#so know i am 35 minutes early to the next one

[i-exist-because-reasons]

my alarm is still activated

the sound of my phone is on

but I slept through it and woke up an hour and a half later

two theories :

1. It rang but I was so out of it that I turned it off, fell back asleep and I have no memory of it

2. The demon under my bed was in a silly goofy mood

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Prompt #4

When they all convene at the cave, Alfred is silently wrapping Dick's knuckles. Damian hovers beside him. Tim and Barbara are hunched over the batcomputer, not even sparing Bruce a glance as he strides over.

"Report," Batman grunts. No one reacts.

"Report!"

"Hood pushed his panic button at 2:34 AM," Barbara says shortly, straightening.

The button had been a joke, mostly because Jason would never use it and everyone knew it.

"I patched into his comm at 2:35. This is what I heard initially." At her nod, Tim presses play. What occurs next is a garble. There is the sound of high winds, as if Hood is rushing through the air, even though the comms are designed to filter out any ambiance otherwise the Bats would never hear each other. Interspersed is a mixture of static punctuated by high, inhuman screeches of metal and something else unknown.

"This goes on," Barbara says after thirty long seconds, switching it off. "Red Hood failed to respond to any attempts at contact. I dispatched Nightwing to Hood's location at 2:36 AM. He was approximately two miles away." She pulls up a GPS map of their respective locations, their beacons blinking.

"At 2:41 AM, Red Hood's comm goes off, as does his GPS," Barbara says, swallowing softly as the red beacon indicating Jason disappears. "Nightwing arrives at 2:42 AM."

Dick doesn't say anything, head hanging low as he grips the metal table he sits on. Damian glances between the two of them, expression flat but fists clenched.

"Nightwing, report."

"..."

"Scene was empty, B," Tim speaks up. "No trace of Hood, no sign of a struggle. No cameras in the alley. We've been checking the ones nearby but so far there's no sign of anyone but Hood heading in that direction...and no one, Hood included, caught in the cams heading out, not within that time frame."

"So he's still in the area," Batman concludes. "The local buildings?"

"All the entrances have cameras, which showed no evidence of Hood nor any evidence of being tampered with," Barbara says. "Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin canvased within a half mile radius to check for any signs of disturbances in any of the windows or rooftops but found no evidence to support Hood being taken. A scan confirmed several serial offenders, but when interviewed and searched there was no sign of Hood. Several in the area reported an unusual quiet for Crime Alley."

Batman forces the next question out. "Did you check the dumpsters?"

"Yes," Nightwing grits out. "Empty."

Barbara clears her throat. "I have attempted to reconnect to Jason's GPS and comm as well as restart both remotely but there's no signal at all. The thing is, when there's a disruption like that it usually leaves some sort of sign" she pulls up the audio waves, pointing at the end where the spikes conform into a straight line that makes everyone deeply uncomfortable. Upon playing, the noise from before plays before going abruptly silent. "But there is no large spike, this is clean. It just ends. His GPS is much the same. It's not off, it's just gone."

"I know you don't like to hypothesize this early on, B, but we think this involves a meta," Tim says, rewinding the audio. "We've been running the audio from Jason's comm through different filters, playing with the levels and isolating what we can and, well, take a listen--"

The screeching drops to a sort of muffle and in the background, distantly, they can hear bits of Jason's voice.

"No, I'm not---"

"--don't need--"

"get AWAY from--"

a particularly desperate yell that makes Tim flinch, "I am NOT--!"

and almost a whimper that makes Batman's blood run cold, "please..."

And then, unfairly clear even through the faint garble, Jason says "I don't have a choice, do I."

And a minute later, quietly: "Ok."

The audio cuts off.

The defeat in Jason's last words is palpable, and fundamentally wrong. Jason has never sounded defeated a day in his life, and no one knows how to process Red Hood all but giving his hands over for the cuffs. Nightwing pushes himself off the table.

"I'm going back out there," he growls. No one tries to stop him as he stalks out the cave, not even Alfred.

"I will accompany Nightwing, make sure he does not punch any more walls." Damian says, nodding tightly.

"B?" Barbara asks.

"Keep working on it. See if you can identify what could be making those noises if Hood was standing still in an alley," Batman says, walking towards the zeta tube. "I'm going to make a few calls."

[pedrospatch]

family

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Reader

summary: You and Joel have some news to share with Sarah.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. (TW) pregnancy, small age gap (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 35). fluff, fluff, fluff, Joel and Sarah being the most adorable father daughter duo.

word count: 3.3k

a/n:this is my response to this request right here; a huge thank you to whoever sent this one in!

You let out a small, tired sigh and wiped the back of your hand across your forehead. The early afternoon lunch rush at Moe’s Diner had just ended and you were exhausted beyond belief. Moe’s was one of the more popular locally owned joints in Austin, Texas, and while having a lot of customers coming into the establishment meant earning heftier tips and of course, a bigger paycheck, there was a small part of you that couldn’t help but wish that you could have at least one slow day, just one single day of the week where you weren’t waiting about a dozen tables all at once.

The moment you dropped the last stack of used plates into the plastic gray bin for Hugo, the dishwasher, to come and collect, you washed your hands thoroughly with soap and warm water and then made your way over to the old, electronic cash register behind the main counter to punch in the tips you’d earned after the rush; an hour’s worth of working and you had already made about a hundred bucks to take home at the end of your shift. As you finished logging your earnings, you could feel a pair of eyes watching you from a distance. You didn’t even need to look up to see that it was Joel. He had made something of a habit of coming to join you on his lunch hour. He’d been working longer and longer days lately, and if his only chance to spend time with you was during his lunch break, then that is exactly what he was going to do.

You tossed your receipt into the register and closed it up, turning to your coworker, Melinda. “Alright. All the tables have been cashed out, cleared, and wiped down,” You informed her, sticking your own copy of the receipt for your tips into the crisp, white apron of your uniform. “Mind if I go and take a break now?”

“Go right ahead. Don’t want to keep lover boy over there waiting for too long,” Melinda responded with a teasing wink.

“Oh, shut up,” You snipped at her, although the smile was evident in your tone of voice. You turned around and quickly poured two cups of coffee, a regular for Joel and a decaffeinated roast for yourself. Last week during your doctor’s appointment, your obstetrician reassured you that it would be a while before you really had to start easing up on the amount of caffeine you put into your body, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to start weaning yourself off of it while you were still in the earlier stages of pregnancy. Better to deal with the withdrawals sooner rather than later. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to help you with the next rush,” You told Melinda over your shoulder. You took the two cups in your hands and walked over towards one of the booths in the far corner of the fifties themed restaurant where Joel had chosen to sit today. You set his cup of coffee down in front of him and kissed his cheek lightly before sliding into the booth across from him. “I am so sorry to have kept you waiting. Two for one lunch special brought in a lot more people than Moe had anticipated.” You rolled your eyes, gently shaking your head. “He understaffed us. Again.”

Joel frowned as he noted, “I can tell. You look exhausted.”

“Which is basically code for, you look like shit, isn’t it?” You asked him teasingly.

“S’not what I meant and you know it,” he replied, rolling his eyes at you as he took a careful sip of his coffee. “You shouldn’t be workin’ so damn hard, y’know. S’not good for you to strain yourself, not in your condition.”

“In my condition,” You mimicked him with an amused little chuckle. It earned you a stern glare. “Oh come on, Joel. I’m only about six weeks along.” You shrugged your shoulders and then leaned back into the seat of the booth. “Come back to me with that bullshit when I’m in my third trimester and waddling around this place.”

Joel snorted. “Well, I’m hopin’ that by that time, you won’t be workin’ at all.”

Your playful smile faded slightly from your face. “What are you talking about?” You asked, crossing your arms stubbornly over your chest. It baffled you that he would even suggest such a thing. “We have a baby on the way. That means that I have to work, Joel. I have to work for as long as I possibly can before it comes. And then after a couple months of maternity leave, I’m going to have to come back and work some more.”

“Wait a minute, what about school?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. “How exactly do you plan to juggle studyin’ while workin’ and bein’ a mom too?”

Stumped on how to answer him without upsetting him, you remained quiet and chewed nervously on your bottom lip. He wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t exactly told him yet, but the reality was that you knew it would be tough to handle all three and there was a pretty good chance that your teaching degree would have to be put on the back burner for an indefinite amount of time.

“You’re not givin’ up on that degree,” Joel asserted, as if he had read your thoughts. “No way in hell, I won’t let you. You only have one year left,” he reminded you firmly. “Look, business has been boomin’ on my end of things. If it stays that way, I can get you out of this place. Let you focus on bein’ a mom and gettin’ your teachin’ credential.”

You bit back a sigh. “Joel, it’s a bit too early to even be talking about all of this, don’t you think?” You said after a moment, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the conversation. “There’s no need to worry about that stuff yet.” Noticing the exasperated expression on his face, you outstretched your arm across the able and held out your hand. “I’m serious, Joel. I don’t want you to worry about it, not right now.”

He smiled warily as he took your hand in his. He leaned over and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently. “Look, I know it’s early,” he acknowledged. “But I’m just plannin’ ahead.” He paused long enough to press another kiss onto your hand. “I just wanna take care of you, darlin’. That’s all.”

“I know you do,” You replied softly, squeezing his hand. You could see Melinda over behind the counter tapping the invisible watch around her wrist as if to tell you that your time was running out. “What time do you have to be back at the job site?”

Joel glanced down at his watch, but it was useless. The damn thing had stopped working once again, and yet he refused to take it to get repaired. “Probably have to start headin’ back soon, actually,” he realized, the disappointment present in his tone. He hadn’t gotten nearly as much time with you as he would have liked. “Oh, I forgot to mention. Tommy said he’s not gonna be home for dinner tonight,” he informed you. “Said he’s spendin’ the night with a buddy, but we both know what that means.”

You giggled. “Another blonde he met at the bar, huh?”

“Yeah, sounds ‘bout right.” Joel laughed and rolled his eyes. “But anyway, I was thinkin’ that tonight might be the night to finally tell Sarah, seein’ as it’ll just be the three of us. What do you think, baby?”

You squeezed his hand again. “I’m kind of nervous, Joel. About telling her.”

“Yeah, me too.” Joel wasn’t nervous for Sarah’s reaction because he’d thought she would feel negatively about the baby or about you. Rather, he knew his teenager would be horrified thinking about how this blessed miracle came to be seeing as he’d signed a permission slip for her to learn all about the birds and the bees in health class at school last semester. At thirteen, Sarah was in that one stage where anything that Joel did embarrassed her—or grossed her out.

And this would certainly gross her out.

“Jesus, here comes round two of the rush,” You muttered, watching three large parties of people walk into the diner. Reluctantly, you released Joel’s hand. “I should go and help Melinda. Besides, you really need to get back to work before you’re late.”

Both you and Joel slid out of the booth and stood up. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest in one of those tight, warm hugs that you’d grown to adore over the last couple of years. “I’ll be home on time for dinner tonight,” he promised you. “If you need anythin’ while I’m at work, you let me know, alright?”

You chuckled. “Yes, Joel.”

He let go of you and stood back, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m serious. You need anythin’ at all, you call me, alright? My phone will be in my pocket.”

“I’ll be fine, Joel,” You insisted, shaking your head as you laughed. “Now go on, get going before your boss chews you out for being late.”

“I am my boss, darlin’.” He grinned boyishly at you before pressing his lips lightly against yours, murmuring gently against them. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Ugh, this is too good.” Sarah let out a small groan of satisfaction as she took another bite of her spaghetti. She turned to you a minute later, dabbing at her mouth with her paper napkin before telling you, “Have I told you that it’s my favorite? Because it’s my favorite and I simply must give my compliments to the chef.”

You lifted your chin slightly, feeling pleased with yourself. “Thank you.”

Joel pouted, feigning offense. “Now wait a damn minute, I thought the spaghetti that I made you was your favorite?”

“Dad, you use the jarred crap,” Sarah reminded him. “Her sauce is homemade. She actually makes it from scratch, like you’re supposed to.” She pointed her fork at him. “Your spaghetti is just one step above Chef Boyardee. And that’s being generous.”

Joel picked a crouton from the salad bowl in the middle of the table and flicked it at her. “Turd.”

“Bigger turd,” she shot back at him with a tiny giggle as she picked up the crouton and popped it into her mouth.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” You chuckled, waving a hand. “Settle down you two or I’ll put you both in timeout.”

“Y’see what you do? Gettin’ us in trouble,” Joel joked before biting into a slice of garlic bread.

Sarah stuck her tongue out at him. “You started it.”

You giggled, shaking your head.

You adored the dynamic between the two, although there were times when it could be a bit much. Somehow, you seemed to bring a bit of balance to it all—you had become the calm, level headed presence if and when Sarah and Joel’s antics ever went overboard.

You wouldn’t have it any other way, of course.

Although Joel had been seeing you for about two or so years now, he hadn’t introduced you to Sarah until six months into the relationship. You hadn’t been offended by that in the slightest—you knew that he’d done his fair share of dating around before you came along, and he had made the sore mistake of introducing his young, impressionable daughter to a large number of different women who, in the end, never stuck around. Not wanting to cause any further confusion or strife for Sarah, Joel vowed never to bring another woman into his daughter’s life again, not unless he was absolutely certain it was someone who would actually stay.

That woman turned out to be you.

Joel had met you when he and his younger brother, Tommy, walked into Moe’s one afternoon for lunch. Tommy set his sights on you first, flirting up a storm, but it was Joel who you’d connected with. Joel ended up visiting the diner several times after that, going in for a cup of coffee at least every other day until he’d finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a date. That one date turned into two, two turned into three, and by date number six, you two had completely fallen for each other. Joel realized early on that you were the real deal, but nevertheless, he still chose to wait to introduce you to his then eleven year old.

When the time to meet Sarah finally came, you’d been so nervous; you were in love with Joel, but you knew that if his daughter didn’t like you, it could all come crashing down. Your first interaction with Sarah had been a little awkward, but as you got to know each other, things slowly started to shift in the right direction. The more time you’d started spending around her—with her—the closer you two became and your bond eventually flourished.

A few months later, you moved in with her, Joel, and Tommy.

“It’s going to be so nice having another girl around here,” Sarah had told you excitedly while helping you unpack a box of your things in Joel’s bedroom. “There’s way too much testosterone around here.”

The two of you had become inseparable.

Joel often liked to joke that she liked you more than she liked him.

He wasn’t totally wrong about that.

All you could do was hope that the news of the baby wouldn’t change how Sarah felt about you. You loved Joel, of course, but you’d grown to love Sarah too. They were your family.

The timer that you’d set on the oven started beeping loudly, pulling you from your train of thoughts. “Those would be the cupcakes that I made for dessert.”

“Chocolate?” Sarah asked you with shining, hopeful eyes.

“Of course. What other flavor is there?” You winked as you stood up from your chair.

She punched the air lightly. “Yes! Can I help you frost them?”

“As soon as they cool down,” You promised, touching her shoulder lightly as you walked by her and off into the kitchen.

“Tonight just keeps getting better and better,” Sarah sighed contentedly, picking up her fork.

Joel watched her for a moment in silence, a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said after minute or two, garnering Sarah’s attention. “You really like her, don’t you, kiddo?”

“Of course! She’s got to be like, the coolest person ever,” Sarah remarked in between more bites of her pasta. “What’s not to like? She’s smart, she’s pretty, she’s fun to talk to,” she started ticking things off her list. “She has amazing taste in movies and music. Oh, and she lets me borrow her clothes.”

He laughed, suddenly realizing that the Red Hot Chili Peppers band tee shirt she was wearing actually belonged to you. “You’re askin’ for her permission to wear her stuff, right?”

Sarah batted her eyelashes innocently at him. “She said that I didn’t have to ask. In fact, she said I could just help myself to her side of the closet whenever I wanted.”

Joel tossed another crouton at her. “I don’t care what she said, it’s still polite to ask, missy.”

“I’m just kidding, dad! Jeez,” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Of course I ask her. You didn’t raise a heathen.”

Joel snorted lightly and leaned back into his chair. “Sometimes I ain’t so sure about that, babygirl.”

After a minute, Sarah’s eyes met his across the table. “Hey, dad?”

“Yeah?”

“You like her a lot too, don’t you?”

“A hell of a lot,” he answered, honestly. “You know, I never thought I’d meet someone like her.”

“Me either,” Sarah admitted. “But I’m really glad that you did.” She paused, offering him a tiny, but genuine smile. “You deserve to be happy, you know?”

Joel’s heart warmed inside of his chest. He lightly kicked her foot underneath the table with his. “Look at you being a big ol’ pile of sentimental goo.”

“And this is exactly why I don’t ever say anything,” Sarah huffed, but she giggled. “You always ruin it.”

“Always ruin what?” You asked as you walked back out of the kitchen. You took your seat and picked up your glass of iced tea looking between the two. “What did I miss?”

“Oh nothing, my dad is just being annoying, as always,” Sarah kidded before she began to polish off the remainder of her dinner.

A long, but comfortable silence fell over the table.

You glanced over at Joel, wondering when it would be time. His gaze met yours and he raised an eyebrow, as if silently asking you if you were ready. Although you weren’t, you gave him a subtle nod.

Joel cleared his throat. “Sarah?”

“Hmm?”

“There’s somethin’ that we want to tell you,” he began to say, earning himself a puzzled look from his daughter. He hesitated, as if trying to figure out the best way to just spit it out. “We’ve been wantin’ to tell you this for a couple of weeks now, but we wanted to find the right moment and well, I think this is it—we’re havin’ a baby.”

Sarah’s fork clinked loudly against her plate as she dropped it in surprise. “What?” she gasped, her wide eyes flicking to you. “Are you freaking serious?”

You nodded, wondering if that was a good reaction or a bad one. You couldn’t quite tell just yet. “I’m having a baby,” you confirmed, lifting a hand and running it nervously through your hair.

Sarah stared at you, her eyes still wide and what looked like a smile threatening to break out across her face. “Swear it?”

You exhaled a breath of relief. “Swear it. I’m six weeks right now.”

Letting out a little squeal, she jumped up from her chair and ran over to you, throwing her arms around your shoulders. “I can’t believe this!” She squeezed you tightly—a little too tightly. “Do you know what it is yet? When will you know? Can we start looking at baby stuff this weekend? Can we buy it clothes already?”

“Sarah, breathe.” Joel shook his head, although he was grinning from ear to ear. “And more importantly, let her breathe.”

“Shut up, Joel. She’s fine,” You waved a hand dismissively at him as you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her back. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be this excited.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sarah exclaimed as she pulled away. “This is the best news ever! I’ve been all by myself for so long!”

“Hey, what are we? Chopped liver?” Joel threw his hands up and then brought them back down onto his lap.

“Oh, you know what I mean.”

“No, I really don’t.”

Sarah shrugged. “Well, it’s just been me all these years, dad. But now I get to have a little brother or sister.” She paused and glanced at you. “Is it wrong to say that I really, really hope it’s a girl?”

“Then it would be three against one,” Joel realized, the color draining from his face slightly. “Jesus Christ, I really hope it’s a boy.”

“You have Uncle Tommy.”

“He doesn’t count.”

“Joel!” You snapped at him, causing Sarah to throw her head back and laugh. “Don’t say that.”

“The score is even,” Sarah stated. She pointed a finger at him as she walked back to her chair and sat down. “Two boys, two girls. The baby will be the tie breaker. When will find out what it is?”

“In a few more weeks,” You responded, chuckling at the way her face fell. “Trust me, they’ll go by faster than you think.”

“I can’t wait!” Sarah beamed brightly, looking between the two of you. “Oh man, this is awesome.”

Joel tilted his head curiously at her. “Yeah? You happy, babygirl?”

“I get to have a family,” she murmured, her hand resting lightly on her chest. “A real family, like the ones you see on TV or in the movies." She looked at him, her eyes twinkling brightly. “Happy doesn’t even cover it, dad.”

[mintmatcha]

Inevitable Things: chapter two

aizawa x reader fic

cw: aizawa x reader, cisfem reader, office AU, no quirks. no porn in first two chapters, sorry gang :)

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When you arrive at 8:35, all of the lights in the building are already on, a warm, yellow hued light against the stormy sky. The exterior almost melts into the overcast; it makes you think of that ‘bye-bye blue' that Disney coined for its buildings, only much more depressing. Sometimes you look at this build and think about the hours of your life that it’s stolen, but not today. No, for once, you decide to have a good day. 

It’s your birthday, after all.

The dash across the parking lot is a bit wobbly, your heels catching the gravel and potholes. Mic had texted you last night to remind you to wear something special, since he and a couple other office friends were taking you out, so you had dawned the only pair of heels you actually liked: a red pair you found at a thrift shop years ago. The stilettos are a bit high and much too sexy for your taste, but there’s an unknowable something about them that you love. 

You did, however, forget your umbrella.

One of the interns is by the door, jacket pulled over his head to protect himself and his cigarette from the rain. Izuku, chubby cheeked and doe eyed, is shorter than most of his peers, with thick green curls that puff up and frizz in the humidity. For his stature, he’s surprisingly built; he and his boyfriend -no, fiance now- go to the gym together every morning and the hard work shows. You can’t help but notice the curve of bicep that flexes as he moves his arm back to his face.

“Good morning!” you call out. The weather is cool, so you wrap both hands around your special little birthday latte. Izuku seems unphased by the weather; he sniffles a bit as he pulls another drag, freckled nose wrinkling. The red stained rims of his eyes are stark against his tan skin. 

“Yeah.” He sucks in a breath, trying to keep his voice light and failing. His Southern draw sits heavy on his tongue. “Not quite.”

“Oh no, what happened?” Rain drives a shiver up your spine and so does the look in his eyes.

 “Like, okay, it was so-” He takes another thick pull and exhales it too quickly, coughing a bit as he talks. His ideas come faster than his mouth can handle. “First thing this morning-- well, actually, Ka-chan and I got here before anybody, so it wasn’t, like, first thing-first thing, you know? Anyway, like- thirty minutes after the first thing, when Mr. Aizawa arrived, he like, didn’t even set his stuff down before he told me to get into the conference room, which is crazy because he usually won’t do anything until you’re here and-”

“Izuku, focus.”

“I am focused-- these are important details! Mr. Aizawa pulled me into a conference room this morning and reamed me out. Incompetent: he called me lazy and incompetent, which is crazy because I do so much in this department! You wouldn’t believe it! And you know what Ka did? Laughed. He could hear it from the cubicle and he laughed, isn’t that awful? We’re getting married and yet he thinks it's okay to laugh at my misfortun-?”

“Wait, slow down,” you say. “Why were you yelled at?”

Izuku takes a dramatic gulp of air to slow himself, but it clearly does nothing. His finger twiddle the cigarette back and forth, ash falling to the puddle at his feet.. “He told me the work I turned in yesterday wasn't acceptable.”

It couldn't be the things you did. There’s no way; you’re smart -- well, okay, maybe not. You’re competent at least-- competent enough that you’ve done the reports previously without any complaints. 

“No.”

“It's my fault.” Izuku continues. His accent gets thicker when it’s holding worry, clipping words and rounding out other sounds. “I should have finished them myself, but Denki offered to help me out-- and I had a meeting with the wedding planner yesterday so I had to leave early; if i was late again I would have upset Mitsuki and I couldn’t upset Mitsuki again because she’s intense, like, way more intense that Katsuki ever is, so I’m a little terrified of her-”

Fuck. You can’t listen- you’re trying to focus on keeping your breakfast down. That was your work. You’re the one that made Izuku and Denki look bad.

“-Biomedical engineering. Why did I pick biomedical engineering? I should have chosen law school like Iida. That would have been a better career path.”

“What about Denki?” You interrupt his rambling and he seems to snap out of his panic loop. For once, he’s quiet. “What about Denki, Izuku?”

“Oh.” Izuku says. “Yeah. Well.”

He places the cigarette between his teeth and goes to suck, only to realize he’s hit the filter. With a tsk, he smashes the embers against the concrete side of the building, but doesn’t drop the butt, instead holding it in his palm. A trickle of rain runs down your cheek, just enough to make you shiver.

“Allegedly,” Now, he speaks too slowly, chewing on every word. “HR is working on his off boarding.”

Your body forgets how to breathe. The interns are all part of a specific college program- if they aren’t working, they don’t get credit towards their summer graduation. Because of you, Denki will not be graduating this spring-- in fact, he’s going to have to wait another full school year until he can apply for graduating again. Your head is spinning from the lack of oxygen and you have to manually force yourself to suck in a breath.

“He’s fired?” you ask, stupidly. 

“I’m not surprised, to be honest.” Izuku says. His pretty little curls are flattened now, heavy with wet. “This was his fifth big mistake and Mr. Aizawa is, well… he’s Mr. Aizawa. He doesn’t pull any punches.”  

“Oh, geez.” You want to barf. “Oh, no, oh, geez.” 

You’re ruining someone's life. One mistake and  you’ve fucked everything up. Tears prickle hot behind your eyes as you think; what are your options here? You can’t just let this happen. Your job is to fix things-- that’s the only thing you’re good for. Discussing this with Aizawa would be a dead end; he’d probably just fire you too. You need to go above him. 

“I’ll fix this,” you say, mostly to reassure yourself. You turn on your heel and march inside, a plan already forming in your mind. “Don’t worry.”

“Fix what?” Izuku calls after you. “Denki getting fired?”

You flash the security officer your badge, not bothering to turn around. There’s no time for that. The head of HR is usually punctual, so you only have a couple minutes before he arrives and sees the termination paperwork. It’ll take time to process, of course, but you’d rather fix this before it’s even reached that point.  You scramble to your desk and don’t bother to sit down before you’re picking up your phone and dialing. The number is posted on a little sticky note, right under ‘emergencies only’ written in big red letters. This… counts, right? This is an emergency in its own regard.

The line rings once, then twice. Then, it clicks. 

“Good morning.” The voice on the other side is unusually smooth, a clear timbre despite it all. In between words he takes long, drawing breaths, pulling through his nasal cannula. “Is my company? On fire?”

You laugh at that and you aren’t sure why. Maybe it’s the trill of fear in your gut, burrowing its way out anyway it can. “Good morning, sir. No, the building is still standing, luckily.”

“Please,"  he says, and you understand immediately.

“Yagi.” The informality of it all feels weird, even after all this time. He's the CEO and he wants you to address him like a friend. It’s been that way since you first started, but it still feels undeserved. “How are you?”

“I’m well.” Behind him you can hear the mumble of the television: a children’s show, you think. “My niece is visiting. So, I’ve been. Spending a lot of time. By the pond, feeding the ducks.”

He mentioned once that he had wanted children, but the company had taken up too much of his time. That memory makes your gut twist in a different way as you remember just how finite his time really is. 

“That sounds lovely.”

“It is lovely.” He pauses. Then, clears his throat. “Not that I’m. Not happy to hear from you, but… why are you calling?”

“Well, I-” You’re not sure where to start. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, swaying like you have to pee. “I made a mistake.”

“What kind of mistake?”  

“Not a company ruining one, but…” Oh, geez. Maybe you'll end up being the one without a job today.  “I finalized some work for the engineering department interns and it wasn’t up to standard. And the manager-”

“-Shouta?”

 “Yes, uh. Aizawa. He wasn’t aware of that fact and he fired the intern for work that I did.”

There's a pause.

“Are you sure?” He sniffles a bit. You can picture how he itches his nose with the back of his hand. He hates that tube. “I know he isn’t. The warmest man, but Aizawa. Isn’t one to fire. An employee without. Apt reason. Have you tried. Speaking to him?”

You can’t. The idea of confrontation makes your skin itch. Besides, you can’t just look him in the eyes and admit you fucked up-- he’d lose his mind. 

“I just can’t let Kaminari get in trouble for my work.”

Yagi hums a low tone.

“I’ll bring it. To Shouta’s attention.” You almost jump for joy at that. “And I’ll let HR. Know.”

“Oh, thank you.” You’re physically bouncing. “I felt so guilty.”

“That’s under. Standable.” he says. “Maybe we. Have the engineers. Do their own work from now on, okay?”

“I know, I know, I just--” Can’t say no? “I like to be useful.”

“You’re more than useful.” His voice is warm, almost paternal. “I’m being told that I have an episode of Bluey to watch, so…”

“Goodbye, have fun, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You hang up, then wait a couple beats before sighing with relief. Crisis avoided! Happy birthday to you! Maybe, against all odds, this will be a good day. 

You drop into your seat and let it spin. Your latte isn’t hot anymore, but even lukewarm it’s still pretty damn good. After it boots up, your computer notifications are alight with companies wishing you a happy day and a merry 30% off. There’s a couple of DMs from coworkers that you haven’t opened yet as well and the attention makes you glitter.You almost forget that Touya still hasn't read your messages. It's not a surprise; he always forgets your birthday. It shouldn’t upset you at this point.

The workday official starts and, for once, it’s calm. There’s time to organize your desk and check on your facebook. Maybe, just maybe, the universe has decided to be kind to you. Yagi sounded better than he usually does, if not a bit winded.

You’re thirty, but you don’t feel older. 18 feels like last week, 25 is still your friend. Being this old almost feels like a joke-- especially being this old and single, with a job you’re not passionate about. You thought, maybe, that things would be okay by now. You’d be successful, with more than a couple hundred in your checking account, and a husband that could return a fucking text. Life, of course, had other plans.

It’s not that you don’t love Touya. You do. You really do. You just wish that you didn’t. It's easier to love someone like Hizashi or a boring man from R&D, but being with him feels like running on sand as it sinks down an hourglass. You're too far gone already, too intertwined with him; fate has linked you to a man that will inevitably break your heart, over and over again.

You almost don’t notice the stomp of boots down the hallway until it’s too late. You’ve been eclipsed.

Aizawa turns the corner so quickly that you jump and spill your coffee. His brow furrowed so deeply that his ‘11’ lines have gained an extra 1, and extra wrinkles have puckered around his straight drawn mouth. When he speaks, his lips curl up in one corner in revulsion, giving you a hint of canine. Someone from marketing walks down the hall,  meets your eyes, then turns back around, fleeing it away from this situation. You wish you could do the same.

 His hands press flat against your desk. The space he takes up alone makes you wilt, drawing back into your chair. Oh, he's pissed. Beyond pissed. His hair is down for once, falling in front of his face as he talks, and his hoodie sleeves are pushed to his elbows, revealing the punched, tense muscle underneath. The finer hairs on his arms are raised up into goosebumps, standing straight like pins.

“If you have a problem with the way I run my department,” Aizawa seethes. “At least have the balls to say it to my face.” 

The air in your lungs turns icy. You’re frozen there, hands hovering above your keyboard, unsure if you should even pick up your drink. 

“On what planet is it acceptable to tattle on me to the CEO?” His voice carries down the hall as he growls at you, the low, rolling tone of his voice somehow more terrifying than actual yelling. He reminds you of a wild dog, ears pinned back and ready to bite. And you’re just the poor rabbit in his path. “And to HR? Are you fucking kidding? You’re better than this.”

Oh, this is the type of interaction you were trying to avoid. Heat flares across your cheeks as you sputter and you frantically look anywhere else to avoid the burn. “I-- uh--”

“Did the interns come crying to you again?” Aizawa continues. “Did you let them walk all over you again?”

He leans in even closer.

“You are not their mother or their friend. They are adults. With jobs. And they do not need the secretary saving them from work they are paid to do-- especially Kaminari, who regularly abuses your good faith.”

Your shoes. You focus on those. Your pretty, candy red heels with the delicate strap, the ones Touya always compliments and the ones that make you feel beautiful. 

“Calling Toshinori? May I remind you that he is actively dying? May I remind you that you are actively wasting his time with this?"

Shoes, look at your shoes.

"I also don’t have the fucking time for this. We are a business in a time crunch-- I don’t have the energy or brain power or man power to be dragging around dead weight," he says. "If I decide someone isn't fit enough to work here, they are not fit to work here. Do you understand that?”

Oh. A sudden, horrible realization hits you. All of the weeks of stress and loneliness and heartbreak and other random bullshit that’s built up in your life is hitting all at once and, despite how hard you’re trying not to, you are going to cry. Tears are prickling hot against the corners of your eyes, burning to come out, and you know there’s only second before they spill over-

“Do you understand that?”

You look up. He looks down. Your lip quivers. 

Aizawa immediately draws back, eyes widening with realization. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, drawing in a short breath. His brows are pinched together differently now; if he was anyone else, you’d assume he was sorry. If he was anyone else, you might care.

“I didn’t mean to…” he tries.

“You’re-” You want to scream and fight and curse, but all you can say is: “I hate you.”

It’s incredibly juvenile, but saying it feels good. With all of the fury you can muster, you stand, chair bouncing back against the wall behind you, and march out of there and straight into the women’s bathroom. You hold your chin high until the door slams behind you. 

Then, you sob. It’s loud enough that you know it can be heard in the hall, wet enough that all of your make-up ends on the back of your hands, hard enough that you lose one of your contacts, but you just can’t stop. It comes in a torrent, one that doesn’t stop until you’re all blurry eyed and swollen and absolutely, positively destroyed.  

Fucking astrology. Fucking Aizawa. Fucking work. Fucking Touya. Fucking turning thirty.

Your heels look stupid against the blue and white linoleum. The faux leather no longer looks convincing, but like cheap, normal plastic. Your cellphone is still on your desk and covered in an 8 dollar latte, so there's nothing to distract you from your own downward spiral. You want to be helpful. You want to be a good person, but nothing seems to work out that way. 

By the time you manage to peel yourself out of the bathroom stall, the world has started to turn again. Someone’s at the coffee station, stirring in way too many sugars, someone else is taking on the phone just out of earshot. Aizawa is thankfully gone. You’re not sure you could have handled more of that.

Frankly, you’re not sure you can handle more of anything. You strip your other contact from your eye and throw on your only other option: the emergency glasses you have stashed in your desk. Great, as if you didn't feel bad enough already, now you feel ugly too. 

A ping comes through from HR, letting you know that you have sick time available 'if need be.’ For once, the office gossip works in your favor. You shoot off a quick reply, confirming that you're going to head out, then grab your phone. It's sticky and wet, but it still works.

do you want to leave work early and go get drunk?<-

Hizashi’s response is almost immediate.

->leave work early????? who is this and what have you done with my babygirl?????

-is that a no? ): <-

->are you kidding?????? I’ll be at your desk in 15

You are going to get drunk. Very. Very. Drunk.

[captainmalewriter]

Fuck!!! Cant believe i just missed my flight to go on vacation.

I work like a dog all year and this is what i get? The slowest and chattiest taxi driver in London fumbles my ride and now I'm too late....fuck

Shouldn't be mad, traffic was not his fault, and maybe i could get on the next flight, he was nice enough to give me this Cream prizeball for my troubles

Congratulations, you found my missing cream capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

It was unbelievable. You had planned your well-earned vacation for several months now, but once the big day came around, shit immediately hit the fan. You had taken a risk and decided to sleep in a little instead of going to the airport as early as possible. That one tiny decision turned out to be your downfall…

You sat in your taxi cab with a grim look on your face. The time was now 11:35 AM; you were a little more than a half hour late to your scheduled flight now. With every passing minute, the plane that was supposed to take you to your destination was getting further and further away. Despite missing your flight, you decided to go to the airport anyway. There was the possibility of getting on a later flight after all!

But despite your optimism, your taxi driver’s non-stop chattering was starting to get on your nerves. He kept changing topics on a whim and with very little to no transition between topics. Although you were nice enough to listen for the first few minutes or so, your patience was starting to wear thin. And to make matters worse, the traffic was absolutely horrid that morning. You were moving at a turtle’s pace, and the flow of traffic didn’t seem to be improving much if at all. You laid your head against your arm as you began looking out the window. If everything had gone the way it was supposed to, then you’d be tucked into your airplane seat taking a catnap instead of being trapped in the hell scape of seemingly never-ending traffic.

While you were busy daydreaming, your taxi driver changed topics again. You almost didn’t catch it due to how fast he talks but you managed to notice he was now talking to you instead of at you. You tried to follow along with what he was saying but got lost somewhere in the middle of his ramblings. You ended up just letting whatever the driver was saying go in one ear and out the other. After a few more minutes of rambling, the taxi driver finally got to his point.

“…But look, I know it sucks when things don’t go your way. Nobody likes it. I know I can’t do much to help out but here, maybe some candy might cheer you up.” He opened the glove department where he had various capsules sitting in there. He took out the cream colored one and handed it to you. “I’ve never seen this flavor before but here, I want you to have it.”

You took the capsule from him. Surprisingly, the taxi driver returned his eyes to the road and stayed quiet. It was odd but you accepted his newfound silence without question. You held the cream capsule in your hands. It looked like just the ones marketed to children. You sighed. Maybe the driver was right, maybe some vanilla candy would help perk up your mood. You twisted the capsule open and saw perfectly swirled cream sitting inside. There was a small plastic spoon attached to the lid. You took it off and started eating the candy cream. It tasted just like almond butter! Delicious.

You felt rejuvenated as you kept eating the cream. It was like a rush of energy suddenly started coursing through your veins. You weren’t sure if the sudden energy spike was because of a sugar rush or if it was because of something else. All you knew was that you needed to get out of the car and start moving!

You thanked the taxi driver for the ride and for the candy capsule as you paid what you owed. You then hopped out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk while the traffic was still at a standstill. You began speed walking down the sidewalk towards the airport, already making better progress than just sitting in a car. But then a speed walk became a jog, then a jog became a run. You could feel your heartbeat pumping as you ran in the bright sunlight. You were working up a sweat as you ran at a steady pace to the airport and took off your shirt as a result. Even though you weren’t really a runner, you were running like a professional athlete. Your form was great, your breathing was controlled, and your fast pace was nothing to sneeze at either. You were a natural!

The more you ran, the more calories you were burning off. It was miraculous, it was like any body fat you once possessed was melting off within a matter of minutes! Your muscles grew at an explosive rate. Your arms became rugged as body fat transformed into muscle mass. Your biceps were the size of melons and your hands became rough like leather as scarred calluses formed on your palms. Your shoulder span became wider and bigger as your lats grew and grew. Your new torso matched that of a professional bodybuilder once your body finished growing its new muscles.

The bottom half of your body also went through a muscle transformation. Your calves and thighs were sculpted with muscles like a Greek god. Your feet grew bigger until you possessed size 12 feet. Your ass became rounder and firmed as your glute muscles kicked in too. Although you didn’t have a bubble butt, you still had a sweet, voluptuous ass to call your own. Straight lines and rugged angles became the reality of your new body. From the sharp jawline to incredibly well-defined abs, you became the epitome of men’s health and fitness.

You made it to the airport in record time. You stood outside the entrance for a bit as you caught your breath after working up a good sweat from a great run. As you waited, some men that were coming in and out of the airport stopped to compliment you on your physique. They mostly said things along the lines of ‘I love your videos bro… You’re my favorite fitness influencer… You motivate me to get stronger’ and so on. You weren’t exactly sure what they were talking about but just flashed your signature white smile and thanked them for the love.

Once you cooled down, you made your way inside the airport and went straight to a receptionist desk. You were planning to explain your situation and that you’d like to book a later flight if possible, but the receptionist cut you off before you could begin. Just like the men from before, she was a fan of your fitness content. She called you ‘Mr. Rami Singh.’ That wasn’t your name, but for some reason… You didn’t feel the need to correct her. Her calling you that name felt… correct, somehow. She showered you with lots of praise and support, and although you weren’t used to receiving this much love, you took in stride and grinned as you thanked her.

“Hey, I saw on your story that you’re heading off to Mumbai,” the receptionist started. “You know, I’ve got connections… I can bump you up to first class if you’d like. Consider it a small gift from a fan, Mr. Singh, I mean it’s the least I can do after you helped me transform my life with your weight loss plan!”

The receptionist was beaming. She called you Mr. Singh again. You blinked a couple times as you processed what you had experienced. Strange things had been happening ever since you ate the candy from the capsule that chatty taxi driver gave you. Yet, the more you thought about it, the less strange everything seemed. You were Rami Singh, a 27 year old Indian who loved going to the gym and had made a career being a fitness influencer on social media. You loved fitness and you loved helping people start their own fitness journeys by sharing your knowledge. You were a man who was as happy and humble as you were fit and handsome.

“Hello? Mr. Singh?”

The receptionist brought you back to reality. You accidentally spaced off while your mind reconfigured your memories to match your new identity. You shook the feeling and accepted the receptionist’s offer. Your family was waiting for you in Mumbai after all, you can’t keep them waiting!

Hope you enjoy the new body prize you won from finding my lost capsule!

[luckypoppymilliemama]

I am seriously so saddened to realize people have used my name and my cat to steal money from some of you. This is crazy, never, ever did I think that my Poppy would be used negatively.

Let’s give a little rundown of who we are. I’m Michelle, a 30-something year old married mama to 3 skin kittens, and 3 fuzzy kittens. One of my skin kittens is an adult, the other two are rapidly approaching attempting to leave the nest. I am disabled, physically and mentally which leads to emotionally, too. My fuzzy kittens help a lot with that.

2 summers ago, a friend texted me asking if I wanted a kitten. Of course I did. Then I found out she was a feral kitten that her mama had left behind because her one back leg was missing a foot, so she couldn’t climb and jump like the rest of the kittens were, and she was getting too heavy to carry in her mouth. That kitten now only have 3 legs, and is my Lucky baby.

Come early February of the next year, I saw on a friend’s aunts rescue site two of the most gorgeous little calico kittens I had ever seen. I claimed them before Valentine’s Day, even though I wouldn’t be able to get them until after Mother’s Day since they were slow to grow. They were attached at the hip, there was no way I could get one and not the other. Those were my Poppy girl and Millie moon.

That’s how I ended up with my fuzzy kittens. They are the best fuzzy kittens I have ever met. All 3 of them have a different job in calming me and my middle daughter down while in emotional crisis. Poppy is and has always been that calming rumble that you try to concentrate on instead of everything else that is happening. And it works more than anyone would believe.

Poppy is sick. My go fund me has all the explanations and updates you could ever need; I even have to add the email with the vet when she gets a chance to email back to me. I have endless pictures and videos to show she is my little love.

Please, if you can, share this post anywhere and everywhere, across all forms of social media. My follower numbers are so low, I’m surprised it’s not a negative number. I know a bunch of you got scammed, and I’m sorry. I really am. If I could make it better, I would.

Myself, I’ve even cut back some of my less essential but still needed medications so I have the money to get Poppy the treatment she deserves. I just need my baby girl to be better. It’s time sensitive because we honestly don’t know how much time she has left with her red blood cell count being in the low 10s percent wise (I think it was 13-14% last time, and it should be above 35). I am extremely transparent in what I show you all because if you are helping pay for it, I figure you have a right to see where the care is going and what it’s being used for.

We are trying to get the maximum amount of funding so we can get all the testing done because the liver and spleen are just as important as the bone marrow biopsy, but we will not look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever we get it, it’s another cent that we didn’t have to scrounge around to find, another minute off the ever clicking clock.

Best ways to donate: to the hospital itself:

Philadelphia Animal Specialty and Emergency

Dial 267-727-3738, press 2, ask to place a credit on Poppy Riggs account, #FE22554C. All of this info is able to be found on the images in the gofundme.

The Gofundme. It is the *only* go fund me I have up. Anything else is a scam.

These account below are the only official ways to donate outside of the gofundme.

My email is listed below, and I am willing to answer any and all questions via email or on here, your choice.

Thank you so much for helping. It means everything to us.

[ymguchis]

3 : 35 am — thinking of... riding shinichiro at night ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

tHIS HAVE BEEN ON MY MIND FOR DAYS AND HERE I AM TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS.

just imagine this. It's early morning, and you and Shinichiro were watching a movie. practically neither of you was paying attention to the brightly colored images on the tv.

on the one hand, Shinichiro found no interest in the screen in front of him. to be honest he was there to keep you company because you weren't tired yet. on the other hand, you didn't even know what you were seeing because the only thing you could think about was shinichiro. how were you going to focus on anything else if you had your hot boyfriend right next to you.

many things were going through your head and they all led to the same thing... fucking. you wanted him to fuck you so bad. for a few minutes you managed to calm down and go unnoticed, rubbing your thighs and keeping your eyes fixed on the television without really paying attention to the comedy that was airing at the time.

of course, shinichiro wasn't stupid and he could sense your restlessness and thinly veiled movements. Leaning on the sofa and with one arm on the back, he directed his gaze to your bare legs. then to your chest, covered by an oversized T-shirt that easily revealed your erect nipples due to the cold of the night.

it was supposed to be cold... but the room felt getting hotter.

a large hand landed on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze to get your attention. you were slightly startled by the surprise touch, after having been sunk for several minutes in the thoughts of the millions of things you wanted to do to shinichiro at that moment.

— 'everything's fine? I notice you... distracted'

he asked in a slightly tired tone of voice, not taking his eyes off the TV and keeping a firm hand on your thigh. he knew, he knew exactly what you wanted. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn't notice his girlfriend's basic needs with the naked eye.

but he wanted to have fun, and nothing amuses him more than hearing you ask him to fuck you, of course.

you made a small noise of affirmation accompanied by a slight nod. you were aware of the little game he was playing, but the little pride you had left was not going to allow you to humiliate yourself by telling him what you wanted.

Although we all know how you would end up.

shinichiro looked at your face and smiled. your cheeks and the tips of your ears were red. another hard squeeze on your thigh and you were seconds away from losing your composure.

— 'ahh, are you sure? you don't need anything?'

the little bit of pride you had left went down the drain when you made eye contact with him. your eyes dropped momentarily to his lips, then to his perfectly carved neck covered by the necklace he always wore, and finally to that damn sweatpants that left anyone's imagination what lay beneath them.

— 'I-I need you shin' you muttered under your breath, looking down at your hands as you unconsciously rubbed your thighs even harder, seeking some kind of solace for your aching cunt.

shinichiro smiled almost wickedly, and effortlessly pulled you onto his lap. your wet panties and hot core fit perfectly on top of his semi-hard cock. Grabbing the back of your neck he gently drew you into a passionate kiss.

he separated from you and without saying a word he told you to get on your knees so he could lower his pants and boxers. his cock jumped up and lightly hit his stomach.

one hand rested on your hip and the other went to play with the elastic of your panties to tease you, releasing it and causing a small moan from you when you feel the itch on your skin.

— 's-shin! stop playing, please' you gasped trying to stop his teasing.

— 'okay, sorry. now yes.' shinichiro replied chuckling softly and putting aside your panties. He grabbed his cock, giving it a few pumps, and after a few seconds he was finally inside.

both of you let out a few silent moans, and without waiting any further you began to mount it quickly. shinichiro put his hands on your hips, urging you to go faster and faster.

— 'ohh, f-ffuck yes. just like that, l-love' shinichiro moaned loudly against your neck.

one of your hands went to his hair to pull it and unite your lips in a rough kiss, causing the moans and sobs of both to be muffled by the other's mouth.

shinichiro broke away from the kiss and roughly lifted your shirt to pay attention to your breasts. his soft lips attached to your tits, leaving love bites and sucking hard on your nipples.

—'a-ah ah, shit. shin, I'm close, please. fuck me f-faster!'

shinichiro planted his feets on the ground and forcefully began to ram into your pussy over and over again. the sounds of skin against skin grew louder than the noise of the TV in the background.

— 'mhm, are you close? yeah? t-that's it, cum for me darling'

Shinichiro's hard strokes made his cock go deeper and deeper, hitting all the right places that made you see stars.

— 'you feel so good, so fucking tight!'

his thrusts became more and more sloppy, and with one stroke in particular you came hard. your core pressed hard against shinichiro's cock.

— 'oh yess, fuck yes. I-i'm cumming, c-cumming' shinichiro gasped and seconds later he was cumming. His eyes rolled back and his mouth parted slightly as his thrusts slowed.

you dropped onto shinichiro's chest and slowly both of your breathing became calmer.

one of shinichiro's hands went to your hair and started stroking it gently. he placed a kiss on one of your cheeks and with a whisper he asked.

— 'are you sleepy already?.

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORTER, BUT I LET IT GO I'M SORRY YAJEUDKEHDWK

hope you liked it !!

[purplephantomwolf]

Love in Motion

Chapter One

Synopsis: Lydia gets a wrong number text from Lando Norris.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Next chapter: Chapter Two

Masterlist

April 4, 2022

12:30pm

     I sigh, turning my attention away from my organic chemistry professor to my laptop screen. I watch as the 20 best drivers in the world complete the last lap of the first race of the 2021 Formula 1 season. I just recently got into Formula 1, so I’m watching the 2021 season to get a feel for the sport. One of my best friends says the 2021 season is a great season to watch because of the fights between Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton. I silently cheer as my favourite driver, Lando Norris, finishes P4. I look up at the clock and see that it’s only 12:30. Still 35 minutes left of class, I think. I let out a little audible sigh, turning back to my laptop. I move on to watching qualifying for the first Italy grand prix of the 2021 season. I have just clicked play when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grab it and see a text message from an unknown number. 

Unknown number: Did you make it home from the club okay?

Me: *One image attached* Considering I’m currently in a chemistry lecture, I think you may have been given the wrong number. I’m sorry.

     I send a picture of my view of my professor, laptop, and notes to the unknown number. 

Unknown number: Oh, thank you! I’m sorry for bothering you!

Unknown number: Hang on, are you watching Formula 1 while in lecture?

Me: It’s okay! Also, yes I am watching Formula 1 while in lecture. I’d rather be learning about Formula 1 than boring organic chemistry. Also, why are you texting someone about getting home from the club okay? It’s 12:30 pm?

Unknown number: It’s currently 2:30 am for me. I was attempting to text a girl I was talking to at the club, but it looks like she gave me the wrong number. 

Me: Oh, that makes sense. Wait, where are you that’s 14 hours ahead of me? Also, I’m sorry about the whole wrong number thing. That really sucks. Unless she gave you the wrong number cause you’re a creep. Then you deserve it. 

Unknown number: I’m currently in Melbourne, Australia. And I wasn’t being a creep! At least, I don’t think so. I hope not at least. I try my best to not be a creep. 

Me: Alright, that’s good. I doubt you were being a creep. And Australia? Jeez, that’s so far from me. I’m in Minnesota, United States.

Unknown number: That's only a little far from Australia. 

Me: Yeah, it’s going to be not fun to watch the F1 race this weekend, but staying up is so worth it to see the race live.

Unknown number: Big fan of the sport? 

Me: Yeah, I am. I just recently got into it, so I’m watching the 2021 season to learn everything I can. I’m also attempting to watch all the qualifying and races live.

Unknown number: Oh cool. That’s got to be tiring Considering most of the races are in Europe. Waking up early every day of the weekend must suck. 

Me: I mean, yeah. It kinda sucks, but it’s not too bad. I’m not waking up super early unless it’s races in places like Japan and Australia. The earliest I have to wake up is like 6 for other races. That’s not too bad though. 

Unknown number: Oh, that’s not too bad then! Which team do you support?

Me: Well, there’s not a specific team I really support. If I have to choose one, it would be Ferrari, probably followed by Red Bull. I support drivers more than I support teams really. 

Unknown number: Okay, then who are your top three drivers?

Me: That is a hard decision to make for 2 and 3. Lando Norris is for sure my number one driver, but I have like 5 drivers tied for second and then 5 tied for third. I made a tier list one time lol

Unknown number: Okay, so what’s the tier list then? I’m curious

Me: The people within each tier are in no particular order. So it goes 1. Norris 2. Verstappen, Leclerc, Gasly, Ricciardo, Sainz 3. Schumacher, Albon, Stroll, Vettel, Tsunoda 4. Bottas, Guanyu, Ocon, Russell, Hamilton 5. Latifi, Magnussen, Perez, Alonso

Unknown number: Hmm, interesting. So do you dislike tier 5 then?

Me: No, I don’t dislike any drivers. Unless you count past drivers *cough* Mazespin *cough* Tier 1 is my all time favourite. Tier 2 are ones I also support a bunch, but are not my all time favourite. Tier 3 are ones I support, but not much as tier 2. Tier 4 are ones I support some. Tier 5 are ones I don’t support at all. 

Unknown number: That’s a funny nickname for Mazepin. But why don’t you like him?

Me: I’m not sure. I just get a weird vibe from him. 

Unknown number: Interesting. But I get what you’re saying. Can I ask why Lando is your favourite? My favourite is Carlos. 

Me: Sure! Lando is my favourite because of his personality, humor, and how he speaks out about mental health. I really struggle with depression and anxiety, so having such a public figure speak out about it is amazing. Also helps that he’s got the boy next door charm. That’s definitely my type lol.

Unknown number: Ahh, okay! Those are good reasons to like him! Now, I feel weird talking to a nameless person. Can I ask you what your name is?

Me: My name is Lydia. Can I ask what your name is?

Unknown number: Lydia, that’s a pretty name. My name is Luke. 

Me: Nice to meet you, Luke. 

     I look up when I hear a commotion around me. I see that my classmates are packing their things and leaving. Wow, time really flew by talking to this stranger. I put my phone down and quickly pack my things. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head out. I feel my phone vibrate with a text again. I see that it’s Luke again. 

Luke: Nice to meet you too, Lydia. 

[justalonelyslytherin]

Legacies | Nine

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Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Kazansky!OC

Summary: It's the middle of the night and Jake can't find sleep. In a way, it's a good thing since he'll have to say an unexpected goodbye to Ana, who leaves Top Gun behind in the middle of the night.

Warnings: military inaccuracies, mentions of dying, mentions of parental death/parental loss

Wordcount: 1.5k

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A/N: It's Sunday, I know. The chapter is up a day early. The reason for it is that I'm unable to post it tomorrow and I didn't want to be behind on schedule. So instead I'll be ahead of it! If you've read this chapter you can already guess what the next chapter will be about. It's one last, small moment of quiet and peace before shit will hit the fan. Enjoy it &lt;3

Taglist: open, message me or comment to be added, will be put as reblog

1:35 am, Base Lodgings

Everything was quiet. The hallways lay deserted and shrouded in darkness. It was the middle of the night, yet Hangman was awake in his dorm room. On his back, he stared at the ceiling in silent contemplation. His head was cushioned on the arm he’d crossed under his head. His thoughts were keeping him up.

She was keeping him up. 

Images of Ana crying on the tarmac and him holding her resurfaced. They danced across his inner eye, closely followed by her angry expression after the altercation with Rooster. 

It was a drastic contrast. One moment her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her vulnerability evident, laid out bare and open before him. The next her eyes were blazing with a fire that wanted to rage and destroy everything around her, she was guarded and turned away from him. Hidden.

Jake hadn’t been able to stop thinking about either moment since they happened.

It was those thoughts that cost him the valuable sleep he already had little of. Over the years in service he had learned to fall asleep quickly, no matter what had happened minutes, hours, or days before.

Trapped in this loop of memories, Hangman almost missed the noise coming from the hallway. Almost. When there was a clatter coming distinctively from just beside his room, he decided to investigate. Walking over he opened the door into the hallway, expecting it to be empty. 

Looking out Hangman came face to face with the reason for his insomnia. There she stood cursing under her breath, fumbling around in the dim hallway.

“Ana?” Her head shot up, startled by his voice. She must have missed him opening his door.

“Did I wake you up?” Hangman shook his head and stepped next to her into the hallway.

As he closed his door behind him she noticed his state of dress. He was only wearing boxers and a faded shirt from Annapolis.

“What are you doing? It’s the middle of the night.”

Ana had a hard time parting from the view of his strong arms and legs to diverge her attention from back to his face. As his words settled over her, she bit her lip and turned away. The subtle gesture was enough for him to notice the bag sitting in front of her feet. It was her travel back.

The sight alarmed Hangman. With it came a sort of tension quickly building in his body. As he took a step closer to her, his body felt taut enough to rip. At first, Ana refused to look at him. Only when he stood directly in front of her and reached out with his fingers to lift her chin did she look at him. She could barely hold eye contact. 

“You are going.” It wasn’t a question. Hangman was stating the obvious. He sounded upset, his jaw was tensely clenched as he looked at her.

“You quittin’?” The words were nearly poisonously spat out.

Realizing you couldn’t do something and admitting it was a noble act but quitting for no reason was for cowards. Normally Hangman wouldn’t spend a thought on those that quit, they weren’t worth his time and effort. But the prospect of her quitting was making him strangely angry. 

The anger consumed him for a moment, it made him blind to the shaking of her shoulders at first. His anger dissipated instantly when he noticed, taking in her shaky breath. Jake mellowed, he softened at her vulnerability. The whirlwind of emotion in her eyes as she looked up at him nearly threw him off his feet.

“My Dad–,” her voice threatened to give out. He took a step closer to her, his hand itching to reach out. “My mother found him in his study. He was unconscious and not breathing…They–”

“Hey,” he called out softly as her voice gave out, “Take a breath.” Guiding her through the motion until she was able to continue, he never took his eyes off her.

“They managed to bring him back but it doesn’t look good. He has gotten extra oxygen and some medications to ease his breathing but he is rapidly getting worse. The doctor doesn’t think he has much time left. Hours… at maximum a day or two.” 

There was sadness and hurt in her eyes mixed with dread and hesitation. Jake’s heart clenched, he recognized the fight her conscience was fighting.

She wanted to be with her father, she had to be, to spend his last moments with him. But there was the awareness of the mission. How important it was and what little time they had left to prepare for it.

Jake nodded, even though he was aware he couldn’t know how she must be feeling at this moment. “It’s okay.” And while it wasn’t truly okay, the situation was shitty and she wouldn’t be okay for a while, he didn’t know what else to say. “It’s going to be okay. You are not alone in this.”

There they stood, looking at each other, both not knowing what else to say. It was then that Ana’s phone vibrated. She turned to crouch in front of the bag and pulled the phone out.

“I have to go.” 

Standing up she grabbed for her bag. Jake was quick to take the bag from her, muttering “I’ll accompany you out.” It was the least he could do. 

And so he carried the bag for her as they walked down the empty and dark hallways in silence. In front of the dormitory building they stopped. In the distance the headlights of a car could be seen driving up the road toward them.

Jake set the bag down at their feet. They were standing side by side in awkward silence. The car drew nearer and with it Jake’s heartbeat spiked. He felt like he had to say something, to do something, before it arrived and she would go. 

Without thinking about it, he stepped closer to her and drew her into his arms. Ana’s body felt warm and soft against him as his arms were wrapped tightly around her back. The motion had surprised her but after a moment she returned the hug. Jake could feel her head lean against his shoulder, feel her breath graze his throat. 

He was wracking his brain to say something, to cheer her up if possible, to tell her his condolences or even to ask if she would be returning – if he would see her again – but no words would leave his mouth. Swallowing felt impossible, there was this lump in his throat that wouldn’t go away, no matter how much he tried.

And then it was too late.

He heard the door of the car open, causing Ana to end the hug. Even if hesitantly, she pulled away, her hands letting go of him. The warmth of her body against his vanishing left him feeling cold.

Ana looked at him and it took all in Jake not to pull her back into the building, to have her stay, and to talk about what happened just before that between them. She hadn’t talked or looked at him since the altercation with Rooster, no matter how much he had tried to pull her attention. Now she was going before he could make it up before he could explain himself and get her to see what he had tried to do.

“I’ll see you,” Ana mumbled tentatively. It was more of a question than a statement. The uncertainty in her voice made him ache. This couldn’t be how they parted, how they saw each other for the last time possibly. Against everything in him, Jake simply nodded, tense and rooted to the spot.

He watched her pick up her back and walk down the steps. Ana reached the last step when Jake finally found the strength to move. Bounding down behind her, he grabbed her hand. In surprise, she looked back at him.

“I’m...sorry.” He told her, earnestly and honestly. Heavy emotions swam in her eyes, tears clouded the pretty color of them as her bottom lip wobbled. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t answer him, too choked up, but what she could do was squeeze his hand. There was the barest quip of her lip in what was the closest she could muster to a smile in this heavy situation.

Jake understood, nodding and squeezing back. The moment ended too soon with their hands pulling apart. His fell to his side as he watched her turn around. 

Ana walked with quick feet toward the car, where another person stood and waited for her. They took her bag, putting it into the trunk as she entered the passenger's side. Before she sat down and closed the door, she looked back once more at him. Jake still stood there, motionless. He couldn’t quite see her expression but he felt her eyes on his once more.

The click of the door was quiet, the car quickly driving off.

Jake watched it drive away until he no longer could see it in the dark.

[ara0minthe]

Saturday, 10th of August / Samedi 10 août 2024

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Sleep: still bad, from 4am to 12am

Health: Ate healthy food, very very little sugar. But I was busy so I couldn't eat when I wanted, I was so hungry (thanks cousin for giving me a meal at 11pm)

Work / Focus: only 30mins today, revised for my driving license before being interrupted by people

Today's description: Had peace and took care of my own matters until 4pm. Had to eat with family and the guests. Then my family is going to a store so I go with them. I buy a puzzle of a 1000 pieces there. I'm so excited for the puzzle.

I also buy a notebook but why does it smell so damn bad. It smells so bad, I threw some deodorant and perfume on it but the good smell was canceled by the bad smell. It smells this bad. Dammit.

Then, I spend some time at home, too much family is at home (includes the guests) so I can't work.

Then, 9pm, my sister is going away, so I go out to say goodbye, then take a walk outside my neighborhood with my cousin who lives a minute away.

Night comes quickly and we're still outside talking (we're right in front of our houses si it's safe).

Then to keep talking, I go to her home, and she says let's go eat, so we eat in the kitchen while talking, (it's my second actual meal of the day, thanks for feeding me (╥﹏╥) )

At midnight my bro comes to walk me home, even though we live a few minutes away, we never know, better be safe (that's a typical women's life, the world can be scary sometimes).

He also just got back from spending the night at my other cousin's place.

Then we just talk to one another and laugh until 1am.

I go to my room and my 12y old sis is still awake.

I wanted to journal for just a bit but then it's 3am and I just finished the journal I had been using for 5 months.

So now its 3:35 and I'll go to sleep very quickly.

(I swear I want to sleep early, but why am I always so busy until very late. I definitely need to make some changes 😭)

At least I don't overuse my phone, I improved on that and I can focus on my work when I want to, so it's a big positive point

(I only use it to talk with friends and write on Tumblr, I stopped scrolling, thus stopped destroying my brain, I feel my brain capacities coming back, but for that to definitely work, I need to sleep correctly)

I also eat healthily and do not overeat.

I guess I can't change eveything at once, it will have to be one thing at a time.

So next is, making more time for work through the day and improving my sleeping habits

Anyway, good night, sleep well and on time (don't take my example)

Bisou bisou, peace and love for y'all.

[teecupangel]

Your vamp au made me howl with laugher.

And I get a stupid idea here:

Purrrfect@always_purfect

I don't know about m＊thrfuking vampires but I think this dude really has some power. It's the FORCE！People! Sith is real！

You guys are with me? Yes? I know this is not the normal shit I do or normal fake news I enjoyed so much to tear apart while laughing like crazy.

After 6 fuxking hours video comparison with 3 more hours debates with every SW YouTubers and VTubers we can gathered at the moment.

It's goddamned real.

The vamp lover's eye color changed from honeybrown to sith gold in the 48 different videos and photos we could found.

From 32 phones, 6 photos, 5 shop cameras, 3car cameras and 2 honest to force Polaroid photos. If you have more video, send it to me！

From his ehh passioned defense of his bestfriend-it's on the Brazil national News- we can found a base color and even then they flashed gold when surrounding lights didn't change at all.

Look at these [1：27 from video2][0：43 from video8][6：05 from video39]. You can see his eye color changed to gold even in the shadows, yeah they were totally glowing The first time I thought it's reflect too. But they didn't change back to honey when he turned around to face [3：14 from video 11] and they just keep going all sith-y when he decided to make a run for it. *[Check for more traditional sith eye color and video lights detail analysis]*

How could we be so sure it's force？

Our (probably not) young Sith Lord wasn't touched by any person when he raced trough the whole mob.

Turned left at third blue guard bar 0.23s early to avoid a grab from a redhood male from behind. Keep his pace and dance though at least 5 intentionaltripping without looking at all. Dropped back 2 inches so a kid next to him didn't lost his balloon because their parents were trying too hard to get a good angle. Dogged at least 12 throwing projects. And so on. I could keep going all day about how it's impossible for human to do what he did. Our pitiful brain just do not have the processing power and spatial awareness for this.*[Check for more kinematic analysis ]*

But the truth is:

Not a single soul could touch him at all. If he's not a chairvoyance, the Force will it is the only answer.

# First real time video record of eagle vision in the human history and it's Desmond running from Leovamp fans # # Sith Lord Eyes#

@fanworldbuildingfun Okay. I did not expect a Star Wars conspiracy angle but I'm all in.

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@revengeofthesithwasagoodmovie reblogs @always_purfect

#anyone who has a better explanation to why his eyes glow like that step up #it's the camera setting is not a good enough explanation and y'all know it! #da vinci vampire lover #leonardo da vinci #da vinci secret lover not-salai #wanted da vinci boy #abstergo being shady af

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We've done it, guys. The Star Wars fandom has joined our search for our Da Vinci Vampire Lover. We've reached main stream. - 39 minutes ago

I thought we reached main stream when news outlets were talking about him? - 37 minutes ago

Nah. We only reach main stream when the Star Wars or Star Trek fandom joins us. - 36 minutes ago

How many days do you think before the SuperWhoLock fandom butts in? - 35 minutes ago

- 35 minutes ago

HOOOOWWW????? - 34 minutes ago

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yo @iamnotmyancestor you can clear this all up, man. Just send us a video of you saying you're not a sith. We all know you're a vampire.

hi @iamnotmyancestor are you a space vampire? (asking for a friend)

hey @iamnotmyancestor where do force lightning come from?

@iamnotmyancestor i swear this isn't star wars related, i need help with my term paper? halp???

"Can everybody please stop calling Da Vinci vampire lover space vampire? We call the white dudes from Stargate space vampire and he's too hot to be one" "I think Todd is hot" "Nobody asks, @toddthespacevampirelover"

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"Hey, guys... Am I a Sith?"

"No, Desmond. You're just a space vampire."

[becauseplot]

It’s 4:35 AM when Wilbur finally finishes double-checking all his bags. He’s got his clothes, his equipment, and his guitar all packed away in their proper places. He’s got a sandwich wrapped up to eat on the train, and he’s got a brand new photo of him and Tallulah in his breast pocket, right next to his heart. He pats it fondly as he glances over his bags one last time, running over his mental checklist to make sure he’s not forgetting anything. 

It’s 4:36 AM when Wilbur checks his comm to actually see the time and realizes that he’s running a bit late; the train leaves at 5:00 AM sharp, and he meant to leave six minutes ago so he would have plenty of time to get to the station. He knows he’s cut a pretty good deal with the Federation to let him leave Quesadilla Island to go on tour, but he doesn’t think that their graciousness extends to patience. He can’t miss that train. He starts to pick up his bags.

It’s 4:37 AM when Wilbur’s got all his stuff together and he’s heading for the door. He’s thinking about where the brightest pathways are so he can avoid the night mobs when his eyes land on the photograph hanging by the door. It’s Tallulah, from a couple days before. They’d gone on a little adventure, and she’d written him a sign. 

You’re my favorite superhero, papi

It stops Wilbur dead in his tracks. Goddamn. Not even a step out the door, and he already misses her so deeply. She’s fast asleep upstairs at the moment. They said their goodbyes last night since Wilbur knew he’d have to leave so early to catch his train, and he didn’t like the idea of saying goodbye to his daughter when she was half-asleep and he was pressed for time. In a few hours, she’ll wake up, and Phil will be there to take her in, and that will be that. 

She’ll be okay. She’s in good hands. She’ll be held, and cared for, and loved—

It’s 4:38 AM when Wilbur drops all his bags at the door and shoots up the ladder, taking the rungs two at a time. He slows down when he gets to the trapdoor, pushing it open with delicate fingers and peeking inside. There, he sees her: his beautiful little flower petal, curled up in her blankets and sleeping soundly, probably, hopefully, dreaming of lovely things.

Wilbur smiles. He climbs up the last of the rungs and tiptoes across the little room, careful of the squeaky boards and the clunk of his boots. When he gets to her bed, he kneels down beside it and runs his hand gently, gently through her wild curls, pushing them back so he can get one last look at her face, soft with sleep.

It’s 4:39 AM when Wilbur brushes his lips to her forehead. “Mi niña,” he whispers in his lopsided-but-no-less-affectionate Spanish. “Mi niña buena. I love you always. I’m going to miss you so much.” He gives her a kiss, softer than the brush of a butterfly’s wings. “Goodbye, my darling. I’ll see you soon.” With no small amount of heartache, he pulls himself away.

It’s 4:40 AM when Wilbur finally gets out the door, bracing himself against the chill of early morning as he hurriedly throws bags over his shoulders and shuts the door behind him as quietly as possible. He regards his house—his home, their home—for a lingering moment before turning away and starting across the yard at a swift pace. His eyes are trained purposefully on the path ahead, because he knows that if he dares to glance back, it’s all over. And so, he goes.

It’s 5:03 AM when a train pulls out of the all-but-abandoned train station of Quesadilla Island. Its single passenger sits at a window, and he watches the distance grow further and further, until the island is nothing more than a bit of morning fog on the horizon.

[nolanhattrick]

Why is Joey's ankle sprain the worst case scenario? Week to week is good I thought

typically, w/ athletes that require a lot of ankle movement (basketball is where i saw most of my ankle injuries) week to week is a good sign. and if we can trust what leafs pr staff are saying (which, if you know me... I Do Not), then his sprain isn't worse than a grade two.

skates are designed the way they're designed for a reason. ankle support is a necessity so you can skate safely. that's why if you watch this video, OP is getting their shit rocked in the comments for wrapping their laces around their ankle - it creates the illusion of stability while actually destroying the integrity of the boot & setting them up for injury.

i have concerns that ayotte and bean and theodoropolous are going to either sign off on him getting back to on-ice activities too early - not even playing just fucking practice - or that woller himself will push too hard the second he's cleared out of a misplaced sense of obligation and he's going to resprain and it will be worse.

if you don't know, high ankle sprains are much worse than your average "i stepped down off the curb and fucked my foot up". high ankle sprains have an at minimum six to eight week heal time, often with the demand of no weight and zero movement for the first two. it can cause a rotational or shearing fracture at the end of the tibia/fibula where the ligaments insert, which was why he got the MRI yesterday. they had to know what they were working with to make sure he wasn't out for the season vs just out "week to week" (it's going to end up being at least a month. prepare for two.) they also sometimes require surgery and plating if there is a fracture involved, mostly because of where the break is. they have to make sure the bones of your leg stay where they're supposed to be.

because there isn't a lot of blood supply to ligament tissue, it's really hard for ligaments to heal. and because i don't have access to woller's mri results or ayotte's/bean's/theodoropolous' brains, i have no idea what they're planning on doing for a rest and rehab plan, if there's an incomplete tear, if it's grade one or grade two. i could keep going.

back to the ankle support skates thing - woller isn't skating miles every single night, but much of his job relies on his flexibility, ability to change direction quickly, ability to quite literally fold in on himself at a moment's notice. his ankles have to be stable AND flexible. that is not possible with any amount of leftover inflammation or injury.

woller is the entire leafs team. as much as i love willy and mo and mitch and everyone else. woller is the entire leafs team. keefe knows this. keefe is not a doctor. keefe has pushed them to the point of exhaustion a couple times this season. the only reason practice was cancelled after mo's 35+ minute game was because he literally could not get out of bed the next day. i don't know if i trust keefe's judgement when woller does come back. i just... i don't have a good feeling about it.

once you fuck up a joint, especially the ankle, especially where woller hurt his, it's fucked up for the rest of your life. he is very likely to do this again at least twice. maybe not during his career. maybe when he's retired. maybe during an offseason. but again - you guys see the shit he does in the net. he acts like he doesn't have any fucking bones. he runs around like he's a puppet on strings. like he's a fucking video game character. he does not treat his body kindly when he plays. i don't know what he does to cool down or warm up or whatever, but he treats his body poorly during games. this was inevitable. and i am scared for what happens during his recovery.

i do not give a fuck if we end this season 32 in the league. i do not care if we use marlies goalies for the rest of the season. all i need is leafs staff to listen to me when i tell them to let joseph woll recover at home for as long as he needs for his ankle to be at 100%, because if they don't, it will not be good for him.

[librarybunny13]

Update on my personal life

I'm still getting seizures but they're different seizures. Before I mainly had clonic-tonic/ grand mal with a lotta absence / petite mal seizures where I would stare into space. This was back in my teen and early 20s, so about 20 years ago.

Now I am now getting other things. I mean I still get the grand mal seizures. But now I have had two weird other seizures.

First one, it was Sunday, I was alone in the children's room. My vision starts going black around the edges, but it was also like the black had streaks of colors in it. I was hit by the biggest surge of deju vu I have ever had. I started trying to say the word "stick". But I don't know why. And I couldn't get the word out. Then I "came back". No headache. Bosses made me stay at work. I felt fine but loopy.

Second weird one. I was attending a virtual meeting. There are two Melissa's and the second one was just starting to talk. It was around 2:35. I felt like I blinked, and I looked at at my computer screen. I thought I had been kicked out of the meeting. Then I looked at the clock. It was 3:35. But I felt fine.

My blood work though. it says something completely different. My lambotrine was okay at 3. But Clobazam level was bad. Real bad. The recommended therapuetic tange is 30-300. Mine was 570. Way too high. ANd it comes with another score, The recommended therapeutic range for N-desmethylclobazam is 300-3000 ng/mL.. Mine is 7700. This particular medicine is a benzodiazepine, same family tree as ambien. I'm trying to talk to my doctor.

The new drugs have made me very forgetful. You know when you walk in the room, but forget why you went there. Same thing but all the fucking time. My parents are here taking care of me because the minute I get home I fall asleep. But all I have is nightmares in the dreams. And the dreams are so vivid. And my rage level is off the charts. Thought os suicide? They are there, but they've been there forever.

Combine this with my other issues, and well, I can't figure out why I can't get disability.

So I'm sorry for not posting too much or talking. I just, I can't. I just use all my extra time to sleep. I fall asleep around 5:30 PM. I wake up by like 6:30 AM the next morning. He's going to have to lower my Clobazam level. It's not even supposed to be for long term use and I've been on it since March of last year.

I'm truly sorry for not being interactive during this time. but I can't. I'm going back to sleep.

[28whitepeonies]

Hi bea

How was the festival? Would love to hear your thoughts!

Anon 2: Can’t wait to hear your experience. Hope you enjoyed it.

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Thanks anons

So I hadn't been to Away from Home either of the previous two times so I don't have another afhf to compare to. I have been to a lot of festivals otherwise though, both day and camping and if I’m honest this was probably the worst festival experience I have ever had (and I used to go to T in the Park). With that in mind I’ll summarise my thoughts now I am home and chilled.

Things I enjoyed:

• Blossoms - I saw them support another band a few years ago and I thought they were really great both then and now (we also bumped into them the night before in Pisa).

• The seaside location - Italy was so hot, we went to the beach in the early afternoon and then to the festival, I thought that was a great thing to be able to do

• Louis' show was fabulous and I was really glad to have seen him, got to hear some fitf tracks for the first time (no Chicago though :( )

Things I didn't enjoy:

• Food - The website said there would be vegan food, both my friend and I are vegan and chose not to eat earlier because because we were really quite excited by the prospect of vegan options, this was dumb on our part. I've been vegan for a very long time and would never expect a concert venue to have food options so I want to be clear that my issue here is only because the afhf FAQ's explicitly mentioned vegan food being available. In reality there were no real vegan options. We queued for around 2-2.5 hours inside the venue for food in total. First for about 30 mins to get a piece of bread with a slice of lettuce inside it and then for close to 2 hours to get a portion of fries. I promise I am not exaggerating any of that, we missed all of the cribs, the dj set and most of blossoms and I have a photo of the lettuce bread. We were by no means the exception in terms of how long we waited for food. A big part of the problem was that there were I think two/four (two places selling sandwiches and two selling chips & burgers) food vendors for everyone there, and the chip vendors only had one tiny chip fryer each so they could only cook 3-4 portions at a time and then a 5 minute wait for the next 3-4. The venue wasn't sold out but there must have been 15k people at least inside I expect and folk wanted to eat - remember they had said you couldn’t bring food/drink inside and you couldn’t leave and come back.

• Hygiene - listen gigs/festivals are never the cleanest places but this was really quite bad. We arrived about 6pm, at that point the bins were overflowing, there was no toilet roll and no running water to wash your hands in the loos. There were also no staff/stewards to notify. By 9pm then were used sanitary products stacked in the loos and no bins in sight. It was 35° that day.

• Organisation - The organisation around the venue was really confusing, we got a bus to the town and it was almost impossible to get from the bus stop to the beach because of the queue system & closures which just weren't being communicated. Every security guard told us something different which made it hard to navigate. Coming back to the venue later from the beach (around 530pm) there were almost no staff in sight and all the road closures had changed. When we got inside we didn’t get wristbands which we thought odd at the time but now know they weren't given out (I don’t really care about the wristband but think it’s a symbol of the organisational issues). Overall the event felt really understaffed.

• Tech/sound/screens - there were a lot of tech issues, some might have been heat related I imagine but the sound at times was terrible and the two screens seemed really small for the venue (they also glitched a lot). We chose to stand near the back so the screen thing was quite noticeable.

If I am honest the experience wasn't for me and I probably wouldn't go to afhf again, some of this might have been specific to this venue but I just wouldn't be willing to risk it.

[deke-rivers-1957]

ECU High - Tulsa's Badge

Born with Creek heritage, Tulsa felt the need to live up to the family name. He used to hear his 90 year old grandmother tell him stories about her parents living on the reservation. He felt so moved by her stories that he would do everything he could to make their struggles worth it.

When he learned that his grandfather was a war hero during WWII and grew up with his father in the military, he decided to follow in their footsteps. As soon as he got the chance, Tulsa joined the JROTC.

One day, Tulsa wakes up exactly at 6 am. He immediately dresses in his uniform and goes downstairs for breakfast.

"Mother. Father. Mr. Reno wants me to arrive early today. I'm responsible for setting up the JROTC's recruiting booth. The school's going to have a club fair today so I want to make the final touches. May I be able to drive to school today?"

His parents look at each other and then his father, Rick McLean puts his hands on Tulsa's shoulders.

"I'm going to let you drive with me today, Tulsa. But first, I think you should eat breakfast. You're going to be very busy today, so I want you to have enough energy."

Tulsa smiles.

"Yes sir."

He goes to make his own breakfast when his mother, Dela clears her throat.

"I already made you breakfast son. I know you have a big day, so I made you a high protein meal."

He nods and then sits down.

"Thank you. I appreciate what you do, mother."

He dutifully eats his breakfast and prepares everything to get ready.

"Mother, I hope you have a wonderful day today. I hope to be home by 4 pm. If there's any delay, I'll make sure to contact you ahead of time."

She smiles and kisses Tulsa on the cheek. He confidently walks out to the car and spends almost 10 minutes making sure everything is in order. Mr. McLean feels the need to interject.

"Son, I'm sure everything is exactly as you left it the last time. I know it's important to check your mirrors, but it's also important to do these checks quickly."

Tulsa looks up.

"I understand you loud and clear, father. I'll follow everything you tell me."

His father checks his watch.

"Just follow the speed limits and make quick decisions when looking around you. Driving is something that requires rational yet timely decision making. Taking too long can also cause accidents."

Tulsa nods.

"Yes sir. That's good advice and I'll be sure to follow it."

Tulsa backs out of the driveway and goes exactly 25 mph until he reaches the main road where he speeds up to exactly 35 mph. Numerous cars honk and pass him, but Tulsa adamantly sticks to the speed limit.

"Ok Tulsa, just try to find a parking space and shut off the engine."

Tulsa nods as they enter the school's parking lot.

"I found the perfect spot. Now all I need to do is make sure I'm perfectly parked in between the lines."

He spends about 5 minutes going back and forth trying to park.

"Tulsa I know you want to park in between the lines properly, but I'm going to be late for work. I also don't want you being late for Mr. Reno. Can you please put the car in park?"

He parks the car for the final time.

"I understand father. I'm sorry to have wasted your time."

He grabs his backpack and departs inside the school. Rick gets into the driver's seat shaking his head.

"I need to tell Dela about this. That boy's going to give himself an ulcer if he keeps stressing over small details."

Tulsa makes his way to Mr. Reno (Clint's brother Vance's) office and salutes.

"Tulsa McLean at your service Mr. Reno, sir!"

Vance looks up from his paper work.

"At ease Tulsa, at ease. I know this is your first year as a recruiter. All you need to do is organize the forms and flags that will be at our table. I will do all of the talking while you sit next to me."

He pulls out a badge from his desk.

"This is your recruiting badge. As the senior member of the JROTC, I trust you to uphold our organization's values and to guide the freshmen to the best of your abilities."

Tulsa's eyes light up. He tightens his hall monitor's sash even more.

"Oh yes sir!"

He quickly gets everything ready as all of the students enter the boy's gym. He sits down next to Vance.

"I hope we get new members today, sir."

Vance looks through the crowd.

"I have my eye on one possible recruit in particular."

"You do sir?"

Vance looks at Tulsa.

"Yes, I have a younger brother who's a freshman. His name is Clinton. I know that he's very proud of my service and might want to be like me one day. Now I won't push this on him, but I certainly won't stop him from joining."

"Oh I hope he signs up sir. I would absolutely love to work with your brother. I think he would be a great member."

Vance sighs as he sees students walking by without even a glance. Some students stop to ask questions but after 2 hours, no one said they will sign up.

"Look sir, there's your brother now."

Vance looks up and sees Clint walking up to their booth with Pacer.

"How ya doin Vance? Ah jus had ta come over wit Pacer ta see ya."

Tulsa is a little shocked that Clint's so informal. He hold his tongue since Vance would know how to handle this.

"Ahem. Clint. Would you and your friend like to hear about the JROTC?"

Pacer looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Ah'll see ya at the gardening club booth, Clint."

Clint watches him walk away then turns back to Vance.

"Sure Vance, Ah'll take a packet. Ah'm sorry if Pacer seemed all rude an all. Government and military types scare 'em."

Tulsa is absolutely shocked. The government and military are supposed to protect people. Pacer has darker skin sure, but unless he's a trouble maker, why would authority figures scare him so much? He shakes himself out of his thoughts and holds out the clipboard.

"Would you like to sign up for the JROTC, Clinton?"

Clint looks at Tulsa and then at Vance.

"Uh, no thanks. Ah don't wanna turn ya down, but Ah wanna see what other clubs there are. Ah gotta think bout it."

Clint walks away and Tulsa sits down. He looks a little disappointed.

"I don't understand it sir. I thought being a part of the JROTC is a source of pride. Doesn't everyone want to show their faith in their country?"

Vance looks at Tulsa and sighs.

"It isn't that, Tulsa. I think it's because a lot of students just want to focus on having fun. The JROTC is a serious organization that requires a lot of time and dedication. It's definitely not for everyone."

Tulsa looks at the clipboard.

"No one signed up. We had so many people say they might join, but no one ever said yes. I just don't understand it."

Suddenly a freshman boy wearing a Boy Scouts event shirt walks up to the booth.

"Excuse me, can you tell me more about the JROTC?"

Tulsa looks up and watches Vance explain what the organization values and what would be required of members.

"What's your name?"

The boy straightens up.

"My name's Josh Morgan sir."

Tulsa looks at his clipboard.

"Would you like to be a member of the JROTC, Josh?"

Josh looks at the packet again. Tulsa closes his eyes for a second, thinking he'll be disappointed again. He hears the pen scratching and opens his eyes to see Josh sign his name.

"I would love to join, sir."

Vance stands up.

"Welcome to the JROTC, Josh Morgan. We will have our first meeting in my office in exactly one week from today. I hope to see you there so you can become an official member."

Josh shakes Vance's hand and then looks at Tulsa's badge.

"Wow. You must be the oldest member of the JROTC. I hope I could get a badge like that one day."

Josh puts his hand out. Tulsa smiles softly while standing up to shake it.

"I'm glad that you want to join us. I hope that you will become a fine member of society one day."

Josh smiles an un-ironically salutes Tulsa.

"Yes sir."

He then walks to another booth.

Tulsa sits down smiling.

"Sir, I'm really proud of my badge. I always wanted to be a source of inspiration to others and help those in need. Josh signing up today is exactly what makes this all worth the hard work."

Vance smiles.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Tulsa."

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