#ive been tired and unproductive

[tea4silver]

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yeah, I'm good, dw. anyways, get ratio-d or smthing

[roachemoji]

🤡 ⭐️ funny little cardigan 🌙 ❤️

maybe I'll actually dress up and style an outfit or something

[ragingtwilight]

WHY AM I SO EEPY!!!!! WHY NOW!!! I HAVE ATTACKS TO MAKE!!!! REVENGES NEED TO BE DONE!!!! THIS IS CATASTROPHIC!!!!!!!

[this-broken-band-girl]

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[nosyniffler]

After sleeping in the unbearable heat last night, I am ready for cooler weather.

[bigfemboyenergy]

oh no not again sighh

welcome back to another case of I REMEMBERED HOW MUCH I LOVE BILL CIPHER AND GRAVITY FALLS

im already swamped with things in my brain and i feel like unproductive shit bc i havent spoken to anyone in hours but! thats okay ig i dont n e e d human interaction right.. haha??

bill cipher though. he has a canon human design (which i assume is mostly a joke but HUH) which is crazy and nightmarish and disgusting (creativity be damned, its horrific, love that for him)

and like ive been desperately waiting for the book of bill for several months now

AND AND topic change!!! i really love writing dipper bc hes a nerd and im a nerd and i genuinely adore his character (sorry mabel likers /j) so i want to write more BUT ITS PROBABLY CRINGE IF I ADD ANYTHING “flavorful” TO IT 💀💀 but uh i think i might just self indulge in a dip & dan just randomly meeting thing i came up with in a comic forever ago mmm

anyway, it goes like this;

Dipper, tired of the repetitiveness of his days working in the Mystery Shack, decides to take a short walk. Just for..”some air”, as he told Mabel, but deep down he knows that isn’t true. He has this yearn for adventure that he wants to fulfill, but he wants to do it alone- a bit unusual for him, he thinks. Alas, he leaves the Shack, determined to find something of interest. He takes with him his very own journal, formatted just like Ford’s, tucked safely under one of his arms.

Walking through the familiar forest around the Mystery Shack, Dipper takes his time to look around. The tall, thick oak trees, the weeds growing from all around the worn, dirt path he’s walking down..it’s very beautiful, but as it grows dark, it feels much more mystical. He takes a small, stable breath as he chooses to stray from the path, the sun lowering in the sky, leaving the moonlight to guide him. This is when Dipper realizes..he forgot to bring a flashlight.

With a slightly-frustrated sigh, he turns to head back home to the Shack, but finds himself a bit lost. Giving up quickly, for the sake of his unparalleled desire to explore, he pushes onwards into the woods. It isn’t long before he wishes he had gone back. The darker it gets, the harder it is for Dipper to keep himself calm. He’s always been fairly paranoid, but in a forest as enchanting and mysterious as this, especially due to the dark, he’s finding it hard not to worry.

As his anxiety builds, fear flowing through his veins as the sky continues to darken above him, the trees towering over him growing thicker as he continues to walk deeper into the woods, only making it harder to see..he finds a light. A soft, calming glow, almost calling out to him. It’s a peaceful green, a bit bewildering, but it does wonders for his anxiety in the moment, before he realizes that something is clearly in the forest with him. However, despite his earlier fear, he can’t seem to feel nearly as scared, the soft light almost comforting him. Taking a second to think, though not nearly enough to make a rational decision, he heads towards the light. Slowly and carefully, he walks towards it, watching as he starts to make out a figure, the supposed source of the glow.

As he continues his slow approach, he stops every few seconds to hide, not wanting to alert the being to his presence. At least he is wary enough to know he could be in danger, though Dipper somewhat laments his lack of thought earlier.

Once he’s close enough to really get a good look, Dipper feels his heartbeat speed up with both excitement and terror. The being looks so human, and yet it all feels so fascinating, as he knows it truly can’t be just that. They appear to be a boy not much older than him, with white hair and..glowing green eyes! Now knowing the source of the light, Dipper feels rather accomplished. He decides that, once he gets home, he’ll postpone everything just to write a bit about this in his journal.

In his excitement, however, Dipper hears a twig crack beneath his feet as he takes a step forward. Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy’s head turns to face his direction; though, luckily, Dipper had already hidden himself behind some close-growing trees, and therefore hasn’t yet been spotted. The boy slowly moves towards Dipper, his feet making no sound, the crunching of the grass and crackling of twigs that would normally come with walking through such a forest..surprisingly not present.

Dipper bursts into a run, panic setting in. He wasn’t thinking for just a second, and now he’s alerted the person to his presence.. he can’t think, he can’t stop, his brain is just telling him to move, his fight or flight kicking in, leading him to run and run with no end in sight. After a long while, with a bit of tripping and getting caught on branches, he finds himself at the edge of the treeline, back at the Mystery Shack. It doesn’t look like the boy followed him. With a long, shaky sigh, Dipper cracks a smile. He did ask for an adventure, and that was just what he got. Entering the Mystery Shack, he immediately heads up the stairs and to his room, eagerly flipping open to a fresh page of his journal, not hesitating to write things down.

Not sparing a detail, he describes the mystery person; a boy of white hair, green eyes, pale skin, and with an eerie, ghastly glow, who makes not a sound when he walks through such an undergrowth-heavy forest.. It intrigues Dipper to no end. He can’t help but want to learn more..

Next time, he thinks, he won’t forget to bring a flashlight.

[inkskxtch]

Im back ive been tired and unproductive lol. Finally got out a design for Allison as well as another Alice to continue on from the susie/alice drawings a while ago, i wanted to stick to the information we got about her in dctl :P

I tried drawing sammy first but i had 0 ideas. ill get around to him one day

[immafish0258]

[LONG RANT ABOUT FANDOM INCOMING I AM SO SORRY]

idk how to open this but ykw fuck it, i'll cut to the chase: imo some ppl in this fandom (mostly with the ppl on r/glassanimals, but its in other sites aswell) dont rlly know how to give criticism that isn't just plain insults

[more below (so it wont clog up the ga tag)]

theres nothing wrong with ACTUAL, CONSTRUCTIVE, HEALTHY CRITICISM dont get me wrong! whenever you like ilysfm or not, imo its important to like, have a healthy conversation, be respectful and be like "I like/dislike this album and imo I think it could've been better if x, y, z " and thats valid! even if its just "this album is/isn't my thing" thats ok! thats alright! I've seen people be respectful and give constructive criticism and have a convo!

I get the frustration aswell! I get that ppl wish for music that they like, and that ga dipping their toes (haha get it) into the pop genre for the second time in a row makes them feel estranged!

but the way some people try and "criticise" album 4 is just.. not it.

do some of yall think that "its not zaba therefore its a cashgrab and its mid and ga fell of and theyre sellouts" is constructive criticism? that's just plain insults with no taste! thats not healthy and doesnt start a good convo either!

like at some point you don't seem like a ga fan anymore and just a zaba stannie!

some ppl acting like zaba is superior and ga owes them more zaba is kinda weird to me cause like, they dont owe you anything! they dont know us! and we only know the parts they want us to see online!

and it's also not the first rodeo! this happened before! (definetly happened with dreamland but not sure on htbahb)

the take of "why are they making repetitive music" while you want ga to make another zaba AKA MAKE REPETITIVE MUSIC is a hypocritical take! It's not a good look I'm sorry!

and the take of "lp4 is full of generic love songs for depressed 13 year olds" that I've seen from a few people ain't good cause like, this album is full of depressing-at-best, toxic-at-worst relationships! just cause it's about love doesn't mean it's instantly generic! the lyrics aren't like "we would be together in the stars we would be so lovey dovey" "i wish you loved me back" "youre the air that i breathe", they're more like "ive been kidnaped and developed stockholm syndrome" "hey i fucking hate your guts but i still lowkey love yo- oh shit the songs ending" "we fell out of love and i cant change that no matter how hard I try". like IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU BRO! like misinterpreting these lyrics so badly my god-

also the fact that some went like "ga should be ashamed and embarressed for releasing this" is rlly sad to me, like I remember Dave saying that this is his most personal work and he had to get vulnerable first before making it, and saying that he should be embarressed for pouring his heart out is kinda :[ to me (maybe because vulnerabillity is a very important trait to me, but moving on)

or the take that "theyre making radio-friendly tiktok music" like what radio would play a song with lyrics mentioning ball gags and being tied up??????

like this is unproductive, lowkey unhealthy, very repetitive and very tiring imo. people are getting tired of the same ol recycled, poorly disguised as "criticism", bare insults. most of the time in the reddit, some here, on twitter, insta and discord. this has been repeated ad nauseam, and it's getting nowhere imo.

so uh yea. that's my thoughts on this whole thing

thanks for reading :] -A

[cinnamonspicewritingroom]

More Than Diamonds

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Princess! Reader Description: Britain has gained themselves a new royalty nearing the debutante ball of 1813. Princess Amelia of Siam was sent as the new Ambassador of Siam. In Britain Princess Amelia was able to find her family, but will that be all? Tags: Slow burn, Coming of age, Time-Travel, Back to the past, Friends to Lovers, Royalties, Oblivious!FLxObvious!ML, Jealous! Friedrich, Slightly Possessive! Friedrich, Black cat gf, Golden retriever bf Timeline: S1&S2

Chapter 7: What Season?

It has been approximately 2 months since Amelia knew the Bridgertons. They have insisted that they spend lots of time together. From being invited to promenades, which Amelia has never done before and truthfully it felt weird for her to not read her documents, be in meetings or just be in her office. Taking a stroll and relaxing is not her thing as she found herself growing restless. 

With Lynn and Violet working together, Amelia has to push deadlines backwards as apparently she is moving way too fast. The staff were unable to rest properly making them unproductive in the workplace. 

“You look uncomfortable. Are you alright?” Benedict whispered as she was walking with Eloise. Amelia was explaining to her the concept of feminism and why it does not only benefit women. 

“Really Amelia? Are you tired?” Eloise glanced at her cousin who is younger by several months. “Not tired per se. Merely concerned.” Amelia sighed, crossing her arms. Her eyes squinted from the sunlight. “Something happened in the embassy?” Amelia shook her head at Benedict’s question. 

“Lynn delegates Tian to attend the meeting in my place because we oversee the project together, but somehow the meeting runs longer. I should have received a report by now.” Benedict sighed. These past 2 months one thing all Bridgertons realised is that Amelia is not only a slave driver to her staff and herself, but also has a terrible case of being a workaholic. 

Nowadays none of them are surprised if they found her sleeping anywhere. Be it on the floor after playing marbles with Hyacinth and Gregory, in the corner of the room with a book on her lap or documents, on the sofa or once even in the garden. 

“Amelia. Today is supposed to be your day off and tomorrow is the weekend! Come on, lighten up.” Benedict looped her arm through his. The energy he has made Amelia chuckled when she saw 2 men in Royal Guard uniform. Violet who was with Daphne did not realise they were approaching. 

“Pardon me, Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton.” Their presence alarmed Anthony as he quickly pulled his mother and Daphne behind him. Colin and Benedict quickly came to back him up. 

“Hello, gents. What is going on here?” Both guards bowed their heads at Anthony. “Viscount Bridgerton, we are here to escort Lady Amelia.” Then they turned to Amelia and bowed. “Your grace, your presence is needed by His Royal Highness, Prince Regent George IV in the Palace of Westminster.” Amelia nodded. “How many carriages are available? By Siamese security protocols I am to bring my guards at all times.” The guards nodded. “We were briefed on your security protocols. We brought 3 carriages. 1 for you and your Lord and Lady in waiting, 2 for the Siamese Royal Guards.” Amelia nodded and turned to her Aunt and cousins. 

“Well, I will be on my way. I will see you again My dear aunt and dearest cousins.” With that Amelia followed the British Royal Guards. She could hear the whispers of the people in Vauxhall Gardens. Amelia rolled her eyes as she kept walking. She knows the men in Britain degrade her standings in politics for being a woman and more so as someone who is not British. The women's image of her is not that good either for taking such a manly job. 

“Bunch of racist sexist fools.” She muttered as she got on the carriage followed by Lynn and Hugo. 

***

Amelia’s meeting with the Prince Regent went on for approximately 3 hours and ended an hour before dinner time. “Princess Amelia, as it is only an hour away from dinner time, you are welcome to join today’s dinner if you like.” Amelia paused gathering her documents and looked at George. 

“Is it mandatory?” “No,” George shook his head. “Am I allowed to refuse?” He smiled slightly. He likes Amelia, she won’t pretend if she doesn’t have to. “You can.” Amelia nodded. “Then I apologise in advance, I will not be joining the dinner as I am needed for the Russian-Siam-British meeting with Prince Edward at 8 pm in Buckingham Palace.” George blinked, “Then why don’t we have dinner there?” He bit his lips to prevent a laugh from slipping out as Amelia sent him annoyed looks. He knows unless it’s necessary Amelia will not be socialising with anyone, unless somehow the Bridgertons.

“I apologised, before the meeting I would like to try a restaurant that has been on my wish list for a while. Apologies in advance, I cannot extend my invitation as this has been my plan with Lynn and Hugo.” While George has no romantic intentions with the young girl, he knows a beautiful face when he sees one, plus he does like hanging out with her. She is witty and has a good sense of humour without the flirtiness many women throw at him. 

“How about calling the chef to the Palace instead? If it is that good I would like to try it as well.” He knows she doesn’t want him to come, he just wants to tease her a bit. He wanted to laugh as soon as her lips turned into a frown and tore a piece of paper to write something down.

“This is the name of the restaurant. Try it next time with one of your mistresses, do not bother my bonding time with my friends.” She huffed before marching to the door, but before she went out, she turned around and did a quick curtsy to be polite. “I will excuse myself now.” It is a shame none of his younger sisters are cute, no wonder the heir apparent of Siam doted on her. Adorable, smart and polite. If he is her older brother it would be hard for her to get married. 

***

With the lack of entertainment around her, the Queen does enjoy the Siamese Princess presence. Her wit and honesty are truly one to adore. Unfortunately she is extremely busy that they usually only meet up once a week for tea time, so when she heard Princess Amelia is meeting up with her son, Edward for a meeting, she quickly summoned the Princess for dinner. However, her eldest son, George interrupted the command saying she has dinner plans with her Lord and Lady-in-waiting. 

“So, you are saying she will reject me for her Lord and Lady-in-waiting?” Queen Charlotte’s eyebrow twitched. “Of course she will not, but she will not be happy either with the interruption. She said the trip was something the 3 of them anticipated.” George reasoned out. 

“Alright then.” Queen Charlotte sighed and leaned back on her chair. Usually she would not care if she interrupts someone’s schedule, but the British are trying to be an allied nation with Siam, so being in their bad book is a no-no. 

“Tell Edward to ask if she is available for tea in the afternoon tomorrow.” George nodded before he exited the room. 

***

“Alright, thank you. I will make sure to bring the prototype to our next meeting.” The Russian representative, a Duke from Imperial Russia, beamed a smile at Amelia, satisfied with the result of their meeting. Edward watched as Amelia smiled back at the representative, making him blush.

“Princess Amelia, do you-” “Princess Amelia, my mother was wondering if you will join her for tea time tomorrow afternoon” Edward quickly interrupted when the duke was about to reach out for her hand. The volume of his voice did make Amelia jump a bit. 

“Uh- I am free tomorrow from 2 pm to 4.30 pm after my meeting with the Prince Regent.” Which she was about to use for tea time with Violet and her female cousins, but I guess that is not happening. 

“Great, keep it open. Mother would like to have tea with you. Would you write it down please, Lady Lynn.” Edward grinned at Lynn who nodded with an impassive face. 3 months since he met her and never have he seen her smile or laugh. 

Lynn saw what happened and while she doesn’t condone much of the many British Princes behaviour, so far she liked Prince George, Prince Edward and Prince William. They do not seem to be attracted romantically with the Princess, rather as a younger sister. They teased her, but protected her virtue from other lecherous men. A rather welcomed double standard from her part. 

“Milady, we better go soon.” Lynn reminded the Princess who nodded. 

“Alright, then I will be going first. See you at our next meeting.” The Princess curtsy before they head out the door. 

***

Edward was just walking to his room when he saw his mother, staring at their family portrait. Truthfully, after his first meeting with Amelia, the debate happening between her and his brother, Frederick, got him thinking about his mother. She is so strong, taking care of 13 children, running the country and taking care of a mad husband, whom she still loves dearly. 

Growing up watching his parents love, maybe that was what he wanted. Marriage of passion and love. His parents may not marry because of love, but after they got to know each other, it was a love match and they continued their marriage out of love. However, with his father being ill, his mother is now withering away. She still looked regal, but older and often sad. Amelia is probably right, her children need to appreciate her more.

“Mother,” Edward walked towards his mother with a smile. She turned to face him, a slight smile on her face. She looked beautiful despite her age. “Edward. Did you just finish the meeting?” Edward nodded. “Yes, in fact I did. I also did not forget to ask Princess Amelia about tomorrow afternoon.” Hearing Amelia’s name got his mother’s smile in full bloom. 

“Really? Did she agree to come?” Edward smiled at his mother and nodded. “She did. Do you not like her a tad bit too much?” Queen Charlotte smiled at his question. “Well, she is witty, honest and intelligent. She even appreciated me more than many of my children, so you cannot blame me for taking a liking to her.” She looked at Edward and cooed. “If only you all were younger, I would have made you marry her.” Edward looked scandalised. “Mother- She may be beautiful, but I do not see her that way!” He hissed at his mother who laughed. 

“Marriage is a duty, my dear. That was how I got married.” She casted her eyes downwards, looking sad before she looked at him. “Well, I will return to my chamber now. Good night, my dear.” Edward nodded at his mother, sighing. “Good night mother.” He may not be able to give his mother marriage, but maybe he should consider begging Amelia to attend more tea time with his mother if it makes her happy. With that in mind, he continued walking to his chamber.

***

Amelia did in fact come to the afternoon tea with the Queen. She was donned in what a 21st century woman would describe as smart casual. Amelia wore an all pink cropped blazer, cut an inch above the waist with a mandarin collar and 3 buttons in rows. Underneath, she wore a white sleeveless shirt with a mandarin collar. For the bottom, she wore a matching pink midi-skirt that went all the way to the floor, covering her ankle. For shoes she wore nude coloured strappy heels.

Her hair was up in a bun with a strand of fringe framing the side of her face. With a mandarin collar, Amelia did not bother to wear a necklace, instead opting for long diamond earrings. She also kept her makeup simple, almost looking bare-faced. Women here may not carry purses, but having lived as Davika in the 21st century got her to realise a purse is a necessity. She carries a simple white alligator skin purse to keep her mini hand cream, mini rose water spray, perfume balm, mirror, tinted lip balm, a home-made pepper spray and a hidden-knife dagger.  

“Princess Amelia, I am rather interested in your attire today. It is extremely different from what the ladies your age preferred.” Lady Danbury commented. “Is this a fashion statement or merely the fashion in Siam?” Amelia glanced at the old lady as she sipped her tea. She soundlessly placed her cup on the saucer before voicing her answer. 

“Thank you for taking an interest in my attire Lady Danbury, despite my choice I hope you actually like it.” Amelia gave her a smile while delivering her sweet introduction. “I do realise that what I wore is different from what the ladies my age wore, but then again none of them actually does what I do.” Amelia shrugged her shoulders. 

“My gender alone has caused controversy among the men as a woman in politics and diplomacy, I could not imagine what chaos would ensue if I show up wearing such dresses.” Amelia blinked as she settled her tea on the table. 

“Therefore, you could say my clothing is a fashion statement.” Amelia concluded.

“I think it looks beautiful my dear. To think those men have the confidence to judge how women dress while looking like that.” The Queen scoffed. Amelia smiled at the Queen’s words. 

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Queen Charlotte replied with a smile of her own. 

“Well, the men always think they have the liberty to do whatever they want.” Lady Danbury grumbled as Amelia leaned and grabbed her hand. 

“I think you look absolutely fetching, Milady.” Lady Danbury chuckled as she patted the hand on hers. 

“Thank you, your Royal Highness.” Amelia pouted at the old lady. 

“Please, just Amelia would do. That sounds extremely formal.” This got a laugh from the Queen and Lady Danbury.

***

From a distance, Hugo and Lynn were staring at their Princess being cute towards the old ladies. 

“Do you think anyone will try to adopt her or ask her to marry their children?” Hugo leaned down and asked Lynn who was focusing on the Princess. 

“I bet her Majesty, the Queen actually wanted her to marry one of the Princes.” Hugo’s lips jutted forward as he stared at the Princess with a raised eyebrow.

“I do not get how she does it.” Lynn glanced up at him. 

“What? Being friendly with old people? Her Royal Highness always has a soft spot for old people, no?” Hugo hummed at Lynn’s words. 

“I mean, that was how she got close to her grandparents.” Different from Lynn who has been Amelia’s playmates before a Lady-in-Waiting, Hugo only became Amelia’s Lord-in-Waiting when she turned 12, therefore he did not know the details of Amelia’s life.

“Is that how she got her title changed to Somdet Chao Fa?” Lynn gave him a once over look from top to bottom. 

“What are you talking about? The Princess did not ask the Dowager Queen of Siam or the late King to elevate her and Prince Vernon’s title.” Lynn looked downright disappointed by his accusation of their master. 

“It was given by King Rama II for the Prince and Princess contribution to solidify a diplomatic relation with the Joseon Empire.” Hugo let out a ‘wow’ as he continued to stare at their Princess. 

“Hugo. I’m only going to say this once. If you betray the Princess in any way, shape or form, I will not hesitate to kill you.” Hugo visibly gulped at the threat. He may be a soldier and former colonel of the Royal Army, as the granddaughter of a warrior monk, Lynn was trained in battle and killing. 

“I’ll keep that in mind, but you must know that my loyalty lies with the Princess.” He sighed as Lynn side-eyed him. 

“I hope ‘Princess’ does not mean the Royal Family because that is an extremely big extension.” Hugo did not answer and just plastered a tight smile on his face.

***

Amelia was just giving the Queen and Lady Danbury explanations on things she carried in her purse when Queen Charlotte mentioned about the debutante season. 

“Princess Amelia, have you found yourself a seamstress for the season?” Amelia blinked, not knowing what this season was about. 

“Season? Like… Spring?” This got Lady Danbury and the Queen laughing, making Amelia look confused. 

“I guess not spring.” Lady Danbury smiled at her cute response. 

“Oh my, did you really not know about the season?” Amelia shook her head. 

“It is the debutante season, usually girls around 16-18 years old will be introduced to the society and they will try to find themselves a match to marry.” Amelia’s mind went to Daphne, so that was what she fussed about. 

“Aah… No…” The Queen smiled and clapped her hands. 

“Well, you are a Princess from Siam, we cannot let your dress be sewn by just any seamstress. You will be using the Royal Family’s seamstress.” Amelia looked uncomfortable. 

“Do I have to?” The Queen looked confused at her question. 

“You do not want to use the seamstress?” Amelia shook her head. 

“Be introduced, I mean… After all, I am from Siam and not from Great Britain, so I do not see why I need to.” The Queen and Lady Danbury looked at each other from the corner of their eyes. They were hoping the Siamese Princess to have a love match with someone from British nobility to solidify their relationship with Siam. 

“While that is true, introducing you to the British nobility will further Britain and Siam’s relationship, no? You may even be able to create connections with them” “...Or love” Lady Danbury whispered discreetly as The Queen tried to soften the approach. 

“Ah… How about this year I… See how it works first and next year I will decide if I want to be a debutante, it is 16 to 18 years old right? I have no preparation or knowledge about this season after all.” Amelia offered to not offend the Queen of Great Britain. This is, after all their culture and tradition, plus a quote she remembered from her time as Davika was, ‘When you are in Rome, do as the Romans do’ and right now, she is in Britain. In any way possible, Amelia needs to find a way not to create an enemy out of the Queen.

“Alright, that is acceptable.” The Queen hummed, taking a sip from her cup. 

“Girls who already prepared their whole life for their debut have made mistakes. It would be unthinkable to make you prepare in such a short time.” Lady Danbury quipped and the Queen nodded as her face turned sour, remembering the Featherington girls.

“I will make sure to have a carriage ready for that day.” Queen Charlotte stated and Amelia knows she cannot reject it. 

“Thank you for your generosity, your Majesty.” She sweetly smiled at Queen Charlotte who looked satisfied. 

“I usually hold the first ball of the season and I would appreciate it if you would make an attendance, Princess Amelia.” Amelia liked Lady Danbury, so she gave her the same sweet smile and nodded. 

“I will make sure to keep my schedule empty to attend it. Thank you, Lady Danbury.” The old lady chuckled while nodding, looking extremely satisfied. Amelia mentally noted to ask her aunt and cousins about what this season is about.

***

Different from the usual setting, Amelia was rather very busy, therefore instead of going to the Bridgerton house, this time Daphne, Eloise, Benedict and Colin are visiting the Siamese to their house. Anthony was away and Violet was taking care of Hyacinth who caught a fever at home. Gregory was also with her. 

“This is really good!” Colin claimed as he ate another serving of mango sticky rice. They are sitting in the semi-outdoor dining room that is reserved for close friends and family only. A place where Amelia, Hugo and Lynn could do whatever they want, like eating while working. 

“Aww, why does it taste so good,” Daphne whined “I cannot gain weight before my debut presentation.” She was still eyeing the cassava with coconut milk. A pout was apparent on her face, which only deepened as Benedict and Colin teased her by eating a spoonful each. 

“What is this debut presentation?” Lynn asked, but her eyes did not look at the British as she was busy scooping another serving or spicy green curry. 

“A means to showcase women as if they are prized calf to the society to flaunt themselves in hope of attracting a suitable suitor and where men will create their highest bidding in search for a wife-” “Stop spreading nonsense, Eloise.” Daphne cut off to reprimand her younger sister.

“I only spoke of the truth, sister. Throughout the season, women pit against each other to secure what they think is the best suitor and the men will try their hardest to woo women to take them as a wife.” Daphne frowned at Eloise’s words as the Siamese cringed, Hugo and Lynn turned to Amelia. 

“Fortunately you rejected the Queen and Lady Danbury’s suggestion.” Lynn said as she chewed the chicken in her spicy green curry. This got the British perked up.

“Princess, do not join. We are busy enough as it is.” Their attention was tossed to Hugo.

“That is insanity. Imagine the headache. I’m glad I rejected the offer despite not knowing what it is.” Before it was tossed to Amelia who was still busy with her documents. 

“Wait- Mel- What is this about?” Amelia’s eyes widened as Eloise slid in next to her and blocked her view of her documents with her hand. 

“It was earlier, the Queen offered me to use her seamstress to create a gown for the debut presentation- was it? But I rejected her offer.” Amelia sighed as she swatted Eloise’s arm. Amelia never thought her answer would bring so much chaos.

“What? Why did you reject her offer?” Daphne and Benedict looked at her as if she had grown another head. 

“There is no use or benefit for me to debut aside from creating connections, which I could do without debuting. I am not British nor am I looking for a suitor.” Amelia shrugged her shoulders. While her reason made sense, it was still a waste. A chance to receive a gown made by the Queen’s seamstress. 

“You could have still accepted it… A gown made by the Queen’s seamstress.” Daphne’s eyes twinkled at the thought. 

“I may not be the Queen, but I am still the Princess of Siam. My seamstresses are top quality if you want your debutante dress made by them. They are up to date with fashion and you can consult with them on what you like.” Daphne gasped at the offer and stood up from her chair to hug Amelia tightly, which choked her slightly. 

“Would you really do that? Oh god, thank you so much Mel!” Amelia tapped Daphne on her forearms as her throat was being squashed. “Daphne- Come on, let go. Amelia can’t breathe.” Colin laughed as he pried Daphne from Amelia. With that the rest of the night was spent bonding between cousins and friends.

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More Than Diamond's Master List

IMPORTANT NOTES A/N: Hello, how are you guys? I hope you are well. Regarding this story that is following Julia Quinn's hit series, Bridgerton, I would start by saying I read the book first before I watch the Netflix series, thus I apologize if there are some differences with the Netflix version, but I will try to make it as similar as possible. I would also ask the readers to be kind when criticizing this story as this is my first time to actually publishing my work in the open. For the story, as you can see there is a time-travel tag. Our reader was sent back to the past with all the knowledge from the future. If you are also confused with Davika's education, I actually based her using Spencer Reid, a character from Criminal Minds. I also made Friedrich to be a year younger than Benedict when in actuality, he was born in 1794, 2 years younger than Daphne. If you are not interested or felt like those 2 themes ruined a historical romance story, then please do not leave any bad comments as you can just stop reading this story. Thank You Very Much! Much Love, Cinnamon Meilleure's Writing Room

[looselipssinkships-x]

i was entirely unproductive for four hours in the middle of the day and let me tell you why.

i woke up at 5 ish. some fuck head set off their car alarm. made coffee. ate breakfast. waited. it's almost seven. finally i pee and poop and i think we're all good. it rained overnight but according to the weather we're in the all clear until mid afternoon. i haul my bike down the stairs and bike the five miles to the state park. it's misty muggy foggy but i chalk it up to being on an island. take off on lap one. the trail around the island is either 1.25 or 1.5 miles, we'll feel it out as we go. the plan is to do five laps. halfway through the first lap and i realize my poop at home was not enough. not to worry. there's a port a potty close to the trailhead. poop pause number one. twelve minutes for the first lap. a little slow if it's 1.25 miles, a little fast for 1.5, im assuming I'm going to be slower than usual because typically i run on pavement, and i realized by the end of the loop that taking the trail in the direction ive chosen has steeper uphills than if id gone the opposite direction. makes sense why everyone im encountering is going the opposite direction. middle of lap two. it is distinctly damp out, and i can feel that burning poop feeling. again. pause for poop number two. at this point it is maybe 9am and i have pooped three times. stand outside the port a potty, contemplating my existence, not feeling great, but i got up and biked all the way here, so i take off on loop three. passed some people i passed on loop two, which made me feel like a Real Runner. i could honestly poop again but it's getting closer and closer to real rain. finish lap three with a total time under 38 minutes for what i decided to average out to 4.2 miles (three 1.4 mile laps). stop to stretch a bit and it is truly raining now. im so glad i put a garbage bag over my bike basket. bike home on the sidewalks, because my glasses have rain drops all over them and i can't really see, and tbh i was tired enough i didn't want to cross the busy intersection to be on the side of the road i should have been on. i stop at the store because i know when i get home im not going to want to come back out. i've been out of hot water for the past two days and im mentally drafting an email to my landlord. there is not a single dry article of clothing on me to wipe my glasses on. i have trail and road flecks all over. oh well. i get home and carry my bike back up the flights of stairs. i flip on the shower because even if it doesn't warm up i am filthy. i think i almost cried when the water warmed up. i partially thawed out in the shower. made food, because ive biked ten miles and ran four and pooped three times. crawled back into bed to thaw some more. what a morning.

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on todays episode of "mental health issues that could easily be solved by one single thing that i dont have", GET A MICROWAVE!!!

i just know SO many of my eating related issues (not all obviously but a LOT of them) would be solved if this house just had a goddamn microwave

today i ate like... 1/4th of those small frozen pizzas, 1/3rd of a grilled cheese, and 1/3rd bowl of macaroni and meatballs. and yall wanna know why i didnt eat the whole thing of any of them? its cause my stupid adhd ass took too long to eat and the food got cold. and then i Cannot Eat That anymore. so even though i was still hungry i didnt eat the rest of it and just went back to rotting on youtube shorts and being too hungry to do anything and feeling dumb and unproductive and being guilty of making food that i dont eat. just... feeling like a big ol' waste

but the thing is, if i just

✨owned a microwave✨

i could just reheat the motherfucking food and still eat it and not feel like ive wasted that food. ((because since that food is wasted i feel guilty about making it, so i dont make any more food until next meal time, but then i didnt finish that either cause im stupid and eat too slow.))

but we dont have a microwave. only an oven. and yeah maybe i couldve reheated the 3/4th pizza or the grilled cheese in the oven, but then again the oven uses a lot of electricity. and my mom is always complaining that i turn the oven on, forget that its on for a while, and that im wasting electricity. and i was too tired and hungry to deal with that possibility. plus with the oven theres a chance i forget it too long or have it too hot and burn the food and that would just make me feel worse

but we dont have a microwave, because my mom thinks having a microwave leads to "eating more unhealthy foods that you just heat up" instead of "real food". so i didnt reheat any of my food. so i didnt eat it. it got to the point where it got cold and gross so i just threw it in the trash and hope my mom or grandma doesnt notice.

but if i had a microwave, i couldve reheated that food. and i couldve eaten it. ((and yeah, maybe i wouldnt have ate the whole thing, but maybe half at least? that counts right? well it dont really matter if it counts or not cause it didnt happen.))

and then maybe i wouldnt have been feeling like im gonna faint the whole day and maybe i wouldve gotten literally anything done instead of just scrolling on pinterest and youtube shorts for hours and feeling worthless. and maybe if i ate i wouldnt have hurt myself today

but nope. no microwave. it leads to "unhealthy" habits. i guess not eating enough to count as even ONE full meal is healthier since its not "microwave food"

thanks mom

[cogbreath]

something else ive been pondering also is the argument surrounding fiction and roleplay and if consumption or participation or creation of it is normalisation of abuse. its a very very tired argument i think. every argument ive seen on both sides is not even serious it seems and its just become some sort of flame war prompt. there seems to be a lack of active nuance everywhere with it. i find it so so unproductive. idk. i feel it kinda falls under the umbrella of thinking fandom n shit like this is activism. idk. i find it difficult to really care about and find to be a serious thing.

[daenysthedreamersblog]

how ml! just wanted check in and see how you're doing <3

hi! i am alright ive been really down/depressed/tired/anxious about random sheit (mostly my job and my mother bc she sucks 🥲 ) its just been causing me to find little pleasure in things and makes me unproductive but im trying to get back to things i enjoy :) like writing!

ngl ive had huge writers block with this peacekeeper fic... i have the last half and most of the beginning but i cant seem to figure out how to get from point A to B while maintaining consistent characterization and pacing so its been a struggle bus and discouraging and then i feel like i cant write anything else bc ive devoted myself to this one thing until its finished 👎🏻

but we're getting there i think im figuring it out slowly but surely 🤍 and soon ill be back on my zoloft so that will help 😂😂

thank u for asking love u bestie 🤎

[kikirambles]

man idk why i am so tired ive been doing nothing but the mandatory lectures and sleeping like. wow. ive never been this unproductive before

[ifidiedinadream]

Hi dear 🖤 Please don’t force yourself to write about anything you don’t wanna write about or to write in general if you don’t feel like it.

I can only speak for myself but I don’t care if you write the 162819th fic about Aleksi. I will happily read it no matter what. And if you don’t happen to write anything at all, that’s also fine!

I'm sure you know this already but I just felt like telling you because I sometimes wish people would tell me more often that being unproductive is fine too and that being repetitive in your art and creations also is! It’s your account, your stories, so you decide what you gonna write about ❤️‍🩹🖤

Sending love and hugs 🖤

thank you so much dear anon, i appreciate your words a lot 🥺🖤

it's totally fine for me to write other characters so i don't get bored, and i like imagining situations with them too so, really, it doesn't feel like a chore. obviously, since aleksi is my favorite, when im tired i'll write something about him because it comes more easily, but the others aren't a problem, especially if i've written about them before. about writing in general however, it's something ive been talking about with my therapist, because on the days where im not writing (where im not seeing friends either) i get extremely depressed, so i "force" myself to write all the time. we've been trying to find something else that could help me out of the bpd emptiness so i don't have to rely on writing only, but for now it's the only thing that truly works. the gym works too, but only until i'm home again 😅

[fapper]

Im so tired im gonna pass away ive been so unproductive lately