#syntax workaholic

[beauleifu]

hiii!! saw your rqs were open so i swooped right in >:) may i perhaps get a fluffy syntax x reader where the reader tries to drag syntax away from his work because theyre sleepy and want to cuddle him (bonus points if syntax is a bit of a tease cause djkfgdkfg im predictable) ...... i feel like once he gets going on his work he stays there until he either finishes it or passes out. overall hes Very stubborn so we gotta try and fix his sleep schedule with the power of ~love~ (and a lot of convincing). thank you for the opportunity!! the way you write for him is like instant serotonin 🙏💞

HEYYYYY GOOD TO HAVE YOU!

And ofc, ofc, we all love a little Syntax serotonin, yessir. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, sorry if this is late! I wanted it to be fun and mushy lmao

P.S. to everyone else, I think this is gonna be my last long oneshot for Syntax seeing as im writing a fanfic for him and dont want stuff for him to get old or repetetive, I have a LOT of requests regarding him so i'll either write short headcanons or not answer them until later <3

as for that yan!Syntax x reader, that's the exception lol

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Your idiot is back at it again, tinkering late at night at the work bench you realize you regret buying for him. Syntax was never one to value his own health, so it's up to you to, ah . . . remind him. Let's hope your plans don't go sideways.

CW: Tiny suggestive bit, language

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When you wake up, it's still dark.

Weird . . . You think, not bothering to sit up. Dull gaze directed at the stone ceiling, you frown thoughtfully.

It's probably sometime around three in the morning.

That doesn't explain the strange empty feeling inside of you. Blowing out a sigh, you look around for the person you'd been spooning all night - only to find the other side of the bed vacant and cold.

Now you realize why you feel empty.

Syntax is gone.

Frustration starts to build up in your center as you slowly sit up and rub your eyes, yawning tiredly.

He's probably working in his signature cave. Just one of many in the vast expanses of the Spider Queen's lair. You've become familiar with the many routes and tunnels that stretch to the surface (the Spider Queen needed you at your top game, anyways). After coming to terms with serving the Queen, you've stayed by Syntax's side to help him with whatever he needs. You're not a tech nerd, you're not even a scientist. But the spider demons seem to enjoy your company, the food you cook, and the items you bring from the surface.

It's too chilly to leave your room without a blanket, so you drape the fluffiest one over your shoulders and slip out of bed, bare feet touching the smooth, stone cold floor.

Urgh. Living underground doesn't have many perks.

You find solace in working with Syntax and befriending the other spider demons. At least they allow you to travel to the surface in order to get your daily dose of vitamin D and other necessities. Besides that, you live down here.

Stretching and scratching your back, you walk aimlessly to the door and crack it open. It's dark outside.

It's always dark.

You've grown accustomed to the lack of sunlight, but you must have access to a nightlight or a lamp if you want to feel somewhat at home. The Spider Queen had allowed you to decorate your room (it's a cave, but you refuse to call it that), and you're grateful to her for that. It's not often she expresses any sort of kindness to begin with.

Eyes wide, you fumble for your phone and beam the light down the tunnel.

Just beyond, where the path curves sideways, you see a light.

Yup. Totally working.

"Damn spider demon," you mumble to yourself, in a slight daze as you leave your room and follow the source of light. "Getting no sleep. What am I supposed to do . . ."

When you finally reach the room, you pause.

Anxiety bubbles in your chest.

Step, step, step.

You've started pacing, you know it.

Slowly shuffling back in forth in front of the ominous door that leads to Syntax's quarters, hands twisting the blanket fabric. Under normal circumstances, you'd walk right in after knocking, with a smile on your face.

Instead, you're frowning, tapping your chin and thinking hard.

It's three in the fucking morning.

Why isn't he asleep!?

You don't understand why the Spider Queen won't send Syntax to rest and charge up if she values his tech skills so much. Despite it being so dim down here in the spider caves, no one ever seems to want to sleep. Unless they do so while you're aboveground, but the time you spend up there recently is very brief. You're ordered to return to the Spider Queen's lair in due time (and you're sure Huntsman keeping an eye on you the whole time, anyways. You don't try anything).

Adjusting the fluffy blanket draping over your shoulders, you fight a yawn and rub your eyes. Just get it over with.

You're tired.

He must be exhausted.

It's that which motivates you to quietly open the door, peeking inside before stepping through. As you expected, a tall figure stands at the work bench, back to you, tinkering away.

You puff out a small, exasperated sigh. "Syntax. . . ."

He doesn't turn, but you detect the smallest tensing of his shoulder muscles as he straightens a tad. You hear the small exhale.

"You should be asleep."

Oh, he wants to play this game? Puffing a sigh, you enter the room and shut the door quietly behind you, leaning against it. "Yeah, well, so should you. This isn't healthy and you know it. Why can't you take a break and come back to bed?"

"You know why. I'm almost finished with the prototype."

"The prototype?? You mean you're not even at the final stage?" Crossing the room and joining him at the workbench, you give him the stinky eye. "That's not almost finished."

Finally, Syntax locks eyes with you, frowning. "Did I say I was almost finished with the project as a whole?"

"No. . . ."

"Precisely. Now if you won't return to bed, then sit and be quiet."

You weigh your options, biting your lip.

At this rate, he'll just refuse your request just to spite you. There must be a smarter way to play your cards. Something that you know he has a weakness for. . . .

"How about a deal?" You murmur.

There.

You catch it, the slight lift of his eyebrows and the brief gleam in his green eyes. But he merely scoffs. "What did I just tell you?"

"Please. Please!" You say, fighting a smile. "I wanna cuddle!"

"I'm not in the mood for bargaining."

He's messing with you. You know he's interested in whatever you have to offer. Puffing a laugh, you slip your arms around his midsection and hug him from behind, closing your eyes. The sound of his breathing against your ear is soothing, even when it hitches at your actions. He's so warm. No wonder you woke up from his absence.

"Pleeeeeaase?" You whine softly, knowing you sound childish but not caring in the slightest. "I thought you liked deals."

A pause. You hold your breath.

Syntax lets out a sigh, a smile in his voice. "What did you have in mind?"

Oh.

"I, uh . . . haven't planned it out that far. I was expecting you to shoo me back to bed," you admit sheepishly, glad you can hide your face in his coat so you can avoid meeting his gaze, which is no doubt amused and mocking.

The spider demon hums, tinkering away. "That was on my itinerary, but you have piqued my interest. . . ."

"Okay, how about I do whatever you want for a bit, and in return you come to bed and cuddle with me," you offer, releasing him. Syntax spins on heel and leans on the workbench.

"'Whatever I want'?" He repeats mischievously.

You consider. "Within reason."

"Understandable. All right," Syntax says, cocking his head. "I have an idea."

A question builds in your throat, for he'd been so very explanatory, but Syntax simply crosses you to the far side of the desk and faces you once more. Hands in his pockets, he nods to the desk, eyes twinkling mysteriously. You frown deeply.

"Sit here."

Now you grimace, face scrunched as you try and figure out his ulterior motives. "Uh-huh. What else? Just sit?"

If this is it, getting him to bed will be shockingly simple.

Of course, you miss the look in his gaze. Smiling casually, he hums; "Yes. That's all." And then his voice takes on a stern dip. "However. You are to sit quietly and obediently until I instruct otherwise. If you can do that, I see no problem in fulfilling your end of the bargain."

There it is, the catch you were waiting for.

Accepting your face, you nod wearily and saunter over to the desk. You make sure the blanket is secure before hopping up onto the smooth, wooden surface.

Syntax steps back, making sure you look comfy. "Good. Now sit there for a bit."

"You're not just doing this to make me shut up, are you?" You accuse as he walks back to the workbench. Shifting to avoid leaning back and bumping the discarded tech gear at your back, you eye him sternly. "You really will come back to bed?"

He merely glances at you.

Oh.

Shit.

You make a quick movement of zipping your mouth closed. Damnit, you still have no idea if you're doing this for nothing.

Syntax cracks a satisfied smile, returning to his work.

His demeanor gives away nothing. Whipping out your phone, you glance at the time. 3:30. Through narrowed eyes, you determine how long he'll make you sit here. No longer than half an hour, if he values your sleep schedule. Somewhat reassured, you settle into the blanket and watch Syntax resume tinkering around. The prototype looks like some kind of mini spider-bot, with sharp appendages and large, x-raying green eyes.

You long to ask what purpose his creation serves. Perhaps it's some kind of spying device, to scuttle around the city undercover of night in search of the Monkie Kid. Then again, isn't Syntax's current task something different? You thought the former was Huntsman's job.

A yawn escapes you without warning, and you clap a hand over your mouth in shock.

Syntax spares you a brief glance. "Giving up?"

He's asking if you're tired enough to abandon the deal and leave him here (as he probably wants). To challenge you in that way sparks a flame that you don't bother to snuff out.

Glaring determinedly, you shake your head. Not in a million years.

The spider demon's face drops in disappointment, and he turns back to his work without another word.

You're inclined to pass the time on your phone, lazily scrolling through entertainment simply thrown at your feet, as they swing back and forth above the cave floor. But as time ticks on, you begin to think this is all quite hopeless.

You struggle against another yawn.

A few more minutes.

It'll be worth it.

Syntax suddenly straightens, having been rearranging the insides of the mini spider-bot for the past five minutes. Blowing out an exhale, he glances at you - or rather, behind you.

His eyes then trail to your face. A slow, smug smile spreads across his features.

Setting the screwdriver aside, he walks over to the desk.

You realize he needs something from behind you, something lost among the many miscellaneous tech items resting against the wall. However, from the strange gleam in his eyes, you doubt that's all he needs, and he hasn't asked you to move yet. So you plant your hands on the table in preparation to scooch over and make room for him.

To your surprise, Syntax stops your motions by politely - yet firmly - placing one hand on your knee.

You swallow. Uh oh.

Syntax smiles kindly at you. "That's not necessary."

"But I-"

"Perhaps you're forgetting your instructions? Move, and the deal is off," Syntax continues, effectively shutting you up. With a gentle squeeze to your knee, he winks. "So stay."

That kind smile was a ruse, a dirty trick that had momentarily lowered your guard.

Syntax finds it incredibly easy to simply lean right over you to retrieve whatever he needed from the table. He's taller than you, his height even more prominent when you're sitting down. You have to tilt your chin upward so it just barely brushes his shoulder, heart beat suddenly wild.

It stops.

It skips beats.

It has no fucking clue how to react.

"U-Um-"

"Just a moment," Syntax says, which is so informative. You can practically feel his smirk, can taste the amusement reeking off of him.

Also his perfume. Not to mention his natural scent.

Smells good. Heat blossoms in your cheeks, your mouth quite dry as you attempt to swallow. The phone in your hands slips from your laxed grip into Syntax's palm, and you don't even try to object.

The scientist fusses with something behind you for a good ten seconds, giving you plenty of time to work up quite a flustered storm in both your head and your face. In the end, when he leans back, you're shivering despite the blanket, cheeks on fire.

The spider demon smirks.

Job well done, his eyes seem to say, green and mocking.

"Enjoying your visit thus far?" He says musingly, eyebrows raised. When you give no answer, he scoffs and brushes his bangs to one side. "You have permission to speak, I suppose. For now."

You simply glare, no longer wanting to cuddle anymore.

No.

You want to attack, like the little gremlin you are. Revenge tastes sweet, yessir.

"Not answering," you huff, hoping for a drink.

Which is certainly answer enough. Syntax's drops and he shrugs as if to say, you're loss. He's still a close distance from you, looking down at your blanket-swaddled frame. "You'd rather go back to bed and give up this . . . whatever this is?"

When he'd gestured to you, your eyes fall to his hands, unwilling to keep eye contact.

"I just . . ."

Angry for being at such a loss for words, you glare at the floor.

Syntax's expression softens.

He seems to realize what's up. With a faint sigh of fond exasperation, he rests his hands on either side of you, on the desk, and lowers himself to your eye level.

"Why did you really come down here. To me," Syntax murmurs, eyes half lidded.

You stiffen. "Well . . . I . . ."

He's smiling now, fingers ghosting along your arm. "Did you miss me that much?"

"More like worried you'd kill yourself working too hard," you grumble.

"Hmm. I'm touched," Syntax comments, gently taking your hand in his. Raising it to his lips, he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, eyes trained on you. This time, you bite your lip so hard you taste blood.

Say it.

It's certainly a last ditch effort, an idea you're not exactly proud of.

However, as we all say, for the greater good.

"It . . . it just hurts to see you neglect your own health," you whisper, as though your confession is something forbidden.

Your words fill Syntax's ears.

He blinks, lips parting in surprise. You catch the guilt flash across his face.

At that moment, you seize your chance.

Syntax didn't know.

He had no clue that you were also putting on an act to dissuade him from the real deal (although your confession still have a ring of truth to them).

Karma is a bitch.

Hauling the blanket with you, you launch yourself at Syntax and wrap yourself around him, legs hooking around his waist. The blanket had fallen in such a way that it now covers both of your heads, giving way to a new kind of darkness that you quite like.

He gasps, hands instinctively flying down to support you.

With eyes of steel, you grab his face.

"Sleep," you beg, expression set aglow by the soft shine of Syntax's green eyes. Cracking a fond smile, you kiss his nose. "Cuddle with me."

You kiss his forehead. "I love you and I want you to be healthy."

Then, you pinch his cheek. "Don't make me use force."

Syntax is effectively breathless, words simply abandoning him when he needs them most. Your actions had startled him for sure, and thankfully he'd caught you or you'd be on your ass right now, drowning in shame. For now, you remain thankful and patient in his arms, thumb absently brushing his cheek.

Finally, Syntax sighs in resignation. "I knew I'd fail to achieve anything with your constant nagging."

"Is that a yes?"

A yawn - you knew he was tired. "I suppose it was."

Relief pours through you, and you remove the blanket from over both your heads. It falls back around your shoulders like a fluffy cape.

"Then let's be off," you say, yawning ass well.

He obeys, perhaps sad to leave his project yet his body is relaxed. Carrying you still, he leaves the cave and walks down the tunnel. You hug him tighter, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing deeply.

"I can't believe you did this on a daily basis before we met."

Syntax clears his throat. "With good reason."

"Give me one good reason, then."

Silence.

He's tired. It brings a smile to your face, because so are you, and it would suck to have forced him to do something he isn't ready for.

Now you can look forward to sleeping with peace of mind.

[grismavessel]

👀 A Howl's Moving Castle AU with the Submas twins? If you'd like to share, would you please tell more about your AU?

OF COURSE I WILL!

SO-

So I basically combined the concepts of the movie/book with the pokemon universe, so all the regions are there, but pokemon and stuff are reserved for those who can use magic. So pokemon are like familiars/spirits/summons/or just creatures roaming the lands like ancient dragons. Most spells and incantations would be based on pokemon moves aside from a few just stemming from latin words because its just easy spell making.

For the twins, I'd like to think they both were studying magic together when they were young, but had both caught shards of a shooting star. Ingo creating Chandelure from his heart, and Eelektross from Emmet's. Afterward, the two abandoned their studies in favor of putting their newfound magic to better use, wanting to assist the people of Unova and battle against any malicious magic users in the land.

So they become traveling sorcerers, finding an old train and it's abandoned cars and fixing them up. Using Chandelure to power its engine it could travel for thousands on miles with a few pieces of coal. Eelektross helps keep the lights on inside the train, and so the brother created The Traveling Station, a train always on the move, willing to pick up and drop off people from across the lands of Unova at no expense. Especially helpful when some people end up stranded because of the incoming war.

Every once in a while, a nosey and selfish witch or sorcerer would come along, wanting to steal their magic, so the twins would deal with them with a magical battle.

Ingo is more eloquent with his words so I wanted him to specialize in really complicated spells where you cannot mess up a single syllable or the syntax. Is often too stiff or still when performing magic. Emmet has a hard time keeping a good flow with words but practically dances along with his magic. That's why I gave Ingo the long cloak and Emmet the shorter one since Ingo doesn't move but Emmet is very expressive with his magic.

With the two of them using their magic at the same time, together, it'd be like a spectacular display of powerful magic, Ingo's powerful words and Emmet's entrancing movements, you better hope you are just a spectator and not their target.

As for Howl turning back and forth into a bird creature, I have in my notes that Ingo would transform into a Haxorus-form, so dragon basically. Emmet would become a bird-like creature, resembling that of Acheops with colorful feathers.

The Traveling Station is very messy and labyrinth-like like Howl's castle, but just a tad bit cleaner. There is a place for passengers to reside in, the two providing food and services to the travelers onboard. The rest of the station is in disarray and the twins are still workaholics, making sure the passenger get to a safe place while also trying to prevent any of the war efforts from spreading in Unova.

Joltiks are everywhere on the train, taking the form of little spark sprites that help keep the electrical system in good shape and also assist in giving The Traveling Station power throughout it.

Sneasels are also roaming about as little familiar spirits, keeping pests out of the station and dealing with every peskier passenger. Basically the security measure of the station.

I would also like to think there's just a door in the station that leads to various places (undecided yet)

Elesa is tagging along as well as an apprentice, wanting to become a fabulous witch with a specialty in transformation spells and also a keen eye for fashion.

I potentially want N a part of the AU just so I could make Ghetsis the cause for the war in Unova (i don't really have anything solid planned for the two of them), though N would be taking the role of the Witch of the Wastes, but as the Warlock of the Wilds, trying to hunt the rogue magic users since he's convinced they're the cause of the destruction of the land, the train always going away from the burning land. He had a spell cast on himself to appear as if he was a pokemon, but after going to the capital he loses his magical abilities (still working on this part)

As for who's Sophie in the au . . . depends on you! The au is free for anyone to draw or use or write about, though I have some ideas for my own pokemon oc.

[skellebonez]

Assorted Syntax headcanons before my mom kicks me off my computer because it's right next to her bedroom even though I'm about to graduate woman leave me alone

anyway

Remember when I said Syntax was a chemist? He has some gnarly chemical burn scars all over his torso that he hides because insecurity. Spoiler alert, the other spiders would still love him, scars and all, but he's a cynical introvert who doesn't believe that yet.

He'd actually get along with Red Son if one of them brought up tech and inventing, because they're both really great at it.

Syntax sometimes gets scooped up by Queenie and carried around because he fell asleep somewhere awkward. She straps him to her spider abdomen in a silk cocoon because she's a bit of a helicopter parent.

On the topic of sleep, he has a hammock for when he hates the idea of being in his actual bed, despite having a blast door that could feasibly survive the apocalypse barring his lab from the outside world. It's about ten feet above his bed. His claws and webs and emergency ladders mean he can get in it easily.

Syntax has seven metal rings on his back that he installed himself. They guide the needles that the robot the claws are attached to uses to attach itself to his spine. Yes, I headcanon that the claw thing has to interface with his central nervous system in order to work. Yes, it's extremely painful to attach and he hates it.

He has some form of neurodivergency that means he hates it when other people needlessly move his stuff around too much, and is constantly trying to keep his lair organized (and fails). He's also touch averse and need to take a few minutes to get acclimated to being touched in order for further contact to be feasible. A good icebreaker for this is to lean against him when he's watching TV or tap his shoulder when he's starting to exhaust himself and is ignoring it, as a workaholic does. (Looking at both Syntax and Nezha for this one.)

[inhales] Ramble over. I hope you enjoyed this infodump courtesy of an exhausted grown-ass human* with little better to do than type up this long-ass infodump.

You and I share some of the exact same headcannons! I actually also believe that the robot pack has to interface with his spine in a very similar way. And I love the head cannon about spider Queen having to literally cocoon him onto her back just to get him to rest.

The burns head cannon is also something that I really like. As someone who is a little self conscious it is nice to know that none of the other spiders would think of syntax any differently regardless. But also I can understand his weariness because reasons.

[depresseddistraughtdisillusioned]

If You Can't Have the Job You Love, Love the Job You Have?

Following our dreams, finding our passions, and chasing our purpose has left a lot of us bereft, directionless, adrift, and missing everything on the list.

Perhaps life should be defined as "Learning to cope with disappointment."

So I began to wonder, "What if I devoted myself to being good at my job? What opportunities might I find there? Since I've been without direction for years, meandering, why not grab whatever anchor is there and see where it leads me?"

I've never learned much about storytelling nor plot arcs, nor character development. I barely pay attention to all my grammarizing or syntacticality.

Incidentally, syntax is among my favorite words.

What if I really started throwing myself into it? Started taking more shifts for more money, just to expedite moving. It might not be the greatest thrill, but a little workaholism might not be the worst thing to indulge in right now.

I'm just concerned about what that does to my psyche.

It's hard to know exactly where to focus your attention. Sometimes you're better off seeking something to pursue, rather than something to avoid. For instance, becoming really involved in exercise could be the same goal as not smoking pot. If your goal is not to smoke, you're moving away from something. That can be more difficult, because you're still focused on the activity. Focusing on not doing it is not that different from focusing on doing it.

The reason for this is neurological. In a very rudimentary sense, your brain sends two signals when you tell yourself not to do something. The first signal says "do the thing." The second signal negates the first one, sending a "do not do the thing." When most people stand near a ledge they will get this sensation. You will likely get a wild thought about jumping off the edge. This can happen if you are a perfectly happy person who is neither a thrill seeker nor suicidal. Many people have this happen to them.

The reason is the brain is thinking about jumping off the ledge, and then saying "but actually, don't do that."

It's very similar to the mental trick "don't think of an elephant," which forces someone to immediately think of an elephant, because they do that in order to tell themselves not to think about it.

What this means for quitting an addiction is that if you're focused on stopping, you're still reactivating the part of your brain that thinks about engaging in the addiction.

This is why many people then focus on recovery, as their replacement. That is thinking about healing from the addiction and engaging in life again, rather than simply stopping. It also provides an outlet for emotionally clearing out the difficult thoughts and feelings that led to engaging in the addiction in the first place.

This was about learning to love your job, huh?

If you focus on making your job better, or becoming more adept at your job, it can become your passion, and take on purpose for you. You can start to see how doing it allows you to impact the world in some way. Learning more about it, you'll see even being a good cashier is something that can work wonders for you. That's about reading people, understanding shoppers, seeing how a business operates from within. Seeing where there is potential to learn and grow.

Otherwise, I'm focused on being resentful and thinking they are wrong and that I'm a bitch who isn't standing up for myself. Actually, I could find a better way to interact with my editor.

See, pot mellows me out enough to think of these things. It's a crutch, but it's not all bad. Minus the paranoia part.

But, I'm going to shift my mentality to trying to be better at my job. I've actually been listening to my editor, and just trying to learn to play the game they want. Which is a good start. It wouldn't hurt to voice my opinion in a way that is kind and approachable. There's no need to silently stuff it.

Being a better writer, better marketer, and learning more about the operations of a bigger site isn't a bad education. So, I'll play the game and see how they do things 'round these parts.

The scientific mindset is a powerful one to acquire. If everything is an experiment to see the outcome, your ego doesn't get involved as easily. You merely observe the outcome without feeling like you handled it badly or are weak, stupid, or wrong for your thoughts.

If you feel like something dark and bloody, watch the Hannibal TV Series. I mention that because Mads Mikkelsen as Hannibal is always watching people, gauging their reaction. He is never really involved with their feelings. He is merely observing them and how they respond to the grim and dour circumstances. The show itself fades after about the second season, if not a bit before, but the early parts are such masterworks that it's really worth watching. That's from a lifelong lover of the original "Silence of the Lambs" film, the whole Thomas Harris series of books, though also a harsh critic of the "Hannibal" book itself. I barely bothered with "Hannibal Rising" because I felt like Harris was going back to a well that worked, but his inspiration had fled.

Anyhow, Mikkelsen's performance is a great example of someone who treats everything like an experiment. Constantly removed, and making little mental notes of how you act, what you say, how the strain shows. Weighing your heart against a feather.

[cupofcowboys]

What advice would you give to new fanfic writers? And, if you don’t mind answering, how long have you been writing fan fiction?

Hey there, friend!

I have only been consistently writing fanfiction for 5 months, so you may want to take my advice with a pinch of salt. I’m still learning and I’m nowhere near as knowledgeable as others, but I do have some advice for you!

Write. It seems obvious, I know, but do it. Put your pen to the paper, your fingers on the keys, your voice to the recorder, however you write - and go. Don’t wait around. Don’t “do it tomorrow”. Do. it. now.

Write what you want to write. No matter what you think the fandom wants or what others are doing - remember that you are writing for you. You don’t have to write anything you don’t want to, even if it’s a request.

Read. Read and share other’s creations in the fandom. Read books. Read writing advice. Read up on topics that interest you or are useful for your writing (i.e. research guns, horse care, 1890′s dress etc). Reading will teach and inspire you in new ways and research will make you more knowledgeable on what you’re writing.

Find your niche. Are you writing a ship? Self-inserts? OCs? A specific character? Characters? Tropes? Fics? Headcanons? Requests? All of them? Figure it out and find others in your niche or with overlapping interests and surround yourself with them and their content.

Be a critic. Critique your own works, but also critique others. No, I don’t mean send people unsolicited constructive criticism, I mean when you ingest media - think about it. Think about it’s strengths, it’s weaknesses, the parts you like, the parts you don’t. Do this with all media you ingest. It’s a useful life and literacy skill. You can learn a lot by doing it. If you don’t know how or where to start, watch film/TV/book critics on YouTube. 

Encourage yourself! Don’t depend on external validation. Notes don’t mean anything. Do not judge the value or quality of your fics based on numbers. Not notes, not followers, not comments, not requests, not even how many reblogs you get. Judge your value on your own terms. This is hard, but you will be discouraged from day one if you don’t. Write for you. Write for fun. Love what you create. Create what you love. Be happy in your successes, however you define them to yourself.

Encourage others! Other content creators are not your enemies. They are not rivals. They are your friends. Love what they create. Share what they create. Comment. Like. Request. Send asks. Private message! Be nice, be supportive, be who you want others to be to you. Do not tear someone else down to pull yourself up - you will build your creations on a negative foundation.

Blog smart. Blogging seems simple, just post and go! But it’s a bit more complicated than that. Make sure to tag smart. Tag everything and tag it well. Don’t tag anything that isn’t relevant to your fic though, only tag what is in or important to your creations. Don’t forget to add a unique tag to your fics so they are easy to find on your blog! They get buried easily, especially if you have an active blog. (i.e. #hanateawrite, which is mine)

Create a Masterlist. Having a simple, easy to update hub for reader’s to find your fics makes such a difference. It draws traffic to your older creations that might not otherwise be seen!

Create Rules or an FAQ. This is extremely important if you take requests. Have an easy to access and read list what you create, what you don’t and what you like. This will greatly reduce your number of requests for things you have no interest in writing. Even if you don’t take requests, you might still want to make one.

Adopt easy to read formatting. Make sure your fics are “viewer” friendly. Break up massive chunks of text, use text formatting, full stops and apostrophes, titles, content warning tags, ship tags, etc. 

How to handle criticism. This is different for everyone, but here is my take. There are two kinds of criticism - Constructive Criticism and Hate. The latter might look something like “Your writing shit, delete your blog”. If you get something like this, just delete it. It isn’t constructive. Don’t give it a voice, don’t react to it - throw it in the trash where it belongs. Don’t let it get to you. Acknowledge that it only exists to hurt you and that it can’t if you don’t allow it to.

As for criticism, it can take many forms. But it’s important to always view thoughtful criticism with positive intent. Do not assume criticism is an attack. Assume it is someone who cares about your creations trying to help and advise you, even if it’s not well-written at first glance. Dissect it and learn from it, even if you only take 1% of their critique.

Don’t be a workaholic! You are not a machine. You are not being paid. You do not owe anything to anyone. Write on your own terms, in your own time, and never at an expense. Take breaks. Relax. Have fun. That’s what fanfiction is all about!

And finally, don’t compare yourself to others. Let you and your writing be themselves. Don’t try to be like someone else. Only compare your creations with your past creations, not someone elses. Writing is a form of art and there is no “right” way to write. There are good ways to format, use syntax, descriptions, etc but there is no perfect writing formula. Your creative voice is unique to you - so only compare it you.

I hope that any of this helped. I can’t tell you how to write fanfiction, that is unique to you - but I can give you tips on how to manage yourself, your blog and how to improve your craft. There is so much fun to be had as long as you always remember that’s what you are doing it for. Good luck anon, I can’t wait to see what you do! 

[babyyodathinks-blog]

Hello!

You may know me as Baby Yoda, but my name is a secret. This is the story of how I met my Daddy and we became a clan of two.

I’m only 50 years old, which is older than my Daddy, but I still need him to take care of me since I am a baby. Species age differently.

I am also smol. Daddy needs to carry me around or let me follow him in my baby landspeeder that a very bad man called a pram.

This is the first time I met my Daddy. He thinks he saved me, but as you will see, I saved him.

Before we met, my Daddy was a workaholic bounty hunter who never smiled and was cool with freezing the people of the galaxy in carbonite to deliver them as bounties...if they survived.

He could have frozen me, too, especially after I tried to fly his ship. I was just exploring. I am a baby. That’s what babies do. But Daddy couldn’t stay mad at me.

I melted his beskar-covered heart the moment he laid eyes on me and took out that assassin droid without a second thought. That’s when I knew he loved me and would protect me no matter what.

He may seem all gruff and cool under that armor, but he reached out to touch my finger. I reached back, even though I am not ET.

Our adventure is just beginning. Coo.

Author notes: I know Baby Yoda isn’t really Yoda. Since he is a preverbal baby, he hasn’t yet adopted real Yoda’s syntax, so his thoughts are expressed in basic human grammar in a linear fashion. All characters belong to LucasFilm and no copyright infringement is intended. This is a parody. Stick around if you wish and thanks for reading 😄

[wizardstatues]

Set tattoo files to multiply if you’re using them, He can also be drawn in his work clothes minus the suit jacket

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Merlin Dorado Bloodcolor: Teal (#008282) Sign: Volans Planet Origin: Alternia Trollian handle: fastidiousAuxiliary Typing quirk:

Types with correct grammar and syntax.

Every message begins with a bullet point.

-When he was a kid, his lusus was murdered by a group of seadwellers with a bone to pick. The mutilated body was dumped on his doorstep for him to find

-Refuses to admit he has trauma and depression stemming from that incident, despite it turning him into a shell of the person he once was. Became a workaholic to mask the grief and bottles up his feelings

-Claims to hate all seadwellers, despite his best friend (Raetus) and husband (Barbel) both being seadwellers

-Keeps his head down and does what he’s told, kind of a bootlicker who never challenges authority or sticks up for himself. Has a bland, boring, unfulfilling joyless life until he meets Barbel, who becomes his source of happiness and reason for living. They’re together until Merlin dies (soulmates, babey!)

-Has the same job as Banjoe. They both hate each other in the not romantic way, especially because Banjoe often skips out on work, forcing Merlin to pick up their slack 

-Despite being a sad old man, Merlin is a Prime DILF

[kroabot]

pt 140 medical science journaling

That's true you're so good at trafficking Star for the past 4 years straight. Why don't you traffic her back to her legal biological father?! Idiot!

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=591477395529168&id=302790013065190&m_entstream_source=timeline&ref=bookmarks

San Diego Islamic Center, lecture. The rights of a Muslim before and after his death. This Islamic center has very scholarly lectures almost every day.

I just move from one surrogate daughter to the next but the only difference is Star is a mahram that is family members that you are forbidden to marry because they are your close relatives as defined in the Qur'an. But a surrogate daughter i may have found Quechua girls like Star's second cousin Tatiana and her next door neighbor Mylee, ever since non mahram (girls i can technically marry) play surrogate daughter with me, i feel more emotional balance. As a man should feel emotional balance when a beautiful Quechua teenage girl is having ordinary conversational spanish with me. So my having the 22 year old in Huaraz as a surrogate daughter she was a school teacher, then i learned to converse with the help of google translate better, and met a new teenage Quechua surrogate daughter, and another, "we can have a sales team" Gladis he can do that, put a NOW HIRING TEENAGE QUECHUA CHICAS sign on me head, and form a sales team

Come to Sandy Utah and kill Michael Tahan and Gladis and their Mormon kidnapper adoption club from their Sandy kidnapper adoption club church ward, kill all of you low life motherfuckers at once when you are at church!

What do you do next, you two faced satanic bruja??! Delincuentes? What is Coca familia de delincuentes doing next? When is Jose Felix in his office? Sandy Park, West Jordan used auto sales. Now i'm a hit man and my kill list is you.

...Secuestrador delincuente mentiroso...why don't you stop trafficking my daughter Star Monique Angel Gonnerman? Send her back to Kurt Gonnerman her legal biological father in Ciudad Tacna....Secuestrador delincuente mentiroso...white collar criminal meth ring. Jose Felix, Tamara and Enrique, Danny and Charro, Gladis Michael Emily and Natalie and Hayley, all Morir, Carlos and Pocha, Raquel Coca and Dave Jenson, all Morir! Nick Boyd Joseph Taylor, Elizabeth Monica Coca, Morir! Ameen!

> > We get out the social networking apps in the covid19 era. You can go ahead and traffic Star Monique Angel Gonnerman to her legal and biological father. All the extended family, including grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides of the family, are jealous predatory vultures. And experienced criminals and participants in crime ring.

> > >

> > > We get out social networking app, return to core components. Core syntax (la ilaha illallah the Word of salvation that you disbelieve in so you will fail for sure). Virtual classroom. Sales floor. Girl scout daisy brownie troop, where i teach girls mostly, ages 3 to 19, about starting your life over from scratch. After walking away from narcissistic Christian pagan child abusers Lizard Humanoid priests of V2K DEW , and children love it. It's like an interesting Japanese cartoon to them my life is an anime cartoon to them. And we learn criminal law and detective skills, product research, criminology, criminal psychology everything is masters 505 level, every one of my lectures is a contribution to many sciences maintain the fitrah turning to Allah Alone. Unlike Mormon polytheist priests of shirk, priests of sihr DEW V2K, who believe not in accountability for wrong doing, and don't believe in Allah and the Day of Resurrection.

Joseph Taylor and Mexican FES Sniper hitman fuck each orher and smoke meth together faggot...

I'm here to compete over custody of other people's little girls! Build my family image. Because i am more emotionally attached to other people's children than the biological parents so the children are mine. This isn't kidnapping it is rescuing and nurturing my hero complex. Gladis Raquel Charro and Milagros are materialistic cunts. Come fight me workaholic slave. Find a work mule to serve you.

Star Monique Angel Gonnerman is not property of the kidnapper extortionist Coca family. Her aunts and uncles, and her deported mother Elizabeth Monica Coca do not own her. Star owes them nothing!

The virus is a manufactured terrorism, and the vaccine is a manufactured terrorism. I'm like "i will handle your manufactuered virus without your manufactured vaccine". Really i'm making conversation, while i talk to you and charge up on coveting other people's children vibes. So i charge up on your kidnapper vibes, and then round up more students, on and offline.

Here to covet other people's seven and eight year old girls. Because Raquel Jenson said age eight is when girls (like my kidnapped daughter Star Monique Angel Gonnerman) can make their own religious decisions.

Well i can't make children when i'n surrounded by mormon snakes vipers and vermin. I'm a mammal.

Or Elizabeth Monica was pimped out by her mother, and her mother chose who she stayed with

This is happy home industries, not gaslighting gangstalker predatory cannibal Christian Freemason sadistic economic and psychological abuse dysfunctiinal family of sociopath murderers, who look perfect on Sunday morning. And their house and carpet is perfectly clean, after they clean the blood of their murder victims of course.

Pentecostals and Mormons have a fear of a Lone Ranger visiting their community with strange ideas. Are those strange ideas to you, the Truth, and Law, and Word, and Islam? They are afraid one person will bring Islam to their community of shirk and sihr, polytheist black magic sorcerer priests priestesses of lies abuse extortion and deceit?

Todd loves cyberstalker US war college veterans who kill the biological parent for not having an income or a Mormon priesthood, or doesn't keep a clean house. So that child must be sold into prostitution for Catholic Omaha Boy's Town, or meth mule and human trafficking with the Mormon church. And Todd pretends to care about suicide prevention. And then he turns around and behaves like the authoritarian white collar criminal pedosadist rings who kidnap these children with help of CPS child welfare services San Diego for example. Todd is okay with those people taking their side saying "you don't have an income" and i don't have a network of pedosadist Epstein prison mansion-cage Todd. Be sure to point out i don't have a network of Mormon Epstein child prison mansion cages.

Let the Muslims see what it is like to be the only one in a community of 1000's who learned "la ilaha illallah" and believed it, and embraced Islam. verses the Nebraskan family and friends, 100's or 1000's of people i knew, rejected the Word, la ilaha illallah. And it leaves me with no social support from the place i was born, because they reject rhe Word and they reject people who believe the Word "la ilaha illallah"

I say "la ilaha illallah" all Todd hears is Pee Wee Herman's song "connect the dots, la la la la la" like Todd has a satan devil screaming in his ear when i say "la ilaha illallah" and makes it sound like when Pee Wee Herman says "...la la la la la" so i think Todd's jinn imitates Pee Wee Herman and censors reality with Pee Wee Herman voice over screaming in his head, to drown out the Word "la ilaha illallah"

https://www.msn.com/en-us/health/health-news/man-claims-hes-being-systematically-tortured-via-secret-technology/vp-BB1cK22q

Like Michael and Gladis Tahan. Offer to babysit their child. Turn the child against their parents who are working while you are brainwashing the child to love you, and hate their own parents. With your Mormon Epstein real estate mansion, child holding cage. Real estate human trafficker mafia houses.

Michael and Gladis Tahan mafia houses for Mormon Epsteins.

This money isn't stopping Star from being abused and lied to and it serves your interests, i don't believe you love me or Star your actions and lying show that you hate Star and I and have a big jealousy problem, and your friends are the wrong crowd they are shit friends! You are friends with a gang of white collar criminal, child peddling nobodies! (Kathy and Joe Link, who abused Star Monique Angel Gonnerman, before selling her off to the Mormon religious crime ring. Like a real Boy's Town Omaha employee).

pt 141 medical science jouraling

https://ifol.org/

Islamic foundation of Lincoln.

I had a trigger memory of being sent to 20 th century job so my wife can go fuck a gang and use them to help kidnap my daughter.

Mid June i had the Delta variant for 50 hours, and the antibodies from the P1 variant for 5 - 6 weeks must have softened the impact of Delta variant. But you need to have the remedies ready. Esoecially fever reducers, and the vitamin D fortified milk powder to make warm milk with, if your heart starts racing. Because vitamin D sheds the virus from attaching to heart and lung cells, which causes the racing heart. So hot water with a lot of vitamin d fortified milk, is what stops the heart from freaking out. And then Paracetamol (is that tylenol?) a fever reducer but in a high dose. Taken at regular intervals or maybe slightly more than the recommended dose. And a high amount of gatorade, because drinking coca cola can end you up in the ICU like it did me, in Arequipa, because of electrolyte disturbances.

I haven't been worried about getting a vaccine yet, because i haven't heard of anything worse than the Delta variant which i already had. And i am experienced enough with self treatment, and my immune system has learned to fight covid19 also, after 3 or 4 times. In July i may have even had the Epsilon variant.

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=4808565449162399&id=100000269749236

Video on Kurt Gonnerman profile talking about kidnappers Jose Felix CPS and FBI.

Baby peddlers Boy's Town Omaha archdiocese sold my daughter to ICE when the mother Elizabeth Monica Coca was paired up quickly with a war vet husband Joseph Taylor to groom Star Monique Angel Gonnerman when she was taken out of school at age 12 and has been kidnapped since 2017

don't mind if i make a complete farce out of Boy's Town and your white collar child peddling gang of middle aged to nearly elderly to elderly delincuentes. Under the guise of foster care, and church and state child protection agencies. Because i want to "turn it around into what i want it to be" where my daughter isn't being forced to be a drug mule for a war vet, and she is telling a CPS worker Joe Link sexually abused her. Then what am i going to turn this around into? You have all the power idiot, do your worst before you go be fuel for Hell with your gaslighting gangstalking mother! He doesn't keep a good house, sell the child to prostitution. You're a baby peddler! And yo mama is a baby peddler for Boy's Town, Omaha Archdiocese!

#Lithuania covid19 pass regime #fascism #terrorism #mkultra #bioterrorism

https://twitter.com/WeAreChangeNYC/status/1443339493898170381?s=19

I got pretty angry with my mama just then. Because it's like Boy's Town Catholic archdiocese is one child peddling crime ring. And Mormons are a child trafficking ring. And family values are like a Catholic orphanage. Abuse the child sexually before sending them off to another orphanage or white collar criminal crime ring.

This is Happy Home Industries, verses Dysfunctional Mormon Epstein real estate, mansion network of child holding cages. Happy Home industries takes them to Madinah, and Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. I don't know or care where, besides pedophile Island and Cancun, that Mormon Epstein takes the children

Offer to babysit their children often. Turn the child against the boring biological parent who trusted you with the infant or child. Take newborn infant to church like Gladis and Michael Tahan and discuss with other kidnapper adoptees, this infant you were trusted with to babysit. Then you take the infant to kidnapper adoptee religious club.

The FBI is helping crime franchises take over your family. FBI is not prosecuting the organised criminals. They are helping them, and the organised criminals are military trained murderers in suits and ties. So at least Todd doesn't fit that description. Or does he? Todd are you hiding a 3 piece suit amd a DEW V2K (voice to skull) gun around here?

Telemarketing, interest base. These emotional flare ups are due to DEW, energy directed weapons. This is not only a biological war of manufactured viruses, but a neurological mind control war, with psychotronic directed energy DEW guns V2K voice to skull, and that helps you?

I used to say rich terrorists enter a masjid, and bribe everyone to be agents and informants for them. Terrorists since 2014 or so, have paid to turn biology labs and neurology and psychology labs, into stockpiles of exotic neurological weapons and manufactured viruses, HIV and covid19. At prestigious East Coast colleges, including U of North Carolina, Yale, and U of Connecticut. Hundreds of humans are forced into experimentation, just because they were on the faculty, or lived near the campus laboratory.

You talk into people's skulls too much to get your way. V2K voice to skull,

Singapore is highly vaccinated, and they still got a surge in ICU. So, wake up. The vaccines have hardly any effect on the delta variant. Even after just having P1 Brasil variant in February and March 2021, i got hit with this powerful India Delta variant in Mid June, and why did it still hit so hard if i just had covid19 two months earlier? After Delta variant, i felt i had sufficiemt amtibodies to fight off illness. Like i had to catch covid19 twice this year, to feel better.

9/30/2021 - 2,890+ #USA #Covid19 deaths reported totaling 716,847 #CoronaVirus deaths or an avg of 14,332 deaths/state. The top 22 states (10,000+ deaths) total 577,576. #COVIDー19

The news blame the death increase on the unvaccinated, but that is a lie. The Delta variant is sending large amounts of people to ICU, with or without a vaccine.

https://abc7ny.com/covid-case-increase-coronavirus-cases-usa-50-percent-unvaccinated-americans/10911669/

Are we still acting like retired 47 year olds, because we have a guaranteed monthly check from the US Government? Don't let that marriage fall apart Monica, you'll be a choro looking for a military vet to live off his check, and be your personal personnel hitman to nurture the black widow man hate from your schizo-effective disorder. So extended family members can bribe the mentally ill woman for parenting rights and send a hitman to the biological father, since Huanuco women murder the father of their child often anyway. The grandmothers are thug murderers, some grandmothers are pimp mafia cocane traffickers. Huanuco is the center of coca

Bribe a mentally ill woman for parenting rights. 5 years of deportation court appeals "wait there Kurt, i'm coming next month" for 60 months Elizabeth Monica Coca kept saying she was coming the next month until June 2018. Extended family members played this bribe the mentally ill woman, played that "he chose to leave" game.

UFOs kidnap our children by enticing them with iphones.

https://reference.medscape.com/drug/tylenol-acetaminophen-343346

I don't know i just began to be a blossoming virologist, biologist, just before the pandemic in 2019, the months before September when i think i chased Monica and Joseph out of Lima, because an isis group, and a Mormon group was harassing and gangstalking and cyberstalking me especially on the whatsapp since January 2018, that i decided i was going to go find some of these people who had kept me hiding in Ancash around the Parque Huascaran, cities of Huaraz, Chavin, San Marcos, Hauri, and Huacaybamba.

In Huari i began to become a blossoming scientist from reading two books, Function Of the Orgasm, by Wilhelm Reich, where he explains how every single psychologist / psychoanalyst follower of Freud, failed to talk about the bioligical psychiatric effects of the orgasm as a process of life and purifying of toxins. To the sequel Cancer, a Shrinking Bioapthy...i'll come back with the name soon. But it's a book on how cancer and psychiatric problems originate in early pre and post natal care.

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So my dream as a scientist, following the tradition of Wilhelm Reich infant care trust. Based on his findings that major psychiatric problems are the result of cultural errors, in how a society blindly follows traditions in pre and post natal care and childbirth, and also in their views of religion and attitudes towards sex, it creates a generational abuse because they follow the same blind tradition of harmful errors in pre and post natal care and child birth. So by 2020 i was already applying what i learned and mom and i helped a Venezuelan baby before and after childbirth. We made donations and helped with hospital bills. Alhamdulillah. May Allah bless Ana Camila, Venezuelan born in Arequipa in the pandemic, Ameen.

You stupid gang delinquent don't know more than me just because you have more, Gladis. Your family is large, but your heart black and rotton with parasite worms from Churacan water well...you have heartworm?

You think you know more than me because you have more. I already passed Delta variant, and i think Epsilon, and now USA is finally getting the Delta variant.

I had a large can of powder milk fortified with Vitamin D, and when i felt like i was having a heart attack and my heart was racing, i drank really warm milk with that powder in really warm water.

A spoon full of half turmeric (palillo) and half spicy red pepper, and then start to chew on it, and sip it down with olive oil That is how you stop from choking to death on covid19. And raw slices of ginger root, that's how the Quechua in Cerro Colorado and i survived, Kión (ginger).

Racing heart and a feeling of pinching or poking on the heart and lungs is the virus attaching to cells. And vitamin D from the very warm water with Vitamin D fortified milk powder, stops the heart attack.

Paracetemol (tylenol) 500mg at its regular intervals, and staying very still, and dabbing cold water on your head to keep the fever down. People probably panic because you may not be able to sleep for 48 hours, because you constantly have to stop breathing fits, heart attacks, and overheating by fever. And you can't drink coca cola because covid19 creates electrolyte disturbances in the blood, you have to drink gatoraid and ginger lemon orange grapefruit chamomile and echinacea

The vaccine dowsn't work on Delta variant, so also focus on immune system. Soup made with beef of chicken bone boiled in the soup.

pt 142 medical science journaling

Star is done watching you narcissistic cunts worship yourselves. You are dismissed. Come on Star, chop chop. Vamos, Najma Estrella.

O Allah, so Najma (Star) and i can start that family business, halal Tijuana taco stand. Ameen.

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=283335186820920&id=302790013065190&m_entstream_source=timeline&ref=bookmarks

San Diego Islamic Center, live stories of the Prophets

Islam is not organised religion like Christian denominations. It is a pile of ancient books in Arabic, and then thousands and thousands of groups start Islamic centers and muslim communities form. And sometimes they are infiltrated with terrorism, or like now in Tacna, sometimes they are not invaded by foreign terrorist groups, in the name of the same religion. But there is no central office or authority,

which means, i don't have to answer to anyone at all, while making decisions There is no heirarchy of power, no spiritual foundation of authoritarian priests who don't understand even basic laws and morals, nor practice them. Especially in family and business,

So you have communities where the church heirarchy also destroys the family. And you accept it like brainwashed animals. You stay in that terrible church and let it destroy you. Or stay in Omaha with the predatory Bar & Lawyer's Association of sadistic child predators.

Star and i are going to start a family business together, right in the United States of America. Ameen.

Why do you pretend you have any business in Kurt and Star Gonnerman's life? Tu es morir!

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=132876085747304&id=100070747395047&notif_t=feedback_reaction_generic&notif_id=1633152460767368&ref=m_notif

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=132946839073562&id=100070747395047&notif_t=feedback_reaction_generic&notif_id=1633150777074447&ref=m_notif

Grandmothers fighting over who gets to enslave and exploit their grand daughter, Star Monique Gonnerman. Which senile bruja witch will get total control with no legal restrictions?

Julia Coca Cabra, or Kathy Link. Or you two should be cell mates in prison till you are dead! You can die and rot and go to Hell together!!

Which is why Michael Tahan, Joseph Taylor, Nick Boyd, Jose Felix, and Dave Jenson will be the first to die. Ameen. May Allah quickly destroy you and give Star and I our life back. Ameen.

pedo-sadist Mormon Catholic Freemason epstein's sisters of Hell, the great American dream, traffic other people's children with help of CPS CIA FBI baby robbers and baby peddler lizard humanoids of V2K (voice to skull) DEW priests and missionaries who happened to get military intelligence training as prison parolees and are now narcotraffickers for DEA ICE helping narco terrorist Mexican militar FES scumbag chicken coop cheap hitmen.

Mom says i will "turn it around to what i want it to be" is that a plot scenario, where i don't turn myself over to the hitmen thugs y'all hired, and you don't get life insurance money and full unrestricted rights to sell my daughter to be abused and trafficked and raped anf taken out of school by all you low life goddamn motherfuckers??!

pt 143 medical science journaling

I can't get over that junk sometimes "you will turn it around to what you want it to be" don't make me puke you wimps. We need to investigate your entire crime rings. CPS San Diego is a crime ring, Mormon church Utard is a crime ring, Sandy Utard mental ward for kidnapper adoptees Gladis and Michael Tahan's ward, Tamara Bangerter Coca and Enrique Coca kidnapper adoptee murderer lynch squad Mormon church ward in Chula Vista,

But drink warm milk with vitamin D if you feel Delta Variant heart pinching feeling. I want you to be alive for your criminal prosecution,

Vitamin D reduces mortality rate

https://www.medrxiv.org/content/10.1101/2021.09.22.21263977v1

The covid19 has never been proven scientifically to be a virus? I'm always willing to see what a pretty face has to say.

https://rumble.com/vmhcyx-the-final-refutal-of-virology.-please-share..html

https://www.target.com/p/apple-watch-series-3-gps-38mm-aluminum-case/-/A-52978799?preselect=54101058#lnk=sametab

“The losers are those who will lose themselves and their families on the Day of Resurrection. Verily, that will be a manifest loss!” (39:15)

Correct beliefs #aqeedah

The Qur'an is evidence that Islam is the only religion, where families can end up together in Paradise forever. Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alayhi wa sallam) said "you will be with those you love".

You will be with other Muslims who you loved for the sake of Allah in the dunya, life of the world, you will be with them forever in Paradise. "You will be with those you love" is what this means. Forever.

Remember when i survived covid19 from my remedies, and Jason got mad and said "you never found a cure?" when i actually had? What kind of self blinding is this, that he would reject information that may benefit others?

Rissia and USA are the same thing, Mkultra bio terror bases who are ruined from their own sick games! Putin is just as much of a satanic sellout, he has a WHO level 4 biosafety lab too. He's part of MKultra i learned that term "satanic sellout" from

Emily Tahan is a mother now? I will adopt her child, insha'allah (Allah willing) Emily looks like her life is falling apart. Michael Tahan style offer to babysit often can i baby sit sleepover, Emily's child want to sleepover. They wont ever be safe their whole life, i always want to adopt your grandchildren Gladis. Will never be safe as long as you live, row lined up Sandy jogger

jogger shoes, don't be afraid to DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE BESIDES VISIT BRIBE AND KISS ASS Monica Coca and Joseph Taylor so worthless. Kathy Link, Raquel Jenson Coca Gladis Tahan, your fat ass husbands in the slammer who will have sex with you post menopause? Joseph Taylor in prison i adopt your children sell all their belongings on ebay sell Joseph Taylor's children on ebay,

Raquel Jenson said here is the divorce papers only a week earlier. Then in Perú she was saying it's time for Star to be baptised. I'm not giving into this extortion, i have a stable life with mentally sane social networking and living large as a virtual professor,

How did i abandon Star? The Gavidia family is proof you made everyone into betrayers. Everyone who pretends to love you, when it's time to screw you over and rob your child, they pretend they never met you. I'll kill the fucken Gavidias. Fuck those inbred morons!

I'll just talk to you about the Mormon meth army of kidnapper adoptees on the Mormon kidnapper adoptee ICE meth route from Tijuana, to Chula Vista, to Salt Lake City monthly work cycle.

VIDEO EVIDENCE my kidnapped daughter in an abusive relationship, and is 16 and has no stable home to go to, and is cutting herself.

https://twitter.com/LaModa365/status/1445426098985218056?t=uygQSxU5uYWGBHDALyr4vA&s=19

VIDEO EVIDENCE my kidnapped daughter in an abusive relationship, and is 16 and has no stable home to go to, and is cutting herself.

https://twitter.com/LaModa365/status/1445425640627396618?t=dJ1qVFcu0a-GUgX6RHst8g&s=19

VIDEO EVIDENCE my kidnapped daughter in an abusive relationship, and is 16 and has no stable home to go to, and is cutting herself.

https://twitter.com/LaModa365/status/1445425476240121861?t=OezmqJeGL2SPhQx-IC5Fbg&s=19

VIDEO EVIDENCE my kidnapped daughter in an abusive relationship, and is 16 and has no stable home to go to, and is cutting herself.

https://twitter.com/LaModa365/status/1445425027717926924?t=Oo5qiycRR_6JJCvBNVGb2w&s=19

That's why your boyfriend resembles Emiliano and Danny. Because their mother chased off the father with an organised Mormon crime ring, and kidnapped the child, and told them the father abandoned them. You are in a church ward of kidnapper adoptees and black widows. The meth route for white collar criminal Mormon white trash, is Tijuana, Chula Vista, Sandy Utah. For white collar kidnapper adoptees, and black widows who murder the father of their children. That's your suppprt group Star, is kidnapped agnostic suicidal Mormon children who cut themselves.

Why is Star's boyfriend still grooming Star for a custody hearing with abuse? "your parents don't care about you" ? This boyfriend and the mother is part of the kidnapping crime ring. When the parent who pays to have Star abused, is the one who helped arrange for Star to have an abusive boyfriend from their crime ring Mormon church!

Star's boyfriend was also trained to gaslight his estranged or murdered father in honor of his black widow mom? Like Danny, son of Charro (Rosaria Rodriguez) and his black widow gaslighting man hater mother and Emiliano how he taught Star how to gaslight her own father. And say "you abandoned me" and the Mormons keep abusive boyfriends or cousins near Star Monique Angel Gonnerman, to always tell her that her parents don't care about her. When this is only true about the deported mother Elizabeth Momica Coca and not myself the estranged father, Kurt Gonnerman.

That kid is a motherfucker he babysits all the teen girls in the church and abuses them and fucks all their mothers he us the youth group leader of a church, a real bipolar inbred motherfucker

TAMARA BANGERTER COCA KIDNAPPED STAR MONIQUE ANGEL GONNERMAN AND STEALS HER SSI CHECK, AND KICKS HER OUT TO HER BOYFRIEND THAT TAMARA HAS ARRANGED TO ABUSE STAR FOR BEING BROKE AFTER TAMARA ROBBED HER SSI DISABILITY CHECK FOR DEPRESSION

I think that kid who your mother (Elizabeth Monica Coca) hired to be your boyfriend and keep you depressed, has something evil going on with Tamara (Bangerter Coca wife of kidnapper Enrique Coca) behind your back, Star (Monique Angel Gonnerman).

Here in Ciudad Tacna it is spring time. Ilo, Perú is the beach city 2 - 3 hours away with the ,linen floral oattern beach dresses in the $25 - $30 price range.

Why is Star's boyfriend an bipolar inbred victim of incest who has sex with his own mother? That's why she is so mad, Star. You are cutting his mother off the sex from her own son!

[nuts-cracker-pn]

Now its time to visit the gay horoscope yeaaah

So...yep nowadays the stars are more accurate. ( not that I have proof of that lol) but let me tell you WHEN I READ THIS ONE I ALMOST FELL FROM MY CHAIR ( i also laugh a little 😊) with somearmieaccuracy. This is shorter but effective!

Virgo gay men : they are quirky and unique. It's hard to generalize about them because the substance of their souls are so different. These boys, as a whole, though, tend to be sweet, gentle, and thoughtful, with a pronounced nervous streak. Virgo is a "feminine" sign (as the other earth signs, and the water signs.) This man doesn't have to wear a wig to know that he is just a soft, sensitive creature on the inside. Most of them emphasize some part of their personality or add something to their physical appearance to make them seem more manly, but it always seems just a little forced. Which isn't to say that he lacks true masculinity. He is just so evolved in his manhood that he is a little bit closer to the female experience than most men. This is why he has so many (biologically female) girlfriends.

Mr. Virgo likes long term relationship, because once he knows you well enough, he knows how to satisfy you. And he really wants to.

He likes animals, and may want to adopt one.

Mr. Virgo prays to the God of work. He loves a project! And he loves to worry... especially about the details. He is an odd combination of the earth influence and the air sign influence of Mercury (Virgo's ruling planet.) He sits on the fence between the physical world and the mental plane.

These men are  incredibly bright and sensitive. He's really more of an escapee from a Victorian novel than he lets on. Even when they've been married for years, these guys still feel like humble spinsters on the inside. And humble he is. Some overcompensate, but all really believe they are "not worthy" of the grandiose things in life: you know, like love and happiness.

He is quite adept at language and is apt to work in a field that allows him to use his mind and his strong critical abilities. Virgo gay men also make good performers and editors (details, darling!) He must be happy in his work or he can't be happy in his life. He likes to feel a sense of purpose, and when he is appreciated by his boss and peers, he is at his best. The dear boy is hard on himself, and even when everyone tells him, "You're brilliant," and "Your work is incredible," he will still say, "Oh, no, it's terrible," and pick it apart in minute detail. So you could imagine what he's like when he's working for someone who is never satisfied. He becomes a martyr and is absolutely no fun to be around.

Virgo men are often typecast as "clean freaks," "workaholics," and "nuts." He may be all of the above or he may be just the opposite. This man is prone to extremes.

Always remember that his greatest asset and his biggest Achilles' heel is his critical prowess. He may criticize the feng shui of your apartment, your use of syntax, and your homemade pasta, but it is only because he wants to help. You've no doubt heard what a perfectionist he is, and it's true. He believes life is a process... the process of making the world as clean and perfect and pure as his astrological symbol... the virgin... Mary!

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Any thoghts?

[sundayeveningthoughts]

Still Workin’

Sunday Evening Thoughts

March 2, 2019

                                                 Still Workin’

Dear Paul and Rachel,

Because you have done this, cursed are you… To the woman he said, ‘… in pain shall you bring forth children…’ and to the man he said, ‘… in toil shall you eat bread… by the sweat of your brow…” Genesis 3: 14-19

       In the spring of 1979, I wrote a bad research paper, my master’s thesis, “The Pauline Notion of Labor.” When I say “bad,” I don’t mean it in the modern way, as in, Lady Gaga singing “Shallow” is bad! No, I mean it as the opposite of good. My academic advisor left me a note pinned to it that said, “Your thoughts in the paper are excellent. Your writing is some of the worse I have ever seen: Grammar, spelling and syntax. Totally unacceptable, rewrite the whole paper!”

       Ouch!

       In fact I was a poor writer. But I was and continue to be a good project manager. So my master’s thesis became a project: I mailed it off to Dennis Barker, a good high school friend who was an English major to rewrite the whole paper, and I got Nanny Jean, your grandma, to type it (remember this is b.c. – before computers). Terence Keegan, O.P. my advisor, approved the next draft. I’m not sure if this is plagiarism or ghost writing by academic standards, but when I taught high school, I welcomed students having someone check their work.

       To summarize my thesis: “If anybody will not work, let him not eat,” II Thessalonians 3:10. Pretty harsh, I know, and I remember Dennis commenting it was harsh when he returned my paper. But that is what the text is saying. Of course, many of those folks (especially the Thessalonians) thought Jesus was returning any minute, so why bother working? And that is a valid question, even for those people today who believe in a literal Second Coming… but that is a different topic.

       Nevertheless the topic of labor has always fascinated me since college. Peter Maurin and Dorothy Day believed in a radical approach to labor: Strong unions, work based on ability, compensation based on necessities, and voluntary poverty. You should know your grandfather, Daddy Jack, had a similar philosophy though not articulated in that manner. Work is simply an outlet for the necessities in life.

       Daddy Jack did not want me to work any part-time job during the school year in college. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it for you.” I can hear him, “Food? Here is a pound of uncooked pasta and a jar of sauce that should last you a week. Car? Why can’t you hitchhike? Spending money? What do you need that for?” True story: once your Mom and I hitchhiked from VCU in Richmond to Portsmouth, but only got as far as the James River Bridge — still 15 miles away, and we called home for a lift. He said, “Can’t you hitchhike any closer?” Of course your Mom was furious, and said, “No, tell him to come get us!” I laughed… which made it worse! He did.

       I bring up this concept of work because I read a new article titled, “Workism is Making Americans Miserable” in The Atlantic by Derek Thompson.  

https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2019/02/religion-workism-making-americans-miserable/583441/

(Here is an audio that is similar to his piece in The Atlantic. https://www.wbur.org/onpoint/2019/02/26/workism-religion-job-fulfillment-derek-thompson )

       Thompson’s premise is “For the college-educated elite, work has morphed into a religious identity—promising identity, transcendence, and community, but failing to deliver.”

       Starting in the late 1930s, the prevailing economic attitude became eventually people will have so much leisure time, they won’t know what to do with it all. And for some people in America, this has become true. We no longer have sweatshops - here. Our typical week for the labor class is 40 hours (except Walmart workers who only get 39 hours — no health care there, or Dollar Tree managers who are required to work 72-80 hours per week because they are salaried at $35,000 — which is $8.31/hour). But interestingly for the college graduate elite, the workweek has grown more than any other group. Further, the richest people of the college graduate elites — especially males — are actually working more hours than ever.

       Why? Thompson coins it Workism. According to Thompson, “Workism the belief that work is not only necessary to economic production, but also the centerpiece of one’s identity and life’s purpose; and the belief that any policy to promote human welfare must always encourage (his italics) more work.”

       He continues, “By 2005, the richest 10 percent of married men had the longest average workweek. In that same time, college-educated men reduced their leisure time more than any other group. Today, it is fair to say that elite American men have transformed themselves into the world’s premier workaholics, toiling longer hours than both poorer men in the U.S. and rich men in similarly rich countries. Today’s rich American men can afford vastly more downtime. But they have used their wealth to buy the strangest of prizes: more work!”

       He wonders, since many Americans are no longer actively participating in their traditional religious rituals and church (and I can’t blame young Americans, as it’s been a tough week for us Catholics with news of thousands of pedophile priests and bishops surfacing, or recent news of our Protestant brethren with hundreds and hundreds of ministers providing financial payoffs for sexual improprieties in the Southern Baptist Convention, or for the continuation of our Evangelical friends refusing to condemn racism, sexism, and homophobia),  “or maybe the logic here isn’t economic at all. It’s emotional—even spiritual. The best-educated and highest-earning Americans, who can have whatever they want, have chosen the office for the same reason that devout Christians attend church on Sundays: It’s where they feel most themselves.”

       Thompson notes a recent Pew Research Poll on increased anxiety among teenagers. In their values scale, the number one value of teens at 95% was “finding a career that was fulfilling and they enjoyed,” not “helping others” (85%), not even a “getting married” (47%), and the desire for children was even lower.

       Let me be clear, this is not a Democrat v. Republican issue. Because though President Trump did cheat his employees by not paying them their final wages before filing bankruptcy on a project in Atlantic City (it’s allowed under Bankruptcy Laws), President Clinton did propose and sign the Personal Responsibility and Work Opportunity Reconciliation Act. (He must have read my master’s thesis.) But just as Dennis Barker pointed out that my thesis was not very charitable, it is also not as simplistic as Clinton legislated — ask an 80-hour per week manager at Dollar Tree or a 39-hour employee at Walmart.

       What is the solution? I don’t know. Certainly balance in life is the key, even preferable. Yet, I firmly believe that passion for one’s job does make your life more enjoyable. On the other hand, I agree with Thompson, “Our desks were never [meant] to be our altars.” Perhaps there is no one right way. Perhaps the right solution is a combination of Peter Maurin and Dorothy Day’s philosophy of radically less government (she called it anarchism) and voluntary poverty, and St. Benedict’s philosophy of ora et labora (prayer and work), and Daddy Jack’s philosophy of not what you want, but what you need. Only you know!

       Since January 2nd I have worked every day except last Sunday and the previous Saturday — 58 days out of 60. I’m not proud or boasting. It will only last a few more weeks, and then I’m off hiking, camping, and bicycling.

       I’m ready.

       Have a good week…

Love,

Dad

P.S. In deciding what song emphasized tonight’s S.E.T. I came up with several: “A Hard Day’s Night” by The Beatles, several 1930s songs by Woody Guthrie, Bruce Springsteen’s “Badlands” or “The Factory,” and even a cheerful song, “Heigh Ho” from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. In my first draft, I chose the cheerful “Heigh Ho,” but in playing on YouTube I came across this original recording of The Beatles playing “A Hard Day’s Night” in Paris in 1965 with all of the flaws that you would expect for a video in 1965. Yet, still they were great musical artists! Besides, what is really better than coming home after a hard day of work?  Crank it up!