#this picture is from last week but it is raining and i am giving myself the solstice present of being cozy

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Three, Crash It

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[two] [three] [four]

Today was the day of my 6th Volleyball game out of 14. It’s a Home game.

Every single game has been attended by Jacob, Quil and Embry. Sometimes Sam and Billy. Bella made it to about two. Clearly needing to do her own thing I understood. If I didn’t understand a sport I wouldn’t want to go either.

She makes me sit with her at lunch still, I got kind of close with Angela. She’s cool. She also comes to games but that’s to take pictures, helping with the yearbook committee.

Bella and I walk out of the house together. I see my bike is gone and remembered I had to give it to Jacob for maintenance. Since he offered I was getting it done for free.

It’s also raining so I’m kind of glad I don’t have to choice to ride it. Sometimes the rain drops hurt like a bitch. I lift my hood up, walking behind Bella as we go down the steps. “Great.” She mutters under her breath.

Charlie pulls in with her truck. “Dad I can drive us to school myself.” As we get closer to the bottomed step she slips and falls on her ass. Tripping due to not watching where I was going I go forward.

“You okay, Bells? [Name]?” Charlie climbs out of the truck, helping Bella up and then the both help me. I ripped a new pair of jeans, hissing in pain from my hands I wipe it on my sweater that’s not so new. Luckily I didn’t bleed at all. “Ice doesn’t help the uncoordinated.” Bella frowns at her own joke.

“Clearly.” I groan.

“That’s why I got you new tires.” Charlie points to the red truck. “The other ones were nearly bald.”

“You got me new tires. No one’s ever don’t that before.” Both Charlie and I look at her confused. “I mean… nothing.”

He glances at me, not getting it but he heads to his cruiser.

“I won’t make it to dinner or the game. I’m heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.” He explains to us.

“An animal?” Bella asks, confused.

“You’re not in Phoenix anymore, honey. They’ve been hunting it for a week with no luck. Thought I’d lend a hand.” He puts it simply. “Be careful.” We say in unison.

“Always am.”

“And thank you for the tires.”

I’d thought by now they wouldn’t be so awkward with each other but I am very wrong. The tension is so thick it couldn’t even be cut with a knife.

Change of pov

Rain was still hitting hard. Eric and Bella walk together into Biology. She brushes off her coat as he talks. “And yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway and they need a guy to help choose the music. So I need your playlist.” Eric explains but before the girl can respond Mike comes up behind her. “Come on, Arizone. Give it up for the rain.” He shakes his wet baseball cap onto Bella’s head.

“Terrific.” She walks away, ignoring them to get to her seat.

She freezes once she notices Edward. She straightens her posture, striding to the shared table confidently. Dropping her books in front of him, ready to address him but instead he looks up at her and speaks.

“Hello.”

She stops, automatically stunned. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen.”

She’s too shocked to respond, she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her. “You’re Bella.” He stares, not questioning.

“I’m… yes.” She finally sits, feeling stupid.

He abruptly moves to the edge of his seat away from her. She’s baffled to say the least, smelling her hair as if she stinks.

“Onion root tip cells! That’s what’s on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right win the golden onion!” Mr. Molina holds up a gold spray painted onion but disappointed by the little to no reaction.

“Come on people, tick tock.”

Everyone gets to work. Edward pushes the microscope towards Bella, still keeping a distance.

“Ladies first.” She grabs it defensively and snaps the first slide in, adjusting the lens. “You’ve been gone.”

“Out of town. Personal reasons.” He was curt like her, short with his answers.

“Prophase.” She says, going to remove the slide. “May I look?” She slides the scope to him, he looks into it. “Prophase.”

“Like I said.”

He writes it down on the work sheet. He takes a deep breath, turning to her. “Enjoying the rain?”

“Seriously? You’re asking me about the weather?” She seems offended. “It appears.”

“No, unlike my sister I don’t like the cold, or the wet. Or the grey. Or the parkas. Or the turtlenecks.”

There was a small smile that played on his lips.

He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. He studies her like her sister did to him days ago. But she can’t tell if he despises her or not. “What?”

He shakes his head and turns to the microscope, switching out the slides. She continues to stare at him, appreciating his evident beauty. His cheekbones to his lips.

“Anaphase.” She snaps out of her daze to go back to giving a dry look.

“May I?” She mocks him for before, looking into the lens.

“Anaphase.”

“Like I said.”

They change the slide.

“If you hate the cold and rain, why move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?” He quizzes her.

“It’s complicated.” Simple answer, but he’s intrigued so he pushes.

“I think I can keep up.” She looks at him quickly then looking away back at the scope. He seems to be paying attention very intently.

“My mother remarried.” Another simple response.

“Very complex. So you don’t like him.” A statement, he doesn’t question himself.

“Phil is fine. Young for her but nice enough.” She tells. “Interphase.”

At the end of school she’s still holding the golden onion. She bumps into Edward on accident. “Why didn’t you stay with your mom and step dad? Or your sister?” He waits patiently for her to say something, studying her like before.

“Alright, Phil’s a minor league baseball player, so he travels a lot. My mother stayed home with me and [Name] but it made her unhappy. And my sister has always been a daddy’s girl. So I decided to spend time with my father too.” She explains everything. “But now you’re unhappy.” He states himself again.

“No I… I just.” She turns away, embarrassed.

Back to You

At the end of the day I stood beside Angela and Jessica. Since our game was today I don’t see a point in going all the way home just to come back to the school.

I watch my sister head for her truck, shivering. Once she got there she looked back, making little eye contact with me and then staring at the Cullens. More specifically, Edward? I think that’s his name if I’m remembering correctly.

Their eyes met then there was a loud screech only getting louder by the second. A van skids out of control, heading right for my older sister.

I felt frozen for a second, running over there immediately. The van comes to a complete stop after spinning out. Like something forcefully stopped it. I didn’t see anything as it had happened so fast. The van had only hit the back of the truck, leaving a dent that was definitely noticeable to the eye.

After milliseconds everyone went berserk, roaring into screams of trying to get help, calling 911.

Mike and Eric yell if she’s okay, I watched Edward who was once at his Volvo now leaving the scene. Wanting to ask him what happened I shake my head, pushing the two boys out of my way. “Bells, Bella?!” I cried out, falling down to her level, feeling the pain in my knees from earlier but ignoring it. I took her into my arms as she was obviously in shock.

I ended up driving her and the boy who crashed into her, Tyler a ride to the hospital.

I told him to shut up on our way there. Even sitting in the room as they got checked up on I sat there glaring at him.

Minutes later, Charlie rushes in. “Bells, are you alright?“

“I’m fine dad, calm down.” She assures gun but it’s not enough. “I’m so sorry Bella. I tried to stop.” Tyler apologizes.

“It’s okay Tyler.” Bella tells him and I scoff. “It sure as hell is not okay.” Charlie says, I nod agreeing. “Dad it’s not his fault.”

“We nearly lost you.”

“But you didn’t.” She says, I pull her into a hug since Dad is glaring at Tyler like I once was. “You can kiss your license goodbye.” He sternly tells the boy and I watch his body falter.

I notice Dr. Cullen approach us and if I didn’t know anything I would’ve thought he was a movie star. I didn’t pay Trenton to what they were talking about. I focused on his face, observing him as he talked. Just like I did with his foster kids. Then I heard Tyler apologizing once again, since I was closest I closed the curtain getting a fist bump from my dad.

“It would’ve been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.” Bella says ignoring dad and I’s antics.

“Edward? Your boy?” Charlie asks only to not get a response.

Dr. Cullen adverts his eyes, I watch Bella press. I’m guessing she knew something that was making him uncomfortable. “It was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”

The blonde man smiles.

“As long as you’re safe.”

We leave the treatment area. “I just have to sign some paperwork. You better call your mom.” He points to Bella.

“You told her?! She’s probably freaking out!” He just shrugs and walks off.

She pulls her phone out and I laugh, earning an eye roll. Then we both look down the hall, hearing an argument. “Stay here.” She orders as if I was so much younger than her. She gets a little closer to whatever was happening.

Not meaning to but the curiosity getting the best of me I do the same thing.

“This isn’t about you. It’s about all of us.” It was Rosalie. I raise an eyebrow but Dr. Cullen definitely saw Bella, taking Rosalie inside his office.

I sit for a moment, but I see Bella talking to Edward so I just walk the other way, pulling out my phone as I felt it vibrating.

It’s Jacob calling, shit.

I answered it quickly. I forgot all about my Volleyball game that’s in… 35 minutes.

“Hello?” I spoke to,

“Hey, where are you? Are you okay? I heard something about an accident with you and Bella?” He freaks out, i why shush him trying to calm him down.

“Hey, everything is fine. No damage was done. Bella was apart if it but no scratches, just a bump on the head. I’m sorry I should’ve called.” I told him, hugging my self with my open arm.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re both okay, I’m glad shes okay.” He sighs like he had just been holding in a long breath.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is good. I’m just going to keep watch on Bella for a little. Could you let my coach know what happened. I’m sure she knows but y’know?”

“Totally understand, I will let her know. Call me later tonight?” He sounded hopeful and I smile to myself.

“Of course, I’ll call around 9.” I say

“Can’t wait…”

“Knock it off.”

I was going to ask what he meant by that but I hear the other guys in the background and I laugh.

I hung up, not seeing Bella come up to me, she grabbed my shoulder causing me to jump and almost drop my phone.

“Who was that?”

“Jacob. He asked if we were okay since he went to my game as usual. Seeing I wasn’t there freaked him out.” I take a deep breath through my nose.

“I completely forgot about that. We can still make it.” She says in a hurried tone but I shake my head.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play anyway. There’s no point.” I laugh, putting a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry.” She frowns.

“No need, you should call mom though.”

She whines to herself, pulling her phone out again.

Charlie walks out and we go outside. I drove the truck home.

Later that night I call Jacob like I told him I would. He tells me about the game since they stayed due to Quil wanting to.

“It would’ve been a better game with you for sure.” He says and I could hear the smile.

“I know, I’m just so amazing.” I brag, playing with my tongue piercing as I hear his laugh.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have boasted your ego.”

“What ego?” I jokingly say.

I look over to my clock, seeing the time and it was already 11:30.

I was surprised Charlie hadn’t come and told me to go to bed.

“Ah, we should go to bed.” I start to say, I heard a small thump from Bella’s room upstairs and I stood up carefully strutting towards the door.

“[Name]?” Jacob calls, I snap out of whatever trance I was in. Not hearing anything else from Bella’s room so I go back to my bed.

“Sorry I got distracted. Goodnight, Jake.” My voice was a little raspy from being tired.

“Goodnight.” He ends up hanging up the phone and I lay back in my bed.

Thinking about everything that happened today.

Chapter three, edited.

[metallicaislife]

Overworked

Requested by: @dallysnecklace

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1,610

Warnings: Feelings of self-doubt, depressive behavior, anxiety

“Hey babe! It’s me, Kirk. You rushed off after the photoshoot today so I wanted to check in with you since I didn’t get to talk to you after. Maybe we could get dinner and hang out. Call me back, love you. Bye.” The machine beeped after playing the message. I deleted it.

I just got home from one of my other photography gigs. I primarily work for Metallica, but I take pictures for other bands as well. It can get a little hectic, and honestly I’m starting to feel burnt out. I don’t know if I can keep up with the rigorous schedule I’ve been keeping. Feeling absolutely empty I decided I wouldn’t call Kirk back. I laid in bed, not even having the energy to change my clothes. Photography is my entire life, what if I’m not cut out for it though? There are so many others who would kill for the job I have, and here I am not able to manage it. What an absolute failure. I began crying as I spiraled.

I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until the phone started ringing. I looked at my alarm clock, it was 2PM. I must have slept through the night and well into the next day. I didn’t bother getting up to answer it. 

“I’m not available right now, leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” 

“Hey, it’s me, Kirk, again. You didn’t get back to me last night. What are you up to today? The guys and I are getting ready to go out to eat. Do you want to come with us? Please call me back, even if you don’t want to go. I just want to hear your voice and know you’re okay. All right, love you, bye.” Kirk’s voice came over the voicemail machine. 

I sighed and curled up further beneath my blankets. The beeping of the machine indicating I had a message was bothering me, so I forced myself to get up. I deleted the message and took the phone off the receiver. I made myself take a shower then curled up in my bed again drifting off into a dreamless sleep. 

-

“Hey Peter, have you heard from Y/N?” I asked as I approached our manager. He looked up from his paper. 

“No, she isn’t scheduled for another shoot with you guys until next week.” He replied and turned his attention back to his paperwork. 

“Oh, okay, thank you.” I said and sulked away. 

Since I met Y/N, we didn’t go long periods of time without talking to one another. I haven’t seen or heard from her since our last photoshoot. When I try calling, it gives the busy tone now and I’m getting worried, but if she doesn’t want to see me, I don’t want to bother her. 

I ran into the house to avoid getting drenched by the rain. Cliff was with Lars and James in the living room. 

“Hey.” I greeted them and sat on the couch. 

“Where is Y/N?” Lars asked. 

“I don’t know, I haven’t been able to get a hold of her for the past couple days.” I said folding my arms feeling uneasy. 

“Still?” Cliff asked, a worried expression on his face. 

“Yeah.” I sighed. 

“I wonder what’s going on.” James said thoughtfully. 

“She knows she can come to us if there is something wrong.” Lars added. 

“We should go out and look for her.” Cliff suggested. 

My heart warmed seeing my friends band together, worried about my girlfriend. 

“I’ll go to her place, but you guys really don’t have to go out.” I said standing up to get my jacket. 

“Of course we do, she’s one of us.” James said. 

Just as I was going to open the door, there was a soft knock. I flung it open and my heart broke. 

Y/N stood in front of me. She was drenched from head to toe. Her eyes were red and puffy. 

“Are you okay?” I asked her. Her bottom lip wobbled as fresh tears fell down her cheeks. I reached out, pulling her into my arms. 

“Stop, I don’t want to get you wet.” She wailed. 

“I don’t care.” I said holding her tightly. She continued to cry. The guys stood around, they looked sad at the sight. 

“My mom’s making dinner tonight. Let’s go.” Cliff said. James and Lars followed him out, closing the door. I know they were relieved to see her, but I was grateful they were giving us space. I continued holding her until her sobs softened. I pulled away and grabbed her hand taking her to my room. I handed her some clothes to change into. 

“Go take a hot shower. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” I told her, she nodded and started off for the bathroom. She paused and turned back to me. 

“Will you hold me after?” She asked, her voice was croaky.. I stepped closer to her and kissed her forehead. 

“Of course.” I said. She went into the bathroom, closing the door. 

I went to the kitchen and made her a cup of herbal tea. She didn’t take too long and I met her in my bedroom. She handed me her clothes and I put them in the washing machine. She sipped on her tea as she sat on the edge of my bed. Her eyes still rimmed red. She placed the cup on my bedside table and scooted back on the bed. I laid next to her pulling her into my arms. 

“Where were you?” I asked petting her hair. 

“Home.” She replied softly. 

“What’s going on? I was really worried about you.” I asked rubbing soft circles on her back. 

“I’m sorry I disappeared. I’ve been so overwhelmed with work, I feel so burnt out. I didn’t want to disappoint you because you’re not just my boyfriend, you’re also my client.” She said, I gave her a squeeze.

“Girlfriend first, photographer second, okay? What’s overwhelming?” She buried her face in my chest. 

“It’s not you guys at all, that’s my favorite part.” She whispered, then pulled away to look up at me. “It’s rushing from gig to gig, worried I’ll be late. I think I’ve overbooked myself.” She said, “but if I don’t have the work, I don’t get paid and I can’t afford to cut back.” Her brow furrowed. I rubbed the lines in between her eyebrows. 

“What can I do to help relieve your stress?” I asked her. She thought for a few minutes. 

“I really don’t know.” She shrugged, looking a bit frustrated. 

“Well, what if we talk to Peter? See about making you Metallica exclusive. Then you don’t have to worry about the other gigs.” I offered. 

“What if I just wasn’t meant for this kind of work.” She said, tears filled her eyes. I wiped them as they fell.

“You have to do what’s best for you. And whatever that is, I’ll support you. I know the guys will too. We don’t have to figure it out right now.” I told her, bringing her back into my embrace. She nuzzled her face in my chest. 

“Can I just spend the next couple days with you and the guys?” She asked. 

“Of course.” I said and kissed the top of her head. She drifted off to sleep, I did as well soon after comforted by her breathing and steady heartbeat. 

-

As I came to, I was really toasty. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets and Kirk’s arms. He was snoring softly. I carefully got out of bed not waking him up. I went to the bathroom then made my way to the living room unable to sleep anymore. Cliff was sitting on the couch, he looked up and smiled, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“There’s our girl.” He stood up putting his cigarette in the ashtray, and opened his arms. I wrapped my arms around his middle as he engulfed me in a hug. We sat on the couch. Lars wandered in and without any words hugged my head. I laughed, and pushed him back a bit so I could stand and give him a proper hug. 

“Saving the best for last?” James grinned as he came in. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I teased as he gave me a bear hug. Kirk came sprinting in. 

“Oh good, you’re still here.” He said putting his hand over his heart. I frowned. I feel bad I had made him feel that way. I hugged him tightly. He kissed the top of my head. 

I sat on the couch in between Cliff and Kirk. 

“I’m sorry I went radio silent for a few days. Next time if I need space, I’ll give you a heads up.” I said looking down at my hands. Kirk reached over and interlocked his fingers with mine. 

“As long as you’re safe, that’s all we care about.” Lars said. 

“Are you okay?” James asked. 

I relayed to them what I told Kirk last night. 

“All I have to say is I appreciate you letting me be me in your photos.” Cliff said. I laughed knowing he was a photographer's nightmare since he hated posing properly for pictures. “But you have to do what’s best for you. You’ve always got us in your corner.” He said. Tears pricked my eyes, they weren’t the ones of sadness and frustration I’d been shedding over the past few days. My heart was warm knowing I had a loving boyfriend and sweet friends who truly cared about me. 

No matter what I decided, I knew they’d have my back

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[olsenmyolsen]

Once Before

master list

dark master list

(WandaNat)

Summary: After a mistake, Wanda stops by her old place with her- Natasha, where old memories are brought up.

Word Count: 1.1K

Content: Feelings, Memories, Implied Cheating, Hurt Little Comfort, Yelena Mentioned

Wanda Maximoff walked into Natasha Romanoff's apartment as the rain pattered against the New York apartment window.

The clouds outside matched the mood in the room.

Grey.

Wanda swallowed as the redhead closed the door behind the two. Silence building and building as Wanda dragged her feet to the pile of boxes and bags on the dining room table. Things Natasha took care of over the last couple of days.

"That's the last of it," Natasha spoke up, her voice still sore from the screams of hurt.

Wanda didn't turn around. Instead, she nodded and said: "okay." with a broken voice.

She walked up to the box on top. She should pick it up and start moving things down to the car, waiting with her brother downstairs, but instead, she opens the cardboard flaps and feels her heart sink.

It's a movie ticket from their first date. Underneath that are more pictures along with a copy of the receipt for the burger place that closed two years ago.

Wanda is too busy thinking about what was that minutes ago by, and she doesn't hear Natasha shuffle her feet closer until she's looking over Wanda's shoulder. Silent for a moment until Wanda's hands bush up against an old postcard she received when Natasha was on a mission in Morocco.

"I didn't see that earlier..." Natasha quietly speaks up, making Wanda jump slightly before she pulls out the postcard. "I missed our four-month anniversary while on that mission."

Wanda nods. She remembers it.

She remembers how Natasha called once the clock struck midnight. Even on a mission, she was precise. The postcard was just a bonus.

Wanda flips it over.

"Hey Wands,

I've never done this before, but I haven't done a lot that I end up doing with you. I saw this in a movie once, so I hope you like this. I won't mail it. I'll just give it to you when I return from the mission.

I miss you.

P.S.: Can we cuddle when I come back? (Please don't show this to anyone.)"

Wanda's eyes sting as she drops the postcard back into the box.

She shuts her eyes... she hates herself.

Slowly, Wanda turns her face to Natasha, who is standing next to her. The redhead has her eyes full of water. "Natasha-"

Natasha shakes her head, stopping Wanda. A tear slips and falls from her face when she starts speaking. "Please just grab your things and go." The words hurt Natasha just as much as Wanda.

Yet Wanda doesn't move away. She moves her body closer to Natasha.

Natasha freezes up as Wanda reaches out to grab her hand. "Natasha, I'm sorry... I truly am. I never meant for it to happen." Tears fall down her face, and the same happens to Natasha.

Natasha moves her head slightly. Green eyes find each other. Both wishing this moment would never happen.

She could feel herself slipping. She wants what they had weeks ago back more than anything, but she needs to remain strong. So, as it kills her, Natasha pulls her hand out of Wanda's.

"Please... please grab your things and go."

"I didn't mean for it to happen," Wanda says again in a last-ditch effort to stay in Natasha's presence just a little bit longer.

"But it still happened." Natasha's lips quiver. The sight of that makes Wanda feel more guilty than the thoughts of the other person's body pressed against her. "I let you in..." Natasha takes a staggered breath as she can't stop crying, but she needs to tell Wanda what her heart is saying. "I gave you more of myself than I knew I had."

Wanda wipes her tears before they reach her own lips.

"I thought you loved me."

"I do love you," Wanda argues back.

Natasha can't bear to hear it, whether it's true or not. "You can't say that! You slept with someone else. You can't say that love me." Natasha raises her voice before she finally breaks.

She covers her face with her hands.

She continues to cry.

Wanda cries with her, but through her eyes, she knows they will never return what they had. They will never be together again. Wanda moves her body to Natasha's and places her hands around Natasha's wrist.

Natasha lets her, and as slow as ever, Natasha's red face is revealed to Wanda for the last time.

Wanda catches her breath as Natasha looks into Wanda's emerald eyes.

"I'm sorry. I am. I hurt you and gave what should've been only for you to someone else. I'll never forgive myself. I don't know why I did it. But..." Wanda catches her breath again through her choking tears. "You deserve more. Someone will bring you happiness after me. I loved and will always love you. Believe it or not. But it's true, Natasha."

Natasha looked at Wanda's eyes, and just like weeks ago, when she asked Wanda a question no one ever wants to ask their partner, she saw the truth in Wanda's eyes.

Wanda was sorry.

Wanda did love her.

Wanda would always love her.

But today was the end of them—the end of a chapter.

"I loved you," Natasha says quietly. Wanda nods. "I know Natasha. I know." Natasha stares into Wanda's eyes before shutting them and turning away from her. She wipes her eyes and does her best to regulate her emotions before she moves towards her coat on the hook.

Wanda watches as Natasha starts putting on her coat and boots.

"Just leave the key on the counter. I'll be back in an hour..."

Natasha stops as she hears soft sobs continue behind her. She glances behind her. "Wanda... please be gone by then."

Wanda nods and watches Natasha fight with herself to stay before she closes the door and leaves.

Pietro doesn't say anything when Wanda brings the last box down to the car. Instead, he holds the door open for his sister and closes it once she settles in.

As he looks both left and right before running to his side of the car on the city's busy streets, his eyes catch Natasha across the street.

The two of them share a solemn look before Pietro opens his car door and drives his sister away.

Six months from now, when Wanda walks by the apartment building, she'll look at the call box and find Natasha's name gone.

Three years from that point, she won't know about Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill's wedding.

She won't know about their cat Liho or their struggles with human adoption for years. 

She won't know about Yelena's battle with breast cancer.

Wanda won't know about any of that until she receives a postcard from Natasha.

"Hey Wands,

I've only done this once before...

dividers by @/benkeibear

[bengiyo]

I Feel You Linger in the Air Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Jom and Yai began their romance officially, and we saw further evidence that Jom's drawings are connected to the time travel or dimension hopping experience. Yai took Jom to a gay speakeasy, where James came out and expressed his attraction to Jom. Yai got jealous and turned a bit petty with Jom for a bit. However, the two had a beautiful moment where they agreed to try this. I really hope James doesn't betray us, because I liked him encouraging Yai to step up for Jom. We also confirmed that Euangphueng and Maey intentionally brought Fong Kaew to the house to distract Robert, and that Robert may be involved in the fire that killed Fong Kaew's dad and scarred her mother.

I am glad I saw a post earlier giving context that the poor women being murdered here are based on real people. Tee always has something to say about the real dangers queer people face in their lives, and it's a tense warning at the beginning of this relationship between Jom and Yai.

Unsurprisingly, the parents are anti-gay as their two queer kids suffer in front of them.

I already know this party is going to involve pairing Yai with a girl as a way to further secure the dad's power.

At least Jom has some sense.

Yai basically described what Fong Kaew is going through with this short story.

There goes Lamyai clocking them, and she's a gossip.

I have thoughts about them introducing Nuey last week, who cannot hide themselves, and Yai now being unable to do so now that he's connected with someone.

It's a good thing that Jom stood up for Prik. He has an ally who also cares about Yai to tell Lamyai to hush.

I find myself worrying about windows and sightlines a lot this episode. Euangphueng and Maey are having a moment and I'm worried that someone will see or hear.

I suspected that Maey has survived some horrible things, and this is as horrible as some of the things I imagined.

One of the things this show is getting right about existing under homophobic is the constant sense of surveillance hovering over you. Robert represents that so clearly.

Oh, sensual oils. This is promising.

This use of both mirrors with Jom out of focus is driving me insane.

Big fan of the little bit of stubble they keep showing on Yai.

Jom was loyal to Ohm. It's probably been a while since he was intimate with someone.

Intercutting the massage with Jom masturbating is one of the most erotic things I've seen that wasn't overly sex since ITSAY episode 3. The way this was shot and scored clearly indicates that they both came, or at least Yai was close.

As much as I like seeing Nonkul and Bright do sensual things as their characters, we gotta get Jom out of here. He comes from an era where he isn't a slave.

Guide is absolutely crushing this role as Ming. He has built incredible chemistry with Nonkul.

There's something private about the way Nonkul smiles that draws me in every time. Bright has a similar thing with his brows.

Yai is running around making mistakes while Lamyai is running around righteous.

And now Uncle Dech caught them, and immediately went to Yai's dad.

Even Ming, the fan favorite, is struggling with his friend being queer.

Oh, Ming, don't confess when you're drunk.

And there's the pairing Yai with a girl part of the party I expected.

Now why the hell are Euangphueng and Maey running off now? I'm gonna need all of the gays to get it together.

Absolutely obsessed with the possibility that there is a picture of Jom that survived to the modern era.

Yai, my dude, you cannot abandon the heteronormative rituals so publicly like this if you want to protect Jom.

Thinking about O'Shae Sibley, who was killed for voguing as these two dance outside.

I am not immune to BL fantasy sequences involving dances.

Why...are we rapping?? What in the Marty McFly is happening?

I am not immune to boys making out in the rain.

Okay, that horny want in Yai's face, and Jom nodding yes? They are about to fuck for sure. This is about to go south so quickly.

Yep, gay turmoil begins next week, but we may get some nice love scenes first.

That was a fantastic episode. They really balanced the danger of being outed with the inherent need to connect that bubbles over in all of us. I felt the fear for everyone's safety, but I actually really like how badly everyone was hiding this week. That's basically the point. You can't win. The only way to be safe in the closet is to be perfectly quiet and alone. You cannot have anyone if you want to be undiscovered. Two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead. Like Nuey last week, Yai and Jom cannot hide. There's no amount of careful that can hide the warm feelings between two people. This was perfectly executed.

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME JACK'S MANNEQUIN / EVERYTHING IN TRANSIT

what's a girl to do with friends like this?

she let me drive her car so i can score an eighth.

my hair is growing long.

we can live like this.

if you left it up to me, every day would be a holiday from real.

we'd waste our weeks beneath the sun.

we'd fry our brains.

it's so much fun out here.

i'll come back for another year.

the rents are high and [city]'s easy.

it's a picture of perfection.

you sure look fine.

you wore my favorite sweater.

being poor was never better.

let's screw this one up right.

that's when i spend the most time thinking about what i've given up.

this is a warning.

i'm writing you a symphony of sound.

this mix could burn a hole in anyone.

it was you i was thinking of.

i read your letter.

you said you meant it.

there's a piece of me in every single second of every single day.

tell me how it got this way.

i can't get to you.

this is my mixed tape for her.

it's like i wrote every note with my own fingers.

i had to give you away.

sometimes perfection can be perfect hell.

i swear i didn't mean for it to feel like this.

every inch of me is bruised.

can you make this last?

i am finally waking up.

you haven't shown your face here since the bad news.

i'm unraveling with every word you say.

just think of all the thoughts wasted on you.

all i taste is blood between my teeth.

i'm ready, so don't stop.

i am aware i've been misled.

i disconnect my heart, my head.

when did society decide that we had to change and wash a t-shirt after every individual use?

i need caffeine in my blood stream.

my life has become a boring pop song.

i'm done.

the ending got twisted around.

i've got friends who will help me pull through.

i'm dulling the day with a drink.

i'm far too unstable to settle.

i don't know what you could possibly expect under this condition.

this night's a perfect shade of dark blue.

have you ever been alone in a crowded room?

the world could be burning down.

this flood is slowly rising up and swallowing the ground beneath my feet.

tell me how anybody thinks under this condition.

as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down.

now all i can see are the planets in a row.

we were boxing the stars.

finally i'm letting go of all my downer thoughts.

in no time there'll be one less sad robot looking for a chance to be something more than just metal.

she's so good.

she's no good for me.

why treat him like he's dead?

i've found someone to dull this lonely scene.

it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be.

i would never lie to you.

whatcha sad for?

this hurts like hell.

i had that dream again where i was lost for good in outer space.

tell me how to shake a waking nightmare that is only worse when i am sleeping.

i am losing feeling.

i'd prefer not to be rescued.

i'm following myself just this once.

i'm finally numb.

say you'll miss me.

i'm sweating out excuses that would make your stomach turn.

we filled our cups and lit one up.

maybe we were made for each other.

is it possible for the world to look this way forever?

i didn't realize i'd gona crazy.

i didn't catch my bloody nose or that my heart tried to explode.

some people never change at all.

we're still the same impulsive drunks we were when we were small.

someone get this man to a hospital.

you can breathe.

the rain's the rain.

i deconstruct my thoughts.

this fishbowl life is all they need.

i'm slipping into the airwaves.

the static's where you'll find me.

the gold-soaked afternoon comes slow.

something's not so right inside.

don't panic, there simply is no need.

[writingsofanomnivore]

How you get the gir- - Atsumu Miya x Fem! Reader

Warnings ; none. a bit of angst to fluff.

Maybe a bit ooc atsumu since I'm rather new. Mediocre writing.

Well. Break ups are certainly a thing. Especially after being dumped. Dumped by someone who promised you many things. Dumped by someone whom you shared so many memories with.

Dates at parks after skipping practices. Ice skating on weekends. Trips to malls just because. Pictures in frames with kisses on cheeks.

Now all that is left are well hidden boxes in the garage full of what was and never will be.

Life continues and moves on just like the never stopping tick of the clock and it's time to get over it. 6 months and you need to move on and get going. Just like that yellow haired volleyball player who got on with his life after breaking that very heart which mended his. And for what? you'll never know.

I can still remember it. A normal Tuesday evening. Meeting at that café on your way home and his way back from practice. What you thought would be just catching up on how Suna recorded yet another video of him wishing you good bye. Or 'Samu's new recipe which he packed for lunch. But here you were, getting off your car and entering the café. Seeing that yellow blob of hair checking his phone every minute and looking out the clear window. Warily making your way to the table and pulling a chair you sat down.

"We need to break-up."

Ahh. Here goes every rational thought out the window. "Are you serious Atsumu? Is this some prank? April fools was last month."

"No y/n. I'm sorry I have to go"

Begging him to stay. To stay and at least give you an explanation. All was for vain. Not getting any, you let your tears be your only friend.

And now you've improved. At least that's what you tell yourself. 6 months are certainly enough to forget someone right? Even the one whom you would want to spend your forever with? Meeting friends and trying out new stuff. From meditating to trying to bake but there was always a little space. Everywhere you go, there's always one thing which screams his name. Now only praying to God that someday this will be over. What was golden is now stained in blues and greys.

This too was supposed to be a normal Wednesday. Back from home. Rain pouring at 6 pm and busy with some pending office work with a cup of coffee. So, when the bell rang. You thought it would be the groceries you ordered earlier today. Though it was not supposed to come till tomorrow you didn't think much and got up.

What you didn't expect was the yellow haired volleyball player, soaking in the rain. As much as you didn't want to look into those very eyes which looked into your's and those fake promises were made, involuntarily it met those dark brown honey coloured eyes with that emotion you buried deep somewhere you forgot.

"Have you lost your mind Miya?What the heck are you-"

A thrust of a bouquet of fresh red roses and a soggy wrapper stopped you. Taking it into you grasp, you held it tight.

"Look, I'm sorry Y/n. I really am. I don't know what took over me. These 6 months have been nothing but torture. I don't know what took over me. What made me do that. It was just so so stupid of me. I'm so sorry. I know I've done a terrible thing. I will never forget myself for this. I know this is just so abrupt. Just so out of the flow, just such a big hindrance to a normal day but- but that's what made us. It was those sudden plans I pulled you into. Your annoyed mood at missing the comfort of your only to be yelling on the roller coaster. Blushing red face after running away from a dog. A dog I irritated. I'm ready to wait. As long as it takes you. Days, weeks, months or even years as long as I end up with you. I want you for worse or better. No matter what the consequences. I'll put the very heart I broke. Only if you let me"

And here you- you were speechless. Bowing you head down and looking at the red roses he just brought. Looking up into his eyes, all sadness, all pain, all work just seemed to float away.

This poin of time. Never being one to hug someone. You lunged forward. Wet t-shirt sticking on to you. A very shaky arm pulling you closer. Nervous as if you will pull away anytime soon. But you didn't. You never will. Even if you won't get back together at this moment. You're ready to wait. To wait for the boundary you built, crashing down because now you have him again. The yellow haired lover of yours back with you. Back in your arms, never wanting to let go.

[diskmess]

The Breeders - Pod

I’m going to have to be honest about some pieces of myself that are not endearing. This is going to take some time. A long time. I know you can’t wait forever. None of us can. For now, let’s start with two recent occurrences:

I forgot a close friend’s birthday. I have crunched some numbers and determined that there are approximately three hundred and twenty-one adequate excuses I could give you, but they do not interest you now, and they will not interest you tomorrow or in two weeks, and one hundred moons after my last bone becomes indistinguishable from the planet’s crust you will no longer have the faculties to care. I forgot. That’s it.

When I heard of Steve Albini’s sudden passing, I immediately looked up his discography. I pointed at all the albums I knew and failed to take note of the ones I didn’t. Pictured below is one of the albums I pointed at. 

THE DISCOVERY:

I’d been seeing the same vinyl of The Breeders’ debut album at one of my local record stores for three consecutive weeks. I’d appreciate its largeness and jaw-flooring low price for about as many seconds as it cost dollars. Then, I would say something terrible:

“Next time, if it’s still here.”

When I forgot my friend’s birthday, I realized I needed to buy that record. I knew she didn’t have it. I even had a dream about giving it to her: bowing myself in half, head down in deep apology, I presented the record like cartoon butlers present fine cuisine. Surely, it was a prophetic dream. I rushed out there one bleak Monday before work. I got there an hour before they opened. I needed to kill time. I puttered my dying car over to the nearby Wal-Mart, which ended up taking half an hour due to a malfunctioning traffic light. I listened to The Breeders’ Pod while inching forward every thirty seconds or so. 

I escaped Car Jail and looked at bad DVD covers for about twenty minutes. I had my legs carry me back to the parking lot, shuffling my mass underneath the uneven rays of an indecisive sun. It rained. The sun beamed. It rained. The man parked in front of me stared me down as I killed time by filling it with my phone. I tried not to see him.

When I arrived at the record store, the record was gone. 

THE EXPLORATION:

(and that’s hot — )

Most of my days are spent roasting in boxes. I drive dangerously close to half-asleep in a large red oven. My ass plasters itself to the seat. Fans blast barely conditioned air into my twitching eyelids. When I roll down the windows, I can almost stop myself from becoming a sweat factory. When I roll down the windows I make myself vulnerable to 100,000 small imaginary knives, pointing in at me from all the Out There’s commotion. I turn up the radio so I can hear it over the air whooshing. The radio announcer speaks: 

Yesterday, at age sixty-one, we lost Steve Albini. A new Shellac record is set to release in just over a week — he was not planning to die.

I get something down on my chest. 

They play three songs he produced and I’m staring out at the parking lot. Time, which never stops moving, is something we are tasked with filling. Once it is filled, it passes. I have never witnessed something so harrowing as a totally empty hour, thank God, but I know I’ve gotten close. Some days I am dragged along an energetic river full of places and memories. Without even a single thought I am washed over many would-be destinations whose towering landmarks turn to fractions of particles of dust. Other days, I direct its flow:  

“still rolling in the stones run to the log that's rotten and — “

Someday, on a day like any other day, that’ll be it. I will be filling time by making plans to fill some other time with some kind of Goodness. I won’t be thinking about it. And that’ll be it — where I lay, everything I ever gave the gift of motion will be hung upon the world. When it hangs, anyone can choose to bear it. I always choose to bear it on those days where I direct the river’s flow, and I always wake up screaming when the bumps of some beautiful place disturb my lifelong car nap. I catch it blurry in the rearview and start pounding the windows. Oh! Oh God turn around, what was that, what happened, why didn’t you tell me, how could I have been sleeping, where are we going,

And that’s it. Next time, pour water on me ‘til I live again: I promise I won’t forget. Slash my tires if I forget. Make me stay right Here. Make me sponge up every piece of every place I’ve ever passed and make me give it back to the world while the river still drags me along. Let me use its flow to carry these pieces to elsewhere and some other time. Don’t let me be dragged along until That’s It. Don’t let me drop everything there.

[goosegirl94]

Myslyvets Return to Nevermore

Chapter 1 A Fresh Start

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The sound of rain drops hitting the tin roof was the kind of calming sound I needed today day. The day I received my letter from Nevermore Academy. Nevermore Academy, the school for outcasts, freaks and monsters. The large N embalmed on the front of the envelope gave me an unsettling feeling. Why? Why did it make me feel so anxious after so many years? And I haven’t even open it yet.

Dear Mrs. Myslyvets

We invite you back to Nevermore Academy for a chance for a career. We offer you a position as a teacher for Monster Biology as well as the head of security.   

We are sure that you have heard of the recent attack on our school and students. We want to make sure such an event never happens again.

We believe with your knowledge and skills you would be a perfect fit for Nevermore to teach and keep our school and it’s students safe.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Nevermore

Huh… well at least it was short and sweet. I wonder how Nevermore knew how to find me. Though I suppose a school like Nevermore keeps track on their students past and present. I wonder what mom and dad would think about this? It’s been years since I've had any contact with them. Is this even a good idea? I guess this would be a good way for me to move on and have something stable in my life?… maybe a few glasses of wine will help.

Two days later Ainslye had managed to find an old high school picture of her being held by another girl in their Nevermore uniforms. That was the day Ainsleys life really started. Maybe going back to Nevermore will start her life again?

“We are delighted that you have accepted our request and invitation Mrs. Myslyvets. Although you didn’t need to come all the way here to state your acceptance. Your families punctuality is as humbling as ever”.

“Thank you but I haven't spoken to my family in years now so...”

“A-ah I see well we thank you again. Our grounds keeper will show you to your room and classroom.”

“That’s ok I can find my way. Just give me the room numbers and I can go from there.”

“Very well then. The new semester will be starting in a week.”

“Thank you. And thank you for such an offer. I’m looking forward to a new start here at Nevermore.”

Stepping through the school brought back many memories. It took no time for the nostalgia to kick in. Walking past the quad, seeing the damage that hadn’t been tended to just yet, Nevermore always had this feeling like the school was indestructible.

“Mrs. Mysylvets! Mrs. Mysylvets! Here are all the students files. The ones with a tag are the ones that will be attending your classes for the semester. You should know, one of your students is an Addams. Wednesday Addams.”

Anisley gave a coy smile, “She gave this place a run for it’s money didn’t she? Even a school like this couldn’t handle her.”

It didn’t take long for Ainsley to find her room. She didn’t bother with settling in and went straight to reading the student files. Not like Ainsley had a lot to unpack. It had been easy living as a minimalist after moving from hotel to motel for job to job. Ainsley saved Wednesday's file for last. The students that were part of the Crackstone attack got a tag on them as well. It seemed that they were also all in her class.

It was clear that Wednesday had suffered the most from the attack. Hit in the head with a shovel, being handcuffed, a hand sliced open then burned, and stabbed?! All to bring back Crackstone to have him reek havoc to the students at Nevermore to later be attacked and almost killed by a Hyde, then saved by a cretin werewolf, Enid Senclair. I am not at all surprised that Wednesday got herself caught up in all of this but, I am surprised that someone liked Wednesday enough to save her life. It’s not like Wednesday has ever really put herself out there to make a friends.

Wow, I didn’t expect myself to miss that miserable kid so much. I’ll have to welcome her back to Nevermore! She’ll hate it… or love it? Either way it’ll be fun.

[whentherewerebicycles]

hrrrm I would love to go for a long walk but it’s raining and pip will flatly refuse so that might be out until the afternoon. I had a big anxiety spike last night and a smaller one this morning but I am doing a better job of managing it now that I have had multiple scans and can say decisively that for me/my body, not “feeling” pregnant on any given day has nothing to do with whether my kid is healthy and growing in there. for some reason I have really latched onto the revelation that he’s sleeping and waking up in there totally on his own schedule. he’s a separate little being already with his own agenda! it makes me happy and awed to think about! anyway I am assuming things are fine no matter what my anxiety tells me. and I get another scan a week from tomorrow at almost 12.5 weeks, so hopefully knowing that is on the horizon will help me ride this next week out. and then I’ll have to wait until early jan (18.5 wks) for my next scan but I give myself full permission to go back to the private scan place if I need to. but I am hoping that being out of the first trimester (I’m so close!) will help.

mmkay lemme think… need to shower by 11ish so maybe I’ll get up and make breakfast now. liz and I are going to feed M’s cats and then she said we can hang out in their gorgeous library loft and read for as long as we want… I think I’ll take this YA fantasy novel and see if I can make a dent in it. I’m kind of half-writing again but we’ll see… idk it feels better to be thinking about it than not even if I’m not making tons of progress so whatever. hockey at 3pm but I haven’t decided if I want to watch as yesterday’s game bummed me out. will make banana bread this afternoon/evening and should also be sure to eat these leftovers before they go bad. mmm and I have that tutoring job interview tomorrow so I need to sit down and do some prep for that tonight. trying not to overthink it… I want to have some examples ready to hand in case my mind goes blank and I’ll also do some big picture thinking about my tutoring/coaching philosophy but idk I’ve been doing this for 13 years I can’t imagine I’m not equipped to talk about it. mmkay mmkay that’s the day. oh and I want to walk but might not be able to until night.

[psychelis-new]

Hello! I want to participate in your personal readings :)

I choose personal readings.

My question is: How will you describe the personality, traits, and the placements of my first lover? (I haven’t been in a relationship since birth)

I chose this PAC: https://www.tumblr.com/psychelis-new/714765989680644096/pick-a-pile-where-are-you-in-your-healing

My feedback: I love how it resonated with me especially with the way it described how I am getting in touch with my inner child during my healing process. Also, how my mind is working fast to the point that I started journaling 2 weeks ago to channel down my thoughts. Honestly, I was not doing good within the last school years. It was just now (I am already a junior in college) that I learned to find the peace of mind that I was yearning ever since by facing my fears, and getting to know myself even more. I am not saying that I am already totally healed and happy, but I am getting there. I am finally learning to let go of control and accepting things that I have no control over. There is a part of the reading that says I have an imaginative mind, or perhaps I am writing stories. Honestly, I wanted to write a story ever since. It’s just I don’t have enough time to do it 🥹 To summarize, I am starting to worry less about certain things and learn to look at the positive light :)

Oh and by the way, I have picked this PAC since I am feeling light at the moment despite still facing challenges in life (Of course, it is a part of it) and at the same time I love the picture of the 3rd pile in this PAC! It reminds me of summer breeze or the flowers that bloomed after the rain 🤍

2 emojis: 🕊️🤍

That’s all! Thank you so much and take your time :)

Hello and thanks for joining! Also thank you for sending such an accurate feedback. Healing do takes time, and lot of compassion and kindness towards ourselves. You're doing great seen what you've told me, and I am very happy you're doing better than before. And ofc, you'll get there: take it slow for now. Move on, find a new balance (slowly) and then make another move when you feel ready. And always work with yourself, never against: you're a great team. I hope you can find time to write the story you want to, I'd really like to read it!

Anyway. Your first lover:

They could be someone pretty exuberant, in a way. May be very bold and conscious, determined, self confident and even successful in what they do or they just like to stand out from crowds (I'm getting the energy of the most handsome guy of the school/captain of the school football team in movies, someone many do like/admire/watch for some reason). I think they may seem "cocky" to some too. Kinda opposite to you, but you fit well together like you complete each other. They bring in a huge change in your life and show you about "real happiness" (I heard this). I think they'll bring you out of your comfort zone, they like to follow sudden impulses like (this may not be it but just to give you an example of the energy I get) "Get ready, let's go skydiving!" or more likely, "Let's go run in the rain, what are you scared of?". May have air in their chart, maybe Gemini and Aquarius. And some fire too, especially Aries/Sag (Leo too despite I don't feel the "attention-seeker" here, it just happens that they stand out for how they move/look... not sure if also for studies I keep focusing on sports now lol). I am not getting water signs, maybe just one earth sign like Capricorn (in 6th?) but Idk... May indeed do sports and be very active to burn the huge amount of energy they have. I think they may come in your life sooner than you think. But don't worry, it'll happen by chance. And ofc it's not that they are not nice or sweet, it's more like this "exuberant" part of them stands out more and maybe make them pretty attractive.

All the best and take care!

[pbandjesse]

I am comfortable in my hammock. I'm having a pretty nice day. Even if other people are bringing me down a bit. I am trying to let things ago. Let myself be happy. But it is very hard. This is why I like being alone up here.

I slept alright last night. It was hard getting up but I honestly felt fine when I got up. I hugged on James. They had brought my stuff to the car already because they are great. Love my husband. Very quickly though I was on the road.

I stopped for breakfast. Gave a person begging what I could. The woman at the window commented that they were just going to use it for something they shouldn't. And I said that my character is judged by what I did to help, where my heart was, not what she did with it after. That's on her character. And the woman at the window agreed with me and said I had a good heart.

I got to camp at 8. Someone driving out, the entrance, gave me a dirty look. And there was a baby bunny I had to stop for. But it was normal beyond that.

It was chilly. I got out of the car and found that the art building was musty but it was fine. I was not happy about the tent was not out back

I had to move my tables. And there was trash. But the thing that made me angry was my table cups, that have materials like colored pencils and scissors, were left on the picnic table so they were filled with water form the rain and a bunch of supplies were ruined. I was furious. I sent a very cursey text to CJ just because if I didn't say it to someone I was going to say it in the group chat and get fired.

Ty would come go to tell me that there was trash and mess at homestead and the very old chicken, grandma, was injured!!! We were worried that it was children in the enclosure or something. So we decided to go to the office to talk to Alexi.

Alexi was understanding. She is hopeful that it wouldn't be the kids who hurt grandma and was maybe a fox. But she is discouraged that the areas aren't being treated appropriately.

As we were talking and going through complaints and ideas to make it better Kieran came in and told us that the chef claims that there was a bear in the trash!! So now we're like was it a bear??? Wild.

We headed back to arts and crafts. And it would be a fine day. Tati was great and super helpful. She would be in charge of the hot glue and would get so good at it by the end of the day. Like we were figuring out how to layer yarn to look like hair and she really has it down by the end.

I would read a little. Work on my knitting. And we would talk about the weekend and our projects and the plan for the day. And the group would be late but they would come soon enough.

And the project is going pretty well so far!! I'm glad I didn't put all the markers out because they would break some. But overall they were great with the materials and I loved what they made. Not everyone did a person but I said animals were fine as long as they had faces. And it was just really fun to see what they came up with.

Both my morning groups did well. And then it was lunch time. Which ended up being a bust. They had hot dogs. I wish they did vegetarian hot dogs but instead we got some kind of stir fry. Which I was not feeling so I had a hot dog bun and went to make Mac and cheese. I was nice sitting with friends though. But at noon I went to make the Mac and cheese at the office.d

Tyler would join me to use the microwave. And he would give me a cinnamon twist from his dominos leftovers which was excellent. We ate on the porch and we were able to get some paperwork done that camp needed for the reaccreditation that's happening this week.

Speaking of that though. I got very frustrated later in the day because Cody would come up to our building and he gave me a paper that he said we should have been filling out and he was surprised that I had never seen this before. Basically it's an entire list of materials that the programs use. I don't know if you guys can picture what the art building looks like. But it would take me days to document all of the stuff and quantities of things that are in here. And he wants it done by tomorrow. That is impossible task and not fair that they are asking of me two days before the accreditation is happening. This shouldn't have been given to me now it should have been given to me during training. When there was actually a chance of me having time to do that. So I'm very overwhelmed by that but I'm trying not to let it bother me and I'm going to try to have Tatiana just list everything she can see in the room and will make estimations of what things are. Because man am I stressed out about that.

After lunch though I had my two-day camps and my older kids. And it went really well. I brought the metal stamping kit with me and a couple people made coins today and that was really fun. A couple of the counselors got really into it. And everyone really likes painting on the wood and so because I do not have enough spoons I texted Joe and asked if he would mind cutting wood for me just to have more pieces. And he said he would and that was really great of him.

During my half hour break after my day camp but before my older kids Dad called and we talked for half an hour and I wish we could have talked longer. It was really good to hear him and he sounded really strong and healthy. I know he started physical therapy again today and I really hope it helps him regain some confidence and balance. But it was nice to talk and I got to tell him all about Jess's house and some stuff at camp that's been drama. But it was just really nice talking to him even if it was just a short period of time.

And like I said the older girls really enjoyed making bracelets and beads and one of the girls made a stamped coin and then their counselor was really into it and made a couple. Including one that said on Wednesdays we wear pink. And I thought that was so funny. So at the end of the day I would sit down and I would stamp out the whole quote about being crazy in a rubber room with rats. Because the younger boys say it all the time and I thought it would be funny to show that to them. It did take me a while to make though.

My last group was with Trista and I love Trista. I was very sad that I missed their class last week when I had to go to the doctor. And we had a nice conversation while the kids worked and talked to Tatiana made sure that the kids pieces didn't look bald unless that's what they wanted. We had this bit going with this one child who made there character green with very sparse orange hair and we kept going. Oh my God. How did you do that. It's like a mirror. You you did that so well. And just being so dramatic about it. And she would go I know like no one believes just I made this That's how good it is. It was very silly.

But at 4:15 I said goodbye to everyone and I grabbed my pool bag and I headed out. I was going to go swimming because it was really hot out. And it was the hottest time of the day.

There were so many kids in the shower though so I couldn't get changed in the bathroom so thankfully no one was using the laundry room and I wouldn't change them there after chatting with the lifeguards for a few minutes. I checked in with CJ as well who had to be a counselor today because Candela is not here from Spain yet. Something happened with her flight but she should be here tonight. And then I got in the water. And it was beautiful.

I was just kind of sit in the cold for a while and eventually would get most of my hair wet. Celia did not remember her bathing suit again. I'm actually just texted her to tell her to put her suit in her backpack so that this does not happen again. So she would just sit with her legs in the water but eventually Antonio and Annabelle joined me. And it was fun watching the kids do pool canoes and I just floated for a while and it was a good temperature and I felt very happy being in the water.

At 5:00 I decided to get out. The kids were going swimming again after their canoes and I went and took a shower. Max was in the bathroom trying to clean but because of girls bathing suits they just bring so much water and that it's impossible to clean it because it's all wet. So he had to wait a while anyway and I went to go take my shower and felt so much better afterwards.

I came back up to arts and crafts and I felt okay. Kind of uncomfortable but fine. I would hang out for a while in the outside hammock and was reading. I did my rubber rat crazy stamp thing. And then once it was closer to 6 I took my book and went down to the lodge.

I got lots of pillows from wonderful children on my way there. And when I got there I sat in the back corner and I read for a while. The colts book is okay. I've decided I'm going to skip the ones that I'm not super interested in right now but I think I would like to go back to a narrative book tomorrow. We'll see. I have a couple still that I would like to read on my shelf this week. Got nothing's really calling to me yet. I was not really looking forward to dinner when I heard that they combined the vegan, vegetarian, gluten-free, and allergy concern dinner into one thing. Again. I don't understand why the chefs don't understand that they should just be making whatever everybody else is having as close to that as possible. Because for some ungodly reason today we had turkey patties for dinner, which apparently work gross. But the vegetarians had ratatouille. And it wasn't even good. It just tasted like stewed tomatoes with undercooked zucchini in it. I hated it and I was very upset. The one saving Grace was I asked Charlotte if I could have two rolls and at first she was like well if another child doesn't get a role coming out of your pay. But she gave me two rolls. And then I ended up getting a third roll. I wish it had butter but at least it was carbs. And they know I'm supposed to be even less carbs but they're the only thing that makes me feel not shaky. I'm trying. I'm not trying that hard but I am trying.

I was kind of sad though. Dinner just made me feel depressed. Tyler was also feeling depressed. I don't know why I'm switching between Ty and Tyler in this post But they are the same person. Just in case you weren't sure. But he was not happy either and we left and went up to the art building together. Where he made his own coin and memory with Grandma. Who is not dead but has gone home to her owner to heal. He also told me that he did find a bird net to go over the enclosure so hopefully nothing else can get in. And I hope that the office buys it ASAP.

I decided to fall back on the things I used to do when I was sad and grad school and I made a tote bag. I'm really proud of it actually because the fabric on the outside is the same as the inside and I made sure that all of the pattern is going the correct direction so all the pictures are facing the right way and it has velvet handles and a flat bottom. I'm really proud of it. It's a little oversized and floppy And I really like that. And I sent it to Jess and she made a big fuss that how beautiful it was and now I want to make more tote bags to possibly put it in my market table. So that's a consideration right now. I'm not that concerned about it though but maybe I'll knock out some cutting and that's always the part I hate the most anyway and I have big tables here so we'll see.

Tyler would head out And I would finish sewing my bag. And then I would take a walk to the nurse. I had choked on a roll as we were leaving the dining hall and I had upset myself from coughing so hard. But some water on my face helped and then I came back up here after chatting with PJ outside of the building for a bit. The air quality was very bad today and I guess we've all just given up on caring about that because I never even got an air quality alert on my phone. Even though it was at the same numbers it was the other week when we were all forced to be inside. So that's cool. I'm not annoyed by that at all.

And when I came back up here I hung out in my hammock for a while. The mosquitoes were eating my legs for the first time this summer and I hit a mosquito and blood got everywhere. I have no idea if it was my blood or somebody else's blood I was not happy about it. So I came inside and put on more bug spray and started winding down.

I closed the door at 9:00 and brushed my teeth. And I've been laying here for a while now. I hope tomorrow was a good day. I hope that my stress is of today lesson. Because honestly I had so much fun with my groups I just hate how much other people's energy brings me down. And so many people are coming to me. And it's not that I don't enjoy that I want to be a rock for people I want to be here to listen. Tatiana even said today that I was famous because every time I'm not here a million people apparently come to the door looking for me. But I just wish that it wasn't always negative. I don't mind some negative. I want to hear when things are wrong. But I also need to be positive about camp. I like this job. I like being here. I just don't like all the other crap outside of it. Fingers crossed that I can just be happy. Despite everything else.

I also really hope I sleep well tonight. I'm pretty comfortable right now and it's not supposed to be rainy or anything tomorrow so I'm hoping there's no big spikes and humidity. And I just hope it's a nice day. I hope you all have a nice day. I hope you are safe out there in the world. I also found out that my very first friend in Baltimore, Ben's husband passed away suddenly today. So I just want to remind everyone that you never know when things not going to be over. And to tell the people you love how much you love them. Until next time.

[tiffanylamps]

3, 5, 6, 29?

Turnip, so, I meant to reply to this hours ago, but then I got bought a burger and ate like... half of it... and had to sleep it off. But I am here now, half awake with a very upset cat to keep me company. Thank you for sending me this, I hope my answers are of interest 😊 The ao3 ask game

3) What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? This is a little hard to answer because I find small accomplishments in everything I write (I need about 3 months of distance to see the good in them, but I do see it eventually haha). But I think the one I should single out is my first fic in... 4 years... Indoctrination. I have tried to read it since publishing and gave up because I don't like the way I wrote that story. But I had given up writing in this style (fiction, 3rd person) for 4 years, sooooooo🤷‍♀️no wonder it's not the best During those four years, I had been mainly writing poetry/more introspective pieces, so Indoctrination is a massive accomplishment that I am proud of... even if I don't think it's all that good haha

5) What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Easy, 3am. I didn't expect anyone to comment on that piece because it's not.... it's not. But I did receive some positive feedback and had interesting discussions with people, which was nice 😊

6) Favorite title you used This is also hard because giving my fics titles is one of my favourite parts of the writing process. I really like finding something that will highlight one of the main themes of the story. I normally do this through lyrics or quotes. Okay, I can't choose, so I'll just give you my top three (in no particular order): . Your Love's Whore (named after the song Your Loves Whore by Wolf Alice, which inspired that fic. I'm not linking that fic because I don't like it anymore haha)

In Another Moment Named so because of this quote:

“In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”

- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

. courage to make love known Named so because of this quote:

“...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?”

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

29) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? I already answered this here. But I will give you a handful more from unpublished works. oh ho ho ho, aren't you lucky? (smh at myself)

Dong Sik bruises Joo Won's poor lips with a kiss, closing both their eyes for good so that look dies between them. Had he by some miraculous sequence of bad decisions slowly ruined this boy? Was his sorrowful plight a contagion? Was it fungi in the wood that rots from within?

-

Joo Won wishes for rain, a torrential downpour. With only rain can he be cleansed. Maybe if he were to embroider his wounds, he can be beautiful again. He knows he’s a liability and not an asset, but how glorious it was to finally not be needed; Dong Sik would be proud. He’s finally learned how to survive.

-

It was a breath of fresh air after a year of cigarette smoke and car fumes.

He knew they looked good together. Joo Won was able to make him laugh and he didn’t mind some of the man’s more annoying quirks. He thanks Dong Sik for that, the older man really set the standard for what Joo Won can now tolerate. The first few weeks of their casual fling were easy, the librarian enjoyed showing Joo Won the town he grew up in, and Joo Won enjoyed learning new things.

They had kissed a few times, mostly just sweet pecks on the lips or a kiss on the cheek. The first time they kissed for real, Joo Won tried everything within his power to not compare. But he knew deep down he didn’t get the same rush as he did with his last par… But that was a good thing, he convinced himself and slipped his tongue in.

-

Joo Won never felt more like dust upon long-forgotten trophies. Once interesting, once beautiful, once a useful item to paint the picture of excellence for a dynasty he brought down to the ground. Kill the boy to become the man. Slay the father to be cleansed of his sin. That man looked like his father. 

He’s a show dog, wasn’t it about time someone put him down? He can’t compete, so what was his use?

-

Dong Sik is his Elpis and Joo Won wants nothing more than to love him.  

It was shocking to him that this decision didn’t feel rash. He knew it was right. Dong Sik deserved to be loved, even if he had a flock by his side ready to do just that. It doesn’t matter, Joo Won decides, he’s willing to try. He hesitates to believe he’s worthy as one of those who loves Dong Sik, but the older man says his name so sweetly and looks at him like Joo Won is the missing piece of a puzzle, the finishing touches of gold thread in his tapestry, the subject of his masterpiece.

Everyone must feel this way under Dong Sik's genuine smile, he had that ability to make anyone feel like they were the only one that matters. Joo Won knows this. He knows better now but it didn’t stop him from vowing to make himself beautiful for Dong Sik's portrait.

-

Joo Won gives his lofty attention to the couple adjacent to his right, the good-looking woman was still whispering in the man’s ear. He was definitely enjoying whatever it is she was saying if his clear arousal was anything to go by. “Inspector Han,” Dong Sik's voice is close to his ear again and Joo Won suddenly understands the state the man is in. 

Dong Sik seems very pleased with himself and Joo Won knows what he’s going to have to do. He scoots himself along with the pink leather until his broad shoulders are shielding Dong Sik from the couple, which he seems to enjoy if his smouldering smile is anything to go by. He’s like a lioness taking a drink at the watering hole and Joo Won is the crocodile stalking in a shallow grave.

-

“I got a lot in return.”

For once Joo Won’s eyes did not look through him - into him - with a dismissive roll or a suspicious scowl, nor do they plead, beg, or cry from the pain Dong Sik created. Instead, they blink and well with understanding. He looks away and his body softens with the heaviness of knowing. 

Finally.

-

Love isn’t a craving. It isn’t a hunger pang that can be satisfied with a good feed. It isn't whimsy that is silly and vacillating, wandering from the urges of the ego to the wanting of the carnal. Nor is it the remedy for loneliness. It’s heartbreak, a bittersweet yearning for something you do not have. The desire to be with the one that compliments you on a level that goes beyond the temptations of guilt, lust, or notions as fickle as happiness. Love is the bonding of souls combining their fears, woes, passions, ambitions and strife- it is irrevocably unifying yourself to another with the hopes that it will last.

Love is fleeting and all-consuming. It’s the need to reach out and touch what could so easily slip into the abyss. It is unavoidable, glorious, and so frightening. More real than a spiritual awakening, more devastating than a missed opportunity. It is nature. It is natural. It is the knowledge that even though it will end (as all things do), whether that be from heartbreak or death, no matter how much that pain frightens you, you are still willing and wanting. It is the absolute trust that you will endure whatever you may face with your partner’s aid, together as a unit, beautifully pushing forward. 

That’s how he knows he doesn’t love this boy. You trust those you love. Nor does he love him back. 

Oh god, what has he been doing?

- Okay, I'll leave that there, as the list is getting a bit ridiculously long. Those are parts from just two fics that I wish to complete one day because I love them so much. They're definitely my longest wips (as in, it's taking the longest amount of time to complete them). Anyway, I hope this was interesting! ttfn 😊

[green5quirrel]

Ugh. I'm bored.

I'm just gonna write some shit.

It's like "Morning Pages" except circa late 90's early 2000's Livejournal/OpenDiary style. So bear with me.

I've just updated my Bullet Journal. Even typing that makes me cringe. What would 20-something year old me think of a bullet journal? What would 20-something year old I don't fit in any boxes so don't try to put me in one think of writing on grid paper? I mean...it's ALL boxes, isn't it?

But this is my life, now. I write in Bullet Journals. I wear cardigans. I claw my way through the Artist's Way carefully excising the presence of religion. I don't have boobs (or nipples). Let's just say a lot of things have changed in the past two decades.

I go to this amazing little queer coffee house. I use the word "queer" unironically and also use it for myself. I go to this amazing little queer coffee house with its fairies dangling from fishing wire on the ceiling (like, doll fairies not the slur). These plastic folks are mostly Barbie dolls made to look like fairies and sway in the breeze of people walking by amid the lines of faux Edison bulb string lights and pride flag garland.

I go there every Wednesday. I meet up with a bunch of folks (folx? I dunno the current accepted spelling these days) and we do an iteration of Stitch and Bitch. Today I worked on my fanfiction.

After I left the café I went to an Ace Hardware store. I went there because I am an adult and uncool and also because I am working to get into clock repair as a hobby and had been there last week to pick up some tools that were not clock specific.

I met a 61 year old man called Bill there last week. He excitedly chatted to me about the clocks he'd inherited and sold and those he had kept. He has a mantel clock and wanted me to take a look at it. I declined. And I declined again after he insisted. I've not even cracked open a clock and taken out a movement. There's no way I'm working on a family heirloom.

He'll show me the picture of the clock next week as he wasn't able to get over there to take it on account of it being someone's birthday (his business partner's?). Bill shares his life like a person shares Halloween candy in a big plastic bowl on the first of November.

He likes my name. But he still refers to me as a girl. But he also treats me like he's excited to see me even though we've only met twice.

Bill once got paid a few thousand dollars to do some landscaping for a rich person and a few hundred to put in a tree. So, yeah, I consider those two things like tootsie rolls. The chocolate bars are when he talks about his family and how he supports them and his childhood in a watch shop with his dad while a parade of circus animals passes by.

At any rate, after I talked to Bill I went to an antique's mall nearby and scoured the shelves for anything that would be beneficial to my clock repair goals. I didn't find anything today, but that's okay. I'll go back in a couple of weeks.

I am struggling a little right now. So lemme give you all some quality Halloween candy, if you don't mind.

In 2020 my mom died of liver cancer. I had moved back to my hometown to help her and when she started to decline I decided that as soon as she had passed and I had come to terms with it I would move on and explore my options of where to live next.

In 2020 there weren't any options. There continued to not be options for a while after that. Now, as time has finally started to even out and pass like it's supposed to pass, instead of the slow/fast/manic/depressive pace it went through during the pandemic, I am suddenly left with possibility. And that is scary.

I have a partner in Canada who works in Michigan. So there is a thought to move there. But I'm not sure how my mood will go with the rain and cold. Still, Michigan seems safer than here below the Mason Dixon line.

Currently, in this moment, I am struggling not only with motivation and courage but also with working retail when my brain wants anything but to work in the toxic environment of the needy and the entitled.

I have no energy to be creative and my clock repair hobby is also crawling because of that lack of energy. I don't know how I used to do it. How did I sustain myself while expending so much time and energy on a job like this? It wasn't drugs. I wasn't cool enough for that. It must've been joy to some degree. Youth, certainly. Perhaps hope. Perhaps ignorance/naivety. Whatever it was I definitely don't have it anymore.

Was this meant to be an entry to whine in? No. It wasn't meant to be anything. It wasn't meant to be pithy or amusing or witty or motivational. It was meant to be an entry for boredom and reflect. So there it is. I've done it. I've succeeded.

Now to sacrifice myself to the fatigue that has been insisting on attention for an hour now and draw myself a warm blanket to lie in and drown in my dreams.

[suckitsurveys]

Is there a gang problem in your area? In my city, yes.

Do you make your Starbucks order more complicated if it isn’t busy? Nah. My orders aren’t super complicated, other than milk substitutes from time to time.

Do you consider airports to be emotional places? I mean, they sure can be. You never know anyone’s reason for flying.       

Where do you need to be? I am where I am supposed to be, responsibility wise. I SHOULD be on a beach somewhere, but, ya know.

Would you date an already attached person? No. I mean I wouldn’t date anyone because I myself an attached person.

When you marry, will you wear white? I wore blue.

What vaccine that you’ve received hurt the most? I don’t know, that’s not something I really keep track of.And I tend to not care if they hurt because they’re necessary.

Do you ever feel like you’re being watched? Eh.

What will it take to make or break this day for you? I don’t know. It’s my nieces’ first day of school and I’d love to hear how it went/see pictures, but I don’t know if my sister will do that.

Would you give up a dream for someone you loved? I mean it all depends. Maybe their dream is the same as mine?

Could you date someone who’s only been your friend for a long time? Wait, what? Like, would I date someone whose a friend first? Yeah?

Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? Monogamous. I’ve been with Mark for 12 years now.

Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? I don’t do that.

Do you think it’s better to look for love or let it find you? Whatever. It found me but you do you boo.

Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment? No.

Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? No.

Have you ever learned an important lesson as a result of a break up? Yes.

Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than three months of no communication? Oh my goddddddddd enough with the fucking dating questionssss.

Do you or would you ever wear fake eyelashes? Oh thanks. I have before.

Do you think that smaller breeds of dogs are cuter than big ones? Size has nothing to do with cuteness. I’ve seen ugly small dogs and ugly big dogs lol.

When was the last time you slept in a tent? Last year.

What brand of make-up do you prefer to use? I don’t have a preferred brand. I have a collection of stuff from my short lived Ipsy phase and stuff people have given me lol.

Do you have any siblings and if so, what’re they like? I have an older sister and I don’t feel like talking about her right now.

What was the last television show that you sat and watched multiple episodes of? House Hunters lol.

Is there anything significant happening this month? I’ve done a buncha fun stuff this month, including Lollapalooza to see Billie Eilish and Lana Del Rey with my two best friends, the Barbie Cafe, and the Ren Faire. This week is my niece’s 10th birthday and her party.

When was the last time you plucked your eyebrows? A week ago.

Do you have any chronic pain? Yes.

When was the last time you had a Poptart? It’s been a few month at least.

Do you like hot chocolate? Yeah.

Who is your best guy friend? My husband.

What’s your favorite Michael Jackson song? Billie Jean.

Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans from? Torrid.

When was the last time you got your hair done professionally? Last month. I’m getting it touched up again on Saturday.

Do you like TGI Fridays? I can’t recall ever physically going there, but they have frozen potato skins they sell at the store and those are bomb.

Have you ever gotten your legs waxed? My upper legs when also getting a Bikini wax.

Have you ever read anything by Edgar Allen Poe? Yes.

When was the last time it rained where you live? Last Thursday I believe.

Do you like horses? I do.

What is your opinion on air pollution? Uh, it sucks?

What are your grandfathers’ names? They were Elry and Irvin.

Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Yes.

Do you know anyone that has been held hostage before? I don’t think so.

[the-abyss-gazes-into-you]

sat, aug 5th (day 6)

Stayed awake an hour longer than I meant to to finally finish Help, I Am Being Held Prisoner by Donald E. Westlake (it's hilarious, you have no idea) and my evening routine was sacrificed because the book had been open since June and I really wanted to move on to the next one (I had like 4 books open simultaneously at one point and I'm still going through Discworld audiobooks right now.) I got really tired over the week, one, because of the shifts at the café and two, because I wasn't giving myself enough breaks. So I ended up procrastinating again today and decided to just take a proper break instead. So I rewatched Penelope (2006) not working on anything. Also because it was raining the whole day and I found myself yawning literally the entire time. So in the afternoon I just concluded my brain wasn't braining enough to work on any project and I should use the time on enjoying myself reading cozied up in an armchair with a cup of tea.

And I did.

I'm also proud of myself that I finally got used to washing the dishes in the evening no matter what so I don't get up to a sink full of dirty dishes. I can just let them dry overnight and put them where they belong in the morning. (life hack I guess?)

Anyways, hope you had and will have a nice day and be a little kinder to yourself tomorrow :)

(last picture: a candle i made yesterday out of leftover wax from old candles) (i just love repurposing stuff, y'know)

[ist-das-kunst-oder-kann-das-weg]

Yesterday, I finally handed in Big Scary Assignment! I am very grateful to the lecturer for giving me an additional week, which I sadly did not really use, but still, nice. At least I did not hand in something handwritten. On Thursday I felt ready to go crazy. Or rather halfway there already. The only thing that kept me sane was playing accordion until my fingers didn’t want anymore. I went to bed at like 8am on Friday morning. I really did not want to do something like that after my writing my bachelors thesis. To stop myself from doing stupid shit like that or worse, I will try to come up with a plan that involves designated study hours but not to many. Rather spend a few hours studying than hours trying to get myself to study because longer hours seem too intimidating. 

Some four or five hours of sleep later, I went into town to see whether they had any black friday sales, something I don’t really like doing, but everything is more expensive here already, and I actually like window shopping. Contrary to my expectation, I actually went to purchase something from the skate shop which I actually considered buying before and which still was in the sale. So, win win, I did not spend too much money and also did no go for one of those sales, so my honour is still intact. Afterwards, I bought some macarons and (because we’re back to at least one proper meal a day, yay!) went to try out the street food place. Thank god it is in a hall so I could warm up from the rain outside. I decided to go for the Korean place because they seemed to be in a sweet spot of price and portion sizes (which I might have underestimated). I took something they called Korean Fried Chicken (KFC) and it was really really really tasty. I never knew chicken could be thaaat tasty. Now I just want a version without the chicken, only the crunchy stuff and the sauce please. 

Today, I wanted to go for nice short bike ride in the sun, because the forecast promised me sun until night comes. They fucking lied. I only wanted to ride like 20-25km, twice or thrice around the lake. Unfortunately, I missed the right route and, because I hate turning back, decided to go for a short round through some villages. Yeah. Somehow, I got kinda lost and ended up cycling 50km, which might not sound too much, but I really didn’t do too much sport and definitely not endurance sports in the last few weeks/months. I didn’t have anything useful with me besides my phone and some water, which mostly was fine, but I really should have brought the lights. It got so fucking foggy, the picture above is one of the spots where you could see pretty far. I am just glad that Danish drivers are pretty careful. I was really afraid of being run over by a car, lol. Then I also was out way longer than anticipated so I really had to hurry home because the dark already started settling in. Still, it was pretty nice. 

Overall, I spent some quality time with myself the last two days. Tomorrow, I will go skating again (indoors, with pizza, yay!) and I am really looking forward to meeting a few people again (I spent a lovely Saturday last weekend with them, totally unexpected but absolutely, urm, hygge). Sadly, I also have to do another assignment, but there it’s only one exercise (which I hope to find online somewhere, hm). Even worse, it’s my turn to sweep the floor in the community space and I guess the person whose turn is to vacuum the floor will do so rather late, urgh. And they seem to be having another party, just as I thought I might not have to swipe up someone’s excrements from the party yesterday. Whatever, by tomorrow evening, everything will have worked out one way or another.