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troglobite · 2 years

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friend of mine of 16 years is.....really, truly testing my limits.

we’ve been talking more lately which is nice

but the problem is

she lives in france and has this vibrant social life

and hasn’t been wearing masks. anywhere. at all. that i have seen.

meanwhile for the last week or 10 days or so, she’s been sick. like terribly sick. “hacking up a lung” as she put it, and it included a temporary eye infection. she also had bloodwork done that has a. Troubling value on it. that still hasn’t been addressed.

she had covid earlier this year.

and she has, she said, tested negative for covid this time. so it could be an early flu.

but.

regardless.

here’s what she’s done while sick (i didn’t even know she WAS sick until she TOLD me)

gone for runs, gone out to MULTIPLE restaurants with MULTIPLE people, gone to cafes, museums, and gone to a concert.

without a mask.

i literally just told her last night to take care of herself bc esp w the concerning level she got on her bloodwork, covid can have wreaked havoc in her system--and this ~minor virus~ can be anything but minor. any sickness can cause permanent lifelong disability, but ESPECIALLY now that she’s had covid before. i told her she should get some rest and take it easy.

so today she went to a cafe, multiple museums, and a concert, and then also went shopping.

meanwhile she told me “don’t worry, i’ll listen to you!”

and says she’ll have plenty of time to relax.......this week.

i’m exhausted. and seriously losing patience.

i just. am struggling to stomach this kind of behavior.

we literally talked on zoom a few times and i told her--i don’t have a life. I DON’T HAVE A LIFE. I DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE.

and she says

“don’t worry abt it, you’re not missing anything”

REALLY?

LIKE THE MUSEUMS, AND WALKS, AND INTERNATIONAL TRIPS (bc oh yeah she went to GREECE with a girl she’s dating!), AND CONCERTS, AND FANCY RESTAURANTS, AND FUN OUTINGS WITH FRIENDS???

I’M NOT MISSING ANYTHING????

fuck off SO HARD.

i’m just.

i’ve literally told her my new diagnoses. i’ve told her i’m struggling w meds. i’ve told her how sick w worry and stress i’ve been abt my mom having had covid (who also tested negative again yesterday w another pcr--which she only took bc now we’re vaguely worried abt the possibility that i have it--my test results still haven’t come back yet bc we had to do walgreens instead of health insurance which i just lost)

i just--when i said i was worried abt my mom and long covid, she tactlessly told me abt a friend of hers who’d had it and was asymptomatic, and now was having scary health problems bc of long covid.

i didn’t ask anything because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

and despite ALL OF THAT

she is GOING IN PUBLIC, WITHOUT A MASK, WHILE ACTIVELY SICK

i’m just. i can’t understand or deal with this. and it’s taking all of my patience and ability to disconnect to be able to continue talking with her. like at this point i’m going to ASK if she was masking, if she’s feeling better, if she got any meds, if everyone else has been able to avoid catching whatever she has

i just

HOW CAN YOU BE THIS FUCKING THOUGHTLESS?!

it’s not like she went to WORK sick (which she ALSO did) just bc she HAD to, right? like capitalism, i get it. (except france has better laws around that and better pay so i’m sure she could’ve missed ONE day....)

like she is CHOOSING. to GO OUT. NEEDLESSLY.

WITH FRIENDS

WITHOUT A FUCKING MASK

and i’m worried abt her in addition to being so fucking EXHAUSTED. like do i even emotionally feel anger and fury? no. i’m tired.

i’m exhausted. i’m talking to someone who actively doesn’t care abt me and other people like me. who claims she loves me and is one of my best friends and has been for 16 years.

and that’s just impossible to reconcile.

and idek if it’s worth mentioning.

what’s super fucked up is that her dad just got done w cancer treatment. they caught it early, it sounds like he fared well, and he was declared cancer free last month.

but when she was there in august to visit her parents...

she went to a massive family wedding.

where NO ONE wore a mask.

and i’m like

YOU ARE LITERALLY STAYING WITH YOUR DAD WHO IS STILL IN CHEMO

AND YOU DIDN’T WEAR A *FUCKING* MASK!??!?!?!

how can you say you’re worried abt him and want to protect him and make sure he’s okay AND THEN PUT HIM AT COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY RISK LIKE THAT?!

like THAT could’ve KILLED HIM.

and i just can’t wrap my fucking head around it.

i don’t want to completely cut this off but i’m just. having to put up these walls and barriers.

i’m just. tired and frustrated. i’m just so fucking exhausted.

like.

the last time we talked on zoom she said she wanted me to be more open and honest abt shit that’s hard--bc part of masking and most of my longer friendships is that i don’t share anything. i’m not honest abt that stuff, i don’t like talking abt it.

well. i tried.

and she sucked at responding.

and i don’t mean that she responded in a way i didn’t like.

i mean she just sucked at it.

as in

me trying to talk abt a thing that’s hard and i’m really struggling

her response?

“that sucks. well, i don’t know both sides. but if you need me i’m here!”

....that’s what. i--i’m literally. i need you. i’m talking to you. YOU ARE THERE, SO DO/SAY SOMETHING??? AND STOP INSINUATING THAT I’M WRONG OR MY FEELINGS ARE WRONG????

or the best

“lemme know if you want to talk!”

THAT’S LITERALLY WHAT I’M DOING???? RIGHT NOW???? WHAT THE FUCK???????

meanwhile w her situation w her ex gf (who i hate--met her once, she was overdramatic and fatphobic and honestly i’ve been side-eyeing her abt that, and also turns out she’s extremely emotionally manipulative, so thank god she’s fucking gone) i had been listening and replying in-depth for WEEKS.

listening as she cried. supporting and validating her. asking if she wanted my perspective. offering it couched in distant language and being understanding and offering like, perspective without telling her what to do. supporting and reiterating her own decisions.

we have to talk via instagram dm bc international shit, and i fucking typed all that shit on my phone in IG messages--hundreds of words. each time.

and she’s doing better! she listened and did what she needed to do, and she thanked me, and it didn’t fix anything, but it helped. as far as i can tell. and she sought me out for that.

but i do the same w her and i can’t even get 10% of whatever her version of that would be.

and i’m not saying

“wow i invested all this into your mental health, why can’t you invest in mine?”

i’m not expecting a miracle. i know i haven’t shared w her before. i know she’s having to figure it out.

but when someone reaches out to you. and is struggling. and you ASKED THEM TO DO THIS.

you cannot reply

“lemme know if you need to talk! i’m here for you!”

and then NOTHING ELSE

and expect that to be okay!

i’m just really disappointed in her.

she’s always claimed i’m so important to her, like a sibling, a best friend. and it’s true insofar as--we can go a year without talking and then pick up and it’s like nothing ever changed. which is fine!

but i’m just. now thinking maybe it’s better like that.

bc i can’t emotionally or mentally deal with the kind of person she is when she makes these choices that are directly contributing to a culture that means i literally cannot leave my fucking house.

i was talking to her abt my job difficulties and she gave me this boomer advice

i said the place i wanted to apply wasn’t hiring anymore--she said, send in your application anyway.

i just LOOKED at her. like what fucking universe do you live in??? the 1960s??? what the FUCK?

it was just absolutely bizarre.

idfk man. it’s weird and unpleasant and i don’t appreciate how she’s saying one thing to my face and then she and her friends are going out and playing russian roulette w their lives and ours and they don’t give a fucking shit

it’s exhausting

honestly this is how most ppl i’ve known irl are behaving lately. it just stings more when i’m actively trying to maintain a close relationship w someone i’ve known 16 years and talking abt how the pandemic is affecting me and my life--

and she directly makes choices that make it even harder for me.

it’s just. i’m fucking tired.

like she sent me all these msgs all excited abt the concert, the museum, the cafe date, the new art supplies that she went shopping for.

and i just.

i can’t be excited with you. bc you did all of those things and you might’ve ended up killing someone or disabling them for life. bc you went out while sick and contagious with an unknown virus. in the middle of a mass disabling pandemic. that has lowered everyone’s immunity and damaged countless organs, including the brain.

and i’m just.

tired. i’m fucking tired.

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 4 years

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Discord pt 79

[Date: 15/03, 6:49 PM - 7:30 PM GMT]

Maxwell: “hey you guys?

I was wondering if i could ask y'all for advice”

Gyuteinnit: “What's up?”

Maxwell: “do any of y'all know a good way to get rid of headache

I woke up this morning to one and it hasn't gone away yet”

Gyuteinnit: “Try a cold pack and don't be online as much and just try to get away from the screen also possibly sleep if you can”

Maxwell: “Yeah I had been doing that mainly”

fetch: “Warm rag over the eyes and lay down, maybe shut off the lights

thats how mona helped me with mine anyway”

Gyuteinnit: “That also helps”

Maxwell: “hm....”

fetch: “You also just might need to eat or drink something”

Maxwell: “hopefully it does I havent had a headache this bad in a while

usually it goes away after i take a tylenol but its been hours now”

emuhlee: “that's not good”

Maxwell: “ey its

just a headache

itll go away eventually

i just hope sooner rather then later ha...”

emuhlee: “hopefully!”

dreaming: “if it persists you should look into it..

further”

Maxwell: “might be a little hard

not many doctors are accepting of hybrids...”

dreaming: “that sucks, hopefully you can find one..”

Maxwell: “i should be good...i might look up what type of headache it could be that might help with figuring out what caused it”

dreaming: “yeah!”

Maxwell: “it might be a tension one....i cant tell though

its not really near my forehead

more so right above my ears and then around the back”

dreaming: “that.. considering some stuff doesn't sound good...

i don't want to make you scared or anything but..”

Maxwell: “reminds me of when i used to wear a headband or something and it would be sore after ha

scared?”

fetch: “You prolly just slept on your head wrong lmao

I wake up in messed up positions all the time”

Maxwell: “yeah....what was it you were gonna say dreaming?

What?

Is something wrong?”

emuhlee: “i can't speak for them, but what i understood, is they might be a bit worried about syd's new.. headpiece.. and how it uh.. came to be.. and then, uh. you now having a headache..”

jaynoblade: “...yeah that's what i was thinking as well”

Maxwell: “....what...

no no no its not”

Mothbo: “I'd suggest staying away from Baroness/interacting with her until we get more info.”

Maxwell: “it cant be

im fine

ive jsut been sleeping on the floor so much thats it”

fetch: “yall I'm pretty sure we'd know if max had vines growing out of his head”

Maxwell: “yeah”

Mothbo: “To be fair we didn't see Syd's coming either.”

Maxwell: “id notice it when i shower or brush my hair”

Marcus: “Hey hey hey, max it’s okay”

emuhlee: “i think it's just a headache, but it's probably something we should keep in mind”

jaynoblade: “i saw what was happening to syd. none of us knew it was anything more than a headache until it... happened”

fetch: “can we talk about something else. you're just scaring him.”

Mothbo: “It will be okay, Max. I doubt it's the same thing. Try to rest and take headache meds.

Yes lets”

Marcus: “You probably slept on the floor wrong”

jaynoblade: “yeah good idea”

Marcus: “My arm is kind of numb maybe you laid on it?

Made your head sore”

fetch: “oh yeah I caught yall nappin on the floor earlier >:P”

Maxwell: “jus the idea of that happening to me....ugh....watching it happen was bad enough

yeah i....was a little tired earlier

tried to nap to get rid of the headache”

fetch: “farming awwws”

Marcus: “..you weren’t sleeping well last night

Maybe it was that too

Tossing and turning, not getting enough sleep can give you a headache too”

Maxwell: “Maybe...”

emuhlee: “Most signs point to it having to do with your sleep, so i think everything is okay, just a normal headache”

jaynoblade: “i typically find that when i get a headache, drinking a ton of water helps bc i tend to forget and then i get dehydrated"

Maxwell: “True”

Marcus: “We’ll get you some food and water just to make sure it’s not those and then we can do something low energy until you either nap or it goes away on it’s own”

Maxwell: “Could be my teeth too...”

fetch: “Yeah, you're part rat right? Their teeth grow pretty fast don't they”

emuhlee: “Do you normally have caffeine? It could be a lack of caffeine if it's something your body is used to.”

Maxwell: “Yeah I used to have things I’d chew on to keep em from growing too much but I haven’t done that in while”

[emuhlee: “Do you normally have caffeine? It could be a lack of caffeine if it's something your body is used to.”]

Maxwell: “No Mona likes it but I can’t stand the smell, makes me kind of sick”

emuhlee: “not even soda or chocolate? those have caffeine too”

Mothbo: “Tea and energy drinks too”

Maxwell: “I like chocolate but I haven’t had it for a while I’ve mostly been drinking water and milk”

[Maxwell: “Yeah I used to have things I’d chew on to keep em from growing too much but I haven’t done that in while”]

Marcus: “What kind of things do you need? I’m sure there’s something around here”

fetch: “Maybe we can get you chewies? Like hard candies or even a chew stim to keep your teeth grinded down”

[Marcus: “What kind of things do you need? I’m sure there’s something around here”]

Maxwell: “Anything like wood or something would work”

Marcus: “Does it have to be a certain kind? There’s lots of sticks and stuff outside..”

[fetch: “Maybe we can get you chewies? Like hard candies or even a chew stim to keep your teeth grinded down”]

Maxwell: “That....might be helpful thank you my last one broke a while back”

[Marcus: “Does it have to be a certain kind? There’s lots of sticks and stuff outside..”]

Maxwell: “Honestly no as long as it isn’t dirty and won’t give me splinters it’s good”

Marcus: “Okay so we get some from out there, maybe take the bark off and wash them?”

Maxwell: “Sure as long as it doesn’t break super easily”

Marcus: “Okay! I’ll go look around the backyard”

[dreaming: “have you done anything like that recently?..”]

Maxwell: “I don’t like energy drinks or such or sweets...

Hey jack...”

Jack: “hey Max!

honestly i had a pretty bad headache a few days back and it turned out i was just dehydrated.

make sure you drink plenty of water :)”

jaynoblade: “dehydration my abhorred”

Maxwell: “I’ll try”

Jack: “yeah i had like two glasses of cold water and was fine

staying away from Baroness and the Court is probably a good idea for you + the rest of Mona's crew anyways, headache or not. You're all more at risk to start off with.”

Marcus: “Okay I got some, I’ll go clean them up and bring you some food and water

And request for food max?”

[Jack: “staying away from Baroness and the Court is probably a good idea for you + the rest of Mona's crew anyways, headache or not. You're all more at risk to start off with.”]

Maxwell: “I still gotta ask her about that note though....”

Jack: “Even if it's completely unrelated. better safe than sorry. someone else can always ask for you!”

kate: “We can ask my man”

Maxwell: “And not really, maybe some thing cold? My....my mom used to say to me if I wasn’t feeling good to eat something that gave you electrolytes to feel better”

Jack: “coconut water is rad for dehydration, if you're into that sort of thing.

[Maxwell: “And not really, maybe some thing cold? My....my mom used to say to me if I wasn’t feeling good to eat something that gave you electrolytes to feel better”]

Marcus: “Okay! How about some fruits? Strawberries and watermelon boost electrolytes and that’ll help with dehydration too”

Maxwell: “I’ve always liked watermelons....”

Marcus: “Okay I’ll be right back. How do you feel about turkey and cheese sandwiches?

You need some protein”

Maxwell: “Maybe not Turkey but I like cheese....”

[Marcus: “You need some protein”]

Maxwell: “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean”

Marcus: “Okay cheese it is but I’m getting you to eat protein at some point

I’ll be right back okay?”

Maxwell: “Course”

Marcus: “I’ll just be in the kitchen if you need me”

Maxwell: “Got it”

#on:discord #by:maxwell #by:fetch #by:marcus #if the crown fits

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bloodgutsanchocolatecake · 3 years

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Called my boyfriend a fucking asshole yesterday because he didn't put gas in my car and I got stranded at Walmart on my way home from work which is only 2 miles from where I live and I was soaking wet from pouring rain and running a fever from my vaccine.

He didn't take that well and honestly I was out of line to speak to him like that, it's not necessary to speak unkindly to people like that even if I'm frustrated. But highkey I think he's been frustrated with me lately and has been starting a lot of fights because of it bc he started a fight last night where he felt the need to tell me we're in different generations bc of our age gap and we're not. We're just not. We went through generational thing that my peers younger than me didn't and that shows. But he does this now and then it bugs me that he can't admit we're in the same generation? Like he has to other me bc he grew up on reddit and I grew up on tumblr and I'm more knowledgeable on social action and social justice for it, and specifically pursued social justice positions when I was in hs. It has nothing to do with "my generation" being more tolerable. Shit was not that much more accepting. We were all afraid to come out. There was not a single out trans kid in my high-school, and I can count the out lgbq people on one hand. Kids still get beat for being gay but he lives in this bubble like he thinks everyone is accepting now, or was accepting during my time, and it's not true. I understand what it was like when he was in hs. He puts it on Gen Z for this tolerability existing like he had nothing to do with it but it's our generation and the generations before us that did the work that allowed these things to make it into mainstream and Gen z is getting to grow up in a more tolerable world for it.

The pig headed-ness is really obnoxious and the need to establish some sort of other or intellectual superiority because he's older is freaky. Because I had called my mom earlier to ask if I was the asshole for calling him an assholeand she off-handedly mentioned my dad would start fights about him being older and therefore smarter and my dad is a monster...like my bf played it out exactly like my mom said my dad used to.

It freaked me out so bad when this argument started and then after it got worse and he just couldn't admit that I'm not fucking clueless or green to what it was like to grow up in the early 90s/2000s. It's bothering me so bad. I should let the whole.tjing go but it hit me I might be making a really terrible generational mistake if I we get married...

But also I'm dependant and I could never leave him.

It also got worse in which I called a break bc he knife handed me and that's a no no bc he hates when I'm knife handed and I won't allow hypocrisy. But when we cooled off he needed to find another example of how he's superior in something and this time it was childhood trauma. No I don't understand what it's like to have been beaten and I don't act like I do. But I was also touched and stuck with needles in places I was taught no one should touch me in w/o permission and it was all acceptable because I was sick and it was medically necessary but it fucked me up really bad.

Not to mention he had to reiterate that I have my dad's temper and he doesn't worry about me turning into my mom like I do but me turning into my dad. This is the 3rd time he's said this to me recently and I don't know if I should take it constructively or with a grain of salt because I felt a little manipulated yesterday and it freaked me the fuck out.

Not to mention when he says that to me I want to take a blade and slice up my skin and let all the blood I share that's his bleed out. Because when I say he's a monster I mean it... we're currently not speaking and won't ever again because I found out he was stealing money from me and that's not the worst things he's done. It makes me sick to think I could be anything like him. I'm scared of the parts of myself that are him. I'll kill myself before I end up like him and that's not a joke. I'm terrified of becoming a monster too. I'm terrified there's a darkness inside me.

I don't know whether to bring up that behavior to my bf and be like "listen if you're going to use my parents relationship as a means to point out red flags there are some red flags from last night that have me really freaked out" but I don't want to bring up our petty argument which he wouldn't admit that I'm not some green newbie to the world that grew up in some liberal accepting bubble. I don't want to argue anymore than we already have been lately.

I know he started that fight because he was still mad about what I'd called him and had some fight in him and didn't expect me to be like you're right, I should not have spoken to you that way and I'm sorry. Because after unpacking everything it all boiled down to the fact I haven't been very pleasant or pulling my weight recently bc I'm overwhelmed with everything on my plate. Which is totally valid but I'm really caught up on how everything that went down last night went just to get to that. I'm not ok with it even if I'd done something wrong.

Fuck this post is long. I'm so freaked out and I don't want to talk to him rn. I don't know if I should drop it for now and wait till my current stressors are gone and bring it up next time it comes up (it will),or if I should bring it up tn even though we've been fighting a lot.

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theforce · 4 years

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presumptive horrible rotten case of corona: symptoms

presumptive bc i couldnt get a god damn test i live in new york and while there are testing sites all over the state and our state govt is doing what they can now, i don’t want to be the person taking away a test from someone else especially now that i am mostly better, most of this went down at the beginning of the month and i’m still dealing with the effects of it.

there was a lot of confusion here even as recent as 2 weeks and we are the state that’s testing more than the rest of the entire country so here is my account of what went down w me, and honestly, what might go down with you or someone you know as soon as this reaches your state

1) i threw up all night long, thought it was a stomach virus, had a lot of stomach issues for like 24 hours, very strange i haven’t had a stomach virus in YEARS since i was a literal child, anyways right before i started puking up my life i developed this weird cough, it felt like it was from my throat, like i was trying to clear it? but it was often and annoying

2) after my 24 hours of hell i felt feverish and exhausted but i chalked it up to being on the floor of the bathroom all night, exerting my esophagus and body to throw up the devil himself, i tried to sleep it off, i woke up a few hours later in a fog, i was shivering but i was also burning up, i couldn’t tell left from right, up from down, my fever was 100.3, at this point i had my mom call my doctor and make an appointment, she made it for me w the receptionist, everything was fine until 20 minutes later i got a call back from my actual doctor not the receptionist who was like, oh no not you’re not coming here with those symptoms baby and i was like ?? ok cool thanks, she said to keep watching my symptoms, slam some tylenol and if i felt shortness of breath to call or text her personal cell phone and she would get me set up at the nearest hospital i said ok sounds fucked up i mean i didn’t say that bc i was too fucked up to even speak, she also gave my mom instructions to keep me in my room, to not go near me, to give me a designated bathroom, to have food and water delivered to my door, my mom was like u dont gotta tell me twice (she has lupus) during this time my cough become dry and horrible, i could feel my lungs rattle, i would cough so hard and for so long i’d wake from my feverish coma to kneel over my bed and just let loose on the world, it felt like i was drowning, i couldn’t get enough air everything hurt, everything was sore

3) things continued on like this for 5 straight days, i was literally in and out of consciousness, my fever got up to 102 and my mom said that if it raised at all from there we were going to the fuckin hospital and i was like listen la rona i know u wanna take me out but i havent even ever eaten a krispy kreme donut, please let me survive this i can’t leave this way, in that moment i literally had a fever dream of god herself, i said take this from me and i’ll stop being such a cunt in life. i started slamming hot toddy’s, i’d drink as much water as possible in between the time i wasnt literally trying to expel my lungs by way of my mouth

4) woke up from that whole ordeal drenched in SWEAT from my feet to my head i was soaked, it was gross, at that point i still had a sense of smell so let me tell you my last and final symptom should have kicked in a bit earlier but i checked my temp and it was normal! i didn’t feel like my head was going to explode! but i had new things going on i had a new stuffy/runny nose, my cough was producing some liquid which i proceeded to throw up into a mcdonalds cup i took a shower, i brushed my teeth, i felt like a brand new woman, i had cold like symptoms but i can live with cold like symptoms, i had an appetite for the first time in a week, felt like i could eat my whole family out of house and home given the opportunity, i’d lost 20 pounds in less than 2 weeks and ya girl was honestly, looking good but THAT’S A BAD WAY OF THINKING disregard please thank you, at this point i went into my doctor with a full on mask, gloves, hair pulled back, she gave me every test you can think of, most importantly a flu test which is all she could do since getting a test was impossible at this pint, which of course came back negative

5) things continued like this for weeks, up until right now actually, exhaustion was gone, fever gone, cough still here and there but not like how it was, i’ve put on makeup in my room, i’ve watched every season of law and order svu, i’ve gone on drives in my car just to drive, i’ve tried to keep myself as busy as possible, 3 days ago the strangest, most inexplicable and hopefully last symptom arrived, a complete loss of smell and bc of that taste, i’ve tried smelling candles, essential oils, laundry detergent, canned meat, my brother lit a match with my back turned and asked me what the smell was, i ate extra hot cheetos, raw onions, shot of vinegar, there’s nothing there, i just hope it comes back

during this time i haven’t been even close to my mother, who has lupus or my sister, who has asthma, i stayed in my room, i’m still in my room actually 14 full days out from the last time i left the house, one month since this whole thing started, i eat in my room, i use a different bathroom than my whole family, everyone talks to me from my door frame besides my little brother who also was sick but recovered super fast, he bleaches the bathroom after i use it, he puts all my food on single use plates, he brings me jugs of water and reminds me of what it’s like to at least talk to another person.

on a more serious note, i haven’t touched another person in 20 days nobody has even been within 6 feet of me besides my doctor who was administering the only tests she could administer, fully decked out in a hazmat suit, she was scared for me, i could tell, she was trying to put on a brave face and downplay the severity of my symptoms but thank god for her, she’s checked up on me, she’s tried everything, she’s put in calls, she’s made herself as available as possible even though she’s probably going through the same thing with countless other patients, i worry for her, i’ve worried for my family, i’ve stressed beyond the point of no return which has for sure slowed my recovery and i was one of the lucky ones! all of this and my case was considered mild because i never really had trouble breathing beyond being choked by my own coughing.

people have been there for me during all of this, in ways that are further reaching than touch, i have been very vocal about not liking when people touch me but i do look forward to the day i can hug my mom, where i can tell my friend to take a sip of my drink to see if she likes it, to have someone pat me on the shoulder and tell me to keep my head up or whatever

hopefully im on the other side of this, my more at risk family members are about to be 14 days from the last time any of them were near me or my brother, they’re at the end of a long tunnel and i’m just so happy that maybe soon we’ll all see the light

take care of yourselves

#tw for like puke and losing weight and just overall grossness

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imaginethathaikyuu · 5 years

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your scenarios are basically canon to me can you write a scenario for tsuki and his s/o who gets into a heated argument and he says something to the effect of maybe we should breakup? and maybe they make up instead bc happy ending :,)

thank you for the request!

fem reader

There hadn’t been a day at work as bad as the day you just got home from. You were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was come home, relax, and forget the day had even happened.

Thank goodness you were off for the weekend.

When you walked into the living room, you expected to see your boyfriend, but instead, you just found the remains of him. His gym bag was on the floor in the middle of the room, his jersey and knee pads were thrown onto the couch, and you nearly tripped on a lone volleyball that sat on the ground.

Of course he’d leave a mess. Could you expect anything else from him?

Tsukishima was usually tidy - keyword: usually. After a long practice or a hard game, he had no regard for cleanliness or organization. He just wanted to get out of his sweaty clothes and lie down as quick as he could.

But you weren’t okay with it, especially when he’d leave his shoes lying in the middle of the foyer, or when he managed to throw his sweaty, smelly knee pad onto your pillow, cursing it with his scent.

You had talked about it with him. He said he’d stop, he’d be more respectful of your shared space.

But obviously, that was a lie.

“Tsukishima!”

Maybe, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that big of a deal. But right now, this was the only thing that mattered. It was the only thing available for you to be frustrated at - and you’d get all your frustrations out.

“What?” you heard him call back. When he walked into the room, he was shirtless and missing his glasses.

“Can you pick up your shit?”

“Okay, mom.”

He snickered as he walked by you - and he shouldn’t have done that.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, putting a hand on your hip. “Is it the fact that you act like a complete toddler?”

He’d picked up his jersey and thrown it over his shoulder by the time you said that, and he had to stop and turn to look at you. “What?”

“Toddlers are more tidy than you are,” you replied. “I’m sure you heard me the first time.”

“Sorry, didn’t know I was dating a saint,” Tsukki said. “The fuck’s your problem?”

“You!” you said, though you were basically yelling. “How many times do I have to tell you not to leave your shit lying around the house? Am I going to have to trip over a volleyball and break an arm so you get the point?”

“Sorry your majesty, I’ll make sure the castle is kept up to your standards.”

“I am so sick of your shit -”

“Feel free to break up with me, then! Sorry I was such a shitty servant.”

With that, Tsukishima picked up his gym bag and walked out of the room. It wouldn’t take long for him to walk back in, now fully dressed, carrying the same gym bag; but he walked right by you. Didn’t even look at you.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your voice just as strong as it had been before.

“Out.” The door slammed shut, and you were left alone.

He could’ve just been going to the gym. But after he’d been gone for over three hours, the thought struck that maybe he wouldn’t be coming back.

You felt so stupid. There was no reason for you to blow up at Tsukishima. Him leaving his things around did not call for a break up. And you had no right to make him feel like that’s what you wanted.

The only thing you had to blame it on, besides yourself, was your bad day at work - but now, your bad day was your fault. It wasn’t anyone else’s.

So you decided to turn in early, and you hoped that when you woke up in the morning, Tsukishima would be lying next to you.

You were giving your social media a final once over before you shut your phone off and went to sleep when you found a post from Bokuto on Twitter.

Late night gym session with my boysss

Underneath, a photo was attached, and in it was Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi, and, hiding his face in his arm, Tsukishima.

Oh, yeah. It was Friday - and the four of them always go to the gym together, sometimes a bit late into the night.

You hoped Tsukki was having a good time, despite what happened between the two of you earlier.

With that thought, you were just about ready to roll over and get some sleep - until you heard the front door opening.

That meant Tsukishima was home.

Without even thinking, you jumped out of bed and went to find him.

He was in the kitchen pulling a water bottle from the fridge. His shirt was visibly soaked with sweat, and you’re surprised he hadn’t taken it off already.

“I’m sorry.”

Maybe you should’ve waited for him to turn around to speak, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He ignored your words. He didn’t even look at you when he turned around or when he walked by you. But you grabbed his hand and pulled him into you, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m sweaty -”

“I don’t care.”

Tsukishima sighed, and wrapped an arm loosely around your shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I had a bad day and I took it out on you. I don’t care that you leave your things lying around sometimes. I’m sorry.”

“Okay. Can I go shower now?”

“Do you forgive me?”

He sighed again.

“Don’t be stupid.”

He expected you to let him go, but your arms tightened around him instead.

“I’m sorry, Kei.”

“I know. Forget about it, Y/N. It’s okay.”

You nodded. But you didn’t pull away.

“You need a shower now, too. Come on.”

He pulled your arms off of him, only to find you teary eyed and frowning. So he put his hands on either side of your face, kissed your forehead, and whispered, “it’s okay. Stop being upset. Come shower with me. I’ll make it better, okay?”

You nodded, albeit quite sadly, but it was good enough for Tsukishima to pull you into the bathroom and treat you to the pampering you desperately needed - but maybe didn’t deserve.

It didn’t matter to him, though. He’d be there to wash your hair or cuddle with you no matter what; even on the days you didn’t deserve it.

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wongiemei · 5 years

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iKON Relationship with New Girl Member

Jinhwan:

Basically, her dad

Takes care of her the most dealing with her problems

He’s the oldest and he is used to dealing with the boys’ shit so he can handle hers too

But sometimes, it can be overwhelming

The girl member would listen to him like he would for her

Whenever she gets in trouble, he would always defend her (which annoys Bin a lot)

When she’s in that *cough* time *cough*, she would be the most comfortable with him

Jinhwan wouldn’t hesitate but go to the store 2 streets down and buy her chocolate, medicine, heating packs, chips, and tampons/pads

out of all the boys, she would trust him the most

if she needs something, she would go to him first

jinhwan loves to brag about that to the boys

he also loves the fact that someone is finally shorter than him

the boys still call him short but the girl defends him saying he’s taller than her

if anything, they should call her short

the first time it happened, jinhwan almost cried bc finally someone stood up for him

whenever he’s upset or hurt by what the others said, he hides it but she can usually tell

the only one he speaks his problems to

she experiments with makeup on him since he’s the only one who lets her

ngl, she’s actually pretty good

‘i didn’t spend 2 all-nighters watching jeffree star and james charles for nothing’

but as long as he sees that bright smile, he’s happy

i think he would be the im-never-letting-you-go type with her because he sees her as the girl he saw for the very first time

shy and innocent

and he will be damned if someone corrupts her

Yunhyeong:

if Jinhwan is her dad, he’s her mom

makes sure she does laundry, gets up early, goes to bed on time, showers before the boys

will feed and cook for the girl even when he’s tired

thinks shes the cutest little thing

but he knows that if he finds chanwoo and her are talking amongst themselves, shes gone

gets pranked on the most

the boys would use the girl to take advantage of his kindness to her for a prank

then the girl would be guilty later on and secretly tell song what theyre planning

believe it or not, yunghyeong is pretty scary when he’s mad

so she rats the others out bc she knows he wont punish her and she could watch the boys suffer

its like killing 2 birds with one stone

but really, she appreciates him

without him, she would be stuck eating delivery and ramen every night

since she rooms with him, chanwoo, and hanbin, hes always cooking something

ikonics see her a lot in his vlives and YT channel

when he went to the jungle, she was very worried

‘hyung, you’re going to get sick there! who’s going to feed me when you’re gone? you know Bin can’t cook for shit!’

‘yah! do you only see me as your chef?!’

‘what do you mean i can’t cook?!’

he looks out for her a lot

during ikontv, she was the only one excited for the mungap trip

out of all the boys, she appreciates him the most

okay, maybe she appreciates him and jinhwan the most

but, he was the one who made her feel welcome and tried the most to help her fit in and make sure she was comfortable

will never forget when he left her a tray of food at her door when she refused to leave her new room

there was a post-it note with encouraging words and she still has it to this day

just a wholesome mother-daughter relationship that will never be broken

Bobby:

oh, my baby

as i mentioned in the earlier post, he wasn’t very upset but he wasnt happy

but he wasnt upset enough to make her feel uncomfortable

bc jiwon is such a baby and so nice that he subtly helps her

over time, they build a cute relationship where he is like her older brother

steals her food all the time

‘no! song-hyung cooked that for me! Only for me!’

‘yah! it’s rude not to share with your elders!’

‘*mumbling* wdym elder. you’re practically a 5 year old’

jiwon has no mean bone in his body and you were practically an angel to him

well, when you’re not fooling around or goofing off

although he thought you wouldnt survive in iKON, he tries to help you as much as he can

even though bin is literally a big butt and gives you a hard time, jiwon helps you

like the time bin screamed at you because you couldnt get the dance right and you, being a strong woman who wouldnt let people push you around, screamed at him too

it resulted to you having a screaming match and the elders having to push you back because you were so close to punching him in the face and the youngers holding bin because he wouldnt hesitate to come at you

more on that in a sec

Donghyuck:

oof my baby sunshine

previously stated, he was the only one excited for your arrival

so obvs, yall are very tight

you, bob, and dong do vlives together a lot and ikonics look forward to it all the time

always cheers you up

remember that prank for ikon tv where dong literally started comforting the girl?

well, he does that to you

he knows when you start to get upset and he rubs your back

sometimes, just a hug from him makes it all better

did i mention that he gives out the warmest hugs?

ace dancers

both of you love to do covers as bonding time

whenever you can’t sleep, you just go to the other dorm and go under the covers while he sings to you

he sees you as his little sister and reminds him of his own little sister back home

btw, he loves to give you gifts

but so do you

when yall were filming ikon tv, he always picked up something that reminded him of you

like when he went shopping with bobby for their studio, he got you a little cute figurine that you still have to this day

or when you went to lotte mall for your day off and bought him a little necklace

fans get excited bc they always see matching yall have

the two of you wear the most fan gifts

like when someone gave hanbin a shirt, you snatch it and wear it

like how dong takes bobby’s clothing

yall are so cute together and fans wish they had a brother or a sister like yall

Junhoe:

this hoe

jk, but he really looks hot in this one

yes, he hated you in the beginning but once he found out similarities between you, he started tolerating you

also to him, i think he oesnt like the fact that him and the others worked so hard to get where they are and he doesnt really know what you went through to get there

junhoe has the personality that may seem very cold at first but he easily opens up to others and that causes them to open up to him

he knows the struggles you went through to be in ikon

you’re older than him by a few months and you treat him like your child

‘junhoe-ah! dont forget to take your makeup off!’

‘yah! clean your room! its like a pigsty!’

he gets annoyed with it but he knows you just look out for him

he calls you ‘noona’ with that cute ass smile if he wants something

how can you say no to that

yalls laughs are so loud and yall are just loud in general

one time, yall had a competition on who could sing louder and the guys almost banned you from the apartment complex

the neighbors weren’t happy

he always asks you for fashion advice even though you don’t have a good fashion taste

you have the habit of spoiling him of clothes and shoes

‘noona, you don’t need to do this. take them back’

‘wtf they’re from busan. i’m not about to take a train ride there to return those. keep them.’

his mom absolutely adores you

always tells you to look after him and junhoe blushing like a maniac

‘mom, i’m bigger than her. i think she’d need more protecting than me’

he turns red whenever you pinch his cheeks together

ngl, he had a crush on you but it faded away when he saw another member having a crush on you too

hes scared of him so hed rather back off

but you love him a lot and comfort him bc hes a little baby that really needs to be looked after

Chanwoo:

fuck, so cute

at first, chanwoo ignored you and made sure you were uncomfortable

even going as far as to disrespecting you

like being rude and being un-chanwoo

lets just say yunhyeong beat it out of him

as the youngest member, you baby him the most

‘oh, my little baby!’

initially, he was uncomfortable with it

but now, he lives for it

pouts when you give another member too much attention

teases you about your short height all the time

helps you grocery shop mainly for him to carry the bags

‘dont worry, noona. im strong’

you find out that chanwoo actually joined the group last and had a hard time fitting in

you used this to your advantage to get closer to him with your similar situations

‘you know, being in an unfamiliar environment is hard. but having someone who understands your feelings makes it easier’

and he just looks up to you with those big brown eyes and you just melt

gamer buddies

love to go to pc cafes even though yall have your own respective computers at home

only goes for the food

always calls him when you’re stuck in one level

*cute Hanbin’s voice*

‘CHANWOO-YAH!!!! JUNG CHANWOO!!!’

even though he might act like a bitch sometimes, hes actually so soft and cute

hes your little baby and will always be your little baby even though yall are like 80

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jq37 · 6 years

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well. that was it.

**spoilers for prompocalypse part 2**

Y'all this is it. The end-end. The last recap, at least for Fantasy High.

I honestly could have gotten this up yesterday but I wanted to give myself a hot sec before it was really over.

But, no way out but through. Let’s get to it.

We start back up right where we left off with no break in between. Cast still freaking, Brennan still gaping.

“What the Fuck.” –Brennan 2019

Anyway, Kristen once again appears in corn heaven and she’s very not chill about it. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. On the plus side, she runs into Doreen in heaven who is young and hot again (which I’m sure Fig would appreciate knowing) and also apologizes for her traumatizing speech to Adaine during her death.

Helio playing beer pong. I wonder if that was always a facet of his personality or if Brennan just decided to yes-and all of Ally’s suggestions of him being a frat bro.

The angels being like, “Please be nice to God. He’s our dad,” was kinda adorable.

“Why are you dressed like a weird stripper?”/“It’s too hot in here. He’s the sun!”

So while the gang has been living out Breakfast Club + Stranger Things, Aguefort has been Weekend and Bernie’s-ing Heaven apparently. I want to say wild, but tbh that’s pretty on brand for him. The wild part is that he was able to knock out GOD. Like, how even?

Aguefort tells Kristen that Sol is one god of many and she says, “Cool, I always thought that,” as if this is new information but, living in a D&D world, shouldn’t she definitively know that already? Like, the gods in fantasy worlds are pretty blatant about letting their presence be known and there are clerics/paladins who aren’t Heleoic but still have powers.

OK I have a bone to pick with Ms. Kristen Applebees. You get a chance to talk to the primordial source of all divine power and magic and you (1) ask who you’re allowed to bone and (2) create a TERRIBLE god. Just truly TRASH. She created a reaction gif god. It’s not even a physical representation of the concept. Like, I thought she meant something like Yass from Wreck it Ralph 2 but no. Just a literal Yes! Like, you can trash talk Helio when you come up with something better, girl. Also, wild that you can just…walk into a room and do that. Like you have to knock out Sol first but still. Wild.

“You’ve created a new deity and already you’re fed up with it. I would say that’s par for the course.”

I low key thought Kristen was going to get the option to deify herself. I think because I had just rewatched The Gamers: Dorkness Rising and that figures in to the plot. But, thinking about it, she wouldn’t have gone for that I don’t think.

Aguefort flipping out at Kristen saying that friendship is the greatest magic of all, and rightfully so. That’s BS.

Since when does Kristen have dog tags?

Anyway, as we all suspected, the chronomancy line from episode 1 wasn’t a random line of dialogue, it was a chekhov’s gun.

I mentioned this in an earlier post. Brennan didn’t seem too concerned that the party was wiping and I think this is why. I think he had two paths for this fight to take. In one, Riz successfully rolled for police and like 6 helpful NPCs plus his mom show up. That’s enough to beat the dragon without dying and Aguefort shows up having Die Hard-ed his way out of heaven. In the other, Kristen dies, goes to heaven, and basically that same series of events happens. Chronomancy saves the day. I think he was shocked because the roll dovetailed so perfectly with the story beat.

“Is Arthur Aguefort black? Hell yes. My brotha.” Gonna be honest, I basically had that same reaction when they showed his character portrait in ep 1.

Kristen and Arthur jump back into the battle and Arthur gets possessed by Mr. Gibbons. I guess he’s just been hanging around as a ghost this whole time? Because this seems to lend credence to the theory that that’s who possessed Fig in the arcade but didn’t we see him go to the afterlife (which, I have a question about that too later). But I feel like that must have been Brennan’s way of sidelining him for the fight so they didn’t have like a level 20 wizard making it too easy.

“Oh, and Jawbone!” Murph loses it.

Jawbone stuck in Goldenhoard’s mouth like that meme of the dog smiling, stuck in a fence.

Gorthalax is like, “I don’t feel great sleeping next to this dude.” Fig meanwhile is all, “I wanna sleep between his legs.” She says this at least twice.

So everyone just have a freaking picnic and takes a nap in the middle of this fight. Can’t say I saw that coming exactly.

Fabian tries to stab Dayne, who is already dead, during the time stop.

“What the fuck do they teach you at this school?”

“Are you talking about the time thing or–”/“Yeah Gorgug! The time thing!.”

“We’re gonna kill this motherfucker, sweetie.”

I love Sklonda so much.

Jawbone is a salad guy.

OK so I know people were shipping Sklonda and Gilear and it was like, “But how would that work with the height difference?” so Brennan, the absolute madman, decides to pair her with the GIANT DEMON???

Adaine about Gilear: Cucked again.

Everyone treating the DRAGON like a JUNGLE GYM.

“It’s basically Jeb Bush’s Campaign.” Ally, with the fury of 1000 suns: EXCUSE ME?

“I bless, [Riz], your mom, and [Fabian.] Are you the only ones with vendettas?”

“I think we’re all pretty blessed.” Gorgug/Zac is so good.

Adaine, who has all the wisdom and intelligence points of the entire party at the moment: You need to stay safe because the reason that we died is that you died.

The shot that shows everyone on the giant dragon and then the foreground fuzzes out and shows Adaine a safe distance away in the background is hilarious.

Ice guitar pick. Sweet.

Yeah, Siobhan really shoulda got healing potions out of her jacket, not the freaking wand. Hilarious. The only thing helpful about that was it hinted he was vulnerable to frost damage which they could have guessed.

I wonder what Brennan had in his notes about the freaking city in Adaine’s jacket. It’s wild they weren’t more curious about that.

I low key loved Emily buffing Murph the whole fight.

“Hell yes Sklonda!”

Ragh: Giving a gay pride speech./Adaine, who doesn’t want to get knocked out again: STAB HIM IN THE DICK DUDE.

And, speaking of, OWWW.

Fig shapeshifting to Dayne. The hell Emily!

And another eye gouging.

Fabian is incapable of doing a single thing without doing some ridiculous parkour stunt first.

Kristen,not twenty minutes after Riz said it would be crazy to go inside the dragon: Can I climb inside the dragon’s mouth? (Adaine: KRISTEN!)

Gorgug saving Skonda and Riz going, “Thanks for saving my mom!” from across the room.

Brennan is narrating the epic final battle and what cool thing everyone is doing and Kristen is just being digested.

Riz was my second choice for the coup de grace until it turned out that Kal ate his dad and then he was my first choice. Riz!!!!

What a badass moment for him. The image of him casting a shadow on the wall is super dope.

Everyone flipping off Kal as he dies.

Riz and Sklonda are making dragon casserole bay-bee!

MURPH FAILS WITH BARDIC INSPIRATION AND BLESS AT A 12 DC.

Aguefort. What a chaos monster.

“I fucked that bird! It is my paramour!”

Hold up, hold up, hold up. Did Kristen’s freaking Yes god kick Sol out of his own freaking heaven? WHAT?

I love that what Adaine got out of this experience was, “Wait, so my powers are bullshit?”

“Everything in this world is bullshit, Ms. Abernant.” Preach.

“So is the sun just a yes now?”/“Maybe.”

Literally 6 cop NPCs. Like they all seem like they’re morons but I’m sure it would have helped!

“Fuck it dude, it’s worth asking.”

“Are you my dad?”/“I was about to ask you the very same thing.”/“What?”

“TAKE HIS EYE. CUT OUT HIS EYE. YOU WANT ME TO BITE IT OUT FOR YOU?”

Brennan really likes the word bud.

Freak the fuck out all the time and just fuck things up.

They got their ice cream later! And Adaine says thank you to Basrar, even though he’s not even there.

Adaine as the 7 freed maidens (way to go Sandra-Lynn) are re-killing Goldenhoard: Us and them are the only good students.

Gorgug’s nat20! What a WILD time for the dice to give that to him.

“You gotta ask. I ask everyone if they’re my dad.”

Gorgug’s dad (Gorbag) has just as low an intelligence score as his son. It’s hilarious but also sweet.

THE VULTURE

I thought that Digby and WIlma just found Gorgug in the woods? Maybe I’m not remembering right. I would guess that was their version of the stork story but they straight up told him what docking was so…

“Do any other federal agents want to step to Arthur Aguefort on the grounds of his school?”

The Aguefort way!

I wonder what Sam has to say about her former BFF selling her out like that and also getting murdered.

It seems like Gorgug was put on the guest list for hell by accident (his relieved reaction was adorable) but I thought that was orc heaven?

Interesting Gorthalax still has pull in hell when he’s a high school coach now.

BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL

How did he watch the fight? Do they have pay per view in hell?

“I doubt Cathilda will end up here.”

Bill is just such a maniac. I love him so much. I wanna say I can’t believe that killing the devil dril tweet was serious but I can. It’s Bill.

Bill and Fabian having a casual convo in HELL.

Oh my God, Fabian’s mom stabbed Bill’s eye out and he proposed on the spot. No wonder Fabian is so into Aelwen. It’s in his DNA.

What a dope ship.

I can’t believe Emily tricked me into thinking that her end speech wasn’t in service to some nonsense. She held it together for so long but I should have known bc it’s EMILY.

“Young lady, I have no idea who that is and I’m telling you right now yes. I will make whoever that person is vice principal.”

Adaine: Uhhhh….we should find Zayn.

Aww, Zayn’s parents were also terrible elves.

Unwanted Wingwoman Kristen Applebees

lol at Adaine casting Ray of Sickness on everyone suggesting she date ghost Zayne. Great callbacks to the early eps all around.

Don’t @ me, but Adaine w/ a ghost boyfriend who also had terrible elf parents might be kinda sick.

“Tomorrow, we’re gonna start training you on how to actually swordfight.” Uhhh, I kinda love Fabian’s mom now?

She literally hasn’t been sober in 15 years. Icon.

“I didn’t know you spoke Tornado.”

Siobhan’s late season tendency to just flip things/people off is hilarious.

Wild that Adaine’s parents just legit DITCHED her that hard and she was like, f ‘em. Clean break.

“She’s helping me spread something.”

Gorgug has so many friends now!!!!!

Lol, Fabian’s whole journey has just been about becoming captain of the Owlbears.

Riz got his PI License.

Lou and Fabian immediately being so mad at the idea of his mom (Hallariel?) getting with Gilear. Emily/Fig having an equal but opposite reaction.

“Mama, I will kill this man.”/“I’ll kill you first, it’s not up to you.”

Sandra-Lynn gets with Jawbone. Did Brennan just roll to pair up everyone?

Also, the group is almost all related or quasi-related now. Gorthalax got with Sklonda which makes Fig and Riz sorta siblings. Gilear got with Hallariel making Fig and Fabian sorta siblings. Jawbone sorta adopted Adaine and he got with Sandra-Lynn, again making Adaine kinda siblings with Fig. Plus Fig claimed Gorgug as a sibling a lot of eps ago and if Kristen sticks with Tracker then she’ll marry into this mess. Crazy!

Fabian totally dipping on the sequel hook because he’s gonna be busy trying to break Aelwen out of jail.

I’ve been keeping up with the fanart but there was some in here I hadn’t seen and it was super dope!

I’m so glad we had the after epilogue-epilogue. It was a very nice send-off.

Adaine using her oracle authority to get Zayn back into school! She’s so good.

Lol and she helped Basrar so he can grant other wishes. I love that this is the NPC that she decided she was going all in for.

Riz and Adaine join AV club! Idk why I love that detail.

Riz cutting off Adaine’s very good question about her jacket w/ his PI talk.

“They’re our rivals.”/“Into it.”

“Is ‘The Ball’ not your real name?” I love Fabian so much.

Zac doing Gorgug’s excited crack-y teenage voice when he’s just concentrating on that and not playing the game is so adorable. He’s just so sweet and enthusiastic and a good kid.

“Guess that tin flower worked, huh?” I cry.

I love that Gorgug’s happy ending is basically just that he has friends now. And that’s literally all he wanted starting out.

“FIG! GO TO BARD CLASS!”

Aww, Ragh and Gorgug are friends now.

I knew it! I at some point pitched the idea of Ragh ending up with one of the AV guys so he would be w/ someone who had enough intelligence to keep him from dying and I’m 90% sure it’s somewhere on my blog but I can’t be bothered to find it right now. But anyway, he’s in the lgbt club w/ Ragh and Kristen so it’s def a possibility!

“My bitch sister? Don’t you fucking dare.” (lol, if that happens then the group will be even more related)

Fabian considering recruiting the Cubbys for his rescue attempt of Aelwen.

“Gilear!” I love that Fig loves Gilear now but still calls him by his first name.

And that was Fantasy High!

I have at least two more posts in the hopper: And epilogue retrospective type deal and also the official JQ37 ranking of all the adults in Fantasy High.

Thanks for sticking with me this far you guys. I can’t draw to save my life and I don’t really do fic so this is the one little way I can contribute to this thing I love so much.

It’s been real and I’ll see you all soon for an epilogue because, no surprise, I have more things to say.

#fantasy high #asks #anon #Anonymous

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lilgynt · 9 months

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me when the holidays, which historically, aren’t good for me. aren’t going good

#personal #mom and ben were complaining about me taking too long to get dressed before dinner #so i was like yeah only reason i wasn’t home was bc i was returning stuff for mom #like 4 different stores stuff #anyway i didn’t go earlier bc i got sick and told her as much #so i’m harping about it her words btw bc theyre hanging up on me for taking five to get dressed #anyway my mom asks me to go out and i don’t want to but want to not help my mom less #so as we’re getting ready she’s like hey if you don’t want to return my stuff just say that it’s fine you were just annoying last night #so i explained again i did that bc they were ganging up on me #and she’s like well you should have gone earlier ben was hungry #and i was like sorry i was sick and she just rolled her eyes and it’s like dude what the fuck is ur damage #and i mention i don’t like how you change when he visits and she’s acting confused so i repeat myself and say this happens every time #and she just keeps going on about it while asking me to to do another so i’m like fine go do it urself then and then she’s like fine #and then keeps going on about whatever so it’s like okay go to the store by urself too and enjoy this visit from ben alone too #cause i know im third wheeling #i hate how i hate when he visits bc it never goes fucking well for me #i would like to enjoy the holidays and enjoy when my brother visits except i just get upset everytime bc she can’t how much she prefers him

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maknaesdancersrappers · 6 years

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Warm (14/16)

prologue

cotton, wind, blow, blouse.

hair, flower, aroma, scent.

cold, eyes, ice, dive.

touch, warm, melt, lips.

a/n: i cried writing this one

You’ve noticed ever since your 7th anniversary, Taeyong has been distant and jittery around you. It started with him blankly staring at you when you would tell him about your day and it would take a few calls of his name for him to snap out of it. Next, he would always come home late, either from working overtime or hanging out with Johnny ever since he moved back to Seoul from Chicago.

When you consulted your best friend, she said it might be the infamous ‘7-year itch’ that happens between couples; when the relationship starts to recede. You argued that it can’t be because he’s always just as passionate and enthusiastic when you two would fool around in bed.

“Well, maybe he just wants sex. You two are still unbelievably celibate.” She scoffs and under her breath she grumbles, “I still think his pepper is an inch.”

You scold her when you caught what she said, shoving her shoulder.

“Then he’s probably cheating on you! Like, are you sure he’s really working overtime or meeting Johnny?”

You frown at her suggestion, “It’s not like him to lie.”

“Remember that little incident with what’s-her-face and wanting to have him ‘study each other’s anatomy’ back in senior high?”

That left an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach and it stayed there until you got back home where Taeyong was browsing through the usual stack of papers he brings home from work in the living room.

He looks up from the file he was holding, his eyes a little red and the bags under them were darker than usual. “Oh, hey.” He briefly stands up to kiss your cheek before plopping back down on the couch. “Have you eaten? I made some beef stew.”

“I’m still full… Aren’t you going to bed yet?”

“I will in a while. I’ll just sort these out.”

You nod and get ready for bed, trying to forget the suggestions your best friend had mentioned earlier.

Taeyong clambers onto the bed just a few minutes after you settle in and as he was about to scoop you into his arms and warm you up from the cold airconditioning, his phone rings. He mumbles an apology when he sees your dismayed expression before getting up and answering his phone.

“Why are you calling? Ya! I’m thinking it through, wait, I’m in the same room as her.” He says into his phone in a hushed tone, thinking you didn’t hear him as he slips out the room.

Your chest tightens, thinking what through? And why did it matter that you were in the room.

“Maybe he’s cheating on you.” Your friend’s words echo in your head.

You fell asleep before Taeyong came back to bed and when you woke up the next morning, he was gone already. He left a note by the breakfast he made you, telling you he had to go work early, and you can tell he was in a rush because of his handwriting.

As you dusted your face with setting powder, your gaze lands on the small jewelry box Taeyong had gotten you for your birthday 2 years ago. You haven’t been wearing any of your jewelry since you only used them for night outs or formal events, but today you felt like wearing at least one of them. Upon opening the navy faux leather box, it was a mess of tangled chains of necklaces and bracelets on one side and neatly arranged rows of your earrings where rings are supposed to be. You see the rose pendant he had gotten you before and untangle it from the others. On the leaves, it had his initials and since you felt so distant with him the past weeks, you decided to wear it.

But it had still bothered you all morning about Taeyong’s actions and your friend’s words still haunted the back of your mind. You hated it that it made sense in your head, but you refused to believe any of it. You were so out of it during work that your boss had advised you to take the rest of the day off.

You barely worked in the morning, yet the second you got to your apartment, fatigue started to set in. Without another thought, you open the door and toe off your shoes on the mat. You thought you were seeing things, but you see Taeyong’s loafers--the one he wears to work--on the mat, and what made you feel ten times worse were the black pumps beside it.

“Taeyong?!” You didn’t mean to actually screech, but when you hear more than one hurried footsteps inside the living room, you repeat yourself and stomp towards the noise.

“[Y/N]!” Taeyong awkwardly stands in the middle of the living room, hands behind his back and looking flustered. “W-what are you doing home so early? Are you sick? Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” You scoff, “Are you okay? What are you doing home so early?”

“I, uh, forgot some papers.”

“Oh, did you?” He nods his head at your question. “Did you bring a co-worker with you, huh?”

His eyebrows furrowed together and as if a lightbulb went off in his head, his eyes widened. “Uhm, I--”

“Where is she?” You demand as you looked around the room. When you feel his hand on your shoulder, you push him off and glare at him with wet eyes. “Are you cheating on me?”

“No! You know I would never even think of that!”

“Then whose heels are on the mat?”

“Miyoung’s!”

You and Taeyong had never screamed at each other like this.

“Who the hell is that?!”

“Johnny’s girlfriend!”

And as if on cue, the front door shuts and Johnny’s voice booms, “Hey, Taeyong, the flower shop only had peach roses, [Y/N] is fine with that, right--oh…” He walks into view with a three large bouquets of the roses he was just talking about. “A-am I late?”

On the corner of your vision, you see Taeyong shake his head while covering his face with a hand.

“Late for what?” You asked, calming down a bit.

Suddenly, a girl runs out from the laundry room and went straight for Johnny. She looks at you with a tight smile. “Hi, uhm, I wish we met on better circumstances, but I think it’s best that Johnny and I leave. Let’s go, hun.”

“Wait, what’s happening?” Johnny looks at her and back at Taeyong, but she hushes him.

“Hush, Taeyong can handle this.” She says, glancing at him and gives him a thumbs up, mouthing “You got this.”

When they left, you turn to Taeyong and wait for him to explain.

“Uhm, do you want to sit down first?”

“No, I’m good standing up.”

He sighs, “Okay. Uhm…” His eyes fall on your neck, making him reach out and touch the necklace you wore. “You haven’t worn this in a while.”

“Don’t change the topic. What the hell is happening?” You snap at him and he offers you an apologetic smile.

“When I bought this, the store also had these rings; really expensive rings. And I knew I didn’t have the money to buy them so I didn’t think much of it until I saw this one particular ring. I immediately thought of you and I don’t know why I did, but when the lady who sold me this necklace offered to reserve the ring for at most 3 months, I took it.” He pauses to swallow. “After I gave you this necklace, I started working different part time jobs so I can save up for the ring. I didn’t even have enough when the 3 months were up, but my mom lent me the money because she knows how much I wanted it for you-- how much I love you.”

Taeyong pulls out a square box from his back pocket and you recognize the packaging as the same one that came with the necklace from years ago. “So I’ve had this for 4 years because I didn’t know when to give it you; I kept waiting for the right time, and if you came home a little later, I could have given it to you like I planned.”

You stare up at him, “But, we already celebrated our anniversary… w-what’s with today that you have to ask Johnny and his girlfriend for help?”

He inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he slowly exhales. With one last breath, he gets on one knee and holds your hand, gazing into your eyes.

“I swear to God, I had a whole spiel to tell you, but you came too early and now I can’t remember most of it.” He chuckles, “And I feel like I should apologize for taking so long to do this, but [Y/N], you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re patient and understanding with me, you know how to put up with me, and I’m--I’m me because of you. I loved you for 7 years and I promise to love you even more for the next years to come,” He opens up the square box and reveals the most elegant ring you’ve ever seen. “Will you marry me?”

You don’t even realize that you had held your breath or that you’ve began crying until you attempted to answer him. “Wait, I just feel so stupid for thinking that you were cheating on me.”

He shushes, vehemently shaking his head. “No, no, it’s okay. Please answer me, baby. One word, yes or no. And whatever it is, I’ll accept it.”

You choke back your tears at the thought of him understanding if you reject his proposal, “Of course, it’s a yes!” You pull him up from the floor and throw your arms around his shoulders.

He hugs you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and you feel it: the warmth of his body that you missed so much; the warmth that made you feel that you were home.

“Is this really happening?”

He laughs, breaking the hug off to put the ring on your finger. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

“No!” You cry, briefly admiring the ring before returning your attention on Taeyong, who wipes your tears with his thumb, “Never.”

a/n: i will always cry while writing marriage proposals bc its the only time i allow myself to be so cheesy and im so soft rn it didnt help that taeyong had apple hair for inkigayo :c

this is still open (u kno if anyone else is interested in getting to know me)

follow me on twitter? @ohyesjaehyun

#nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct 2018 #nct scenarios #taeyong scenarios

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blesspastacraig · 6 years

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Babe (SP Drabble Bomb Day 5 - Letter)

Remember, fear is in no way truthful.

Tweek and Craig's relationship through post-it notes and texts.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14765684/chapters/34252124

Babe,

Can you get milk today.

Love you, Craig.

I’m in bed. No milk.

-T

Babe,

I hope your day is better today.

Try to get out of bed if you can.

Love you, Craig.

Couldn’t.

-T

Babe,

You are strong and you will get through this.

Love, Craig.

I love you.

-T

///

Tweek

Come home. I need u.

Craig

I’ll ask my boss babe.

Tweek

Hurry

Craig

Ok honey, I’m leaving now.

Tweek

I think I need to go to the hospital again.

I failed.

Craig

You didn’t fail anything.

I’m coming home now.

I love you babe.

///

Babe,

I miss you.

Love, Craig.

My babe,

I’m going to keep this here until you come home.

So you’ll know how much you’re loved and missed.

Love, Craig.

Hey babe,

Thinking of you today.

Love, Craig.

Babe,

You’re my favourite person.

I can’t wait for you to get home and we’ll try that Indian place.

Love, Craig.

Babe,

Please come home soon.

I’m missing you.

Love, Craig.

Tweek,

It’s late and I’m drunk.

I need you.

-Craig

Babe,

You’re so strong, it blows me away.

You’ve improved so much.

Love, Craig.

Babe,

I’ve missed your smile.

It was nice seeing it again today.

Love, Craig.

Babe,

I can’t wait to see you today.

You’ll finally be home with me, where you belong.

Love, Craig.

I love u so much but I don’t deserve u

-T

Babe,

You deserve everything.

Love, Craig.

///

Tweek

I’m really sorry that ur working double shifts bc I can’t hold a damn job.

Craig

Your job is to get better :)

Tweek

That doesn’t seem fair.

Craig

Rest, let the meds work.

I’ve got this covered.

Tweek

I’ll try nd get the house clean 2day

Craig

It’s fine. It’s my mess anyway.

Tweek

Ok i’ll cook then

Craig

Only if you wanna. I know you like to cook.

Tweek

I’ll cook since Im not payin rent

Craig

We live together, you don’t pay rent.

What’s mine is yours etc.

Tweek

I’ll pay u in love?

Craig

Love is a currency I can accept.

///

Craig,

Gone 4 a walk 2 pickup my meds.

B back soon.

Ily -T

Babe,

Look at you!

Love, Craig.

Craig,

Its not a big deal stop bein dumb

-T

Babe,

It’s a huge deal!

Let’s get pizza when I get home.

Love, Craig.

Craig,

I need to get up earlier so we can actually speak 2 each other instead of playin sticky note tag.

-T

Babe,

Get up whenever you want.

I kinda like it. It’s sweet.

Wait up for me?

Love, Craig.

Craig,

I’ll b out when u get home.

When I get back lets go 2 the Indian place u wanted 2 try.

-T

Babe,

Goddamn, I love you.

Love, Craig.

///

Craig

You have therapy today?

Tweek

Yep. I’m goin 2 bribe myself with ice cream or something.

Craig

Good, stay out if you can.

It’s nice to see you going places by yourself.

Tweek

Sometimes I watch the birds.

Craig

Take some pics for me.

I love you.

Tweek

Ok.

Can I ask u something?

Craig

Course babe.

Tweek

Can we get another guinea pig?

I feel better when animals r around.

Craig

We can definitely do that.

Tweek

I can pretend Im a stay @ home mom.

Craig

Furbabies count. I say so.

Tweek

Okay love :)

Craig

I gotta go back to work, see you tonight.

Love you lots.

Tweek

Ilysm.

///

Craig,

Im goin job hunting 2day so might not be home when u finish.

-T

Babe,

Only if you feel ready.

Don’t push yourself too hard.

Love, Craig.

Craig,

I want to try.

-T

Babe,

Good luck today!

Don’t forget to take your meds!

Love, Craig.

///

Tweek

I called in sick 4 u b4 I left

Craig

I didn’t see this until now.

Sorry. Thank you.

Tweek

U wanna talk abt it?

Craig

Idk, I might be going down again.

Amazing timing.

Tweek

Im not surprised you have been working nonstop.

Prob burnout. I’ll call dr.

Craig

Thank you, sorry for doing this to you.

Tweek

U haven’t done anything 2 me.

I am ok thanks 2 u.

I love u.

Craig

We are hot messes.

Tweek

We r doin ok 4 2 hot messes.

Craig

Maybe we should get that Guinea Pig soon.

Tweek

We can get 1 asap.

I hope u feel better soon my love.

Craig

Thank you.

I’m going to sleep for a bit.

Tweek

Sleep well <3

///

Babe, Guinea Pig name suggestions?

Poppy?

Love, Craig.

Blaze?

-T

Babe,

How about Luna?

Love, Craig.

Craig

I like Luna. Maybe Cinnamon?

-T

Babe,

I’ve got it! Sunshine!

Love, Craig

Craig

Absolutely not!

Happy?

-T

Babe,

Nah, Oreo?

Love, Craig

Craig,

No. If we’re goin with food how abt Peanut?

-T

Tweek,

That’s so basic.

Sonny?

Love, Craig

Craig,

2 much like Sunny/Sunshine.

Charlie?

-T

Babe,

You’d think we were naming our first child!

Mocha?

Love, Craig

Craig,

No way. Nothing coffee related.

Also no human babies.

Maybe just Baby?

-T

Babe,

Only furbabies for sure.

What about Babe, seeing as I call you that so often?

Love, Craig

My love,

I think I like that 1 the best.

Love Tweek.

#spdrabblebomb #sp creek #sp craig #sp tweek #tweek tweak #craig tucker/tweek tweak #craig tucker

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bambijupiter · 3 years

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soo i’m supposed to start journaling bc it’s good for me so here i goooo! i’m gonna start small for now, so that it’s easier when i really need to get stuff off my chest. i’m gonna try to make it into a habit lol!

today, i was having car troubles and kinda stressed out. my credit cards are way high and draco has been at the vet for a few days. he’s in good hands i think, my vet is super cool and i’m lowkey crushing. i’m obviously worried about draco but she seems confident that he’s okay. cosmo has been really happy that he’s been gone, which makes me sad. my mom says i should get rid of draco so cosmo will be happy, but i don’t want to :( i love them both so much. anyways, the thing with draco isn’t major really, it’s uti which i guess is pretty common with cats. we gave him antibiotics but he was having diarrhea all over my house and i was sick so i was getting really emotional, i kept giving him baths 😭 so she was really nice and said i could have him boarded for free to give me some time to rest and heal up. i’m praying for him, his health and happiness. i hope he’s okay. i love them both so much :( 💘 anyways, today was kinda weird. i went to check if i had coolant, it was empty 🙄 but there was a sticky note on my car window! it said “i think you’re cute, but i’m moving” with their instagram handle and phone number. i was like omggg ! 😳 kinda crazy. anyways i finish putting coolant in, i go inside (i had a client date that i was also super nervous about), finish getting ready, and maybe 30 mins later i come back out to head to my client date and there’s ANOTHER NOTE! so insane. it says “hey, i saw you working on your car. if you need help text me at ### -chris, apt 414 “ 😳😳😳 what are the odds ! anyways i talked to alyssa on the way to my date, i’m so nervous, we do manifesting stuff and i’m like “this man is definitely going to give me 1k! i can see him handing it to me, i know he will” and so i go to the date, it goes alright. he gives me this really nice rose quartz necklace with diamonds, rose gold chain, it’s sooooo pretty!! i think he’s definitely a keeper. anyways at the end of the date, he’s like “here you go!” and hands me a stack, i don’t count it and just put it in my purse. he hugs me and whispers “it’s 1k” and i probably should have acted more nonchalant but i was like omg thank you!!! 😭 he’s like, it’s to help get your car fixed ! anyways, i leave, i’m all happy, i get starbucks, pay one of my credit cards, come home, and then idk why i got bummed out. my sister is in town and since i was sick recently she’s worried to see me :( i get it but i was feeling sad & lonely, and i wanted this cute guy(the one who invited me to see kings of leon 😵‍💫) to go out with me but he didn’t write me back :/ maybe since he’s in music and it’s a friday night he was just busy. i also cut jason off, i think it’s for the best. he was all defensive and then just didn’t text me back 🙄 so annoying. and isaiah annoyed me earlier too, he asked if i wanted to go out w mike and i just thought that was so weird. like idk jealousy is no good but a litttleeee wouldn’t hurt? maybe that’s toxic. ANYWAYS i just started sailor moon, and i probably have more i could talk about but i’m kinda done rn lol. if i think of something i’ll write more later 💘 byeeee

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pennyfynotes · 7 years

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8.17.17 // 4:00pm // guide to freshman year of college

so... you've finally finished high school and you feel like you're on top of the world. then you realize you're going to college, where you'll be a super small fish in a very large pond. which is totally ok. here are some tips to make your transition to college easier. good luck! xoxo, m

ps. i also have a post about making friends here.

1. contact+coordinate with your roommate. your roommate will likely be one of the first people you meet at college and your are going to have to live with them for at least a year (unless something goes terribly wrong). take the time to reach out to them and figure out a little bit about them. from a more practical standpoint, you might want to find out what time they're planning on moving in and also figure out how you're going to split the cost+share the larger items.

>>>when are they moving in? there are a couple ways to approach this. you can try and move in at the same time so you can have equal input as to how to organize the room and who gets which bed/desk etc. you can also move in at different times to minimize the amount of people and mess in the room at once. if one of you really doesn't care about their bed being next to the window or stuff like that, this might be a good option. if you've gotten really close with your roommate after talking to them, maybe have them call you and take a picture so you can hash it out. that is if they get there first. you could also reverse the roles.

>>>who's bringing what? there are items that you both don't need to purchase. these might include: a full length mirror, microwave, fridge, coffeemaker/electric kettle and other things of that nature. try to figure out how to evenly split this. if one person gets the fridge (probably ~$100), then maybe the other person can get a couple of the smaller, cheaper items. there is also the option to just "split the bill" but (my mom brought up an excellent point last year) then there is the hassle of determining ownership at the year's end, especially if you don't plan to continue rooming together.

2. read as much as you can about move-in day. it's always going to be chaotic, that's a given. however, try to figure out where you need to go and how you're going to get there. and don't just look at a map and say "so my dorm is here, we can just unload in this random parking lot". chances are the university will have a system set up and it's a pain if you try to go to the wrong place. be as knowledgeable as you can to minimize frustration and chaos. if there isn't a lot of information available, pay super close attention to any signs around campus. now is not the time to be watching netflix on your phone.

3. get the important stuff done first. unpack your stuff, get your ID and all that jazz. it's important to be friendly and get to know people, but don't get too sidetracked and wind up with no way to get into your building because you didn't get your student ID. a way to combine making friends and getting things done is to go as a group to get important papers.

4. savor time with your family. if you're lucky enough that your family has come with you, don't blow them off. say proper goodbyes and the like bc you probably won't see them for a while (unless you like super close to your college).

5. get to know your roommate in person (+ maybe set some ground rules). your roommate doesn't have to be your best friend. but at least try to get to know them, they are putting up with you for 2 semesters after all. if there are things you know that will annoy you, try to address them and put down some rules. you might have to make so accommodations, but they will probably have to too. the way i see it, rooming together isn't about friendship (though it can be), it's about peaceful coexistence.

6. figure out how things work. common things that are a little tricky are: where are things/facilities/buildings, how does the bus system work + how does the meal plan work. you will likely have some sort of upperclassman advisor/counselor person, so get these questions answered before class starts. you don't want to realize you went to the wrong building or are on the wrong bus 5 minutes before class begins. it's not a big deal (profs are pretty understanding), but don't give extra stress the opportunity to arise.

7. get your textbooks. this is so important. some teachers will start using the textbooks right away and it's always easier if you've gotten them in advance. however, be smart about getting textbooks bc those things are damn expensive.

>>> rent from amazon. this is so amazing. a lot of the time you'll be able to save a fair amount of money by renting rather than buying. there's always the option to buy at the end of the rental period. if you find out you don't need the book you can return within the first 30 days with a prepaid shipping label for a full refund.

>>> buy older editions. chances are, you'll be able to get away with using the older edition of a textbook. some profs might be really picky or assign hw out of them without providing an edition conversion chart (tho you may be able to find one online), but you can probably do it. exhibit a: there was no option to rent y orgo textbook and the newest (recommended) edition was $100. i got the second most recent edition for about $6.

>>> google for pdf versions. sometimes you get super lucky and find pdfs of textbooks online for free. some people prefer paper copies of books, but saving the money and the weight in my bag is good enough for me

8. find a study buddy. admittedly i did not do this, though it probably would have been helpful. find a friend or buddy in each class you take that can give you notes if you're sick or that you can study with/ask questions to. you will also be able to suffer together. there is strength in numbers.

9. join clubs/extracurriculars. you might become really good friend with your hallmates or you might not. sometimes it's easier to find friends in clubs because you have similar interests. they're also a great way to meet upperclassmen and make those connections. upperclassmen are always helpful.

10. reinvent yourself. not saying you have to give yourself a total makeover, but if there are things that defined you in hs that you don't identify with anymore, you can change that. it's hard to change yourself and other people's assumptions of you when you've known them since 1st grade. you have a clean slate now. if there's something you want to leave behind, go for it.

11. don't lose yourself. this may seem rather contradictory to the previous statement, but don't give up everything you are. college can sometimes be overwhelming and you'll find yourself letting go of things you love like certain hobbies or interests. if you still love it, dont let it go. make time for it. you might not be able to keep up with it to the same extent you did in hs (which makes me sad and is quite unfortunate), but don't let it die.

>>> same goes for personality/values. it's so tempting to change yourself to fit in. remember you don't have to

12. if you need to go to class, go. as i mentioned earlier, i'm not as much of a proponent you should never skip class mantra. if the lecturer is good and you get good information from lecture, then you should go. if the lecturer is terrible and you have other better resources to get your information from, you might be okay just not going.

13. try not to fall behind. it will take you forever to catch up. sometimes you have to sacrifice being prepared for one class to study for another, but try to avoid this as much as possible. once you do that, it takes forever to get back up to speed in that other class. chances are, once you hit your first midterm in your first class, they're never going to end. you might be used to having 3 weeks in between tests, but oftentimes in college they're spaced in such a way that you don't get much of a break. like i said, falling behind is a nightmare.

14. take care of your mental health. your health is still the most important. you won't perform well if your mental health has gone out the window, so do make time for that. more on that here and here.

best of luck as you enter college and (as i always say) i'm always here if you have more questions or need more advice :) xoxo, m

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hobistagram · 7 years

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She’s a baby

A/N: I wanted to do a drabble to explore the world I created for my witch!au and I can’t stop listening to the new zico song so this is what happened. i’m not spelling everything out in the story bc I just think it reads better that way, but in this au, all the boys have regular day jobs and each of them are witches. they all have a specific set of powers (see if you can figure them out!) but i’ll be going into way more detail w that and a whole lot more in the full length jimin fic coming up so if you’re left w questions now, they may be answered soon! hope yall enjoy!

wc: ~1.8K

witch!yoongi | witch!jimin | witch!tae | witch!jin

Hoseok watched her fumble her way through a conversation with a medical intern. The boy was overbearing, talking too much without really saying anything, and she was eating it up, because he was handsome and he would one day be a doctor.

Not that it bothered him. Being a nurse was just as, if not more, important, and God knows he did most of the healing anyway. Last week alone he’d cured a five-year-old’s broken leg, lessened the pain of a dying grandparent, and helped a healing cancer survivor grow her hair back. It had sapped all his strength, left him bedridden for nearly thirteen hours, Namjoon fretting at his bedside and Yoongi yelling at him to stop worrying because he would awaken at exactly 8:35 PM.

He’d sworn to Seokjin that he would take it easy this week, after the older boy had given him one of his lingering looks. It was unfair of him to use his power on Hoseok, but he supposed Seokjin thought he wouldn’t listen to him otherwise.

The girl waved goodbye to the intern, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, and turned in Hoseok’s direction. He busied himself at the computer, updating a patient’s chart.

“Do you know where I can find a bathroom on this floor?” She came up to the counter barring off the nurses’ station and placed her head in her hands, her elbows resting against the counter. Hoseok wondered how she could manage to look so precious so casually. “I came up to visit my mom in her office, but I got a little distracted.” She blushed at her own words and Hoseok remembered the way she looked at the intern.

He pointed behind him, to the hall to his right. “This way.”

She straightened, her face already brightening to a smile. He saw on her shirt, a frilly thing that looked like it belonged on a doll, a name tag from the gift shop downstairs. “Thank you,” she lilted, her voice sweet and small. She beamed, looking like she’d just had the conversation of her life with him.

Hoseok watched her walk off, her gait light and dreamy like a child’s. She looked fragile, like she needed to be taken care of.

But he was a healer. It was why he’d never been sick growing up, why Jimin had always screamed his name growing up whenever he got a bruise, why he’d gone into nursing in the first place.

That was why he wanted to care for her, he told himself, even over the pounding of his heart.

You floated down the hall, enchanted. If you’d known your mother worked near him, you would’ve visited her sooner.

Still, the interaction had been enough to paste a smile on your face.

She’d gotten you the job at the gift shop. After seeing how little your interest was in figuring out your future, she thought at least you should make some money. So you’d started manning the small shop singlehandedly. Hardly anyone came in and your free hours were spent daydreaming, staring out the glass windows of the shop at the passersby and inventing stories for them.

He was The Prince. That was what you’d named him after seeing him walk by, his stride hurried as he rushed to the elevators. He had a soft beauty despite all the hard angles of his face. His lips held tension you couldn’t quite figure out and the set of his brow was in a state of constant worry. You imagined the stress of a kingdom was what weighed on him. The happiness of his people in peril, the future of his land, all on his shoulders.

You hadn’t expected to see him there, seated at the computer, looking somehow smaller and less certain. You’d run through a million things to say to him, trying to determine what would be wittier, sweeter.

“You must be Dr. ______’s daughter,” the intern had said, stopping you in your tracks. “You look just like her.”

You’d indulged him, listening to blather on about how he knew your mom and how much he appreciated her as his attending. Glancing over to make sure he hadn’t left, you practiced out your smiles on the intern, hoping The Prince would see.

When the intern had finally finally let you go, your mind had blanked. What would you say to him? What would look natural now? All your conversation starters had meant to be casual but there was no way to be casual after you’d been eyeing him for five minutes.

By the time you reached him all you could think to do was to say something—anything—to hold you in place long enough to read his name tag.

Jung Hoseok.

It was a princely name.

He should’ve gone straight home. He’d promised Seokjin he would help him make dinner, Namjoon would be home late because of parent teacher conferences, and he was the only one that could get Yoongi to look away from his computer long enough to take a bath and join them to eat.

But the girl had lodged herself in his brain. When he leafed through charts, he thought of her. When he handed a lollipop to a boy with a sprained wrist, he thought of her. When Nurse Kim from the NICU came over to flirt with him during her break, he thought of her.

So after he’d clocked out, waved goodbye to the incoming nightshift nurses, and gathered his things from the lounge, he stopped by the gift shop.

Only it was closed.

The lights were off and the sign had been turned and his heart sunk no matter how firmly he told himself that he did not like this girl.

He spun on his heel to head out, already chastising himself for fantasizing, when the door opened.

She noticed him immediately, her face turning like a dimmer, brightening by increments as she realized that he’d come to see her. She must smile at everyone that way, he thought. It was the only way he could explain her sweetness to a complete stranger.

“Hi,” she said, and he realized her voice somehow always sounded like a song. Even earlier when all she’d done was ask him where the bathroom was. He wondered idly if she was a venus like Seokjin. It would explain why he felt drawn to her, why she had awakened that odd protectiveness in him.

“Hi,” he replied. He smiled and looked at her expectant face, realizing too late he didn’t have a reason for coming to see her. He scrambled. “I’d been hoping to buy flowers for a patient.”

“Oh.” Her brows raised and she blinked in surprise. She was doll-like, everything exaggerated and dulcet. “I can open up for a minute longer.” She turned to unlock the door again, digging in her purse for the keys she’d already stashed. Her finger caught on something and she yanked it out, putting it to her mouth. She grimaced, looking real and more human for a moment. “Papercut.”

He shook his head. “That’s okay. I can come by tomorrow.”

She grinned, dropping her finger, then spotted his bag. “Are you heading home?”

“Yeah, I’ll walk you out.” He eyed her cut and reached out a hand. “I’m Hoseok, by the way.”

“Y/N,” she offered. He brushed his thumb over the cut as he pulled his hand back, watching the knit in her brow relax as the stinging subsided. “It’s nice to meet you, Hoseok.”

So he was a healer, then.

It made sense, the way he devoted himself to his job, the burden he made himself carry. Healers were always like that, always trying to heal everyone and everything and feeling guilty if they didn’t.

You were mad at yourself for not picking up on it earlier, but it was hard to sense others if they weren’t your kind. You could spot a charmer from a mile away, feel the energy vibrating off them before you could even see them, but others were harder, trickier.

You weren’t certain how to bring it up without seeming weird, so you opted to show him instead. Grabbing the protein bar wrapper from breakfast out of your purse, you held it in your palm for him to see as the two of you walked. It unfolded, turning matte, and bleaching itself out to a pure white. You reached for a pen from the bottom of your bag and scribbled your number on the fresh paper, holding it out for him to take.

He stared, stopping mid-step as he saw the paper start to shift and his expression stayed unreadable as he took the sheet from you. “You’re a charmer?”

You nodded, feeling the charm you’d placed on your shirt wear off. It was the one that made you dreamy and fuzzy, the one that made people trip over themselves to care for you, to baby you.

His brow furrowed, finally seeing you as you were. “Who’s your coven?”

“Haven’t joined one yet.”

His eyes widened and you tried not to be injured by his shock. It was true someone your age should’ve joined a coven by now, but it was hard when you didn’t have a job or a life plan and still lived at home. “It’s late out,” he said, his voice notably softer. “I should walk you home.”

You stared at him, wondering how he could still be so nurturing to you after the spell had worn off. There was nothing shielding you now, it was just you, fully imperfect. “You don’t have to.”

He smiled, one that rivaled your own under the charm, and your breath caught. “I’d like to.”

Even with the charm worn off, Hoseok couldn’t help feeling protective. Except that wasn’t quite the right word for it. The pang in his chest that told him to draw nearer to her, that made him want to keep looking at her, that caused his body to hum with the urge to touch her. All of it was…possessive. He was possessive.

He wanted her, despite his best efforts to keep himself indifferent, and there was something freeing about knowing that for certain.

But what was he supposed to do now? What if she was just using another charm? A love spell, like the ones Jimin used, but stronger. Or what if she didn’t have a coven because she was a hunter and she was just using him to draw out his coven?

He could ask her out. He had a day off coming up soon and he could take her out to lunch and get to know her. Or he could never talk to her again. Crumple up the paper she’d given him and forget she exists.

She looked over at him, her eyes trusting and her smile small and self-conscious now with the loss of her spell, and he knew what he would do now.

He would walk her home.

#btssunshinenet #jung hoseok #jhope #bts #hoseok #hoseok fluff #jhope fluff #bts fluff #jhope imagines #jhope scenarios #hoseok imagines #hoseok scenarios #bts imagines #bts scenarios #also hobs sister just posted pics of him and my heart jumped #i love him so much

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akagoddammit · 7 years

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AKA Letter || Solo

summary: jessica writes a letter to trish

trigger warnings: death (obvs), implied past abuse, suicidal ideation, nothing graphic

trish,

you goddamn promised. you swore i wouldnt lose you.

but i guess we’ve broken a lot of promises to each other over the years. like when we were sixteen, and i promised i wouldnt let your mom find out about that party you threw when she was gone. but at least then i was there. i stopped her. kept you safe.

im sorry. christ, trish, im so goddamn sorry. and if you could actually read this stupid bullshit pointless letter, you’d tell me i have nothing to be sorry for. but i do. i heard it, i heard you say my name, and i wasn’t there. i wasn’t there to be the hero you wanted me to be. the hero you always thought i could be.

idk if i can. idk if ‘heroes’ are supposed to write letters like this on a legal pad, with hands that wont stop shaking. (idk if thats bc i havent had a drink since that night or if its... shit.) idk if heroes are supposed to be this goddamn screwed up. you werent. whatever you mightve thought. i know you, i know you still thought you’d never be good enough, that you never quite got her voice out of your head (i know how hard that is, too, how loud they can be). i know you wanted to save all those girls, all those people suffering and lost, because you were still so ashamed of what you went through. but it wasnt your fault. it never was.

i dont think i told you that enough. idk if a thousand times wouldve been enough, bc jesus, how many times did you tell me reva wasn’t my fault? that hope wasn’t? or ruben or wendy or his parents, or him. and i never believed you. i didnt listen. you were trying to pull me out of the water, but i was too busy drowning myself in goddamn pity.

christ, i still am. but im trying, trish. i really am. im sorry, sorry i was too -- whatever, stubborn or stupid or blind, sorry i didnt do this earlier. im not drinking anymore. trying not to. i know it bugged you, but we didn’t talk about it. i used to downplay it around you, believe it or not. i didnt want you to know what a goddamn mess i was.

you probably did anyway. you knew everything about me, even when i couldnt say. christ, theres so much i didnt say. so much i didnt say enough.

i love you.

im proud of you.

i missed you too, all those months you were missing me.

you were my hero.

you still are.

i googled this twelve steps shit. i didnt remember them from when you used to go. but this one, this thing about a ‘higher power?’ thats one ive always had an issue with. but this one site, it said a higher power doesnt have to mean god. it can mean ‘recovery itself’ or the meeting, or your support system -- whatever you need it to mean.

my higher power is you, trish. it always has been. i ask myself all the time, what would trish do? you were always so much better than i was, better at comforting people, better at being a person. hell, you were a better hero than i was too. you had the heart for it. you believed in it, more than i ever did.

but you believed in me, too. and thats going to have to be enough, at least for now. bc im gonna be the hero you wanted me to be. im really gonna do it. im not wearing the stupid costume, i still say jewel is a stripper’s name... but im gonna do it. shit, i might even use the name. just for you.

im gonna find who did this to you. and im gonna do what you wouldve done -- im gonna do it right. im gonna make it right, trish. you deserve that. you deserve so much more.

you know the one thing i never told you, about kilgrave? (his name isnt so goddamn terrifying in my head anymore. his ghost doesnt even goddamn matter.) he got me pregnant. right before the bus crash. i didnt even know at first, but i figured it out. and i took care of it myself, made the appointment, because i couldnt look you in the eye and tell you about it. i’ve never told anyone, but i especially couldnt tell you. bc i know somehow, you would’ve found a way to make even that okay, you probably wouldnt have even been mad that i lied to you about why i was so goddamn sick back then. you always knew exactly what to say. im gonna miss that.

im gonna miss a lot of shit.

i used to think those street names, main street, birch street, higgins drive, cobalt lane, that those were the only happy memories i had left. but they weren’t. i had you, too. sitting on your couch and throwing popcorn at the screen. growing up with you, breaking god knows how many of your hair brushes. the way you used to look at me whenever i showed up on your balcony. that little smile like you were trying to be annoyed, but you really goddamn weren’t. the way we used to pretend id eventually buy you dinner one day. how you kept fixing my door, even though it’d just be broken again two weeks later. listening to you on the radio. falling asleep on the couch, in the middle of gone girl for the thousandth time.

i’d give anything to watch it one more time with you. i’d stay awake the entire goddamn time.

but that’s just what if, if only. and i know how pointless that game is.

thanks for trying to put me back together. for never giving up on me, for always giving me whatever i asked for. for being there, that night on the docks. for driving me around in your car and not caring when i bled on the seats. for wrapping my ribs and tucking me in on your couch, and for never letting me throw my life away completely.

thanks for being the best goddamn sister i could’ve asked for.

i love you.

im still pissed that you died, but i love you. so much.

maybe i’ll even take your other bit of advice sometime. maybe after this is done, i’ll let myself be happy. it’s hard to imagine that without you. you should be here for it.

your sister,

jessica jones

#rebuildtask3 #aka task #aka self

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naomi-lafleur · 7 years

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A Series of Unfortunate Dates

A/N: School has been a pain in the butt lately. That’s my excuse for this fic. @viola-smithin We shall write that wonderful story one day ;) Mention of @aileen-hollingsworth @niara-aldaine @haidenschreave Sorry I changed the order of some messages bc I had the whole thing written and it’d take a lot of time to change all of it.

Yeh sorry about Friday. We’ve been holding that in for weeks and we broke (just like how Naomi did)

I woke to the sound of water droplets gently tapping the window. I was taken aback when I encountered a tray full of needles beside my bed. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck my shoulder. Memories of guns and ukuleles started flooding back into my mind. My heart started beating faster and faster as I pieced all the information together. How long was I out for?

I heard a soft humming coming towards me. The door slightly cracked open for a moment and a nurse walked in. I stared at her as she swiftly strolled right past me. After a five second delay, she turned around in awe. “Lady Naomi! You’re finally awake! Everyone has been worried sick about you.” Before I had a chance to respond, she ran out the door, calling for a doctor. Turns out that I had been in a coma for a week after Felix brought me to the hospital wing.

I was bedridden for another few days after I woke up. My arm was feeling much better than it had previously. Another round of elimination had gone by so fast. I received the news that Niara, Adriana, and Delphi had been let go from Aileen, who was visiting. We screamed (of joy) at each other for what felt like hours after revealing her dirty secret. Smh why didn’t she tell me earlier?

That little carrot stick. At least one of us would be royal.

I got up early in the morning and hobbled to Niara’s room to say our farewells. It was quite an emotional morning. Eager for some fresh air, I headed to the roof with my sketchbook.

Finally some peace and quiet. I leaned against the ledge and started drawing the flock of birds in the sky

How am I still here? Hadn’t I already been rejected? … Don’t worry, Naomi. You still have a chance in this!

So, date ideas…. I could bring him up to the roof and watch the sunset. Bleh, too cheesy.

I had really been longing to leave the palace. Maybe go into town? Imagine all the people swarming around you guys for the whole day. Okay, scratch that idea.

I glanced up for a second and noticed a chickadee that landed right in front of me. It reminded me of home, which was just what I needed to cheer me up. After a while of thinking, I checked my watch.

Already 1PM? Maybe I could catch Haiden right now and have our date.

Luckily, I found him in the hallways just as I was heading to the kitchen. “Hey Haiden! Are you free at the moment?”

“Namoi Laflour. Of course I am. What’s up?“

“Well, I’m taking you to the beach today, so change into some comfy clothes and meet me by the door in 15 minutes,” I said confidently.

“Um, okay.” He got changed and met me downstairs a while later.

“It’s so weird not seeing you in a suit and tie.”

He shrugged. “Weird good or weird bad?”

“Definitely weird good.”

“Well, I’m flattered”

“I like the casual look. You should do it more often,” I said grinning. “Okay, we should head out now.”

“Okay, uh, so what gave you this idea?”

Ah, I see we’re back at the awkward phase.

“Well awhile ago, me and some of the selected were planning on running off to the beach, but we never got around to it and now all of them are gone. So I thought, who do I know that owes me a date and would enjoy a relaxing vacation?”

“I don’t know about enjoy, but I’ll do it.” He said with a laugh, as if he wasn’t being negative and ruining my spirit.

I sighed deeply, frustrated already, within the first few minutes of the date. “Do you have to do that? I just wanted to do something fun before you send me home because you obviously can’t stand me.”

“What, I… What?”

Come on.

“You just give off the feeling, Haiden.”

“That I can’t stand you? How’d I give off that feeling? Was keeping you here not a tell-tale sign that I like you?”

Well, you rejected me a while ago… I think that says a lot. Aren’t I still here because it couldn’t be the final two?

I glanced at the distance, doing anything I could to avoid his gaze “You just seem very… distant. I don’t know.”

“You should be more confident in yourself. No one could possibly hate you.” He said, like it sounded easy.

Be more confident, Naomi. Always be happy, Naomi. Do this, be that… What if I can’t? What if I’m already broken on the inside? What if I go insane one day? What if… I can’t take it one day and I do something I’ll regret?

Softly I replied. “Maybe not other people, but definitely myself.”

“Naomi…” he begins.

I gave a deep sigh, wiped the tear that was forming in my eye, and did what I was always raised to do. Apologize. “Sorry for ruining the mood… This may be our last date, so let’s just have a fun day at the beach, alright?”

In return, I got an awkward, wary look. “Works for me. Let’s go.”

See, Naomi? Haiden doesn’t care. He just wants The Selection to end and run off with Sophie. Leave you in the dirt, where you belong.

“Okay, off to the beach we go then.”

More awkward silence. Why did you ruin this? Can I just wallow in a hole? Is it too early to head off to my ranch with my army of Japanse Russian ninja cow children?

“So, uh… you come here often?”

“Well.. seeing as before this I’ve never been to Angeles, I’ve got to go with no, I don’t come here often.” I grinned.

“Yeah, that sounded like a cheesy pickup line. You’d think I’d be better at this by now”

“Yeah, I would think you’d at least have some grate pick up lines by now… Grate… Get it? Like a cheese grater? Haha I’m pretty bad at jokes, not going to lie.”

“You’re bad at jokes, I’m bad at pick-up lines. Guess we’re even”

“It��s the perfect match”

“Definitely”

We ended up heading off to the beach, making small conversation the entire way, like we had just met. Everything was painfully awkward.

“C'mon, let’s build a sandcastle,” I said, trying to distract myself from the hypnotic ocean. He agreed even though didn’t seem all that thrilled.

“God, it’s been forever since I was here”

“When’s the last time you came?”

“When I was little. I was never one for Sandy fun and salt water.”

“I don’t get to go to the beach often, living in Waverly.”

He shrugged. “It’s overrated. I mean, who even enjoys sand? It’s course and rough and it gets everywhere.”

“You don’t seem to like anything. Not sand, not me, not even the water.”

“I never said I didn’t like you. I do like you.”

Nice joke.

“Do you like me enough?”

“Enough for what?”

“Just… Am I good enough for you?”

Haiden looked directly at my eyes and shook his head. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not something that I can look at and give a grade or rating to. And whether or not I choose you isn’t a measure of your self-worth, Naomi. Remember, boys are trashbags.”

“You should be a counselor,” I said as I hugged him.

“A trashbag counselor”

“So, um… How is your family holding up?” I asked. Despite the depressing mood I still wanted to be a good friend and be there, after all his mother had just been brutally assassinated by his psycho ex girlfriend, and a girl once known as my friend.

“Well, we’re doing as well as can be, I guess.” He said, looking off, being distant again.

Such an interesting conversation.

After that we were quiet, sitting, soaking in the sad atmosphere we had created. It felt like I was drowning in sappy backstory.

The beach was surprisingly empty on such a nice day. I had to wonder if some calls were made to ensure safety or whatever, clear off the beach, just had it be us.

That would be so romantic if it weren’t because his mom had died.

I went out to where the waves were crashing against the beach, took my shoes off, hiked up my skirt a bit, and felt the cool water touch my feet. It felt so nice that I just wanted to be engulfed by the cold water, and be swept away with the current, but I knew if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to have my ranch, and I wasn’t about to give up all my life dreams to become an ocean goddess. I could stick to being a meme queen for now.

As I was standing in the water, feeling the waves crash over my ankles which were showing (so scandalous), Haiden joined me, and we had a sort of therapeutic experience of just letting our legs be soaked. It was oddly calming, I now understood why people found the ocean a nice place to clear your mind because as I stood there with my feet in the water, overlooking the horizon, I felt everything that seemed so confusing and difficult to understand fade away.

I must’ve stood there for at least half an hour before Haiden led me away, telling me my feet would fall off from the cold, I realized the ocean didn’t have the same effect on Haiden as it did me.

He thinks I’m crazy. Who am I kidding at this point? I am crazy. Everyone knows it, Naomi, you’re the weird girl again, just like back home. The weirdo obsessed with cows, or fire, or almonds. They’ll all leave you… One by one. Just like always. He doesn’t want to spend time with you. Why would he? You’re nothing but a freak and a crazy girl. You’re worthless. A piece of trash, waiting to be thrown out.

I tried to build up another sandcastle, and the outcome ended up looking like how I felt. A pile of lumpy sand thrown together, trying to look put together. Needless to say, it wasn’t cute.

I got so frustrated with my lack of ability to make a sandcastle that I smooshed it and insisted we just leave. Rage was filling my soul and I needed to be alone so I could get rid of it effectively, rather than squishing sand castles and punching something.

Haiden was able to call back the car and we left immediately. The beach date had been an utter disaster. My feet, still wet and sandy, pulled into the car and we drove off. I didn’t even bother trying to grab my shoes, they would be a nice present for whoever came to that beach next.

I was so angry that I just wanted to cry or react in some way to get that pushing feeling out of my chest.

Mila or Sophie would make a much better queen. Haiden actually likes them. You’re here out of pity. If Cressida hadn’t assassinated his mother, she would be here instead of you.

My head couldn’t seem to shut up, spouting insults at me like there was no tomorrow. There was a battle going on inside my one being. If Haiden had noticed this happening, he didn’t make any indication he knew.

The car pulled up to the palace and I felt a rush of relief knowing I would be able to burn something soon. Before I was able to get out of the car and start sprinting to my room, Haiden grabbed my hand.

“Are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself today.”

I laughed bitterly. “People can’t be happy all the time Haiden, you should know that better than anyone.” And with that I flung open the door, not bothering to wait for the chauffeur and made a b line for the front door.

How do I get to my room? How long have I been here, yet I still didn’t know how to make it to my own room. God Naomi, you’re pathetic. This is not the time to be clueless! You’re trying to make a dramatic exit and storm out of here.

I turned left once and then right twice and then I realized I was lost and couldn’t take it anymore. I stopped where I was, in the middle of an empty hallway and sunk to the floor, crying. I couldn’t take it anymore. All the anger, all the depressing thoughts, and sadness I bottled up since coming to the palace… since papa died, spilled out of me all at once.

You aren’t good enough. You’re never good enough, you’ll never be. Why. WHY CAN’T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT? It’s your fault papa died and it’s your fault Queen Alize died. It’s all your fault! Why can’t you be normal? Why… must you exist?

Amidst my sobbing I hadn’t noticed footsteps coming closer to me.

“Naomi?” I heard the familiar voice say.

Oh God, this is exactly what I was trying to avoid. Could I lie my way out? I just got a letter saying my cat died. He probably won’t even know it’s a lie. I don’t even have a cat. Why would he bother knowing that about me?

“No, my name is Namoi. Naomi is busy at the moment. Y-You could leave a message.” I said, not trying to stop the tears from falling but rather trying to hide them.

“Is that so?” He said, amused with my antics.

“Yeah, actually I should probably go find her now. Nice seeing you again.” I said, trying to push past him before he stopped me in my tracks.

“Wait, just… just wait.” He said as if I had a choice of leaving while he was holding my arm.

“What?” I said begrudgingly. Why didn’t he understand I just wanted to be left alone. If he was allowed to deal with his issues alone, then so was I.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I said, tears still flowing down my face.

Aurora is going to be so angry that you ruined her nice makeup. Why do you ruin everything in your vicinity?

“Naomi.” He said sternly.

I broke. I was tired of trying to be the goody two shoes. I was tired of everyone stepping all over me like I was worthless. I was tired… of letting everyone think I was fine with everything. That I don’t get upset. That I don’t care. News flash, I do. After all, I am human. (No, yer a witch, Naomi HA Shut up Vivian)

“It’s… It’s just been a bad day.” I said in between sobs. “My cat just died.” I said as an afterthought.

“When did you get a cat?” Haiden asked, which I responded to by sobbing harder.

“I-I got him… before I came to the palace.” Haiden didn’t question my any further, instead pulled me in for a hug, letting all my tears drain out of my face.

After I finished crying, I wiped my eyes once again, pulled away from Haiden.

“I need to tell you something.” I said after a bit of standing and cleaning my face up. Surely I had mascara all down my cheeks.

“What?”

“I don’t have a cat.”

“I know.”

I nodded, laughing, despite the mood.

“Hey Naomi, what you said about not being happy all the time. What did you mean?”

“Sometimes I just feel like I always have to be the happy person people think I am. It’s stupid but-” I was interrupted.

“It’s not stupid.”

“Thanks.”

“And it’s fine to have bad days, but please don’t just go about them without telling someone, okay?” I nodded, wondering if he was speaking from experience, but not wanting to pry.

“I won’t, thanks Haiden.” I look up and stare at him, wondering whether or not I should tell him about the incident that has been bothering me. “Haiden… I-I need to tell you something. I’ve been bottling up everything bad that has happened to me since… god knows how long… a-and,” I feel the tear forming in eye. ”I just broke.”

I paused for a second, contemplating whether or not I should continue.

“You should know that… that day of the first attack,” I paused again. “I-I saw Cressida. I thought I was hallucinating b-but I wasn’t. I could’ve saved Queen Alizé… I could’ve prevented this whole damn situation… but I didn’t, and I can never, ever, ever, forgive myself for that. Kick me out now if you want to… this has just been eating me up and I’m sorry for everything.”

The tear rolls down my cheek as my mind throws every insult it could think of at me. He stares at me silently for a moment before he wraps his arms around me.

“There are a lot of things we regret in life. There are a lot of things we wish we could change. Don’t… don’t worry about it.”

This makes me sob even harder for some reason. It was an unpleasant sight to see. Realizing that I was bawling into his arms, I calmed myself down and apologized a million more times.

“I-It’s alright. Just… Don’t beat yourself up over this, Naomi.”

“I’ll try not to…” There was a long moment of silence. “Now, I think I should go and find Naomi, don’t you think?” I said, trying to lift up this depressing mood and referencing the lame excuse I tried to use earlier.

“Go ahead, Namoi.” I laughed and started walking before again realizing I was lost. How could I have forgotten?

“Hey Haiden.”

“Yeah.”

“…I don’t exactly know how to get to my room from here.”

He laughed and led the way.

Today was a bad day…. but I’ll be okay.

CRACK FIC TIMEEEEEEEE by: @niara-aldaine @viola-smithin and moi

I sincerely apologize for this

You ruined it Naomi, again. Why do you always have to do this? Why do you mess up everything you touch? Remember that expensive ass lamp that grandma gave us? WELL, YOU BROKE THAT SHIT TOO BLOODY HELL M8

(I’m tempted to say trash but i cant) GARBAE LIKE GARBAGE BAE

IM A GENIUS

YOU NEVER CEASE TO AMAZE ME

GARBAE

BAE WHO IS GARBAGE

CALL URBAN DICTIONARY

START A NEW TREND

I FORGOT ABOUT HAIDEN CUZ LORD KNOWS THAT BITCH IS CONFUSING. I SAY HE’S DISTANT HE SAYS WHAT??? THEN IGNORED ME FOR 4 MILLION YEARS AND THEN EATS MY FUCKING EAR. WHAT THE HELL?

I hadn’t realized but at some point in my contemplation of becoming a salty Barbie ocean goddess who can fucking salsa like SHAKIRA SHAKIRA with a 70’s headband, Haiden the fat-hoed 6-toed shark ass pork nibbler, snuck up behind me and SWALLOWED MY FUCKING EAR. WHAT THE HELL DUDE. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT TO A PERSON, MUCH LESS A PERSON THAT CAN FUCKING SALSA LIKE SHAKIRA SHAKIRA WITH A 70’S HEADBAND, THAT IS NOT OK, BROCHACHO. I MEAN, I CAN FUCKING SALSA DUDE. I decided that Haiden needed a bag of fucking Doritos to calm his titties down and a good hair shave. His hormones were WAY out of control. Why didn’t I win then? Maybe he liked someone mild and bland, just like himself. But then again, it wasn’t MY fucking fault that Haiden, the guacamole egghead whisk couldn’t handle such SPICYNESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. I mean, I am pretty caliente.

After I managed to get my slobbered on ear back because Niara was very generous and blasted his stomach open with nuclear rice bombs made in Japananananan, I got to a professional donkey egghead whisk hospital and the very caliente police arrested Haiden for being a hormonic teenager nutzo who only guacamoled. He couldn’t calm his saggy raging titties so then Niara also blasted those off for him. Then I became the default queen because me la died from some mysterious reasons (cough Russians) and sophie went to the mountains. All was well. I invited a cow named Hachangchangchang to the redecorated Pepe meme palace to rule alongside me on SHAKIRA SHAKIRA thrones, at which point we had 50 japanse RUSSIAN kids all starting with the letter B. My favorite twins were BABANGBANG and BABANGBANGBANG. Viola and her girlfriend Sofika changed their names to Kakangkang and SHAKIRA SHAKIRA because they loved me that much. The oldest of them, KeekeeKomKikKokKeKikKokKakKue (Try saying that 5 times) took over and ruled with a fair hand full of chicken nuggets (all organic, courtesy of Mika Vladmska, the rice farmer) and her husband, Steve. (No one better fucking eat him this time, MULA) It was a peaceful rule (when Niara wasn’t bombing all the countries with her faithful pet polar bear, Dorito Nachos, and that dude, Feliz Navidad). All was good, all was right.

We pulled a Abby Schreave

“Thanks, now I’m gonna GO NIBBLE ON AN EAR LATER LOSER” THEN I STOLE HIS EAR AND RAN OFF MUAHHAAHHAHAHA FABULOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

ALL DONE ENDO WHOPPPIE THIS IS SOME GOOD QUALITY CRAP.

Dr Phil voice: “You’ve got a problem”

#selectionoc #i apologize for this #naomi #vivian #crack fic

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