#I'll post this to clock app later

[section-chief-prentiss]

Maternity Leave (part 2/3)

Summary: As your labor progresses, you realize you might not get the birth plan you'd hoped for.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Reader 

Word Count: 1247

TWs: pregnancy, labor, fluff, comfort, blood

A/N: I got carried away with this one, so there will be one more part to wrap up this story that I'll post tomorrow!

Ao3

PART ONE PART THREE PART FOUR

“It’s time?” Emily asked, her eyes crinkled with joy.

“It’s time,” you confirmed, feeling breathless now, wincing from the pain rolling through you.

Emily leaned forward to kiss you, and you melted into it, moaning under your breath.

“Later,” she whispered against your lips.

You pouted when she pulled away, throwing her clothes back on and grabbing the hospital bag from the closet and the exercise ball from your workout room next door.

Once everything was together, your wife gently pulled you to your feet and helped you dress. “Note the time,” she reminded you. “We need to know how far apart your contractions are.”

You glanced at the clock on your nightstand and made a mental note, grabbing your phone to pull up a labor app your doctor had recommended to time the contractions.

Emily loaded up the car before coming back for you to gently ease you into the passenger’s seat. You didn’t need quite this level of coddling, but you knew this was her love language, so you didn’t stop her, either.

Emily gently backed the car out of your driveway, and you secured your seatbelt over your body, but the constriction immediately added to your discomfort. You shifted as another contraction rolled through you and hit the button on your phone to time it.

“Breathe, love,” Emily said gently, merging onto the road. You nodded, taking slow, deep breaths, and waiting for the pain to pass.

You didn’t live far from the hospital, but DC traffic had its own ideas for your evening and slowed down your travel. Emily called to let the hospital know you were coming, but you weren’t sure how long you could labor in the car. One hand clenched around the door handle, squeezing with all your might as the contractions shortened and intensified.

Emily pulled some questionable driving techniques, but you were in too much pain and filled with too much relief to see the emergency room doors approaching to care.

A nurse waited outside the entrance with a wheelchair and gently helped you into it before wheeling you inside, as Emily swung around to park somewhere potentially illegal, you gathered based on how quickly she returned to your side, belongings under her arms.

“I’m Amanda,” the nurse said. Though you couldn’t see her, there was an air of authority around her that you immediately trusted. “I’ll be your main nurse today, but there will be a few of us floating in and out.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said, rubbing your belly.

“Y/N, how far apart are your contractions?”

“Every five minutes or so,” you said, hissing as another reared its head. You rubbed your swollen stomach and hummed, closing your eyes to help your focus.

“That one was only four,” Emily murmured to the nurse.

They didn’t stop moving until you were in a hospital room, and you glanced suspiciously at Emily with a raised eyebrow, wondering how she bypassed the check-in process. She grinned at you in return, and you realized it was probably better to not know.

You stripped and changed into a hospital gown, and Amanda began hooking you up to monitors, explaining what she was doing as she moved, but another contraction distracted you. You trusted that Emily was paying attention enough for the both of you.

Kneeling on the bed, you swayed your hips back and forth, and Emily pressed into the sides of them—a trick you’d picked up on in birthing class—and you sighed when some of the pressure lessened.

“I need to check your dilation when you’re ready,” Amanda said.

You nodded, feeling the wave of pain subside before lying on the bed. Laying on your back only heightened your discomfort, but you reminded yourself this would pass quickly.

“7 centimeters,” the nurse said, sounding impressed. “You’re progressing quickly. You said this is your first?”

You nodded, debating already if this would be your last.

“You’re the woman that other women are jealous of,” the nurse said with a wink. “I’ll be back to check you in a bit.”

You were already sweating with effort, and Emily dabbed at your forehead with a cold compress.

“You’re doing great, baby,” she said, stroking your hair.

“I know I said I wanted her out today,” you said, shifting to a sitting position. “But I think I changed my mind.”

Emily chuckled. “I’m afraid it’s too late now. What can I do to help?”

“Can you help me to the ball?” you said, nodding toward the exercise ball.

Emily grabbed your arms and hoisted you up with little difficulty, hovering nearby as you positioned yourself on the ball and began swiveling your hips.

As the next few contractions rolled through, the pain and duration increased. Your pain tolerance was high—you’d wanted to try and give birth without pain medication—but you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out. Quiet, deep breaths transitioned into guttural moans that sounded like they came from outside your body, the pressure increasing where the baby shifted downward.

Some time later, the nurse peeked her head in again. “How are we doing?”

You were still seated on the ball, but your arms rested on your hospital bed, and you leaned against it for support.

“I’ve gotta be close, right?” you panted. “This is agonizing.”

Emily and the nurse helped you shift back into the bed for another check, and the nurse looked back up at you with sympathetic eyes. “Still at 7, I’m afraid.”

“That can’t be right,” you moaned, feeling a familiar pressure. “Measure again.”

But you were cut off with pain ripping through you, feeling as though you were being torn in half. Emily offered you her hand and you squeezed it with all your strength, closing your eyes to throw your head back and scream. This was unbearable—how were you not pushing yet?

As the contraction waned, you opened your eyes to find Emily pale and the nurse smoothing her expression into something neutral.

Your stomach sank—that wasn’t the face of someone with good news.

“Y/N, I’m going to page your doctor. It looks like we have some bleeding, so we may need to bring you down for a c-section.”

You shook your head. “No, I didn’t want a c-section—this wasn’t the plan.”

“I know, love,” Emily said, stroking your hair that was damp with sweat. “But we have to keep you and baby safe.”

You knew she was right and hated it. You wanted the birth experience your friends had had—the beautiful moment of delivering her and the doctor laying her on your chest.

You knew that since you didn’t have an epidural yet, a c-section meant you’d likely be put under. You didn’t want to wake up and miss the birth of your daughter. Miss those initial, crucial bonding moments.

Emily, reading all of these thoughts on your face, kissed the top of your head and said, “I know.”

But though the contraction ended, there was a new pain that wasn’t subsiding, and you knew in your heart that something was wrong.

“Save her, please,” you begged, as Amanda paged in backup to start rolling your bed toward an operating room.

“How about we save you both?” the nurse said, perfectly calm.

You tried to focus on her comforting gaze, but feelings of being lightheaded and overwhelmed overpowered you, and the hallway spun around you. As you tipped into unconsciousness, the last sensation you registered was of Emily grabbing your hand.

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[joelslegalwhre]

Baby close the door...

pairing⁀➷ lando norris x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 590 more or less

summary⁀➷ Lando and you had a song on your minds the whole day. When you hear him mumble-singing it on stream you can't resist but join him.

warnings⁀➷ fluff, female reader

a/n⁀➷(as always: tell me if I missed a warning!) This was inspired by one of Lando’s streams :)

requested; heyy can I have one with Lando pls? I don't care about what, you can choose

You and Lando had just finished dinner. As you brought the plates back to the kitchen you looked at the clock. "Do you stream later?" you asked Lando. "Yeah, but not long, only for an hour or so, I think." he answered while closing the dishwasher.

You nodded and smiled at him. Lando wrapped his arms around you and kissed you on your hair. You didn't mind it at all when he was streaming on Twitch. You had developed your little routine for when he was gaming.

He gave you a kiss and went upstairs to get his stream started. "Have fun!" you called after him.

"Thanks!" Lando shouted from the stairs. You decided to get the night started by taking a hot shower. As you passed Landos' gaming room, you could already hear him talking and laughing.

The warm water calmed you down as it was pattering down your back. You washed your hair and body and got out of the shower. With only a towel wrapped around your body, you tiptoed to your room to get something to put on. As you opened the closed you could see one of Lando's joggers, so you couldn't resist and grabbed it. You decided on a sleeping shirt and Lando's joggers, which were just way more comfortable than your own. You made your way back to the bathroom and the warmth was embracing you.

Some time had passed, as you walked out of the bathroom. Lando's door was open, it always was because basically the whole world knew you two were dating, so he just left it open. You could hear him singing a song he'd been muttering the whole day, and at some point, you did too. Both of you didn't know where it came from but after some time you started joking about it.

"Baby close the door.."

"And turn the lights down low." you finished as you picked in, smiling at him. Lando turned around surprised and grinned at you. "Chat, look who's here!" he excitedly said to his camera. The chat was going crazy, they all welcomed you and were happy to see you.

"Come here, baby." Lando said and patted on his lap.

"Heyy." you said, waving at the camera. The chat was already noticing that you wore Landos joggers and were commenting how cute you two were.

"Guys, Y/N is wearing Landos pants!" "Okay, but how cute are they?"

"They are literally perfect for each other."

"Ily Y/N"

"Lando keep her!" "If not we will."

You could see that Lando was playing Call of Duty so you decided not to interrupt him any longer.

"Alright, have fun. I'll be downstairs." you said and gave him a quick kiss before waving goodbye at the camera. "Bye Chat!" The comments immediately flooded in "No, don't go!" "Bye Y/N"

Lando shouted an "I love you!" after you as you were already going down the stairs. "| love you too!" you shouted back.

After you left, Lando was reading some more questions. "Have you eaten yet?" he read aloud. His lips curled up, thinking of you. "Yeah I did, earlier with Y/N".

"Are you excited for Turkey?". "Yes, of course, I am." he smiled. There were some more questions about the upcoming race which he answered. "Is y/n coming with you?" Lando then read aloud. He proudly smiled as he answered, "Yes, she is."

༄ Don't copy, translate or republish any of my works on any app or other platform please. I only post my work on Tumblr and Wattpad.

Reposts are always appreciated, they really make my day🧡

[hbosucc]

Greg Hirsch x Reader

Ok being brave and posting the first chapter!! It's an x Reader fic (I used Y/N, so much nostalgia lol) with few descriptions of the reader insert, besides afab/uses female pronouns, works as a tutor, and is mid-20's in age.

First up, Content Warnings: This fic is for readers 18+ only. The first two chapters aren't explicitly NSFW, but later chapters will be.

Content Warnings for:

Sexual Content: consensual, protected sex between two adult characters, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), p in v, slight power play (choking, one partner holding the other's wrists down, all consensual).

Swearing

Alcohol & (in one of the later chapters, I will put another warning at the top when I post it) drug use

The Roy family & their whole mess lmao

If I can think of anything else I'll make sure to add it!

A few other things:

I found out about the allegations against Nicholas Braun (Greg's actor) after I'd already written most of this fic, and I do not condone his alleged actions at all. This fic is only about the character he played.

Greg is kind of a pathetic, goofy little man. I really can't explain my attraction to him!! I simply had to write this fic to get all that out so I can go on with my life lmao.

Chapter 1: First Date

I took a seat at the bar, anxiously checking my phone again. I’d met people from dating apps before, but was still always a bit nervous beforehand. First dates, in general, freaked me out. But the man I’d arranged to meet was really cute—in his pictures, at least—and the bar he’d suggested was fancy and well-populated, so I decided to brave my nerves and wait a while longer for him to show.

          Taking a slow sip of my gin and tonic, I surveyed the room, narrowing my eyes. Usually, I would’ve waited for my date to arrive before ordering, but he was late, and I was hoping the drink would settle my nerves.

          Was that him? His bio had listed his height as 6’5”, which I’d initially thought must’ve been an exaggeration. If that was him, he certainly hadn’t been lying. I watched as he glanced around, looking almost panicked, until his eyes landed on me. He visibly relaxed, his lips turning up into a smile as he headed towards me.

          “Hi, Y/n?” He asked, and I nodded, looking him up and down. He was late, after all; I couldn’t go too easy on him. He slid onto the stool next to mine, unwinding a scarf from around his neck. I couldn’t help but notice his hands: large and long fingered. With his height, I’d be surprised if he wasn’t seriously packing below the belt. I snuck a look down at his shoes, clocking their size while he ordered himself a drink.

          “Would you like another?” He asked. My gaze snapped back up to meet his.

          “That would be great, thanks. Gin and tonic.”

          He turned back to the bartender to order for me and open a tab. I finished my first drink and the second appeared almost immediately.

          “I’m like, so, so sorry I’m late. I should’ve messaged to let you know, I just, work was literally insane today.” He blew out a long breath, and I felt bad for him for a moment. Unless he was a fantastic actor, he seemed genuinely frazzled.

          “Well, I suppose I can forgive you, as long as you keep the drinks coming.” I smiled to let him know I was joking—well, mostly—and was rewarded with a nervous laugh. “What do you do for work? It wasn’t in your bio.”

          “I—well, I work for a media company.”

          “This is New York, Greg, you’ve got to be more specific than that.” I rolled my eyes, but stopped when I saw how apprehensive he looked. “Unless you’re under an NDA or something, of course. If you tell me, you’d have to kill me, and all that?”

          “Something like that, yeah.” He ran a hand over his dark hair and gave another nervous chuckle.

          “That’s okay, we don’t have to talk about work. Mine’s pretty boring, anyways.”

          “Oh, what do you do?” He asked, straightening up.

          “I’m a tutor at one of the private schools on the upper-east side. English, mostly, though I can do most other subjects in a pinch.”

          “That’s impressive, you work at one of those rich people schools?” He raised his eyebrows. “You have to be, like, really smart to work at one of those.”

          “I suppose so.” I laughed, almost choking on my drink. I liked his bluntness. Most people use bluntness as an excuse to be an absolute dick, but he was blunt in a nice way. It seemed as though he was incapable of pretense; he just said whatever came to mind, even if it didn’t come out in the most eloquent way.

          There was a beat of silence, and I stirred the lime wedges around in my glass. I knew I needed to slow down; my limit was typically three drinks. Less than ten minutes into the date and I was halfway there already. I was supposed to be pacing myself so I wouldn’t end up drunkenly throwing myself at him. Not that I was completely opposed to taking someone to bed on the first date, but I had to admit that was beginning to feel juvenile to me. If I liked someone enough, I preferred to let the tension build up for a bit first.

          “So,” I started, having realized that so far, he’d been asking all the questions. “Did you grow up here, in New York?”

          We went over the usual first-date questions, and I began to feel more comfortable as the date went on. I’m sure this was partially due to the gin loosening my nerves, but Greg also just seemed so harmless. There was an initial timidity to him, but I could see the beginning of something else underneath that. Something in him wanted to break out, and I could feel myself growing intrigued by the idea of opening him up.

          “So, what are you, like—what brings you to the app? The one where we met, I mean.” He swiveled to angle his stool towards me, finishing off his first drink and catching the bartender’s eye to nod for another.

          “Well,” I tried to choose my words carefully. This was the part where I knew some guys would get scared off, and I liked Greg so far, so I hoped that wouldn’t happen. “I’d like to find something long-term, to be honest. I’ve dated people over the years, done the whole casual thing, but I’ve grown tired of it. What about you?”

          “Yeah, same, actually,” He nodded thoughtfully. “It’s just, like, so hard to find cool people, you know? People are so, like, fake nowadays.”

          “I suppose so. I think people have always been fake, to some degree, but now it’s just easier to see. Social media, and all that. Broadcasting every thought you have out into the world.” 

          “I didn’t even think about that,” His eyes widened in a nearly comical way, though I could tell he was being sincere. “but you’re absolutely right. People can just, like, send all their opinions out there, no matter how crazy.”

          “Exactly. I mean, I use social media, don’t get me wrong, but not to that extent.” I hastily added, “And I don’t think I’m better than other people for using it less often, or more discreetly, it’s just a preference.”

          “I feel like…I hope this isn’t too much, okay, but your voice is really nice. I feel like I could listen to you talk, like, all day. And you have all these smart things to say, too.”

          “Greg,” I was taken aback and quite flattered. He’d managed to fluster me. “I’m not that smart, I promise—and I say plenty of nonsensical things. If you’re around me enough, you’ll see lots of that. I’m just on my best behavior at the moment.”

          “Well, I’d be interested to see you on your worst behavior.” He said, then seemed to realize what he’d implied, and chuckled nervously. I could see his wheels turning, formulating an apology, and I cut him off.

          “Likewise.” I drained my drink through the straw, the toe of my boot nudging his leg as I turned to order another.

---

          “Are you sure you’ll be able to get home okay?” He asked. We were out in front of the now-closed bar, waiting for my ride.

          “I’m sure. It’s just an Uber, Greg, I’ve taken them hundreds of times.” I smiled up at him. It was freezing, and we were both bundled up in our coats, scarves, and gloves. I really did have to look up at him now that we were standing. He was nearly a foot taller than me, even in my heeled boots. “Are you sure you’ll get home okay?”

          “Yeah, okay, yeah I’m sure.” He sighed with a grin. “I do appreciate the concern, though.”

          “Well, you paid for all of our expensive-ass drinks, so it’s the least I can do.” I said. “Thank you for that, by the way. I’ll get the check next time, if you’d like.”

          “It’s no problem, really. I, um…I used to be really broke, not too long ago, actually, and it feels really nice to be able to pay for stuff now.”

          “I know that feeling.” I nodded. I squinted as a car pulled up to the curb across the street, barely able to make out the license number in the dark, and compared it against the one on my phone screen.

          “Well, that’s my ride,” I said, looking back up at him. “I would like to do this again, if you’d be interested.”

          “Yes, I would. I’d be…very interested,” He said, his breath seeming to catch in his throat.

          “That’s great to hear,” I stepped closer, pausing for a moment, wondering if he’d make a move. When he didn’t bend down to kiss me, I had to admit that I was disappointed, my stomach sinking, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment at my presumption. I stepped back, giving him a wave instead. “Well, I’ll see you, then.”

          “Yeah,” He cleared his throat, and he called after me as I crossed the street. “Let me know when you get home!”

          “I will. Goodnight, Greg.” I gave one last wave before shutting myself into the backseat of my Uber. The driver played music on a low volume the whole drive, and it began to snow lightly as we approached my apartment building. I got out and stood in the cold for a moment before heading upstairs, trying to wind myself down. It had been a good date, and I had thought I’d felt some chemistry between us. Though without the kiss that tended to punctuate a good first date, it was hard to tell for sure. I knew I would overthink it all if I let myself, so I got ready for bed, taking a sleeping pill so I wouldn’t stay awake and replay the date over and over in my mind, wondering if and where it’d gone wrong.

[humanmorph]

post about PAL 41. yeah you know which bit. (I deleted this post by accident and had to entirely rewrite it and I am JUST posting it now. might change some stuff later if need be)

First of all "No, you dont get it Dre. I want you to FAIL" bitch me toooooooo

The Future reveal was extremely good. what a strong visual. after everything else that happened, it's still this that lingers with me... God... And at least to me a complete surprise. It's really great as a parallel to the other side of the game with the Axiom as a being unlike (but not entirely) Divines, precisely because they've excised humans/synthetics from their creation and being... and Future is not that and can't be that but it is able to wield itself, no Elect necessary. (In a different post I once said I wasn't sure if that had ever happened before, and I completely forgot about Liberty&Discovery. I did not this time.) There's a lot of different things going on with Divines this season, and some spanning back from PARTIZAN too - I think it's impressive that nontheless it all coheres. I already saw someone put this in a way I really liked, maybe I'll try to find that post again later.

I have thoughts about Figure going back to/from their introduction in PARTIZAN, but it all feels a little pointless. The crux of it is that I would've found the character/their arc more interesting played in a slightly different way, and Dre didn't want to do that, or they would've. Usual disclaimer it's their character etc. and I do see why this is the way it is and how it fits together... I have a whole bit about it in my notes app somewhere I don't feel like dropping in here, but in the end they're just not my favourite PC. Which feels kind of mean(?) to say when they just died, but it does color how I feel about this...? It's not like I'm particulary sad, and I'm also not happy about it. Kind of grimly saying Hrm!, I guess. And I did really love their bonds to other player characters. Back in PZN too, I really liked some of the conversations with Kalar expecially, and in PAL the Cori-Figure relationship was an absolute standout, and I liked them asserting themself more generally post-Perennial too... And then throughout this season they've also always been intrisically connected to NPCs I either really really loved or found super compelling. And then they blew up I am excited about Cori getting to deal with Yet More Grief! Expecially considering their gravity clocks - she's aware that they saw her as someone to take care of, vaguely parental, and the clock is about that being somewhat frustrating to her. But she's also clearly glad that they care about her, and she does love them too, so... Well. I think it'll be awesome : ) Kind of wondering what Clem is up to but also she's not really on my radar currently. 👍 And Gur. Oooooh Gur is So Fucked. Completely even Beyond being fucked. It's grim. Everytime I thought it couldn't get worse for him, he's really been through the wringer, huh?, it does. it does get worse.

Well with all that. I'm still not sure how I feel about this as an end to Figure's arc. It's sudden, it's senseless, it's cruel... And it does hit REALLY well as a moment/scene, because Friends at the Table knows how to do the damn thing (the song really got me. The way it stops suddenly), I just don't know how I'll look back on it going forward. & It's the same for Gur (moreso, even) in that it's not like I can't see how this is extremely compelling & the way it works. The way they are working at it and how it frames both characters' whole arc and past decisions... It's just that I also am unhappy about it. Emotionally. I generally think it's worth it to think about why that might be and after mulling it over it's pretty simple: this is very bleak and I'm not able to enjoy that right now. I'm happy (well.) to leave it at that for now. And it really does depend on future developments too. I felt a similar way (not quite the same) about Valences death - and I do occasionally wonder about a shape of the story with them (and hell, Chrysanth) in it - but there was a lot of things I really loved that came out of their death, be it character developments or world changes, that in the end, I do quite like it. What doesn't really hit for me is. Or rather... I feel strange about "small wheels are breaking". Deeply sad to me in a way I can't quite say how yet. Maybe I've misunderstood "the Wheel breaks" this whole time, which like, that's on me, but I'm not sure where to go with it. Waiting & curious about "knock-on effects" for now. Perennial.... : (

And gurrrrrrrrr. fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee he absolutely cannot catch a break ever in his life/death. oooooohhhh my goodddddddd I do commend Keith for trying. I really do. The moment he was like "Where is real Gur?" I had the tiniest bit of hope. Like yeah PLEASE let Keith do some fucking bullshit. Need that rn. Alas. The dice

Like the world if Eclectic hadn't failed that roll...... fuck the dice for realllllll... [COUNTER/WEIGHT SPOILERS. still about PALISADE though] I JUST listened to Mako grab that damn thing in the C/W finale. A WEEK ago I did that. Oh it's just so cool to put next to each other, both Future itself but also the act of taking it (or failing to do so. And also of course Gur, who himself stole Future) and the way it then so completely shaped itself/it's presence/powers after who carried. That's why it's Zeal for Mako and Ambition for Orth (which I was thinking about the other day when I was looking at the fatt.wiki page... it's titled Zeal and that's literally just the case because Mako grabbed it first. If Aria had gotten it like she was supposed to by winning the auction we would probably not know about that other stuff!). There's even a fun way Future's change is reflected in the mechanics: because they were playing Firebrands there literally wasn't a roll to take it. There was no failure, because it would/could not do anything but be wielded. [C/W SPOILERS end.] Though it's interesting to think about that Future isn't a name given by themself either, though they might've genuinely adopted it. It's the Principality's. I've always loved this bit about Motion from PZN 33:

AUSTIN: [...] These things that we call Divines, whether we think of them as our weapons, or our highways, or our saints or gods or mirrors: they aren't ours at all. No matter how well we shop for names to place on their frames, our words are just ill fitting costumes.

But I don't know!!! I wish they'd gotten to talk to it!! It's so interesting to me the way Austin talked about the Ring (since Keith referenced LOTR) being tired of being worn, the Ring wearing itself. Again, extremely cool to me! Also that it's way to... protect itself (? Eclectic took a peril from Divine Blast & Figure. yeap) is still about the thing they detached itself from, which is what do YOU envision. What could YOU do with me.

I did really like the power of the Divine Opposition going through Eclectic causing an earthquake "it's like a rage boiling up in you, maybe". That was sick as fuck. And I really am so curious about Delegates relationship to Divines... I've said this before... I think it's very interesting that Eclectic doesn't fw it, but what do other Delegates think? How do they feel about weaving magic? Do they know to what extend they even have that power? Keith said Eclectic had never weaved magic before, which isn't true, he did, to get into a bathroom after stalking a random stranger (Connadine) (this is still extremely funny.), but in a sense that really is a very mundane way to use divine magic. And to have this literally seismic event happen because of the power coming from a part of himself that he already doesn't connect with, but DID reach out to in a critical moment in opposition to himself, and he didn't have any control over it at all? That's cool to me!!! I don't really have a neat point to make here, I just really want more about Delegates. It somewhat depends on Eclectic making it to next season or not, since I'm guessing the focus will shift away from Palisade as a place. But I just don't want them as a group to vanish from view, whether we have a player character representing them or not (......... Branched............ If you're out there.................. Call me.........).

Last thing but when the computer smell was mentioned I immediately thought of the Afflictions. Was this just because the other scene prominently featuring a smell ("AUSTIN: But it smells like Valence here. ALI: Shut the fuck up. What are you talking about?") had one of those in it? Yes absolutely. It's also a little wishful thinking, because I like them a lot.

[jev-urisk]

Heeyyy :> I would like the biggest infodump on Kazimier you have pls. All the details.

A 💋Kazimier💋 infodump?!? Oh goodness, where do I start 😵‍💫 (Also thank you for asking!). I'm going dump a few favorite things, if I try to dump it all in one Imma be typing instead of feeding myself today 😂

(He's tagged #7c kazi on everything I've posted on him so far if you're somehow thirsty for more after this)

💋Who:

Kazimier (Kashj-meer), an OC for my story 7 Circles

He's not sure what his parents named him, but as a kid he had this Cashmere sweater that acted as his safety blanket and eventually 'brat in the Cashmere sweater' became 'hey Cashmere'. He decided on the spelling when he learned to read/write.

💋What:

Shapeshifter Incubus Hybrid.

Genderfuid (pronouns based on appearance).

On the asexual spectrum.

Just shy of 6 feet tall.

Very likely autistic.

A bastard.

(Feel free to hit me w/specific what questions cuz this can get real outta hand)

💋Where:

He's not sure where he was born, but he's been in Du’Preve as long as he can remember.

Du'Preve is the 4th and final district of the Halkyon Empire. It's a place that's big and abrasive like New York, full of sleezy entertainment like Las Vegas, and is a trashy dupsterfire like the Jersey turnpike.

Du'Preve is home to vampires, gorgons, gargoyles, litches, and hybrids. Collectively they're called Du'Preve'd, darklings, 4th class, nightcrawlers, or just 'lowers'.

But recently he got caught by the govt system and shipped out to District 1 🫶 sucks to suck.

💋When/history:

I don't want to give up tooooo much. 🤔Hmm. He's almost 300yrs old. No clue who his parents were but was a cute kid who found means to shelter himself. A couple centuries and a lot of trauma later and he's a calculating distrustful member of the criminal underground willing to do whatever it takes to avoid revisiting the past.

💋Why (did I make him?):

The thought for my wip 7 Circles began during quarantine 2020. I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, and when my school semester ended my skin was crawling with creativity that didn't have an outlet. So I gave in and downloaded tiktak.

Im a drag persormer/cosplayer and ended up on the side of the app where folks collaborate on settings and interact in-character as their ocs to create a story. I joined as my OC Kazimier and not long after, I began interacting with the charming, dark-eyed OC, 'Klaus Calvaire'. We started messaging to plot story collabs.. then started messaging just to say hi.. then messaged our lives to one another.

This witty, handsome, well-written person was flattering me enough by collaborating so much with me- then they fell in love with me, moving 1000s of miles to live life alongside me. I'm humbled every morning that I'm dating the mind behind my internet crush, and we share whispers about our ocs as we hold one another each night.

The og tag group splintered, the clock app is no longer great for my brain, but Kazimier and Klaus are still going on adventures alongside me and my unlikely lover, 4yrs and over 100k words later. ❤️

💋How (did he come to be?):

Personality was originally based on what I thought would be interesting to write, but then I accidentally added chemical X (my truma) and ended up with a bastard.

As for his looks.. they're based off my drag performance style/makeup🫣. Like.. he was a cosplay before he was really a character. It's embarrassing and strange and delightful all at once that this mf kinda looks like me. 😳

Soooooo, Yeah! He's my most developed blorbastard so there's a lot more, but I'll leave the rest for more asks. If you have further q's feel free to send them!

Hope this wasn't too much of an overload lol if you made it this far thank you so so much, I hope the muses bless your wip 🙏

[leftistscum]

I AM CURSING YOU FUCKBAGS TO 1000 YEARS OF OWOFIED NONSENSE. I HAVE TO SUFFER, NOW YOU HAVE TO SUFFER WITH ME.

Update:

All this effort and it doesn't even work. I'm not mad, just disappointed. Current theory is that I didn't include an important part of it in the while loop. The bot scans new posts, and I'm not gonna re-post this for the second time. It's only been actually tested two or three times including this try, and I'm keeping this as a sort of devlog. Update 2:

I restarted the OAuth apps that I made earlier today (an OAuth callback server to catch the keys, and another OAuth thing to generate the Authorization verifier). I worked almost all day to get these two to work together. The API ended up sending this error, and I don't know what it means, but it doesn't throw any errors client-side. Here's the error it throws. {'meta': {'status': 429, 'msg': 'Limit Exceeded'}, 'response': [], 'errors': [{'title': 'Limit Exceeded', 'code': 0, 'detail': 'Minor hiccup. Try again.'}]} Like, okay, great. Now I gotta actually look at the documentation and find out what this magic gibberish means, because this could relate to all those times I tried to authenticate, OR I hit the daily limit on posts seen by my bot, which I highly doubt. Update 2.5 after some research, I've learned absolutely nothing. That error code is a giant ball of nothing that basically says I exceeded a rate limit, but doesn't give any explanation as to which rate I exceeded. Thanks, Tumblr. At least Reddit threw client side errors that you didn't have to go to a broken API console to see. Fuck all of you, and I'll see you tomorrow.

Side note: I am surviving off one breakfast pizza from Casey's, one Pipeline Punch, one grape flavored 3D, 4mg Estradiol, 50mg Spironolactone, and I currently have 100mg Progesterone dissolving in my stomach, which at this point, might actually kill me. It's only 9:36 at the time of writing this, but it feels like I've been working on this for days. This is to say that I may have missed something super obvious, and if that's the case, well, I'll leave tomorrows problems to tomorrow's me.

Update 3

Just woke up and re-ran all the assorted programs just to get a fresh start. I'm still getting that error code, but more importantly, my access token and secret changed? I'm not expert when it comes to stuff like this, but I though tokens and secrets are constant and specific to apps. I can't actually test this thing until the API lets me through. Update 3.5

Found the error code. It wasn't way too hard, but it means my bot probably did something way too much yesterday and I have no idea what. It works on the server's clock and goes by callendar day. This means that if a bot hits the error code at 11:59 PM, it can hit it again at 12:00 AM. For an error 429 to happen, any one of the following has to trigger it.

300 API calls per minute, per IP address.

18,000 API calls per hour, per IP address.

432,000 API calls per day, per IP address.

1,000 API calls per hour, per consumer key.

5,000 API calls per day, per consumer key.

250 new published posts (including reblogs) per day, per user.

250 images uploaded per day, per user.

200 follows per day, per user.

1,000 likes per day, per user.

10 new blogs per day, per user.

20 videos uploaded per day, per user.

60 minutes of total video uploaded per day, per user.

So I can't test this until the server's calendar deems it a new day Update 4

It still doesn't work, but I am one step closer. Because of Tumblr's broken-ass console, I've had to find an alternate way to get an OAuth key. It turns out I was using a temporary access key, which is why it changed when I re-ran everything. I had to do this by using two other scripts. One of them is Tumblr's interactive console on Github , and the other one was a Yaml parser because boy do they like to encrypt. This has been my morning so far. Day two and 5 scripts later, just to finally have something that I should've had at the start.

Update 4.5

I FINALLY GOT AN API RESPONSE!!! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Update 4.5.5

I have implemented a feature that makes the thing wait for a second then search for any comments with a timestamp older than the last time it waited and has the right keyword in the 196 tag. I have obviously accidentally wasted all my API tries today, but testing begins again tomorrow. You will fear my wrath soon enough. Update 5

Decided to check up on the bot, and ran straight into this wall of text. It looks like blog info? Some of those links take me to profile headers. This isn't a static thing either, it updates every 20 seconds like clockwork. Because I made it update every 20 seconds like clockwork. I think this means it's testing time. Wish me luck. Breaking News. Didn't work, but we're a lil bit closer. Again.

[cyarskj1899]

https://pastes.psstaudio.com/post/acf3ee8156c1493bb07fa97cec39012b

https://pastes.psstaudio.com/post/acf3ee8156c1493bb07fa97cec39012b [Script Offer] [F4M] Living With A Nympho Yandere Girlfriend [Rape] [Fdom] [Yandere] [Kisses] [Blowjob] [Edging] [Cowgirl] [Needy Moans] [Creampie] [Milking You Dry] [Cockwarming] [You're Mine] so many [Good Boy] mentions [Impreg] [Breeding] [Aftercare] [Sweet On A Crazy Level] [1 Year Anniversary]

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Synopsis:

A yandere has some appeal from a distance but living with one is a harsh reality no one is truly ready for. You've fallen head over heels for your dream girl and just a few weeks into the relationship you realized how draining a nymphomaniac yandere girlfriend can be, most times literally. You come back home later than usual and she greets you with a smile like she always does. It disappears as she finds out you've been talking to a female colleague after work. Your daily milking now comes with a punishment: one orgasm for each minute you spent talking to your colleague. How much rest will you get tonight?

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Notes for artists:

This is a rewrite of my very first script (https://pastes.psstaudio.com/post/512e0043a28d44869ac601f37493c58a) to celebrate my first year as a script writer.

You will play the character of a very bubbly but controlling yandere. She is set straight on milking her boyfriend so he doesn't think of other girls and she does so happily every single day. There are little details forming her backstory and how they met, which hints at the prequel. This is perfect as a stand-alone, however.

The last tag [1 Year Anniversary] should be removed. 

Please contact me before using my work for non-Reddit purposes (i.e., Patreon, Youtube, Pornhub). For Reddit, please tag u/livejoker in the comments or DM me. You have freedom to adjust my script as needed, but credit must be given to "livejoker". This script is for adults only.

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Script Stats:

With all [actions] included, this script has 2,422 words. 

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Script:

[start]

[optional: door open sound FX]

[bubbly tone]

Baby, you're back! I -

[kiss]

Missed...

[kiss]

You...

[kiss]

So...

[kiss]

Much!

[quick kisses, giggle]

I'm sorry! You're gone for most of the day, it's just too long for me. You're twelve minutes late. What happened, sweetie?

Traffic? But I watched the news and I didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Babe..? Why are you lying to me?

I'm not asking, I know you are. I checked the app on my phone; the one that shows your location and you spent twelve minutes at work after your usual clock out time. Now, it only takes you thirty minutes on average to drive from work to here and you always text me whenever your boss keeps you for overtime yet you didn't. Why are you giving me this traffic excuse?

Hand me your phone.

Are you saying "no" to me?

Good boy.

[pensive noises, few seconds]

...Who is this?

This text that I found. Who is she?

A colleague? And why did she text you asking if you're free tomorrow?

[getting angry tone]

We talked about this. I don't want you to talk to ANY other girl.

But you did talk to her! How else would she have gotten your number? Do I need to remind you what to say when a girl talks to you?

Do I need to remind you what to say when a girl talks to you?

Do you need a reminder on what to say when a girl talks to you?

I think I do. You say: "I'm not allowed to have a conversation without my girlfriend's permission." You clearly don't know what's good for you. Luckily, I do - that's why you trust me to make all the tough decisions. In fact, I'll fix this problem right now.

[optional: phone "beep" sound FX]

I just blocked that bimbo slut. Don't ever talk to her again, got it?

[kiss, calm down tone]

You're such a good boy when you stay out of trouble. This little tantrum you just gave me earned you a punishment on top of your daily milking.

Ah, ah, ah~! Not another peep from you.  Don't tell me you're "not in the mood". You really are testing me today, aren't you?

I assure you that I'm not mad, okay? I'm just disappointed that after all this time we'd be over this "being in the mood" thing. Things go so well between us when you listen to me. Here, take my hand. Let's go to the bedroom.

See? I even put on some new sheets. Get undressed for me, sweetie.

[optional: fabric sound FX]

[approval noises, "mmh"]

I love watching you undress. That body is perfect for me. I could snuggle up to you and rest my head on that chest for hours, hearing your heart beat for me. Now, lay on the bed and spread your legs, baby.

[optional: bed sound FX]

Kneeling between your thighs always makes me happy. I get to see this wonderful cock - my cock. No one will ever touch this cock except me.

[slow sniffing]

I just adore your musk. It's such a masculine smell. My brain gets this... euphoric sensation whenever I get my nose up close and -

[quick sniffs, shaky exhale]

F-fuuuuck~. I need to show this cock how much I love it.

[kisses, then start blowjob with moans]

I love hearing you groan. I know exactly what you like: my mouth washing this gorgeous cock, my tongue flickering up any pre-cum that oozes out the tip as one of my hands fondles and squeezes your balls. I love to use my free hand to rake my nails across your stomach and thighs. It makes you shiver so nicely.

[resume blowjob]

[optional: spit sounds, stroke for a few seconds]

Ha~! There. All wet and slippery. Stay hard for me, okay, baby? I'll just slip my jeans and shirt off.

[optional: fabric sound FX]

Look at how wet my panties have gotten. How hard my nipples are poking through my bra. I don't even know why I bother wearing these since they always come off at some point.

[optional: fabric sound FX, then bed sound FX]

Let me lie down beside you.

[happy sigh]

Our bodies sharing their warmth. My leg straddling yours, my pussy juices covering your thigh... mmh... I can't help but rub myself against you. My heart flutters each time I'm this close - cuddling the person I love the most in the world.

[gentle kisses]

I love having my face so close to yours. I can nuzzle my nose into your neck or bring my mouth next to your ear and whisper...

[whisper]

I'll stroke your cock while I tell you exactly what turns me on.

[optional: wet handjob sound FX]

Your smell. When you're at work I can't help but grab one of your shirts from the laundry and sniff it. It makes me so needy, making me wet while I wait for you to get home. When you do it takes so much willpower to not jump you the moment you walk in. I'd tear your clothes off and ride your cock until we're both covered in sweat.

I make sure to do the groceries and all the other little errands while you're at work so that you can stay with me for the whole weekend. Wear that thin sundress; the one that stops right below my butt. No bra. No panty. It's loose, too, so you know I have nothing else underneath. Sit on your lap while you're trying to watch something as I rock my hips to get you hard. Or when you're gaming with your friends while I slurp on your cock, trying your best not to moan out. Do you think they know that I'm there the whole time? My tongue lapping up all that cum for hours?

[soft giggle]

I love talking like this to you. It always gets a reaction. Your cock is painfully hard... This is what you should be doing: listening to every single word I say.

[tender kisses between each "rule" below]

A good boy should always listen to his girlfriend.

A good boy should always let his girlfriend know where he is... and who he's with.

A good boy shouldn't lie to his girlfriend, not even once.

A good boy shouldn't try to get out of his daily milking, it's what's best for him.

Finally, a good boy should be thankful he has such a loving girlfriend care for him. Say, "thank you", baby.

Louder or I'll squeeze those balls!

[approval moan]

You make me so happy by following my demands. I just wish I didn't have to repeat myself so often. No matter how long it takes, be it a few weeks, a few months or even a few years... you'll learn. I'll make sure you learn.

[kiss, needy tone]

You're doing such a good job. Are you close, baby? You've been twitching for a bit, now.

Be a good boy and get ready to cum for me, okay?

[breathy moans in ear]

You want to be my good boy? You want to cum and release all that pent-up stress? All this dirty talk got you sexually frustrated, didn't it? I bet all you're thinking about is cumming. You want to cum so badly. Your balls are aching. Your cock is twitching. A good boy would be allowed to cum. He would be on the very edge, just a breath away from release.

[stern tone, stop any sound FX if present]

Too bad you're not a good boy. You've broken the rules and this is your punishment. I'm not letting you cum just yet.

[disappointed sigh]

Where's the ballgag... Ah, here it is. Open your mouth, sweetie~!

[optional: slap sound FX]

You're seriously pushing your luck! You better open up or I'll punish you for a whole month.

[optional: fitting ballgag sound FX]

The only sounds I want to hear is your whimpering as I ride you.

[giggle]

Your cock is just begging to plunge into my tight, little pussy and controlling you like this has made me even more needy. Now stop - nggh - struggling! Let me get on top of you...

[grunt]

Unless you want another slap I suggest you stop moving!

There, good boy. I really hate getting physical but you give me no choice sometimes. I'll just rub my pussy against your cock for a bit.

[slow shaky breathing]

It takes so much restraint for a... ha~... a nympho like me to not fuck you senseless each and every night. You kept saying how tired it made you feel to - nggh - cum multiple times a day. Good thing I have some toys to s-sate my needs. But tonight I'm... ha~! I'm gonna ride this cock until the bed is soaked with our juices~!

[shaky moans]

I-I need your cock inside me so bad! Let me reach between my legs a-and slide it in...

[gasp, long moan, then moans throughout speech]

[optional: slow riding sound FX]

Twelve. Minutes. I was going to prepare your favorite meal, help you shower and massage your shoulders from a hard day of work. Then, I'd tuck you into bed and milk you to sleep like I do every night. You just had to talk to that skank! You shouldn't trust her.

Because she doesn't care about you like I do! Remember when my parents first met you? They weren't sure if you were the right one, especially my dad. I'm Daddy's Little Princess, after all. He wanted the man I brought home to be the right one and I reassured him that you were. You're perfect for me, baby! You're my whole world. Don't you see how much I love you? I gave up so many things just so I could be your perfect girlfriend here in this cabin. Far away from other people. Far away from other s-skanks!

I'm so glad my parents gave us their guest cabin as a gift. Out on the edge of their property, the woods in our backyard where my dad used to hunt. I always wanted to come back home but with my... ha~... sexual appetite I needed my own place. Once they see your car go down their driveway and towards the cabin at the far end they know I'm going to drain your balls. Tonight isn't about you, though. I don't care how sore you'll feel in the morning!

[optional: faster riding sound FX]

[rising moans, start reaching orgasm]

I-I'm getting so fucking close~! I won't cum unless you d-do, that's tonight's rule. H-how many minutes late were you?

That's r-right! Twelve m-minutes. We'll come together t-twelve... times~!

Uh huh, you will, baby, and you'll only cum in my needy, little pussy! Aren't you happy that you broke the rules? You'll learn now, won't you?

G-good boy~! Such a good boy!

[moans closer to orgasm]

I want you to breed me so fucking bad~! Your child growing inside me as my breasts become full with milk. You'd suckle on them as my pussy would squeeze your cock for every drop of cum you have. We'd have such a big family! Too bad my dad would kick us out if you got me pregnant. I p-promised him I'd stay on the pill b-but once we can find our own place I'll sleep with your cock buried inside my fertile pussy, k-keeping my womb full of your seed. I'd have my arm wrapped around yours as we'd walk in public. The other girls would see that you bred me. We'd get married! Oh God~! I want to be your pregnant wife so bad!

F-fuuuuck~! Just talking about it is making my mind go blank! Babe, I'm -

[shivering moans]

I'm gonna cum... I need you to fill me up... B-but remember: only when I tell you. I'll count down f-from ten a-and when I reach one I want you... t-to cum!

T-ten~!

The day I moved in next to you I imagined us fucking like animals!

Nine!

That camping trip was the perfect opportunity to make you mine!

Eight!

A-and ever since I made sure your balls were empty!

S-seven!

It keeps you docile and submissive, mine to keep!

S...Six~!

T-too bad I can't tire you out every night b-but if I could, baby, you know I would!

Ha~... four!

My pussy is molded for your cock, we're perfect for each other!

Three!

You don't need anyone else, just me!

T-two...!

Let's leave this place so we can raise a family together!

One! 

Cum inside me! Imagine you're finally breeding me~! Becoming a father! I love you so much! That's it, baby!

[rapid kisses while moaning/cumming - he's still gagged so no mouth smooching]

[optional: slow down riding to a stop sound FX]

[shaky breath for 20 seconds, gentle tone]

Shhh... Shhh... Shhhh, it's okay. I'm here, sweetie, it's over. Your heart is beating so fast. Let me remove your ballgag.

[optional: remove ballgag sound FX]

[gentle kisses]

You did so well. You've been a very good boy for holding out the full ten seconds.

It wasn't easy, I know, but you did it. Breathe with me, it'll calm you down.

In.

[inhale]

And out...

[exhale, do as many times you wish - preferably four total]

Let's rest for a while. Mmmh... this was so intense for you.

[kiss]

I think the countdown helped. I definitely feel much better after that.

Nuh uh, I haven't forgotten about your punishment. I'm still upset at you for breaking the rules. You remember when we made them together?

Yeah, it was at your apartment. I moved in with you shortly after admitting I was a nympho. I know my needs are far greater than yours. I was draining you in more than one way.

[giggle]

But you took the milking rule well. Just a milking a day so you wouldn't think of other girls. Then you just had to give a ride to a colleague. I had to add another rule about talking to girls after that. You don't need any other girl, you just need me.

[slow kisses]

I'll go make dinner in a bit so we can get more energy for the... eleven other orgasms.

I promise you'll enjoy it. I'll try to be gentle, even though it's a punishment. I'll take such good care of your cock. For now just relax with me. I'm not going anywhere... I'll always be with you.

[optional: soft breathing/kisses for as long as you wish, preferably 20+ seconds][end]

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[my-lunaberg]

Ive accidentally reached the post limit so Ive basically been doing my liveblog in my notes app, i wrote all of this while watching the February 4th 2022 vod

Oughhhhhhhh the way Sams literally begging

Oh the "present" is gonna be a clock isnt it

Oh nvm its a cake, which is just. so evil man, cakes have terrible saturation but Sam doesnt have anything else so ofc hes gonna be grateful even though its shit

Actually, now that I think about it, I think I was definitely wrong about Dreams manipulation tactics changing with his goals. Like, i still dont think he wants to work with Sam or be 'friends' with him like with Tommy during the exile arc, but he is still doing the thing of breaking people down and then building them up with a fascimile of kindness so that theyll listen to him

Im assuming the time passed irl is the same as the time passed in-universe which means that Sam has been alone in the prison for 4 days but Dream is a lying motherfucker whos telling him that its only been one day

Okay now hes saying its been 2 days but hes still lying

HE DID GET HIM A CLOCK IM GONNA LOSE IT

Okay he wants to compare hkmself and Sam, Im very curious bc this will hopefully grant us some insight into how Dream like, actually percieves himself and his actions

Okay, two things:

1. Dream being like "[the evil bunker full of everyones sentimental items] was just theater" has some serious Wilbur vibes ngl

2. Dream is sooooooo obsessed with Tommy istg

Dream is asking Sam what bad things hes done aside from manipulate Tommy and be dramatic and Sam is like "uhhhhh idk tbh......" as though Dream isnt the guy responsible for Lmanberg blowing up thrice

Sam is basically asking Dream if the things Dream did were wrong/bad and its like, you cant do that, you cant cushion your opinions on someones bad action in this kind of insecurity, especially if youre talking to someone known to be manipulative!!

Ouhhghhh the way Dream can basically make up anything he wants about Tommys time in exile because barely anyone, but esepcially not Sam, visited him

"How was it my fault that Tommy was exiled" I dont even have anything to say, Im just kinda enamoured by the realization of how little people other than Tommy and maybe Wilbur actually know about the exile

Dream just mentioned the Egg and 1. I had already basically completely forgotten about that and 2. The timeline of Drea involvement with the Egg is like, he briefly checked on it back when everything was still kinda kicking of, didnt worry about it for weeks or even months and then he was in jail for a year and he basically completely missed all of the Egg Lore like damn, I hope Punz properly explained all that bullshit to him lol

God, Im projecting so hard rn but Dream weaponizing his own genuine suffering in order get what he wants which also shields him from having to confront the ways it was made him suffer and how it actually affected him is so relatable

Ive been spoiled so I know theyre gonna try and make c!Dream more sympathetic later on and i know a lot of people really hate that and honestly, I think a lot of it comes down to the fact that he didnt get his own POV/only got it very late which gives people less opportunity to sympathize or empathize with him and also really dehumanizes him. Idk this is kinda complex and I'll probably make a seperate post about it

Im going to lose my mind, Dreams monologue about how everyone is the hero in their own story and a villain in many others literally sounds like a thesis statement, like if the Dream SMP had a kids show-esque "message" like so many people inexplicably want it to, it would be this more than literally anything else

OHHHHHHHH the double meaning of Dream telling Sam that he built the prison for him. mwah, perfection

"Dream said he wouldnt lock anyone up in the prison" WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN TRUST HIM

Ooooooooooo Sam grouping himself in with Dream..........

HES TAKING SAM OUT OF THE PRISON

Hes giving Dream full access to the prison theres no way this could possibly go well

Sam as the users manual for the prison vs Dream as the revival book...........

👁👁 HES KILLING SAM??

SAMS DEAD VOD OVER

[cleonefertiti77]

I posted 21 times in 2022

That's 21 more posts than 2021!

21 posts created (100%)

0 posts reblogged (0%)

I tagged 3 of my posts in 2022

#venting - 1 post

#journal - 1 post

#what is this - 1 post

#i'm lost - 1 post

#cinderella syndrome - 1 post

#10 posts - 1 post

#tumblr milestone - 1 post

Longest Tag: 19 characters

#cinderella syndrome

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

It was probably 1990 or 1991 and mom would sit at the kitchen table and watch Jay Leno, David Letterman and I think Tom Snyder or Larry King. I would sit across the table and I'd either be putting together my Addamms family values puzzle or playing with my Lego trunk of Garbage Pail Kids and ....ugh what were they called...gross high or something like that...I'll look it up but anyway, those were comforting times. I'd be looking up at the clock watching it get later and in my silly mind I thought mom forgot and got lost in her show and now she'll keep me home from school because we went to bed too late (1:45 children!!!!!!). 2 am I considered too late to go to bed for school....now that's bedtime.....no no that changes lol anyway, it never worked she still would send me. But every night that was our routine. Joseph and Jess must've been in bed, and me and mom would just sit at the table for hours. I wish I could have those days back 💔😢

0 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#4

Something is def wrong..it's 12/7/2022...there's been all these pains. I went to the hospital weeks ago and now it's all morphed together, what I need is someone to pull this cement block out of my abdomen area I'm starting to feel it in my ribs. Behind my eyeballs...I won't go to the ER because it's too many , I don't know where it's stemming from...I don't want to hurt anymore God. Why can't they see what's wrong I don't know what to do anymore

0 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

#3

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#2

Again. I stayed up all night with my mom, no. Matter how bad my chest and lungs hurt...no matter how tired I was, I let Joseph sleep I finally went to bed an hour ago and Joseph rings down for me to come back up and sit with her again because she's having anxiety....I need to sleep too, why don't they see this

0 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Is this like a journal or something? That's what I'm basically looking for. I need someplace to vent because I have so much anxiety and stress but no where to let it out and nobody I can talk to.

First, I'm a mother of 4 kids. I also take care of my non ambulatory diabetic mother whos on oxygen 24/7. Me....I have a plethora of ailments myself but I never have time to go to the doctor....I have no time for myself AT ALL EVER. Anyway, My husband who I'm separated from still lives in my home, I've been trying to get him out for years. I guess the only way I can start without it getting confusing would be to start at the beginning and jot down my daily frustrations separately...whenever I learn how to navigate this Tumblr app.

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[northern-loner]

Earlier in the day I was thinking about my comfort creator on the clock app and a few minutes later they posted.

So if anyone needs me, I'll be trying to recreate that for the next few hours.

[erins-laboratory19]

Some unfinished fallen warrior art

Some parts of a fallen warrior drawing, I'll post the rest later

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Ig: Phoenixfeather.19

Yt: Alice Wintercrest

Clock app stonephoenix19

Cosplay acc memoriesoftouya19

[pbandjesse]

I can't believe that I was in New Jersey with James yesterday. It feels like it was a week ago. I'm laying in another hotel room but by myself this time. I'm exhausted. And while it's only 9 here it is midnight back home. And I've been awake since 4:30 this morning. So I'm really going to try to go to sleep soon.

I went to bed at like 8:30 last night. Or at least soon after 8:30. I was certain this morning was going to be terrible. But going to bed so early actually help me out and when my alarm went off I felt fine. I got up and got dressed. I texted James. I fed sweet pea and made sure all the dishes were put away. I took the recycling out. And then James was there. I said goodbye to Sweet Pea. And we headed to the airport.

James and not going to bed at all. He had gone straight from our trip to home to eat and then right to work. They had some Ghost Hunters on board constellation. And they interviewed him with my ghost story from sting I saw on the birth stack. So that's pretty cool. But he was kind of exhausted. He felt okay enough Drive but I really don't like when people drive when they're tired. But I was still very grateful and thankful for him taking me to the airport so early in the morning.

We got there about 5:30. In line for TSA was surprisingly long. But I made it through. I had to get patted down because my jumper had a knot on the side of it that's at the machine off. But then I texted James that we were all good and he went home to go to sleep.

I looked out that the McDonald's is right across from my gate. So I got breakfast and tried not to get a nervous stomach. I had until 6:45 when we were boring. I ran to the bathroom and wash my hands and tried to mentally prepare myself for a 6-hour flight. It's the longest flight I've ever taken. So I was a little bit nervous. And like the TSA is fine and the actual flying is fine. The worst part of felt air travel to me is the few minutes between first boarding and waiting to get in your seat. For some reason that makes me so stressed out. I just want to be in lazy and sitting down with my headphones in and not thinking about anything.

But I got on the plane and my seat was great. Right over the wing-like I like. It's still see the ground but if I didn't want to see the girl I didn't have to go. I had to endure this. The girl next to me was incredibly fidgety but then when they close the door there was an open seat near her family so she moved. So I had an open seat next to me. The ideal way to fly.

And it was a really good fight. It took us a little bit over half an hour to actually get off the ground. But we make great time. I texted everyone that I love them just in case. And then kind of half those. I have snack. Arrested. I don't think I ever actually fell asleep. I started multiple different podcasts. I couldn't focus on one so it was hard. Actually don't even remember what I ended up listening to. Oh it was a lifetime podcast because it was 4 hours long and I thought that would be my best bet. But I was barely listening.

I played a game on my phone for a lot of the time and look at the window when I could. The sun was on my side of most the entire time so it was reflecting off the wing pretty badly. But I got to see mountains in the desert. It was just really cool.

I was really happy to not be in the plane anymore though. Home time it was 2 pm. In California it was 11 a.m. Well actually it was about 10:45 when we landed and my driver who was scheduled for an app all of a sudden was coming a half an hour early. Because my plane landed 15 minutes early. It was very confusing. Especially because wall we landed we didn't get off the plane for almost 15 minutes. So then I was very stressed out. And that went to me ending up leaving at the wrong terminal. And then my poor driver had to try to find me. He was a really sweet guy though. You're younger than me. We talked for the entire 40 minute drive from Los Angeles to Thousand Oaks. He's a nice guy. And it was nice being able to talk to someone for that long about paranormal stuff and other nonsense.

I was really happy to be a busy Hotel though I was starving and gross. Find that long was hard. My flight back is not that bad. I got to stop over with an hour break in the middle. But I checked in and they were very apologetic because they were all out of king size beds and so they had to give me to Queens. I'm one person. Why do I need to Queens. But that's fine. Maybe I'll sleep in that bed tomorrow. Get use out of both of them.

Once again packed I headed out again. I caught a car and I headed up to a local barbecue place. It was like $3.50 left. I have never ever experienced a car ride that cheap. And it would be the only lift I took today. Because I decided to walk everywhere.

I ate so much food. I got a burger and fries and salad and bread. And I saved some of the bread. Hey I didn't eat everything. But I felt much better. And then I left there and walked over to the Antique store. I picked up barbecue place because it was in the same shopping center as the antique store I went to the last time I was here in 2017. And it was just as good. I ended up getting a stone bracelet that is locally found courts. But mostly had a good time just kind of taking pictures of my clock Furby I brought, Otto, and looking around. It was nice.

I went to a couple other shops in that shopping center. Including the other antique store. And then I decided to walk. For a really long time. Almost 2 miles. I was specifically looking for an antique store thing. It turned out to be more of a consignment shop when I finally did find it. But before that I found some really cool shops and adorable Bakery. Where I bought the prettiest little cheesecake. Which I saved until about an hour ago. I was shocked that it survived my backpack all day. But it was still really really good.

I found a tiny Goodwill bookstore and I got a milkshake. I enjoy being outside. I saw a cactus . Just growing on the side of the road. And the weather was beautiful. And I'm just having a great time. I was tired but walking was nice. Ended up finding these like Spiral shells and the dirt. So I can collect a bunch of those as I was walking. And then listen to the Adventure Zone podcast and enjoy the weather. Because it was beautiful outside. I'm a little sad that I'm going to be missing 7 in of snow in Baltimore tomorrow. But they did preemptively close the schools so I'm not missing as much work as originally thought. And I am a little sad that I'm alone out here. Like I like my own company don't get me wrong. But I miss James. Or Jess. This trip would have been nice to have with someone else. But it's okay. I'm still having a really nice time.

I started my truck back to the hotel. I stopped at this little Park where they change the kind of cement runoff River into a more natural environment. And I sat and watched the nature for a while. I saw a little bunny. But then I was starting to get cold. In my headphones were dying. I plug those in for a while in my backpack and walked around. Just enjoyed looking at the mountains and feeling the Sun.

I got about a half mile away from the hotel and I had to take a break. I sat down on the side of the road. It was a safe spot. And I just kind of played on my phone for a few minutes. This usually brought or not my normal travel shoes. I accidentally sent those back home to my parents house and so I kind of had to make a game-day decision and we're untested she is. And I got a little blister on my heel and on the side of my foot. So I'm a little frustrated about that. But it's okay.

I made it back to the hotel in one piece. Tired and sore. But one piece. I cleaned up and just kind of laid down for a while. I didn't actually fall asleep but it was nice being horizontal. Eventually I got up and went down to the bar to grab a fork for my cheesecake. I was going to get a soda too but I decided I really should not have any caffeine. And I should just get some sleep. But it took I really nice bath. I do the face mask. And now I'm just in bed. I think I'm going to do some yoga try to stretch it out a little bit. And then I'm going to try to get some sleep.

Tomorrow is the big day. My plan is to wake up early and have breakfast at the restaurant here at the hotel. Then I would like to go up to the closest state park. And walk around a bit. Then at 11 I have to head up to the campus to do the talk thing that I'm here for. That's until about 1 and then I'm going to take a car and go to the art museum. I was originally going to do that today but then I remembered the reason I had set the schedule to do the art museum tomorrow is because it's closed on Tuesdays. That's fine. I had a great day with what I ended up doing.

I'm excited to see the art museum and then there's a Goodwill up there as well. And just kind of them all. So I'm going to just kind of wander around and enjoy myself. I may be having dinner with someone from vibrant lives so that would be cool. But that's really my whole plan for tomorrow. Just kind of enjoy the nice weather before I go back to very cold Baltimore. I'm praying now I think I'm just going to get some stretching in and then some sleep.

I hope you're all having a great night. I know this post is later than normal because of the time difference. But I hope you're all well. Sleep well everyone be safe.

[hangonimevolving]

The Iron String.

“Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.”

--Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self Reliance

Here we are. It's August. Five months plus since the start of the U.S. pandemic, lockdowns, and general disruption to society. Over 5.26 million confirmed cases in the United States alone to date, and 167,000 deaths. Our world around us has changed.

Much of the last two months of summer for me were spent in an agonizing holding pattern concerning the almighty School Question. What would happen in the fall? Would schools be reopening? If so, how would that look - would we just act like life is normal, or would there be modifications to help prevent transmission of the virus? If so, what on earth modifications are even possible for young children that are reasonable, and to which little kids can even feasibly adhere given their ages and needs? If it proves too difficult to reopen schools, what would be the plan? Would there be some sort of virtual learning program, and how would it differ from the shifts that happened this past spring, with teachers scrambling to educate themselves on distance-learning technologies and teleconferencing utilities in order to teach a room full of kindergartners on Zoom? Surely, with several months to ponder the possibilities and plan for vairous contingencies, schools would be more prepared with better, more structured and thought-out plans for fall, than what they had in the spring... right?

Er, wrong. WRONG. The short version of how this situation ended, at least in our geographic area, is that the public school system (and my own kids' small, family-owned private school) made the decision to reopen to face-to-face teaching by the middle of July. Late in the game, both also hastily threw together a virtual option for students - but the virtual option was tantamount to a continuation of the fly-by-night Zoom teaching that had been put into effect at the very start of the lockdown.

I for one was entirely disappointed and disgusted with this. With SO much time to plan, this is really the best that could be done?! Bruh, NAW. I wasn't having it.

So blah blah blah, hem, haw, blah. Research, research, research. Reading, millions of review websites, forums, blogs, legal defense funds, Department of Education website, nonprofits, clubs and associations and collectives.... a phone call with an old friend from high school with over 10+ years experience, and a series of long and informative text message exchanges with two other friends, one a veteran with over 15+ years with three now-adult children, another a mom about my age of children about my kids' ages, facing this situation just like me and working through options just like me...... and, after all this, I knew exactly what I would be doing. What WE would be doing, in our family.

By June 13, it was official, and it was all systems go.

Ladies and gentlemen.... I am officially a homeschooling mom. Like, a LEGIT homeschooling mom. As in, I am doing a 100% parent-led homeschooling curriculum plan, FULL-time, with my two children.

I won't lie. In a million, bajillion, baskillion years, I don't think I ever intended to find myself in this place. I'll also say with honesty, that I have admired from afar the rare few homeschooling families that I somewhat know, and the flexibility and creativity with which they approach academics and learning in general.

I have also been increasingly dissatisfied and frustrated with the academic progress of my own children... Dr. Spouse and I have had long discussions where we've tried to speculate on the things that we haven't been satisfied about in our kids' schooling. The list has been long. But even as we were able to identify specific shortcomings in our children's particular educational environment, I've felt a rising sensation of control-freakism and bootstrapism in my chest, that has whispered to my conscience: "if you feel something is wrong here, don't sit around waiting for someone else to fix it. And, when you articulate your concerns in a constructive, non-threatening, but clear way, and people have smiled and nodded and claimed they'd follow up on those items, but in the end, they havent taken those concerns seriously - then it is time to man the f&* up and TAKE CARE OF THAT SHIT yourself. Because YOU are the only one you can trust. YOU are the only one who can do it right, in your own view. So either do it, or stop feeling dissatisfied about it."

So here it is. Our original plan, prior to the pandemic, was to switch the kids to the local (A-rated) public elementary school for this coming year. We had hoped that a change in environment, teachers, and the accountability of being a reputed school in the public school system, would mean more organization and oversight, and that hopefully this would translate into better academic progress in our kids.... but the pandemic changed all our plans, and besides, I don't know if more "in theory..." type things ever really translate to palpable, effective change at the individual level (at least not for me anyway, I never have such luck).

Rather than seeing this weird, surreal circumstance has having forced me into the homeschooling decision (which, maybe it sort of did) - - for reasons I can't explain, I dove headlong into it, with great excitement and hope. I can't really figure out how I have been as enthusiastic or jazzed about it as I have been - - but lookie, I'm jazzed! Seriously. From the moment we made the decision to do it, I felt like a 1,000-lb. weight was lifted from my chest. No more feeling anxious or on the edge of my seat about decisions that are being made outside of my control. In this matter - I stopped waiting for other poeple, and I TOOK CONTROL. For my own kids, anyway.

I'll write a detailed post at a later time about some of the particulars of the homeschooling plan that I am using, the research I did, the materials I ended up purchasing, the knowledge and insight I required while in the preparations phase, and other stuff. But, for now - I've droned on long enough. I'm gonna share some pictures now.

To bring it back to the start of this post - - with this homeschooling plan, I have found my iron string. I literally felt this resounding, reverberating sense of CONFIDENCE the moment that I decided to do this, and effectively brought Dr. Spouse on board. NEVER, in my life, have I felt so right about a decision. I feel a tremendous inner harmony about it - like I've come home to myself, if that's not too weird to say.

Sooo.... here are pictures of Week 1 of our great homeschooling adventure.

Obligatory "First Day of School" picture....

Our newly-tweaked home office - - now serving as our homeschooling classroom!

Particularly proud of our new training clock, our large-format calendar, and the "today's date/weather" board that I made with vinyl die-cuts from my Cricut, some chalkboard-surface Contact paper, and some rainbow sparkly duct tape :)

Spanish class: kids use a fun new app for two class sessions a week

Dey working on simple addition/subtraction with Teddy Bear Counters

Dey slaying his worksheets in Handwriting class - we're doing both print letters and cursive

Vev learning to tell time, and to recognize and convey the time in both analog and digital notation

After reading several history textbook chapters on the origins, diets, nomadic lifestyles, housing practices, and modes of dress among prehistoric humankind - we did a "History in action" lesson where the kids were given 10 minutes to construct a shelter out of a "mammoth skin" (blanket), "two tree branches" (pool noodles), and several large "rocks" (throw pillows). They didn't need the full 10 minutes :)

Vev enjoying one of his first chapter books - an "I Can Read" reader during a Language Arts learning block

After a week reading science textbook chapters about the earth's atmosphere, we conducted science experiments to better understand the properties of air! The boys had a "paper race" using construction paper and pieces of cardboard as fans, to race two paper structures across a finish line. They discussed their expectations and each articulated a hypothesis about which paper would travel faster, prior to conducting the experiment; afterwards, we determined whether our "guesses" (hypothesis) were accepted or rejected :)

This is just a smattering. There's been so much, and in only four days. I can't believe how much we are able to learn and cover in our homeschooling time. And the crazy thing is, we are able to do Phonics and Grammar, Reading, History, Read-aloud time, Math, Spanish, Handwriting, and Science in only about 3 hours per day. We integrate things like art, movement, current events, and practical life skills into pretty much everything we do, but on occasion we are even able to do a discrete, planned-out period of time for these topics too.

The iron string is taut, and secured in its proper place. We are ready for it to guide us through this school year.