#all my osc followers are probably so confused

[infinite-ticking-clock37]

Damn im surprised there isn't much of a fandom for Minecraft Bloom

Like we got a King that goes insane

A cool Queen lady who knows magic/alchemy/witchcraft

And some dude that likes mazes and roses and probably the queen too (live laugh love The Meddler)

And some other dudes

It's also a game about restoring an abandoned garden thing from like 1487 or something with pretty flowers and stuff like c'mon

Also it has lore and I FUCKING LOVE LORE AND STUFF ESPECIALLY IN GAMESS omfg

Seriously got on Minecraft today and then was like "hmm, maybe I'll play Bloom again it's been a while (I've hyperfixated on it like 2 or 3 times before this one)" then BOOM little unlabeled boy is there for hours cuz teehee flowers and lore

ALSO I SWEAR the past two times I've played through it I would plant roses almost everywhere cuz my favorite character is The Meddler (aka Meddlerini (I think)) and he lovess roses it's basically his thing the only wild roses you can find are in his maze and I put roses everywhere to pay respect since all the lore and stuff took place in the 1400's and the player plays in present time so bro is LONGG dead so I jus do it and every rose I plant I'm jus like "teehee Meddler would like this" or "hehe long live Meddler am I right" man that dude is cool

Mind you we only know of these characters through BOOKS you get from upgrades and stuff no voice, no looks, no nothing but I LOVE IT

I could go on and on about the story's and theory's in my mind but blehhhh it's 2AM and imma schedule this for like the morning or something so that's for another day fellas

(BTW IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED THAT PLAYS MINECRAFT ITS FREE ON THE MARKETPLACEEEE)

[kika-writes]

also i have an oscar req, maybe he meets reader in china (implied asian? idk its self indulgence) and then he gets lost and she helps him and then they explore and she shows him chinese culture since osc is 1/16 chinese and yeah

Warnings: Fluff!

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!asian!reader

A/N - for my DAUGHTER 😍😍😍 also I didn’t have time to write about like the entire thingy about them exploring Chinese culture coz I have like other requests and there’s so many 😍😍😍

You were sitting outside a restaurant, eating your favourite make of avocado toast - well, you didn’t mean to lock eyes with the cutest stranger you had ever laid your eyes on. Neither did you mean to spill herbs all down your jumper. “Oh jeez, I’m sorry,” he rushed forwards, helping you brush down the crumbs as you flushed red. What an impression, am I right?

“Not your fault,” you said, laughing it off as he smiled. Yup, definitely the cutest guy EVER. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know where the Shanghai international circuit is?” he asked, making you look up. “You’re going to the Grand Prix? You’re a fan too?” you replied, eyes wide. Little did you know. “You could say that. Im Oscar by the way,” he held out his hand to shake it. You took it with a smile, “Y/N,”.

“Pretty name,” he said, helping you stand up so you could guide him. “I’m going too, actually,” you said, “we could go together,”. He seemed to like the idea, following you gingerly through the crowd. “How long have you watched F1?” he asked, half amused at you not knowing who he was. “Briefly watched it, found out there was a GP happening near me, thought why not,” you shrugged.

“Know any drivers?” he asked, scooting beside you. “I know…Lewis Hamilton’s the best…Max is winning now, and that’s about it,” you shrugged. “Got a favourite team?” he questioned. “McLaren probably. I like their vibe,” you said, pulling a laugh from him. “Mr Piastri,” a guard greeted him as he turned to the man beside you. You turned to him, how the hell did the guard know his name? “So about me ‘attending’ the GP,” he fingers made air quotations.

“Oscar Piastri?” you blinked, confused. “Mhm,” he hummed, cheeks slightly pink. “I didn’t want you to treat me differently or anything,” he muttered as you laughed. “Guess I’ll go find my seat then,” you turned to walk away. “No, wait, you helped me get here,” he said, grabbing your arm as you frowned with confusion, “you could always join me in the garage?” he asked, definitely blushing.

“Are you sure?” you asked, eyes lighting up. “Absolutely. You could go out and show me some of the things around after the practise,” he grinned. And it was settled. You watched the race and then you met up with Oscar. “Hmmmm,” a voice said behind you, making you turn around. “What, Lando?” the Aussie in front of you groaned at the other driver. “Hm?” he said, acting oblivious. “Lando,” he blinked, rolling his eyes. “Hmmmm,” the Brit repeated, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Girl,” he gestured vaguely to you. “No shit,” Oscar rolled his eyes, tugging on your sleeve. “Wear protection, kids!” Lando yelled after you as you flushed and covered your face. Oscar certainly had interesting company.

[cxlxrx]

Pinky Swear

Chapter summary: Hughie learns to live with Soldier Boy and his triggers

Warnings: canon typical violence, PTSD

WC: 2.792

A/N: again tagging my amazing beta @lifeisthisilikethis (I can't thank you enough really, your little details and ideas for the story are great <3) and @whoopsitswhump (you give me such good headcanons for the story, thanks :3)

Chapter 2

Soldier Boy really followed Hughie everywhere, it got annoying pretty quickly. When Hughie went to sleep, Soldier Boy sat at the foot of his bed, staring at the door. When Hughie woke up, he was still in this position. But the supe trailing after him like a lost puppy was not the worst part, the worst part was that he didn't talk.

So he didn't tell Hughie what he wanted, what he needed. And Hughie also had Butcher asking for information, but he couldn’t see that happening any time soon. And there was something else that Hughie hated but Butcher loved-- Soldier Boy only acted when Hughie commanded him to.

Hughie had cut Soldier Boy’s beard and hair. After that he nearly looked like his old pictures. Hughie was kind of impressed, Soldier Boy hadn't aged a day. The man whom Hughie was only used to seeing in history books was now inhabiting his apartment. He bought Soldier Boy some clothes. For himself he bought a Geiger counter. Now the (mostly) steady ticking from the counter was his other day to day partner.

Soldier Boy was actually easy to handle, until he wasn't. He wouldn't eat or drink on his own. He wouldn't even go to the toilet until Hughie said he should do it. He was Hughie’s second shadow by now. But still the worst thing for Hughie was Soldier Boy’s refusal to speak. Even when Hughie tried to convince him. The only proof that Soldier Boy understood him was the ticking of the Geiger counter getting faster. After many futile attempts and an unhealthy amount of irradiation, Hughie stopped trying to convince him.

Overall, the constant fear of being blown away made everyday life pretty complicated. Certain noises, words, actions, or even smells always made the Geiger counter speed up. Hughie immediately took note of it and tried to remove the trigger from Soldier Boy’s immediate vicinity. Butcher had casually voiced the theory that they probably would all be blown to bits if the Geiger counter was high enough. And well, Hughie still wanted to live. Despite everything.

"Here", Hughie held out a glass to Soldier Boy, "Drink."

Soldier Boy took the glass and drank all the water in one go. He has already been living with Butcher and Hughie for a week, but he has yet to meet any of the other team members. And even worse, Hughie and Butcher didn't tell the others anything about the  103 years old radioactive guy sharing their living quarters. They knew it was all bound to blow up in their faces, be it literally or metaphorically. So they decided to come clean. They couldn't postpone the meeting any longer.

"Today some friends will drop by to visit us", Hughie said.

Soldier Boy looked at him, tilted his head. After a week Hughie had gotten better at reading him. When he tilted his head it usually meant he didn't really understand what Hughie wanted from him. After a while Hughie figured out that he needed to be exact and detailed in what he said. For example, saying 'sit down', was bound to only get him a confused heat tilt-- he had to say 'sit down on the couch'. Every time the instructions weren't clear enough, the beeping coming from the Geiger counter would pick up, and Hughie would immediately hurry to add specifics. 

"We’ve already talked about this", Hughie said calmly, "Frenchie, Kimiko and MM. They're my friends… our friends."

Soldier Boy only looked at him.

"They will be coming around 1 pm, and then we will order some take out, get something to eat. Do you understand?" Hughie had found out that Soldier Boy could better adapt to new things when he knew exactly what was going to  happen.

The Geiger counter was slower, the number displayed on the little screen oscillating between 70 and 80, which Hughie knew was pretty normal when it came to Soldier Boy. He constantly put out steady stream of  ionizing radiation. Hughie didn't want to push him to his limit. Soldier Boy nodded.

Hughie sighed, "Okay, that's good. Do you want to sleep?"

Soldier Boy's pupils widened a little, but otherwise his body remained still as a statue. Sleep was a difficult topic. The supe didn't sleep when Hughie did it. It was like he would rather guard Hughie, probably one of his duties back with the Russians. Soldier Boy only slept when Hughie was awake and in close proximity. Mostly, Soldier Boy slept during the day, as Hughie cooked, cleaned,  or watched a movie. But Soldier Boy didn't trust Butcher, so he refused to let sleep overtake him if someone beside Hughie was around. Hughie had unfortunately only found this out 4 days ago.

He had always assumed Soldier Boy would also sleep as he slept (he thought the sitting position was a comfort thing fro the supe). But no, that wasn't the case. Hughie could have slapped himself afterwards. The third day Soldier Boy was with him, he started to scratch himself. And he kept scratching, and scratching. The abrasions got so deep they drew blood. Hughie nearly lost his lunch when he saw the gaping wounds on his forearm and the puddle of blood staining the floor, slowly getting bigger, threatening to leave a permanent reminder of the incident on the white rug.

After that particular episode, Hughie was more sensitive when it came to Soldier Boy’s sleeping schedule. Namely, he tried to come up with one.  He never wanted to see the supe hurting himself in order to stay awake ever again. Soldier Boy had been awake for three consecutive days and Hughie had no idea. He didn’t even want to think about how much longer it would have gone on if he had missed the scratches. His conscience was heavy, even now, even when he knew it wasn’t entirely his fault.  He had tortured Soldier Boy  probably much like the Russians did.

"I will be right here", Hughie gestured to the couch, "I will watch a movie and Butcher won't be here for a couple of hours. It's safe. You can sleep now."

Soldier Boy nodded slowly. He stood up and headed to the table in front of the couch. He curled up under it and folded his hands over his head. It tugged painfully at Hughie’s heartstrings, seeing the other man in this position. He slept like a little kid, curled up under the table in a  foetal position. Hughie  went in the kitchen to wash the dishes. After putting them away, he returned to the living room.  He sat on the couch to started a movie.

He was always on highly alert during these times. The Geiger counter always started to tick faster when Soldier Boy was asleep. Hughie was afraid that  the Supe could get triggered by a nightmare, that he could go off in his sleep. He was kind of glad Soldier Boy didn't need much sleep. He usually was out for no more than 5 to 6 hours. But he twitched a lot in his sleep as the light in his chest shone steadily through his shirt. Soldier Boy asleep was always a stress test for Hughie. He only hope he would keep getting a passing grade, or else they were both fucked.

Hughie knew the boys coming over would be uncomfortable. He didn't know how Soldier Boy would reacted to them. Starlight had been a good start, but slowly Hughie understood why. Frenchie was absolutely excited about Soldier Boy. He circled him multiple times, fascinated by the light in his chest.

"I always thought it was a rumour. Like this kind of legend the army made up to scare their enemies, to hold it over their heads."

His eyes were wide as he looked at Soldier Boy's chest. Hughie knew he was itching to touch it, to better examine it, to take it apart and put it back together until he knew all there was to know about it. Frenchie confirmed his assumptions almost instantly. 

"Can I touch it?"

"Ehm, no, you really shouldn't. He can't stand... touching", Hughie said slowly, still a bit unsure about the whole situation.

Soldier Boy stood extremely close to him. Hughie could feel the heat radiating off of him. It was like being handcuffed to a furnace.  Yesterday he took Soldier Boy's temperature and it was over 110 °F. Hughie would be extremely worried if it weren’t for the whole ‘radioactive supe with a bright shining light in his chest’ thing . The fact that he didn't look sick in the slightest also went a long way into putting Hughie’s mind at ease.

Suddenly Frenchie was in front of him, smiling. Hughie winced a bit, he'd been deep in thought, distracted. Now that he had satisfied his curiosity, at least for the time being, the frenchman wanted to give him the hello hug that got lost in his initial excitement over their new team mate. His hands had barely  touched Hughie’s shoulders as found himself brutally ripped away. He was thrown across the length of the room and crashed in Butcher's desk.

"What are you doing?", Hughie shouted and Soldier Boy winced hard.

He stared at his feet. The Geiger counter ticked rapidly and the light was brighter then usual. Soldier Boy's eyes were blank. He didn't look at anybody,  just kept on staring at the floor, but Hughie knew he was on highly alert.

MM raised his eyebrows and stepped away from the wall he was leaning against, an angry look on his face, a way to cover up the betrayal and hurt Hughie could see brimming underneath. 

"He's fucking dangerous", he hissed.

So far he had just stood next to the door, eyeing  Soldier Boy with a look full of hatred. Hughie had never seen so much hate in MM’s eyes before. If looks could kill, the supe would be dead a hundred times over by now.

"He was when he killed my family and obviously he still is." He looked at Hughie in disbelief, "Why you don't see it? He could kill every single one of us without breaking a sweat, and go on his merry way. The man has no conscience, Hughie."

He made a movement in Hughie's direction and the Geiger counter on the table ticked faster. It was in the low hundreds now.

"MM don't", Hughie felt dizzy. He hadn’t even known about MM's family.

This meeting was such a stupid idea… but on the other hand, these people were his family. Usually, if one of them ran into trouble, all of them had to deal with the fallout. So they had a right to know about Soldier Boy. Just in case Hughie bit off more than he could chew. Which, loath as he was to admit it, seemed to be the case here. They needed to be prepared.

"That's enough MM", Butcher said and stepped next to Hughie, "Ya' don't touch him. We need him."

MM stared at him.

"So you get your pound of flesh when it comes to Homelander, but I don't get mine. Real nice, Butcher. "

When Butcher threw him one of his cocky smiles, Hughie knew something dangerous was bound to happen.

"Ya' can have your revenge. But not know."

"Don't mind me", Frenchie said from the other side of the room, groaning in pain, "I'm just laying in the rubble of what used to be a fucking desk and my ribs are fucking broken. Merde!"

Hughie turned around in alarm, quickly moving towards him.

"Your ribs are broken!?"

Kimiko, who was sitting at Frenchie's side, shook her head. Hughie didn't miss how she had positioned herself in front of Frenchie. A barrier. Protective.

"But they could be!", Frenchie said and let Kimiko pull him back on his feet.

"He's just our weapon", Butcher explained to MM, and Hughie turned his attention back to them.

MM still stared at Soldier Boy, the Geiger counter was still ticking too fast for Hughie’s comfort. He looked at the supe, attempting to get the situation under control. 

"Ehm...it's okay", he said quietly, with the tone of someone trying to calm a spooked, cornered wild beast.

He didn't knew what he should say or do, but he assumed that if nobody tried to touch Soldier Boy or him again, it would be fine. Soldier Boy looked at him. His eyes were wide and... and green. Such a brilliant, lush green. Hughie shook his head, as if trying to dislodge the unwelcome thought from his treacherous brain. He didn’t know where that had come from, but he wasn’t fond of that particular line of thinking. The ticking slowed down.

"... then we’ll take it from there.", Hughie only caught the tail end of Butcher’s talk with MM, as the man turned to him  "And anyway, he does everything Hughie tells him to."

"Est-ce vrai?? Really? ", Frenchie said from behind and came to stand next to the others, but still a few steps away from Soldier Boy.

"The Russian broke his mind", Butcher said, "He's not the man he was, but", he raised his right forefinger, "that's good for us. We can just point and shoot, have him take out any target that needs taking out."

"Like our own personal nuke.. ", Frenchie spoke in wonder."Exactly.", Butcher answered, "He's our first real opportunity to kill Homelander and every other fucking supe. He's like a one man army. His shining", Butcher gestured to Soldier Boy's chest, "is just the edge we need to turn the tide, stop scurrying around like rats, actually do some real damage to the fuckers ."

Everyone already knew that. They’ve heard the stories, learned about them in school classrooms, whispered to each other the urban legends on the playground. But no one ever saw him using this power. On the other hand,  nobody was eager to see what he could do. Radioactive explosion sounded like a bad thing.

Kimiko pulled at Frenchie's sleeve and signed something. Frenchie seemed to consider for a moment, then nodded and turned back to Butcher.

"She thinks it's a bad idea. We shouldn't mess around with something as destructive as him. Especially since he’s not only radioactive, but most probably mentally unstable too."

"Seeing as he’s our best bet to take out Homelander, I’m willing to take the risk", Butcher answered.

"T’es sérieux? I'm with Kimiko", Frenchie said, "I mean, a fucking radioactive explosion. Butcher, I think that's too much, even for us. When in history has dropping a nuke ever been the answer?"

"Who fucking asked ya'? He's the best fucking weapon we have against the other supes and I will fucking use it."

"Okay, that's enough", Hughie said, and five pairs of eyes turned to look at him.

Like they had forgotten he was actually there. And yes, Hughie himself had nearly forgotten he was there. His eyes locked with Soldier Boy’s for a brief moment.

"I want Homelander dead as much as any of you, but lets not forget, he's an actual human being first, and a radioactive bomb second” he continued, gesturing to the supe.

“We don't know how powerful the explosion could be and we can't ask him either. Because he doesn't fucking talk. Because he's fucking traumatized!  I don't really know if betting everything on somebody whose psyche is so heavily damaged a car backfiring outside could set him off is a good idea”, Hughie exhaled loudly, finishing his impromptu rant.

Sure, he wanted Homelander dead, wanted to protect Annie, wanted to keep his friends and the world at large safe from the unstable leader of The Seven.  With Homelander dead, they could all finally breath easy. They could start building their lives and planning for the future, instead of looking over their shoulder, unsure if their next breath will be their last. Hughie would do anything to make it happen, but he was afraid the price could turn out to be to high. Pitting Soldier Boy against Homelander could be disastrous. Lots of lives would be lost. Innocent people would die, and Hughie could never forgive himself. He wasn’t eager to add more blood to the red already staining his hands. 

Butcher slapped a hand on Hughie's shoulder, startling him for his reverie. Immediately, Soldier Boy took a step forward. Hughie raised his right hand, placating.

"It's okay."

"Then get the cunt fucking ready for the big showdown", Butcher said, misinterpreting Hughie’s words as agreement, "He'll kill Homelander. Doesn't matter what the fuck ya'll say, he will. I'll make fucking sure of that."

He grinned, "That'll be fucking diabolical."

[klonoadoortophantomile]

okay i know nothing about object shows but im willing to learn so if youre up for another infodump im all ears

STARES AT THIS ASK. okay uhrnmhm thisll be under a cut becuz its long <//3 just gonna talk abt General Osc Things since you said you dont know much… okay👍

okay so object shows are just like.. silly funny web-series things with little object guys. they tend to have faces and little stick figure limbs but of course there are always characters that will break typical design conventions. general name for Eveythjng is the object show community (osc for short. theres so many acronyms hopefully that isnt too confusing..)

first ever object show is bfdi (battle for dream island) it was made in 2010 by these two guys, the huang twins, youve probably seen Something theyvemade before they make a lotta cool things, it started in 2010 and is still going on today! its a competition based show inspired by total drama, and the main premise is 20 contestants who are little silly objects are competing for the titular ‘dream island’ throughout multiple challenges, and characters get voted out each episode by the viewers! bfdi is mostly silly jokes and slapstick type stuff, but still has certain bits where they get more ‘serious’ and has its fair share of lore and character arcs. practically every object show is based off of/inspired by this since it was the first and set up the general formula most other shows follow =)

generally speaking its agreed on that inanimate insanity (ii for short) is the second show to be made, and this one takes even more total drama/survivor inspirations. it started in 2011, and is also still going on, generally the second most popular show and REALLY popular on the tumblr side of the osc, probably due to its more ‘serious’ tone compared to other shows. season 1 is pretty… aged.. you can tell it was made by a bunch of teens in the early 2010s, but season 2 as it goes on gets more and more focus on story, character arcs and development, all that jazz. theres a ton of shows from around the time that later season 2 episodes where releasing that take a lot more inspirtation from it in tone and stuff!

something im not entirely sure how to fit into the main bits is that these are like. largely made by kids/teens. bfdi was first created when they were in like middle school n stuff, same with ii, in more recent years as people who have been the community for a while n stuff are getting older theres a lot more adults of course but its still mainly younger people… not enough people seem to take that into consideration when talking abt the community at large/certain shows n stuff so i figured id make sure to point it out 👍

actually speaking of that. a lot and i mean a LOT of shows end up being kind of… obviosuly made by kids. a lot of people find this annoying but i personally couldnt care less its pretty endearing to me (probably cuz me and my friends were all like that lolz) although i can understand where people are coming from with shit where its just like.. offensive. thats not too common tho in my expierence. okay so generic and ‘poorly’ made shows are super common. the response to this there was a massive surge in joke shows which are their whole own beast. im not too familiar with them so im not the best person to come for for that stuff, they generally just joke about how generic and oversaturated object shows were getting to be around the time . all that shit. gimmick shows are also pretty common nowadays, i havent seen any of these so i have nothing to really say i just dont know much aside from they have Gimmicks and thats the whole premise ?

a show thats become like, massive, considered one of ‘the big three’ up there with bfdi and ii, is ONE by cheesy hfj (sometimes also called hfjone or one hfj) its this sort of meta show that uses object shows as a framing device (and its predecessor was this show called battle for circle which is a joke show poking fun at how low quality and samey everything is blah blah blah) and its. a whole thing . i dont even know how to really explain it in a quick summary its like… the undertale of object shows if that makes sense.

theres just. so much i genuienly dont know how or where to end this off becuz the community is SO big and has been around for over a decade and im only really familar with tiny sections of it…

yeah. general takeaway for me when it comes to Everything as a whole is just like.. object shows. the osc. whatever. is just this big community made of passionate people who like to make things and want to share that and its!! cool and fun and despite it having all the typical fandom issues im really grateful that i discovered this stuff becuz it genuinelyhas changed my life and i dont know if i would be as into making art or if i would have this kinda attitude on art that i have now if it werent for the osc. a lot of shows are really silly and all of it looks. kinda stupid if youre not familar with them but they gneuinely hold this special place in my heart cuz… well im not entirely sure how to put it into words if im bring honest. they just feel very.. genuine to me. everyone in the community is so passionate and it just makes me really happy seeing people making things they love and enjoy regardless of how ‘stupid’ or ‘cringe’ or whatever the fuck it might seem if that makes sense =)

[theleftoverurl]

So let’s recap the past couple of days because I haven’t for a while I suppose haha.

Had a marathon convo with Nemoss that went from 9am on Monday to 8am on Tuesday rip and because of that I’m currently operating on 1h sleep but I haven’t really felt very tired yet and I think mostly I’m okay, surprisingly.

So this week is the start of like hell study week jam all the notes into your brain type thing but for some reason I don’t feel particularly stressed about it. I have 112 pages of notes to learn so I’m hoping that the stress kicks in soon. I spent most of Monday morning killing time by playing on my phone and pretending to study. I made a study plan and that’s it.

Then at 1pm I got ready for hospy, grabbed a Turkish melt (yom) and found Kate and friends in Dino. They were going to Coog cos it was pretty hot so I waited for them to get ready and walked with them half the way so I could go to hospy. Time to do my SOCA! I was sort of nervous because I it’s a catchup SOCA to make up for the fact that I fucked up the Effective Communications cap so I felt like I had to make it count but didn’t want to be nervous because I felt that would affect my communication with the patient? I like did a quick recap of the history via Google and then met George my assessor. He was super nice and we went to the cardio ward to do it. The first two patients were busy and I almost had to interview a prisoner (which I was not ready to do lol) but luckily the prisoner was asleep. He was with two policemen and I was made really uncomfortable because as a joke when we asked if we could interview him one of the policemen offered to kick him awake and then when he saw our like shocked faces was like “I was joking” quickly and then like laughed but I felt it was awkward because being mean to a sick patient, prisoner or not is kinda rude? Anyway I had the best luck because I ended up interviewing a patient who was a retired nurse so she like knew what I was trying to ask with the history and could fill in gaps when I forgot to ask about things with useful information and she was super friendly so rapport was good. It was probably the most perfect history I’ve ever done, like structure good and everything and it was definitely what I needed to like boost my confidence about the whole situation and remember why I wanna do med and stuff. George was pretty impressed too so I P+-sed my way through the assessment lol. He did say I should’ve been more like relevant with my questions about presenting complaint though, because she was in for breathlessness and I didn’t pick up that that’s a sign of heart failure so didn’t really ask about related symptoms to heart failure. But overall, it was a good history and I was proud of it.

Then I headed up to Edmund Blackett to attend my actual hospital session. We had this nice girl called Emily running the session and she took us to this patient who had serious scoliosis. It was good to practice the hand exam with my newfound confidence and I feel like I really got a lot out of the whole thing. Hei Wai’s history was a bit stilted but it was actually quite good and just the whole thing was good because it’s renewed my confidence for the OSCEs kind of at a good time I feel.

Then I rushed back to college to borrow a charger off Hamish because mine broke and grab Rid’s textbook before tutoring. Tutoring was pretty fun we were doing polynomial division which is fun to like go through the process. Me and Rid both made a stupid mistake with one of the questions and I got so confused lol but overall it was a really good lesson and I really am feeling the bond between myself and all my kids which is just so hard when I think about dropping them next year.

Then on a whim when I got back I thought I’d study on Floor 7 for some company to see if any of my friends were around. It was windy af but stinking hot and Max was holed away in the stuffy stuffy study room but I joined him for like 30min of studs before STUVAC supper! Because it’s official uni study week, Dino feeds us like supper for Mon-Fri this week and J&D do free coffees and honestly it was so lit. Brownies and fresh fruit (for once) and I ripped my undies by deciding I’d drink a large mocha. I knew the coffee would fuck me up but I was just excited about free coffee and toasties and ham and I was talking to Nemo anyway so figured I wouldn’t be like up and insomniac alone. Kate and Vron were there and we actually chilled at supper for a bit because Kate’s finished for the year so she’s so calm and like chill now – like it’s actually a bit freaky how noticeable the difference is when she doesn’t have a single stress cos uni’s over for her. Vron was saying how she needs to sell her clothes cos she’s so poor and I wanted her like nice conservative clothes for hospy so I was like YASSS I’ll come to your room and look.

So we went to hers and I put aside a potential buy pile and she’s gonna bring up more clothes for me to browse next time she comes back from Tamworth. Then we marched up to Kate’s room so I could relieve her of some clothes. I don’t even need more clothes I have plenty I just wanted to cheaply boost my wardrobe and chill with the two of them and procrastinate I reckon. Linley and Hadeel and Nicky G and Claudia joined us in Kate’s room eventually and it was like a whole party!

Eventually we drifted to the commo and I did some actual work but it was getting pretty late by now so I only got through a couple of lectures. Also my computer just blinked out and died and I freaked the fuck out inside a little bit and had to make my notes off Edward Rose’s notes (which I actually think I may prefer doing now anyway lol) but yeah so it took a bit longer. And so I was texting Nemoss about euthanasia ethics because I wanted to show off my tute and I can’t believe he doesn’t like ethics and philosophy cos I feel like we talk that sorta stuff all the time and I was talking just generally to Max and Claudia and Nick and it was such a good time and then we drifted to Claudia’s room and suddenly it was 3am and we were talking some serious shit about annoying people at college (which was really funny because we all agree but can never say) and about how state laws are stupid and some should be federal etc. and then suddenly it was 3:30am and Clauds had fallen asleep with the light on so we thought we should vacate her room and everyone decided to go to bed.

I was still riding my coffee high and had Nemoss so headed back to my floor and omg Riley had vomited all down the corridor. It smelt terrible and he must’ve vomited like 3x down the corridor at least because it reeked and like in a patchy kinda way too. And then I see Riley and I swear I have never seen someone look so fucked in his life he was white as a ghost his eyes were starey and red and he was shirtless holding his shirt in a crumple and there were literally drips of vom dripping off his shirt-ball onto the floor in front of the bathroom. It was disgusting. And he stared at me blankly and then was like ‘Georgia’ and I was like gonna spew from the smell and I was sleep-deprived and like I don’t really like Riley and I was just like rip rip rip I’m gonna bed so I left him to deal with his shit.

His vom was so strong I could smell it from inside my room with the door closed so it was a huge rip. Anyway by then it was getting kinda late to sleep because I had to get up early to meet corky for brekky so I thought I’d just rough it and stay up and like watch my caffeine doses and like crash sometime tomorrow so I was up chilling with Nemoss by phone till 8am when I crashed for an hour.

Corky woke me up by texting me 40min later to see if I was awake to get ready to go to brekky and she’d even researched the bus I had to take and everything I was like wtf. So I dragged myself outta bed and had to shower on the 4th floor because the 5th floor still reeked like shit and I wasn’t entering that bathroom if my life depended on it. 4th floor water pressure is probably the worst in all of college, I discovered, so after an unsatisfactory shower I grabbed my wallet dumped mascara on and dragged myself on a bus to Centennial park.

Queen’s Park Shed was where we ate and it was actually like very small and quaint, not at all what I expected for some reason but it was nice and had just like chill picnic in the park vibes. Corky and I had granola with poached pear and berries and it was like clearly overpriced for $12 for like a bit of muesli, yoghurt and sparse berries but it was healthy, filling and yummy so oh well. I also medicated with a coffee and I reckon that’s why I’ve made it so far tbh. Corky and I had good chats because I haven’t seen her in ages and she was like not as stressed about uni work as usual because she’d purposely like written time off study so we could hang out. It was really really good to catch up and we talked from 10am to 2:30pm in our procrastination type catchup and it was so good we probs would’ve kept talking except I had to get to class by 3 lol.

SG was boring af we watched 2 videos on like bereavement and palliative care. The first was just an explanation of palliative care and the second was following the life of this irish man who had a large stomach sarcoma and was going to die. It was quite emotional but there wasn’t much like discussion on it and as soon as the vids were over we were pretty much allowed to leave. I was so bored and like not coping (but not tired yet, weird) so I let Kuheli like read texts on my phone and it was kind of weird breaching my own privacy like that but at the same time not really caring because I’m just at that stage in my life where I’m really open cos I don’t give like a shit about anything.

After SG we wasted time with Fenton and Nguyen for awhile then Kuheli dragged me to the coffee cart cos she wanted tea. I stayed well away from that coffee cart because I wanted my sleep tonight thank you very much but considering it’s now 1:30am and I haven’t slept it’s all quite moot, isn’t it? And then I bussed off to tutoring with Ella. Kuheli walked me to the busstop which was nice and I almost crashed on the bus but by that time I was dangerously close to my stop so managed to stay awake. Tutoring Ella woke me up too. We made use of the NRICH site link I stole off Wayne when I used to tutor him and we started doing some problem solving. We were only doing extension Year 5 problem solving and she’s year 7 but I felt that like it was easy enough to ease her into the concepts and yet there were still some things which confused her so I think it was a good level to start and maybe we will build on it next time and go a bit up idk. HOWEVER her exams are coming up so I can’t get distracted by my get her to problem solve goals cos she really has to revise all her topics to do well and pass her test like as first priority. Anyway it was nice session and afterwards her Dad dropped me back at Churchies like right near uni so I didn’t have to bus which was so so so fantastic.

I went up to floor 7 because I think whilst I’m studying I should make the most of people being around and soak up some company too and Linley was studying in the study room. I got a decent amount done, but I’ve lost a lotta time due to wasting time on Monday and having breakfast with Courteney like all day today so I’m still behind but not too stressed. Headed down to floor supper and cos I didn’t have lunch or dinner I like went ham and had a double cheese and ham toastie, 2 donuts and fruit and it was honestly so lit. Stayed away from the coffee again though cos I ain’t that mad.

Then back up to the study room and honestly just threw myself into it. Like Max, Claudia and Nicky G were in and out I think but I honestly can’t say what was going on I was so focused. Kate popped in as well and I think her like meeting with Hugh didn’t go great but it was never going to so at least she was a bit prepared? Idk then we moved to the commo again and the chill cycle is repeating again as we speak with the same people. Hamish has lent me his charger again tonight thank god so I have my phone and now that I’ve successfully (and lengthily) recapped the past like idk 48 hours or so, I can head back for some chats before bed. Hopefully I can find the balance between sleep and chills but idk even if I don’t I just don’t wanna rek myself too much. There’s always a bit of coffee tho tomorrow idk.

Off to Woollahra library all day cos I wanna try a change of scene but also wanna get a lot done so should be like nice to go somewhere slightly different to hang for once. Kk that’s all for now, I know this is quite badly written but I don’t have the cognitive function to like fix it up or write it properly or anything on my limited sleep right now, so it will have to do. Till another day J