#then remmebering the things that help me write

[kyofsonder]

I've been avoiding catching up on my mentions and ask games, waiting until I'd written more than a tiny handful of new words to use in said games. I'm starting new stories and slowly chipping away at existing WIPs, so I'm glad to report that I might -- possibly-- have enough new words to return to my usual writeblr activities soon. 👍

[pilot-boi]

(When was the first Faau post? Is it really near the anniversary? Maybe not of the breakout, That happened closer to january/december, right? I really can't remmeber)

Hey Cinder? It's been a bit, hasn't - well a quite a bit longer for us, but that doesn't quite matter now does it? Glad to be out of juvenile Detention?

I'm sure that You've been waiting for a chance to spread your wings again.

Feel the Wind rush beneath them, Flying high, through the air, free of sterilization and stagnation!

Free of the physical restraints put upon you, free to laugh and speak, and eat whatever you wish!

Free to fail without punishment.

You've ... you've grown a lot. I know you will grow more.

-💎

(I’m fudging the timeline a little bit, but I didn’t finish publishing the story on AO3 until April, so yeah it’s been about a year)

Cinder is seated in a holding cell, awaiting discharge. Her belongings are back with her, as few as they are.

Clothes leant from one of the idiots, holes cut through the back for her wings. A stuffed mouse courtesy of her temporary guardians, Glynda and Peach. And a fistful of letters from the other avians, in chicken scratch writing that reminds you how recently they all relearned how to read and write

Her eyes jerk over to you, sharp as flint and after how badly your talks with Nora and Oscar went, it’s a relief when she untenses. Maybe all of your affects on this world weren’t as negative as it’s been turning out.

“Oh. It’s you.” When Cinder untenses you’re not sure if she’s exactly happy to see you. But she’s also not treating you like an enemy, which with Cinder is a victory in itself. “What do you want?”

You talk about flying, about freedom. About no restraints, about no punishment. Unbidden, Cinder’s wings flex at the memory of flight, one full and flame bright and the other tattered and scarred. A reminder of everything she went through for her freedom.

“I haven’t flown since the Facility.” Her eyes narrow, suspicious. “How do I know this isn’t some sort of trick?! You could be sent- SHE could’ve sent you!!” Her remaining hand flickers with red light, her teeth bare in a snarl.

Breath, she can almost hear Glynda saying. Not everything is a trick. There are good people. Just breath.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Cinder releases the energy in her hand. “She would never offer me freedom, but you…” There’s a guardedness on her posture, a wariness. “You would know what to say. After what you did to me, I just don’t know if I can trust your words…”

You try to salvage the conversation, talking about how much she’s grown and how far she comes. Cinder bristles. “How much I’ve grown?!” she squawks, leaping to her feet and drawing concerned looks the others in the holding cell.

“Did I grow so much?! Look around!” she rages, gesturing with one arm. “I helped those idiots like you all asked and did I get my freedom?!”

Your gaze lands on the bulletproof glass separating the inmates from the public, the sterile tile floor that reeks of disinfectant. Officers standing guard and chains on Cinder’s mismatched feet.

“I did the first good thing in my whole life and what did I get?! Locked right back up.” Cinder drops back into the uncomfortable plastic chair, all the fight gone out of her. Her arm is tucked around her stomach, defensive, closed off. “At least with Her I got to fly. You’re supposed to be better but I guess you’re all the same.”

“I was trying to be good, I really was.” She rubs at her eyes and you’re horrified to find tears there. “Go away. I don’t want to talk to you anymore…”

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 I have too much time on my hands

I'm evil. And I love angst.

This has not been proofread.

Alastor sat in his office.....

Vox, Valentino, and Linda had visited him earlier confronting him about his affairs to fuck up his chances of popularity with a new studio.

Vox found out about him and Linda.....

In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky

Alastor sat at his desk, letters from Aponi in his hand and a blank paper in front of him.

Vox would use his knowledge to destroy everything Alastor had built.

When I was seventeen a hurricane Destroyed my town I didn't drown I couldn't seem to die

"Al?" Husk asked as he walked into the office.

"I used to live in New Orleans. I remmeber a hurricane that happened. It had destroyed everything I held dear but somehow I lived through it," Alastor stated to his friend.

"Uh.... Vox told everyone at his bar.... about... you and the overlord Linda.... it's not long until the word gets out to all of hell.... Aponi is one of the most loved dancers second to angel.. people won't take kindly to what you did," Husk explained as he scanned all of alastor's liquor bottles.

I wrote my way out Wrote everything down far as I could see I wrote my way out I looked up and the town had its eyes on me

"Back then I wrote my way out of everything.. spoke my way out of everything," Alastor continued as if he didn't hear Husk.

"Al.... Judith is gonna find out if you don't do anything about the rumors.. I mean they're not true... right?" Husk asked.

They passed a plate around Total strangers Moved to kindness by my story Raised enough for me to book passage on a Ship that was New York bound

Alastor chuckled. "In life people belived I was so kind... they were evolved to kindness by the story of my abusive father.... they raised enough to help build me my own radio studio," Alastor explained with a genuine smile.

"You... you cheated on Aponi?" Husk asked in disbelief.

I wrote my way out of hell I wrote my way to revolution I was louder than the crack in the bell I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well And in the face of ignorance and resistance I wrote financial systems into existence And when my prayers to God were met with indifference I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

"I'll talk way out of hell, I'll talk my way out of this. I'll be louder than a crack in a bell. I spoke to Lilly with such love that she fell. I spoke about the demons and defended them well. And in the face of ignorance I'll pick up my microphone and I'll speak my own deliverance," alastor ranted as he looked to the button that broadcasted his voice to all of hell.

In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky

"Do you hear that, Husker?" Alastor asked.

"Hear what?"

"The quiet before a storm," Alastor replied.

I was twelve when my mother died She was holding me We were sick and she was holding me I couldn't seem to die

"I was young when my mother died. She was holding me, she was suck and she was soothing me.... all I wanted was to die," Alastor muttered.

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (I'll write my way out) Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (write everything down, far as I can see) Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait (history has its eyes on you) I'll write my way out Overwhelm them with honesty This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only Way I can protect my legacy Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait

Alastor looked toward his microphone.

"Alastor.... wait.. think this through.. don't go rushing into things like this, it won't end well," Husk spoke.

Alastor turned on the microphone.

The Reynolds Pamphlet

"Hello Demons! I'd like to tell you a little bit about something I'll call, the Davis Pamphlet!" Alastor exclaimed into the mic.

Have you read this? Alexander Hamilton had a torrid affair And he wrote it down right there Highlights!

"Are you hearing this?" Valentino asked Vox as they listened to Alastor broadcast his affair to everyone in hell.

"Highlights!" Vox exclaimed as he smirked.

The charge against me Is a connection with one For purposes of Improper speculation My real crime is an amorous connection with his wife For a considerable time With his knowing consent Damn!

"Hello demons! The charge against me Is a connection with one Linda Davis, for purposes of Improperspeculation! My real crime is an amorous connection with her for a considerable time!" Alastor spoke.

"Damn!" Vox shouted with a laugh.

"I had frequent meetings with her Most of them at my own house."

"I made frequent meetings with her, most of them at the hotel in my girlfriend and I's room," Alastor spoke.

At his own house? At his own house! Damn!

"In their own room?" Valentino asked with a wide smile.

"In their own room!" Vox replied.

"Damn!" Valentino exclaimed.

"Mrs. Hamilton with our children being absent On a visit to her father."

"My significant other being absent On a visit with her friends!" Alastor continued.

No…

Aponi's eyes widened from her dance studio as she covered her mouth in horror. "No...." she muttered.

Boooo!

In the city, everyone booed the radio demon.

Have you read this? Well, he's never gon' be President now Never gon' be President now Well, he's never gon' be President now Never gon' be President now He's never gon' be President now Never gon' be President now That's one less thing to worry about That's one less thing to worry about

Vox and Valentino ran out into the city to gossip with every other demon.

"He'll never get the funds he needs for his studio now!" Valentino laughed.

I came as soon as I heard

Angel dust barged into Alastor's studio.

"I came as soon as I heard," Angel stated.

Angelica

"Angel dust!" Alastor exclaimed as he turned off the microphone.

All the way from London?! Damn

"You're ditchin Val?" Husk asked in suprise.

Angelica, thank God Someone who understands what I'm struggling here to do

"Oh angel, thank God a demon who understands what I'm struggling to do!" Alastor exclaimed as he walked up to angel and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Angel shrugged him off.

I'm not here for you Oooooh!

"I ain't here for you!" Angel spat.

Alastor's eyes widened in shock.

I know my sister like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind I love my sister more than anything in this life I will choose her happiness over mine every time Put what we had aside I'm standing at her side You could never be satisfied God, I hope you're satisfied

"I know Aponi like I know my own mind! Youll neva find anyone as trustin or as kind! I love 'poni more than anything in this death! I will choose her happiness ova mine everything! Put our friendship aside, I'm standing at her side! Youll never be satisfied, God I hope ya satisfied!" Angel shouted before turning and slamming the door to head over to the dance studio where Aponi was.

He's never gon' be President now (Never gon' be President now) He's never gon' be President now (Never gon' be President now) He's never gon' be President now (Never gon' be President now) That's one less thing to worry about (That's one less thing to worry about)

Alastor's eyebrows knitted together before he walked out of his studio, just following behind to see how many people were gossiping in the streets.

"I ain't fundin his new studio. One less thing to worry about for me," a demon spoke.

Have you read this? You ever see somebody ruin their own life? His poor wife

"You ever see someone ruin his own death?" Valentino asked as they walked passed Alastor.

"Poor Aponi. Hope she doesn't set fire to anytniiiing," Vox spoke with a smirk as he looked back at alastor slyly.

Alastor's eyes widened as he realized what he did.

He took off running back to the hotel only to stop in the doorway to see Angel dust explaining what was happening gently to Judith.

Angel glared at alastor before he pointed to Aponi's room and ushered Judith outside.

Alastor walked upstairs and opened the door to see the bed sheets stripped off of the bed, and Aponi sitting by her fireplace with a wooden box that seemed to be full of letters.

"Darling?" Alastor asked.

I saved every letter you wrote me From the moment I read them I knew you were mine You said you were mine I thought you were mine

"I saved every letter you wrote me...... when I had read them I thought you were mine.... you said you were mine," Aponi muttered as she looked at a photo of her and alastor together.

"Lilly...." Alastor sighed.

Do you know what Angelica said When we saw your first letter arrive? She said, "Be careful with that one, love. He will do what it takes to survive."

"You wanna know what Angie said when your first letter arrived? He said 'be careful with that one hon, he doesn't care whether you die or survive,'" Aponi scoffed as she glared at the photo in her hand.

Alastor stood there like a deer in headlights.

You and your words flooded my senses Your sentences left me defenseless You built me palaces out of paragraphs You built cathedrals

Aponi laughed as a tear roled down her cheek. "Your words melted my heart.... you built me palaces out of paragraphs...." Aponi smiled gently before her eyes grew angrier.

I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me I'm searching and scanning for answers In every line For some kind of sign And when you were mine The world seemed to burn, burn

Aponi picked up a letter from the box that was next to her and began to skim over the words written on it.

"I'm searching and scanning for answers. For some kind of sign.... when you were mine the world seemed to burn....." she muttered as she threw the letter into the flame, her eyes glowing a bright shade of red.

"Lilly no-"

You published the letters she wrote you You told the whole world how you brought This girl into our bed In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives

Aponi turned around sharply, looking straight at alastor.

"You told all of hell that you brought this girl into our bed!" Aponi yelled as she gestured to the sheets that she had taken off of the bed.. "You've ruined our lives!"

Do you know what Angelica said When she read what you'd done? She said, "You've married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun."

"Lilly, darling, i-"

"Do you know what Angel dust said?! When he heard what you had done?!" Aponi yelled. "He said that I've made a family with an icarus and that you've flown too close to the sun!" She shouted as she picked up the old sheets and threw them into the fire.

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy... Your sentences border on senseless And you are paranoid in every paragraph How they perceive you You, you, you…

As the sheets burned, Aponi turned to alastor once again, fire in her eyes.

"You're so obsessed with your radio studio! Your mind borders on senseless! And you are paranoid in every paragraph!" She shouted as she turned back to the letters and threw them into the fire one by one.

"How they perceive you!" She muttered before throwing in more letters. "You.. you, YOU," she stated as tears ran down her face and she threw the entire box into the fire.

Aponi collapsed onto the ground as she watched the flames grow for a few minutes before they got dimmer as they finished burning everything that was thrown in.

Alastor stood in the dark of the room, looking down in disappointment in himself.

I'm erasing myself from the narrative Let future historians wonder How Eliza reacted when you broke her heart You have torn it all apart I'm watching it burn Watching it burn

After some silence Aponi spoke up. "I'm erasing myself from your narrative," she mumbled.

"What?" Alastor asked.

"Let the demons in hell wonder how Aponi reacted when you broke her heart. You've torn it all apart and I'll watch it all burn," Aponi explained as she stood up.

She took the choker off that Alastor had gifted her, massaging her neck with her hand before clutching the peice in her hand and turning to him.

The world has no right to my heart The world has no place in our bed They don't get to know what I said I'm burning the memories Burning the letters that might have redeemed you

"Hell has no right to my heart! She shouted as she threw the choker at him. "Hell has no right in our bed! Go sleep at Linda's instead! I've burned all the memories that might have redeemed you!" She yelled.

"Lilly please!" Alastor begged as he held out his hand to her.

You forfeit all rights to my heart You forfeit the place in our bed You'll sleep in your office instead With only the memories Of when you were mine I hope that you burn

"You have no more rights to my heart! You have no more rights to our bed! You'll never see Judith again! You'll be stuck with the memories of when you were mine!" Aponi shouted.

"No! Please, you can't keep me away from Judith! Lillian, please!" Alastor begged as he kneeled to her, practically praying for forgiveness from Aponi.

"I hope that you burn," Aponi stated before walking out of the room and slamming the door behind her.

[everlasting-elegy]

HELP I DID NOT SEE THE COOKING MAMA REPLY UNTIL NOW 😭 i remmeber sitting at a large but pretty empty restaurant back in kindergarten and was playing cooking mama when everhone was ordering food, i have very distinct fragments of my childhood and baby memory scenes but also❗❗ this reminded me of averawr 😈

ALSO ME AND HOEBAE CHANGED OUR DISCORD MATCHING PROFIELS AFTER 307 DAYS OF USING OUR IDV MAIN'S FANART TGT because I doubt they have any relation with each other lol 💔💔 buma only played seer because " wow that bald blind man has a cute owl I wanna play him " ( - basically what she said 😋🙏) Now we're mitsuba and kou, I used to kin Mitsuba a lot more but time changed 😞🙏i love Mitsuba either way 👾 I kin the crazy (probably possessed twin) Tsukasa and funky Aoi, the female one lol and Hoebae loves kinning Kou, he's great❗❗ she never watched or read tbhk either 😈

oh yeah and the brown and red quote underneath the accounts are things we actually said and hoebae said it sounded like some weird breakup or smth like that lol, I thought I was funny because during that I was either adding on to whatever she was saying about a funky hunter we played with or I was repeating the spitting part which I heard from hoebae 😭 I don't rmb because it been too long 😈

- 🎎/Ko

YOU'RE ALL GOOD!! Confession I've never actually played any of the cooking mama games, but I heard the recipes and instructions are actually pretty accurate to real life LMAO

THAT VIDEO HELP honestly if you change the colours of the items I would LOVE to wear this one:

So... you're telling me if I search up Mitsuba's and Tsukasa's personalities I can see a metaphor for your character arc and development?? 👀👀 INTERESTING- Honestly with this account AND your writing one AND your discord I've just started associating that sort of darker shade of red with you sdkfjskdfjk

[vsnotresponding]

6, 12, 14, 15 for Karma <3

i'm roughly two eons late to answering this, but i am here.

this is from the tech oc ask btw

all answers are from the fake dating au <3

6. Write out a text exchange between them and another OC.

I chose an exchange between Karma and Sahare because I love their relationship too much

names are how they have each other added (or more like it, how Sahare has Karma on her phone and how she changed her name in Karma's)

Karma 👑: Sahare I know you are busy but can I talk to you? best sister in law ever 💙: sure!!! best sister in law ever 💙: it'll do me good to distract myself from the wedding planning best sister in law ever 💙: if I have to look at another pair of identical cloth ever again it'll be too soon Karma 👑: so Karma 👑: you see Karma 👑: Ira's birthday is coming up Karma 👑:and I was thinking about gifting her some jewelry Karma 👑: but I'm not sure if she's a jewelry type of girl best sister in law ever 💙: I've seen her wear ear piercings but nothing else best sister in law ever 💙: maybe gift her new ones? Karma 👑: no impossible Karma 👑: she never takes them out Karma 👑: she has a matching set with her siblings best sister in law ever 💙: omg that's so wholesome 🥺 best sister in law ever 💙: idk, really best sister in law ever 💙: what did you have in mind Karma 👑: I was thinking of something like this [photo attached] best sister in law ever 💙: it goes with her eyes!!!! best sister in law ever 💙: I don't even know why are you asking for my help tbh best sister in law ever 💙: just make sure it's comfortable for her to wear Karma 👑: okay Karma 👑: how do I go about that? Karma 👑: saha? Karma 👑: sahare? best sister in law ever 💙: sorry! best sister in law ever 💙: your brother came to ask me something about the guest list best sister in law ever 💙: Ira's coming, right? Karma 👑: yeah best sister in law ever 💙: so, about the necklace. not too tight not too long, comfortable chain... you know, this things best sister in law ever 💙: *these best sister in law ever 💙: damnit Karma 👑: thanks Karma 👑: seriously best sister in law ever 💙: also! best sister in law ever 💙: your brother asks me to confirm if you're coming to dinner best sister in law ever 💙: he also tells me that "you" includes ira btw Karma 👑: yeah yeah Karma 👑: we might be a bit late because she has a late shift best sister in law ever 💙: no problem!!! best sister in law ever 💙: see you in a few days <3

12. Open the notes/note-taking app on their phone. What’s there?

I'm also answering for Níniam because it amuses me how invested he is on the fake dating

karma has a bunch of links to scientific papers and random notes about the articles he's writing. also a REMMEBER TO note which he often forgets to check. he also started writing down things about Ira to get inspiration for her bday gift (because he's a big dork)

níniam has stuff about his classes and ideas for his photography account. his favorite one is where he keeps track on how the fake dating is going. he has turned it into a full ass d&d campaign

14. You’ve just stumbled across their tumblr blog! Describe it.

karma has 0 social media presence, and the one he has is due to his friends forcing him to make an account (which remains empty until his phone gets stolen and they post for him)

his tumblr blog has 0 original posts just a bunch of reblogs of mythology lore and images, as well as rock nerd stuff. níniam made him change his pfp because he looked too much like a bot (he now has a crown). níniam was also the one that made him create a blog so he could see his posts the only non housekeeping tags he adds are when he comments on níniam's photography posts

15. Describe their computer. Is it a sticker covered laptop? A high-tech gaming computer?

he has a lightweight laptop he uses for his articles and research to take to places easily. pristine clean not a single scratch. he has another laptop for leisure stuff like YouTube and discord to videocall níniam and to play chill videogames

[cloudcountry]

Ty!! I used to write fanfic but got both burnt out and had a bad experience with a friend from the same fandom so ye :/ ah well ❤️

My ask was probably eaten bc it was about the Floyd ai screenshot thing and tumblr ate it going “nah that’s too long” 🥲

Anyways I also wanna say congrats again on the 1k!!! And that your lil blurbs were so cute! Including the ones I sent in hehe

//🏎️

oh i totally get you. there was one fandom i used to write for that i got no engagement in and i had to take a six month break. problem was that i couldn't find any other fandom that sparked the same creativity that that fandom did, so i kept coming back to it. twisted wonderland broke that cycle when i wrote my first oneshot for deuce a few months ago and i've been writing perfectly fine for twst ever since!! i suppose i'm a bit picky though ^^' it didn't help that i met some pretty terrible people in that fandom (and i mean YIKES terrible) but the twst fandom has been nothing but kind to me so far and i'm glad :D

OH RIGHT THAT I REMMEBER THAT!!! it was about him being serious and everything!! :D protective floyd makes me even more of a floyd hugger tbh but that might just be my marine bio fixation being like "shrimp and eels are best friends" even though eels EAT shrimp sometimes OOPS

thank you so much :((( <33 all the compliments and congrats i've gotten make me feel so warm and happy inside, it make sme even more motivated to write for ygys!! and i'm glad you liked the things i wrote for you, too <3

[mermmarie]

you remmeber that GBUS thing for the rise boys? do you write fics? if so, i think i'd like to see some savage raph x reader pls

I am an.... inspiring writer.... lol.

That being said, this is a little vague? If you wanna give me some more notes or details, like a setting, or specific dialogue, or if it's fluff or sauce you're looking for, that might help motivate me to write something.

Thanks!

[crowhyun]

I'll write about Indonesia here since you said you'd also love to learn about it! I'll write what I can remmeber at the moment, a little bit of the geography, food, attractions, and if I think its a good place to live or not. For the last one its only my personal opinion- (spoiler alert: I don't really think so 🥲 and I kinda really wanna leave) Also sorry if this is waaaayy too much information.

So Indonesia is in South-East Asia. It is the biggest archipelago country in the world. Right in the center of the ring of fire, so we have a lot of volcanoes and a lot are still active. We have roughly 18.000 islands (depending on who you ask-) but 5 main islands. Java, Sumatera, Kalimantan (aka borneo), Sulawesi and Papua. We border Malaysia, Papua Nuigini and Timor Leste. We have 34 provinces and we're also the 4th most populated country.

Now with the amount of islands and regions we have we have a lot of food and it'll be hard to represent all of them but I'll mention the main ones that I personally like and it'll be hard to describe them so I'll just mention bascially what they are. So we have rendang (braised beef), sate (meat skewers), soto ayam and soto betawi (a type of soup), gado-gado (a salad), Pecel Ayam and Lele (Fried chicken and catfish with sambal and veggies), Nasi and Mie Goreng (Fried Rice and Noodles), Martabak manis and telor/asin (a sweet and savory type "pancake"), and more. Also I'll add we have an instant noodle called "Indomie" that the general public usually likes, "Indomie Goreng" is the favorite.

For attractions if you want a very tropical place then Bali would be your destination, however its very crowded with tourists already, so the next to that would be Lombok which is not far from Bali and just as beautiful. If you want a busy city then Jakarta is your place, its our capital city and filled with malls galore, we also have a lot of museums there and our National Monument, (I also suggest going to our National Library which is the tallest library in the world). If you wanna see the Komodo Dragon then you can go to Komodo Island. Wanna see temples and more temples? Jogjakarta is perfect houses the Borobudur temple which is the largest Buddhist temple in the world. Obviously there are more but these are what came to mind at the moment.

Now do I think its a good place to live? Depends I guess. Personally while I'm not suffering here and I'm living a decent life, our economy sucks, we're so conservative, kinda racists and relegion is a huge thing here and the relegions are constantly fighting, and patriarchy and misogyny run wild. However the general people are usually quite nice, tho a bit dumb at times. There are also many political decisions that just are incredibly frustrating. Though naturally its still a very beautiful country filled with decent enough people at times, so if you can find a peaceful beautiful place where you can escape the politics and chaos (doubt it) sure, it's a good enough place to live :)

Hope this helped! Again! sorry if its way too long!

okay so first off…i love you mimikittysblog <3 bcs this is exactly the type of answer i’m looking for

i feel like you have become my travel guide 😭 i also appreciate how honest and upfront you are about how people can be sometimes, and it’s really helpful :)

i’m very much NOT conservative or religious, and it’s something i like to avoid, so maybe visiting sounds like more of a good idea than living there.

The food sounds WONDERFUL tho AHHHH!!! As someone who loves to eat and will eat anything and loves trying new foods, that excites me a lot!!

Thank you so much for the information, I really appreciate it. It kind of sets as a stepping stone to looking more into the country and the culture!! <333

[saxifactumterritum]

Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please reblog my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

Hello,

I can't see what name is the person who's messaging me I hope you're surviving and doing as OK as possible. I saw on the fundraiser maybe you're in Belgium that must be hard with your family far away in danger.

I am okay answering publicly and letting people see your links and things, I haven't got anything to spare at the moment. Good luck for your fundraiser I hope you get some safety.

I feel strange and personless sharing these faceless messages. I know they're copy and pasted 6o try and get traction but I like to remmeber the people at the other end somewhere out there. I'm on a bus right now heading to work, I'll keep Gaza and Palestine on my thoughts today.

[notagoodspeller]

6

there was once a time in my life i felt so uncontrollably sad. I couldnt figure out why.

what was going on in my brain that was making me feel so worthless and empty all the time?

When i rack my brain as i get older i start to remmeber why i felt so bad.

its because i wore shoes when i went outside. (my feet couldnt touch the soil)

its because i wore sweaters in the summer (my back couldnt feel the warmth)

its because i only ate one bite of food per day (my stomach was never full)

its because i slept with my windows closed. (all my light sources were artificial)

its because i kept every thought in my head. (the good ones and the bad ones)

as i grow i learn how to take better care of myself. I find that things as simple as writing and singing and dreaming help me find myself.

I will continue to find myself until i die. It used to be suffocating until i decided it would not be.

[adventurelog]

The wandering emporium

Dear hellish reader,

I have finally figured out what to do with my time. To thank Ashe and the rest of righteous lot I will write down their many adventures as long as I am privileged to accompany them. Now we left the teleporting tower and his strange inhabitant behind and plotted a path to the hellriders crypt using the strange talking map. Curyn is an expert with vehicles and has the best sense of orientation out of the whole group. But even she is sometimes tricked by the way hell constantly contorts and rearranges itsself. Even natives have troubles navigating places they havent been to so this is in no way a comment on her abilities. So instead of reaching our intended traget, the crypts, we seemed to land in the middle of nowhere. The middle of nowhere turned out to have a small fort of tents and war machines setting up a curious little space one could almost call a market? Curiously this market seemed to be an agreed upon neutral zone, since a crooked sign above the entrance read "All welcome here, no fighting, no spellcasting". No real dangers seemed to lie within this ford so we entered. There was a variety of shops all with different offers increeasing in strangeness (let us be honest devilish reader, who really is in desperate need of buying larvae in the middle of Avernus?). Speaking to some of the proprietors revealed that Mahandi is the owner of this whole emporium, but apparently he is not well liked since someone immedialty offered soul coins in exchange for his head and were warned not to trust him or even take anything he offered us. Neema an Ashe decided to visit a barber who had a small stall here. But something curious seemed to happen to them after having a spirited conversation with the barber, they seemed not to rember anything that they talked about. Which seems very out of charcter since the two ususally have excellent memory. Curyn got a cream from her to keep her smooth Triton skin glowing and hydrated. Now this time they could remmeber her. Dear smelly reader should you have an idea what this is all about please do not hesitate to share your theories with me. But who knows maybe you will aslo forget about this barber as soon as you are done reading this piece. Leaving the barber we spoke to Mahandi, who was certainly most unhelpful and only tried to sell his many services. A little disappointed by the lack of information and truly helpful things we now recharted the course to try and get to the hellriders crypt.

Now this is where I leave you dear impish reader, as the crypt should be told in a septerate story

Until we read again, the spiked one

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this was an old game my family and I used to play and we cant seem to recall its name, only thing i remmeber is that it started with a X. Could ya'll help me in finding this game and reblog as much as possible? imma write a poem for whoever tells me the name of this game

[vatt-world]

hi

hello , my name is azghi

i like basebell

im practising my introduction

i leave my home in india

i fly fly fly and land in america

im very excited

my entire village has turned up

i have passport

u know im first person to fly

i have a letter

dear azghni , its wonderful place

im going to help u

u can live with us and see america

he owned a restaurant

400 east 6 th st

the world , galaxy

hey ma , dont cry

when i go america , i will write every day

i will from top from empire state , bottom from grand canyon, hollywood

i will write from cleveland

i will be rich and i will invite u

what is this

a stone

u are giving a stone

story of riverstone

i dont r

im keeping it 

i threw it away

i keep it 

it is in my pocket

i have to go 

u made it 

this is new york is a crazy place

this is my job

im manager here

im the owner

im the waiter

its such a good job

u know mr hakim were waiting at airport

they two children

samir is 10 year 

he is playing with gameboy

how am i doing 

sakina is older

dont u worry , soon u will catch on

i have no idea 

if u smile , nod u head , people love u

mr hakim is my best friend .. let me tell u something profound

any one can be rich

i just smile 

u are absoultely 

one day u are millionaire

america can u give u nothing

my dream is classical indian dancer

show me i used to dance

i used to dance 

she closed her eyes

her arms and hips

i think u should

then she told me she is going to teach me dance

i try

i put my wrists and turn my hand

im very good this

i can be dancer myself

i can do much than cook food

u bught present for me 

hello bob , business is good , dinner for 5 

very proud of him 

i understand 

time is money

what is this dress

u think are too smart

u can marry black guy,white guy

why did i can to restaurant 

so that i can proud of u 

why did i came here , it is for u

they teach u about 

i know 

its all fun and games

and then what

everything will be gone

dont speak to me in english

look what u have become

dancing is iportant but im not 

help ur mother in kitchen

sakina is getting married

its a party , there are lot of people

there is a dj playing songs

how could u leave ur stuff, u need to clean up

i give the gameboy.. give me postcard

u know what what 

my sister sent picture of ninja turtles

we were supposed to go

but my grandmother died

u know what happened happened

u know what

i had a fight

im doing that

no way 

u know what happeend

then i called upstairs

to see pics

do u remmeber

u can hold my gameboy for 5 mins

i kicked him 

its my five minutes

im not even sorry

he stole my gameboy

im not coming here

why do u hit me 

everyone is stupid

we were supposed not to

im sorry 

 come here ALI:Shut Up!—Shut Up!—I have to walk, I have to clear my head,

and I have to come back. I have to walk, I have to clear my head,

I have to come back, I have to walk, I have to clear my head, I

have to come back. I have to WALK! I have to clear my head, I

have to come— (Suddenly he looks up as if someone has opened

a door and he is staring into their face. He is visibly nervous, his

mouth is dry and his hands are sweaty.) I only have fifty dollars, I

don’t know if that’s enough or not. Oh, that’s fine, whatever you

do for fifty dollars is fine. I don’t know if I want the complete

package anyway. It’s probably safer that way, in regards to diseases and such. (Realizing his faux pas.) I’m sorry, I’m not saying

that you have any diseases. Oh no I ruined the mood. I’m sorry,

its just that I’m a Pre-Med student, so I’m always thinking about

diseases. I don’t do this kind of thing normally—NEVER!! never

before actually, I don’t know if that matters to you, but it matters

to me, and so I just thought I would share that with you. (Pulling

money out of his pocket and handing it to her.) Look, I’ll just give

you the money and you can put it over there on the dresser, or in

your— (Noticing that she put it in her underwear.) there!—This is

very unlikely for me to be in a place like this,—I’ve actually been

trying to deepen my religious faith lately. I’m a Muslim, you know.

Do you know what that is?…Yes, it’s a type of cloth. What is your

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name?—Angel?—Really? (He laughs.) No, no, I’m sorry. I was just

thinking that that’s an ironic name for someone who does what

you do for a living.—What?—No, no, I’m sorry, I’m not a jerk. I’m

sorry that was rude, look I think you’re very attractive. In fact,

that’s even the reason I followed you in here from the street…was

because of the way you look…or at least who you look like. Well,

you see, you look amazingly like this girl Karen who sits next to

me in my Human Anatomy class, and who I cannot stop thinking

about, and earlier this evening I was trying to study for my exam

tomorrow, but I can’t seem to concentrate because I can’t stop

thinking about Karen, and then when I think about Karen all the

time, I think about my parents beating their chests when they

realize I’ve failed all my exams. So I decided to take a walk and

pray for some concentration, and that’s when I saw you, and

you—well, you look exactly like her, and you looked at me, and

you smiled, and so when you started walking I followed you, and

while I was walking up the stairs just now to this little room, I

started thinking to myself that you must be a sign…a sign from

God!! that since I’ll never be with Karen, I could be with you, and

then I could go home and be able to study, and pass my exam

and make my parents proud of me!!! (He suddenly breaks down

into tears.) I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I think I’ve made a terrible

mistake. You see I just realized that God would never, never lead

me to a place like this. I must be losing my mind. I have to study,

I have to go! I need some sleep! I have to study, I’m really sorry. I

have obviously wasted your time, I’m really sorry but I have to go.

(He leaves, there is a long pause and then he returns.) I think I

should probably just get a refund. I don’t know what your policy

is as far as refunds go. I’m sure that it doesn’t come up very

often.—What?—Uh, thank you, that’s very kind of you—Well I

think you’re very attractive yourself—No, I can’t do that actually,

No I can’t, No I really can’t—Well, because I’m engaged…or at

least “betrothed” which is actually more like…engaged!—She’s

a very nice girl, Sakina!! would you like to see a picture? I have

one,—No of course not, What I’m trying to say is that she really

is the perfect girl for me, comes from a very similar family, same

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religion, same tradition, same values, these things are important,

you know. Besides, Karen is just a distraction. I mean, she’s

American. In the long run she would never accept Indian culture,

she would never understand the importance of an Islamic way of

life, she would probably want to have pre-marital sex which is

something that as a Muslim I could never do. I know that that

probably sounds ridiculous under the circumstances, but it’s

true!!! It’s not just a religion you know, it’s a way of life and I have

dedicated my entire spiritual life identity to the complete submission to the will of God. That’s what Islam means. So you see, I

can’t just be running around having sex (He thrust his pelvis forward unconsciously.) like a rabbit (He does it again, with more

vigour.) with every woman I am attracted to (He does it again

repeatedly with real vigour.) It would be SIN!! and that is why I

have to leave. What? What is my name? (He pauses.) AL!—

Really!—OK, OK. It’s not Al the way you are thinking of it, like

short for Alan or Alvin or something. It’s actually the short form

of a very religious name, a name I can’t even say right now, otherwise it would be a sin—I think. I probably don’t even deserve

this name.

(We begin to hear the song “No Ordinary Love.” This plays

throughout the rest of the piece.)

ALI:What are you doing?—no I really don’t think you should

…REMOVE THAT!!! (He hides behind his hands so as not to look

at her but then he slowly looks.) You want me to call you

Karen?…OK!? Karen, Karen, Karen, Karen…

[(She unbuttons his pants and begins to perform oral sex, the

rest of the lines are delivered while he is receiving a blow

job.)]

ALI:Oh, my God, this is not me, this is not my life. Oh, shit!

(Looking down.) I’m sorry, I’m trying not to swear. It’s hard, you

know, to do the right thing, you know.—I’m always asking for

forgiveness, because I believe that God understands and he is forgiving, and he knows how hard it is, to do the right thing all the

time, even when you want to, more than anything else, and if

you fail and you disappoint people, you can just try again, right?

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And you can have the intention to try again even while you’re

failing…failing! I don’t suppose there is really any chance of me

passing this exam tomorrow. I mean, if I’m going to be punished

for this, and I’m sure I will be, that will probably be the punishment, because when you’re trying to do the right thing and make

people proud of you, Satan wants you to fail. And then you end

up being a huge disappointment. Well, if I’m not going to be a

doctor, I wonder what I will be?—Maybe I will be a bum!—And

Sakina will say, “I can’t marry him, he’s a BUM!!!” (He is getting

quite worked up at this point as he gets closer to orgasm.) And I

will say, “GOOD!!!! BECAUSE THIS BUM WOULDN’T MARRY

YOU WHEN HELL FREEZES OVER!” AND HER PARENTS WILL SAY,

“HOW DARE YOU TALK TO OUR DAUGHTER LIKE THAT!!! AND

I WILL SAY I JUST DID! ! AND MY PARENTS WILL SAY, “HOW

DARE YOU TALK TO HER PARENTS LIKE THAT, YOU ARE A GREAT

DISAPPOINTMENT,” AND I WILL SAY, “MOM, DAD EAT (He

orgasms.) SHIIIT!!!!” (He falls to his knees in shock, and slowly as

if almost in slow motion he doubles over on the floor, unconsciously going into the Islamic position of prayer. After a few seconds, he regains his composure and attempts to stand and

button up his pants. Thank you Angel, I mean Kar—…I mean

Angel.

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AZGI:ABDUL! I need two puri’s on table five! I need two lassi’s on

table six, and this lamb curry is COLD COLD, COLD! Food, Abdul,

is supposed to be HOT, HOT! Not COLD! How come you don’t

seem to understand that????? (Azgi runs to speak to one of his

tables. To first table.) I am very sorry. In all the time that I have

worked in this restaurant, food is NEVER cold, NEVER! He is heating it up right now. I will bring it out in two minutes and you just

keep enjoying your…water. (He moves to the second table.)

Hello, how are you? My name is Azgi, I will be your waiter. How

can I help you? Oh yeah, it is kind of spicy, but we have a scale.

You see, you can order how spicy you would like one, two, three,

four, five. You decide, he’ll make it.—What?—You want number

five? (Azgi is a little concerned.) Sir don’t take number five, take

number two—No, no, number two is better for you, it’s very

good, you’ll like it very much.—Please sir, don’t take number five.

Sir I am trying to save your life OK. (Getting angry.) look, look in

my eyes OK, number two is better for you. OK you think about it

I will come back OK. (He runs upstage again.) ABDUL!—Where is

my lamb curry ????

(The lamb curry seems to have appeared on the line.)

AZGI:A-ha! (He runs over to the first table with the imaginary

lamb curry. It is very hot and burns his hands.) There you go. OK?

piping hot—What happened? Why you look so sad? Not

lamb?—CHICKEN.—Oh my God!—No, no, please sit down.

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Where you going? please don’t leave, sit down, I am very sorry,

this is a terrible mistake, I will bring out chicken in just two minutes, please don’t leave, whatever you do don’t leave. (He runs

over to second table.) OK, OK, look I tell you what, number three,

number three is plenty hot, plenty hot. You don’t need number

five. LISTEN MAN!! I AM FROM INDIA!!! and even in India

nobody asks for number five! It’s not a real thing that you can

eat, it’s just for show. I am not screaming, you are screaming!

Look, look, now your wife is crying! I didn’t make her cry, you

made her cry! OK, OK. Fine, Fine, you want five, fifteen, one hundred five!! I give you OK!

ABDUL!—- Listen on dup forty-one, I put number five, but

you don’t make it number five, you make it number two, OK?

And this lamb curry is supposed to be chicken curry—Because I

am telling you, that’s why. Because I am the boss right now OK,

Listen you give me any trouble no, I will have Mr. Hakim fire

you!!!—Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah? Come on, Come on Abdul (He puts

up his fists.) I will take you right now! I will kick your butt so hard

that you will be making lamb curry for the tigers in India! Oh,

yeah? Come on, Big Guy, come on, Big Guy, come on, Big Guy,

come on—

(Suddenly Azgi is faced with Abdul who grabs him by the collar.)

AZGI:—BIG GUY! I am joking, man. I am just kidding around, why

you take me so seriously?—please don’t kill me. (Turning.) Every

night I have the same dream. I am a giant tandoori chicken wearing an Armani suit. I am sitting behind the wheel of a speeding

Cadillac. I have no eyes to see, no mouth to speak and I don’t

know where I am going. Mr. Hakim, he come up to me, he say,

“Azgi, Azgi, Azgi, you have to calm down, man, he say to me, he

say “Success, Azgi, is like a mountain. From far away it is inspiring, but when you get close, you realize that it is simply made of

earth and dirt and rocks, piled one on top of the other until it

touches the sky.” Mr. Hakim, he is a smart man, but I wonder to

myself when God was building the mountain and piling the rock,

one on top of the other, was he working or playing? (He begins

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to ponder this thought, and then suddenly he smiles and goes

over to the first table.) Hello, my name is Azgi…I am working…and playing. (He goes over to the second table.) Hello my

name is Azgi, I am working and playing…how are you ? (He goes

over and looks in the direction of Abdul, and blows him a big

kiss.) ABDUL…I love you man!!!!

(Phone rings, Azgi turns and looks at the audience.)

AZGI:Phone! (He picks up the phone.) Hello, Sakina’s Restaurant

Azgi speaking, how may I—Oh Oh Mr. Hakim? No No He is right

here, I will get him—

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Sakina’s Restaur

//

We decided to watch a called no way home because we kept seeing its ads on youtube. We knew the trailer so well that we could say it word for word. Mark's favorite line was when the lead actor talks about his girlfriend in the movie. Mark would repeat it all the time, 

So, we went to the movie theater, hoping to see that scene . But to our disappointment, the lead actor didn't say that line at all. In fact, the whole scene we were waiting for wasn't even in the movie! We left feeling upset 

As we left,. We realized we could just go watch another movie without paying again. We felt a little bad, but we had spent a lot on snacks, so we didn't feel too guilty. Plus, we felt like we deserved to watch another movie since no way home let us down.

We ended up watching a movie  instead. It was good, and since we hadn't seen any ads for it, we weren't disappointed. 

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i needed a car , i could rely on public transport

and all i had was 2000$ so i bought a ford car

so after few rides , it started giving problems

the transmission broke..the power steering didnt work

i couldnt find parking on campus..

Is your minivan all fixed?" Larry inquired.

"Yeah, but it cost us a pretty penny," Mark sighed.

"How much did they charge you?" Larry's eyes widened.

"$2500," Mark responded.

"$2500? You've gotta be kidding me! $2500 for a new transmission?" Larry exclaimed.

"A new what?" Mark looked puzzled, glancing at me in the backseat.

"A transmission. An automatic one. That's what you had replaced, right?" Larry clarified.

"Oh, right, yeah, a new transmission," I confirmed.

"Well, it sounds like they're pulling a fast one on you," Larry said as he dialed a number on his phone.

He called someone named Rocko, then his buddy Kurt, both of whom echoed his sentiment that we were getting ripped off. Mark nervously suggested haggling, but I pointed out that we already agreed to the price.

As we pulled into the garage, Larry insisted we stand our ground. "You tell 'em you ain't gonna be taken for a ride," he advised.

larry gets out of the car an goes in and talks to car dealer.

After a few minutes, Larry returned with a grin. "Saved you a few bucks, boys," he announced proudly.

 When we settled up, the bill had mysteriously been reduced by $500.

I still don't know what Larry said or did in that office, but his advice and charm saved us some serious cash. Now, we just hoped the new transmission would hold up.

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There are few things that bring my father as much joy as clearance sales.

It's not so much the food that my dad loves at Denny's—he only knows three flavors anyway: salt, butter, and A-1 Steak Sauce. No, what he adores is the simplicity, the straightforwardness of the entire Denny's experience, especially the menu.

“You don’t even have to read anything,” he’d say. “You look at the pictures of the food, you pick what you want, and you point.” And that’s precisely what he does. We'd settle at a table in Denny's, he'd crack open the menu to a Moons Over My Hammy or whatever caught his fancy, and he'd point. “I want that.” Not a word more, not a word less. It's the perfect restaurant routine.

we bought couch

So, off we went, driving at a snail's pace—twenty miles per hour in a forty-five-mile-per-hour zone. The officer followed my dad quietly for a few miles before my father suddenly pulled over, even though the officer hadn't signaled with lights or sirens. I followed suit.

After the officer wrote us both tickets for having unsafe loads, he warned us not to drive with the furniture again or risk getting more tickets. Stuck on the side of the road, my dad asked if I knew anyone with a truck. That was like asking if I knew anyone at all.

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You ever have those gym ,PE classes that make you question why you even bother showing up? . Coach McAndrew, bless her heart, she had all the enthusiasm of a cheerleader at a spelling bee.

 Coach blowing her whistle like it's her only source of oxygen. "Forward rolls, backward somersaults, cartwheels, repeat!" she says, as if we're all Olympic gymnasts in the making.

 How am I supposed to learn by watching them? It’s like telling someone to learn how to swim by watching a fish.

I muster up the courage to approach Coach. "Excuse me, I don’t know how to do any of those things. Can I please go to the library?" I ask, hoping she'd see reason. But nope, she hits me with the classic "No pain, no gain" line, like she's trying to motivate a sack of potatoes.

So, there I am, at the back of the line, watching these kids effortlessly roll, somersault, and cartwheel like it's second nature.

Finally, it's my turn. I kneel down, put the top of my head on the mat, and just pray for a miracle. But all I manage to do is roll sideways off the mat—splat—onto the wooden gym floor.

 All pain, no gain, and a side of humiliation. Can't wait for next week's adventure in awkwardness.

This is America? I’m fucking in! Big Pimpin’ was the epitome of the American dream and I needed to be part of it. I wanted to be like these larger-than-life American superheroes they called rappers. I wanted to be a pimp like Jay-Z and a gangster like 50 Cent. I made it my life’s goal to live the Big Pimpin’ lifestyle. Whenever I watched BET, I forgot I was a small foreign Chinese boy and I felt like a badass gangsta. I started imitating how the rappers walked and how they talked. I would go up to my classmates and say, “Yo what up, dog. Our geometry teacher is a bitch, homie.” I felt like my identity was being judged based on the other Asians around me instead of my own personality, my inside voice screamed, I listen to Jay-Z, motherfuckers! In high school,

thong thong thong thong thong!” This was one of the first songs I heard on American radio. It was catchy as hell, but I had no idea what a thong was. Then when I saw the music video, everything made sense.

I couldn’t rap for shit, but I wanted so badly to be part of the glamorous rap game that I’d seen on Rap City. Chris downloaded a bootleg copy of Sony’s ACID Music Studio, a beat-making software, and he started cranking out some sick beats. Then Jeremy, Phil and I would go to Chris’s mom’s apartment and record our raps on his five-dollar computer microphone. Next thing you know, we’d formed a rap group just like N.W.A. Chris’s mom’s apartment and his Dell desktop became our recording studio. We felt like the real deal and we called ourselves Syndakit. The first time I recorded at Chris’s house, he played me a beat he had just made. It sounded like a real track I’d heard on Rap City. I pulled out my notebook and I was ready to write my first rhymes, but I

I never got a record deal, but I experienced creative freedom for the first time

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offer to buy one and get the other for half price , my father was first in line.

his ability to consume knew no bounds.his favorite was chocolate pean with extra sprinkles

when i orderd plan old chocolate icecream , he took it as an insult

they have thirty two flavors andu order chocaloate

u can get chocolate anywhere , why did we come to america

we didnt sacrifice everything come to here so u could be satisfied with plain old chocolate ice cream

i just want medium soda

get the large

u get extra large for thirty nine cents more

America was Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory and he was a ten-year-old who had won a golden ticket.

Let me tell you what is really embarrassing,” he continued. “Having only one pair of shoes, that’s embarrassing. Having to study for your exams under a street lamp because you don’t have your own room, that’s embarrassing. Hanging off the side of a train on your way to work because it’s so crowded and you can’t afford a seat, that’s embarrassing.”

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“When will you become an American?” he continued. “Okay, pour the extra thirty-nine cents-worth into a cup and I will drink it later.”

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I saw a job posting in the college newspaper for telemarketer and decided to interview for it. The college building was squeezed between a sandwich place and a bookstore. The guy interviewing me looked a bit like Paul Giamatti from "Billions," but there were definitely no billions to be made here.

During the interview, he asked simple questions like who had used a computer before and who knew how to use a phone, how to type basic english. I got hired and was given a script to follow.

I got hired and was given a script to follow. My job was to keep people/alumni on the line and chat about how great the university was still doing.

I was supposed to ask alumni like Milli for a hundred bucks to support the college.

but milli response was "Oh, I'm sorry, hun. I'm barely scraping by on a fixed income. I'd love to help, really, but a hundred dollars? not happening."

So, I lowered the amount to fifty dollars, but still got a no. Then I tried twenty dollars, and she agreed to make the donation.

After working for an hour, a bell rang for a break. The boss, stood on a chair and called out how much money everyone had brought in. He gave cookies to the top three earners.

Overall, it was an interesting experience, but I only worked there for a few weeks before my semester started, and I quit the telemarketing job.

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“BE CAREFUL!” my roommate WILLIAM TOLD ME . “I am being careful!” I said, grabbing the dvd from him and totally not being careful.It wasn't contraband or illicit substances..it was dance dvd.. I was staring at it in awe, my heart pounding like crazy.

cuoristy got the better of me and I put the dvd in my vcr. And What unfolded on the screen was unlike anything I’d ever saw.

and what captivated me even more was drummer in the corner setting the rhythm and this guy was dancing to the beat in rhythm…it was beautiful…

soon i was playing drums…

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 coach andrew, transmission,affleck movie,

, clearance sales-denny's,

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I needed a job. Scanning through the student paper, I found an opening in the computer lab. It seemed perfect, except for the minor detail that I knew next to nothing about computers. All I knew was that if something goes wrong, you should reboot the computer. Sure, I could switch a computer on, but i knew nothing about coding, programming, troubleshooting.

I interviewed with this quiet guy who wore glasses, named Dominick. He wore a buttoned-up shirt, light brown khakis, and Nike running sneakers. "Hi, Kunal, nice to meet you,” he said, in a soft, high-pitched voice. “I am looking for some people to be computer lab managers. What are your skills?”

“Troubleshooting, programming, Excel, PowerPoint,” I said.

“Can you give me more details?”

"Sure, I've read courses online, fixed bugs on my computer, and developed applications."

"I like you. I’m going to hire you,” he said as we shook hands. Bingo! “Given your advanced skill set, I’m going to give you a very special project.”

He turned to the computer and opened up a software program I had never seen. “The school is trying to integrate this new voice recognition software. I want you to figure it out, dissect it, and write an entire instruction manual based on what you’ve learned.”

So three days a week, four hours each shift, my job was to sit at the computer and try to figure out voice recognition software. The first day I took the job very seriously. I spoke into the microphone and compared what I said to the words that appeared on the screen: “The cat drank the cow’s milk,” I said. On-screen: "You drank the milk." I said it slowly again… "You drank the milk" again… I basically gave up on the project after a few days, and each shift I would spend fifteen minutes on voice recognition, and then would spend the rest of my time chatting.

The week passed, the instruction manual was due and it was time to face the music. I decided to write something… click the L button… etc.

“I just got an email from the university. I have some troubling news.” Shit. My scholarships. Dominick took off his glasses. “The school has decided to put a stop to the software. The license has expired.”

I said, “Whatever’s best for the university."

“Because of your hard work and commitment to this project, I’m going to promote you to lab manager of the engineering building.” He gave me a raise, bumping me up to nine dollars an hour, which was damn good money at the time. I was a good lab manager.

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After finishing college, I got a job as a waiter in a restaurant. But I also had to wash dishes.

Sadly, I wasn't very good at it. I was slow.

The restaurant needed clean dishes to keep running. So, even though I was slow, I had to keep going.

The owner would tell me to just keep washing.

He often came over to me at the sink, shaking his head and yelling.

He'd say, "Wash the pots first! Why are you washing the plates? We have lots of plates!"

When he got really frustrated, he'd grab the spray nozzle from me and

quickly clean a bunch of pots in just a few minutes.

I got a job as used car salesman.

Apparently, you need zero qualifications to become a used-car salesman."

The car lot manager, Larry, was a sixty-year-old car salesman and a alcoholic. I wouldnt see him for days and then he would come and sell ten Dodge Neons in a week.

I looked up to him as a top-notch car pusher.

I learnt car sales from Larry and soon i became good that i could afford HomeTown Buffet once a week.

and i know one day, if i worked hard and I'd be able to afford Red Lobster.

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It's been three days since I lost the pool key, and now my mom is mad at me. It feels like she has a superpower that keeps her angry without a break whenever I mess up, which is why I try my best to never do anything wrong.

It's like there's a flashing neon sign on my forehead: "HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING KID WHO LOST THE POOL KEY. $50 DOWN THE DRAIN!"

I try to explain to her that Cindy and I put up twenty flyers all over, and I understand that fifty dollars is equivalent to three hundred and fifty tomans in Iran, which is a lot of money to flush down the toilet. That's what it'll feel like if we have to pay the landlady.

"Why don't you check the clothes dryer and all your pockets?" my dad suggests, im filled with hope. I search through all my clothes, inspecting the washer and dryer, even go through the vacuum cleaner bag. I c heck between the sofa cushions and manage to find twelve cents.

But still, no pool key. The following day, my dad suggests praying to Saint Anthony, claiming it always works. "Saint Anthony, you mean?" I ask.

My mom , suggests we ask Saint Anthony to come over and look for the key instead. "He's a saint, so he's been dead for a long time," I tell her. "If you think a dead man is going to help you find the key, good luck," she retorts.

but I decide to pray, and, my prayers are answered when a neighbor finds the key gives it to the apartment office.

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communication is the key. That's the key to a relationship. That's how you build intimacy, through communication. It's very important to talk and listen to your partner so you can both grow as a unit.

but It's just talking and talking and talking. And I was listening to every word 'cause I thought, you know, there was a point. But there's no point. I should've hired an AI for her to talk to. 'Cause there were so many things I just didn't care about. "Should I move this couch or get a new one? I don't know what to do with this room. What do you think?"

It was a psychotic, babbling conveyor belt of nonsense. "I went to get my nails done, but they didn't have the polish I want.

One of the differences was, I learned this from her, raised to ask questions. You have to ask questions like, "Why? How come? How much? That much? Why should I spend that much?" And, , we don't want to ask questions 'cause we don't want any information. "Look, I didn't see nothin', I don't know nothin'.

" So the questions started driving me crazy. It was like falling asleep with a Spanish radio station on.

Why do you think we possess some mysterious knowledge we're keeping from you? We go to see a movie, she's like, "Now, who's that guy?" "Did I write this thing? I came in with you. How the hell do I know who that guy is? What do you want me to do, show up early?

So she leaves, right? It's all over.

I'm sitting in my room for two weeks straight. my roommate says

They don't want you to talk to them. They don't want you to listen to them. They want you to agree with them. And if you don't agree with them, they just keep talking and talking and talking until you do. and then they will say I'm glad we talked about it.'"

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When I was a kid, I had this bright yellow Yamaha YZ80 dirt bike. It was super fast, and I loved riding it around. But my mom hated it.

"Josep, you ride that thing, and I swear to God you’re going to die!" she'd yell at me. And I'd be like, "Mom, it's fine. I'm totally safe." But she wasn't having it.

"What, do you want to die? Is that it? Ha?" she'd say. And I'd respond, "No, Mom, I don't want to die." But then she'd hit me with, "Or maybe you want to kill me from worrying. Yes, that’s it—you want to kill me." And I'd just stand there like, "No, Mom, I don’t want to kill you."

But she wasn't done. "No, no, maybe it’s better if I die anyway. I go to heaven, at least I don’t have to worry anymore. Go ahead, keep riding the motorcycle." And I'd be like, "Fine. Fine! I won’t ride the motorcycle anymore!" But let's be real, I kept riding that motorcycle.

One time, a cop caught me riding the bike without headlights. He was really mad and told me to leave the bike and get in his car. I thought I was in big trouble, preparing myself for the worst—prison, electric chair, death by firing squad—whatever it was. I'm practically begging to go to jail at this point, but no dice.he took me home.

When we got to my house, my mom was freaking out because she thought I was missing. She was yelling at my sisters, too. The cop could hear everything, but he didn't seem to care. He walked me up to the door, and my mom answered, acting all polite.

But as soon as she saw me, she flipped out. She dragged me inside and slammed the door in the cop's face. That was the only time my mom ever hit me, but it wasn't physical. It was all the yelling and arguing that really hurt.

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tranmission

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thingray with horrendous memory vs robot with TOO GOOD a memory. send tweet. helping me remember things and important dates ESPECIALY since i talk out loud to myself very often so theyd overhear me say how i need to remember something (but not write it down. foolishly) and theyd remmeber for me like 'hey did you remember to do x?" and then id be like OH MY GOD THE X.

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forest's whispers summary 2.0 because im a lazy motherfucker and im not writing that multichapter shit (this will be very badly explained i never take my explanations seriously)

for the wonderful @phantom-does-a-thing :3

tw/cw horror , implied gore , themes of death / self harm / sui , derealization

this takes place like during/after ep 99 if you want a timeline ref if you k ow the scene with them sitting by the navy tower i think that happened lmao cant remmeber its been a bit anyways

albatrio pass out, wake up in funky lil forest and are like "lets split up and find shit yk figure out where we are" adn chibo feels drawn to a funny silly path that he goes down! and then theres a lake an he's like "hrmm im thirsty :3" and drinks from it and passes out

wakes up half drowned now in the lake, gets yanked out by the other two, and then has a breakdown (as you do)

and now they go and adventure! but theres something fucked up about the funny forest and every time chibo schleeps we get kuba kinta curse shit but sooo much fucking worse we get several end of 97 vibe scenes where bro is in denial and isnt sure whats real and what isnt (love me some of that shit) all the while the forest is like out to get them theres shit attacking them every so often and chip ends up basically being out of commision really quickly so now its down to jay and gil to fight it off

and during one of these encounters with the very much so alive forest jay goes to defend chibo and basically gets taken (or killed depending on the timeline)

and this is where it diverges between my two timeline ideas

timeline a) gil either rescues jay or gets her out before she can be taken

timeline b) gil doesnt get to her in time and she gets taken (unbeknownst to them shes basically very gorily mauled to death)

both timelines would come to the end of the forest bit shortly after this

timeline a would have chip slowly deteriorating away (atp is puking up plants that fuck up his insides and blood and shit, this stuff also slowly gets worse with the new curse on him alongside the physical effects and injuries he gains) and jay n gil find somewhere where they think they could get him help, he ushers them both away and basically just lets himself die

we get a scene where the other two come back and theres a whole huge grief bit, gil basically is just bonkers as shit now because jesus fucking christ bro just died and they go and find some way to bring him back (not sure what exactly i have ideas tho) and yeah they inevitably bring him back but chibo is very fucked up (very physically damaged and his vocal cords are fucked up from shit lmao)

timeline b, however, is the more fun one

since they didnt get jay, gil goes searching for her and ends up finding her (very gorey) body and just had a breakdown then and there menawhile chip has just decided "im fuckin done i cant do this no more" and basically very violently pukes shit up and kinda claws his own gut open and just has a less peaceful death overall

gil basically had to watch this helplessly because they are frozen in fear and just anguish and now theyre in this tiny little alcove with the gorey bodies of their two best friends and they just go insane and end up just driving their sword through themself because they cant take this no more

so yeah i made that 👍 theres a sequel to timeline a with spittake and grizz but thats another topic for another time

here's my playlist for this au if you want it:

[salsakiyoomi]

eid ul adha mubarak in advance!!! yes, i turn seventeen on july 3rd so yeah... i just started twelfth grade 😭 i don't wanna study 😞😞

i also loved all my phases, and wtv i wrote really helped me get where i am today.... but bts 🤡 um yeah

i wrote a lotta stuff back then. and i think it was around that time i got into editing?? it's not my thing but it was still fun.

and the fact that salsa is typo for sakusa makes it so much more cuter 😭😭😭

and btw i can call you far, right?

oh god, good luck 😭😭 i'll make sure to remmeber your bd!!

there is always that one phase that causes irreversible trauma, i feel you 😭

editing like editing writing or editing as in making edits on tik tok? bcz both are pretty cool in my opinion.

no bcz autorcorrect really hates japanese names, ive had it change dabi into doby, dani and david so now my poor little guy has three personalities and i like calling him david 😭

far yes, it's short for farida <33