#it ALSO helps that i got my 2 points back for the assignment. apparently a lot of other ppl had a similar problem lol

[orcelito]

Finished my exam. It took me all the way up until the end bc it was like 25 multiple choice and then 5 big problems. Context model diagram, event analysis matrix, use case model, use case narrative, and activity diagram

Holy fuck my hand was dead. But I did a thorough job, so I think I did pretty great

[virtualcarrot]

[KKIR] Modern AU -Teaching Pains Pt2

Part 1

Prompt 2: Love Potion/TLC

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Konoha Middle-High School isn’t too shabby overall, but not enough that Kakashi doesn’t miss his office at Konoha University, which is cozy and remote and most of all private . Being a part-time presence at the school didn’t warrant assigning him a designated classroom, and he can’t help the unnerving feeling of being a sitting duck as he takes possession of a desk in a corner of the teachers’ lounge.

The feeling only intensifies when he hears the door open shortly after, followed by a sharp intake of breath.

He doesn’t need to look up to figure who it is. Nor can he keep pretending he didn't notice the presence when the newcomer comes to a stop by his desk, clearing his throat.

He greets the other man with his laziest, most heavy-lidded gaze. “Can I help you?”

Umino Iruka, for of course it’s him, wriggles in discomfort. To his credit, he also meets Kakashi’s single eye without faltering.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot last Friday,” Iruka says, holding out a takeout cup.

Kakashi eyes it briefly and doesn’t take it. He lifts an eyebrow, pointed and expectant.

Iruka’s quick to catch on.

“I got off on the wrong foot,” he utters through gritted teeth.

Kakashi greets the admission with a patronizing little nod that Iruka looks to be struggling with himself not to strangle him for. Notably though, he doesn’t retract the cup.

Kakashi decides to throw him a bone.

“And this is…?” he asks.

Apparently, that’s enough to fluster Iruka anew.

“Ah, uh, it’s for you. It’s… coffee. Just coffee,” Iruka replies.

Cute. And unnecessary.

“There’s a coffee maker right over there,” Kakashi notes, cocking his head towards the kitchenette on the other side of the room.

Somehow, his rudeness mollifies Iruka’s growing frown. The teacher bites his lip and winces, ending the whole sequence with an amused, albeit pained, smile.

“Yeah…” he says, drawing out the word. “You do not want to start your day with that sludge, trust me.”

“Trust you? Hmm, not a given.”

The annoyance flares right up. Iruka, it’d appear, is very skilled at scowling. Too bad for him that Kakashi doesn’t care nearly enough for it to affect him.

He props his chin in his hand and stares, as thankful as he often is that his customary surgical mask hides his features. It wouldn’t do to be seen smiling.

It doesn’t stop Iruka from narrowing his eyes.

“Listen here--Do you drink coffee?”

Kakashi rolls his head in a so-so moue. “Aaah. Sometimes.”

He’s very glad that he doesn’t startle when Iruka slams the cup down.

“Then take the damn coffee!” Iruka snaps, throwing a few sugar packets after it. His anger appears short-lived; when he speaks again, his voice is even once more, like he just needed to relieve the pressure to carry on. Interesting. “I didn’t know if you have any allergies, so it’s just plain black coffee.”

Kakashi glances at both packets before drawing his eye back to Iruka. He doesn’t say anything.

Iruka shuffles his feet irritably. “I’m trying to apologize here!”

“Are you?”

For a brief second, it’s like Kakashi’s witness to the swelling of a volcano. He could swear he feels the molten heat rising to the surface, the plumes of smoke and ash hissing as they gather in the air.

Then it all dies down and all that’s left is Iruka sheepishly rubbing the aged scar across his nose.

“Ah, no, you’re right,” he says with a self-conscious wince.

He marks a pause then folds into a bow, ponytail bouncing over his head. Frankly, it’s far more than Kakashi was expecting.

“I deeply apologize for my behavior last Friday, Kakashi-sensei,” Iruka declares all too formally.

And, well. Kakashi isn’t completely unreasonable. When Iruka straightens up, Kakashi meets his eyes and takes the cup for himself.

“It’s fine,” he admits with no little humor, “I’ve been told I can be… difficult.”

Iruka’s lips go pinched with the struggle not to pile onto the confession this early in their acquaintanceship.

He’s a funny one, this teacher.

Kakashi pops the lid off the cup and pulls down his mask, even though it reveals the lower end of his own scar and the half-sided smirk he’s been keeping to himself for most of this conversation.

The taste is a pleasant surprise.

He pulls back with a smile. “I’ll admit, this is good coffee.”

Iruka watches him a bit warily.

“So we’re good?” he asks.

“We’re good,” Kakashi says, and watches Iruka’s shoulders slump in relief.

“Good,” Iruka repeats, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Gotta get the classroom ready.”

And, just like that, the issue’s closed, no hint of lingering resentment anywhere.

“Sure,” Kakashi murmurs, somewhat bemusedly.

Taking a new sip of coffee, he watches Iruka stock his lunch in the communal fridge and pick a couple of pencils from the supply closet right by the entrance. After which he hesitates, does a quick count with his fingers. He notes down something on the ledger pinned by a magnet to the inside of the closet door and hefts a whole box for himself. Burdened as he is, he has to hip check the closet door to shut it, but doesn’t seem particularly bothered to be seen being quite so graceless.

It’s kind of refreshing.

“I don’t, by the way...” Kakashi calls out just as Iruka’s leaving.

Fumbling to adjust the box while holding up the door with his foot before it shuts on him, Iruka blinks back. “What?!”

“I don’t. Have any allergies,” Kakashi clarifies, raising the cup for emphasis from the safety of his isolated desk. “But unsweetened is fine. Just so you know. Next time you feel like blowing up, and then guilty over it.”

The storm is quick as ever to gather in Iruka’s eyes, and just as quick to abate with the light of understanding.

He pulls a face.

“You’re teasing,” he says at last, sounding resigned but also, dare Kakashi note, amused.

Kakashi grins at him.

“I think we’ll get along.”

-

Part 3

[onboardsorasora]

This literally popped up in my head after I finished that 'in the tags' post lmao. So....here's what no one asked for: Big CityTM reporter Dan and Country Boy Max

Daniel is a up and coming reporter for the local paper in the city. He had a really great breakout peace that garnered him a lot of attention from his peers and the editor in chief for his paper. The problem was that Daniel’s editor hadn’t wanted to run his story and a story got scrubbed last minute.

To punish him for being good, Daniel gets assigned to interview this guy a few towns over who claimed to see an UFO. Daniel’s livid, he knows whats going on but he can’t say no. He’ll go to this stupid town, interview this guy and write a fucking thesis on the sighting. 

So he goes, jumps in his Raptor that was a bit of a splurge but it makes him happy. He pulls up to this smaller town by about lunch time, the address he’s given is this almost cabin like house on the edge of a cattle farm property.

He knocks on the door and this older man with a punchable face opens it, Daniel recognises the ‘the fuck do you want?’ face immediately. He gets it a lot as a journalist.

“Good afternoon, my name’s Daniel Ricciardo. I work with [insert big city newspaper here]. I’m here to ask about the sighting?”

Eventually he meets Max after Jos grumbles for a bit and complains about ‘fuckin aliens’. Daniel thinks Max is cute, in a very stocky country strong type of way. But he’s also about to interview him about seeing a UFO soooo …yeah.

Max has them walking around the edge of the farm and is talking to him about the sighting, that it was a weird light in the sky, no sound, no wind, some kinda pressure in the atmosphere that made the animals spooked.

Daniel picks up that Max doesn’t truly care about the whole UFO aspect of it all, he just cared about how it affected the animals. So Daniel tells him, like he gets it, its kinda weird but theres not really a story here.

“What? Because I didn’t get taken on their ship and fucked in the ass its not a story?” Max was deadpan and Daniel was shocked for 1.5 seconds before he bowls over laughing. He doesn’t see it, but Max is cheesing that he made him laugh. 

“I wasn’t the only one to see it, you can ask Alex.”

In journalism, 2 sources are more concrete than one, so against his better judgement, Daniel agrees to meet this Alex. Turns out there were several people who admitted to seeing the same thing Max did and Daniel’s still skeptical but he’s aware that something must have happened.

His investigative journalist brain has been pinged, he has an itch to get to the bottom of this. So he calls up his editor and says hes staying out there for a few more days. He books a room in the motel nearby.

He and Max end up spending a lot of time together because Max was his first point of contact and knew everyone in the town. He could wrangle people and animals. Daniel’s also realizing that the longer he spends around Max the more he’s captivated by him. He truly wasn’t the dumb farm boy Daniel had initially pegged him as.

At the same time, Daniel is knee deep in all sorts of secrets about this town. His UFO story gained like three extra branches because this town has apparently been a hot bed for weird activity. And he enlists Max to help him sort it all out.

They’re working late one night in Daniel’s hotel room looking over maps and they kiss for the first time. They have sex in Daniel’s room surrounded by books and maps of the town’s history.

Daniel eventually goes back to the big cityTM and writes a killer of a story that gets a place on the front page with spillover on page 4. He gets a lot of interview requests and his career takes off. He gets invited on an interview in another big city for a nationwide news agency and bumps into Max who looks good. Daniel can’t help but think how nicely he cleans up. 

They’re interviewed together and they kill it and people love their chemistry or whatever people look for in interviews. Daniel invites Max for dinner and they have sex in Max’s hotel room. And then they get together and live happily ever after.

[spunchthegoblin]

Review of each IB class as an international baccalaureate diploma haver (IB is just AP but more european)

HL English - One of the less stressful classes. I like reading and writing, I remember finishing assignments earlier than expected. I got a 5

Oral exam - Did this in junior year, I did it on V for Vendetta (the movie) and Small Gods by Terry Pratchett because I was smoking fucking crack apparently

Paper - I barely remember this one, I think I did it on Ajax. Easy

Exams - Easy shit. I even had time to draw on the back

HL History - Having a good teacher helped. Not caring about WW1 did not help. I got a 5

Paper - Actual garbage. Worst thing I've ever written. Wrote it in junior year then had to edit it a year later and it was so bad

Exams - More stressful than the english ones, my hand fucking hurt, still had time to draw on the back because I'm the goat

SL Biology - Yayy :3 aminals and cell :3 slime :3 (I got a 5)

Paper - did it on slime mold hehe. Make sure you have your plan together early on in this assignment in case you need to order materials

Exams - If you make up enough things about science you might accidentally stumble into the right answer!

SL Math - I'm one of those sick fucks who like math. If you're a normal person then I'd consider getting a tutor to lessen the stress. I got a 5

Paper - finished this in like 2 days easy

Exam - Literally fuck my entire life

HL Theatre - If you're willing to embarrass yourself, lie, cheat, and steal, then this is an easy HL class. I got a 5

Papers - there's no exam for this class, only papers and recorded performances. The directors notebook was fun (didn't require any acting, I could draw pretty pictures). The research project was ok, make sure that your subject has more than one source describing it (I did mine on Kabuki theater so pretty easy). The group project... I don't want to think about that. The solo project was almost fun I got to writhe on the floor like a worm.

SL Spanish - literal dante's inferno type journey. I got a 4

Oral exam - on GOD don't be autistic

Exams - If I had a gun I'd kill myself

Extended Essay - don't forget to have fun and be yourself :) I got a D. If I could pass with that dogshit essay then SO CAN YOU!!

CAS - If you're bad at lying on IB assignments at this point I don't know how to help you. I actually don't know if they grade this? I'm not checking

CAS project - Make sure to do this completely last minute ok? :3

CAS presentation? - The thing you record all your CAS stuff on. People say that the Service part was the most difficult but that was easy for me since my town has a lot of volunteer opportunities, yours does too if you look hard enough. I had trouble on the Active because I do not go outside.

Ok I think that's everything but just make sure that you get deeply invested into a new video game two weeks before the exam this step is crucial also make sure you get into a college that only accepts 45 of your IB credits even though you got 55 LITERALLY KILL YOURSELF WESTERN WASHINGTON SUCK MY BALLS

[tomtenadia]

Stranded - part 2

Here we go with part 2. I have the final part in the works. This will be a super fluffy fic...

PART 1

Rowan left the hotel and huddled in his coat. He hadn’t done a Terrasen run in winter in a while and had forgotten how harsh the winters could be. According to the hotel staff -10C was mild for them and said that at the beginning of December the temperatures would easily plunge as low as -24C.

Aelin had given him a meeting point and the staff had helped him with how to get there. Almost giddy, he stepped outside the hotel and his nose lifted up. The sky was the deepest blue and the air smelt fresh and crispy. It was a wonderful scent.

The subway was packed and slowly he navigated the station until he got to his platform.

He was glad Aelin had offered to be his guide. If it wasn’t for her he would have just spent the day at the hotel and ordered room service. Aelin had been right, he visited new places but never bothered much to really explore. Now he wanted to and it was all thanks to the woman he had met at an airport. In the span of twenty-four hours she had made him realise that perhaps it was time to stop being his usual cynical self and try to crack a smile from time to time. What had she done to him?

He chuckled lightly and finally got off the subway and stepped out of the main entrance and the centre of the city appeared in front of him. Lights and decorations were everywhere. Aelin had explained to him that Terrasen was big on the Solstice, their main holiday and the winter festival would start at the end of November and continued until the beginning of January.

Aelin had promised to meet him at the exit of the subway so he stood there and kept an eye for her. It was five minutes later when he saw her walking hurriedly towards him. A smile appeared on his face. She had a woolly hat that resembled an elf, at the sides it even had arms. She was cute. More than that. The smile she gave him as soon as she spotted him almost took the air out of his lungs.

“You made it.”

She had a big scarf wrapped around her neck and elf gloves. Her cheeks were flush from the cold and at the sight something fluttered in his stomach.

“I did, and I am all ready to explore.”

Aelin stepped in front of him and tightened his scarf “You are not used to this cold,” then she noticed his hands “No gloves?”

He shook his head.

“First mission of the day: we are getting you gloves.” She took his hand and pulled him and Rowan was happy to follow her wherever.

Twenty minutes later they left the shop and now he was sporting a set of warm gloves almost matching hers. He was wearing elf gloves and didn’t even feel silly. Aelin was doing a number on him.

His hand folded around hers “Lead the way.”

She gave him the most beautiful smile and he admitted that he’d do anything to see her happy.

A moment later, he paused and thought about the strange feelings budding in his heart. They had known each other for only two days, how was it possible? He had felt giddy when he was assigned to the Terrasen flight. The crew had even asked him how it felt to fly his girlfriend home.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not realised that Aelin was talking to him.

“Hm?”

“I was saying that we can have breakfast now at my favourite cafe, if you like.”

Rowan nodded. Together they walked through the packed streets and Aelin told him all about the old part of Orynth. Apparently there was also an amazing bookstore that they had to visit.

“Here we go.”

The place was called Emrys and it had a cozy vibe. It was all in wood and Rowan loved it as soon as he stepped in.

“Aelin?”

He watched her interact with the owner as if they were old friends and was positive a stupid smile had appeared on his face.

Looking around he spotted a table near the window and sat down. Aelin had told him she was going to order and pay for the drinks. He tried to protest but she had been stubborn.

Ten minutes later she came back with a tray in her hands “Mind if I sit here?”

He rolled his eyes in fake annoyance “if you really have to.”

“I got you a black coffee and a cinnamon roll. Emrys’ are the best ones you can get in Orynth. His pastries are divine.”

Rowan looked at her drink and chuckled “Is that a unicorn hot chocolate?”

Aelin shook her golden curls “no, just a good old fashioned winter festive hot chocolate. No unicorns were used in this drink.”

“Do you come here often? The owner seems to know you well.”

Aelin lifted her head from her drink and Rowan smiled at her chocolate moustache. Why all of a sudden his brain sent images of him kissing her? What was happening to him? With a napkin he gently removed the chocolate.

“When I was still in Orynth I would come here all the time and once I moved I’d visit every time I was in town. It’s my magical place.”

Rowan nodded and took a bite of the cinnamon roll. Aelin was right. It was divine.

“What does Wendlyn celebrate in December?”

“We have Yulemas on the 25th.”

“Do you get to be at home?”

Rowan drank his coffee “Most times. But sometimes I am on a long haul flight and I can’t get back in time, so crew and I just have a party at the hotel.”

“That sucks.”

He shrugged, he was used to it.

“Do you have a big family? Do they miss you on Yulemas?”

“I am an only child. My parents live in the countryside, and I live in Doranelle.” He explained “but our clan is vast and I have a gigantic number of cousins and sometimes my uncle throws a huge party at his estate.”

“That sounds amazing.”

Rowan chuckled “It is, and I usually gain a few kilos in the span of two days. Cooking is a big thing in my family.”

“I love Wendlyn food,” she exclaimed happily “I got obsessed with it while I lived there.”

He paused and stared at her “how…” another pause “how does it feel to be back?”

Aelin lowered her mug “I missed it. Yes, it was my choice to move away for a job, but when all fell apart I started missing my friends and family especially when I fell into deep depression and Chaol ignored me.”

“What a prick. I mean, you went through something heartbreaking and instead of being at your side he was busy screwing another woman? What a bastard.”

Aelin’s blue eyes landed on him and in that instant it was as if she was looking in his soul. That’s also when her hand moved to cover his and gave it a gentle squeeze “you are not as bad as I thought at the beginning.”

He rolled his hand and grabbed hers, squeezing it back.

*

After breakfast, Aelin dragged him to the bookstore and Rowan knew someone would have to drag him out by force.

“Aelin, this place is…”

“Incredible, isn’t it?”

He nodded and with her hand in his they walked under the door that looked like a thick tree branch. He hadn’t left her hand since they left the cafe. A part of him did not want let go at all.

“This is the fantasy section.”

He started walking along the corridors looking at books.

“This,” Aelin walked to him with a book on her hand “I edited this. It’s a really good one, and by the way, I am really picky.”

Rowan smiled and took it from her hands “well, I need to buy it now.”

She hummed happily and he stared at her walking along the rows of books. She was a force of nature and with each passing moments he felt dragged to her a little more.

“Do you work on fantasy books only?”

Aelin flicked a book in her hands “I have done some general fiction ones for a smaller company, then tried sci-fi but eventually I landed the big gig with fantasy.”

“Do you have a new job lined up here in Orynth?”

“No,” a wicked smile appeared on her face “my friend Lys and I are planning on opening our own bookstore. One that supports mostly small and indie authors. Thanks to my contacts it should be okay. We will sell bigger names too, of course.”

He listened to her in fascination.

“There is a location near the Florine, our main river, that is a sort of artist corner of the city. It is full of independent craft shops, artists galleries and Lys and I think that it lacks a bookstore. It’s a very popular area.”

“Can we go there tomorrow?”

The smile she gave him was as bright as the sun.

*

Aelin was ready for another day of exploring with Rowan. The previous day had been perfect. They had spent almost all of the afternoon in the bookstore and Rowan possibly splurged a nice chunk of his salary on books and she was amazed when he listened to all of her suggestion. It had given her fuzzy feelings. She went as far as to admit to herself that she had started to like the man a lot. The previous day she had managed to discover a part of him that he had carefully hidden at the airport. He was a caring man. And an avid reader. He had been fascinated by her job and bombarded her with questions and in return she did the same. They had settled in a nice friendship and a part of her was sad at the idea that he was probably meant to fly again soon. This was a brief and unexpected layover.

The previous night she had talked to her mum and explained what was happening with Rowan. Evalin had asked her if she was falling for Rowan but Aelin shook her head. How could that be? They had known each other for only two days. 

“Your father and I married after six months, and almost forty years later I still love him.” Her mother had told her. Maybe what happened with Chaol had hardened her, but her mother was right. Sometimes love at first sight happened and worked too. 

Maybe he is not even interested, reminded her the rational part of her brain.

A shrug and she finished getting ready to go out again.

Rowan met her at the metro station in the centre as agreed and then they both rode the tram all the way along the Florine. When they stepped out Aelin noticed his expression of delight at the sight. It was a colourful and interesting part of the city with old buildings in exposed brick stones.

“Come, I’ll show you the location we are thinking about.”

Aelin took his gloved hand and smiled internally. He still had her the elf gloves she bought him.

As they walked, she gave him a rundown of all the shops and eateries present and he followed happily. She finally reached a closed up store in a corner of a busy square. All around it had cafes with colourful awnings, a music shop, a deli, a few small restaurants and some clothing shops.

“That’s the shop.” She pointed at the location “Lys’ husband is a lawyer and is helping us in placing a bid to actually win it.”

“It’s in a lovely location.”

“Are these cafes any good?”

“They are, but we are going somewhere else.”

Aelin took his hand once more and they went round the corner and entered a cafe - The Oakwald, and he loved it had a slight forest/nature them. It exuded a sense of peace.

“What are those?”

Aelin turned her head towards the wall with painting of the Little Folk “Oh, they are the Little Folk. Spirits who live and protect Oakwald forest. As a kid you are taught that when you go in the woods you should leave offering to them near boulders.”

Rowan chuckled and Aelin loved the sound.

“We take our nature very seriously and Oakwald has a protected status.”

“I love that.”

They sat down outside on the patio and Rowan was impressed by the fact that it was not cold. The outdoor seating area had heaters and it actually felt nice. In front of them the Florine ran lazily and Rowan loved the moment.

Aelin removed her hat, gloves and coat and tackled the menu “the food here is delicious.”

Rowan sat opposite her and then took her hand.

“Aelin I…”

She look at him pause and a sense of dread surged in her.

“I have to fly back tomorrow.”

Aelin’s heart sank. She knew it was going to happen but was trying to ignore it. 

She felt his hand cup hers “The crew manager had to reshuffle all the shifts. The storm caused a bit of a mess. I am not sure when my next Terrasen run will be.”

She nodded in silence. Why she felt like crying? She did not want him to go.

“It’s okay.”

“Aelin…” she saw his hand pull a wild lock of hair behind her ear “I had a good time. And I wish…” she saw him pause and then sigh “it was the best layover I ever had. Thanks to you.”

“You have my number…” was all she managed to say.

“I will annoy you to no end during my down time in an airport.”

Aelin laughed at that “Please do. I want to hear al of your rants.”

They spent the day together until after dinner Rowan confessed that he had to go back to the hotel and get ready for the next day. They had separated with the promise of seeing each other again when he was in Terrasen.

*

Rowan was in his room and was packing all of his belongings when sadness hit him. His time with Aelin had been perfect and special and now he was positive that the emotions he had were actually feelings for her. Big damn feelings. As soon as he was back he was going to bid for as many Terrasen runs as he could and try and spend every possible moment with the woman that in the span of days had somehow stolen his heart and his soul.

Before he went to bed he texted her and when she replied he let himself fall asleep.

*

Six months later

Rowan stepped out of the cockpit, said his goodbyes to the crew and with a spring in his step he moved quickly out of the tunnel and into the airport. Outside on the concourse he flagged a taxi and gave him the address. 

He hadn’t seen Aelin in three weeks. His job had taken him all over the place but never closer to her and he missed her. In the months since the storm they had kept in touch on a daily basis and he had managed to fly to Terrasen a lot thanks to his colleagues swapping with him. Three months prior he and Aelin had finally decided to get serious and put a label on their relationship. Long distance had been tough but they had endured. In the meantime Aelin and Lysandra had worked on their project and that was the day of the bookstore   launch. He was so excited for her. She really had worked hard.

The taxi stopped, he paid the driver and got off. Rowan was still wearing his uniform and carrying his suitcase. He wanted to see Aelin so badly that he had decided to forego the stop at his hotel. Plus, she loved him in uniform.

Throughout the months, Aelin had sent him a photographic update of the bookshop so he knew what to look for. The place had balloons outside the main door and guests crowded the entrance. On his visits he had met her friends and knew that she was very close with Lysandra and Elide. The former was the one who spotted him first.

“Rowan, you are here. Aelin is inside.”

Once inside, he admired the store. It was even better than the photos.

One moment his feet started moving towards a bookshelf, the next a blonde tornado was in his arms. The familiar smell of lemon verbena hit his nostrils as her hair landed on his face. His arms wrapped around her “Hey Fireheart.”

“You are here.” She looked up at him and Rowan all of a sudden felt at home.

“Give me the suitcase, I’ll put it in the office.” She ran away and came back a moment later.

Rowan pulled her close and kissed her deeply. A hum left her mouth.

“I missed you so much…” his forehead touching hers “The past three weeks have been hell.”

She snuggled against his chest and for a moment it was just the two of them.

“The shop looks amazing.”

She looked up at him and stole his captain cap, placing it on her head “Lys and I are very proud.”

The guests started to gather and Aelin passed Rowan to Elide while she and Lys prepared for the inauguration speech.

“They have done an amazing job, haven’t they?”

Rowan turned to the brunette woman with a wide grin “Indeed, the shop looks amazing.”

“So, are you staying for long this time?”

Rowan shook his head and went back staring at Aelin “just a quick visit.” And he hoped Elide did not notice his tiny smile.

Rowan chatted with Elide then, eventually, excused himself and started wandering around the shelves. At the fantasy section he went browsing and was intrigued by the selection of titles. Within five minutes he already had three books ready to be bought.

And that’s where Aelin found him.

“Do you like my selection?”

At her voice he turned “impressive indeed,” he lifted the books “and dating a woman with a bookshop might ruin me.”

Aelin closed the distance and buried her face in his chest, a heavy sigh leaving her.

Rowan squeezed her tight.

“How long are you here, this time?” He had not missed the pain in her voice.

“What if…” he teased her and Aelin’s eyes locked on him.

“Ro?”

“How would you feel about having me being around a bit more?”

Aelin pulled back “what do you mean? You don’t have to give up your job.”

Rowan chuckled and pulled her back in his arms “No, silly…” a soft kiss on her head “a friend of mine who flies for Terrasen airlines told me about a pilot job.”

Aelin squealed. They were in a quiet corner of the shop and in that instant she did not care about guests “And?”

“I had an interview about a month ago. I was in Orynth for a quick layover.”

“You were here and did not tell me?”

He sighed “is that what you fix on? It was a five hours layover. I barely had enough time for the interview and then away again.”

“Rowan, you are killing me.”

The laugh that left him was almost as carefree as she had the power to make him feel “I got the job. I have one last week, then I will be based in Orynth.”

Aelin threw her arms around his neck and kissed him “no more long distance?”

He shook his head “I might have the odd long haul, but I am not expecting anything more than one day layover.”

“Ro… are you sure?” She did not want him to sacrifice something he loved.

“Pay is still good, with the added bonus that I can be with you.”

“We can find a flat together. I think I am ready to move out of my parent’s house.”

Rowan gave her a genuine grin “that was going to be my next question. I will need to find a flat. Will you move in with me?”

Aelin’s arms wound around his waist and Rowan wrapped her too.

“I love you,” Aelin’s words were a whisper against his lips.

He kissed her back then pulled away “come on, your guests are expecting you to do the honours.” He pretended to push her away “I have more books to buy,” his hand reluctantly left hers.

Aelin gave him a sweet kiss and walked away with a big smile on her face.

Rowan stood in a corner of the fantasy section and admired her from distance as she interacted with all the friends and guests they had invited. He was proud of her.

Six months ago she had been an annoying woman who sat at his table during a snow storm and would not let him alone.

Now he could not think of being away from her. 

For her he was ready to upend his life and move to a land of unforgiven winters.

A storm had brought them together and he wished they could withstand together whatever fate threw at them.

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[acaplaya-musings]

Not-Fully-Human Voiceplay AU (part 2)

(Yeah so I was originally planning on posting this either the same day of or the day after the original post, but turns out I had a lot more thoughts than I first realized, and typing it all became trickier than first expected, and I realised I was overthinking things just a little and this is supposed to be fun) A follow up to this post that's basically "what if Geoff wasn't actually 100% human (and neither are Layne and Eli), with me adding elements of magic/fantasy to the real-life story of Voiceplay so far (some of it anyway - I don't claim to be an expert and this is not a flawless/fully fleshed-out story or whatever, it's just a mostly-coherent collection of ideas that my brain came up with, and it's just a bit of fun really). Go look at Part 1 if you haven't already, then click the Read More to keep reading!

When 4:2:Five's original beatboxer, Scott Porter, left the quintet [to become an actor], Layne was more than happy to take over the role. He was shown the ropes of beatboxing by Geoff [true], and was a fast learner, especially when he started to have fun with it.

The lineup of the group changed a little, and 4:2:Five became Voiceplay, which brings me to...

Eli: [I don't know when exactly he joined the group but I'm guessing it was at some point after the name change.] Human who keeps getting reincarnated after death. Started out in the Norse/Viking era (that's as far as his memories go back anyway), was a travelling bard during the Middle Ages, rode on pirate ships here and there during the Golden Age of Piracy, and was in a rock'n'roll band for a while in the early 2000s [true, though I don't know the exact years he was in the band for], before finding his way to Voiceplay.

Eli is, by and large, mortal (on a physical/physiological basis at least), though he often seems to have a little less need for air while singing than the average human [no seriously go watch VP's Part Of Your World mini]. And he's of course a bit more knowledgeable about certain parts of history than most, but don't expect him to help you with any history assignments ("you probably can't remember everything that happened in your life, let alone when, but you think I can keep all my lives straight and chronological in my head? Please."

Now I can start getting into the interesting bits, like the matter of subharmonics! First of all, here are the genuine reality facts that I know: Geoff stumbled across a video talking about subharmonics and how to do them while touring with the rest of Voiceplay. I don't know exactly when this was or even what part of America they were currently in at the time, but I also know that the first video that he used subharmonics in was a Twenty One Pilots mashup video that VP did with Kurt Hugo Schneider on his channel, which was released in November 2016. Now here's how I'm explaining things, using the lack of other specifics to my creative advantage:

I really wanted to have Geoff have some sort of association with earthquakes, because well, y'know, and after doing some snooping around on Wikipedia, I discovered that a magnitude 5.8 earthquake occurred in Oklahoma in September of 2016, and it's apparently the strongest earthquake ever recorded in the state.

Maybe it was just a "regular" earthquake, maybe it wasn't, but one way or another, it unlocked something deep within Geoff (who was in Oklahoma at the time while touring with Voiceplay), and though the ground did not in fact swallow him whole, the rumbles and vibrations sent him a message; he was still no ordinary human being, and constantly trying to act like one was only wasting his potential.

(I know the common trope is "half-human half-fantasy-being comes into their abilities when they enter puberty or first reach adulthood", but that doesn't really fit with the "real" timeline here, and I've got my own explanation, though it may seem a bit contrived).

Geoff would have been 36 when this happened, his birthday being a couple weeks earlier in August, and hear me out: half of 666 (the demonic/'devil's' number) is 333, and what do you get if you add the second and third individual digits together in the number? 36! (insert It's Always Sunny meme here)

So Geoff and the guys are rehearsing in the tour bus one day, like let's say the day after the earthquake, and suddenly Geoff hits a low note that he's never hit before, without barely even trying, and it sounds... different.

Earl: "Woah, that was impressive! What did you do?" (Earl is still human, but knows The Truth, given that he went to school and college with both Geoff and Layne) Geoff: "Currently, your guess is as good as mine."

In this universe, Geoff's subharmonics (which Eli ends up nicknaming "subterraneans") are different to the human equivalent of them. Think of it like a world where magic-users (witches/wizards/warlocks/etc) exist, but there are still ordinary humans that can do "stage magic" using special props, trick items, sleight of hand, etc. So the Youtube video on subharmonics is used as a cover story/explanation, which then makes it easier for Layne to convince Geoff to start using them in their song covers. Layne reasoned that the collab with Kurt Hugo Schneider was the perfect opportunity to properly try them out in a video, because if Geoff wasn't fully content with the final result, it didn't matter as much, as it wasn't going to be on their own YouTube channel anyway, and it could just be explained as a special "gimmick" or the like.

As it was, Geoff didn't do a subharmonic/Subterranean on camera again till months later, the following year [the earliest sub I can identify in one of Geoff's vocal lines on a Voiceplay cover is Daddy Sang Bass]. And well, the rest is history!

Right, enough linear narrative stuff, time for various headcanons and stuff that inspired me to make this in the first place!

Maybe the decision to grow his hair long was in some way connected to his true nature, maybe it wasn't, but one way or another, it went neatly hand-in-hand with Geoff's shift to "insane bassmaster 3000" that lured in new fans and had pre-existing fans loving him even more.

All the stuff about Geoff calling himself "old and boring" or "a baritone with a bass range"? Yeah it's a cover; a personal attempt to make himself seem like a "normal human", kinda like Clark Kent attempting to avoid any possible suspicions of him being Superman whatsoever. (A lot of Geoff's fans think he's way too humble, if not just in a whole lot of self-denial).

Occasionally, when Layne arranges a cover for the group, Geoff will see his part and be like "there's no way I can sing this", but not because it's too difficult, but because he believes it to be pushing the limit of believability just a little too much in regards to appearing/acting human (he can occasionally be persuaded though, like with that glorious ~15 second B0 Sub in Valhalla Calling)

Alien!Layne, though, has no such qualms about showing off his full vocal abilities, and will make vocal percussion look like literal child's play (see: the These Boots Are Made For Walking mini for Layne being absolutely unhinged). Sleigh bell noises? Sure! Bubble sounds? Easy! Inhaled bass? Pretty uncommon for humans to do it, but heck, let's hit an A0 while we're at it! (Sh-Boom).

Geoff, however, would be lying if he said he didn't also get into the spirit of fun and theatrics from time to time, and well, after the massive response that Oogie Boogie's song got, there was really no turning back

Oh and finally, J None also finds out the truth, but Cesar hasn't yet. The others swear that they will sooner or later, they just "haven't found the right opportunity yet".

I could go on, but I think I've typed enough for the time being, and if literally anyone is interested in this and wants to talk to me about it, I'm down! But that's all for now! I'm out!

[wytfut]

A whiners report, POV.....

Greetings all..... at this very moment in time.... I'm recooping from again another back surgery. To no ones fault, even my own suppose. Time take its toll.

This time has been a journey, more involved than I ever thought would happen to me ever again. I feel at times that my medical incidents seem a bit slanted towards me at times as in picking on me. But thats just my POV. I'm sure it is not.

I won't mention my surgeons name, as I like the guy and I think everything that has happened most likely was out of his hands, and he is very good at his craft. But other than Being very hands on with every patient, he doesn't have a lot of control over what happens to his patient. And so it is....

My medical issues have spanned mostly from 2000 to now. 4 hip surgeries, 2 carpal tunnel, a blood clot incident, a heart attack, and previous back procedures.

My father couldn't handle any morphine products and accordingly, we'd tell hospital personnel, who pretty much ignore us. He'd become outrageous, and out of control, living his nightmares. I've even went so far to tell them that if they insist he have morphine of any kind that they had my permission to tie him in his bed. This always brought a strange look from the person I'd be talking too. But anyone who had lived Delmars nightmares with him cannot describe what they saw. The most common was for him to leap out of bed ripping out his IV's, stitches, etc. .... even dislocating his brand new hip, falling over the rails he couldn't get down.

With my latest, I'm noticing I maybe affected also my morphine, same as my Father. I've had nothing but tons of vivid dreams and at time discerning, what is reality, and what is dreaming. Even when currently I'm only taking 1 hydracodone at bed time.... I get a bit blurry during the day. I've also noticed that I can't really read right now.... maybe a little bit. But my eyes keep jumping around (old EMT days.... "ping pong ball eyes")

When I came out of surgery, I remember nothing of any conversations. .... I seemed to come around to reality about 2 days later, ...... no matter what I said or did.

So Dec. 6 after surgery, a lot of things I was told was said, which I have no recollection. Barely holding my head up.... And a nurse put an ice pack on my new wound, and I went to sleep the next 2 hours.

When I woke the ice pack was warm and sweaty. ... Apparently I frost bit my new wound. So much so that it felt as if my back was on fire.... I was very surprised and got a reply to my questioning "we told you no more than 15 minutes....." absolutely do not remember this.

I got home, Patti wasn't happy that I wouldn't even try the ice pack, but I just couldn't stand it. Between the burning and itching.... no way was I going to do it.

Other conversation after surgery from what I understand was how to wear my back brace. I remember a foggy moment of some sort of conversation. I remember a part where someone (PA?) said I wasn't wearing it correctly. In my pile of papers once I was home, no mention of the back brace, but I remembered somethings. No bending, no twisting, no lifting, ..... pretty much the norm, that I bite my cheek with when hearing. I've had this conversation with my surgeon in the past, and he too chuckles at my point of view.

All of those requests, are impossible, unless you have someone assigned/attached to your hip. I know they sound reasonable, but its really not. Maybe I'm just hard headed, which I can admit to easily.

But I did indeed piss myself 3 times the first night waiting for help off the nurses call button.

Here are my favorite ones where the rules are exempt:

How do you use the toilet? How do you wipe? both of these require bending over and a bit of twisting..... but they do say sitting up is okay... but you are bending over to get there.

Getting in bed.... you are again bending over, and twisting too. Even if done the proper way prescribed....

I'm an old guy. I get up at least 4 times every nite. The toilet is not 10 from my bed. I'm not going to put on that brace, for less than 10 feet 4 times a night.... its just not practical, and I think maybe a bit over board for moving about to get that brace back on and off.

Did I mention that you don't need to wear the brace in bed. I'm good with that, as my wound was screaming by the time I got home. But there was no instruction that I remember on sleeping position. One of my past PA's had very specific instructions on sleep position.

Apparently twisting in bed is ok, bending ok, etc. .... I have no idea.

I even remember someone saying that when sitting if you wanted to take off the brace for a few minutes is was allowed. Condition of my wound..... it was a lot of a "few minutes"...... I even called my surgeons office trying to get this all straight in my head..... couldn't do it.... too much drugs.

I know... its all petty, and I'm just venting from this longer than expected process.

3 nights ago, I woke up with a new chest pain. My pulse was fine. The tempo felt good.... but I couldn't take a full breath without shooting pain. All of this upper right chest, front to rear.

I monitored it until around noon and had Patti haul my butt in. I noticed walking across the kitchen I was struggling to keep my breath.

I had a blood clot. I'm very familiar with blood clots (5 in 2000, and a monster in Xmas 2019) over the past 20+ years. But everyone has been different. Each medical team has treated it with its own interpretation of "how its supposed to be done".

For those that don't know..... like a lot of medical issues, blood clots in the wrong place (all of mine have been in the heart lungs area) can kill you.

I spent 24 hours in the hospital. Got home completely wasted. With what felt was at least a couple days lost recooping from the original surgery.

Feeling pretty good right now. Still not a lot of appetite. I'm currently not on any meds for this procedure. except I'll be taking my last Hydracodone at bed time. We'll see how it goes tonight, I'd like to be off of them, .... but if issues arise, I'll ask for another script.

Not very many folks will read this.... and that's ok. But for those that want to know how I'm doing.... here ya go...

As for my back issues? ..... I'm excited. it appears they are all gone. It doesn't mean something else may not show up down the road, but this time, I'm really excited.

[zane-romeave]

has a travis fit check been requested yet?

it has not anon!!

MYSTREET FIT REVIEW - TRAVIS VALKRUM

MYSTREET SEASON ONE - CASUAL

Travis classic. Dark green hoodie with the black pants and the white accents. The green and black tends to blend together in certain lighting, but otherwise a solid fit

8/10

MYSTREET SEASON ONE - TOWEL

Love that Travis color coordinates his towel to his eyes. I’m fairly certain the value of the towel is the same as his skin, but this fit is, infact, iconic.

6/10

MYSTREET SEASON ONE - FORMAL

Apparently, Travis likes to dress like a Victorian gentleman for his arcade date. The color pallete is nice and using the same green int the tie for his cuffs is neat, but the double breasted vest is kind of inappropriate for the venue.

Also, whoever ripped the skin off the skindex forgot to change the hands to Travis’s skin tone. I do not think this counts as points off for whitewashing, however it is points off for lazy.

5/10

MYSTREET SEASON ONE - SASSY PRINCESS

Okay, sure. Sassy Princess Travis is an icon and a half. The cut of the dress is cute and gives off dressup energy, but that doesn’t change the fact that the pastel purple/orange/pinks in the dress are not only the same value to each other, but are incredibly similar to Travis’s actual skin.

4/10

PHOENIX DROP HIGH - UNIFORM

Actually, Travis pulls off the uniform fairly well. The white hair matches the white of the dress shirt, and the yellow and blue of the suit compliment the green eye.

7/10

PHOENIX DROP HIGH - CASUAL

What screams freshman in highschool more than acid wash jeans with the black converse? Love how his raglan tshirt is light green with a dark green collar/sleeves. Glad that at least one character can stick to their Jesson assigned color without having the same closet for over a decade.

9/10

MYSTREET SEASON TWO - CASUAL

Everything clashes!! Look at those Walmartass army green swimtrunks. Look at that teal and yellow striped swimshirt taken straight off the clearance rack at Carter’s. I understand that Travis literally was thrown to Love Love via explosion, but wow is this fit a Laurance tier mess.

2/10

MYSTREET SEASON THREE - CASUAL

For whatever reason, Jesson decided that it was a great idea to base Travis’s next few designs off the Carter’s swimshirt. The top makes no sense. The undershirt is a flat rectangle of white, while the overshirt appears to alternate which side the buttons are on? Which is not remotely how a button up works? Also Travis seems to have scavenged his old pants out of the burning wreckage of his old home.

1/10

MYSTREET SEASON FIVE - CASUAL

Probably the best executed ripoff of the Carter’s shirt? Moving the teal down to the trunks prevents competition with the eyes, and using the yellow as the trunk trim and the shirt color helps the fit look intentional. The orange button is slightly out of place, but otherwise it’s fine.

7/10

SIDE STORIES - PAGENT

Okay so technically this breaks my rule of only important outfits, but this fit just slaps so hard I can’t just not talk about it. Season Six was mostly Micheal anyway so I choose to not count that as a Travis fit.

Pageant Travis is just stunning!! Evening gowns with opera gloves are elegent on their own, but the use of the simple color pallette really makes the piece flow!! Using a muted version of Travis’s eye color for the greens is a smart way to keep Travis in green without using clashing shades!! The deep green gives off the same effect as black without being too harsh, and the pearl accessories tie the piece together whiile drawing attention back to the center. It’s a huge shame that such a smart and aesthetically pleasing piece was relegated to the dubiously canon era of side stories. It deserves the attention those utterly attrocious masquarade pieces got.

20/10

TOTAL SCORE - 69/100

(nice)

[the-empress-7]

Continuing from post Re- working actress blog.

Comparing the writing style, yes it does seem like Meghan. However the biggest difference is that WA blog (as compared to Tig or get IG) seemed more self aware. The author was all to aware of her flaws, admitted mistakes, showed genuine vulnerability. As we have seen of Meghan, since Canada esp, she has been in the habit of self aggrandizement. Everything is show, over the top. But apart from that there seem to be afew details that are curious -

(I am just pointing out details pre-2013, before suits became famous)

1. Working actress claimed to live in LA. And travelled often for work. MM lived in LA but did not travel much for work. She did not have a steady work assignment and spent much of her time auditioning.

2. WA claimed that we have seen her often enough to know her by face, remember her from shows and family character she had played. We did not know MM back then, nor was she a regular on any show. (But maybe she is talking about deal or no deal?)

3. WA claimed to be single, spent her alone time in a small, not so great appartment by herself, often depressed. Mm was living with Trever, and was in a long term relationship with him since she was in her early 20s. Their flat was quite nice.

4. WA claimed to have had (2?) a boob jobs. That's apparently where the "magical boobs" phrase originated. Mms boobjob isn't documented, but looking at her it doesn't look like she had one. The tell tale signs are not there.

5. WA claimed to have supplemented her income with yatching. She really exploded the underbelly of that side hustle that most actresses resort to. It was all quite sordid. And she hated it. Was often depressed and self loathing because of what she had to resort to before landiy the lead role. For all we know, Mm has not been known to have done this, at least not on actual yatchs in Greece, S. Frace, Cannes. Infact she lived with Trever, so was comfortable in a way. And her dad also helped her with money.

6. WA often described her looks as model like, very tall etc. She used to say that her looks were what helped her in her career. Mm isn't at all supermodel like.

7. She once write a blog about yatching and mentioned that one of the girls who was on the yatch with her was a very famous actress who got into a very bad situation while on the yatch. And hinted that the public knows this actress very well, and she was also one of her costars previously. Best of my knowledge, none of MM costars ever showed up for a premier looking beatup. (Or died mysteriously).

8. Mm never did much modeling work pre-suits. Certainly not fashion shows or big brand shows. Which WA claimed to have done.

9. WA claimed to travel a lot to promote her show. Mm did not do much press till season 3/4 or suits. And suits was shot in Toronto and she stayed in To after shooting. WA claimed to return to LA.

The similarities however, are the writing style (words and phrases). And that WA became a total bitch after landing her lead role.

You have put a lot of thought into this and have certainly given me something to chew on. Regardless of whether it was her or not, the defunct blog is no longer of any remote benefit to her.

[halfblood-princes-crown]

For that writing prompt ask, because I'm back into my game of thrones obsession I give you "fire and blood" and "ice and fire". If you feel like it you can do both, only one or just skip it all together.

Have fun writing and don't chastise yourself because of your writers block. Take a break, might help more than you think 🤍

Aw thank you!! If this doesn’t help I’ll take a break💚

I’ll do fire and blood since fire is Ellis’ thing and blood is fun to write about (and before anyone gets confused while reading, magic works a bit different in my universe!!)

He was hysterical. He was sent on an “assignment” with Bella and Mulciber, only to come back to their meeting point to find a body and nobody else. It appeared to be a woman; couldn’t have been that much older than him, and it look like the incident happened not too long ago, as the blood was still fresh. Kneeling over the woman’s body he reached down and checked for a pulse and let out a sickening cry once he realized there wasn’t one to detect.

He’d never seen someone dead up close before, and certainly not as brutal as this. He looked down at his hands…covered in blood. He panicked and crawled away from the body and noticed his pants were also soaked in blood from kneeling in it. His heart started beating rapidly and his breathing increased; he knew if he didn’t calm down he’d most likely pass out and the last thing he needs is to be found next to a body covered in their blood. He closed his eyes and tried to remember his brothers words:

Take deep breaths

He took a deep breath only to find it unhelpful as he was still hyperventilating. He tried to steady it…

Count backwards from 10

9

He couldn’t do this.

8

How’d he get in this mess?

7

What was he going to tell Lucius?….What about Severus?

6

I have to get ahold of myself.

5

I have to finish what I started.

4

Deep breath…

3

Control your emotions.

2

Discipline your mind.

1

He opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings, making sure he wasn’t being watched. As he got up from his spot on the ground he let out one more breath before walking over to the body on the ground. He knelt beside her again and placed his hand on her forehead, focusing his magic from his chest down his arm, and watched as her body started to burn up under his touch and burst into flames.

After a few minutes of watching the flames consume their target, there was nothing but ashes laying where a young lady used to be. Standing up, he looked to the sky and whispered, “I’m sorry” as he apparated back to the Manor to await his next instructions.

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

Making Up For Lost Time

I’ve wanted to write some blog posts that were larger compared to some of my latest ones. But I was too busy with important schoolwork. It didn’t help that the pollution in my country grew to the point where I couldn’t focus on the things I loved that weren’t Pokémon.

Thankfully, things have gotten better for me. For one, some close acquaintances are actually doing something to combat the air quality problems and the people who cause them. I’ve also recovered both physically and mentally. Now I can go back to working on the things I couldn’t do all those weeks ago.

It’s time to make up for all the time I lost!

JULY 17TH

I finally found all the orange stakes in Pokémon Violet! When I went to find the shrine for the next legendary Pokémon, I found out that it was in a completely different location.

And when I touched it, a Pokémon that WASN’T Chi-Yu popped out.

What is this thing, and why doesn’t its fur match up with the color of the shrine/stakes?

After one Master Ball, I managed to add it to my collection.

If it has something to do with swords, then why doesn’t Chien-Pao lower every other Pokémon’s Attack?

JULY 18TH

I spent most of the time I had for the day collecting shiny Pokémon.

I first went back in time to Hisui so I could trade this shiny Sylveon I caught in a Max Raid battle for another shiny Pokémon I haven’t gotten yet. After HOURS of waiting and haggling, I was eventually able to trade it for a shiny Yanma.

And with Yanma, the Yanma line has finally been completed.

Before I moved on to the next game, I had to release another Pokémon. And when I did, something happened.

Apparently, Pokémon you release in this game leave behind gifts for you. I’ve never seen this behavior since I never release any of the Pokémon I have. (Outside of specific situations...)

At least it was something useful.

After all of that, I moved onto Pokémon Brilliant Diamond Version to trade the Drapion I had. Thankfully, I found someone who was willing to trade something good to me. (Whatever that Pokémon is, you’ll just have to visit the Shiny Collection to find out.)

I was also fortunate to fight in a few battles. Naturally, I won them all. Even after 2 months, I’m still the best!

I should draw with my stylus more. (If only it wasn’t so terrible.)

I also managed to get another shiny Pokémon in a trade. The second shiny Unown I’ve ever owned!

It’s not an S. But it’ll do for now. (I could catch shiny versions of the other Unown and create a new Unown laboratory. But I think I’ll save that for later.)

JULY 20TH

I was kind of busy with schoolwork that day. I battled someone in Violet Version and I managed to get over whatever I was worried about the previous day. I even finished that assignment I mentioned earlier.

JULY 21ST

I managed to improve my battle skills. I feel like I can make smarter decisions now that my brain is getting the oxygen it needs.

I got a Charizard through an event. It has a Dark Tera Type. (Although, I don’t know why anyone would change it to THAT...)

I’m not sure WHY it has my name registered to it. (It was supposed to be someone else’s.)

I guess this makes Charizard the first event Pokémon I’ve caught that has a Classic Ribbon. (I should take him back to Sinnoh with me so I can win him even more ribbons.)

To improve my brain’s capabilities, I went to the academy to take on the Battle class.

I’m pretty sure the Treasure Hunt ended a month ago. (I hope I don’t cause any trouble by bringing a legendary Pokémon to this class.)

Then this class could become on par with the classes at Earl’s Pokémon Academy.

But it doesn’t completely restore their HP. (Most of the time...)

If they feel that way, they should have gone with a Pokémon that was right for the job.

The midterms are here already? I guess this class really is the one I excel at the most.

To be honest, an indoor area would be a more ideal place to hold a test like this.

A perfect A+. And THIS is what I get for it. (Captures the education system perfectly.)

Time to take on the last few lessons.

But will Auto-Battles increase a Pokémon’s specific stats?

Hopefully that hacker isn’t someone who comes to this school on a daily basis...

I wish the lessons in this class would go over stuff like this. Pokémon Stadium 2 went over battle basics in a much better way.

But what about Triple Battles? Or Sky Battles?

But they’ll be no good if their stats weren’t trained properly.

Eventually, I managed to complete the final exam and pass the class. Now that I’m done with this one, it’s off to Art.

JULY 22ND

When I was about to exit my dorm room, the map stated that Penny was somewhere in the main hall.

I mean, that WAS the plan for the admins, wasn’t it?

It HAS been a few months since they’ve reformed. Life should have improved for them in that time.

That should cover the previous week. I’d focus on battling more. But I want to go back to drawing. It’s been so long since I’ve sketched anything...

[merciful-aceso]

A near miss.

It was an extremely busy night in the ER, and we were very understaffed. I was the only ER tech there from 1900 to 0700, and they had me running ragged. It wasn’t even my usual shift. I had picked up to cover another tech’s time off, and another had called in sick for Covid. We were short on nurses, as always, and as the only tech, I had to help make up the difference for the missing nurses.

We had two tib-fib kiddos in, back-to-back. That’s a tibia and fibula dual fracture. The ER techs are responsible for helping the orthopedic physicians set the bones and put the temporary casts on to stabilize the kiddos enough to go home that night and follow up in the clinic in a few days. Unfortunately for me, the help needed for a tib-fib is holding traction and providing extra force to the ortho’s pull to line everything up where it’s supposed to be, and both kiddos outweighed me by a notable margin.  

The first one was terrified of needles and screamed and cried throughout getting their IV for the sedation, so I was already worn out from trying to hold their arm steady for 4 attempts by 2 nurses to get the IV in the first place. They were still crying and fighting when it was time to start the sedation in the procedure room and they chewed through the ketamine like it was nothing. Normally, after the ketamine is administered and the sedation is started, they’d just kind of shut off for a bit and go mostly limp. But no, this one fought the sedative the entire time, so I was trying to hold traction on their leg while also trying to hold them still and trying to keep them from kicking the nurse doing the sedation. It was probably the toughest tib-fib I’ve ever assisted for.

We finally finished, after 3 attempts and a declaration of “close enough”, so I trudged back out to the floor to hopefully sit down for a few minutes. As was to be expected, those few minutes turned out to be about 30 seconds before I was assigned to make a splint for a baby with a suspected occult fracture. (A fracture that is present and causes pain but doesn’t show up on X-ray). The standard procedure for this was to splint the limb in a position of comfort and have the kiddo follow up for repeat X-rays in a few days or a week to see if it showed up by then. I didn’t have a lot of time before our second tib-fib was supposed to go in for sedation, so I had to get the splint done quickly.

I gather up the supplies preemptively, just making assumptions on how much of what things I would need based on the patient’s age and weight. I could just trim down any excess, and it was faster than measuring first, although a fair bit more wasteful in terms of scrap to be thrown out afterwards. It was by far the smallest splint I had ever made. Just 10 inches long using 2-inch-wide fiberglass splinting material that was comically too large even for the baby’s entire arm and shoulder. I was sorely tired and going through the process mechanically, but there was something odd enough about the baby’s behavior that it got through the fog of fatigue that surrounded my mind at the time.

Normally, with a fracture, the patient will express pain with very particular movements or points of pressure, but this baby cried every time I moved their upper arm at all. I could gently flex their elbow without complaint, but any movement at the shoulder would illicit a pain response. With the baby’s mother watching me intently, I experimented slightly and found that adduction (moving the arm toward the body) was apparently more painful than abduction (moving it away). There aren’t really any fractures that an infant could sustain that would have that effect. So, much to the baby’s chagrin, I turned up the lights in the room and took a closer look at things.

There was a bulge in the baby’s axilla (armpit) that I had previously assumed to be regular baby pudge that had an odd texture to the overlying skin. A gentle press on the bulge produced the worst crying yet, so this appeared to be the source of the pain. I asked the mother if the baby had any skin conditions, and she gave an affirmative answer and noted that she had informed the physician about it, but that the physician did not think it was the source of the baby’s apparent pain. Now, at this point, I didn’t have a lot of medical training, but I had enough experience to know that something was weird here. I pressed and prodded lightly around the bulge and determined that there was some kind of mass or other abnormality under the skin there. But I had my orders. I finished the splint and told the mother that I’d follow up with the nurse and physician about the bulge.

Once I exited the patient’s room, I quickly sought out the assigned nurse and told her about the bulge I had found. She was doubtful, but with my insistence, she passed along the information to the physician as I scurried off to assist with that second tib-fib. That one didn’t fight, but the patient was an athlete, and it was hard work to resist the muscles of their leg with my not-so-developed arms and shoulders. I fully admit that I have noodle arms and have never pretended to have significant upper body strength.

Now positively stumbling with fatigue, I left the second sedation to go check in with the baby’s nurse to find out what the physician had to say about my findings. The nurse told me that I was correct. There was something there that the physician had overlooked on exam that turned out to be a pretty significant abscess. There was a slew of new orders in for labs, an IV, medications, and admission that had been added on and I was tasked with removing the tiny splint and helping with the IV and labs.

It was a small thing. Something easy to miss on an exam given that babies are not very good at communicating where they have pain. I really only noticed it because of the manipulation I had to perform for the splint and previous experience working in a surgical practice where we saw abscesses and skin infections reasonably frequently. It was an exhausting night, but I hold no small amount of pride for catching that near miss and preventing the patient from being discharged without appropriate treatment.

That experience taught me the importance of performing thorough physical examinations that make use of all the senses at your disposal. In our osteopathic manipulative medicine coursework, there is a huge emphasis on diagnosis through palpation and physical sensation through direct contact. It’s not a terribly common practice in medicine overall, particularly not in emergency medicine, but it is a very useful skill that I intend to hone and make good use of throughout my career.

[babaleshy]

Abandonment Issues

I have this need to compile all known things likely to contribute to my abandonment issues because I don't know if I'll ever get help with them. The things that contribute mostly involve things that have happened to me, and I will be adding examples of situations that cause them to kick in.

Because I know this will be a rather long post, I'll have a page-breaker.

First is a list of a timeline of significant events that contributed to the development of my abandonment issues:

The earliest would be when my dad took my brother and me grocery shopping at Kroger, and when we got to the check-out, he realized he forgot the money. He then proceeded to, after gaining permission, left not only the cart full of groceries at the front desk, but also left me and my brother with the groceries, with my brother still barely out of toddlerhood (if not still a toddler) so he could drive a HALF AN HOUR HOME to get the money, then come back. (I revealed this to mom a month or 2 ago and apparently she didn't know about this and was pissed while my dad grinned innocently.)

Each time there was a group of friends at the house of whom I thought was a friend, all activities were chosen knowing I knew little of how to participate, or it was something I wasn't interested in. (She didn't wanna be my friend anymore, even explicitly telling me this, but I just wasn't getting it for some reason.)

After my older cousins became a certain age, they wanted littler to do with me, and my younger cousins I couldn't relate to.

My parents hardly spent much time with me unless it was something they wanted to do instead of nurturing any of my interests beyond birthday and xmas gifts.

I wasn't included much in activities at family gatherings (and as I got older, nobody wanted to talk to me beyond a greeting and would suddenly ignore me).

Despite being the only French Horn player in middle school, I frequently did not get my sheet music and would have to ask. A lot. And sometimes, I still didn't get the sheet music and had to improvise.

7th grade, we went to Louisville, KY (a RIDICULOUSLY LONG CAR RIDE from Ohio due to so many traffic jams thanks to several accidents on the highway), and I was largely ignored.

When I switched to mellophone in high school for marching band, my band director seemed to have forgotten to assign me spots for drills a few times... despite being the only one playing that instrument.

A science class my sophomore or junior year, the teacher said we could work with only one other person on an in-class assignment. The class was an uneven number. My 2 friends in that class worked together. I was by myself. I had points taken off because I didn't work with anyone. Because I couldn't.

Any bullies I've had, I got no help, with being told by teachers and authorities that there's nothing they could do except punish me in some way for being in the fight at all (while the bullies never got in trouble), or my parents telling me there's nothing they can do and to just stop making myself a target.

Anytime I needed help in class, the teacher wouldn't actually help, just repeat what they've said, and when I say that I still don't understand it, I'm told, "Then I don't know how to help you," and proceeded to ignore my pleas for help in class.

Extended family only ask about me through my parents, and never try to contact me, so I'm just a blip within smalltalk for them.

Nobody taught me how to care for myself, so when I got into college, I was a train wreck, but figured some stuff out quickly despite entering back Autistic burnout and having meltdowns and breakdowns.

Our whole dorm (6 roommates in total including myself) in the first room I stayed in all went grocery shopping, with a couple of roommates having friends come along. I had a collapsible shopping cart to haul groceries with, so when we were on our way back in the middle of the night when it was snowing and freezing, everybody walked almost half a block ahead of me, talking and laughing. I was left alone, struggling to pull the heavy cart over the uneven sidewalks by myself. No one checked to see how I was doing or if I needed help. They didn't seem to notice until they realized they got to the dorm building way before I did. When I got there, they asked me what took me so long. I said it's a heavy cart and nobody was helping. One of them tugged the cart a bit, acknowledged that it was heavy, and then they all continued to ignore me again.

2nd dorm room, I went with 2 roommates out of town to get supplies to make my first (and so far, only) partial fursuit. Everything was fine and when it came time to take the bus home, I was reading the wrong schedule (I didn't realize the bus schedule was updated) so no buses ran into downtown, only as far as a particular neighborhood. I offered to have my dad come give us a ride, but they refused, with my closest roommate being royally pissed. My dad would've been there just in time, but they weren't convinced. The drive my dad would've taken would've been an hour and 45 minutes. When we walked, it took us 4 hours to get back to the dorm. They walked 2 or 3 blocks ahead of me, and I had my cellphone out to avoid feeling alone. My parents couldn't stay on for very long for reasons I can't remember. I got onto the phone with my then-boyfriend (now-husband) and he could only be on the phone until he had to go to bed because it was very late and his stepdad wanted him off the phone. By the time we got back to the dorms, my roommate was fine and said she was over it already.

I had to go to the emergency room at my first job at some point and a co-worker took me there, but he had to get back to work. When I was in a room finally, I wasn't seen for 8 hours because they didn't put any indicator on the door that someone was in there, so they didn't even know I was in there until they were looking for another bed for another patient.

When my brother died, mom paid attention to other people's kids, and I stopped existing to her for the longest time. She still barely listens to me when I try to socialize with her despite living with her (unless I say something she doesn't like hearing). My dad hardly paid any attention to me, too, and when I try to socialize, I'm suddenly "talking too much."

Ever since we moved in with my parents due to bedbugs and financial reasons, I've hardly had any friends keep in much contact with me after the first few years.

There are likely others. Now here are situations where my abandonment issues kick in:

My husband wanting to hang out with some friends or one of his siblings; I'll fear he's doing this to get away from me.

My parents ignoring me when I try to socialize.

Unable to keep any convo going with friends online, making me fear they either don't want to talk to me and find me annoying, or they don't want to make time because they think I'm annoying.

Extended family not being in contact with me.

I can't watch Jurassic World 2 because that brachiosaurus being left behind to suffer in the lava hit me personally and I relate with that CGI dino far too much to ever watch that movie again.

The counselor I was trying to see for said abandonment issues ignore any and all concerns I originally went there for and debunked everything I experienced by claiming it's me being anorexic because of my BMI (when in actuality, I have health issues and even stated that I'm seeing doctors for it). She also completely ignored the fact that I'm eating food, but my metabolism is too high. She also offered to have my husband come in on a session, and I agreed, and when it was obvious he took my side, he stopped existing to her.

The dietitian I was seeing ignored the fact that I kept saying endometriosis can royally fuck with the digestive system, she even told me she doesn't understand how it can affect that, and proceeded to beg me to eat as if I don't eat or I'm refusing to eat much. So because of her and the counselor, I feel like I'm not allowed help all because of the stupid BMI.

I see people come out in the LGBTQ community and witness them (many of whom I know) get not just enthusiastic support, but they talk about it. I come out as a demiwoman or greysexual, and it's "oh, that's nice ^^" and that's it... It's like nobody wants to talk to me.

These abandonment issues make me feel like I don't exist, that I'm either a ghost somehow communicating somewhat with the living, or that I'm watching television and I'm so immersed that I'm trying to communicate with the characters expecting them to talk back.

But when I finally do exist, it's mostly when someone has a problem with me. I'm suddenly "too much" or "difficult to live with" (as an old roommate put it). The only support I've ever had is my husband, who does his best, and I love him for it, but it's not easy. I need professional help, but because my BMI, a number that's based on assumptions and bullshit, is far more important than my actual fucking struggles, I don't feel I'm allowed any help whatsoever.

I'm gonna do some searching for another counselor or therapist that will take my insurance and see about hopefully booking an appointment during the warmer weather.

It's stuff like this as to why I can't see myself do much actively for whatever community I become a part of. I can only do passive things like help move information along or maybe grow food. And I'm so out of practice when it comes to socializing that I fear making friends IRL might be impossible at this point. I don't even think the friends I still sort of keep in touch with online would be able to handle being around me IRL. Right now, I'm just trying to help keep my sanity functioning.

[nm3217jhlim123]

NM3217 Assignment 3 Critique

For the assignment brief, I thought of using a number infographic, with a big element in the center to anchor the entire design. As such, I  started by placing the car - an E46 M3 car, before preceding to think abt the information I would like to include. For the information, I decided to go for the path of picking out the most important information or characteristics that made the car so iconic, such as the weight, engine capacity, etc. However, I did not want it to be a fully commercial-style infographic, thus I did not include the price, as this car has stopped production for quite a few years already. After placing the cars and information around them, I then added some elements to emphasize the point of different points of the car, such as the outline of the Nurburgring track where set its lap time, a piston to represent the engine, etc. Also, I chose to portray it on a black background as it helps formalize the design, bringing back a feeling of nostalgia while using a modern design language for car infographics, which is that of a dark background with brighter colored fonts. The use of white fonts gives an emphasis on the information being portrayed, as being more formal, while the contrasting blue of the car puts the center of focus on the car as the subject. 

For self-reflection, my first version of the infographic for the critique feels a bit messy. At that point in time, I felt that the use of different colors for the information and the background seems a bit messy. Thinking back, I got quite caught up with the ideation and conceptualization of the inspiration, such as the German flag and the racing checkered flag. Thus, I failed to realize that the colors were clashing and a bit unsatisfactory as I turned down the transparency, making the background of the Germany Flag seem like a sick and pale yellow, red, and grey, which does not go well together with the blue of the car. As such, learning from this, I learned to be more cautious and always keep in mind when conceptualizing designs on how they will appear with the different colors, which might not be apparent when doing a black and white sketch for ideation.

One point brought up during the critique by my peers is the overly casual portrayal of information with the colors and font size and typography. As I used many colors, as well as many different fonts, with more than 2 fonts in the header alone, some of my peers revealed how it seems a bit messy and hard to focus on the information being portrayed. A comment on how the header can use a single font to anchor the entire design is also mentioned, as it can put the focus on the 1 header, which is the model of the car. My use of colored strokes was also mentioned, as it makes it hard to read the subheaders.

As such, I changed my design to be more formal and showroom inspired. By referring to existing car advertisements and infographics, I realized that a simple black or dark grey background will work well as it will appear more “black and white”, making the information seem more reliable and more true, which is important for people viewing a number infographic. I also added grid lines to anchor the different locations of the information, making it easier to identify which illustration belongs to which body paragraph. I also cut down on my usage of typefaces and used a san serif style to make it easier to read. The different colored strokes were also removed, as they seemed out of place and too casual on a black background for a car infographic.

Another point brought up was to make sure that all the illustrations have a purpose of portraying the words on the infographic. For instance, I inserted a graph without any labels such as the x-axis, y-axis, or any labeling. This was meant to show the high production numbers. However, this backfired as it does not really help the portrayed of information when people try to read it. As such, this reminded me of the purpose of the infographic, and how the design is meant to help people better visualize the information in words, rather than being there for aesthetic purposes.

Hence, I removed the graph as I realized that it does not bring much noticeable value to the infographic, but rather makes it messier and brings focus out of the other important information.

One other notable point is wordiness. One comment was that the infographic was too wordy, and many words in the paragraph can actually be shortened or removed. Initially, when doing up the infographic, I thought that more words will be more beneficial, as it is supposed to show information. However, I realized that this can blur out the vital information and make it more difficult to identify and read. 

As such, I cut down on the words of the body and this helped shift the focus back to the important information.

With Adobe Illustrator software, I differentiated the layers that I wanted. For instance, for the headers, the car, and the body paragraph, I used a layer each so it is easier to shift them around and adjust. Also, for the various smaller illustrations such as the speedometer and the trophy, I tried to use a separate layer so it is easier to identify and lock it in place so they do not get accidentally shifted around or deleted and need time to redraw.

Finally, I added an artboard and added in the source and the prototypes.

[onlineweather]

Logitech g502 buttons not working

The Logitech G Daedalus Apex Performance Edition Gaming Mouse is a mouse that can fit the budget as well as work fantastically for any gaming enthusiast. RGB lighting, you can change I've owned other mice with said buttons that just didn't work right because I had to feel for which one. Just give a quick overview of the task for the MIn other words, the scrolling action on the screen does not stop instantly when I stop using the wheel. After searching and trying everything I could think of, I finally got it to The mouse worked on an other windows 7 machine and after copying over that file it started working. The macros work on the fly, and with no issues. I reinstalled the Intellipoint point software, remapped the middle key - no matter what I did I got strange results. Drivers brother hlcdn for Windows 7 圆4 download. View and Download Logitech G setup manual online. Tips Weight and balance tuning is very much an exercise in personal preference. If you encounter wireless mouse not working issue, you can fix it with this guide. In my macro, there is no single shooting mode, but I left the functionality. Disconnect other Logitech wireless receivers before proceeding. I have the same issue, i have two vertical anker wireless mice on two different machines and the back buttons do not work to much my disappointment. Computer doesn't support scroll wheel movement. Outlet purchases do not qualify for rewards. Logitech's G mouse is one of the best-selling PC peripherals in the world. I figured it would be an easy fix I did my research before I agreed to buy it but apparently not. It has a lot of buttons, all buttons are perfectly built, not like someone said here. I bought this steering wheel second hand and I knew it was "faulty" when I was buying it. Assign a button using akm, akm mode also applies to sks and mini So I bought a Logitech g mouse and used the Logitech software to assign custom commands to three of the buttons but when I have the mouse plugged into the keymander they do not work.Ĭonfigure Buttons. If not, try reinstalling the Logitech G drivers via Logitech. Tight enough to not constantly misclick them from slight pressure. August Logitech mouse sensitivity problem.

Logitech also claims that the MX Master 3 provides impressive battery life: 70 days on a full charge. The screen is used to display a variety of information, including activities, devices, custom buttons, and helpful instructions in case the macros get messed up. I'm so pleased with this setup nowIn fact, the ability to make this mouse your own is probably one of the more endearing things about it. Having them dual mapped to scroll left and right was the cause. And I was totally wrong about G8 and G7 being unresponsive. So the basic summary is, yes you can rebind the DPI buttons, but only at the expense of some existing buttons They just aren't responsive.

They don't work particularly well in gaming so I was happy to sacrifice them. Firstly, you need to rebind the DPI buttons to any of the other non-DPI buttons as pictured here: However, almost none of the non-primary buttons work. But disappointingly you can only reclaim 2 of the 4 buttons, BUT - and there's a huge but - it comes at the expense of two of the existing, already working buttons. I found the setting - you have to double click the picture of the mouse. I mean once you've figured out your optimal DPI how many do you really need? So can I assume that 3 of the 4 "system" buttons are bindable? The marketing said This is awesome. Awesome: I always thought the two DPI buttons at the top were a little bit redundant since you can create profiles anyway. I don't expect to be able to ever bind the profile button but it makes sense to be able to use the other three. Here's my count, have I misunderstood something? Which of the DPI buttons are bindable and how do I do this? I just assumed it wasn't possible, but I kept reading reviews about how there are 11 programmable buttons and I can't figure out where they are getting this number, so I figured there must be a way to bind at least two of the four DPI buttons even though I couldn't get it to work in Xim Manager.

[lovietmars]

my day was actual dogshit and the person i’d normally rant to is the reason my day is this bad

summary: my house is infested with wasps, i’m failing history and stressed about school, and i don’t think my boyfriend likes me anymore???? send help ;-;

(this basically turns into a huge rant about my boyfriend by the end lmao)

tw: wasps (obviously), divorce, cheating, a heterosexual relationship (ikr, disgusting)

i’ve been having a really shitty day and i wanted to rant about it on tumblr because it’s the only social media where people on here don’t actually know who i am. to begin with, my house is literally infested with wasps. apparently my mom found 30 wasps in my room. actually screaming. then, i got to school and got my grade back on my ap history test that i thought i definitely did well on, but turns out i got a 58.3% which is the second worst grade i ever got on a test (first place is the 57% i got on a precalc test last year). i have two tests tomorrow which i didn’t study for. plus an entire math packet. and 4 ap chem worksheets bc my teacher for some reason assigned every single homework from the entire first month of school to be due on the same day. so basically i am incredibly stressed from school and i literally have a C in ap history rn. which is kinda bad bc i’m trying to get a 4.0 gpa (i have maintained it for the past 2 years) and i don’t think i’ll be able to this year thanks to this test. not to mention the fact that my boyfriend-ish (like a guy i’m basically dating and has asked me to be his girlfriend but i said i wanted to wait until after homecoming to make it official) is acting really fucking weird over the past couple of days. he was literally acting so normal 2 days ago, but suddenly started being weird as fuck yesterday. i saw him at school 2 days ago, and we even stayed up calling until 2am like normal. i thought something was up when yesterday he didn’t send me a good morning text and supposedly woke up at like 3pm. okay so clearly that’s a lie because first of all man doesn’t need 11 hours of sleep. supposedly he was just dying to get off the call at 2am bc he was soooo tired, so assuming he went to sleep right after the call, he woulda got 11 hrs of sleep which is excessive. also he literally never goes to sleep that early like bro usually up until like 4-5 am at least. secondly i literally saw him online before he texted me that he just woke up so like mans not slick. we barely talked the entire day. any convo we had was dry as fuck and i had to start it myself. which is weird bc usually he texts me himself first and isn’t a dry texter at all. i usually get a “how’s your day love” and like it’s not just that i didn’t get a “love” but i didn’t even get a text from him at ALL. and it was yom kippur and i was fasting and he didn’t even ask me how i was from that. then that night i finally text i’m like how’s your day, you’ve been absent all day just like my dad. and like i know he appreciates a good absent dad joke bc one of the things we joke about is our dads bc like my parents are divorced and his dad just straight up cheated on his mom. and anyway he was being really dry and i noticed and i mentioned it, and he was like i’ve had a busy day, i’m watching stranger things. but even so, i didn’t get a “goodnight love” text, or even a goodnight text at all. the next day (today), i didn’t get a good morning text either. and at this point i was getting kinda upset. at lunch i texted him to ask if i could come over and say hi for like the last 10 mins of lunch, which supposedly “didn’t see” until lunch was over. then at the end of the day i asked him if he wanted to walk to the buses with me, which he didn’t respond to despite responding to my other message answering a question he asked. i asked again if he wanted to walk to the buses and he said sure so we ended up doing so. the walk was awkward, he seemed different. when he got on his bus, i didn’t even get a goodbye hug and he didn’t even dab me up (which we do for some reason), he just got on the bus. and then he hasn’t texted me for the whole rest of the day since then even though i literally went to the mall and got my homecoming dress and sent a picture of it to him???? like he’s literally my date to hoco, you’d think he’d be interested in what i’m wearing to it, especially bc he’s supposedly matching his tie with my dress. Continued.. see next paragraph..

apparently that paragraph was maximum length so we’ll continue here. anyway, i finally sent him a message a couple hours ago (at like 9:45pm - and mind you, i sent the picture of my dress at like 4pm) asking “Hey are you okay? Maybe I’m being too critical but you’ve been kinda distant the past couple days. Is everything okay? Do you need to talk about anything? Do you need to take a break from me?” which i thought was a pretty good way to handle the situation but like idfkk i’m bad at life. but the funny thing about that text isn’t that he didn’t respond to it, but that it simply didn’t SEND to him. and i’ve sent texts to other people since then that delivered, so idk what’s up with him. the wifi at his house is bad at times, like stuff sometimes takes a bit to send, but not 2 hours. not to mention that he’s been online on discord this whole time, so clearly his wifi is working to some capacity. that’s the whole rant but omfg i am so confused and upset about this. and in case you forgot, my house is still infested with wasps and i have a shit ton of homework due tomorrow. probably wasn’t a good idea to waste all this time i could have been doing hw making a rant on tumblr but like i had to rant. anyways that’s all. goodnight loves <3

UPDATE

apparently his mom took away his phone. first of all, that’s such a lie because he was on discord for literally hours last night. every time i checked discord, bro was online. and if he cared about me that much, he would have messaged me in discord to tell me that he got his his phone taken. i often get my phone taken, and i have messaged him in discord before to tell him that i got it taken. and i usually texted him from discord in these circumstances. not to mention that his mom really isn’t the type of person to take his phone, plus he didn’t even provide a reason why. and he didn’t even say sorry. i think he doesn’t like me anymore. and for some reason i’m not even that sad. he can go fuck himself. oh and also i skipped school today bc i had so much work to turn in that i didn’t do. i know that’s bad. but yeah. and i don’t even feel sad about my boyfriend. i’m just mad at him for very clearly lying to me. i wonder what his reason was. and it’s not like i don’t have a date to homecoming. i was originally going with one of my friends as a joke in addition to my boyfriend. i think he might have gotten jealous of the friend and that might be part of the reason he’s being like this. yes i am bisexual, but the friend is straight, and i would never actually want to date her even if she wasn’t. i still have a homecoming date at least. so all is fine. i’ll update more later

UPDATE AGAIN

broooo what??? he’s not at school today. bc according to the snap map he was at his house an hour ago. and it’s currently 1pm to clarify. i skipped school bc i had too much work, not bc of him. but i wonder why he skipped. bc of me?? i wonder if he thinks i skipped school bc of him. i would never. with all due respect i’m in 6 ap classes and i wouldn’t sacrifice a day of education for such a reason. humble yourself. but like now i can’t even ask him why he wasn’t at school bc i wasn’t either so he’d know i’m stalking. my strategy now is to just do nothing. keep stalking him and see if he texts me at all. i bet i won’t get a single text the entire weekend. see if i give a fuck. and i bet he won’t come to my game that i invited him to, either. and i won’t go to his soccer game either. L

oh and even if he had gotten his phone taken, he probably should have responded to the texts i’d sent him earlier, including the actual pictures of my homecoming dress??? like bro is supposedly my date, shouldn’t he care? or even just say that he saw the pictures? like some acknowledgement please??? plus he started not responding like around 3pm so his mom would have had to take his phone like right after he got home from school. which is unlikely. and sure even if his mom did take his phone, he was on discord the whole time and could have easily messaged me from there. plus it’s not just this. he was acting weird in person yesterday too. and over text the past couple days. like literally 3 days ago was so normal and suddenly the next morning bam everything was different. i wonder what happened. because clearly something is up.

and this whole rant post probably makes it seem like my boyfriend is a really toxic guy which couldn’t be farther from the truth. he’s just your standard nice jewish boy. he plays soccer and chess and d&d and he likes marvel and stranger things and listens to the beatles and the beach boys. i’ve had really deep conversations with him before. about our friend who died about a year and a half ago. about the universe and creation and whether god was real. about our parents, about mental illness, just so much. literally 4 days ago we had this really deep conversation about the universe and everything and the next day he asked me to be his girlfriend. i said i wanted to wait until after homecoming but yes. and me not choosing to be his girlfriend immediately clearly wasn’t the reason bc that happened on monday, but monday and tuesday were totally normal. on tuesday i asked him if he wanted to call and he said “double yes please.” and then literally the next morning he started being weird. i hope the call didn’t contribute to the weirdness. but i don’t recall the call going badly at all. he was trying to get off the call like at 2am which is a bit weird bc he usually goes to sleep way later, but he said he was tired so why would i think anything of it? especially bc he was like so eager to call me. and literally the day before he’d asked me to be his girlfriend. i really didn’t expect that he’d start being different. i was really hoping to be his girlfriend. i just can’t believe it