#dakotas decoding

[sweet--toothed]

Hey. Might was well make an intro ig.

I'm your local decoder 👍 I decode stuff from the pjsk vitamin blogs.

Feel free to talk to me !!! I love yapping !!!!!!!!

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Other things:

I LOVE POKEMON SM !!!! GRAHH !!!!! Also currently playing isat!

I also like a million other things. Too many to list tbh.

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Decodings will be tagged with #dakotas decoding

Regular posts + chatting will be tagged with #dakota is a professional yapper

Vent posts will be tagged #dakotas not feeling so wonderhoy

Most vents will be under the cut 👍

[sweet--toothed]

Finally got this shit oh my fucking god

Translates to: BJO THATS GAY AS BALLLS DUDE

I’m sorry for my absence but I came to say one more thing, I love your hair it’s as deep as obsidian and I love you one day we’ll meet. Maybe soon. I’ll never leave you alone and I’ll always be here. Just look outside your window and you’ll see we can have a future together.

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[our-tale]

Dakota's Bio

Firstly, Dakota is not the sans in the au they current occupy, it can be argued if they are a true sans. History: Originally they were the result of experiments by the Gaster from the au they were from. They were created under orders from the King and Queen for the royal scientist to create a way past the barrier to the surface and take on human kind. In this mission Gaster tried to explored not only making a key past the barrier but also transverse other possible AUs. Over decades of cruel and ruthless experimentation, Gaster finally managed to create an artificial soul. Unfortunately, the soul he created was a kind soul. It showed intelligence but no will to fight, even despite the doctor's effort to provoke them. Still Gaster refused to accept failure, thus they were subjected to horrors as they were experimented on, isolated, treated as a thing rather then a person as they were taken apart and put together over and over again. Gaster could only be so determined, he realized that he was not making progress. The subject was not showing no signs of advance magic nor even a will to kill. Considered a failure Gaster scheduled to terminate the subject. Only when he went to do the deed, he found the cage door had been ripped open and the subject was gone. In PR's AU no one knows where Dakota came from, they sorta popped into existence on day following PR around. Notes:

Despite Gaster's observations, Dakota has strong magic that if harness properly they could do incredible things... They are inexperienced and clumsy with their out put.

Due to their body and high magic, sugar is super effective and makes them hyperactive and harder to control their magic. But the bigger then are the harder they fall. They get very sick.

They like to go to the trash pile to find things they can tinker with. They manage to get a lot old tech to work.

They have a powerful soul that is able to retain a trait color. But they are a glass cannon sort of build- one that doesn't even know how to use their abilities. This can cause issues like teleporting in the wrong spot (Maybe another AU??)

They kinda read souls like a Judge should but they also can pick un on emotions of others, not that it is easy to decode. Emotions like color not everyone's sadness is the same shade for example. Dakota's Playlist:

[tarmac-rat]

7 and 18 for choosing violence >:3

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Politely, Mitch. For the life of me, I cannot understand why people go gaga over Mitch, and the fact that this one side character pretty much singlehandedly caused a massive schism in the game's early fandom is something that I still struggle to wrap my head around. I understand people get attached to characters that don't get a ton of screen time, but I have seen very few characters upend an entire fanbase with so little to work with more than Mitch Anderson. I don't hate him from a character perspective, but I do kinda hate what he represents-- it's telling that I don't reblog a lot of images/fanart of him.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

Character-wise: Dakota Smith. The coolest, chillest, don't-give-a-fuckiest fixer of all time. Owns a garage complex like 10 miles outside of Night City. Her friends call her "The Mad Coyote". Intensely principled and petty as all hell. Fucks with the Aldecaldos but only on the weekends. Of all the fixers she's probably the most ignored by the fandom, but if you think about it from just a geography perspective, she runs the widest territory of all fixers and probably has massive amount of political power the game never really touches on, particularly with Millitech.

Plot/Setting-wise: V quite literally has all the blueprints for the Relic and it's documentation just sitting in their pocket ready for decoding and never does a goddamn thing about it-- to the point I'm actually making it a plot point in my fix-it if I ever get around to it. They saw the entire build instructions and project documentation of the thing that's killing them, hit ONE firewall, was like 'eh, guess this is useless, then' and then never touched it for the rest of the game.

[sweet--toothed]

Image/text: Please remember to drink water!

Today's Vitamin Kohane is from Lemonade Break ♪

However, I think she has something she needs to say to you? A warning or omen, perhaps?

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[sweet--toothed]

Dakota can I make a Decoding account to help you.. or do you want it to be just a you thing..

Um. I don't really care? Go for it ig if you want

[daily-vitamin-touya]

Dakota? Decoding MY stuff?

IM SO HAPPY NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!

[whartonists]

Sara Rivers Cofield was on her usual search for interesting period clothing about a decade ago when she noticed what appeared to be a “textbook” silk bustle dress from the 1800s at an antique mall in Maine. The bronze-colored dress was in good condition, with a draped skirt, puffy bustle, and metal buttons that appeared to depict a Shakespearean motif. Ms. Rivers Cofield, an archaeologist, bought it for $100. Little did she know that the garment also contained a mystery: A secret pocket with a cryptic note. Part of the message, written on two, scrunched-up translucent sheets of paper, read: “Bismark Omit leafage buck bank / Paul Ramify loamy event false new event.”

Full text under the cut.

Sara Rivers Cofield was on her usual search for interesting period clothing about a decade ago when she noticed what appeared to be a “textbook” silk bustle dress from the 1800s at an antique mall in Maine.

The bronze-colored dress was in good condition, with a draped skirt, puffy bustle, and metal buttons that appeared to depict a Shakespearean motif. Ms. Rivers Cofield, an archaeologist, bought it for $100. Little did she know that the garment also contained a mystery: A secret pocket with a cryptic note.

Part of the message, written on two, scrunched-up translucent sheets of paper, read: “Bismark Omit leafage buck bank / Paul Ramify loamy event false new event.”

Ms. Rivers Cofield was baffled. Was it a writing exercise? A list? A code? “What the…?,” she wrote on her blog in 2014. “I’m putting it up here in case there’s some decoding prodigy out there looking for a project.”

Wayne Chan, a data analyst at the University of Manitoba, finally cracked the case. The note, he wrote in a recent study, contained codes used to telegraph condensed weather observations for stations in the United States and Canada in 1888. Each message started with a station location, followed by code words for temperature and pressure, dew point, precipitation and wind direction, cloud observations, wind velocity and sunset observations, Mr. Chan wrote.

“For the first time in history, observations from distant locations could be rapidly disseminated, collated, and analyzed to provide a synopsis of the state of weather across an entire nation,” he added. Those observations, however, needed to be condensed — just like other telegrams — into codes.

Mr. Chan’s findings brought resolve to a community of online sleuths who for years had speculated whether the owner of the dress was a spy, a romantic sending coded love notes, or a risk-taker engaged in illegal gambling. One cryptologist declared it among the “top 50 unsolved encrypted messages”; another wrote that even the most “voracious code-breaking teeth” had been unable to decipher the messages, which came to be known as the “Silk Dress cryptogram.”

Mr. Chan, the analyst, said in an interview that he first worked on the code in the summer of 2018, but gave up after a few months without getting anywhere. At the end of 2022, he revisited it, poring over some 170 telegraphic code books in an attempt to find the answer, to no avail. Another book, with a section detailing signals used by the U.S. Army Signal Corps, seemed to contain examples similar to the note found in the dress. After further research, he was finally able to decode it.

And, lo and behold, it was a weather report.

“When I first thought I cracked it, I did feel really excited,” Mr. Chan said, noting that it took a while to build enough evidence to confirm his theory was correct. “It is probably one of the most complex telegraphic codes that I’ve ever seen,” he said.

For example, “Bismark Omit leafage buck bank,” indicated the reading was taken at Bismarck station, in the Dakota Territory. “Omit” was for an air temperature of 56 degrees and pressure of 0.08 inches of mercury, though the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration has said the true reading could have been higher. “Leafage” for a dew point of 32 degrees, observed at 10 p.m. “Buck,” clear weather, with no precipitation and a northerly wind. “Bank,” a wind velocity of 12 miles per hour, and a clear sunset.

Old maps helped Mr. Chan figure out the exact date of the observations: May 27, 1888.

Some mysteries surrounding the dress, however, remain — including who owned it, and why she would have had weather codes stuffed in a secret pocket.

“It’s tantalizing,” said Ms. Rivers Cofield, who found the dress, noting that a name, “Bennet,” was written on a paper tag stitched into the garment.

“Presumably, whoever did that is the last person who owned the dress, and presumably, the last person who owned the dress,” she added, “put the code in the pocket.”

[sweet--toothed]

Translates to:

have you gotten lost?

are you allowed back there?

are you alright?

are you alright?

are you alright?

are you alright?

are you alright?

there isn't a lot of time left, but enjoy what you have right now.

its so awesome how welcoming and friendly all the other pharmacies are. I love talking to everyone every day, it gets so boring around here sometimes!!! I feel lonely during work hours... and the pharmacy never really closes... I never see the other employee either :/ she's always busy in the back. so, thank you everyone, for being super nice and welcoming, and for talking to me every day :)

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[sarkos]

The bronze-colored dress was in good condition, with a draped skirt, puffy bustle, and metal buttons that appeared to depict a Shakespearean motif. Ms. Rivers Cofield, an archaeologist, bought it for $100. Little did she know that the garment also contained a mystery: A secret pocket with a cryptic note. Part of the message, written on two, scrunched-up translucent sheets of paper, read: “Bismark Omit leafage buck bank / Paul Ramify loamy event false new event.” Ms. Rivers Cofield was baffled. Was it a writing exercise? A list? A code? “What the…?,” she wrote on her blog in 2014. “I’m putting it up here in case there’s some decoding prodigy out there looking for a project.” Wayne Chan, a data analyst at the University of Manitoba, finally cracked the case. The note, he wrote in a recent study, contained codes used to telegraph condensed weather observations for stations in the United States and Canada in 1888. Each message started with a station location, followed by code words for temperature and pressure, dew point, precipitation and wind direction, cloud observations, wind velocity and sunset observations, Mr. Chan wrote. [...]“When I first thought I cracked it, I did feel really excited,” Mr. Chan said, noting that it took a while to build enough evidence to confirm his theory was correct. “It is probably one of the most complex telegraphic codes that I’ve ever seen,” he said. For example, “Bismark Omit leafage buck bank,” indicated the reading was taken at Bismarck station, in the Dakota Territory. “Omit” was for an air temperature of 56 degrees and pressure of 0.08 inches of mercury, though the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration has said the true reading could have been higher. “Leafage” for a dew point of 32 degrees, observed at 10 p.m. “Buck,” clear weather, with no precipitation and a northerly wind. “Bank,” a wind velocity of 12 miles per hour, and a clear sunset.

An Antique Dress Held a Secret: A Coded Message From 1888 - The New York Times

[bethecowboyx]

i still think about this

[outlaw-apologist]

The Gang Catching Feelings For You (RDR2)

The gang catching feelings for you! (Mostly GN) Characters: Arthur, Charles, Trelawny, Hosea, Micah Warnings: Micah’s story contains mentions of gender Note: This one was written for @onceuponadie sorry it took me forever to bang this out. :’) AO3 Version Arthur At first you thought you might be annoying Arthur. He always seemed really awkward when you tried to help out or when you stopped him to make sure his satchel was filled with new supplies before he left camp. Arthur becomes stiff when you’re around. Half of the time he could hardly hold eye contact. It made you feel bad. You were only trying to make his tasks easier. Everyone always had such huge expectations of Arthur. No one cared if there was enough stew leftover for him when he returned to camp, or if the supplies were rationed out to him. You took notice of this quickly, their behavior was beyond you. The man doing the most work for the gang should be supported.

“Thank ya’ kindly.” He usually responded whenever he caught you in the act, tipping his hat down to cover his eyes. It wasn’t in a rude way… just… awkward. It was hard to decode exactly how he felt about it and you assumed he’d speak up if he wanted you to stop and so you kept on doing your thing. You hadn’t seen Arthur in a few days. According to Hosea he went out hunting to replenish the camp’s food supply. Not something unusual. The day was lovely, naturally you decided you wanted to get away from the gang for awhile – in need of some serious space and fresh air – and help out by bringing something in. Fishing sounded nice! Not so close by, as you didn’t want anyone bothering you. You took your horse to a beautiful area you had heard so much about. Cumberland Falls. What you didn’t expect was to see a familiar outlaw fussing with his horse near the bank of the Dakota River. You slowed your horse to a walk, heading his way. Arthur’s voice carried was over the water in the cold spring breeze. “You’re alright girl. Just let me take a look at it. Easy now-” “Is she alright?” You called out. Arthur’s head snapped up and he gave a shrug. “Got ambushed by some O’Driscoll boys. Shot her leg pretty good. Hope she don’t go lame on me.” You could hear the upset in Arthur’s voice even as he tried to act casual. He had a close bond with his horse, something you had always admired. Dismounting your own, you rummaged through your satchel while approaching him. “Here- this might help until we can get her looked at.” You gently pushed a bottle of horse tonic into his palm. Arthur was slow to take it, interlocking your fingers together as he wrapped his much larger hand around the glass bottle. His eyes were on yours, gaze electric and intense. “Thank you.” His voice wasn’t shy this time. He wasn’t turning away from you as he usually did. “You look exhausted.” Your words were gentle, not meaning any offense. “Take my horse, I’ll lead yours so you can rest.” “That’s really not necessary-” Arthur trailed off as you took the reigns from him. He could tell there was no room for argument here. With a small grunt he turned to give his horse the tonic. In truth, Arthur was feeling pretty upset about his horse. Maybe it was the stress of everything. The weight of Backwater on his shoulders. His mind was racing yet, calm, at the same time. How was that possible? He didn’t know. The only other time he felt that way was with Mary. But you? Your actions were so genuine. It made him feel… better. Unexpectedly this was hard for him to accept. Why was someone treating him with so much empathy? Maybe you pitied him, an old man that had no value outside of stealing and shooting for dollars. However, he thinks he understands now. It wasn’t pity. Pity doesn’t make someone manifest from thin air when he wishes they were there. And yeah, it probably was coincidence this time, but damn did it feel natural. It felt… right… As if you two were being drawn to each other like magnets. You see him for who he is and you accept him no questions asked. “Somehow… You always know where to find me when I need you. What would I do without you?” “I guess we’ll never know.” Arthur’s stomach fluttered with butterflies when you flashed him that brilliant smile of yours. Maybe it was time for him to move on and find love again. ___ Charles You liked Charles. Being around him was peaceful. He, like you, enjoys the serenity that comes with nature; and so you two were often found in proximity of each other working on your respective crafts or doing a quiet activity while taking in the day. You didn’t know much about each other. He was a quiet man and you… well, you tried not to talk about yourself unless asked. Over time you observed things about him. It was hard not to. Charles is a dedicated man. Always would his brow furrow when concentrating on his work. He would give a little grunt of victory whenever something came out particularly good that he was proud of. You noticed he would stop to admire a beautiful feather on the ground, or an interesting rock. If animals wondered by your hang-out Charles would put down his work to watch them with a small smile. Fondness for Charles began to grow in your heart. You had feelings for Charles first. You never said or did anything to convey this, of course. It was hard to tell how Charles felt about you and… You know he wouldn’t be unkind towards you if he knew, but you didn’t think he’d feel the same way. Instead you carried on as normal. As time went on this became a little difficult. Every time someone in camp had something to say about him, you were either defending Charles or singing his praises. Not obnoxiously so, but enough to make a few of the gang members suspicious. Despite an odd look here and there, no one said a word. Not even Charles himself. Charles too had wondered at times what your words would mean when you would tell Bill to shut up because Charles was the best hunter they had. Or when you would threaten Micah’s life whenever it looked like he was about to say a slur. It couldn’t be- right? Charles knew he made himself too boring and unassuming… You were probably just being a good friend. “Hey Charles.” You greeted, sitting beside him by the fire in front of Shady Bell. “I know this really isn’t your thing but I have a lead in Saint Denis and I… Well, I need a husband so I can get into this party.” You flashed a shy but goofy grin. “Find someone else.” You blinked in surprise. You knew it probably wasn’t personal but his cold reaction did sting a little. “C’mon.” You gently nudged him. “It’s not really my thing. I don’t think I can help you.” “I know, but I need someone who’ll keep their head. I don’t trust the others not to ruin it.” Charles turned to study your face. You didn’t usually go on jobs like this, nor did you normally ask for help. The mission must have been worth it. “Alright, let’s go.” Charles looked stunning. Trelawny called in a favor from someone in the city and was able to pull together extravagant outfits for the both of you. Charles tied his hair back and… damn did the man clean up well. It was unnatural seeing him this way. It didn’t suit him at all, you loved his usual look more than anything. But hey- you could admire Prince Charles for one evening. Heads turned as you both walked into the small garden party. It wasn’t anything over the top. Mostly it was rich women chatting together. You had met them previously and pretended you were married to a rich man in an attempt to gain access into their society. It worked… A little too well. They were eager to meet your husband. Charles was certainly not who they had expected. “Oh-” One of the women’s faces fell. Judgment danced in their eyes. “You’re married to…” Her mouth opened and closed. Immediately you spoke up before something unsavory was said. “This is my darling husband Charles Wilson.” “Mr. Wilson” A younger woman extended her hand for Charles to kiss. “Y/N tells us you’re quite the talented agricultural tycoon.” “Is that so?” Charles shot you an amused look. “I try to be humble but in plain terms, you can say that.” “How wonderful it is a man of your stature could be so… influential.” “Oh come now Mrs. Jones. I’d love to hear all about it. Our husbands aren’t half as interesting.” A third lady giggled. You gave Charles an apologetic look. You hated leaving him here but the thousands of dollars worth of jewelry weren’t going to steal its self. “I’m afraid, ladies, I feel a bit ill today. May I excuse myself?” “Of course, dear. We’ll keep your husband company. The powder room is upstairs to your left.” You slipped in and out easy enough. The jewelry wasn’t hard to find. Upon returning you rejoined everyone. Charles did look a bit bored and you could only imagine what these women were saying to your sweet handsome husband. “Thank you.” You turned to Charles as you both left for the night.  He had an arm wrapped around you, supporting his ‘ill’ partner. “I know they were terrible and I feel bad for dragging you into this.” “Not at all. I’m used to it. It doesn’t help that I’m not exactly husband material.” Charles tried to make fun of himself to lighten the mood but it only made you feel heavier. “Don’t say that.” You squeezed his shoulder. “That’s not true at all.” Maybe it was the drinks you had at the party, but suddenly you just couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Charles you are one of the gentlest people I’ve ever met. You’re compassionate and considerate. You’re so appreciative of everything around you. You don’t speak much but when you do you’re so damn articulate. I could listen to you talk for days and days and still be in awe of how brilliant your mind is. You’re just…” You ran your fingers through your hair while sucking in a sobering breath.  “So beautiful. And handsome, but that’s a story for another time.” A nervous laugh erupted from your lips. You probably went too far this time. “It’s an honor being seen next to you.” Thick awkward silence blanked the evening for the longest time. How could he respond to something like that? It sounded…. It sounded as though you genuinely liked him? “You really mean that?” Charles’ voice was filled with doubt. You were probably only saying those things because you felt bad for putting him in such a position. Though, it was nice to hear someone point out good things about his character and not just what he was useful for. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. It made his heart skip a beat. “I do.” Charles hummed with happiness. He believed you. “I’ll be your husband again. Maybe not for a party of rich white people, but we make a pretty couple. I’m sure we can find a way.” His gaze met yours fondly. Maybe one day being your husband won’t be an act but a reality. ___ Micah “There you are dead-weight.” You could have groan as the voice of none other than Micah Bell reached your ears. You were having a nice afternoon reading in the trees not far from camp. Ever since the gang left Colter Micah’s been on your back – for whatever reason – and it was getting on your last nerve. Dead-weight was his new favorite thing to call you. If it wasn’t that then it was probably ‘piglet’. You eat Pearson’s stew at camp around him one time and he was enraged because you ‘didn’t do enough to earn it’. He wasn’t every creative. It wasn’t that you didn’t pull your weight, because you did. You’re a real hard worker. But you also value your alone time and Micah… Well, he caught onto that real quick. Every damn time you wandered off for a moment to yourself he managed to find you one way or another. You were at the end of your rope. “Shouldn’t you be makin’ yourself useful? Go make money on your back or somethin’ like the other girls.” You looked up at him over your book while he scoffed at you. All you could do was snort in amusement. “Maybe you should go make money on your back, Micah. Though, I can’t imagine anyone would want to fuck your grimey unwashed ass.” Micah’s face twisted up in both confusion and rage. How dare you insinuate something so… Queer? So disgusting? He didn’t know what to say and you watched as he struggled to come up with a response. “I bring in the money, I don’t wash the clothes.” “And what money have you brought in?” Your voice was calm and measured. “Only Arthur and I’ve been bringing in the big bucks.” “I’ve been out workin’ real jobs that’ll bring in more than you and cowpoke have scrounged up in weeks.” You simply shut your book. “Sure you are, shit-ass.” Oh- a huge smile crossed your face. That’s what you’ll call him for now on.   Micah seemed to catch on, realization flashing across his face. He suddenly threw his head back with a hearty laugh. Never had he thought you’d return his energy. Not many people did. Arthur probably would but that man was beat into the ground and no fun in his opinion. But you? Hilarious! “I like that. I’ll remember that next time.” He loved it. He picked on you because he wanted to stare at your ass while you work around camp. He didn’t like it when his entertainment left his sight. To be honest Micah didn’t think anything would develop between the two of you. He considered you just as pathetic as Molly… But now… Maybe you did have a bite to you. An inkling of suspicion crept into your thoughts when you caught the joy in his eyes. Oh god- this was just the beginning. Micah was going to have his fun. ___ Josiah Josiah couldn’t help himself. He had to flirt with everything and anything he found beautiful. You were no exception. He didn’t expect anything to come of it. Nothing ever did. You laughed at his magic tricks and scolded him whenever you and Arthur had to get him out of trouble. You were just… Ordinary in his life. Like anyone else. You liked Josiah well enough. The two of you would talk about a show you’ve seen or a book you’ve read. However, you found yourself drawn to him as if there were a magnetic field pulling you in. Whenever Josiah would pop back up or walk into camp you seemed to jump up and greet him before anyone else could. Immediately you’d ask him how he was or where he’s been. Josiah thought it was amusing the first few times. You must have felt bad because no one else really cares if he’s there or not. “What’ve you been up to Mr. Trelawny?” You ask every time, leaning forward with an interested smile. He enjoyed you humoring him. “Well my dear, you see, there were these wolves-” always would he reply with some fabricated story with half-truths. You didn’t seem to mind. When Josiah had his face smashed in by bounty hunters in Rhodes the sting of embarrassment was greater than the pain. All because of you. It felt almost humiliating, letting you see him that way. Half expecting you to scold him or roll your eyes like usual, he was shocked as you gently took his chin and turned his head so you could examine him. “Does it hurt?” “Don’t worry about me, dear friend.” “You didn’t answer the question.” You pursed your lips in frustration. Josiah ran a hand through his hair. He squirmed under your concerned gaze, not used to gentle eyes being turned his way. It was weird. Truly strange. You carefully wiped the blood from his face and for once Josiah remained silent. Had you genuinely cared for him this whole time? His heart fluttered… Maybe… It’s silly to think, in his mind, but just maybe… He could start caring for you in the same way. ___ Hosea You follow Hosea around like a puppy at times. If a job had to be done, you were right there with Arthur to company him.  Fishing? Your pole would be out with bait on the hook or you’d sit beside him with a book in hand. You simply wanted to enjoy peace of his presence as he fished. It wasn’t annoying by any means. You’re not loud or presumptuous about it and it seemed as if you always knew exactly when he needed alone time or when he wanted space. Hosea enjoyed it. His boys were all grown and doing their own thing. Everyone now saw him as an old man. For awhile he did jobs on his own. Seeing who’s house he could slip into to make their pockets hurt. Now? He had a partner in crime who always understood his vision. It was fantastic! You two swap books when you’re done reading them and talk in length about philosophy. There was a certain deepness to your relationship. At first, Hosea saw you as a kindred spirit. You were someone who matched him like a puzzle piece. He spilled all of his heartaches to you as well as his hopes and dreams. Bessie was a big one. He’d speak of her when the gang was huddled around the fire at times. But there were things he couldn’t tell anyone. Not even Dutch who understood the loss of a woman he loved. When Hosea gave in, letting the emotions and memories of his dearly departed beloved spill from his lips like knocked over ink, you listened carefully. Offering empathy in ways Hosea didn’t even know he needed. In return he listened to your own heavy thoughts, offering his arms to cry in when needed. The whole gang knew about you and Hosea before you and Hosea figured it out for yourselves. “I think we should also bring Y/N to the party.” Hosea proposed in the midst of hashing out details from the mayor of Saint Denis. “Of course you do.” Ditch rolled his eyes, causing Hosea to cross his arms offensively. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “C’mon, look at’cha. I haven’t seen you like this in a long time, Hosea. Just ask them out already.” Hosea’s moth opened in protest but no words escaped. It took several seconds for Dutch’s words to properly click. All he could do was lean back against his chair. “You don’t think it’s too late for me?” His old friend shot him a weary smile. “It’s never too late for love.” For once Dutch was right. Hosea hummed to himself, conjuring a picture of the two of you together as an official couple. It did feel right. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

[sweet--toothed]

Binary:

why am i alone

find the real me

welcome to the meikospital!

SEKAI meiko vitamins will be issued everyday. studies show these vitamins boost:

-singing ability

-maturity*

-empathy

-flexibility and mobility

-memory

-charisma

*note that this does not remove your childish side.

meiko vitamins are still being tested! as of the most recent batch issued, side effects include:

-growth in height

-slightly robotic tone

-memory of alternate universe's lives

-loneliness

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-loss of sense of self

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the meikospital is now open for business!

tags:

#meiko vitamins : self explanatory

#day [number] : self explanatory (tagged as the numbers, not written out (ex. day 1 and not day one))

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thank you to @daily-vitamin-ena for the idea and for starting the pharmaverse!

[badnew2005]

unplugged the tends bar hole sometimes i feel like i’m the only person who heard dee say “i just can’t get a read on him these days” how tends bar splits up dennis’ friends and family as they go about trying to understand him and his motives today. big feelings. then macs “cause i know you man” LIKE ???????????? he’s twisted himself he’s become something his twin sister the person who knew him first knew him the longest the only person he had growing up dee who looked after him time and time again he’s distorted hidden and contorted himself into someone she can’t decode. but Mac can. it’s a different kind of love a different kind of relationship dennis is yearning for now. Mac Can See Through Him. SO HE RUNS AWAY. mandy comes and offers him an out. not cats in the wall out, the true Outing that would stop him running. it’s the out he tried to find in maureen. It’s everything he’s always thought he Should be. if i become This person i’ll be Saved nobody will say Anything and they can’t Catch me. it won’t be real if i’m a loving husband and father. if i live life Properly. If I’m A Real Person. mac ruined the maureen marriage it was macs fault. all macs fault. i brought him home. i brought maureen into Our home. no. Macs fault mac fucked it. but he can’t see me in north dakota. i see through you when we’re sitting in the dark. sorry i had to sunnyfob have u ever listened to miss missing you because. Yeah. but running away to north dakota running away in his mind……. But He Couldn’t Survive. the gang’s self made ecosystem poisoning and killing anyone who comes too close and isn’t them. hasn’t been vaccinated or infected, i’m not sure. u know how vaccinations are like giving a small infections so ur immune. or whatever…. He’s still too scared mac can see through him. pushing away. I Still Hate Him. mac getting twisted around. turned inside out. i don’t know what dennis Wants from me. getting too needy. So I’ll just Do What Dennis Wants .. When he wants When He Asks me. dennis can’t communicate !!!!!! he wants mac to know him he wants everything to go back to how it Was before north dakota but. north dakota didn’t just happen to dennis. it happened to Mac Too. don’t forget that. macs seen dennis push back because he got too close so macs only following blatant orders he doesn’t want to get too close again and for dennis to leave. again. they just needed time. and half mast attempts at communications. mimicking a conversation. ireland giving time apart Again making them see another recognise another. if you love someone you never leave them behind. thunder gun. they know eachother again. i can see you. he’s allergic. unspoken.

[twinpeaksrecord]

creatives and pieces i adore

ᓚᘏᗢ xi ( main ig | youtube | pinterest )

slowly but surely building a platform for herself is art student xi. her work is avant-garde and explores womanhood and sexuality in an intimate, sometimes macabre, fashion. and speaking of fashion! xi's distinctive and eclectic style is influenced by vivienne westwood and the characters of the ai yazawa manga nana, in which one of the main characters shares xi's affinity with the british designer. if you want to see more of her fashion taste you can check out her recent paris haul!

another thing that inspires xi are the philosophies surrounding women, notably their bodies. fascinated by the historical comparisons between women and fertile, digestible organic matter in art (pomegranates, in particular), xi's methods and work draw acute focus on different areas of the body, her abstract interpretations of the power they hold and the sensations she ties with them. a great introduction to her artwork is her video displaying her gcse art projects.

being able to read her ideas and see her work progress is inspiring for me as another young creative!! the process behind her work has provoked a profound way of thinking in myself, which i am grateful for as i'm always looking to explore new perceptions of themes i find present in my own life as well as the lives of others that aren't discussed with the openness they deserve.

ᓚᘏᗢ dakota warren ( ig | youtube )

dakota's debut book on sun swallowing (available here!!) is a collection of poetry and prose about girlhood and gore and the devil and sex and a kind of existentialism that is both entirely nihilistic and wholly hedonistic. it's the first book i've ever written in and annotated and it was a great book for me to start with. dakota is fond of the idea of chaos and pure, unfiltered self-expression. the idea of indulging in your self. it's an accumulation of hair ribbons, religious imagery, love's many hues, the trials and tribulations of relationships all glazed in the blood of pomegranates.

"she has quickly cultivated an online presence that is that of a true artist: giving her followers small glimpses into her life but still maintaining an air of allure and mystery around herself." — kaiya shunyata in dakota warren is your new favourite poet.

ᓚᘏᗢ ethel cain ( @mothercain )

gritty and hazy and elegant. ethel makes the perfect music for running to nowhere in particular. you have energy and pain but you don't know where to put it? ethel cain. dealing with fractured relationships? ethel cain.

released a week ago today is her song american teenager. the southern gothic aesthetics of ethel's music and the nostalgia in the lyrics are paired with an audio that elicits the same emotions of teenhood — a warm-coloured memory for some and a fuzzy reality that is hard to decode for many.

ᓚᘏᗢ mitski's stay soft and working for the knife

blood, sexuality and femininity. y'know the triangle that shows how fires need three things to stay lit? well these three things are the triad of themes found in my favourite media texts. mitski's work, to me, is like a museum that doubles as a theatre but if you push down the handle of one of the seats it lowers into a library. she's a storyteller who isn't afraid to show her humanity.

working for the knife is a cynical tale about aging and persona. it's about "being confronted with a world that doesn’t seem to recognize your humanity, and seeing no way out of it." mitski writes of escaping confined identities that you didn't forge for yourself and putting energy you don't have in places you don't want to go.

stay soft was written about "hurt people finding each other, and using sex to make sense of their pain." while being dark and personal, the sound is grungy with an "inviting dance beat." the music video is aggressive and a little gory — a colourful, abstract visual display of the song.

ᓚᘏᗢ andrea arnold's fish tank (2009)

making your way through life alone can be difficult, but for 15 year old mia, it's the only option. her neglectful mother then meets conor o'reilly. this film hurt but it is one of the most visually stunning and powerful films i've ever seen. it's one of the most accurate insights into lower class teen life in britain, particularly into the life of teen girls. fish tank is equal parts beautiful and disturbing. and i think everyone should watch this film.

"encompasses the rage, confusion, horniness, and passion of being a teenager. this film is uncomfortable, gross, and angry yet manages to become one of the rawest coming of age films i've ever seen." — holli on letterboxd.

[happygo-writing]

5 Songs I've been listening to on repeat

Thanks for the tag @celeritas2997 (it won't let me tag you), @wtfuckevenknows

Idk what decode is on there, I listened to it a couple of times a few weeks ago. Definitely have listened to South Dakota a lot more.

No pressure tags: @thebumblecee @detective-giggles @mooshkat @cowlos-reyes @noxsoulmate @paperstorm @meditating-honey-badger @lightningboltreader @ramblingdisaster73