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justmywriting1313 · 3 years

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Aftercare (Diavolo X M/C)

Helluuuu my frends!! Hope you guys are taking care of yourself!!

Okay I know I have been MIA for a hot minute now but thats because I’m depressed, tired and very sick of the cold and greatly miss my dog so just overall feeling blehhh, however, I had a mini drabble idea so here I am!! (PS;- I don’t really know how you define a drabble i’m just guessing its like a small piece of writing)

Summary: What would aftercare with after a particularly rough session with Diavolo look like... (btw if someone wants this with the twins, Diavolo, Solomon or Satan I would not be opposed to writing it)

Warnings: Not that I can think of anything but maybe talking about rough seggsy times...

There had never been any miscommunications between you and Diavolo about your sex life. It was very clear that both your preferences matched each other quite well. Where you liked to be subby and not have control, Diavolo liked to dominate and call the shots. Where you liked to be put in your place when being bratty, Diavolo liked to be the one putting you in place. It gave him just as much comfort as it gives you. With all that said, it doesn’t mean sometimes you both get too much into it and that leaves you heaving and trembling, too far gone into a state of submission to voice what you need to come down which brings us to right now.

You were overstimulated beyond belief. Your face still pressed into the pillows on Diavolo’s bed you whimpered at small intervals. You could feel the last flow of drool drip out the side of your mouth as you took a shuddering breath in. Your body felt raw like all you nerves were exposed. You felt sweat dripping down the curve of your neck as you continued to pant. Your knees burned from being pressed down for so long and your joints hurt, especially at your hips. Your inner thighs stung from all the love bites you were sure were littered along your legs. Your pussy was so tender that even the slightest brush of the wind had you jolting. You could feel both yours and diavolo’s cum drip from your pussy lips onto the bed. Your ass was still stinging and you were pretty sure your eyes were crossed as you took in a shuddering breath. You could feel the weight of diavolo on your back. His chest heaving in time with yours. You both stayed like that for a minute before you felt him pull away. The cold air that brushed you skin was a welcome relief from the way your skin felt on fire.

Diavolo leaned back onto his haunches as he took a deep breath in before taking a good look at you. You were bent over your arms outstretched in-front of you. Much of your body red either from exertion or from Diavolo spanking you. Your chest was pressed to the bed but he could see the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps he had put on you earlier and he winced at the idea that he would have to take them off and it would hurt. He felt quite guilty and worried he might have pushed you too far. He took a peak at your face and chuckled at how cute you looked with drool that was drying and tears that had collected at the corner of your crossed eyes. Diavolo let his hand rest at the curve of your arching back and you jolted at the touch. Diavolo giggled at just how sensitive his little baby is. He let the weight of his hand rest there using his other hand to loop it around your waist. He gently hushed any whimpers on your part as he used his weight to lift you up. He winced when you cried out when your chest came away from being pressed in the bed. The pull of the nipple clamps smarting. Diavolo let you fall onto your side and then pushed you onto your back as he cooed at your fucked dumb expression. You were too cute for your own good.

He cupped your face so that he could finally see and wiped away all the tears and drool the best he could with his thumb. Your eyes had closed as you took deep breaths. “Hey pretty girl, I know you're tired sweetie and want to sleep but first we have to take care of you okay? yeah? you're going to work with daddy so he can make all the soreness go away and you can rest yeah?” You opened your eyes to look at his tender gaze and tearfully nodded trying your best not to cry and curl up. Diavolo’s gaze softened even more if that was possible. “I know you want to curl up and cry and I promise i’ll let you okay? but first we need to make sure baby is physically going to be okay and daddy’s going to start with taking of the clamps, is that alright with you?” You whined at the idea and immediately Diavolo was curling his arms again. “I know baby, daddy knows but its okay. M’going to make sure you’ll be just fine and my pretty girl trusts me right?” You tearfully nodded already knowing it was going to hurt. You trusted Diavolo more than anything though. “Okay good girl can you take a big breath for me sweetheart?” Diavolo made sure to keep his voice low and soft. He let one hand stroke your face as the other tenderly ran back and forth over your abdomen right below your breasts. You took a long breath in and Diavolo chuckled at the child like manner in which you puffed your cheek. He bought his face as close to yours as possible and just as you were going to ask why, he unclamped one of your sore nipples. He immediately swallowed the loud cry you let out by kissing you. His lips were soft and placating, as he let the clamp fall. He let that hand rest on your nipple as he lightly massaged it letting you jolt away when it was too sensitive but dragging you back to his chest when you got too far. “Good girl, sweetie you did so good okay? I know I know it hurt baby but you're okay! and you're going to manage one more deep breath for daddy yes?” As much as you wanted to shake your head, you nodded once again and once again Diavolo swallowed your cry as he took off the painful clamp. Your body which had tensed up finally relaxed into your bed.

You went limp and this time you couldn't stop the sobs as you finally started to cry into his chest, tucking yourself as far into him as you could. Diavolo cooed at you as he gathered you in his arms letting you tuck your face into his large chest and neck. “I know pretty girl I know its okay just let it out, you did so good though”. Both you and diavolo sat there for a while as your cries dwindled into a couple of stray tears here and there. Diavolo watched as your eyes started to close which is when he hefted you up into the air. You let your surprise and disapproval for the action come through when you whined immediately wanting the bed again. “Wanna sleep dia” you mumbled as you let you head rest on his shoulder, legs wrapping around his waist. He smiled and pressed his head onto yours “I know baby but first you got drink something okay and then we can go back to bed. You can rest and ill clean you up yes” You whined some more but let Diavolo carry you to the kitchen. At some point he managed to pull on royal version of sweats but your body was too sensitive even for a shirt.

Diavolo placed you on the counter before he poured you a glass of water. He walked over and handed it to you “small sips okay sweetie?” you hummed as you took the glass form him. Diavolo quickly pulled out the first thing he could see in the fridge which was a bowl of cut fruit no doubt left by Barbatros. He bought it over only to see you gulping the water down as quick as you could. He grabbed the glass from your hand making you whine but his stern look settled you down before you drank again much slower. He put the bowl next to you on the counter before spreading your legs and standing between them. His hands coming to rest on your thighs as you slowly finished the glass. You placed it on the side. Diavolo placed the bowl of fruit in your lap. They were still fairly large pieces and so before you could grab any of them Diavolo made you look him, “What will we not to try do with the fruit this time?”. You were getting some of your senses back as you blushed at Diavolo. He treated you like you were oh so small, not that you minded. Nonetheless you responded, “eat all the pieces in one go...” “Mhmmm dont need a repeat of last time.” Diavolo fetched you another glass of water as you worked on the fruit bowl. You munched on another piece of cantaloupe as Diavolo stood between your legs. He let his hands brush your hair away from your face as you both talked about your week. Diavolo laughing at the antics of the various brothers while you giggled at all the Lucifer stories he told you.

Diavolo watched your eyes get heavy as you slowed your eating down. You head getting droopy. He gently took the bowl away from you, replacing it in the fridge before once again scooping you up into his arms. He propped you on his hip, one arm sporting your bottom as he made his way into his room and then the bathroom. He settled you on the counter where he handed you a toothbrush. You lazily brushed your teeth as he went about gathering your clothes and throwing them in the laundry bin. He grabbed one of his pyjama shirts from his closet. He returned to you to see you still lazily brushing as he got a washcloth and ran it under hot water. You were swinging your legs humming some song you heard earlier as Diavolo went about wiping your body down. He got on his knees taking your legs and slowly cleaning your. He pressed kisses against your knees before making it to your thighs. He spread them apart and winced at the many love bites and bruises, surely they hurt. You just cupped his face and patted his cheek to let him know you were good and that you liked it. Diavolo looked up at you and felt himself feel better by looking at your face that seemed dewy and happy. A trail of toothpaste froth escaped the corner of your mouth and down your chin and Diavolo giggled. He used his thumb to wipe it away muttering a “Messy little baby” you blushed and whined at the comment but Diavolo chuckled nosing your neck muttering, “my messy little baby” and so you smiled. Diavolo let the warm rag soothe the battered skin on your thighs before wiping between your leg. The touch against your sensitive pussy making you jolt. Eventually, he had you all cleaned up and you had finished brushing you teeth. Dressing you in his pyjama shirt he once again carried you to his comfy looking bed. letting you fall and bounce. You let out an “oof” and giggled as Diavolo crawled onto you. His huge arms coming to encircle your waist as you settled your back into his chest. He nosed at your neck as you hummed in response. “Diavolo you know that I love you right?” “Mhmmm yes princess i know and thank you... i love you too sweetheart” and with that your breathing evened out and you peacefully went to sleep knowing Diavolo would always protect you and keep you safe.

Okieeee thats it!! Hope you enjoyed that and hopefully I can write the next part of ‘compliments’ sooon!! As always reblogs are always appreciated 💜💜

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lovetenya · 4 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

pairing: tamaki amajiki x gn! reader

warnings: pretty angsty, relationship anxiety, fear of abandonment, descriptions/imaginations of choking (it’s figurative and imaginary, it’s demonstrated with snakes), hurt/comfort, reassurance, worrying, ???, ENDS IN FLUFF I PROMISE!!

word count: 1.7k

author’s note: okay OKAY I’m sorry this took so long, i’m now onto the ones that i’m coming up with completely from scratch, because i’m not writing them from outlines. as always, this is all over the place bc i love inserting 294848 different scenarios into one work. someday, maybe, i will focus on one plot line. today is not that day. ALTHOUGH THIS ISN’T THAT BAD BY MY STANDARDS, I’M SORRY TAMAKI, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

being in love with tamaki amajiki is green.

it’s the small, fragile beansprouts he grew from the tips of his fingers at lunch time when you were kids, and he was trying to show you that his quirk was nothing to be afraid of. the other kids didn’t talk to him because they thought his tentacles were scary, but you just thought they were neat.

he knew you before he knew mirio, and you were the reason he even considered talking to the loud, sunshine boy in the first place. you gave him the confidence to try to make new friends, to try to choke down the green of the nausea that comes with uncertainty.

“maybe not everyone is going to be mean to me,” he thought, slightly emboldened at the fact that he had a friend now. ‘y/n,” he thought. “they’re my friend now...”

it all started years ago in primary school when you noticed how he sat alone at his desk, drawing pictures of animals while the other kids played. his crayons never seemed to stop moving, and the green jungles he colored were detailed with a wide variety of wildlife and plants.

he liked to be alone, where it was quiet and safe, and nobody would pick on him or ask too much of him. everyone knew that the tears that formed on his lashes were a common occurrence, so they tried to avoid pressing him too much. his peace usually remained undisturbed, until there was you.

you walked up to show him a drawing you made of a spider. he jumped in fear, both at the drawing of a weirdly-realistic spider, but also the fact that someone was talking to him.

“why don’t they know to just leave me alone?” he thought, already shaking in his seat. his blood ran cold, spit filled his mouth, and a bright green nausea overtook all of his senses. he looked up at your face, wincing and bracing himself for a playground insult. kids were creative, and he knew that all too well.

“hi.. amajiki. i like your drawing. do you like animals too?”

“mm-hm..” he softly replied. this was new.

“what’s your favorite one?” you knew to keep it simple, because he clearly wasn’t comfortable speaking. he never raised his hand, even when his favorite subjects were brought up in class or when everyone was encouraged to participate. this time, however, was different. this time, there was you.

where mirio was his sun, you were his stars.

where mirio loudly encouraged him, you provided your gentle, guiding support, and always proved to be a perfect shoulder to lean a head into.

“i.. i like butterflies a lot.”

and so it began.

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since you met, there were many periods of closeness and distance between you and tamaki, which is typical of childhood friends. you could go weeks without talking and then come right back together, making each other giggle with your newest ideas about the funniest things tamaki could do with his quirk.

one day, you joked, “what if you ate a clam, manifested the shell, and then just knocked somebody over the head with it??? the guy would fall down like blehhh and that would be so funny!!!”

he laughed a little, before deadpanning. “wait a minute.... i think.. i think you might be onto something.”

—

tamaki remembers that the most nervous he’s ever been was while your relationship was still green. the two of you took a walk through a community garden after grabbing a quick dinner with mirio and nejire, and the two of them mysteriously had to leave at the same time, leaving the two of you alone. (the return of ultimate wingmen, mirio and nejire!)

normally, he’d feel anxious about being in public, but he was okay because you were right there with him. you were here, walking shoulder to shoulder with him, through a garden full of butterflies. what more could he ask for?

he didn’t have to worry about being judged or being teased, because it was you. the leaves surrounding you felt like nothing more than company. as you made your way through the beautiful maze of plants, flowers, and stone statues, it was just you two in the whole wide world, taking it all in and enjoying each other’s company.

although he hadn’t always known what his feelings meant, he now realized that he’s a crush on you for as long as he could remember. while mirio had several different flings, tamaki always had his eyes on you. nobody was as understanding, as considerate, and as perfect as you. he didn’t want to be like this with anyone but you.

his hand twitched toward yours, but he didn’t dare. he couldn’t risk the pain of rejection, he wouldn’t risk it. if it meant he could possibly lose you, it wasn’t worth it. luckily for tamaki, you didn’t share the same fear, and slowly took his hand in yours. he harshly avoided eye contact, desperate to not let you see his crimson red blush. you knew he had a hard time telling people what he really felt, but he wasn’t usually this quiet with you.

“tamaki, is this okay?” you questioned.

“yeah. it’s.. good. i like it.”

—

green is the matcha-flavored boba tea that tamaki sips on while you’re on a date. he asks, “y/n, do you like seafood?” before he balances a boba pearl on the tip of his tongue and laughs. what a dork, you think, and then balance a pearl on yours. this is what tamaki needed sometimes, normal moments of relaxation, and you’re more than happy to provide him with it.

—

however, being in love with tamaki is also loving him through the moments that are hard, and when you can’t lean on each other, because it’s all too much. the moments where the problem is between you, and isn’t easily defined and solved. these are the moments when he’s green with envy, or sick to his stomach with worry, or overrun with anxiety at the most simple things.

these are the moments where you’re tired, or overwhelmed, or you just can’t handle his emotional intensity today, even though you wish you could. you love him, of course you do, there would never be a moment in time where your heart wasn’t bursting for him, but every person has their limits.

these breaking moments are the ones where one of you blurts something you don’t mean in a moment of anger, cracking the meticulously constructed façade, which is in place to spare the other’s feelings.

they’re the moments where your mind goes blank, and all you can think of is, “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”

they’re the moments spent frantically comforting, speaking through tears, words spilling out. they’re the moments where his head lays sobbing in your lap, and his arms circle your waist, desperate to hold onto something, anything. desperate to hold onto you, so that you don’t leave him. your words come out shaky, because even they aren’t really sure how to make this all better. how can you fix what was never meant to be broken? it’s uncertain, but you can’t ever finish if you never begin. you reassure him as many times as he needs to hear it.

“god, i’m so sorry, tamaki, i didn’t mean it, i promise i didn’t mean it.”

even though he says he forgives you, that it’s over with, you know he’s replaying every lilt of your voice, where it broke when you were angry.

you know he’s feeling more than he lets on, but doesn’t share those intensities because he doesn’t want to come on too strong. you know better than to trust a simple “i’m fine, y/n. really.”

he’s not lying just to lie, because he’s never felt anything truer than his love for you. he’s doing it because he doesn’t want you to understand the heartbreak that often comes with love. he doesn’t want you to feel suffocated, or like you’re being strangled by thousands of emerald green scaled snakes.

he doesn’t want you to feel their bodies coiled around your throat, like he does.

he doesn’t want you to feel their scales: cool yet burning, smooth yet slicing, glide across your skin gently, intending to strangle.

he doesn’t want you to feel their eyes boring into you, threatening under the ruse of being calculating.

he doesn’t want you to feel what he does, so he hides it. even though he knows he shouldn’t, he can’t help it.

he can’t help how much he loves you, how afraid he is to lose you, how scared he gets whenever mirio and you are paired up together for a class.

he can’t help that he feels like time is running out, your life together is wilting away, and that you’re slipping through his fingers like fine sand.

but you know, truly and wholeheartedly, that his insecurity didn’t deem him invaluable or unworthy of love. his fear and his worries didn’t take away your love, and they never would. every moment spent reminding him that i’m not going anywhere, was worth it. because he’s worth it, and this was something worth fighting for. he’s worth the fighting and the courage it all takes, because he is what makes you whole. he, and everything he is, is worth loving, because there’s value to the things that break us.

being in love with tamaki is grassy green countrysides and wildflower stems, and finding little adventures in every single day. it’s reassurance through the irrational, it’s validation through the pain. it’s not loving despite, it’s loving because.

loving tamaki is green in its youth, in its freshness, in its refreshing reminder that you are loved. you are loved so vividly, so intensely, so naturally.

tamaki loves you, and you know that, because he wouldn’t be able to muster the courage to let those words spill unless he really, truly meant it.

with you, tamaki can let a little loose, a little bit wild. he can let the vines restraining him wilt away into nothing.

because no matter what, it’s all worth it in the end.

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thanks for reading! love, tj 🪶

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nostalgiaispeace · 3 years

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2268.

Can you recommend any Neil Gaiman to me, aside from Stardust or Good Omens? I've never read any of his stuff

What’s the best concert you’ve been to, if you’ve been? rock on the range

What’s the funniest screenname you’ve ever seen? Idk.

Is there an animal you like that most people don’t? I don’t think so

Is there an animal that you think is overrated in terms of how it’s liked? dogs

Is there a time period you think is underrated? I’m not sure

What about music? no

Do you find yourself listening to music that’s a bit more esoteric? no

What are your three favorite books and why? well harry potter

What about authors? jk rowling Do you have any likes you wouldn’t tell someone until you got to know them? yes

Do you have a favorite language? french.

What about a place you’ve always wanted to visit? london

What’s something someone does or says that just makes you laugh? i mean really good jokes? idk.

Do goldfish crackers ever make you sick, or is that just me? I’ve never had that issue.

Do you have a favorite art style? No.

Do you have a favorite myth/fairy-tale? idk

Who is your favorite person aside from family? britney spears

Do any of your pets (if you have them) have weird quirks? well yeah

Do you listen to music from anywhere besides America? no

Have you ever “quit” a site and came back to it more than once? no

Do you have an “odd” fascination with anything? i’m sure i do

What is the thing you want most at this moment? sleep

What was the last book you read and what was it about? I’m currently reading, the christmas pig and this little boy lost his stuffed pig and is trying to find it in the land of the lost

What was the worst book you’ve ever read & why? twilight and fifty shades of grey

Do you have a favorite breed of dog or cat? Which? corgis and all cats

If you like any anime/manga, what are some titles you recommend? –

What do you think about school in general? I’m not a fan

What’s the hardest thing you’ve been through, & what did you learn from it? too much to type

What are three “unrealistic” things you want most? wealth, health, all the harry potter merch

What are some of your favorite foods? chicken nuggets

Where do you like to buy your clothes? idk

Do you take any daily vitamins? yes.

Who are three of your favorite fictional characters of all time? luna lovegood

If you had to give the world a pre-existing mythological/fictional being, what would it be? idk

When buying Slurpees, if you do, do you get only one flavor or mix them? I get one

Do you have a favorite 7Eleven food? slurpees

Do you have any desire to learn (a) foreign language(s)? Which? not enough of one to learn it

If you could have any career, “realistic”-ness aside, what would it be? stay at home mom

What are three memorable movies from your childhood? lion king, free willy, and land before time

Do you, personally, put a space after ellipses, or not? sure

What do some of the things that inspire you have in common? it’s creative

Micky D’s sweet tea, y/n/other? I don’t drink it

What are three of your best (non-physical) qualities? Blah.

What are three of your worst (again; non-physical) qualities? Blahhhh.

What is one of your firmest beliefs? idk

Do you ever question things until you’re unsure of even the silliest thing? yes

Do you have anything that keeps you from doing something you’d truly enjoy? yes

What are your three biggest pet peeves (personality-wise) in others? i can’t think rn i’m too tired

Do you work to fix your faults? Or at least, admit to them? I do

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What are some of your greatest aspirations? I dont have any

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Do you play WoW? What do you think of it either way? Nope.

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What career do you hope to have? stay at home mom

Are you taking any interesting classes in school/do you not attend? -

If you don’t attend, are you taking any “lessons” for anything? Nope

A book/piece that has had an exceptional impact on your life? harry potter

If you know of pandora.com, what is your favorite station? i know of it

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Any music recommendations? lana del rey

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Most recently read book that you liked? you know you love me

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Political standing?

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Do you have a favorite artist? no

PC or MAC? ether

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Are you religious, spiritual, atheist…? no

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Do you think that people throw the words “love” and “hate” around too much? Yes.

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What’s a piece of technology you’d like to own? a new laptop

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Does it bother you when people do things to fit in with a certain crowd? yes

Hot or cold? cold

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Do you prefer piercings or tattoos? tattoos

Do you remember your dreams? sometimes

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Can you recommend any Neil Gaiman to me, aside from Stardust or Good Omens? I’m not familiar with his work.

What's the best concert you've been to, if you've been? Jonas Brothers and Green Day.

What's the funniest screenname you've ever seen? I’ve been on the internet since I was like 9 years old, I’ve come across many.

Is there an animal you like that most people don't? I don’t think so. Most people don’t seem to dislike giraffes, which are my favorite animal. <<< Same. And doggos.

Is there an animal that you think is overrated in terms of how it's liked? No.

Is there a time period you think is underrated? I’d love to bring the 90′s back, that’s all. <<< I’m in.

What about music? Hmm.

Do you find yourself listening to music that's a bit more esoteric? No.

What are your three favorite books and why? I’m gonna give you my three current favorite artists instead: AJ Rivers, Willow Rose, and Mary Stone. They’re murder mystery and psychological thriller authors with tons of books and I’ve really enjoyed the many I’ve read from each of them.

What about authors? ^^^ Do you have any likes you wouldn't tell someone until you got to know them? Hmm. I think things would just come up over time, not because I’m waiting to tell them.

Do you have a favorite language? Spanish.

What about a place you've always wanted to visit? I’d love to be able to travel all over.

What's something someone does or says that just makes you laugh? Tell me a lame dad joke. I’m a sucker for those. <<< lol I am, too. I came across a compilation post recently on here that was pretty great.

Do goldfish crackers ever make you sick, or is that just me? I’ve never had that issue.

Do you have a favorite art style? No.

Do you have a favorite myth/fairy-tale? There’s several I find interesting and enjoy.

Who is your favorite person aside from family? Alexander Skarsgard. ;)

Do any of your pets (if you have them) have weird quirks? My doggo is very quirky. She’s such a goofball.

Do you listen to music from anywhere besides America? Some.

Have you ever "quit" a site and came back to it more than once? I don’t think so.

Do you have an "odd" fascination with anything? Hm. I don’t think I have any “odd” fascinations.

What is the thing you want most at this moment? I’d really like to just feel decent today so I can enjoy a nice Easter with my family.

What was the last book you read and what was it about? I’m currently reading, “Cold Highway” by Mary Stone, which is the 4th book in a series.

What was the worst book you've ever read & why? I can’t believe I ever read the Fifty Shades of Gray books. *facepalm*

Do you have a favorite breed of dog or cat? Which? Labs and German Shepherds are awesome.

If you like any anime/manga, what are some titles you recommend? --

What do you think about school in general? I think it’s important to get an education. <<<

What's the hardest thing you've been through, & what did you learn from it? The accident that made me a paraplegic and everything that resulted from it ever since.

What are three "unrealistic" things you want most? Good health is the most unrealistic.

What are some of your favorite foods? Ramen, garlic parm and lemon pepper boneless wings from Wingstop, and scrambled eggs and biscuits smothered in country gravy.

Where do you like to buy your clothes? Boxlunch and Hot Topic.

Do you take any daily vitamins? No, but I definitely should be.

Who are three of your favorite fictional characters of all time? There’s so many to choose from, though.

If you had to give the world a pre-existing mythological/fictional being, what would it be? Superheroes, maybe?

When buying Slurpees, if you do, do you get only one flavor or mix them? I always liked mixing Coke and cherry together.

Do you have a favorite 7Eleven food? I liked getting snacks and drinks from there, but I never ate their pizza or hot dogs or anything of that sort.

Do you have any desire to learn (a) foreign language(s)? Which? I’d just like to be fluent in Spanish.

If you could have any career, "realistic"-ness aside, what would it be? I still don’t know.

What are three memorable movies from your childhood? Mary Kate and Ashley movies, Disney movies, and The Rugrats Movie. Ha, I know I cheated by grouping some together, but whatever.

Do you, personally, put a space after ellipses, or not? No.

What do some of the things that inspire you have in common? I haven’t felt inspired in a long time.

Micky D's sweet tea, y/n/other? I used to like it when I was younger. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I had it, though.

What are three of your best (non-physical) qualities? Blah.

What are three of your worst (again; non-physical) qualities? Blahhhh.

What is one of your firmest beliefs? My belief in God.

Do you ever question things until you're unsure of even the silliest thing? Sometimes.

Do you have anything that keeps you from doing something you'd truly enjoy? My health.

What are your three biggest pet peeves (personality-wise) in others? Arrogance, close-mindedness, and people who just jump on the bandwagon with certain things without doing their own research and forming their own opinions, not even really knowing what the issue is, they’re just following the crowd.

Do you work to fix your faults? Or at least, admit to them? I’m quick to own up and admit to all my faults, but do I do I shit about them? ...

What are three of your best physical qualities? (NOT EYES!) Blehhh.

What are some of your greatest aspirations? I don’t have any. :/

How do you hope the world will change, if at all? I wish we could see less division and violence.

Who are three (fairly known) people you find very intriguing? Hmm.

What are three things that make you the happiest? God, my family, and trips to the beach.

What is/are your view(s) on god, religion, spirituality, or relations to? I’m a Christian.

Are you arachnophobic or scared of spiders in the least? YES.

Do you play WoW? What do you think of it either way? Nope.

What kind of computer do you have? Windows 7/Vista/XP/Other? I have a MacBook Air, which currently runs on macOS Sierra.

What are you good at? Nothing.

What career do you hope to have? I really don’t know. :/

Are you taking any interesting classes in school/do you not attend? I’m finished with school.

If you don't attend, are you taking any "lessons" for anything? Nope.

A book/piece that has had an exceptional impact on your life? The Bible.

If you know of pandora.com, what is your favorite station? Actually, I was listening to Pandora recently for the first time in years and came across this 90s, 2000s, and Today’s Hits station that I was really enjoying.

Have you ever "lost" a friend in any way? How did you deal? Yeah, I’ve lost a lot of friends. Some were harder to deal with than others.

Any music recommendations? Check out that Pandora station.

What are at least three of your biggest fears? Losing my loved ones, death, and never getting better/getting worse.

Most recently read book that you liked? I’m currently reading, “Cold Highway” by Mary Stone, which is the 4th book in a series.

Do you have a piece of jewelry you don't like to take off? No. I haven’t worn jewelry in a long time.

Do you have a favorite quote? Why is it your favorite? I have many. Any odd pastimes you have? I don’t consider any of my pastimes odd.

Are you quirky in any way? (Name them please). My eating habits, for sure. I’m just really picky and particular.

Have any practices you aren't opposed to but wouldn't do yourself? Uhh.

Political standing?

Do you have any piercings/what do you think about piercings? I just have my earlobes pierced.

Do you have a favorite material? My soft, fuzzy throw blanket.

What are three names you'd name a pet if you HAD to get a pet right now? I don’t know. I’d have to see them and see what vibe I get.

Do you like to listen to dorky/amusing music? What would be considered dorky and amusing music?

Coffee vs. Tea vs. Energy Drinks: Order from favorite to least favorite. Coffee, energy drinks (only the Starbucks Doubleshot coffee energy drink), and tea.

Do you like more "fruity" sweets or "savory" sweets? Uhh, I like cupcakes, donuts, brownies, cookies, muffins, and cheesecake type of sweet.

What do you hate the most? My health, myself, and where I’m at in my life.

What genres of music are your favorite? I like variety.

Do you believe in true love? Yeah.

Do you believe in love at first sight? If yes, why? No.

What are some of your favorite clothing accessories? I just wear leggings and graphic tees.

If reincarnation exists, what sort of person would you want to be next? What are some things you believe strongly in? My faith.

Where's your favorite place you've been? Beaches and Disneyland.

What sort of books and movies do you like? Horror, psychological thriller, mystery, and YA for books, horror, psychological thrillers, drama, superhero films, some sci-fi and fantasy stuff like Star Wars, action, adventure, and romcoms for movies.

What's your favorite thing to do on a rainy Saturday? I don’t do anything different, but I do love when it rains.

Is there a book you've read that really touched you? Yeah.

Do you have a favorite artist? As in a painter? No.

PC or MAC? Mac.

What do you love doing? Spending time with my family, reading, scrolling through Tumblr, catching up on social media and trending topics, surveys, listening to ASMR, watching YouTube, watching my favorite shows, drinking coffee, sleeping...

If you could create the perfect world for yourself, what would it be? All my loved ones would be there, good health, money wouldn’t be a concern, happiness, I’d have a house on the beach, I’d be comfortable and relaxed and at peace... stuff like that.

Do you think that fate plays a part in people's lives? No.

Are you religious, spiritual, atheist...? I am a Christian.

What are your opinions on the media? There’s the good and bad. It can be pretty brutal and problematic, for sure.

Do you think that people throw the words "love" and "hate" around too much? Yes.

What is your favorite piece of technology that you own? My laptop and phone.

What's a piece of technology you'd like to own? I have what I want at the moment.

Are you afraid of technology developing to where we're too reliant on it? Oh, we’re waaaay past that point.

Does it bother you when people do things to fit in with a certain crowd? When they’re doing problematic things.

Hot or cold? I’d much rather be cold. I like being wrapped up in a blanket, wearing hoodies/sweatshirts, and drinking hot coffee. Being hot is just miserable. Do you think that Bzoink should extent the character amount for questions? I don’t use Bzoink.

Do you have a favorite combination of complimentary colors? A lot of colors look nice together.

Do you know why all the young people who have nice cars always look grumpy? I don’t think I’ve noticed that.

What's your favorite odd ice cream flavor? I don’t like any odd flavors. What’s with you and odd stuff?

Where do you like to get your ice cream? I’m not a big ice cream person, but the store is fine, ha. It was nice going somewhere like Cold Stone or something as well, though. I haven’t had ice cream in years, though.

What's your opinion on stereotypes/labels? Labels can be useful in some cases.

Do you ever use random word generators for Bzoinkoids?

Do you believe that history repeats itself? Absolutely. There’s proof of that.

Would you rather learn from your mistakes or just undo them? Ha, it’d be nice to be able to undo them.

What was the most interesting class you had in school? I always enjoyed English. And then of course I found a lot of my psych classes interesting. Do you write? If so, what? Nope.

Do you have a favorite website? Tumblr and YouTube.

Do you think that the quality of TV shows is going down? No, there’s so many good shows.

Do you have a favorite culture? Learning about different cultures is interesting. What was a story you heard as a child that really affected you? Hmm.

Who was your favorite grade-school teacher and why? Mr. McG, my 4th and then 8th grade teacher. He was everyone’s favorite. He made learning so much fun and really cared about his students.

Do you think that the world will end? How? Yes, how the Bible says it will.

Do you believe in Global Warming? Have you researched it? Yes.

Do you prefer piercings or tattoos? I only have my earlobes pierced and I have zero tattoos, soo I can’t say I’m big on either one.

Do you remember your dreams? Very, very rarely.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

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The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 47 - 48

My therapy bills have been steadily rising ever since I took on the challenge of reading this book.

If you recall correctly, last time we left off where some Ilkens attacked their ship and revealed the big baddie Erawan knows of her Wyrdkey. Chapter 47 picks up immediately after that reveal.

What, were you expecting an angry rant from me? Sadly, this book has crushed my very soul, and the quicker I stop criticizing SJM’s glaring flaws, the quicker I am freed from this demon.

Rowan hauled ass back to their ship, his magic near-flinging him through the air.

Man, I see why everyone says SJM’s writing is amazing. Love it when epic fantasy medieval Fae characters describe themselves as hauling their asses around, and getting all pissy at one another. Love it!

But Aelin wasn’t moving. Gavriel and Aedion, bloodied and limping, were barely moving. Fenrys, his chest a bloody mess with greenish slime —poison …

I’m sure these very painful injuries will never be brought up after this chapter. Rowboat decides to be the hero of the day and picks up a bow to shoot down the Ilken.

“A gold coin says he misses,” Fenrys rasped. “Save your breath for healing,” Aelin snapped. “Make it two,” Aedion said behind him. “I say he hits.” “You can all go to hell,” Aelin snarled. But then added, “Make it five. Ten says he downs it with the first shot.”

If these characters weren’t assholes, maybe I’d enjoy this banter. Also Fenrys, your chest is ripped open and soaked with poison, you should be knocking on death’s door by now, not making witty remarks.

Rowboat gets a clean headshot because of course he does, then tells Assdion and Fenrys to pay up, pricks. His words, not mine. The scene ends. Oh, I can totally see why a cliffhanger was necessary, so much happened after the last chapter ended.

Assdion is thinking about the battle and how he and his father fought side by side. Oh, fuck you SJM, give me that father son content!!!! I want Gav being a good dad damnit show me, don’t tell me!

[Aelin] still knelt over Fenrys, offering Rowan nothing more than a pat on his thigh as he stormed past to help with the other wounded. A pat on the thigh— for making a shot that Aedion was fairly certain most of his Bane would have judged to be impossible.

Another reason I hate Assdion’s POVs: they’re 95% him splooging over Rowboat and Alien. Like ungh we get it, Rowboat is the best warrior ever you don’t need to beat us over the head with it.

Aedion set down the pail of water [Aelin]’d asked him to get for Fenrys, trying not to wince as she wiped away the green poison that oozed out. A few feet away, his father was tending to a blubbering pirate—who had barely more than a tear to the thigh.

Hey man, not everyone can deal with pain the same way, especially not someone’s who mortal. Have you ever considered the pirate might be horrified and shaken up after witnessing his friends being eaten alive, that he might be in shock right now? Also, Gav is such a sweetheart for helping to comfort him. Lowkey shipping nameless pirate and Gav right now.

Fenrys tries to get Alien to tend to the others, which admittedly is rather noble and selfless of him, but dude, you got poison leaking out of your chest. Alien asks Fenrys how his magic works under the excuse of keeping him awake, but it’s actually so SJM can info dump at us.

“No one knows where it comes from—what it is,” Fenrys said between shallow breaths, fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. “But it lets me slip between folds in the world. Only short distances, and only a few times before I’m drained, but … it’s useful on a killing field.”

Oh, of fucking course nobody knows where it comes from. This is SJM on her knees begging you and I not to think about how her world works or why her magic is so inconsistent. She just slaps abilities onto her ocs and gives no thought as to how it all works in the big picture.

“What’s your shield made of, then?” Fenrys tried and failed to shrug. But Gavriel muttered from where he worked on the still-whimpering pirate, “Arrogance.” Aelin snorted, but didn’t dare take her eyes off Fenrys’s injury as she said, “So you do have a sense of humor, Gavriel.” The Lion of Doranelle gave a wary smile over his shoulder.

I love Gavriel..... I’m stanning him..... Wait every time I want to stan someone in this novel, SJM ruins them. Shit. Never mind.

“Lorcan was a bastard in Maeve’s palace, don’t worry,” Fenrys smirked, his bronze face wan.

Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bronze

“Your parents?” Aedion pressed when Aelin herself seemed to be straining for words. He’d seen her heal little cuts, and slowly repair Manon’s wound over days, but …

Fenrys is almost dying because of the massive wound on his chest but we really out here focusing on Alien getting exhausted, huh.... that’s the level you’ve stooped to, SJM............

Rasping, laboring breaths from both of [Fenrys and Aelin]. Aedion shifted so that Aelin could lean wholly against him, biting down on the weight it put on his already-swollen knee.

OH MY GOD WE REALLY ARE. I don’t give a fuck if Alien is a “”little tired :((”” from using her magic, FENRYS IS GODDAMN DYING. SJM STOP METAPHORICALLY SUCKING ALIEN’S DICK FOR ONE GODDAMN SECOND PLEASE.

Fenrys says that serving Maeve fufills the male Fae need to serve and blehhh its gross. But I don’t care, Gav decides to finally spill the beans on his backstory and HOLY SHIT I AM READY. GIVE ME THE CONTEXT.

Gav was a soldier who came from a noble family. Being the youngest of three brothers, he wouldn’t inherit or rule ever, so he became a soldier. That’s why Maeve took interest in him, and why he joined her.

[Gavriel] rolled his shoulders. Fidgeting. “I only hated [serving Maeve] once. Only wanted to leave once.” He didn’t continue. And Aedion knew what the unspoken words were. Aelin brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “You loved [Aedion’s mom] that much?”

I-I CAN’T BELIEVE... IN A SJM NOVEL... I’M FEELING EMPATHY AND SORROW FOR A MAIN CHARACTER....

So Gav fell in love with Assdion’s mom and was willing to attempt to break the oath to Maeve to run off with her. That’s just... so sad but so good for his character hhhhh Gav deserves the world........

Honor is my code,” Gavriel said. “But if Maeve had tried to harm either you or her, Aedion, I would have done everything in my power to get you out.

Shit, I’m such a sucker for this kind of parent/child relationship. Assdion also feels bad for being a dick to his father, so that felt amazing to read. Overall, this was a good scene. A lot is left unsaid and not jammed down our throats, but it clearly shows Gav was a selfless and as good a father as he could’ve been. Did someone break into the editing room just to patch up the scenes with Gav? Nameless editor, you are my hero.

Aelin pushed off Aedion at last, trying and failing to get to her feet. Aedion reached for her as the focus went out of her now-dull eyes, but Rowan was already there, smoothly sweeping her up before she kissed the planks. Too fast—she must have drained her reserves too fast, and without any food in her system.

Normally I’d bitch about poor wittle Alien’s feefees getting all the attention while there are men dying on the ship but whatever, that last scene put me in a good mood so we’re not complaining today, folks.

The chapter ends with Assdion keeping watch during the night with Lysandra. I can’t believe that chapter was actually decent and made me choked up... how will SJM ruin it? Let’s find out in chapter 48.

A low, rumbling growl sounded, and Dorian looked across the deck, to the prow. The witch was still there. Still tending to Abraxos’s wounds, as she had been all night.

P-PURE....WHOLESOME......Manon and Abraxos are truly a treasure in this dumpster fire of a novel....

Manon had not let anyone near him. Aelin had tried once, and when Manon snarled at her, Aelin had cursed enough to make everyone else halt, saying she’d rutting deserve it if the beast died. Manon had threatened to rip out her spine, Aelin had given her a vulgar gesture, and Lysandra had been forced to monitor the space between them for an hour, perched in the rigging of the mainmast in ghost leopard form, tail swaying in the breeze.

Manon: Hey so I have no reason to really trust any of you and you’ve made threats to me before, so don’t get near my only friend on this ship.

Alien: what a slutty bitch!! you deserve to have your only friend die!!! fuck you you bitch!!!!

Words cannot describe how much I hate Alien is there a scene where someone finally kicks her ass? Please I need it.

Dorito and Manon ““banter”“ for a while and I’m already falling asleep zzzz

[Manon] met [Dorian’s] gaze, as if willing him to see a century of all that she’d done. “I am not mortal. I do not play by your rules. I have killed and hunted men for sport. Do not mistake me for a human woman, princeling.” “I have no interest in human women,” he purred. “Too breakable.”

W.....what.....

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I READING

Is this a reference to Sorscha???? The healer who died rebelling against the evil king??

YOU CONSIDER THAT BREAKABLE. YOU CONSIDER HUMAN WOMEN WEAK AND BENEATH YOUR FEET NOW. SJM. YOU FUCKING, TYOU DHAHKFGDJFGS DHFAGJFD HDSFGJD

I AM SO FUCKING FURIOUS LIKE HOW, HOW IS THIS IN A YA SERIES. THIS IS GOING TO TELL YOUNG GIRLS THEY’RE WEAK FOR FALLING IN LOVE AND NOT HAVING SPECIAL POWERS LIKE MANON. WHAT THE EVER LIVING HOLY FUCK SHIT IS THIS.

FUCK YOU, SJM. FUCK. YOU.

“So you miscalculated,” Manon said. “So [the ilken] tracked you. Don’t get distracted with the minor defeats. This is war. Cities will be lost, people slaughtered. And if I were you, I would be more concerned about why they sent so few of the ilken.”

Manon is absolutely right, of course, but Alien shuts her down and everyone pats her on the ass for it. God I am fucking sick of the narrative bending over backwards to praise Alien for breathing.

Manon said a bit numbly, as if it was the first time she’d even spoken it to herself, “I am the last Crochan Queen—the last direct descendant of Rhiannon Crochan herself.”

Because literally nobody can not be royalty in this series. Average people from normal backgrounds rising up to do extraordinary deeds? Pfffft, nobody will read or like that. I am going to proceed to cling to my copies of the Lord of the Rings trilogy and cry now.

Two queens—there were two queens among them, Dorian realized.

And two princes - Rowboat and Assdion were described as princes for whatever the fuck reason - and a king, which is Dorito’s crusty ass. No wonder my favorite character, Gav, isn’t royalty, everyone who is is an asshole.

“Maybe [Maeve] told Erawan [that Aelin is alive],” Aedion said. Fenrys whipped his head to the general. “She’s never had any contact with Erawan, or Adarlan.” “As far as you know,” Aedion mused. “Unless she’s a talker in the bedroom.”

Great, so now we can add Assdion slut shaming Fenrys to the list of his sins. Oh, but since Fenrys is a guy, it’s played off as a joke because of course men can’t be slut shamed, tee hee! I fucking hate you, SJM.

Fenrys says something that makes Alien think of Baba Yellowlegs, a character in the carnival in Cr0wn of Midnight. Turns out she was a fortune teller who is now connected to this plot because SJM totally didn’t pull the Fae shit out her ass for H0F, nope!

Rowan knocked on the door of their private bathing room. [Aelin]’d locked it. Walked into their room, then into the bathing room, and locked him out. And now she was puking her guts up.

Indoor plumbing.....private bathrooms...... on a medieval ship..... they have functioning toilets......in the medieval century......

THIS GODDAMN WORLDBUILDING. So what goddamn time period is this in? Clearly its like medieval Britain, they have monarchies and castles, and use swords/arrows but then they have shit like toilets?? You have to pick a time period and stick to it, gdi, you can’t pick and choose!

Rowboat flips because she locked him out. Maybe she’s sick and wants to be left alone, fuck face??? Seriously he’s being so possessive and controlling this is not healthy!!!

Ten seconds. Ten more seconds seemed like a fair enough amount of time before [Rowan] crunched down on the handle and splintered the lock.

Holy fucking possessiveness. Batman! I fucking hate this asshole.

Rowan looked at the bucket [Aelin]’d half filled, then at her bloodless lips. At the sweat beaded on her brow.

Oh, so this means no toilets? Well, I suppose I’ll have to apologize a bit for my rant, but having private bathrooms is still dumb. later Rowboat sees that everyone has gone to shit on the nearby islands.

Eyllwe. Eyllwe was burning.

Greaaaaaaaat can’t wait to see how these people’s suffering is reduced to nothing but angst for Alien’s feefees......

#the worm talks #the worm reads: eos #anti sjm #anti tog #anti eos

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Pathetic, Clinging Poetry - Chapter 9 (of 25)

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I cross my legs, fold my hands, Straighten out my spine, Wear a skirt, gloss my lips, For a moment that won't come.

Yet here you sit, An effortless work of art With no need for sparks Just you, and you alone; And you're brighter than the sun But I can't close my eyes.

As Amethyst buried her face into her pillow, the sound of footsteps in the hallway reminded her just how late -- or early -- it was. Either Jasper was up and getting ready for work, or Pearl was up and moving around. She rolled over onto her back with a sigh, rubbing her sore eyes and ripping her headphones out of her ears. Not even her white noise playlists were enough to help her sleep, so she decided it was best to just get out of bed for the time being, even if it meant falling asleep in the middle of the day and being mocked by Jasper.

Amethyst rolled off of her bed and made her way towards her bedroom door, unlocking it and slowly pulling it open; she spotted a trail of light leading down the hallway, noticing that the curtains to the balcony door had shifted. 'Must be Pearl.' she thought with a yawn. Tying her hair up into a bun and popping a stick of gum in her mouth to freshen herself up, Amethyst slid the glass door open and peered out onto the balcony. "Morning, Pierogi."

Pearl flinched, turning back to glance at Amethyst. "O-oh, good morning!" Pearl said. The tone of her voice was clearly on-edge; she was leaning against the railing with a cup of tea in her hands, anxiously swirling it around with a small spoon. "You're up early."

"Didn't really sleep much." Amethyst shrugged, scratching the back of her head. "Insomnia can be a bitch."

"Oh, I know that feeling." Pearl said. Her gaze never left her cup of tea; Amethyst noticed it was completely full and not even steaming, and wondered how long Pearl had been stirring that cup or if she'd even drank from it at all.

"How'd it go with Rose yesterday?" Amethyst asked, leaning against the railing.

"Ah, it was wonderful... She was so happy to see me." Pearl's voice seemed to immediately perk up at the opportunity to speak about Rose. "And she was excited to finally receive the poetry book; she even reassured me that her husband wouldn't be uncomfortable with it." Pearl traced the rim of the cup with her finger, her expression dropping. "Right now, though... It's a little hard to be happy about that, because... well, she confirmed something I didn't want to hear."

Amethyst raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"She... really did abandon Jasper back in high school. And now she wants me to deliver an apology for her." Pearl sighed. "And... now I feel so foolish. When I had that fight with Jasper, I'd told her right to her face that I thought she was lying about the whole thing. Now I feel like I was being even worse than her..."

"Hey, you didn't know that, alright?" Amethyst placed a hand on Pearl's shoulder. "And with the way Jasper was acting, I really can't blame you for thinking she lied. You may have screwed up, I can't deny that, but... she's got no place to judge you either. Not after the way she acted to both of us."

Pearl took a sip of her now-cold tea. "I suppose you're right." she said. "I was never good at admitting when I was wrong... But I can't live with this tension anymore." She placed her cup of tea down on the railing, turning to Amethyst with a sad smile. "Does this kind of thing happen with you and Jasper?"

Amethyst snorted. "Like, every day. We fight over every little thing under the sun, but we don't... really make up afterwards. Just kinda act like it never happened a few hours later; we're too far up our own asses to admit when we're wrong -- and by we, I mean Jasper -- and ignoring it is the only way to keep this house from turning into a warzone." she sighed, resting her elbow on the railing. "But she can't hate me too much. Like I said, she lets me stay under her roof and eat her groceries and all that shit."

"So did my mother." Pearl regretted her words the moment they left her mouth. "I mean -- not that she's anything like my her. At least I hope to God she's not. That was a harsh comparison, but -- what I meant was, just because she does nice things for you doesn't mean there's no room for improvement."

"Hey, don't worry, you've barely told me anything about her, so I didn't think much of it." Amethyst reassured. "But... yeah, I getcha. I guess it's something I'll have to put up with until I move out. Which is probably, like, a hundred years from now."

Pearl smiled sadly. "I could say the same for myself. We're both pretty dependent on her for now, so I think it's best we both try to make things better, correct?"

"Blehh." Amethyst stuck her tongue out. "You're right, but I hate it."

Pearl placed a hand on Amethyst's shoulder. "I know. It might be easier if we talk to her together rather than approaching her individually."

"Blehhh..." Amethyst groaned even louder. "It's just kinda different because she's my sister, you know? She sees me differently than she sees you. Like, way differently."

"Yes, I know..." Pearl sighed, gently stroking Amethyst's back in an attempt to comfort her. "But that doesn't mean it's the right way. If she doesn't see you as a wonderful, talented, beautiful person, then her own sibling rivalry has blinded her, and she just needs to open up her eyes."

Amethyst huffed with amusement. "Pfft, don't try to flatter me."

"I'm not." Pearl smiled, her cheeks flushing as she rested her arms back at her sides. Even with her hair a mess and her eyes baggy from sleep deprivation, Amethyst looked serene in her own way as she gazed off into the neighborhood with her arms on the balcony railing. She had an urge to brush a strand of hair away from Amethyst's face, but restricted her temptation, feeling as if she'd already shown more physical affection than was necessary.

"Hey... you know, I don't have to go anywhere today. Perhaps we could do something fun to get our minds off this? Maybe something low-energy, like taking a walk by the duck pond, or watching a movie at home. That is, only if you're not planning to go back to sleep, of course! No pressure either way..." Pearl blushed a little, feeling silly for temporarily forgetting that Amethyst had been up all night.

"Hm... I think my best bet would be to stay up. Wouldn't wanna fuck up my sleep schedule even more than I already have." Amethyst said, standing upright and stretching her arms. "A movie might make me sleepy, though. Let's do the walk first, maybe feed some ducks."

"Alright, perfect! A-and remember there's no pressure, if there's something else you'd rather do, feel free to throw the idea out there!" Pearl said.

"I'll be sure to keep it in mind." Amethyst said with a wink. "Lemme change into something a lil less grubby and we can head out.”

Little fuzzy ducklings peeped as they paddled behind their mother, their webbed feet kicking the surface of the water. Pearl rested her arms against the fence, unable to resist cooing at the mere sight of them. "Aren't they just precious? I wish I could take one home..."

Amethyst ripped open a bag of frozen corn, grabbing a few kernels and tossing them in the ducklings' direction. "Yeah, they're cute little guys." she said, watching as they all hurried towards the corn and gobbled it right up. "You know, I've tried to convince Jasper to let me get a bird, but she said fuck no to that." Amethyst continued, rolling her eyes. "Said they smell weird and they're loud. I think she confused them with herself."

"Wow, harsh." Pearl chuckled, reaching into the bag for some corn. She pulled out a clump of kernels that were frozen together and carefully separated them with her fingers before throwing them to the crowd of paddling and quacking ducks.

"I'm joking, she probably showers more than I do." Amethyst snorted. She somewhat regretted saying it, however; not because it was mean spirited, but because it felt like they'd already talked about Jasper enough that morning. "Anyway, one of these days I wanna come out here with a canvas and just paint in front of the duck pond."

"Oh, that's a lovely idea! And maybe one day we could do one of our collaborations here as well!" Pearl flapped her hands with excitement. "Of course, I'm sure you probably want to come out here to paint and have some alone time, too -- so no pressure."

"Pfft, you kidding? We've only done one collaboration; don't even think for a second that I'm already sick of it."

"Technically only half of one, since I didn't quite do my part..." Pearl laughed awkwardly.

"Can't blame you; writing is hard." Amethyst said.

"So is painting!" Pearl said. "Though I guess we have our own talents, so it's probably not as hard for you as it is for me. I could never do abstract art... Whenever I draw or paint, I focus so much on making sure everything is neat, perfectly in place, not a single speck out of the lines, and I need it exactly how I pictured it in my mind. It took me hours to do coloring pages as a kid, and I drove my art teachers insane."

"I drove mine insane too, but for different reasons." Amethyst said. "I'd always draw all over myself with the markers. And once they banned me from using the markers, I started eating the crayons."

Pearl burst into laughter. "You sure sound like you were a handful."

"That's putting it lightly." Amethyst tossed a corn kernel up in the air; a seagull swooped down and snatched it right up. "Whoa, did you see that?"

"I did! You have excellent aim." Pearl remarked.

"Thanks!" Amethyst held the bag of corn up to Pearl. "Here, you wanna try it?"

"Alright, but I'll warn you my aim isn't very accurate..." Pearl blushed and reached in for another handful. She winded her arm up for a moment and then tossed it up into the air; the corn, however, somehow went in the opposite direction and bounced off the head of a stranger walking past, resulting in a distant "what the fuck?".

Pearl immediately turned around and hid her face, and Amethyst wheezed with laughter. "Damn Pearl, you could throw a rock at the ground and miss!" she cackled.

"I told you I had awful aim!" Pearl blushed, but she was unable to hide the smile spreading across her lips.

"Yeah, but I wasn't prepared for it to be that bad!" Amethyst wiped a tear from her eye and sighed once her laughter died down, giving Pearl a rough pat on the back. "You crack me up, Pierogi."

Still blushing, Pearl touched a hand to her cheek. "Ah... did you feel that? I think I felt a drop of rain."

"Nope. You sure it wasn't a splash from the pond?" Amethyst asked.

"I guess it could've been..." Pearl said, turning her attention back towards the ducks. She flinched as she felt another raindrop. "Ah, there it was again! I think it's startling to sprinkle."

Amethyst felt a few drops hit her face as well. "Eh, maybe you're right." she said, wiping them off with her sleeve. "Wanna head over to that bench?" she suggested, gesturing to a old wooden bench sheltered perfectly beneath a tree.

Sprinkling turned to full-on raining, and raining turned to pouring as the two hurried over to safety. "I should have brought my umbrella along..." Pearl sighed as she sat down. "Sorry, I should have planned this a little better."

"Don't worry, I don't mind chilling in the rain for a bit." Amethyst said, sitting down beside Pearl and placing the bag of frozen corn aside.

Pearl placed her hands on her lap, twiddling her thumbs. "Alright, that's good at least. I do enjoy watching the rain every now and then... It's just strange how suddenly it came on like that!" she remarked.

"Yeah, it happens." Amethyst shrugged, leaning back and stretching her arm across the headrest of the bench. Smoothing out her skirt, Pearl found herself scooting a bit closer to Amethyst, rubbing her bare arms. "Though I wish I'd brought my jacket, or worn longer sleeves at the very least..." Pearl commented.

"No wonder you're cold, you're such a skinny little thing." Amethyst sat upright and began to unbutton her red checkered flannel. "Here, wanna borrow this?" she asked.

"Ah, but won't you be cold in just your tank top?" As cold as she was, Pearl knew she'd feel guilty if Amethyst were to sacrifice her own comfort.

"Nah, I was actually getting kinda warm." Amethyst handed the shirt over to Pearl with a smile. "Promise, it's fine."

"Alright... Thank you." Pearl blushed, slipping her arms into the flannel; it was still warm from Amethyst's body heat. "That's much better... thank you."

"No problem, girlie." Amethyst said. She stretched her arms again and placed them right back where they were; as much as Pearl tried to keep her gaze forward, she couldn't help but turn her eyes towards Amethyst every now and then, noticing how her tank top hugged her figure. Pearl also found herself eyeing the dark body hair under her arms, and this observation alone made butterflies flutter in Pearl's stomach. 'Don't be creepy.' she thought, shaking off the thoughts that began to enter her mind.

"Damn, we still got all this corn left." Amethyst said, snapping Pearl out of her little daydream. "And it's almost thawed out. Maybe I can get the ducks to come on over here."

"Good idea!" Pearl said, her cheeks still lightly flushed.

Amethyst gently shook the bag in her hand, her gaze focused on a speckled brown duck straight ahead, huddled underneath a bush with her ducklings. She turned her head towards the bag of corn, but still didn't budge from the comfort of her nest.

"Damn. Guess they're not hungry." Amethyst shrugged, tossing the bag of corn to the side. "Or at least not hungry enough to get a little wet. Which is weird, considering they're always swimming."

A sudden honk frighted both Pearl and Amethyst out of their skin, and they turned to see a huge, fat goose had approached them.

"Aw, hell yeah!" Amethyst pumped her fist, while Pearl was still recovering from the shock of its dramatic entrance. Amethyst threw a handful of corn in the goose's direction, which he happily gobbled up. "Holy shit Pearl, I've never seen a goose this big! He probably gets fed three loaves of bread a day!" She shoved her hand into pocket and retrieved her phone. "I gotta take pictures of this chunky boy!"

"What a cute little guy! Well -- not little, but you know what I mean." Pearl shyly grabbed a handful of corn from the bag. Before she could even toss it onto the ground, however, the goose leaned right up and ate the corn straight from her palm. Pearl's jaw just about dropped to the ground, and she heard the 'click' of the camera on Amethyst's phone.

"This guy's got guts!" Amethyst cackled, and the moment the goose was finished Pearl whipped a mini bottle of hand sanitizer from her skirt pocket and poured an excessive amount onto her palm. "H-he sure is eager!" Pearl stuttered, her skin crawling as she imagined just how many germs that goose must have left behind.

"Here you go big guy; since the other birds are too pussy to come out in the rain, you can have the rest!" Amethyst said, dumping the remaining corn onto the grass. The goose honked happily and wiggled its little tail as it gobbled its snack right up. "Man, I think I'm gonna adopt this little fucker. I'm gonna name him Chumbo."

"Are you planning to take him home?" Pearl teased.

"Man, I wish! But that's probably some form of illegal." Amethyst said, taking one last picture of the goose before putting her phone away. "Besides, he's probably got friends. Maybe even a wife and kids."

"Or a husband and kids!" Pearl added with a wink.

"That's true, Chumbo is definitely a fellow gay." Amethyst grinned.

As Chumbo finished up his frozen corn and waddled off, the rain finally began to slow down. "Would ya look at that! I think our buddy here controls the weather." Amethyst said.

Pearl huffed with amusement. "Yes, of course! He only made it rain because he was grumpy about being hungry." she said, pulling herself to her feet and stretching. She re-adjusted the flannel on her shoulders. "By the way, are you feeling cold yet? This flannel is so comfortable, but I don't want to keep it away from you!"

"Not at all." Amethyst reassured, pulling herself to her feet. "Besides, you look super cute in it."

Pearl blushed and covered her cheeks with her sleeves so Amethyst wouldn't see how flustered she'd gotten. "Oh, t-thank you!" she said, unable to suppress the smile spreading across her face. She took in the scent of the flannel once again, letting out a silent sigh; she could tell Amethyst had put on some sort of perfume, but it was something very mild and natural that Pearl found rather comforting, even though she couldn't make out whatever the exact scent was. "Anyway, let's head home, shall we?" she suggested.

"Good idea." Amethyst shoved her hands into her jean pockets and led the way back to the sidewalk; as they headed towards the gates of the park, Pearl's heart was still pounding in her chest. 'Calm yourself! Don't look so deeply into such a small compliment...' she thought.

As the clouds began to clear up and the sun continued its journey through the sky, Pearl caught a glimpse of a faint rainbow in the distance. The ducks began to retreat from their hiding places, and a small family of them pattered across the sidewalk in front of Pearl and Amethyst. A comfortable silence fell between the two, and for the moment, Pearl was far away from all of her unwanted thoughts.

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rival-the-rose · 7 years

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I'm on mobile so no read more sorry you just have to scroll past my 3am angst

This week I got a beautiful handwritten letter from my ex written while she was doing awesome shit in Yosemite. It's all about "making our past part of our present" and "remembering the good things we had" and idk I can't stop thinking about it and composing possible responses and it's fucking me up more than a little. I think I need to go through the letter with someone else to make sure I'm interpreting correctly and not missing anything. But it's so deeply personal. She really got me through my rapes and I found correspondences from that time today so I'm kinda flashbacky and a little relapsey and generally overwhelmed. I know we can't be a thing, but it's so hard for me to even type "because she doesn't love me ". It shouldn't be this hard, it's been years, but it is and in a way it hasn't been years bc we've been big parts of each other's emotional lives even after the break up. Idk if I'm still this sick for real or just when my insecurities around her overwhelm me. I'm really wanting to restrict and overexercise right now and have already restricted when I haven't done that in months. I don't know how to solve any of this. Avoidance didn't really do the trick, and I don't want to lose her. I don't want to lose the progress and health and contentment I've gotten either. I think that working more on the really ingrained insecurities might help, but I'm so busy and don't have a therapist or the money for one and I can do it on my own but that's hard and I feel like I'd need it to be higher priority. Good for me though and could motivate with false hope but that's not good in the long run. Blehhh. emotions are hard why can't i just have someone who loves me the way i love them

#rape tw #ed trigger #ed tw #i can't remember how i tag for that #sorry #I'm a fucking catch why can't my brain let me move on to greener pastures

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nyrator · 8 years

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random silly venttt to help me relax before I go to bed

it got pretty long and pretty bluh feeling but it’s mostly just for me to clear my thoughts

not sure why I vent publicly to ease my mind but somehow it relieves pressure or something

but yeah been having these irrational feelings of just letting people down or turning people off or something lately

like one of those ‘everything I do is wrong’ feelings even when I know most of it isn’t, like I keep pushing people away without meaning to kind of thing

also mixed in with other things of bleh which to summarize

driving is hell and I am a failure at it. I drove for real for the first time Tuesday (by real I mean longer than five minutes in actual traffic), went around the suburb parts a bit, and just... blehh. Like I can drive okay, but like, it’s so stressful and no matter how much I try I can’t keep focus on the cars around me and feel so anxious behind the wheel. And when there are cars around me I start making mistakes and the anxieties keep happening and blehhh. Like I went home and as soon as I stopped like, I realized I was barely breathing at all and was extremely light headed and nearly fainted and was close to crying and blehhh

(and like, I’ve had an extreme fear of being in cars since I was a kid, I get car sick easily and I can’t pay attention to the road when other people are driving without feeling like I’m about to die)

of course since my mother fractured her hip she’s barely driving and I have to get rides with not-so-enjoyable people (like they’re nice but I’ve been late to work six times in the past two weeks because of having to rely on them, plus all they do is smoke and I can’t stand smoke between my general distaste for it and my asthma, and having to deal with it whenever I go to bed because my sister is a prick who smokes in the next room and blehh)

also her knee surgery’s at the end of the month and we’ll find out if she’ll get that leg amputated or not, meaning yeah I need to be able to drive by then. Her age or whatever’s also gotten to her, in which I can’t have a conversation with her because she doesn’t comprehend anything I say to her, she just blindly reacts without understanding (plus I think her hearing’s going, she’s only 61)

also work is work

like I could not have an easier job but it still tires me out

like tomorrow I work even more than usual, we’re decorating some guy’s office tomorrow (my first time going out and decorating, we made him these gorgeous bushes of purple and lavender hydrangeas and I want them), but I have to be there by 8AM (I usually work 10AM-2PM/5PM), plus we’re teaching an extra design class on Friday (teaching classes also makes me very anxious and now we’re getting like 16 completely new people instead of our usual regulars so that’s egh) so my schedule is

Monday 8-2 (then hang out with IRL friends which while good is very exhausting to me)

Tuesday 10-2

Wednesday 10-2

Thursday 10-8

Friday 10-8

Saturday 10-5

Sundays off

and like, I dunno, I keep feeling like I could be doing better at my job and that I keep letting the designer/manager down (she’s a bit stern and intimidating and I can’t even talk around her properly without feeling self conscious and slurring my words, I’ve been slurring my words a lot lately and I feel like my social skills are worsening and worsening), and there’s so many things that need to be done and I feel like I’m not helping make a dent in any of them and blehh (and then when there’s nothing to do, I feel extremely guilty that I’m just standing at a register doing nothing while the designer does all the work making things for the store)

but yeah like

social anxieties are awful and I feel like mine have just been worsening (like discord for example, I have one, and I can never instigate the message, and if I read the message late I feel guilty and don’t want to awkwardly message back late for some reason), or like friends will give my advice for things and I just don’t do it for whatever reason and eghhh it eats my mind up inside

also everything I post or draw or whatever I always have feelings of regret and blehhh, like “what do people think of me for making this”, and just indescribable feelings of guilt and disgust with myself with no reason. Or when I try to start a project and just... never finish it. It keeps tearing me up inside and I can’t stand it and just want to get the drive to finish something

it doesn’t help that my ideas all depress me usually, either a comic about my life (aka family abuse, bullying, and suicide attempts), or the you&me series (I love Yarn and Nyla with all my being but man their stories just bring me down, which sounds really vain in a way but writing depressing stories is hard). The console comic is one I want to make eventually that’s all good spirits and comedy and slice of life, but it’s also the one I have no story ideas in general and thus nothing to write.

but mannn my energy has just been an all time low lately, my diet relapsed and I barely eat any fruits or vegetables anymore, been eating more chocolate, and I can’t stir up any energy to exercise anymore. And the constant passage of time keeps getting to me, like, I look back for years and realize how fast time is going by and how little I’ve accomplished that I wanted to do, and how some things it’s getting too late for (cosplay for example, I feel like my body won’t be able to take the shape I want it to anymore and that my youth is finally starting to begin its decline) I keep looking in the mirror and seeing minor changes to my body and I want to throw up whenever I look at myself

and of course like I mention occasionally, death is like, always on the back of my mind. My chest has been bothering me for a while now (like months), I can’t tell if it’s my skeleton from how I lean, or my heart from how inactive I’ve been, and my family has such a history with bad heart problems that it terrifies me. A person who’s name I seen around this website died recently, and I can’t shake that off my mind either.

and of course the guilt and cringe feelings I’ll feel the moment I post this and people message me about this, but at the very least it get this load off my mind so I stop repeating everything in my head all the time and bottling it up.

Seriously, I’m really sorry for making people worry or sad or “ughhhh” or anything but typing is very soothing to me and so is venting

#text stuffs #nyrants #vent stuffs

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lowbrowanthro · 8 years

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Fun Fact: Limeys

Ok so, I had previously thought this was something explained to all kids. But then a few weeks ago I found out my roommate hadn’t ever heard of it, so now I’m thinking maybe it was just that my mother was especially into any fun facts that would encourage us to eat our fruits and vegetables. (Trust me, if you knew my mother and our requisite plate-of-salad-a-day childhood....)

And then, once I actually looked into the explanation of sailors and limes, it turned out that I didn’t know the whole story at all! (In line with that one Charlie Kaufman quote, everything’s always more complicated than ya thought.) So! Where did “Limey” as a slang term for a British person come from?

Welp, in the 18th century, long sea voyages were causing major issues for sailors whose teeth were falling out (both gross and, coincidentally, the theme of my most commonly reoccurring bad dream--a theme so popular that it has a dedicated website, blehhh). So leaders in the British Navy were (probably) like, “oh no something seems terribly wrong with our sailor dudes, let us investigate!”

(Their bad attitudes, bell-bottoms, and questionable impressment practices were another problem altogether.)

Surprise! Not eating fresh fruits and vegetables (my mother is shedding a tear somewhere) because you’re stuck on a ship with only, like, hard tack and rum to consume (probably) can lead to vitamin C deficiency and scurvy!

Weirdly, this should not have been news to anyone in the 1700s. British Navy surgeon James Lind gets credit for discovering the cure for scurvy because he did a scientific experiment about it, but including vitamin C-rich stuff like citrus fruits in one’s diet as a simple and easy way to prevent scurvy had been practiced for centuries (and arguably millennia) before the British Navy picked up on it and institutionalized the inclusion of citrus fruit juice in sailors’ diets.

But ok, eventually the Brits got with it and force-fed their naval crews lemon juice, and everyone was happier and healthier and had more teeth (yay!) But wait, you ask, lemon juice? Then why were they called limeys??? This is the part I didn’t know (read more here)! Turns out, the British harbored some citrus fruit confusion (citrusfusion? Sounds like a smoothie flavor) and “lemon” and “lime” were both used as collective terms referring to citrus fruit in general, kinda like how we consider red and green apples the same kind of fruit.

So as for the origins of “limeys”... the British sailors were often called “lime-juicers” (here we see the beginnings of the “limey” term). But more accurately, at first they were “lemon-juicers.” Aaand more interestingly, their citrus terminology confusion eventually ended up causing some major issues and setting medical knowledge back centuries. Womp.

The story is this: some Royal Navy guy (we’ll call him Dave) in the mid-1800s was all, “hey guys, these lemon-limes are working out super! But you know what would be better than importing the yellow kind of citrus fruit from our European neighbors?? Sailing to our own colonies in the West Indies and getting the green kind from there and using those instead!” And Navy leaders were like, “wow, growing fruit ourselves to trade to ourselves, it’s a win-win, great idea Dave” Except as it turns out, bad idea. Bad frickin idea, Dave. Using limes instead of lemons seemed all well and good at first, but it turns out that limes contain way less vitamin C than lemons (and the long cross-Atlantic shipping process wasn’t exactly beneficial to the lime juice’s healthy properties either).

God dammit, Dave.

No one really noticed the problem at first because technology and nutrition overall had improved to the point where scurvy was less likely anyhow, with voyages taking less time etc... BUT THEN at the end of the 19th century, long arctic and antarctic expeditions began... and scurvy reappeared. (oh no!) Even sailors who were drinking lime juice were getting sick on long arctic trips because the amount of vitamin C in limes wasn’t sufficient, and everyone was baffled and confused.

They started blaming scurvy on a host of other issues (including bacteria and rotten meat) since the whole idea of vitamins and vitamin deficiency hadn’t been developed yet. It was back to square one for scurvy prevention.

And this confusion lasted through the early 1900s! So many subsequent deaths could’ve been avoided with the extremely simple cure of just EATING FRUIT FOR GOD’S SAKE, a simple preventative technique that the Roman poet Virgil figured out back in like 25 B.C.E. Seriously.

But alas. Due to insufficient fruit terminology and a lack of scientific rigor, scurvy was a mystery again.

So as it turns out: science is hard, and apparently learning from history is even harder, and colonialism leads to bad ideas (thanks, Dave) and ruins everything. Boo! (Read a more extensive history of the confusion surrounding scurvy here)

But on the plus side, British sailors (and later British people in general) gained a (kind of cute, right?) fruity nickname. Moral of the story: when life (and your gross Navy diet) give you scurvy, make lemonade! (... I’ll see myself out.)

Final thought: in some cases “Limey” is apparently a derogatory term, which might make the most sense of all, considering that the smart way to go would’ve been to be a “Lemony,” and the use of limes instead was an unfortunate development... ah. The intricacies of fruit politics.

#history #anthropology #british #limeys #colonialism #disease #scurvy #bad ideas #etymology #sailors

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thesecretlifeofmerribethc · 5 years

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Playing catch up... AGAIN #StoryOfMyLife

3.30.19

- Manang and I cleaned the basement from 4 pm - 9 pm. I went with manong to taco Bell and got 4 chalupa boxes and a crunchwrap supreme. Manong bought those and manang sent the money for the frappes. Got home and ateeee

3.31.19

- Dad went alone to Taylor while mom stayed home cuz she was still sick. Sibs and I went to Warren and stopped by Kroger for plates and Tim Hortons for coffee. Service was quick cuz dad had work. Stayed with the kids who played different games on the Wii u while I played with Johanna, Mary grace, Jamison, and Kaleb. Left at 7 then went Oyaki and ate udon and some sushi. Got home

4.1.19

- did lots of laundry and tidied up the house, even cleaned manong's room.

4.2.19

- Mom knocked on our doors around 11 am saying we were leaving for Chicago in the afternoon. I got up and got ready only to find that dad changed his mind. Lol watched TV then put some stuff in the pilot. Then I just chilled in my room till 1 and went to the kitchen and ate scrambled eggs until it was time to go at 1:40 am

4.3.19

- Left early in the morning (1:40 am). Couldn't nap so I stayed up. Ate some breakfast then left. Navigated dad to the Water Tower Place parking lot while everyone slept. Arrived around 4 am, close to 5. Slept in the garage until 6 something then got my makeup on. At 7:50 am Marv Manang and I walked to the John Hancock observation building which entrance was right next to cheesecake factory! Walked around then had coffee at Starbucks. Finally went in line at 8:45 since we were so early (we were the first ppl there). Got up to the tower at 9:10. It was crazy!!!! Beautiful views. Manang and I were def scared 😂 Marv did the TILT which was so scary! After a bit manang and I finally got over our fear lol. After that we went down and met up with mom and dad atthe water tower. Walked across the street to check out Uniqlo. Then we walked a couple blocks to Moody theological seminary to visit Dr jelinik but he was busy. Walked back and had lunch at cheesecake factory (which btw was the first time we've eaten all day!! 11 am bruh!). Ordered a mac n cheese burger and it was delishhh. Got coffee from Starbucks (I got espresso and blehhh) and then drove to the hotel (Baymont inn and suites in Glenview). I fell asleep most of the way there. Checked in and everyone besides Marv and I took a nap. Ate some adobo and egg and rice. Manang and I then went to the Tous Les jours Bakery walking distance in front of the hotel. We loved all the desserts we got!! After that Marv and I worked out in the fitness center. Def was sweating! After that I ligo then slept at like 11😂 so tired!

4.4.19

- Rainy and colder today. Got up for breakfast and went down with dad and Marv first. After breakfast we got ready but dad and Marv slept lol we didn't leave until like 1??? Went to the Old Orchard Westfield outlet 17 min away. Ate at the California Pizza something and ehhh it was not that good. Mom and dad dropped us off and went to seafood city. Marv Manang and I walked around the outlet, checked off Zara then f21. Marv bought Manang and I sunglasses at f21. Checked a couple of other stores then had an iced caramel macchiato at Barnes and nobles. After that and a bit more walking we went to the bubble tea place. It was horrible. First of all, it was 4:30 pm. It opened at 10 am. I get it the girl said that the building had some problems so they were just opening but WHY BE OPEN WHEN NOTHING WAS READY OR SET UP????? And she wasn't even welcoming!! Like I'm sure she's frustrates but she didn't even greet customers or thank them for order or told them to have a good day. NOTHING. They didn't even have bubbles! Marv and Manang sadly got something and they were both bad. Anywho got picked up around 5. Got to the hotel and ate the chicken joy. Chilled and napped for a bit then worked out with Manang and Marv at 8:30 (btw Manang bought a cheap shirt from F21 so she can join Marv and I and she didn't see that the back said "Just Married" 😂😂). Definitely was sweating today too. Burned about 200 cal! Went up and ligo then slept at around 11 as well.

4.5.19

- Woke up early today! Woke up around 5, then fell asleep, then woke up at 7:20. Got ready and ate breakfast. Packed our stuff then checked out. Stopped by tous Les jours for more pastries (ugh bye money). Then we headed for seafood city where we were there for 2 solid hours. Then we went to joy Yee in Chinatown. Ordered 2 pho, a chicken dish, a beef dish with vermicelli for dad, and bubble teas. walked around China Town and Marv got a figured and a wooden sword. Then we finally left for home. Took 41 (Lakeshore Dr) to avoid traffic. Stopped by the rest area in new buffalo, got coffee from McDonald's, stopped by another rest area or two then got home at 11 something. Thank you Lord!

4.6.19 - oh boy woke up at 6:40 for the women's conference today. Left at 7:20 and picked up Tita emy. Got to the central bible church and found out we could've arrived at 9:15! But the extra time allowed us to drink coffee and eat some danishes. Conference was good and during lunch met Megan Line from memorial. Mom dropped Manang and I to Chloe's after lunch and we ate and watched infinity wars. Was starting Ragnarok but then left at 3:40 ish. Was so tired. Got home, stripped and went straight to bed lol. Napped for a good 4 hours. Manang and I watched some TV and dad then came out and cooked. Stayed in the living room for a little bit prepping for my Sunday school then bed

4.7.19 - church today! Felt like it went fast lol Chynna helped me with the kids today. Even had Gabe who cried but finally warmed up :) had a meeting with parents today as well. O the Ormeos came too! Played hide n seek with Johanna and Mary grace, then musical "chairs" with them and Stephanie. Left and stopped by McDonald's for fries n coffee. Got home, changed, then watched 2 episodes of 10 years with Miyazaki with Manang. Then we watched return of Superman

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