in the tour chat and called us with snails ahead because we were slow with the van lmfao but it’s not MY FAULT the shit is SO HUGE damnit. i drove the van to the gig with josef, jaime and kris while ryan and santino stayed home. 

it’s interesting to go to a show in another state, it does feel pretty weird to go somewhere unfamiliar, but it really does feel the same as attending a show at home. people really are pretty much the same everywhere else, just different geographical locations and climates. the gig was really good but the venue was SO SMALL. too small. i like the soundbar but i might like it better if you didn’t have to wade your way through a crowd of swamp ass to get to the bathrooms alllll the way on the other side of the venue opposite of the entrance. plus, it got so packed that it was really difficult to be near the stage, let alone inside the building. for most of the show the 10 of us camped out in a really great spot near the bathrooms that wasn’t getting too much traffic and had its own bar so we stayed there.

we were at the show where sergio broke his headstock. i don’t think i’ve ever seen a show where sergio stands still the entire time, in the dozens of times i’ve seen him play. he was so close to that monitor/the ceiling but i didn’t suspect his guitar was going to break. i completely missed it because i was looking down at my phone (womp) but i heard everyone audibly gasp. that sucks dude. i think that was the only bummer the whole show though besides the heat and some sloppy drunks. pulses. are friends with zach garren so he was hanging out near us here and there throughout the night. daisy came to the gig so she came and found us, we hung out for a good portion of the show, too! it was a really good chance to talk more too after the gig the night before. she told us a lot about what the florida scene is like. we told her it’s infinitely better than the tri-state area LMAO. at least like, people show up to shows and STAY on a monday night which is insane. and then joseph arrington is a friend of ours so he said hi a couple times during the gig, afterwards him and i talked more when it was quieter. 

it is one of the greatest honors in my entire life that joseph arrington sees me as a homie. writing this under the presumption he’s never gonna see this lmao, but i have to pinch myself sometimes. we’ve been friends since we played the last ALLB tour september 2017. i introduced myself and mentioned that we had opened for sianvar’s 2016 tour at webster hall and he actually remembered us. ryan also introduced himself as one of his patreon donors and they talked for like 45 minutes. that show he asked for a CD (and it was years in waiting our older album too yikes lol there’s bangers on there but it doesn’t sound like us anymore) and he messaged me later that night like, “we’re listening in the van right now, you’re a great singer”. we’ve hung out at gigs a couple more times, whether we played together or either ryan or i went to go see him play. the fact he considers us peers is one of the most validating things i have. i’ve learned a lot of helpful insight from him. i have tremendous respect for him and couldn’t be more grateful that he actually likes us as musicians and as people. 

all of the bands of course were awesome, i couldn’t stand the heat enough to be inside for every single hail the sun song but i caught most of their set. it’s pretty insane to see them blow up like they have. they deserve it. and i think donovan is one of the best vocalists i’ve ever heard. that whole camp of blue swan musicians are just so talented. 

josef, jaime and kris graciously waited outside for me to finish talking to joe arrington, and during that time josef actually caught will swan outside. he said he had the chance to tell will swan deathstar is the reason he plays music and it made him very happy to do so. it had happened like a little bit before i came back outside. we then got lost trying to find the van and hilariously passed the actual entrance to the parking garage like 3 times. it was literally across the street and i led them around the block twice. 

we went back to the airbnb for one more swim and we almost had another super late night legit just talking to pulses. kris sat outside editing photos while some of the guys swam, some of us just sat with our feet in the pool. when we got back ryan and santino had been sleeping and i think i maybe saw santino get up once to go to the bathroom. i did really want to go to sleep but ughhhhh i also thought to myself, i can sleep when i get home from tour. i get really bad FOMO every day of my life. so we stayed up and we talked about all things dance gavin dance, blue swan, our local scene, and bein in a band. it’s insane how alike we all are in our way of thinking. i also find it hard to open up to other bands though because it seems like no one else sees playing music and trying to grow a band the way we do. i just wanted to eat up any time i could bonding with pulses., taylor and tyler. thankfully we weren’t up until 4 am again but legit any time up spending time with all of my friends was worth it.

[cherithcutestory]

Full moon! - manifestation and adding extra power to intentions

DJ: Yeesh. Not a great night for dreams. I had one where I had to kill some puppies/ either drown them or hit them on the head with a hammer/ one where I made an online order for KFC but the order didn’t go through/ I tried to make the order there but the staff were getting annoyed and started mocking me/ I tried to tell the manager but she got in on the ribbing/ my secret goal was to steal a bubble milk in a fancy glass/ I was denied

Sleep was ok. Ellie slept down here and fell off the bed at some point in the night. She got back on the bed and fell back asleep. My legs are sore again and my eyes are tired. Today is my eye exam so, good luck to me. Probably slept about 8 hours 45 minutes. That might not bode well for tonight. Someday I’ll figure out what’s going on in my brain. It’ll really help when I get more witchy and aware of what’s going on at all times. I think that’s the main power of religion over science. Logical people aren’t typically apt to see signs and feel energy changes around them. That’s me to a tee. Way way too logical. It’s a crutch.

[dwyguyhikes]

Cascade Mountain

13.0 mile roundtrip

5,396 feet elevation gain

Link: https://www.alltrails.com/trail/us/utah/cascade-mountain-via-dry-fork-canyon

Another day another attempt to cross off one of the Wasatch 7. This time I was joined by Emily, who would be attempting the longest hike she’d ever done in her life. We decided on Cascade Mountain, which (per AllTrails) should take roughly 8-9 hours to roundtrip.

We set off super early in the morning and drove about an hour and a half to the trailhead. The last 45 minutes were on a rough, dirt road. My poor Honda Civic was not a fan of the terrain, but we somehow made it through. It was just about 8 am when we left the car and hit the trail.

Being a summit climb, the hike was almost entirely uphill. We started off with a narrow trail, rich foliage brushing against our legs the whole time. We weren’t breaking any records for time, but we kept a slow and steady pace. After a couple of miles, the trail opened up into a huge valley with sprawling meadows. I loved how we were the only ones in the area and how the trees seemed to shimmer in the breeze.

After taking a look at the map, we determined that the mountain we thought was Cascade Mountain was not actually Cascade Mountain – it was in the complete opposite direction, and it became quickly apparent that getting to the top meant summitting a bunch of other, smaller mountains first. Still hopeful, we pushed on.

As we got higher the trees completely disappeared, and we had no escape from the brutal sun. We were burning through water and sunscreen, and it became clear that this hike was going to be much harder than we thought. As we climbed all of the false summits, we kept losing the trail, too! There were no markings anywhere, and we constantly ended up scrambling over huge, loose rocks while we tried to figure out where we were supposed to be walking. It was EXHAUSTING, mentally and physically. Our motto became “when in doubt, climb uphill,” and that seemed to work out for the most part.

After what felt like endless hills, we finally reached the summit… of the mountain NEXT TO Cascade Mountain. Per the map, we still had another mile to the summit. Per our eyes, it looked like 3 miles of straight incline. We had already been hiking for 7 hours (and AllTrails said it should be 8 round-trip) and our water supply was getting to dangerous levels. In a rare moment of responsibility, we decided to make the safe call and turn around before hitting the summit.

The way back was even more treacherous than the way up. The trail was again hard to track, and the loose rock combined with our fatigue made it terrifying on some of the downhill parts that went across the top of cliffsides. We did find some dope spots where you could yell and hear an incredibly distinct echo (guess which word I yelled… it rhymes with “weenis”).

After the dangerous section full of loose scree, we finally made it back to the valley. We thought this would be easier, but it proved to be equally difficult. Exhausted and walking on fist-sized rocks, we were stumbling all over the place. To make it worse, we ended up running out of water with roughly 3 miles left (good thing we turned around early, or we would have been in huge trouble). Frustration piled high, and we walked in silence except for the occasional curse word directed at a rock that rolled an ankle.

After 11 and a half excruciating hours, we finally made it back to the car. Dehydrated and tired to the point of tears, now we just had to drive home. The rocky road did a number on my car, and I was having an especially tough time seeing with the sun in my eyes (someone had broken into my car earlier that week and stole my prescription sunglasses, which I’m sure they got a ton of use out of). When we finally made it back the highway, I wanted to get out of the car and kiss the paved road that I had missed so much. We stopped for food and drinks then went home and straight to bed. Yeesh

I’m never one to say a hike was bad because you can’t have a bad time when you’re spending it outside. But this hike sucked. It sucked a lot. My feet still hurt 4 days later as I’m writing this! But one day I’ll be back – I’m not leaving Utah without standing at the top of all of the Wasatch 7.