#I've been working on this garbage for two weeks cause I had to take a break in between bc of surgery and then couldn't figure out bgs

[dkettchen]

the j- the joke is that he's canonically polyamorous so there is no need to cheat on him you can just have both

*knife exclusively for cooking purposes, all fighting is done via stepping on enemies

[whosaidsealscantfly]

My two cents on the whole situation

I think a lot of people in the Welcome Home fandom are misunderstanding the bigger picture here. It's resulting in a lot of people expressing disappointment and pointing fingers at people who aren't even the problem, and while the intentions mean well, it's causing the toxic environment Clown doesn't want.

In his post, which has now been privated, he talks about how overwhelming everything is. He even directly states that it's not just about boundaries, and while he has trouble putting it into words (and I will not put words in his mouth in the process either), Clown indicates that the sudden spotlight and attention is overwhelming him. And that's completely understandable - he's just one guy! Plus, he's been making stuff for Welcome Home for years, so it only makes sense to fluster over the sudden rush of attention in only a week. A week!!!

The reasons why boundaries come into play with all of this isn't just because his THREE rules were violated by garbage people. It's the fact that he had no time to establish boundaries beforehand, and it's stressful to suddenly have to think of EVERY facet of fandom culture and establish the dos and don'ts. But as Clown said, what's happened has happened, and all we can do is move on. Which leads me to my next point:

Clown explicitly said to not reprimand people on his behalf. He doesn't want the fandom to waste time and energy on people who have already crossed the line. What has happened, has happened. With that said, it's important to educate and point out when someone has crossed a boundary, but you shouldn't go through so much effort and anger over someone who clearly doesn't give a shit.

I've seen a lot of people who are making posts with a lot of "shame on you!"s and "You are all trash." I've also seen comments on harmless fanfics or art saying things like "You're the reason this fandom sucks." What awful things to say!

This fandom is probably one of the best fandoms I've been a part of. Why? Because a large majority, and I mean a LARGE majority, are respectful of Clown and want to do right by him. I've never seen a community band together so quickly to change their ways, apologize, spread the word, and evaluate the decisions they've made: not just in this fandom, but every fandom they've ever been a part of. That's HUGE. I've been on the internet for a very long time, and I don't think I've ever seen anything like that.

Yes, there are BAD eggs in this fandom, but there always is. What's important is that I haven't been seeing those bad eggs. Like, at all. I haven't seen a single explicit NSFW post, and I haven't seen a single piece of mass-produced merch. I've only heard about them through word-of-mouth, but I've never actually seen anything with my own eyes. Not that I doubt anyone, but I'm saying this to illustrate just how little bad eggs there are in the community. And this is a HUGE community.

In fact, I think we're so good, that we're starting to punish ourselves for making fandom content, and that is also awful. I want to reiterate what Clown's three major rules are:

Refrain from publicly posting NSFW content or content that wouldn't be safe for children to see/read.

Do not mass produce merch. Commissions and personal projects are fine, but they cannot be mass produced to be sold.

Do not impersonate and claim his art as yours. Give credit!! Don't trick people, and don't profit off of someone else's work!

And that's it! I've seen a lot of people taking down their fanfictions and art and AUs just because they're worried about Clown. That's super sweet and it warms my heart to hear that the community is so considerate, but remember, the three rules above are the only don'ts. Lots of people are scared of continuing to overwhelm him, and they're also scared that he might stop the project all together.

I assure you, he's not. Firstly, his fan works guideline is still pinned on his Tumblr blog!! If he wasn't sure of fanworks all together, he would have simply privated the post and write a new one with new rules. The rules have not changed. He loves to see fan interpretations, your AUs, your OCs, and your art! This is all explicitly stated! You can read it here incase you forgot -> https://www.tumblr.com/partycoffin/712519493403934720/apologies-if-this-has-already-been-asked-but-how?source=share

Secondly, he actually posted an update on his ko-fi that indicates that he's doing much better and that he's "elbow deep" into working on Welcome Home! I'm a member that gets to see all of his posts on ko-fi, and while I'm not going to show you the whole post (obviously), I will quote an important part you guys should see: "You have all been so delightful to me (Setbacks happen with an abrupt shift in attention, I realize, so roll I will with this newfound experience!) and I was like 'Oh, let's post a tasty preview!'"

Clown acknowledges all of the goodwill and kindness the community has shown. He even states that he's learned from the experience and he's working hard on Welcome Home to see it through!

This was a very long two cents, so I'll end it here.

tl;dr, You guys are being too harsh on each other/yourselves, and that's the last thing Clown wants. He's doing better, Welcome Home is still being worked on, and you shouldn't have to shame yourself or others for posting perfectly kosher fandom content. There's only three major rules, three, so you shouldn't have to feel bad about what makes you happy.

[aria-ashryver]

yooooo im SO tired, have a health update 💞

(which was going to be another video update but then a bird came and i got distracted and now im too tired to speak lol. also WOW imagine being so pale you create your own god rays slkdjf)

so, ive been feeling like hot garbage for some time, which is perhaps not surprising with the whole "was poisoned via chemo for a year, is still recovering" thing. Recently my heart has been feeling Not Good TM, and the fatigue waves are getting pretty extreme at times.

So, I followed this up with my doctor, very much expecting it to be a case of "no you're just out of shape / your asthma is playing up / you're just being super lazy, try harder, etc". He booked me a specialised heart test which I had last week.

Uhhh apparently I wasn't just being pathetic! (Which is somewhat gratifying to know that there is a reason things have been so hard lately and it's not just in my head)

There is a thing called your Ejection Fraction, which is essentially a measure of how much oxygenated blood your heart is pumping around your body -- its the factor that keeps you feeling energised.

Mine has dropped. Fairly significantly. When I had the same heart scan in October, mid-way through chemo, I was still retaining a lot of my heart health and muscle mass from when i was pre-chemo, so my EF was sitting at about 80. Which is a sign I was initially quite physically fit (or, to quote my oncologist: "giiiiirl, you a Boston Marathon runner or what?)

Since my last scan, my EF has dropped to 58. Which is still actually higher than average, most people sit at about 55, so I've dropped to an average range lol.

My heart is working, but such a significant jump is still cause for concern. My oncologist said that if I had been less young and fit, it would have been a case of dropping from 55 to somewhere in the 30s, to which he said "you'd struggle to even walk down that corridor at that point."

At this stage, I have a (hopefully reversible!) cardiomyopathy. Unfortunately, reduced heart and lung function can be complications of the two immune therapy drugs I am taking to prevent my cancer from coming back. So the current course of action is to put my immune therapy treatments on hold for 9 weeks to let my heart recover.

Yes, that is a tad spooky, but the drugs have a very long half-life, so I should be okay not taking them for that short period. On the plus side, this should hopefully improve my overall quality of life while my heart heals, and a break from immune therapy will be really nice anyway, because that shit hurts lmao.

Otherwise, the metastatic cancer in my spine and my hips remains stable and is still showing signs of healing because I am AWESOME AND COOL. Oh, and I also had a massive internal lesion (a chemo complication I never mentioned here bc like... if I told you guys every little thing that's wrong with me, we'd be here all day lmao) but that is now healing on its own too!! Woo!

So... ye. Gonna have a nap, knowing that medically my heart is broken and I have yet another reason to take it easy now haha.

Send me lots of "oi don't get cancer again in the next 9 weeks you absolute nugget" type vibes. I don't think I will, I'm not worried, but yk yk vibes are nice 🥰💝💖💓💕🩷💞 if you are still reading, I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

[v-tired-queer]

Rant Ahead ~

I. Freaking. H A T E working while having a seizure disorder. I have PNES (Psychogenic, Non-Epileptic Seizures--they're a very real thing that I go through and cannot control, and the only reason I even feel the need to clarify that is because I've been asked by ableists why I can't just stop before. Like just because they aren't epileptic that apparently means that they aren't that bad and that somehow I could control them). I have a couple of seizures every week, ranging from 2-5 depending on the situations I find myself in and the sensory and/or anxiety issues I find myself having. Once I had 12 in 10 days.

I'm on my fourth job. I've had these seizures since I was 15, and I'm 22 now, almost 23. I've never had a job where I didn't have to deal with them while on the clock.

Right now, I'm in housekeeping. I thought that making the switch from retail to housekeeping would be better for me, less stressing and anxiety (and sometimes even flashback) inducing, which in turn would help my seizures.

N O P E.

I. HATE IT HERE. I have great coworkers but ohhhhhh my God, I feel like I'm not even good enough for this. I've had so many seizures that my boss has me vacuuming and stocking the rooms only. That's it. No making the beds, no dusting, no washing the bathrooms. Just vacuuming and stocking.

Now I hear you saying, "Tabby, that sounds like it isn't too bad," and you are absolutely right! The work is simple enough where I can do it and not feel the pressure of a time clock. My body and mind have adjusted to those two tasks very well, and it was a great call on my bosses part.

The real issue is the feeling that I'm being babysat by my other coworkers. I know that they mean well, at least I seriously hope they do, but if one more person reminds me of what my tasks are I'm gonna scream. I know what my job is, stop reminding me.

One coworker went so far so to chew me out for handing another coworker a garbage bag. A garbage bag. I didn't know I was so disabled that I couldn't even handle that. Did y'all? 'Cause I didn't.

I'm in the process of applying for SSI so hopefully that appointment goes well and I can get my application in and approved in a timely manner. I hate the idea of not working, but I can't keep losing hours due to having to go home after a seizure. I'm gonna find some volunteer work to do around my town though, hopefully at the animal shelter.

Having an invisible disability sucks. It sucks even more when I know that I am and am not capable of but everyone else around me wants to take reins with what I do, when I do it, and how. For God's sake, just let me live please.

[mr-leach]

So I've enabled tipping on my blog because I'm in a rough spot and I'm gonna be struggling to feed everyone for the next week or two, depending on certain factors. Sob story is below the cut cause I genuinely hate having to drag this shit out but I also feel like I owe it to the people potentially willing to help me out, so:

So some of you may or may not know that I recently had a bout with thyroid cancer this past year or so and that I had surgery in the summer to have one side of my thyroid removed. If you didn't, it's cause genuinely I'm not a huge fan of talking about it in online spaces cause it's pretty personal and I don't really like the type of attention stuff like this gets.

Anyway at the time I was not doing too badly financially--I actually had a bit of savings built up and I had enough work hours accumulated that I qualified for EI sickness benefits so I wasn't too worried. Well, what I didn't know was that the "insurable weeks" number for my region was increased from 15 to 24, which heavily altered their calculations and made it so I was essentially getting 35% of my regular paycheck each week.

On top of that, the CRA still wanted me to pay back their CERB "loan" (if you follow any other Candians you may have heard about this garbage move by the government to sign up workers who were laid off during the start of the pandemic onto a benefit program that, while it kept a lot of people afloat, apparently included a caveat that if you didn't use 100% of it and went back to work you would have to pay $2k back to them, essentially punishing essential workers for going back to work) and decided they were going to garnish my already dismal benefit payments. They figured I would be fine to survive off of $90 a week while recovering from surgery.

Predictably, my savings disappeared. I am very grateful that my roommate was patient and did not see fit to make me move out when I couldn't pay rent, and when I got back to work I tried as hard as I could to pay him back as quickly as possible. I was essentially giving him every dollar I was not already spending on rent and bill payments. I struggled to pay for groceries and had to beg folks on twitter for money.

At the same time I started to develop further health issues. I couldn't sleep at night, I felt like sleeping all day, and I started experiencing episodes of somnolence (sudden feelings of tiredness bordering on falling asleep) while at work. I would have to leave work early, or sometimes I would even fall asleep while eating my breakfast in the morning. I missed more and more work and when I did make it in my performance would plummet after 4 hours and I would make major mistakes or even injure myself. I work in a garment factory btw.

I struggled to get in touch with my doctor, or really, any doctor to figure out what was wrong. Our healthcare system right now is in the process of being tanked to hell by the provincial government so they can justify introducing a two tier semi privatized system that values money over care. All this to say I was basically on my own trying to treat my worsening health with sleep supplements and energy drinks. It helped, but not enough. As of early February I was still missing work and struggling to stay awake most days.

I hit a wall and my anxiety made it impossible to go to work in the morning. Full on anxiety attacks, self harm, emotional breakdowns, the works. I asked to take a leave of absence to try and focus 100% on getting better. I've since been able to get in contact with my doctor and hopefully work towards a solution.

Right now I am waiting. I am waiting on EI to get back to me about benefits. I am waiting to hear from Social Services to see if they can help. And I am waiting on my tax return to be reviewed so I can pay my past due rent. I have a negative account balance. I went to the store yesterday and bought milk and margarine with a roll of change. The CRA is saying I could be waiting until the 13th to hear about my tax assessment. EI does not have an estimate for me lol. Social Services hasn't even gotten back to me and I'm dreading trying to reach out due to past trauma working with them.

Anyway. If you have anything to give the tip option is there. I'm gonna attempt to make dnd adoptables as well in the meantime but I'm gonna be real it might take too long to make anything worthwhile and idk if it can wait. I got myself, my spouse, and Victor to keep fed and my roommate breathing down my neck at this point so if you've read all this and have anything to spare it would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for reading.

[triforceangel13]

Sing Me A Melody Ch. 1 (A BakuDeku Omegaverse Au)

Chapter 1: Lyrics

Friends were always there for you. Friends were there to help you out. And when you made a band with them it was even better.

You got to make music together, travel the world, and create memories.

But there were times that friends even messed up.

And boy did one of them mess up.

“Dunce face I can't believe you said that! You know that we don't have anything right now,” Katsuki growled into his cell phone. “Now I have to come up with a new song before each show? Are you insane?!”

“I didn't know what to say man, they put me on the spot!” Kaminari cried out into the phone, wincing when Katsuki growled on his end.

“Bull! You were just talking out of your-”

“We get your pissed man but you're causing a scene,” Kirishima said next to him. Katsuki growled again and looked around him, tugging the brim of his baseball cap lower onto his head.

Normally he wouldn't care. He needed to scream his bassit's ear off right now. But they were in public and he didn't need to be dealing with any potential fans right now.

And with Kirishima tagging along he didn't want to drag him into that either.

“When I get back you better run,” Katsuki growled, hanging up his phone and shoved it into his pocket. Kirishima sighed, opening the door to the coffee shop they had stopped at, ignoring the stares at them as they stepped inside for making such a scene.

“Relax Bakubro,” Kirishima sighed. “We have a few weeks before the next show. I'm sure you'll come up with something by then.”

“That's the problem,” Katsuki grumbled as he got in line with Kirishima. “I haven't been able to write anything for weeks. I'm stuck. From the tour and the...other stuff, it's been hard to get anyting done. Now I've got this on my shoulders.”

“Got faith in you man” Kirishima stated as he got up to the counter. An omega with green hair that matched his eyes peered up at them. His freckles dotted his cheeks like stars in the sky at night. If it wasn't for the garbage going on in Katsuki's life he would have asked him on a date or something. He was just his type.

But he wouldn't dare drag him into the garbage pile that his life had become.

“Hi there. What can I get you guys?” the green haired guy asked, pushing away the notebook that he had next to him.

“I'll have just a latte. What do you want man? My treat,” he said. The blonde rolled his eyes and he sighed, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“Black coffee, light sweet, with light cream,” he stated.

The omega nodded his head and Katsuki's eyes looked over him again from behind his sunglasses. Too bad he had sworn off relationships after the last one. That had ended in fire and responsibility had taken a hold of him by his throat.

“Coming right up. I'll have those cups out there for you guys in just a moment,” the omega said, taking Kirishima's card to swipe and handed it back.

The two stepped down the counter, looking up at the tv that was playing the local news channel.

“How many days do you get with her this time?” Kirishima asked. “Looks like she doesn't like to bring her to different cities even around your home town.”

“She said maybe three days,” Katsuki sighed. “After that I don't know. I hate this. I pay child support all the time and I barely get to see her. I know I gave up on custody but I thought that's what was for the best, you know? A kid never having a real home...”

It made him sad as well. He didn't have a home anymore. Sure he had a condo that he owned but it was also that he was more or less always on tour with their music.

“Let me help then?” Kirishima suggested. “Maybe two eyes on your work will help it more and give you more ideas.”

Katsuki sighed.

“I guess,” he said, pulling the small notebook out of his pocket, setting it on the counter and leaned over it a bit. He pulled open a page to what he had been working on recently.

The two fell into conversation with one another, bumping words off one another of what sounded right and what should be reworked.

Though however they didn't notice the crowd that had started to form within the little cafe. Fans that recognized them from Katsuki's outburst before.

“Here's your drinks, oh my...” came the omega's voice at the sheer amount of people that was in the cafe at the moment.

Katsuki lifted his head as the omega set the cups down, his small notebook that was clutched in his hand being rest on the counter as well.

Katsuki cursed softly at the crowd and nudged Kirishima who was next to him. The redhead lifted his head.

“Oh no..” he sighed.

“It's Dynamight and Red Riot of Hero Works!” one girl called out, the other fans eagerly grinning as they started to come closer to the duo.

“We gotta go,” Katsuki said, turning to grab his notebook and ended up knocking over one of the cups of coffee.

Another curse passed his mouth as he reached for the napkins to clean it up. Kirishima grabbed the other cup and grabbed his arm.

“There's no time,” he said to him.

“I'm not just going to leave this,” Katsuki snapped at him.

“It's alright, I've got it,” the omega said to him. “It's okay, really.”

Katsuki felt guilt brew in his stomach but he grabbed his notebook and then was off, calling an apology over his shoulder to the omega as they pushed through the crowd.

The crowd followed the two of them out and the omega sighed.

“What's going on?” A brown haired beta asked. “Izuku are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Izuku said. “I'm alright Ochacho.”

He looked at where the alphas had run off to, wiping up the coffee and let out a small sigh. He had never expected to meet Dynamight, the lead singer of one of his favorite bands.

And to think he was nicer than he portrayed himself on stage.

Most people would just take off. While Katsuki had, he had apologized and had wanted to help him clean up as well.

But Izuku understood. For his safety he had to leave.

“Maybe we should have asked them to stay,” his coworker joked with a small laugh. “That could have brought in a lot of business.”

“Yeah...” Izuku said with a slightly dreamy sigh, tossing the wet napkins and looked at where the crowd had gone. “It sure would have.”

None of his friends were going to believe him that he had met the man he had a crush on for literal years since finding his music.

And he hadn't even gotten a picture of him.

*

“You should have taken one of the security guards with you,” Sero scolded, their manager of their band. “You two were lucky nothing happened to you than a coffee spill.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki grumbled and sighed, running his hand through his blonde spikes as he tugged off his hat in the hotel elevator.

“It's all over the news that you two were spotted out in the open,” Sero sighed. “Now people know we're in the city.”

“Good publicity?” Kirishima asked with a weak grin.

“I suppose, but you would two stop going around without a guard of some kind? I need to protect you both.”

“For you paycheck?” Katsuki snorted.

Sero rolled his eyes and threw a letter at his head. “No. We've been friends since we were in high school, so I care about my friends.”

“I know, just busting ya,” Katsuki stated and picked up the letter, letting out a sigh when he saw what it was. Another letter giving him the bill for his child support.

“Just relax tonight,” Kirishima offered, seeing the letter. “Worry about that garbage tommorrow.”

“I know,” Katsuki said with a sigh, stepping off the elevator at his floor to go to his suite. “Going to go crash.”

Well that wasn't his intention.

He had head inside, took a shower, made some ramen, and then sat down at the table with his guitar to start thinking of some lyrics.

But once he had opened his notebook he realized this was indeed not his notebook.

“What the...” he mumbled, flipping through the pages. Pages upon pages of song lyrics and poems, ranging from different things and different emotions.

The realization dawned on him. This was certainly not his notebook. This was the notebook that belonged that omega at the coffee shop.

Which meant he had to have his.

He checked his watch. Certainly that coffee shop was closed which meant there was no way he was going to get that back any time soon.

Hopefully he wasn't a fan and he wouldn't end up selling that online.

He let out a heavy sigh, resting his head on his hands and stared down at the notebook in front of him. He had to try to get that back.

And get this notebook back into hands of that cute omega.

He grabbed the edge of the notebook, ready to close it when his eyes scanned over the lyrics of the song he had opened to.

And then he read more. And more.

“This is really good...” Katsuki mumbled. This wasn't a song that existed certainly, and it held so much emotion in it.

He plucked a string on his guitar.

He could work with this. He could morph this into something that could work for them, give them a chance at their upcoming concert.

As he worked with it, jotting down notes on a seperate piece of paper and strumming on his guitar to pick the melody, he couldn't help but get sucked in.

This was wrong. Very wrong. This wasn't his work. This belonged to someone else. But he was desperate. Kaminari had put them in a situation that he wouldn't be able to get his way out of without some backlash.

And after one of Katsuki's latest moments of being rude to fans they really couldn't afford to have any set backs and more backlash.

“I'll make it up to him. I'll pay him. I'll do whatever it takes,” Katsuki sighed, scribbling another note down.

He would certainly thank this omega for saving him.

*

Izuku settled in on his couch that evening with his notebook on his lap, ready to write another song in there that would never see the light of day.

But to his surprise the usual words that he had written were no longer there and instead someone else's work stared back at him.

Most of it was things he recognized but others were things that he had never seen before.

“Oh my...” Izuku mumbled, fingers hovering over his mouth.

This was Dynamight's song lyric notebook. Which meant the singer had his.

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[system-of-a-feather]

You know, partially because Riku is giving me shit about it (affectionately), but apologies are weird for me. I'm not sure if thats because I approach it in a more eastern lens or because I'm low empathy or possibly both. Like at least in my experience, a lot of the ways apologies work with most people I've interacted with (average empathy and white just because there are so many of them) is you are apologizing to "take blame" for what has happened, and honestly I don't see the function or benefit in taking blame.

But the thing for me is like no shit it's your fault if you are trying to apologize. Why would you need to restate and own that? If someone is hurt or mad about something I did, why would I feel the need to say that its my fault something happened or that a thing went this way or that way. No shit. We both know that, otherwise we wouldn't be in the situation where I am apologizing / someone is apologizing to me. All it does in my opinion it just comes off as kind of pitiful and guilt trippy.

Apologies for me should largely be about respect between two individuals and actions that sincerely disrespect / neglect to heed the respect that you deem an individual deserves. Yes its important to take accountability for the action, but I really think focusing on that is a huge stupidity and waste of time.

If I'm apologizing - and apologizing genuinely and fully - it's because I fucked up and ended up inconveniencing, hurting, or all in all disrespecting the relationship I have developed with them by behaving in ways that they deserve better. Therefore, if I am genuinely full heartedly apologizing and meaning it, I am apologizing for how my actions were a disrespect to you / the person I'm apologizing to and I am asking for forgiveness because I do not wish to disrespect those that I do respect.

With that being said, it does result in the case where if I don't respect you or see you as someone I respect enough to have standards for how I think they deserve to be treated, I'll basically never apologize genuinely; Ill apologize because I'm "supposed to" but not with my heart; and considering I've got the worst fucking huge ego, there are very few people I could even find myself in the position to properly apologize but thats my #DisorderedBrain.

But really, I don't get apologies centered around taking fault and am of the opinions that apologies should be centered around respect in regards to the relationship of two individuals that had been disrespected. If anyone knows if this is a #low-empathy problem or a #not-white problem, feel free to key in cause I can't tell where my issue with this is sourced from, but either way its just wild.

Also this came up cause I genuinely had to apologize to Riku for shit and they've been going "lol you are really intense and extreme when you apologize, it means a lot and Ill take it but bro you are over the top" and Im like YEAH my dude. I fucked up and spent a week or two heavily disrespecting and neglecting the really strong dynamic we have going because I'm an idiot and that shits not cool. I heavily value the dynamic I have with them and so when I treat the dynamic I have with them like garbage unintentionally, I will gladly apologize as seen fit.

-XIV

[redinbluee]

Listen to me vent about my gcses (part 1)- (and there will definitely be more to come, so leave before I post again cause it won't be pleasant)

At this rate I'm actually gonna fail my gcses- just why the fuck did I promise my parents seven 9s out of ten gcses, how on earth am I supposed to do that. I have done absolutely nothing for the past month thanks to my executive dysfunction, but the problem is that my parents actually think that i did shit cause I've been lying (really shouldn't have), and they actually have faith in me?! Gosh the guilt is just piling up like a garbage dump and at some point it's just gonna all go tumbling down and crush my skull cause I kinda deserve it

(Here goes my annoying venting, I advise you to leave unless you enjoy my extra poetic storytelling and my insufferable personality)

So far I have only been confirmed two 9s, but that's fucking because these two 9s come from art and design & tech-oh I wonder why hmm well that's because art is literally my special interest so I've only been doing art this whole damn time (which it probably the reason why i got full marks which was just fucking extra, really should've devoted this time to something else). And the only reason why I'm not dying in Design & technology is because the tech assistant forced me to come up to the block three times a week to work on my project which actually worked and I somehow managed to accomplish some shit. Taking in account of the fact that I did DT and art together, you may probably tell that I am currently in quite an unfortunate situation if you are familiar with gcses

While I did manage to scrape three 9s in triple science in mocks, my brain is now telling me that it was a trap. There is a high chance that I won't be able to scrape three 9s again cause I actually fucking revised for those mocks, but I've gotten so lazy these past couple of months because of god knows what?! These mocks were evil isw it boosted my confidence wayy too much and now I just can't push myself to work because my brain tells me that "wEll iF yoU gOt 3 9s iN yOUr MocKs- you will DeFinAteLY get them again in the real thing! cause that's how it works right..." With my brain constantly in war with my body, no shit will be done- the only thing I would do is accidentally spark the beginning of WW3

Secondly, MaThs and GeOgRapHy. So I got 2 8s for maths and geo in my mocks which was kinda shit. According to my parents, I'm AsIaN, so I shouldn't be getting an 8 in maths- I've been making myself falsely believe that I'm actually good at maths but I'm simply shit. My dumbass was already forced into doing mountains of past papers thanks to my demonic hag of a teacher and I have absorbed absolutely nothing from those papers- Thanks to the fact that I chose the most amazing seat in the classroom where I appear to almost look invisible to the teacher, (guess what, it's the back corner seat) so she seems to have forgotten that I existed which may be both good or bad. But this ultimately does not help my current situation as this seat has made me wayy too comfortable- which is exactly why I didn't do shit in class for the past two months. Don't even get me stared with geography, I have done absolutely nothing for that.

FrEnCH

Now I have low hopes for French. This is one out of three subjects where it is simply impossible for me to get a 9. Over the course of two years, all I've accomplished was- annoy my partner to the point where we've just mutually decided to leave and switch seats. You may ask, Val how did you do that- thanks to autism, I was stimming (surprise surprise), but I was also constantly staring into her laptop because I had this chronic feeling that she was talking shit about me every lesson so I was just MoNitOrinG her behaviour (okay this is just simply messed up). Not only did I annoy my partner, I have also rightfully proven to my french teacher that I am simply insufferable and a waste of space and time. Due to my passive aggressive approach towards coping through these cursed french lessons, my teacher- obviously has given up on me. The bar is at rock bottom. Just last week, I had my french speaking exam- which I actually prepared for, god knows how I did that, but that's just the bare minimum. Allow me to recall exactly what happened.

I walk in, my hopes were low- they were drowning in the three metre end of the pool. I was given the photocard and roleplay and I was ushered into the opposite room to prepare for it. I flip the cards with my clammy, wet and disgusting hands- expecting to catch glimpse of hell. But hold up, these cards were- they were kinda easy ngl. So I had a vague idea about what to say and I was getting hopeful for the first time in months, my hands were moving like a fucking motor while I was squeezing out every ounce of vocabulary out of my brain. For once, I knew what the fuck I was doing. So 12 minutes passed and I was greeted by the presence of my french teacher (although she probably despises me, she is a wonderful teacher, really nice woman who smiled all the time, obviously, she didn't deserve my treatment, I love her as a person but I just simply hate the subject and the people my class) I stuttered quite a bit, jumbled up my tenses from time to time which was quite bad but my teacher was really encouraging. Finished the exam, and she told me I did well, couldn't tell if she was lying or not. I still have this feeling that she purposefully gave me the easy cards and questions simply because I have set the bar so low to the point where she had to selectively choose easier questions that would ensure me a pass- that's kinda sad lmao

Onto english- this is where it gets fucking messy

I have already accepted that I would probably completely flunk english. I hate the subject and got absolutely garbage grades in my mock. For english language, I wrote the most messed up creative writing my teacher has probably ever witnessed. All I did was- recycle the plot of Look Back by Fujimoto, but instead of murder I turned the death into a su*cide, I sprinked in some *personal trauma* and I subtly made it into a wlw fanfic. Not only that, I also recycled parts of Kat's poem from 10 things I hate about you and just stuck it in there because why not. You may imagine the mess that this writing actually is already. Under the pressures of time, my creativity was suppressed- making good use of my broad knowledge in films and manga, I bunched up my favourite plot points and quotes and cooked it up into something absolutely horrifying. This story was so messed up to the point where my teacher had to walk up to my desk after the exam and chat about my mental state. Wasn't fun, would not recommend- 0/10 experience. Ended up lying to her about the fact that this creative writing was half inspired by my life, told her that the piece was solely "inspired by my favourite works" and that I added in su*icide for "dramatic effect".

And I will 10/10 fail english literature without a doubt, I have given up long ago, and I will not willingly torture myself by forcing myself to learning these cursed texts. Expecting a 5 or lower. Don't care.

[blair-witxh]

Lost and found

Summary: reader starts to lose herself being in piltover for so long she takes a visit home to find herself again

Modern/fwb!au viktor x Feral!read

He's yelling, I can tell jayce is yelling. I can't hear it though, it's all blurred together why is he yelling? I was standing up for myself it was the first time in awhile so why is he yelling? I don't want him to yell I don't deserve this. "God are you even listening y/n?!" Finally I focus glaring at him.

"No jayce I'm not why would I you're screaming at me even though I've not done anything wrong! I was fucking defending myself!" I snapped finally standing up to face him this isn't me I don't sit and quietly take it so why was I? I know better then that.

"You can't fight everyone who says something you don't like y/n! You aren't in the slums anymore! You don't need to act like street trash!" He froze, he knew he sad something bad. I just laughed, all I could do was laugh.

"Wow jayce why don't you tell me what you truly think? So what if I'm not the peltie skank you wanted me to turn into?! What if I'm not acting like street trash?! Cause I'm not! I made it clear from the first day we met I was garbage right?" My blood began to boil, how dare he? I started to step closer to him no one was allowed to speak to me like that. I stopped feeling someone grab my arm I whipped around ripping my arm away from viktor, no he couldn't yell at me to, he couldn't side with jayce after what he just said. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" I quickly stepped away from them both curling into myself. Breathing is starting to get harder, why can't I breathe? I quickly stood straight holding the same air of confidence I always held, glaring at the two men before walking out of the lab slamming the door behind myself. Everything after that was a blur after that all I knew was I ended up back home, back on the streets in the old rundown bar my father owns. Sighing I made my way through the bar dodging people before I reached the stairs. I hesitated before beginning the walk up I was nervous to see him again I hadn't seen him since I moved to piltover, as I reached the door of his office I knocked before walking in smiling weakly at him as he stared shocked. "Hey dad…" he smiled at me inviting me sit. After that we talked and he offered me to stay and work in the bar for as long as I need, and from there I lost track of the time not realizing it bad been a month to he had pointed it out to me. Once he had pointed it out a guilt began to sink in, none of my friends knew where I was, if I was even alive. I still stayed I wasn't sure if they wanted me to come back, after debating for another week I decided to go back if not to see them to just pick up all my things. After saying goodbye to my father I packed the very few things I had and left pondering all the ways this could go wrong. As soon as I got back I went straight to viktors dorm hoping he'd be there, unsurprisingly he wasn't. I dropped my bag looking around his messy room, it was never like this he hated when it got messy, so why is it now? I shouldn't be thinking about this I need to go apologize. Sighing I quickly changed into some of the clean clothes I had in viks closet before heading to the lab anxiety building till I got there I carefully opened the broken door, I assume it's from when I slammed it. Taking a deep breath I walk in only seeing jayce staring at me with a dumb look. "Hey jayce…"

"Y/n!" Before I could say anything else jayce was hugging me so tight I could hardly breath. I roll my eyes but let him as he apologized

"Yeah yeah I get it jayce now let go you stupid monkey you're suffocating me" whining and pushing him away he let's go smiling.

"We didn't think you were coming back… vik just went to get coffee he'll be back soon… I'm gonna go see if Mel needs anything" he smiled at me before quickly leaving knowing I'd want to talk to vik alone. I looked around the lab looked tbe exact same as always I walked towards viks desk looking it over before hopping up to sit on it and wait. Why is he taking so long? He's just getting coffee, did he find out I'm here an decide to not come back? Before my thoughts go any further the door opened to reveal a very disheveled viktor if you could even call it that. To anyone who didn't know him he'd look fine but I could tell he was upset. "Vik what's wrong?" I quickly hop off the desk and walk over to him cupping his cheek feeling his warm tears on his cheek I quickly began to panic. "Vik what's going on?" I watched as he dropped his cane hugging me tightly leaning all his weight into me.

"You left… and I didn't know where you went… I didn't think you were coming back…" his shoulders shook as he sobbed flinging onto me, I hugged him back tightly before pulling away slightly to cup his cheeks gently looking him in his eyes.

"I will always come back vik I'm sorry I disappeared I just needed to find myself again" I leaned up gently kissing him.

[all-about-seggs]

Ardent Affections :

Pairing : Timeskip + Virgin! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Female reader

Rating : 18+, Explicit

Word count : 3k

Warnings : Smut and fluff (and holy shit I ended up including a bit of angst) , Loss of virginity, blow job, fingering, vaginal sex, established relationships.

A/n: I prefer dirtier side of Smuts but this was as far as I could go with Saku sooooo I hope my fluffy smut isn't cringey >.<.

Putting the plum filled onigiri in the clean plastic container, you give it another look over to make sure it's tidy enough, afterall, the person you made this for was nothing if not picky. But, you also knew he loved umeboshi, so after a few successful weeks of your relationship with Sakusa, you went ahead and bought more than enough dried plums to practice making something he won't be able to refuse. It didn't take long to reach the gym he was practicing at, with lunch time approaching, he'd be on his break too, giving you the perfect chance to have some alone time.

One would think, that no boyfriend would refuse their significant other's cooking but falling in love with him as well as dating him made you realise it wasn't the status quo. He was, at the very least, peculiar. Always on his own, Sakusa never felt the need to be involved with a lot of people, ironical as it may be for someone who played a team sport, his idiosyncrasies made it hard for most people to get close to him. That's why the sight of a cluster of high shool girls flocking your boyfriend, to give him their handmade goods was comical yet unsettling.

It wasn't something you got jealous at, but it's something that made you second guess yourself instead, whenever the thought of making him something pooped in your head, this same scene played infront of your eyes. Sakusa surrounded by a bunch of girls with heart eyes, wanting to give him stuff. On the verge of losing his polite demeanor, Sakusa almost gave them a taste of his blunt indifference if it weren't for some faculty member intervening. Today was the same.

With the perfect excuse, he pulled himself away from the group and sauntered towards you, eye twitching with a look that screamed ' I saw you having fun on my expense'. You quickly pulled yourself out of the gloomy thoughts and greeted him with your regular smile.

" I didn't wanted to disturb your fan meet", the cheeky tone in your voice added to his annoyance.

" I assure you that you didn't, besides you know I don't like hand made stuff ", he grumbled, voice carrying the regular icky note you were used to but it caused the dull ache in your heart grew. Before you could answer, you saw Bokuto running towards your direction, making you jump with his boisterous greeting,

" HEY! Y/n chan!... Are you gonna join us for lunch as well ?", The look in his face was as cute as his voice which was cutoff by Sakusa's cold one,

" No. I don't like the places you go to eat. Also, I'm done for today so we have no reason to stay.", Curt and to the point, Sakusa answered him and gestured you with his eyes to follow him instead.

" Geez, it's like he can never let loose!, Y/n chan! You should ask him to open up more!", pouting, the energetic male glared at Sakusa's retreating form.

"Ummm, Sorry Bokuto! He still doesn't know how to..... People? I guess? But he's trying! I know he is! So don't worry... We'll catch up with you guys sometime else okay?", With a slight bow, you trailed after your boyfriend, leaving a deflated Bokuto behind.

As you walked behind him, you thought about the first time the both of you met, he didn't even looked at you properly before leaving just like he was right now, about how you had to put your feelings out in the open first so that he'd finally notice them, how, for the last few days your garbage can only had dozens of messed up onigiri, and how the lunch you packed was getting colder by the minute as it layed still in your bag.

You were lost in thought for the rest of the way, he wasn't one to talk much but your constant silence was not something that often happened. Still not being used to initiating small talks, all he could do was gaze at the dazed look on your face.

The two of you made your way back to his apartment that the sports facility provided the players. You had been here a couple of times before but never long enough to actually call it 'staying over'.

" Why are we at your place?", You quietly ask, making him pause before speaking.

" I did say I was done with practice for the day", opening the front door he ushered you in. It was unsurprisingly neat, the entrance not having any useless items, infact everything in his place had a purpose or use.

It was a big step, him letting anyone in his personal space, considering his high maintenance personality you thought he'd dip you in a bucket of sanitizer everyday but he was a lot more chill when you both take your respective baths. He still goes in first.

The moment you stepped outside the bathroom, you saw a nervous looking Sakusa was sitting on the edge of his bed.

" Did you really wanted to have lunch with those guys?", His abrupt question caught you off guard, so apparently he took your silencein the wrong way, but it still warmed your heart to know he noticed and cared enough to talk about it, albeit clumsily.

" Is that why you think I was quite on our way here?", The reply you gave made him avert his eyes, whether it was out of embarrassment or the awkwardness in the room, it didn't change the fact that your sudden change in behaviour was noted by your boyfriend.

" If you have something to say, then I want you to tell me, I'm afraid I won't know otherwise", Sakusa added, finally looking at you with his deadpan yet sharp look.

He was right, every couple needs to have proper communication in order for their relationship to succeed, so with that in mind you decided to tell him about what's bothering you.

Walking over to his side, you sat next to him,

" I made you lunch today, but when I saw you rejecting your fans gifts saying you don't like handmade stuff, it- bothered me.", Your reasoning might've been a little selfish, it's not like you wanted to force anything on him just because you were his girlfriend but the fear of getting rejected always made you hold back on so many things.

" So I didn't give it to you, and then I just started having a trail of depressing thoughts about how maybe I'm the only one who wants anything from this relationship, I mean we haven't even done anything more than kissing Kiyoomi.", To you, this confession was nothing more than the frustrations you've built up. He was silently listening as you went on, not interrupting until you were done.

" I see....", His soft baritone was laced I'm regret as he brought his hands to you head, gently combing the strands, " I'm sorry, I made you feel that way, it's obvious that both of us need to work on our communication skills but there is one thing you got wrong", saying that, his hand combing you hair pushed you forward until you were right in front of his glossy lips,

" It should go without saying that I wouldn't let you in here if I didn't loved you, and you wouldn't be in this bed either if I didn't wanted you.", By the end of his sentence, his hot mouth covered your in a demonically passionate kiss which was all teeth and tongue. It was probably your longest kiss as well, making you grip his shoulders so hard it would've probably left marks if it weren't for his taut musculature. You pressed you hands on his sculpted chest, feeling his nipples harden as you slowly run you thumbs over them. Sakusa pulled away from you to catch a few breaths, his lips shining with your mixed saliva.

" I've never done this before......", hesitation crossed his eyes which soon melted into a look of determination as he brought his face near yours.

"But if it's with you, I know I'll like it", he panted, pulling you on his lap to continue his ministrations from a more closer proximity. The uncharacteristically deep kiss encouraged your hands to roam around more, to feel all of his ripped form through the fabric of his thin shirt. Your hand grazed his crotch, this contact alone was enough to make him twitch, his virginity showing, the blush on his cheeks spreaded all the way to his neck.

The front of his shorts looked so strained,It was painfully clear how much his cock was begging for attention, so you pushed Sakusa back until he was lying flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. Searching his eyes for any objections, you pulled his waistband down to reveal his bulging member. It suited a big guy like him, his thick cock felt so hot and heavy in you hand it took everything in you to stop yourself from jumping on it right away.

" Hggg... Wait... It's-", his voiced carried more embarrassment than discomfort but you stopped nonetheless.

" Dirty?.....is that what you want to say?", questioningly, you looked at him from between his legs as he nodded.

" Well sex is better dirty but, I'll try not to make a mess okay?", With a wink you grabbed his shaft with one hand and took his tip in your mouth. The warm, wet insides of your mouth touching the sensitive head of his cock made him shudder in pleasure but he didn't make more than a hum. Maybe your boyfriend was still embarrassed but now that you finally get to go down on him, you made it a personal goal to hear his moans.

Detemined to hear his beautiful whimpers, you added pressure on his member through your tongue as you moved your lips up and down, swallowing him as much as you could. Droll dripping from the side of your mouth and his precum gave you enough lubrication to increase you pace, going harder and harder until you felt your teeth make contact with his sensitive shaft, that must've hurt, you thought but atleast it got a reaction out of him.

" AH-.....mmmhh Y/n damnit.....you're doing it too roughly", you heard him complain from above you,

" I just rough housed you a little..... Anyway, you can't blame a girl who's been abstaining herself from fucking her hot boyfriend ", with a pop you pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at the wide eyed Sakusa with an uncharacteristic boldness that even surprised you. Maybe it was because of the situation or because you two had a heart to heart conversation about your feelings just now but you felt oddly comfortable with him more than you ever did before. You knew he loved you enough to put up with anything you'd throw at him at his point, so why not push your luck?

"......well aren't you a vulgar little girl", regaining his composure, Sakusa propped himself on his elbows to give you his trademark deadpan look. You squeeze his balls teasingly in an attempt to rile him up further, his face contorts a little before he shoots you a glare.

" I'm going to make you regret that", with nothing more than a growl he grabbed your hand to make lie face down beside him, for a second you thought he'd spank you, but the moment you raised you head from the mattress to see what's going on, a big hand was on your head pushing your face down again, his other hand ghosting over the hem of your t-shirt.

" It's my turn now, so you better behave", emphasizing the behave he first pulled your shirt off of your shoulders, then swiftly getting rid of your pants. This was an interesting turn of event, just a moment ago your virgin boyfriend was squirming like a pathetic little boy but with just a little teasing made him switch into daddy mode, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't thrilling.

You laid there stark naked as you heard a few rustling sounds coming from behind, indicating Sakusa taking his cloths off. His long, deft fingers grabbed your hips, raising them a slightly off the surface of the mattress, the digits of his right hand crept near your dripping core as if wondering if he should touch you or not, you moved your hips closer so you could feel his touch but he retreated his hand, only to pinch one of your butt cheek. The tease.

" If you're expecting me to eat you out too then keep dreaming..... but since I made you wait so long, I'll give you something else today", his matter of fact tone was even as he traced two long fingers up your slit taking in all of your juices, he pushed them inside your aching pussy. His thick digits rubbing your walls made you moan in the pillow, with his thumb he started rubbing your engorged clit. His actions were not exactly gentle but you didn't wanted them to be either, you wanted him to pound you into the mattress so bad but maybe it was asking too much from someone inexperienced.

" You like this right?", It wasn't exactly a question, as his increased his speed, with his free hand he pinched your ass again leaving small red marks in the fleshy patch of skin. Your first orgasm in so many weeks approached you with an intense force, making you buck you hips in Sakusa's hand. Just as your pussy started clenching around the fingers that was inside it, he withdrew his hand leaving you with a strange sense of emptiness.

" Not so fast y/n, it's more efficient it we cum together, besides I know you want more than just my fingers", his voice carrying the cockiness of someone far more experienced but you can't complain, for both his actions and words were easily bringing you closer to the edge. Ignoring the stickiness of his fingers he lightly massaged your butt cheeks before kneeling right behind them. The sight of your flushed, naked body was enough to get him going, something that he dare not admit.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him opening his bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. Well, atleast one of you were prepared for this, just as he finished putting on the thin protection, he asked you,

" I'm putting it in y/n", he didn't make it sound like a question but it wasn't until you nodded in approval, that he moved. Groaning lightly, Sakusa entered you inch by inch, making the process as slow as possible so could clearly feel the delicious stretch his thick cock provided. You were already panting by the time he bottomed out in you, as he started moving his hips you rolled yours to match his pace, creating a steady rhythm.

Both your pants and body were in sync, building up pleasure that soon reached its peak, the roll of your hips and the sound of his name from your mouth urged him to take a hold of your hips and drive his pulsating member further into your cunt. He felt your walls clenching around him when your body experienced the well awaited orgasm, quivering beneath him like. The sudden pressure added on to his cock made your boyfriend follow right after. The both of you were still riding your high when he lowered his torso on to your back, sweat slicked bodies on top of each other, you wondered what kind of face he would be making right about now. Hoping it wasn't one of disgust, you turned your face to the side, his endearing curls tickling your ears as he kept his nose buried in the nape of your neck.

There was a serene quality to the room where the two of you laid still until Sakusa got up abruptly, you knew that it was bath time even before he uttered anything.

" Let's eat", his soft voice seemed almost like a whisper which was confusing and astonishing at the same time when he tossed one towel to you and quickly wiped himself with the other.

Making quick work of the cleaning, you both went to the living room where you pulled out the bento box from your bag. It felt cold against your hand but this time it didn't make you sad because now you were sure that the person next to you wouldn't reject it.

Opening the box, you noticed they got a little crushed, probably because of you tossing your bag aside dejectedly when you first arrived, the previously well made onigiri lost their original shape but you hoped they tasted the same.

Gingerly showing him the box you thought about quickly explaining it's condition and telling him about how you made it in the most hygienic way possible for a human but the words died in your mouth when Sakusa briskly took one piece out and munched on the distorted rice ball. You watched him chew, waiting became too nerve-racking so you blurted, " How is it Kiyoomi?!", Talk about putting pressure on a guy but it didn't deter him from telling you the truth.

" It's good", the simple reply he gave was the best, you thought, his words were never grandiose, just to the point that's what made you believe them everytime he decides to be honest with you.

"Next time...", He mumbled in between his increasing breaths and tinted cheeks,"Lets make it together".

[techav]

SE-VGA

I've started a new project.

Inspired by recent work on creating modern reproductions of the Mac SE logic board and following my previous CPLD VGA generator project, I've been working on a PDS card for the Mac SE that mirrors its video on a VGA monitor.

I'm using a similar approach to the [bbraun] project, which used an stm32f4 to watch the SE's CPU bus for writes to the SE frame buffer memory addresses. Instead of using a microcontroller I'm using an Atmel ATF1508AS CPLD to monitor the SE CPU bus for writes to the frame buffer addresses and storing the data in a pair of 32kB SRAM chips. The CPLD then reads back the video data to generate a 640x480 monochrome VGA signal with the SE video in letterboxed in its original 512x342 resolution.

The circuit itself is fairly straightforward. The CPLD runs everything off a single clock signal from a can oscillator, and uses the pair of SRAM chips for video memory. Other than those four chips, there are a few passive components. It's simple enough I could have built one with point-to-point wiring or even wire-wrap. But, to reduce debugging and the potential for noise disrupting the SE's normal operation, I decided to lay out and order some small PCBs.

I got these from JLC for $2 plus shipping and they arrived in just under two weeks. Build was easy enough. I used the drag solder technique with a lot of flux to solder on the 100 pin QFP package CPLD and it went on with no problems. Everything else is through-hole.

I tried to take a methodical approach to build and debug. I started with just the CPLD and clock to make sure it could generate a proper sync signal that was recognized by my monitor. That much worked without issue, so I moved on to testing if it could read data from its VRAM bus and display it. This part took some work with a logic analyzer and a few rounds of updates, but eventually I was able to tie one VRAM Data pin high and get it to display lines.

From there, I added the VRAM sockets to test if it could properly read from VRAM and display its contents. SRAM powers on to random contents, and when I added the SRAM to the board and powered it on, I was greeted with a screen of random pixels. VRAM was working, and the video generator was displaying a stable, consistent image.

At this point there was only one thing left to do — solder on the (expensive!) DIN 41612 connector and test it out in the SE.

Well, it was half working.

I had half of the image on screen, so it was clearly recognizing CPU write cycles, storing it in VRAM, and recalling it in sequence. I quickly found and corrected a bug in the code looking for the 68000 lower data strobe (!LDS), and inverted the final output and tried again.

It ... Wasn't quite right. It started out fine while Mac OS was booting. There was a little noise in the image, but not too bad ... until it reached the Finder. By the time it was finished booting, it was flashing, alternating between valid video data and a garbage data. The garbage data seemed to be encroaching on the valid data as well, the longer the system ran.

The first bug didn't take long to find. The classic Macs, including the SE actually support double-buffered video. They have a primary frame buffer and an alternate frame buffer, selected by setting or clearing one output bit on the VIA chip. I designed the card to support both frame buffers, and to also watch the CPU bus for writes to the specific VIA bit that controls frame buffer selection. I had calculated the VIA address wrong though, so it was swapping between frame buffers when it shouldn't have and that's what was causing the flashing.

I still had the problem of garbage data being displayed however. This one took a while to figure out, and I'm actually still not sure how it was happening to begin with.

The logic analyzer showed that every so often a VRAM write cycle would overlap with a VRAM read cycle. The VRAM write state machine shouldn't have allowed that to happen, but it was. Unable to find anything that would cause the cycles to overlap, o added a test to delay the write cycle if it detected a current read cycle.

The result?

No more garbage data.

I really can't believe it. I wasn't sure I could get this to work, and I wasn't sure it would fit into a CPLD with only 128 macrocells. To top it off, this is my first real project using System Verilog instead of VHDL.

It's not perfect yet. There is one column of garbage data being displayed on the left of the image, and it looks like the last column off the right is also ending up on the left. But, it is completely useable.

I'm not finished with this project yet. I want to bump it up to XGA resolution (1024x768), which would allow the SE video to be pixel doubled and take up more of the screen. The 65MHz clock necessary for XGA is hard to come by, so I'm thinking about spinning up a rev 2 board that uses an FPGA instead of a small CPLD.

This has been a fun project. It's always so exciting for a project to have visible results.

I have the project on GitHub if anyone is interested in taking a closer look.

[batjokezlovineverything]

The One That Got Away (Sonny Carisi x Daughter!Reader) Part 1/2

anonymous inquired:

Hii do you fanfics, imagines for SVU? If so can you do a Sonny x reader where you are his daughter and you try to kill yourself after being raped. The team finds out and hunts the rapist down. If you could make it middle length maybe? It’s ok if you can’t. If you can thank youuu

Trigger Warning(s): mentions of rape, description of rape, suicide attempt, self-harm, language, etc..

Reminder: Spoilers from recent episodes of SVU - so Carisi is ADA now. If you don't like spoilers, please watch/start on Season 22 beforehand. Thank you.

You could still feel the touch of him. How he threw you around like garbage. When you look down at your legs, you see reminders of him. That night was horrifying for you. However, you weren't surprised that you were targeted since you're the daughter of ADA Carisi.

Y/N Carisi - you were born on M/D/Y - having e/c eyes and h/c hair. Despite all that, you grew up near the SVU, so you knew the signs but you felt like you were stupid and deserved this. Like it was meant to happen. You haven't told anyone because you felt ashamed. You know (for a fact) that your dad will literally kill the guy - but you don't want him to risk his job for you.

(POV CHANGE - I/IM/ME/FIRST PERSON)

I came home from school and immediately went to my bedroom. My dad wasn't home yet so I just lay in my bed - and do what I've been doing. I just look at the wall and think. I think about the things I've done, the things I've wanted to do, the things I want to do, and the things that I wanted to do but was too scared to do so.

It's hard being an ADA's daughter because I've seen the threats he's gotten. People have cyberbullied me a lot, which isn't a surprise, but it's still not pleasant. Through my dad, I've felt unsafe because of threats I received - and some of the things that have been done to me.

A few weeks ago, I was raped after my dad won a case. The convicted man's family, who is apart of a mafia, seemed to convey hatred against him. I'm not sure if it's one of them that raped me but I just want to block it out. I want to forget it ever happened but it's not that easy. The past few days have been even harder because the thoughts have gotten worse. My dad knows I struggle with my mental health, in general, but he doesn't know why it's worsened lately. He doesn't know that I've started self-harming again.

It's hard to be alone with all these thoughts - because it's getting harder. I look at the belt nearby and place my hand against the leather. I just want this pain to be gone.

(HOURS LATER; 3RD PERSON POV)

Sonny finally arrived home. He had been trying to get a hold of Y/N but he had no luck. He opened the front door to a silent apartment. He was used to the silence but he felt a different feeling - like something was - like a gut instinct. He knew something was up.

He began to call Y/N's name, "Y/N! Are you home?" Silence. Just pure silence. He looked around the apartment and noticed her backpack on the kitchen counter - so she was home.

He went down the hallway and saw her bedroom door barely shut. He opened the door and he felt his stomach turn. Y/N was hanging from a belt. He rushed to her and unbuckled the belt carefully, so she would fall down, but he grabbed her in time. She placed her on the floor and felt for a pulse. It was weak but she had a pulse.

He took his phone out and dialed 911, before putting the speakerphone on and placing it on the ground. He immediately began chest compressions.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"This is ADA Sonny Carisi of Manhattan. I just came home to my daughter who attempted suicide. Please, send some paramedics and SVU here."

He continued the CPR, "Are there signs of sexual abuse?"

"I don't know but something isn't right. I'm doing CPR right now. Her pulse is weak. Please, hurry."

"Yes sir, just keep doing what you're doing. They're on their way."

Sonny continued to do the compressions, hoping she'd wake up, but she was still unconscious.

"Come on, baby..." He mumbled under his breath, as he continued the compressions.

Minutes went by and the paramedics arrived, along with SVU. They rushed into the house and Sonny stood by, as they began to take her vitals and placed her on a stretcher. Sonny felt like his whole world was turning upside down.

Olivia rushed in there, along with Amanda. "Sonny, what happened?"

"I came home to check on her because she wasn't answering her phone, so when I got here - something felt off and went to her room and found her like this..." He explained, trying to contain his emotions.

"Do you think she was raped?" Amanda questioned, causing Sonny to look down to the ground.

"I don't know but she hasn't been suicidal... I've been with her and something isn't right about this."

Olivia watched them take her out on the stretcher, noticing scratches on her arms, before sighing. Sonny was right. Something was wrong.

Hours had passed and Y/N awoke in a hospital bed, looking around to see her dad and some of his friends. "Dad?"

Sonny immediately rushed to his daughter's side and gave a kiss on her forehead. "How are you, sweetheart?"

She remembered what she did and regret filled her eyes. She placed her palms over her eyes and shook her head. "I'm so sorry, dad..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N." Sonny assurred but she shook her head, throwing her hands down on the bed.

"I do, I really do, Dad." Y/N sobbed out, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. Sonny looked at her and grabbed her hand, rubbing the back of her hand gently.

"Honey, why are you sorry?" She began to tug at the IV, trying to take it out. Machines began to beep uncontrollably, "You're safe, Y/N!"

"Dad, you're gonna kill me..." She yelled out in hysterics, nurses beginning to barge in.

"Sedate her!" One of the nurses shouted. Sonny was forced to get out of the room as he watched her fight off nurses.

"What happened to my babygirl?"

"Sonny..." Olivia began as she placed a hand on his back. "I think she's been raped or assaulted."

Sonny felt himself becoming numb and in shock. Olivia had it wrong, or did she? It would make a lot of sense, though. The huge question was why? Why would someone hurt his babygirl? That question ran through his mind.

Hours passed by and Sonny anxiously paced the halls of the hospital. Olivia had gone in there to talk with Y/N. Sonny knew he couldn't do it and just knew that she wouldn't talk to him about it. Not yet, at least.

"It's going to be okay, Carisi..." Amanda reassured, standing up after sitting in the chair for some time. "We will figure this all out but you need to sit down, you'll make yourself sick."

"I already feel sick and disgusted. I should've known something was off. I should've taken off work when her behavior started changing but I thought it was just teenage things. We've all gone through it..."

Amanda tightened her lips, biting the inside of her cheek. It was really unfortunate. The creak from the hospital room's door interrupted the two. Olivia came out with a clipboard, approaching Sonny at once. "I need you to sit down, Sonny..."

Sonny knew exactly what Olivia was going to say. Either way, nothing would stop the anger evolving inside of him. He didn't protect his daughter like he was always promised. He was already blaming himself.

"She was raped about a week ago. His identity is unknown but she said he had green eyes, black hair, pale skin, and dressed very neatly - but she mentioned that he said it was a warning for you..."

Sonny curled his eyebrows together, bringing eye contact with Olivia. He began to shook his head, grabbing the sides of his face, burying his face into his lap. "No..."

"She said he supposedly was a relative of a case you beat recently."

Carisi pounded his fist into his legs, screaming out, "Damn it!"

He jumped to his feet immediately, rushing toward the exit of the building, anger overcoming him.

"Sonny, you can't pursue this case!" Olivia yelled through the distance. "I have the authority to arrest you and I don't want to do that..."

He stopped in his tracks, turning to her. "You won't let me pursue this but you pursued your buddy Stabler's wife's case..."

"Excuse me?"

"If you can help your old partner out, then you can have my back on this... Either way, I have a feeling on who this is, and no one's stopping me - not even you."

With that, Carisi rushed out of the hospital building, leaving Olivia speechless. She looked at Amanda and audibly sighed.

Carisi got home and skimmed through each case file thoroughly, especially recent cases.

Brown v. Powell

New York State v. Senator Graham

Little v. Brewster

Jackson v. Gallagher

As he went past the Jackson v. Gallagher file, he pulled up the list of relatives for the Gallagher case (the opposing side). He saw Michael Gallagher. He was 35 and had all the features his daughter reportedly claimed. He clenched his hands into fists for a moment before hearing the doorbell ring. He snapped out of it and went to open the door.

In the pouring rain, Olivia stood there. Carisi found himself surprised but grateful.

"I'm sorry..." She gently apologized as she dug her hands into the pockets of her trenchcoat.

"We don't have time for that. I think I found a suspect..."

Olivia widened her eyes a bit as he led her to his office. He began to explain the case to her, which was complicated but expressed how one of the relatives had been sending threats since the trial completed. In which, we have Michael Gallagher.

"This is good... He looks just like the guy she described. This is a good sign, Sonny." Olivia admitted as she pulled out her phone. "I'm going to have them test Y/Ns DNA samples and possibly other DNA matches as soon as they can."

"Thank you, Liv."

She flashed a sly smile at him before she headed out. However, Sonny wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon, so the night would be interesting.

[l-egionaire]

Owl House Fanfic - Can't Hurt Her

"Ha-ha! Not fast enough Luz-er!"

"Give it back!" 

Luz's cries fell on deaf ears as the large jock she'd been running at  tossed her Azura novel over her head and into the waiting arms of the cheerleader standing at the other end of the hall. Around them, a crowd of students laughed as Luz turned around and raced towards the cheerleader.

The whole mess had started just a few minutes ago. Luz had been walking through the halls,  her face deep in the latest Good Witch Azura book. She'd saved up for a month to get the special edition with the maps of Azura's home and exclusive wraparound cover art. Unfortunately, Luz had been so wrapped up in reading that she hadn't been paying attention to where she was walking and accidentally bumped into someone, causing her to fall to the ground. She looked up and, to her horror, saw that the person she’d walked into was Allison Greer.  Head cheerleader, most popular girl in school, and person who delighted in picking on her at every opportunity. Behind her was her usual entourage of jocks, cheerleaders, and other assorted cool kids.

Allison gave Luz her usual “your existence is bothering me” glare. “Watch where you’re going, Noceda.”

Hoping to avoid yet  another humiliating encounter with the girl, Luz muttered out an apology and quickly scrambled to pick up her things that had fallen to the floor. But before she could pick up her new Azura book, Allison snatched it up.

"Hey!"

Allison flipped open the book and rifled through the pages. "Jeeze, is this the kind of nerdy junk you’re always looking at?” In an overly dramatic and sarcastic tone she recited “Azura swept Hecate into her arms, her trembling fingers sweeping the hair out of Hecate’s face so that she could see her deep blue eyes. 'Oh Hecate! I’m so glad that you’re alright! I couldn’t bear to imagine life without you!' Allison and her friends all laughed. “Really riveting.”

Luz sighed, used to this kind of thing by now. “Can I just have it back please?”

Unfortunately for Luz, Allison’s face got the smirk she always had when she was about to do something mean. 

“Aw but I’m not done reading it. Although, it might be easier without this lame cover.” Allison used her manicured nails to begin scratching the cover off the book.

Luz panicked. “Stop!” She ran at Allison to try and take her book back but Allison noticed and threw the book over to one of the jocks near her causing Luz to turn around and go towards him instead.

This led to the humiliating game of back and forth Luz was currently engaged in. The crowd had gathered after a few minutes to indulge in her embarrassment.

After  charging the jock once more, only for him to chuck the book to Allison, Luz finally stopped in the middle area between them and cried to the cheerleader. “Please! Just give me my book back.”

Allison looked at her for a moment before sighing. “Fine.”

Luz’s chest filled with glee. She ignored the sound of the crowd groaning in disappointment and walked straight to Allison, her hands outstretched. “Thank you!”

But, rather than return the book to Luz, Allison once again gave her her signature evil smirk. Her eyes then locked on to something behind her.

“You know Noceda, I’ve got to admit. After only reading a few pages of this lame book, it seems like garbage. So...I’d say it belongs in the trash!”

With one last strong throw, Allison hurled the book into an arc in the air until it landed into an open garbage can.

Luz cried out in shock, “No!” She bolted to the trashcan and hurled herself halfway into it,  clawing through the trash to find her lost novel. After a few seconds, her hand found the books spine. But before she could pull herself out, she felt someone grab hold of her legs, lift them up, and stuffing her fully into the trash can before putting the lid on top of the can, leaving Luz surrounded by stink and trash.

Even from inside the can Luz could hear the rest of the students laughing at her.

"Well, that's two pieces of garbage that got thrown away." She heard Allison say.

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Luz trudged down the street, garbage juice soaked into her clothes and tears running down her face.

After managing to pull herself out of the garbage, Luz had unfortunately run into the school principal. She'd tried to explain what had happened with Allison but, as usual, he didn't believe her and assumed Luz had gone dumpster diving to look for elves or something else strange she usually did.  So he'd sent her home to change out of her dirty, smelly clothes. And worst of all, her brand new Azura book was ruined!

Beneath the sadness, humiliation, and pain Luz had stored up from today, one other emotion bubbled to the top.

Rage.

She couldn't do this anymore. She'd tried hard to ignore the bullying and just make the best of her school days but this was the last straw. She was going to call her mom, tell her what happened and she'd…..do something. Tell the principal to believe her? Pull her out of school? She didn't know. All Luz knew was that she couldn't keep pretending things were okay at school. She had to come clean.

Soon, Luz arrived at her house. She unlocked and opened the door only for her eyes to widen in shock at the sight of her mom sitting asleep upright on the couch, her head laid back and drool leaking from her mouth.

Luz walked over and gently shook her mother's arm. "Mamá?

Camila immediately shot awake and blinked tiredly around her before noticing Luz. "Whah!? Oh, ugh, I'm sorry Mija."

"Are you okay? What are you doing home so early?"

"Oh, I'm just tired. I've been working so much this week that I've barely gotten any sleep. " Camila stood up from the couch and yawned before slouching over. "And after I accidentally brought a doctor a baked potatoe instead if the replacement spleen he needed he may have suggested I go home and get some rest.

Luz let out a small chuckle but then actually noticed how worn out her mother was. There were heavy bags under her eyes, her whole body sagged with exhaustion. Even her voice sounded haggard and weary.

"Mamá, are you sure you're okay?" Luz asked worriedly.

"Si, Si, I'm fine. But, what are you doing home so early?" Camila rubbed her eyes then looked at Luz again. She then seemed to notice the stains on her clothes. "What happened?" She then sniffed the air, cringed and held her nose. "And why do you smell so bad?"

Luz suddenly remembered what had happened and clenched her fists. This was perfect. She'd been planning to just call her mom at work but now she could tell her to her face-

And make her have to deal with even more. 

That took the wind out of Luz's sails. She once again looked at her mother and took in her still lingering signs of exhaustion.

Her mamá had already been pushing herself so hard at work to bring home money and keep a roof over their heads. And now Luz was going to make her have to deal with her problems too?

Luz sighed internally and plastered a sheepish smile onto her face. 

"Oh that. I, uh, dropped my new Azura book into the trash so I went into the trashcan to get it back."

Camila groaned. "Luz, I've told you before. You can't go rummaging through the garbage! Now look at you. You got your school clothes ruined. "

Luz laughed weakly, struggling to keep her false grin. "Heh, heh, sorry mom. I just...couldn't help myself. You know how I am."

[sebastianshaw]

Meme from "Broad City" quotes

“You said if you were ever going to do same sex experimentation, it was going to be with me.”

"Who would you rather go down on you? Michael Bublé or Janet Jackson?”

“Can Janet Jackson go down on me while Michael Bublé narrates it in song?”

“What’s an Arch de Triumph?”

“It’s when two dudes go down on us, is how I picture it, and they’re butt to butt and then you and I do Oprah hands.”

“I really don’t feel like going into work today.”

"Great, I’ll see you in 30 days then. . . biiiiitch.”

“Maybe your dad should have pulled out.”

“I need someone for the amazing race because my mom just pulled out.”

“I also have business with the bank. I’d like to cash these nickels, and I’ll have them in quarters, please. Thank you so much.”

“I’m a sexual X-Man. I’m Wolverine. I’m Vulvarine!”

"Oh my Lady God, thank you!"

“The vagina is nature’s pocket. It’s natural and responsible.”

“I would take you on my shoulders – like I’d strap you up and be like, ‘Let’s go through helllll.’”

“I’m not sexually aroused, I’m fiscally aroused.”

“That’s literally a one stop pussy shop. I love it!”

“I finally figured out my eyebrows, They’re sisters, not twins.”

“Four R’s, my friend-- Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, Rihanna.”

“Statistically we’re headed toward an age where everybody’s going to be, like, caramel and queer.”

“I’m an adult and I’m responsible. Let’s go get some candy.”

“I finally masturbated above the covers without my eyes being closed.”

“I just want to get home and watch my shows.”

"You just pulled a bag of pot out of your vagina."

"Do you ever get hair from your head stuck in your buttcrack in the shower?"

"I'm still not over Amy Winehouse."

"I can't really imagine what it's like for people with blue eyes."

"This isn't a sugar daddy thing. This is just an old established guy paying for his younger friend who he also has sex with kind of thing."

"You're like 12, right?"

"I love me some dumplings. It's like a squirrel clutch with a meatball in it."

"I was so worried I baked a whole cake and then I ate a whole cake."

"In da clerb, we all fam."

"I know you from your ass better than I know your face."

"I respect you respecting me."

"You know what's cool about this party? We're the sexiest girls here."

"I'll pick up your poop. You're worth it."

"This is what living on the edge looks like."

"You got beauty. You got brains. You're a fucking genius. Do you wanna kiss?"

"You look sexy and vivacious and artsy and, like, young-wife material but, like, taut and teasy still. It's a perfect combo."

“Witches aren’t monsters, they’re just women! They’re fucking women who cum and giggle and play in the night. And that’s why everybody wants to set them on fire ‘cause they’re so fucking jealous."

"YAS KWEEN!"

“I AM NOT A MOM!”

"You never know if you never try and if you never try you never know."

“I’m only 27, what am I? A child bride?”

"You have been busting my balls all day over a sahaaaandwich shahooppe?!"

"I don’t watch anything but solo porn because regular porn is like, “Shut up, little girl! Wash my feet!” And she’s like "uhhh don’t tell my dad ok? Because I’m just barely legal. I love shaved pubes and tanned, crispy bellies and taints.” It’s like ugh!"

"I don’t have any money. I’m a wittle baby."

“Buckle up, buttercup”

"Money is a mind control technique that used to quantify the progress of the patriarchy!"

"Nose, vagina, butthole. If God didn’t want us to put our fingers up then then why did She make them perfectly finger sized ?"

"I’ll see you when u wake up, and if you don’t wake up I’ll still see you cause I’m gonna kill myself and meet you in heaven or whatever.”

"If you train your eyes, you can see their religion”

“I know it’s like “pwease Mr. Cwusty old white man, can I pwease keep my ovaries?” Alright bitch you better vote, text me when you do”

“I mean we had been together how long, and I still never saw nipples?”

“OOPS I guess I don’t know my own strength”

“Pillows are nature’s packing peanuts!”

“The student has become the teacher!”

"This is some high class shit."

"It's 2014. Anal is on the menu."

"Where ISN'T the bathroom?"

"I was cyberbullied within an INCH of my life last night"

“I saw your tweets and I wanted to check you out but I also wanted to respect your space”

"I am going to respect your dick later."

“You’re my lil cupcake”

“I once ate a corn on the cob. Including the cob”

"Ugh, who YELLS?"

"GET OFF THE BALLS AND GO!"

"Wanna get, like, a bunch of hot dogs?"

"Did you draw that painting?"

“You have to swipe yaas, you can’t swipe naas.”

“I fucked you in the ASS the first night we did ANYTHING. I think that’s pretty fuckin mature."

"Well aren't you a hot diggity dog and a scalawag to boot?"

"In the club, we are all family. Are you racist?"

“Welcome to Florida, America’s droopy dick”

"This is the men's room. Uh DOIIII!"

“You’re so full of shit I need a plunger."

“Thank you SO much for calling me a star”

"I'm an adult. I should be buying my own pot."

"Coat racks AREN'T for babies!"

"My biggest weakness is that I lose my purse a lot. But my biggest strength is that I always get it back."

"I like to call it jazz becomes it comes out of my horn, and you never know where it's gunna go."

"White people do that dog thing. Black people don't make out with dogs."

"Next thing you know you're pregnant with his sperm and he's sanding down your headboard shirtless."

"We are garbage people living on garbage island!"

"I didn't know you had a veneer and I'm in that mouth on a regular basis."

"I'm not putting weed up inside of me because I'm an adult and I'm responsible."

"I really think you should put your weed in your front hole."

“We’re technically homeless right now.”

"Your ass looks incredible."

"Your ass looks incredible. Your head and body too. But we all know who’s the star of the show here.”

“Who am I? Honey, I have a cyst on my uterus and I need to get fucked until it pops.”

“You want me to FaceTime from the bathroom?”

“Dude, I would follow you into hell, brother!”

“Well, you are funny.”

"Animated movies are where it's at. They're like visual crack."

"All Hollywood media is porn, and all porn is kiddie porn. We live in a rape culture. We just do."

"Who would leave weed in a wall? A weed genius. And she'd leave it there indefinitely in case of emergency."

"Isn't it nuts that pickles were cucumbers? They're the trans people of the vegetable community."

"We are an incredible team and I love you."

"Smart and sexy. She is unreal, this girl."

"I've been overeating this week."

"How DARE you LIE to your WIFE?!"

"Do I or do I not have herpes?"

"Follow your third eye--your clit."

"It's my birthday, I'M KING OF THE WORLD!"

"I mean, the female form---God's hottest creation."

"You have to respect the sanctity of the RSVP."

"Okay, something seems very locked up inside of you."

"You have a way of tainting everything I love."

"I'm gonna be like a successful artist any day now."

"Yeah, I don't wanna rise and grind anymore. I wanna rise and then like lay back down."

"It's like we knew it would happen but we didn't do anything about it."

"ADRENALINE!"

"To be honest, I'm really happy with the way I look."

"WANNA FOOK?"

"Never have I ever read a newspaper."

"This is what living on the edge looks like."

[pedropascalssimp]

Surprise!

Pedro Pascal x reader

Request:okay sad mood? happy request. okay so. get this. pedro’s at comic con. his girlfriend (or wife or i dunno) surprises him during the photo ops and he’s like ‘JALSKIDD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN NEW YORK’ and i have no other ideas i’m sorry 👉👈🥺

Summary: y/n (pedro's girlfriend) decides that after so many weeks apart she can't go another day without seeing him. So she gives him a surprise visit while he's filming for his new show.

Warnings: its short. fluff and more fluff?

A/n: I hope you don't mind but I decided to make it be the reader surprising him on set of the mandalorian.....😶👉👈I'm sorry

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It's been weeks since you last saw pedro in person, his job keeping him away from you. And although you was happy for him and his new project, it left you feeling alone. But you kept those feelings to yourself not wanting to worry your beloved boyfriend considering he was over the moon about his new role.

And to be honest so was you.

The smile that lit up his face when he realized he had the part in the TV show the mandalorian he was so excited, he even done a little victory dance which your heart nearly exploded over considering his dancing is adorable, And dorky.

over the last two weeks he has been calling you every chance he gets, and throughout breaks of filming he texts you sweet little things and such. That's something you love about him, he always tries his hardest to keep in contact with you, making it his goal to let you know how much he loves you. And you do the same thing.

Like right now, you was laid on the sofa as some show was playing on TV, but your attention was on your phone as you wait for his usual call, the cellphone setting on your chest as you patiently wait.

And as you expected it rang, his contact photo popping up making your heart do flips. You quickly sit up and grab it, answering it with a smile.

" hello!? " you say excitedly into the phone, hearing his giggle on the other side.

" hello mi amor, how is you're day been? " he replied, you could practically hear the smile on his face as he spoke, his voice making you softly sigh in contentment and lay back down on the sofa.

" it's been alright, I nearly burnt the appartment down trying to cook ramen noodles on the stove " you tell him, he laughs on the other end, a soft amused smile playing on your lips.

" I wouldn't doubt it, you're cooking skills are terrible, No offense! "

" hey! You said you love my cooking! " you pout, a little frown on your face, you thought he actually liked your....good cooking skills.

" but that's only because I hadn't eaten all day when you fixed me a meal..." he laughed, the sound a beautiful melody you could listen to for eternity.

You scoff as you sit up on the sofa and start flipping through the channels on TV, " and that's why we either eat take-out or you cook mr. Pascal " you grumbled.

" because I'm a better cook? " he asks amused, you giggle.

" of course you are " you tell him honestly. He chuckles, but that chuckle turns into a little sigh as his end gets quiet for a moment.

" Te extraño tanto mi amor " he says in a quiet manner, that's when you detect the tiredness in his voice. You sigh as well and put the TV remote down. Your heart fluttering at his accent you love so dearly.

" I have no idea what you just said, except for the end part, I understand that " you say in a whisper, a sheepish smile on your lips.

He chuckles with a sigh, " I said I miss you " he explained.

" I miss you too pedro, and sadly even you're terrible dad jokes that always seem to make me laugh for some odd reason, even though they're not funny.... " you tell him, he chuckles once more making a small smile appear on your face.

" and here I thought you actually appreciated them! " he jokes with fake betrayal making you laugh out loudly.

" I do! ...." you trail off with a teasing grin.

" I since a but somewhere in there " he states. You giggle and decide to continue.

" but...There really not that funny. " you reply as he gasps dramatically.

" how could you not find them funny!? " he exclaimed. Just as you was about to reassure him that they was somewhat funny, he cuts you off. " I have to go y/n, duty calls." he said sadly making you sigh. You wished you could talk to him longer, but you knew he had to go.

" okay, I hope you have a good day and I love you Pedro. " you say. You can hear him letting out a exhausted huff.

" I love you more y/n, I'll call you tonight bye. " he mumbled into the phone and hanging up.

You sigh and hang up as well, already missing the sound of his voice. You wished more then anything to just hug the man tightly, kiss every inch of his face and tell him how much you love him. But you still had a while until that moment comes.

Unless....

You smile widely as the idea that has just ran across your mind causes your heart to pound in excitement. Without a second thought you pull your phone back up and start sorting out your plan.

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To long, it's been to long since Pedro has slept peacefully or held his love, telling her how much he loves her. He misses going to sleep gazing into her beautiful y/e/c eyes, waking up in her arms as she snores softly. He misses giving her kisses, tight hugs and their usual little cuddles they can't go a day without.

He doesn't know if he can go another day without her.

As Pedro changes out of his mandalorain costume and into his normal clothes putting his black glasses on, he prepares to leave the set and go get some rest in his hotel, after he calls y/n of course.

Right when he opened the door he was greated by a grinning Gina. Confused he goes to ask her why she was standing outside his dressing room and not leaving set until she literally drags him out of the room and throughout the building.

" Gina?! Do you mind telling me what's happening right now?" he asks, she only smiles at him.

" it's a surprise Pedro" is all she said before they reached the area of the building where they usually have lunch breaks.

And that's when he sees her, a smile on her face and eyes glued to her hands nervously as she waits fot Gina get back. His love, his y/n.

Pedro literally feels his heart flutter at the sight of her. And when she looks up to see him, her heart melts at the sight of him, his adorable glasses and big smile on his face. She runs to him, his name falling from her lips in glee.

He meets her halfway and engulfed her in a tight hug, spinning her around as he lifts her up. She giggles at him. Once he stops spinning and puts her back down he brings his hands up to cup both her cheeks and look deep into her beautiful eyes, her eyes gazing into his coffee brown eyes with so much love.

" ¡Mi amor, te ves tan hermosa! ¿No puedo creer que estés aquí " he rushed out excitedly making the woman's face glow with happiness. Her arms around his neck as she giggles up at him.

" I couldn't handle not seeing you for another day, I needed to see you Pedro..." she explained, he smiles down at her with his adorable smile. She then quickly leans up, softly capturing his lips with hers in a soft kiss. He smiles into the kiss and closes his eyes. Both souls forgetting about Gina being in the room.

But she quickly walks out the room grinning with amusement at the love birds.

" I thought you was in New York!?" he asks his girlfriend with a smile, after they broke the kiss. She sighs dreamily up at him.

" well I was until I decided to pay you a visit " she says with such love as she adoringly kisses his nose, but he pulls her in for another short but loving kiss. His lips against her soft ones as they moved together perfectly.

As they pull apart y/n softly smirks at the man. While he leans his forehead on hers. " so.... About what you said about my cooking skills?" she asks with a playful tone.

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, " at least I didn't make fun of you're jokes like you did mine." he muttered accusing y/n on how she talked about his dad jokes. A pout on his face.

She then rolls her eyes and laughs at him. Slowly dragging her hand across his shoulder and up to his slightly scruffy cheek, admiring his gorgeous eyes and little patches of hair she absolutely loves. It was in this moment she realizes how lucky she is to have this man in her arms, her heart swelling at the loving and adoring look in his eyes as they flicker across her face.

" I missed you so much y/n..." he whispers, his voice soothing to hear in person and not over a phone.

" I missed you too pedro" she smiles at him as she tries not to get overwhelmed by this man, finally being with him again just amazed her and him both.

They both stared at each other as they stood in the lunch room of the building he worked at, the love around them visible to anyone who walked by. The two souls talking away at what their lives was like when they was away, talking about how much they missed each other.

And when they went back to pedro’s hotel room and cuddled the night away, Pedro finally fell asleep peacefully. Because now he had his beautiful y/n.

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A/n: okay so this is pure garbage.

Also the translations is this: (I miss you my love.)

(my love you look so beautiful, what are you doing here?!)

Also I'm not sure if it's accurate considering I used Google translation... So...

I hope u dudes enjoy this trash I've thrown together!