#will look at new starters tomorrow hopefully

[milobooker]

milo 💬 ???

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[dominimoonbeam]

hi domini! im a big fan of your writing and have read every one of your redacted fics, you are incredibly talented and with each fic you upload you never fail to amaze me and lead me into a deeper obsession with your work

this is just a fic request! no pressure to write this any time soon, or at all, especially with your new job and moving day soon! my request is:

david/darlin neighbour au? like david always giving darlin leftovers because he "cooked too much food" for the 50th night in a row

again, you don't have to write this, especially with how i didn't give you much to work with lol. i just thought of it and would love to see you write it! good luck with your moving day soon, im so excited to see the pictures and so happy for you! have a great week and sorry for the long message <3

Anon, thank you so much for this!

I know it's been so long since you sent me these incredibly kind words and this ask and I haven't written any fics in that time. This was such a great way to get back into the characters and the fun of working on fics. I hope you enjoy this starter and know that your words really meant a lot. Thank you!

Neighbor AU.

Darlin/David

I will absolutely be posting this on ao3 soon and hopefully adding more to it. <3 <3

It started in the laundry room.

They’d been living in the same building, on the same floor, in the same corridor for the last year but never spoken—not until that evening in the laundry room.

David was putting a load in when the other tenant came downstairs, no basket in hand, just an armful of t-shirts, underwear, and towels. He tried not to watch but it was impossible. He’d caught plenty of glimpses of them over the months, in the hall and on the elevator. They were a storm wearing skin and a leather jacket.

With a huff, they crammed the ball of fabric into a machine and then peeled their shirt off and kicked off their boots, huffing annoyance as they unbuttoned and squirmed out of their jeans.

There was no way they thought they were alone in the room. David was not the sort of man that went unnoticed. He slammed the lid on his machine just in case.

The other tenant pulled their phone from the pocket of their jeans along with a wad of cash, and put it down to the side before closing the machine.

David raised an eyebrow and looked at them, really looked at them, wearing nothing but underwear and stepping back into their boots. They were lanky, all muscle and bruises. One hand rubbed the back of their head, ruffling their hair while jabbing the buttons to start the machine. “What?” they snapped, not even looking at him.

Their knuckles were raw and bloody and their side looked splotchy, like those ribs would be bruised tomorrow.

“Bad day?” David asked the scrapper.

They huffed again, this time grinning and turning enough to look at him. They had blood on their teeth and in their hair. “Nope.” They picked up their phone and the crumpled bills, both of them walking out of the laundry room and down the long hall to the elevator.

David followed them into the lift and waited. They jabbed the button for their floor.

They both walked down the hall, almost together.

The scrapper peeled off first at their door, only a handful of steps before David’s. They shared a wall. He only realized they weren’t carrying keys when they opened their apartment door. They hadn’t even locked it.

What a mess, he thought with a smile.

He saw them again when he was on his way to the basement to move his laundry to the dryer. They had showered and were wearing a pair of sweatpants.

They leaned against the dryer after starting it and watched him, not unlike how he’d watched them when they were stripping down an hour ago.

David let them. He’d called most people out on eyeing him in his life but this seemed like fair turn around. They started their machines and took the hall together again. This time, in the elevator, their stomach growled.

The scrapper rolled their eyes like it was a familiar nag and not a biological function reminding them of hunger.

He wasn’t sure what made him do it. He wasn’t exactly known for making the first move in making friends. “Do you like enchiladas?!

The door plinged when it opened and their neighbor looked over their shoulder at him, one eyebrow raised. The brow was split by an old scar. “What?”

“I made enchiladas yesterday. It’s too much. Do you want some?”

They were walking again, both of them moving a little slower than usual down the hall toward their doors. “Is that your way of inviting me in?”

He snorted. “I’m not inviting you in. You’ll get blood on my rug. I’m asking if you want some of the leftovers.”

Their smirk sharpened. “Do you think I don’t have food?”

He bit back a laugh, suddenly willing to bet their fridge was empty. “Forget I asked.”

They were at their door but paused.

He felt their gaze on him, considering him. He unlocked his apartment and was one step in when they suddenly said, “Okay.”

He looked back at them, standing in the hallway outside their door. They looked unsure and suddenly younger, softer. He could see the echo of what he imagined they’d been like as a kid, before they got tough. He nodded. “I’ll grab you a plate.” He held out his hand. “My name’s David.”

Their gaze flicked to his hand like trust didn’t come naturally, but they closed the distance and took it. “Darlin.”

He smiled before he could catch himself.

Luckily, they smiled back. “I know. Either my parents had a really different idea for who I’d be or they were assholes.”

David shrugged, dropping their hand after maybe a second too long of holding it to duck inside and make his way for the kitchen. “Maybe it suits you,” he said.

Darlin laughed, leaning against his open doorway. He didn’t mind if they came inside but he wasn’t sure they were willing to. Interesting. They’d leave their door unlocked but they weren’t quite ready to walk into a stranger’s apartment. “Yeah. Like calling someone tall Shorty.”

He laughed and pulled the dish out of the fridge. He cut a few enchiladas free and scooped them onto a plate. He would have wrapped it if he wasn’t sure they were going to eat it right away. He paused with it in hand and look at them. “Do you need to borrow a fork?”

Darlin’s expression bloomed in a huge grin. “Fuck you,” they laughed, holding out a hand for the food.

He crossed his apartment to put it in their hand. “See you around, Darlin,” he said.

They nodded, still smiling when they walked back to their place and inside.

David thought about that smile and that laugh all day afterward and the next time he saw them in the hall they talked more and Darlin had him wait in the hall to bring him the plate. They’d even washed it and promised they’d used soap and not just licked it clean. He tried to ignore the jolt that mental imagine sent through his whole body, but something about the way they bit their smile suggested they’d seen it too.

[slyersky]

Peter Parker x Reader - Dumplings

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! :) Wasn’t quite sure how to end it but after I read it to my friend they said it would be perfect to just end it there. So that’s what I’m doing.

Summary: Reader has a totally-not-date with Peter. Peter doesn’t come. When they leave Spider-Man suddenly takes them home. Things seem to unfold from there.

Content: fluff, MCU!Peter, slight miscommunication(?), more like keeping secrets, mutual pining, Peter trying to wingman himself

Word count:~7.100

The cold autumn wind tore at your body as you walked down the street. Your arms were wrapped around your torso in an attempt to keep yourself warm. The jacket you were wearing wasn’t made for this kind of weather and you had not thought of bringing a scarf when you had left the house. It was easy to tell that winter was near, perhaps there would be snow in a few weeks.

Luckily, the destination you had was already in sight. The bright neon sign sticking out from the side of the building clashed with the grey clouds above you. A huge window at the front of the building provided a quick look into the establishment. Only a few people were sitting at the tables, the interior looked welcoming and the daily special had been written on the window with red window marker. You had wanted to try out this new Vietnamese restaurant for weeks now and had taken the opportunity to invite a certain friend of yours along with you.

Finally reaching the door to the restaurant, you stepped inside and were immediately engulfed in warmth and the smell of food. You walked over to one of the free tables near the wall, one with a seat that faced the window, so you could see when your friend, aka Peter Parker, arrived. You took off your jacket and hung it over the back of your chair, and then you sat down. A small Asian lady in her 40s walked up to you but you quickly informed her that you were still waiting for someone. She left again and you stared out the window for a few minutes.

It wasn’t long until your phone that was in your pocket buzzed, someone had sent you a message. You took it out of your pocket and the screen lit up. The device in your hand buzzed once more and you read the messages quickly.

Two new messages from Peter :):

hey! sorry but i’m gonna be late

you can go ahead and order us some starters tho ;)

You let out a small sigh. Peter was late to almost everything you would plan these days. You wondered if this was just the case with you or Ned as well. You had to ask him tomorrow. Hopefully, it wasn’t just you, it would make you worried that you did something wrong.

After a quick look at the menu, you decided what to get as a starter. Raising your hand and looking out for the waitress, you called her over to order. As a drink, you ordered (favourite drink) and for the starters some dumplings and summer rolls. The dumplings were more for yourself than for Peter, he probably wouldn’t even have a chance at snagging himself more than two. You could eat them every day of the week if you actually had the money for it. Usually, you bought them at another Asian restaurant near your home but maybe that would change today...

20 minutes went by. No sign of Peter. The waitress stopped at your table to deliver your food. You looked at your phone, no other messages from your friend. With a sigh, you took a sip from your drink and began bouncing your leg up and down.

Another 20 minutes passed. You didn’t dare touch the food in case Peter arrived. It would be rude to start eating without him. Once again you checked your phone that was laying on the table. Nothing.

Five minutes later, still no Peter. You tried to call him but no one picked up. Cursing to yourself, you sent him a quick message: Hey, Pete! Where are you? Are you okay? Still waiting for you…

The people around you, the waitresses, the other guests, they all started staring at you. Some of them gave you sympathetic looks. One of the waitresses even came up to you and gave you a free cup of tea. Her reasoning was so you wouldn’t be as upset for getting stood up. But you weren’t being stood up...right? Peter was just...extremely late.

You finally gave in to your desire to eat, you had been hungry ever since you had arrived here. The dumplings were already cold. You couldn’t even enjoy them properly, the thought of Peter just ditching you was upsetting. What was supposed to be a nice afternoon with your friend had turned into you sitting alone and munching on cold, mediocre dumplings. The summer rolls were alright, at least they weren’t served hot as well. You angrily stabbed at them with your fork, your appetite was gone but you didn’t want to waste the money you were spending.

Over an hour had passed since you had come to the restaurant and no signs or texts or calls from Peter had reached you. Saying you were disappointed was an understatement. You had had enough. It was dark already, you didn’t want to risk anything while you were heading home, so you called over the waitress to pay for your food.

With a sigh, you pulled your jacket closer to your body. You had only been walking for a minute and you were already cold. With one hand you got out your phone. Another attempt to call your friend only sent you to his voicemail. You typed out another message: I’m going home now. Sad that you couldn’t make it.

That wasn’t true. You weren’t sad, you were pissed and disappointed, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

You put your phone back into your pocket and continued to head home. It was kinda scary walking alone in the dark, without any protection, and in one of the more dangerous parts of town too. Cowering into yourself a little you sped up your pace at the thought of getting into trouble somehow. The way home wasn’t that long, you could just take a shortcut and be home in a flash.

Deciding to do just that, you walked into an alleyway. There were no lights there, one could barely see anything. Making out the shapes of trash cans was hard enough on its own, you almost walked into one, focused as you were on being as fast as your feet allowed without running.

A loud thump came from behind you, making you freeze in place. This was it, some dude was gonna rob you and you were not gonna be able to get help. What if he had a knife and tried to stab you with it? The sound of footsteps made its way towards you. Oh, you were so done for. You felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. You would die right here and-

“Hey!”, a red mask popped into your field of vision, you let out a short scream, both out of fear and surprise. On instinct, your hand moved to smack the probable attacker in the face. It was caught just before you were able to hit.

“Woah! Cal-“, the person cleared their throat, their voice sounding a little deeper when they spoke again,-“calm down there. I’m not here to hurt you.”

Now that the initial fear was subsiding, you recognised who was in front of you.

“You’re… It’s just you, Spider-Man…”, you breathed, scanning the hero from head to toe. You weren’t unfamiliar with him, he had helped you a few times before, though you doubted that he remembered something so small in the hero lifestyle. “Man, you scared me half to death. Don’t do entrances like that on civilians…”

He let go of your hand and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, apologising.

“I was just on patrol and saw that you were walking around alone. You looked kinda scared, so I thought that maybe you would appreciate it if I- someone…accompanied you.”

“…That’s…very nice of you, thank you.”, you were kind of baffled, yet you gave him a warm smile and started walking again. He followed suit.

There was a short amount of silence. While you didn’t, the hero kinda seemed to mind it.

“So…uh… If I may ask… What are you doing out here all alone?”

“Oh, I was…supposed to meet up with a friend… Turns out that he… didn’t show up at all.”, you mumbled, unsure if you should really tell a stranger about your teenage problems.

“I’m sorry… Maybe there was something important that got in the way…?”, the hero suggested as the two of you exited the alleyway and took a left turn.

“Maybe… But he could’ve texted or called me about that… That way I wouldn’t have waited for him for like an hour.”

“Wait- An hour?!”, his voice cracked during the sudden outburst. Why did he sound so shocked? You nodded. Once again he cleared his throat and tried to pick up more of a joking manner. “Man… That guy… must really be a douchebag then, huh?”

“He’s not, actually… He’s really nice…and funny… But he’s still an idiot sometimes.”, you had caught your words before they all came out at once. You weren’t about to start gushing about Peter in front of some random guy.

“Everyone in that damned restaurant thought I was getting dumped by a date… It’s so stupid.”, you kicked an empty soda can that was in your way while you kept walking down the street. It made a loud noise as it clattered along the sidewalk.

“Because it wasn’t a date…? Or because they all thought it was?”, Spider-Man asked carefully.

Your face started heating up, if it was out of anger or embarrassment you couldn’t really tell. Remaining silent, you kept walking. This wasn’t a conversation you were going to have with a hero. He could luckily tell that you were not in the mood to talk about it and didn’t say anything else for the rest of the way home.

“Ned?”

“What’s up?”, you were lucky that you had caught him alone.

“Can I talk to you for a sec? It’s about Peter…”, as you said that, you could see a small amount of panic flash on his face. Yet he still nodded and followed you to a quieter corner of the school hallway.

“…When you meet up with Peter… is he ever… late by any chance?”

“What…?”

“Y’know… does he make you wait for him or not show up at all when you two hang out?”, you looked down at your friend with a slight frown of worry.

“Sometimes, yeah. But stuff like that happens, right?”, he smiled at you and you could tell that something was making him nervous.

“I guess… But I feel like-“

“Hey, guys! What are you talking about?”, Peter suddenly appeared in your peripheral and you quickly spun around.

“Oh! Uh… Nothing important. Just…had a question about our homework, that’s all.“, you lied. You didn’t exactly know why, you kind of felt like you had to for a second.

“Oh, I see… Uhm…(Y/n), I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I really should have called you but there was an emergency at the…uhm…internship.”, he pulled you aside with one arm, almost out of earshot for Ned. The boy scratched his neck nervously as he tried to explain himself. His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.

“Just…forget it, it’s fine. I’m not mad or anything.”, you forced a small smile. There was a feeling deep inside of your stomach that he was making up excuses, but you told yourself that it was fine. This wasn’t going to happen anymore, right?

“Still… I wanna make it up to you! How about we go to the cinema this Saturday? You can pick the movie of course.”

There was still hope then? You were sure that your cheeks were heating up at his suggestion. You had to act fast to not make it that obvious.

“…Uh… Sure, that would be cool.”

“Cool! It’s settled then.”

“Settled my ass…”, you muttered as you glared at your phone and made your way to the exit of the cinema. You should’ve seen it coming, honestly…

Once again, Peter had not shown up. He had told you to already buy a ticket for yourself since he would be a little late. He had said that he would be there by the time the movie started. He had promised. And then you had sat there. Alone, with a huge tub of popcorn in your lap. Once the movie was already playing for a while you had checked your phone for what felt like the billionth time.

New message from Peter :):

hey, i don’t know if i’ll be able to make it in time

Of course…

The movie ended about 20 minutes ago. Your disappointment grew by the minute. Not only had the movie been utter garbage but you also had no one to laugh about it with now.

With a small grumble, you stepped outside into the cold night. Your breaths came out in puffs of smoke as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket to keep them warm. As you were preparing to walk home a certain figure caught your attention out of the corner of your eye.

There he was again, on the other side of the street. He was handing over what seemed to be a robber to a police officer and giving him details about the robbery. You stared at him for a while. For some reason, it seemed strange to see Spider-Man again, especially now, like this wasn’t just a weird coincidence. The cop took the criminal from the hero's hands and their conversation seemed to end. As if he had felt you were staring at him, Spider-Man turned his head towards you. You froze for a second, unsure of what to do. He, however, sure did know. Within a few moments, he was already crossing the street towards you, already waving.

“If it isn’t my favourite nighttime escort… Working hard I see…”, you greeted him while gesturing towards where he just stood.

“Oh, you know… Just trying to keep things in order around here… What uhm… what are you doing here?”, of course he would ask. If you told him that you had gotten stood up again he would surely think of you as a loser. You shifted your balance from one foot to another a few times. Then you finally pointed at the cinema a few buildings behind you.

“Uhm… I just…felt like watching a movie…”

“All alone…? That doesn’t sound very fun.”

“Well… I had plans with someone but… uh… he didn’t show up.”, you looked down at your feet, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”, for some reason he sounded like he felt responsible for your suffering.

“You’re not the guy I was supposed to meet up with, don’t apologise.-“, you tried to laugh the embarrassment off- “‘Sides… Feeling sorry for myself won’t make it any better.”

There was an awkward amount of silence. You were contemplating whether you should just say goodbye and go home. Would that be rude?

“Was it the same guy as last time?”, you nodded, your face going even redder from embarrassment. You were a little surprised that he even remembered. “Damn, I might have to go and have a talk with him! The audacity to be so rude to his friend…”

“Please don’t…”, you gave a small nervous chuckle.

“Alright… Can I at least take you home?”

“That would be nice…”

You had to admit that you were pretty sad about what happened today. It felt as if the entirety of your life was starting to turn against you. You didn’t even want to face Peter in school again. Would it just be better to stay at home for eternity? You would never say it out loud, of course, but the seed of doubt in your friendship with Peter was slowly growing. Did he just not like you anymore? What had you done wrong?

The hero seemed to notice your distress as you walked down the streets of Queens. He didn’t say anything though. You were kind of glad that he didn’t. After all, you had said earlier that self-pity wouldn’t help. And now you were doing the exact thing you didn’t want to do. Suddenly he seemed to spot something in the distance. The eyes on his mask expanded and he quickly looked between you and the thing he saw.

“Hey! Wait here for a minute! I’ll be right back.”, he quickly grabbed your shoulder to catch your attention and then ran off to the other side of the street. Your eyes followed him with a dumbfounded look. You watched him enter a shop, you couldn’t quite read the sign on the door.

Just like he said, after a few minutes he came back out. As he was coming closer you saw that he was holding a small to-go box. When the hero finally reached you, he held the box out towards you. You took ahold of it with a questioning gaze.

“It’s ‘dump’-lings… Get it?”, he tried to explain as you opened the box and the smell of food hit your nose. You looked back at him again, still slightly confused. He laughed awkwardly as he scratched his neck with one hand. “‘Cause you… basically got dumped, y’know… Dump-lings… Haha…”

You could tell that he was suddenly worried about crossing a line. He started fumbling with his fingers as he let out another awkward chuckle.

“I just… You looked so upset… I thought that maybe a pun and some food that you like would cheer you up…”

Now you couldn’t help but snicker. You had never met a hero that was so awkward but also so nice, not that you had met many heroes in your lifetime. But this definitely made your night better. Even if his pun was horrible.

“Thank you… I appreciate it. Just…never try that joke again. Also… It wasn’t a date, so I didn’t get dumped, technically…”, you smiled at him. But after a few seconds, your face scrunched up in thought again. “Wait… How did you know that I like dumplings?”

The hero took a step back and you could tell that he tried to avoid your gaze.

“Ah…uh… It was just a lucky guess… And I figured that since a lot of people like them, I couldn’t really go wrong with them…”

That was true. Most of the people you knew would never say no to dumplings. You had been suspicious for no reason at all.

“Thank you again… You seem to be a lot more reliable than Peter…”, the two of you chuckled a little as you kept walking. You bit into the warm food on your fork, it tasted amazing. “I might just ask you out next time instead of him.”

You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. Oh no. This would be awkward. You stopped dead in your tracks, the hero next to you did the same. He stared at you for a few seconds.

“…Soooo… You were considering these as dates after all…?”, huh? Out of all the questions he could have asked and the things he could have said… He chose to ask that?!

“Thaaaat’s… none of your business.”, you turned your head away. Your face was starting to turn redder than a beet.

“What? Come on.”, he protested with what sounded almost like a whine. You started to walk again, quicker this time. The hero quickly caught up with you again. “It’s definitely some of my business if you want to replace your friend with your friendly neighbourhood spider.”

Your thoughts were racing in embarrassment. Not only had you just basically confessed your crush on a boy to a complete stranger, but you had also told said stranger that you could imagine going on a date with him?! Why had you even considered this in the first place? You barely knew this guy. You had no idea what he was really like, let alone who he was under that mask of his. Were you really that naive to just trust him like that?

You were struggling to find the right words to say. Opening your mouth, you tried to speak, but nothing came out so you just closed it again. After you did that a few times in a row (you could guarantee that you were looking like a damn fish) you gave up.

“Alright, I’m sorry. You’re right. This shouldn’t be any of my business. If I crossed a boundary of yours, I apologise.”, the man sighed and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“Let’s just… Let’s just not talk about it anymore.”

“Okay. Should I still walk with you for a bit?”

“…Sure.”

“Well… Here we are. Thank you for the company… and the dumplings.”, you turned around to look at Spider-Man once again.

“You’re more than welcome. And sorry again for making you uncomfortable.”

“Apology accepted. Have a nice evening. Don’t go around patrolling for too long.”, you chuckled and unlocked your front door. Just as you were about to go inside, the hero’s voice popped up one last time.

“Also… Maybe just talk to that guy you like. I’m sure he feels the same, he’s probably too nervous to tell you.”, with that, he zipped away with one of his webs.

You anxiously dug your fingers into your palms. 30 minutes had passed since you came home and you had done basically nothing but stare at your phone that was lying on your bed. Something about the hero’s words had stirred something in you. Should you really call Peter now? What if he actually didn’t feel the same? You didn’t even know how you would start the conversation. Would your frustration and anger from earlier just bubble up again? Before you could think properly you already had your phone in your hand and punched in his number.

One Beep.

Two Beeps.

Your hands were shaking. Was it too late to hang up now? This was a bad idea.

The fifth beep.

“Hey, (Y/n). Before you say anything, I want to say that I’m sorry.”, you remained quiet for the time being. “I had promised you that we would hang out and I blew it. And no excuse will ever be enough for that but I will try to make it right again. If you let me, of course.”

“Peter, you’re an asshole. You really are.-”, you spoke without thinking once again but this time you didn’t stop yourself. Something about his apology had made you change your mind about what you were going to say - “This wasn’t the first time this happened. Nor was last week at the restaurant the first time. You keep on missing our hangouts or cancelling last minute. Honestly, I don’t know if we’re really even friends anymore! You barely talk to me, you stand me up and you certainly don’t even trust me enough to tell me the truth about your little escapades! Do you even still like me? It would be easier if you just told me that you don’t want to be around me anymore!”

You had thought that you would be able to keep calm and collected. Well, you had utterly failed. Silent tears were running down your cheeks and you felt like screaming at your friend.

“No, no! You’ve got it all wrong. I do still like you, more than you realise. I want to spend time with you. And I know, I’ve been a horrible friend to you for the past month but I promise you I’m gonna make it right again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Peter.”

“I’ll keep this promise. Please, you have to believe me.”

You were quiet for a few seconds. So many emotions were running through your head again. How could you trust him now? What made this any different than all the other times he had said that he would make it right? And could you be sure that he would be honest about the things he was doing?

“Well, it’s one thing to stand me up. It’s another to not tell me why or even make up excuses. I don’t know what you’re hiding, I’m not sure if I even really want to know… But I’m gonna be honest with you… You’re making it really hard for me to keep loving you.”, without another word, you hung up. In just a few seconds you turned off your phone and chucked it onto your bed.

Peter had tried to reach you for the next few days. But either you had blocked him or turned your phone off. His calls didn’t go through either way. When he tried to talk to you on Monday, you weren’t at school. You weren’t there the next day either. Ned didn’t really know what was going on either.

“When I asked, they just told me they were sick… Do you think it’s something else?”, Ned shrugged as he sat down at a lunch table with his friend.

“…I might have messed up, man. I wanted to make things right with them and hang out last weekend but… spidey-business came up and it wasn’t able to make it.”, the boy confessed.

“Dude… So that’s why they were asking me about you?”

“Wait… what?”

“(Y/n) came up to me last week and asked if you were standing me up all the time too! I tried to cover it up because I thought they were figuring out your secret and stuff! Shit… Did you apologise?”

“I brought them home as Spider-Man, just like last week, and I tried to cheer them up… And then they said something weird and things got really awkward and I think they meant that they like me…? As in, like like me… And then I tried to nudge things in a direction to make things better. But then they called me and I tried to apologise and then everything just backfired. They got really upset and hung up on me and now I can’t reach them anymore! I don’t know what to do!”, Peter talked at a speed that made it hard to comprehend what he was saying. He threw his hands in the air in defeat and then curled in on himself. Ned sat there for a second, taking everything in.

“…When you say that they like like you… And you ‘tried to nudge things into the right direction’… Does that mean that you like them too?”

“Wha- O-of course I do. I wouldn’t have done it like that if I didn’t.”, the brunette ran a hand through his hair as he whisper-yelled and looked around nervously. “I don’t know what to do, Ned. If I don’t fix this, our whole friendship is gonna fall apart.”

“Okay, okay. I know how we can salvage this, trust me. Here’s the plan…”

Your doorbell rang. Begrudgingly, you stood up from your bed and trotted to your front door. You pulled it open and came face to face with Ned. He looked somewhat nervous as he shifted from one foot to the other.

“Hey! How are you doing?”

“…I’m fine, I guess. Just feeling sick.”, you answered, even though it was a lie. Your voice was strained and tired. All you wanted to do was go back to bed and never see the light of day again. “Thank you again for bringing me the homework. But you really didn’t have to go through the trouble of doing it in person. Photos or something would’ve done the job too, Ned.”

“No, no! I wanted to check on you. Plus, Mrs Warren really gave us a bunch of papers. I don’t wanna carry those around all day.”, the boy joked and started rummaging through his backpack for the papers. He still gave off a slightly nervous vibe but you were too tired to question it. He tried to break the silence. “Do you think you’re gonna be back at school soon? You don’t look too good.”

He was right. There were dark circles under your red eyes. You hadn’t slept and spent a lot of the time crying, of course, no one knew that. You looked pale and your hair hadn’t been taken care of the past few days. You hadn’t eaten properly either, what was the point anyway.

“Geez, thanks… Uhm, maybe in a day or two? We’ll have to see.”, you weren’t sure if you even wanted to go back to school. You were practically dreading the thought of it. If you did, you would have to face Peter eventually. That was one of the things you certainly did not want to experience at the moment. But you weren’t stupid, you knew that that would happen sooner or later. There was no way around it. You would just prefer it if it happened later.

“Oh! My Nana also insisted on taking this to you… She said that it helps against colds and stuff.”, Ned pulled out a small, clear container full of food and handed it to you together with a stack of paper.

“That’s… really sweet of her. Tell her I said thank you.”, you shot him a smile and he smiled back. Silence settled between the two of you. You were expecting him to say goodbye and leave but he kept standing there. He was shifting from one foot to the other again. What did he want? Was he expecting something from you? Maybe you should just tell him goodbye.

“Well, uhm… Maybe it’s time-“, you started but the shorter boy interrupted you.

“Actually, uhm, could I get a glass of water? I’m really thirsty.”, the request caught you so off guard that you didn’t notice the glances to the side that Ned did. He looked even more nervous now.

“Oh… Sure. Just give me a sec…”, you made your way into the kitchen and set down the stuff on the table.

You filled a glass with tap water and then made your way back to the door. Ned was now glancing inside your house as if he was looking at something. Once you came closer he quickly straightened and acted as if he wasn’t doing anything. You could tell that something was off. Ned was incredibly bad at lying. For a second, you debated with yourself if you should confront him about it. But you felt too tired to pry.

“Here you go.”, you handed him the glass. The boy downed the water in one go. You stared at him, completely confused, as he quickly handed you back the glass.

“Thanks… Oh, would you look at the time. I have to go. Get better soon, bye.”, and with that, he basically ran away. You followed him with your eyes until he was out of sight. Now that was certainly strange… You had wanted him to leave but even that was a bit too sudden for your liking.

Oh well. You closed your front door again with a small sigh. Then you made your way back to the kitchen and set down the glass inside the sink. You would wash the dishes later, you had too little energy to do it right now. You braced yourself on the edge of the sink and let your head hang low for a second. The light that came through the kitchen window became less and less. The colder months made your home seem all the darker. You made a mental note to turn on the light in the hallway when you went back to your room. That way your parents wouldn’t come home to a completely dark lair of self-pity. A hand went over your face to get yourself back together. You decided it would be best to just go back to your room and sleep again. You straightened your posture and turned around. In your kitchen doorway, however, stood a figure. You let out a scream, jolting backwards. You grabbed the nearest thing beside you, which unfortunately was nothing more than a sponge, and threw it at the intruder. It was too dark already to see who it was but the figure easily caught the sponge. They held it in their hand as they took a step forward. You screamed once again and backed up further into the kitchen.

“Hey! Hey! Relax! It’s just me!”, a familiar voice said and the figure extended an arm towards you in surrender.

“What the-? Peter?!”, your hand finally reached for a light switch behind you. A strip of light from beneath the kitchen cabinets illuminated the room. The boy squinted his eyes at the sudden light. “What the hell are you doing in here?!”

“Okay, I know you’re mad but-“

“Mad?! You just broke into my house! That is absolutely illegal, I’ll have you know!”, you really did not want to put up with him right now. You were only one more annoyance away from actually calling the police on him.

“Technically… I didn’t break in. I came in through the door while you were getting water for Ned.-“

“I fucking knew it! He was behaving so suspiciously the whole damn time!”, you threw your hands into the air and turned away for a second. The audacity that these two had… While you were distracted, Peter put the sponge you had thrown at him next to the sink again. “What the hell do you want? I swear, if you pull anything stupid I’ll call the damn police on you.”

“I… I wanted to apologise to you… For real this time.”, you only now noticed that he had kept one of his hands behind his back the whole time. Now he brought his hand back in front of him, what he held made your mouth fall open. It was a massive flower bouquet, filled with all different kinds of flowers. There were roses in different colours, daisies, peonies… It looked as if Peter had either picked every flower in the store that he thought you would like, or he had tried to look up the actual symbolisms of said flowers. The size of it was impressive, that much you had to admit. It was almost bigger than his head, it had to have been extremely expensive… “I didn’t know how else I would be able to talk to you. You didn’t answer my calls and I’m pretty sure if I had shown up at your doorstep you would have just slammed the door in my face.”

He wasn’t wrong. You wouldn’t have wanted to talk to him. But you believed that you had every right to act like this. You wanted to voice your thoughts but Peter was quicker.

“Of course, that’s totally justified. I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you for the past few months. I promised to make it up to you and I broke that promise. When you called me last weekend I was hoping to be able to apologise. But uh… with you exploding in anger and… everything… I wasn’t able to. I get now that that wouldn’t have been so easy anyway.”, he carefully stepped towards you and held out the bouquet. There was a small moment of hesitation. Would taking his gift already mean that you forgave him? Was all this just to win over your goodwill again? You still grabbed the bouquet from his hand, not looking at him while you did so. Quickly, you got out a vase and put in the bouquet with a bit of water. Silence settled in the room.

“So? You keep saying you want to apologise… Where’s that apology then? And also… I demand an explanation, Peter. I know you weren’t being fully honest with me.”, you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter. Your eyes narrowed as you waited for an answer.

“Uhm… You may want to sit down for this if you want the explanation…”, Peter grabbed you by the shoulders and made you sit down at the kitchen table. Before you could protest about him touching you he stepped back again and started fumbling with his hands. He didn’t say anything, though. You looked at him expectantly, brows raised in scepticism.

“Uhm… Okay… Here we go. I… am… Spider-Man.”, he stammered while avoiding eye contact.

“…Peter.”, you started with a sigh. “I need you to be honest with me here-“

“No no no! I am being honest.”, he waved his hands in front of him in a desperate manner. You only looked at him with a deadpan expression. Really? Did he think he could win you over that easily? If he tried to get on your good side by just spouting more lies you were going to explode.

“I can prove it to you!”, he swung his backpack off of his shoulder and zipped it open. After rummaging through it for a second he pulled out something red. He handed it over to you and when you unfolded it… It sure looked like the mask of the neighbourhood hero.

“How am I supposed to know if this is actually real? For all I know you could’ve bought it from some costume shop or someth-“, you weren’t sure if you actually wanted to believe that he was who he was claiming to be. That would mean that you had complained about Peter…to Peter… And you had admitted that you liked Peter…to Peter! Before you could finish your sentence, however, something white whipped out of the boy’s wrist and stuck to the mask you were holding. With a quick pull, it flew out of your hands and back to Peter. That white string. It looked like the web strings Spider-Man used.

“There! Believe me now?”, he looked at you expectantly. You, however, seemed to be frozen in place, staring at your now empty hand. This could not be real. This was a dream, right? Seeing you in an unmoving, unblinking state made Peter even more nervous than before. “Are you okay?”

“No.”, you answered without thinking. Then your gaze drifted back up to Peter. “How could I be when my best friend tells me that he is a god-damn superhero?! And when that exact superhero has been a much better friend than my actual best friend has been for the last few weeks, even though they are the same person? What the actual fuck?”

“Look… Every single time we tried to meet up there was something going on. A bunch of bad guys were seemingly having their field days. When we were supposed to eat at that restaurant together some decided it would be fun to blow up a factory! When you wanted to meet up to study a fire broke out because someone owed another guy money. And when we wanted to watch that movie a random mutated lizard was wreaking havoc in the sewers! Can you believe that?! We’re not in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, why would anyone put anything mutated in the sewers?”

“But then you had enough time to go and conveniently check on me once you were done?”

“I always tried to at least check if you were okay. And if I couldn’t do it as Peter, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to do so as Spider-Man. You have to believe me when I say that I never wanted to stand you up or leave you behind. But sometimes…y’know.”

“Yeah… Of course, spending time with me is less important than saving a bunch of civilians.”, you slumped in your chair and crossed your arms.

“You say that like you’re bitter.”

“I’m not. Those people need saving after all. Who’s gonna do it if not you? It’s understandable.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you sound bitter.”

“…And what if I am? I shouldn’t be! Choosing between saving the lives of many and spending time with me shouldn’t even be an option. But it still hurts, Peter. It hurts to know that I am not a priority. And I know that’s selfish, you don’t need to tell me.”, you looked away in embarrassment. You were being so childish. Maybe you should just tell him to leave.

“…But you are a priority. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come to check on you every time you had to walk home alone. I would never want to see you hurt or upset because of something I did. So I wanted to at least somewhat make you happier… Even if you didn’t know that it was me that tried to cheer you up. I would do anything to spend more time with you. And I would do anything to see you smile.”

You didn’t answer for a while. You had to admit that it was sweet that he at least tried to salvage his mistakes. Even if it was in a completely stupid kind of way. But now that you thought about it… How did you not notice that he was Spider-Man earlier? He had changed his voice to be minimally lower than normal when he talked to you, he knew that you liked dumplings and he seemed to be waaay too interested in your personal life… A laugh made its’ way through your throat.

“Hey… What are you laughing at now?”, Peter asked perplexed.

“It’s just… You offered… to go and beat yourself up. It’s kinda stupid. Not to mention you tried to play wingman… for yourself.”, you managed to say in between giggles. Your friend's face grew beet red.

“Well… I would have done it if you’d said yes.”, he seemed to ignore your second comment as best as he could.

“Pff… Don’t be ridiculous, Peter.”

“…Do you forgive me, then?”

“You technically still haven’t apologised.”, you teased.

“Right… Uhm… I’m sorry for standing you up all the time and then not being able to make it up to you in person. And I’m sorry for lying to you about what was going on in my life. But I hope that you can forgive me one day because when that day comes I would like to take you on an actual date. But you can call it a not-date if you want. Just so a certain superhero won’t get jealous when he hears about it.”

You were taken aback for a second. So he did like you back… And he wanted to go on a date with you…

“Woah… Uh… Apology accepted. But… I don’t know. Maybe I do prefer that mysterious masked hero that is willing to protect me at night after all.”

[snowbellsxquiver]

OOC: I just wanted to say thank you for all of the follows, plots and starters, and just all of the love lately from old friends and new friends here! You are all amazing! I can’t wait to get to my growing reply list. I started on some tonight, and I’m gonna be on more tomorrow. Work has been wild this week, but I’m gonna get back into a flow of hopefully replying every day/every other day. So look for some more frequent activity around here very soon! I am so stoked to get to writing all of our lovely plots with all of you!!

Also, don’t be shy, I don’t bite I’m super friendly, so feel free to send me any kind of ask, dm, or starter! I love plotting for longer more fun in depth threads but I’m honestly game for snatching! ❤️❤️❤️

[crehador]

PACKAGE DAY psycho-pass + hpmi haul

box is HUGE this time, nuis can practically swim in there

first off these new gino and kogami stands (i want to call them ginko so bad) are unexpectedly MASSIVE, normal-sized cup (also new with this order) for scale. like genuinely they are 2 to 3 times larger than i thought they would be, i really need to start reading product dimensions lol

i also picked up the "psycho pass over 300" shirt lmao like preordered one immediately after saying how boring/lame it looks for official merch (it'll be an excellent at home shirt)

as for the hpmi stuff... not even going to bother with the lightbox because it will not fit lmao

despite the issues with kizuna+ i did keep my order for the limited edition version of the new guide book, and glad i did because hello ladies

the weiss shcwarz blau cards are starting to come in finally (booster packs are in a separate order that... hopefully will be shipped soon) but it is already so late that i probably won't open them until tomorrow

very excited to see what cards i'll pull, and yes it's 3 boxes each of bbmtc even though they're all the same starter packs lmao (need to have backups in case of damage!!)

[mcmcntomorii-later]

— im gonna get to those asks / drafts / and the starter i owe @wild-pineapple-butt​ tomorrow -- maybe, hopefully lol i’m going to a early release thing for the new pokemon game but i’m able to get some stuff done on here during my work day - its just after work i’ll be a bit busier than normal ( especially since i also tend to take a nap after work uvu; )

OH! I did also edit more on Mukuro’s bankai information uvu; i just change the appearance of what it’d be - nothing really major just some color/look changes

[melonthesprigatito]

WAKE UP, BABES. NEW POKÉMON SCARLET AND VIOLET NEWS IS ABOUT TO DROP

Finally, by tomorrow I can hopefully

Learn what the new Region's name is so I can stop calling the Starters the Gen 9 Starters and start calling them the [Region Name] Starters

Learn what the protagonists are called

See new human NPCs such as the Professor and the Rival

See some new Pokémon, hopefully one that catches my eye enough to make a plushie of it. Please let there be a good regional rodent/regional bird. Only regional rodent I like so far is Furret and Bidoof and the birds of the past two gens, Toucannon and Corviknight just aren't doing it for me. They're cool and all, just not my personal taste. (Swellow, Staraptor and Talonflame are my faves)

See what my babey Sprigatito looks like in 3D, or at least what she looks like from behind so I can make adjustments to my Sprigatito plush if necessary. Maybe there's a detail on the back of Sprigatito's head like Chespin's brown spot that we can't see on the official art.

And finally, NOW I CAN FINALLY SEE WHAT THE BOX LEGENDARIES LOOK LIKE SO I CAN SEE WHICH ONE I PREFER SO I CAN DECIDE WHAT VERSION OF THE GAME I'M GOING TO GET. I hope I prefer the Violet Legendary because I just prefer the colour violet over the colour scarlet and I kinda already decided on that version because I like the protagonist's purple clothing over the orange clothing. <3

All aboard the Hype Train, choo choo!

[ananxiousgardener]

Garden Log #4/17/2024 - Evening

I'm only a little annoyed that my browser crashed while I was writing this text post (I hadn't typed much yet), so I will try to write it out again. :P

For starters: drip irrigation kits! I understand why someone recommended just getting the cheapest one as a starter because it's really just a way to learn how to hook everything up and what pieces you actually need for your uses. I'm a little more than halfway finished with a basic setup and everything is working like it's supposed to.

As I was setting the tubing up, I did sneak some peeks at some of the things I've planted and I noticed at least one onion is shooting, the single garlic I moved the dirt around to check has rooted (I didn't know that's what garlic did and was checking for rot/dryness), the potatoes have all developed roots, and the two different dahlia roots I planted are also starting to grow new shoots even though I definitely thought I'd killed them by not watering enough on those random ass summer heat days. The cherry tomatoes are still alive, and the sunflowers are doing really great, as well.

The only thing (in the garden itself) not showing any progress are the marigold seeds, but a store-bought packet I found says the germination time is 10-14 days, and I only planted them a few days ago.

I think some of the catnip and rosemary I planted it starting to sprout, and my cabbage sprouts are looking really nice. When I get the drip irrigation set up I will try to transplant the cabbage/broccoli and plant lettuce, spinach, radish, beets, beans, and a bunch of miscellaneous herbs and flowers that are supposed to be good companions for more of the garden. I'm really excited to plant the white yarrow sprouts because even the seeds had an amazing smell, and hopefully my chamomile seeds will germinate soon, too.

I'm going to be a lot more careful with how I store my seeds this year so I won't have to spend so much on restocking again OTL

Oh! I forgot to mention because I'd already typed it out in my other text post attempt that I finally planted the seeds that needed planted! Finally!!! I do also plan to replant some herbs that are having trouble germinating from last year's seeds, but I won't need to go through as much trouble with the seed starting mix.

I also found a packet of Parisian Market carrots that I'm a little excited for because they basically look like orange radishes and should be easy to grow anywhere there's open space in the garden and I've never grown carrots before.

I'll need to make sure I get the electric fence put up tomorrow because the cats are trying to use my garden as a litter box and I'm also worried opossums or raccoons will bite or pull out my irrigation tubing or dig out the bulbs and tubers

The game-plan for tomorrow should be: 1) finish setting up irrigation, 2) finish setting up the electric fence, 3) plant whatever I remember to plant where spacing allows, 4) fix ripped greenhouse screen windows

I just found out that tumblr autosaves posts as drafts... but I already typed all this out and I'm not about to edit it all just for something I already went over.

[theretirementstory]

Bonjour toute le monde, I am still at home and am enjoying my garden. We had three days of gorgeous weather where the temperatures reached 20c, although I was doing a lot of washing and letting it dry outside I still managed to prune my roses, clear nettles from around the paniculata and cleared out the dead leaves and weeds from the peonies.

The delicious meal at the restaurant did not disappoint, I decided to have a starter and what a cracking choice it was, tartine of chèvre chaud with a salad made with apple, pears and more cheese, it was really delicious. I then had the filet of beef with pepper sauce, gratin dauphinois and green beans plus I still had room for the delicious exotic fruits with sorbet. It was certainly worth going as I really enjoyed it all.

I had to go to the hospital for a platelet transfusion on Monday and I thought I was never going to get home! Did they not realise we were having similar to toad in the hole for dinner!

“The Photographer” and I were still busy getting my affairs in order. The one thing that was most important to me was having a funeral plan in place. We went and got the estimate and then I had an appointment on Friday for it all to be finalised. That’s it, I have the paperwork, it’s all paid for and an additional burden removed from my sons’ shoulders.

For our last meal together, “The Photographer” drove us to Buffalo Grill. I didn’t feel as hungry as I had previously and couldn’t eat all of my steak but I still managed a slice of cheesecake which was delicious.

Then it was time for “The Photographer” to leave. I was waiting for a taxi, which didn’t show, to take me to the hospital for my PET scan. The lady said it hadn’t been booked 🤔. So I spent an extra hour with him as he drove me to the hospital for the scan. It was a long day for him but he returned home safe and well and we had spent a lovely nine days together.

As I said the weather was gorgeous and so I took advantage and got all of the bedding washed (it will soon be ironed and put away). I have my bag to pack for hospital tomorrow.

Lots of messages from friends, Anie, Pauline, Monique. Maud and Claudine in France, Mary, Val, Jo, Jackie and Miranda in the UK.

My gorgeous grandchildren have been with Daddy this weekend, what little cuties they are! I got gorgeous photos of my grandson and my granddaughter was in studious mode until she knew that her uncle was coming to visit and my goodness the smile on her face when she saw him was amazing. They were both sitting on his knee, just loving being with him. My grandson was using his uncle’s girlfriend’s phone to take selfies, cheeky little chap.

“The Trainee Solicitor” is still trying to do his work and prepare the office for a new member of staff (hopefully one arrives soon). It is full on busy and boy will he be glad of a four day weekend this coming week.

“The Reconnect Navigator” has been given her own cases and feels that things are moving along. She also had her first payday which is a great day in anyone’s book.

“The Jetsetter” returned from her trip to Bologna, Venice and Florence and I know that during the stay aperol was consumed and I imagine quite a bit of pasta too. I always think it’s great to get away at this time of year as it sets you up for the summer.

My hair has fallen out big style now, I look a little like a friar with my big round bald patch in the middle of tufts of hair. As I don’t have the next round of chemo until maybe another month, I think I will be bald for sometime (I am not really liking it!)

My first piece of music this week comes from the artist I know as Terence Trent D’Arby but who is now known as Sananda Maitreya. To choose between “If You Let Me Stay” and “Sign Your Name” has proven very difficult, I am going to go with “Sign Your Name” but why not listen to them both. This song was released in 1987, wow so long ago!

The second song, has quite a haunting melody, it’s “7 Seconds” by Youssou N’Dour ft. Neneh Cherry, it was released in 1994.

Now I really must go to the supermarket, I need to get some filters for my Brita water filter (other makes are available) and I would like to buy something tasty for this evenings meal.

I will wish you all a Bon Dimanche and leave you with the photos of the spring flowers and the cherry blossom.

[dearfeathers--lovelaz]

To My Dearest Feathers,

I had yet another strange dream last night. That's really all I've been having since you left. I guess it's better than having nightmares. Always feels like a fever dream... My dreams used to have meaning to them. I'd look them up and they would relate to what was happening in my life. But I honestly doubt that with these ones. Maybe that's what happens when your life becomes your worst nightmare-- Your brain makes up fantasies in order to escape reality.

I played Lego Avengers for about an hour earlier. I don't think you liked Lego games, honestly, so at least they are something I can play in order to get you off of my mind every now and then. It makes me glad that you only liked to play Minecraft using mods, whereas I couldn't stand mods. It means I can still play that without thinking of you, too.

Speaking of games, I bought Pathfinder: Kingmaker the other day. It was on sale, and I remember it being one of your favourites. I'll probably never play it... But maybe one day it can be a sign of healing. Finally playing the games that make me think so strongly of you.

I feel bad for the people who actually stuck around when you left, you know. All I do now is cry. The only times I'm not crying, I'm just... so angry. Not even at you, or at them, or even at the world anymore. Angry at myself. Should I have seen this all coming? I should have protected myself better. Maybe I should have never let you get close to me...

I wonder what you would think if you found this account. You never will, I know that. You'd have to know what to look for, for starters. Then you'd have to want to find it. But what if you did? Would you even realize it was my letters to you?

Who am I kidding. Of course you would. It isn't like I'm changing names or hiding details. The bigger question is if you would even care. What would you think? What would you feel? Would you even feel anything?

Would you read the posts I am making? Or just close the tab, forget it ever even existed? Would you think me pathetic? Obsessed, even? Hell, maybe I am... This is my way of coping with you leaving, I guess. Pretending you're reading these. Pretending you still care.

... Do you still care? Would you read these if you found them? Would you feel bad? Would you maybe bookmark the page, checking regularly for new posts? I doubt you would actually follow it... That would show you found it. And even if you do still care, I know you. You'd never let me know that.

Maybe part of me hopes you will, some day. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe 5 years from now. If it is that long, maybe I'll actually be okay again by then. Maybe I'll have finally played Kingmaker. Or maybe I'll have finally played Dwarf Fortress again. Or listened to The Magnus Protocol. Or finished Gravity Falls. Or... something.

I know I'll never forget you. It's not in me, to forget the people who have touched me so deeply. But maybe, hopefully, some day I can finally manage to be okay again. To leave the pain behind. To move on. Hell, maybe even to be happy. It's been decades since I've been happy...

Here's hoping that someday, I can be happy. Even if it's without you.

Love Always,

Laz

March 1st, 2024

[benkipo]

12/22 Terrarium Plot Twist

Spent the first part of my day getting my newly caught Finizen to be battle ready. Which involves ev training and evolving it of course! Went around the terrarium catching and exploring while I was at it too. I gotta say the environment design for the terrarium is pretty cool. I don’t love block aesthetic but the tunnels are so windy and so cool! All the nature just has a really interesting and cool flow to it all. Finally got Finn all caught up and she looks great on the team!

I head over to Drayton’s arena to begin the challenge. Love my team and I’m so ready to finally kick some Elite 4 butt! Drayton comes over and welcomes us and even pays out entry fee. What a homie!

He walks me over to the arena to explain his elite trial. It seems like all I gotta do is beat these three trainers. Easy peasy! Oh but wait… a catch… I am to only use Pokemon caught in the terrarium by me… I have 0 Pokemon on my main team that are from this terrarium. So I pretty much had to assemble a new team for this trial… so tedious but actually kind of exciting!

I scour my pc to see all the Pokémon I’ve caught in the terrarium to get the strongest of the bunch. Well at least what I know to be strong. Since I’m not a competitive battler by any means. I end up choosing Whimsicott since I know it’s a tailwind setter which is nice since I want my Pokemon to be fast. I pick up Metagross since it’s the only psuedo I caught in here and psuedos are always strong. I pick up Duraladon since it’s also a decently strong Pokemon. Flygon because I just used one not too long ago in Omega Ruby. I also go with my recently caught shiny Milcery which I will be evolving into Alchremie. I had one more slot. But since I haven’t boosted the Pokémon diversity in the biomes yet, I wanted to do that in case it’d let me get a starter. I chose the Sahara biome since I wanted a fire starter and assumed that’s what it’d give me. And I was kinda right. When you unlock it, it says charmander available now in that biome. So I caught one and made it my final member. All to do now was to train everyone up!

As I trained I realized a few other starters were unlocked but none I’d like to use so it didn’t matter too much. It’s really cool to see them in the wild though! It’s really weird since they’re usually handed to you by the professor in a lab.

Took a hot minute but the team is trained up, natures adjusted, abilities modded, and fired up! It’s funny how it’s just 4 giant monsters and two little fairies! But I love it and hopefully we’re set up to do well against the three! I honestly think this team might be better than my actual team since there’s actually some strategy in my team composition. But we’ll see since like I said, I am no competitive battler.

Overall it is cool how they showed off some strategies you can use via trainer battles in the terrariums and how all the battles are doubles. It’s a great introduction to competitive and something they should keep up in the future!

Hopefully tomorrow I can finally take on Drayton!

[saymynamekrp]

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[the-firebird69]

New Bayliner boats, $25,000 - $50,000 - Boat technical specs and model comparison - The Boat Guide

Firstly this is the cheapest design that they have it's not really a true Bayliner look it is a Bayliner model and we will build a line like this but not so many different boats that are the same boat maybe about Rider about the size a center console and a deck boat three. All about 21 ft and the bowrider with the outboard would be $10,000 and that's good to a price for a big boat like that the deck boat at 21 ft with the outboard would be about $9500 and the center's console but equipped as you see it's fully equipped believe it or not would be about 12000 with the outboard. Switch to IO and add $300 and it's pretty much the same but these are small boats and we're going to make them out of glass and it is cheaper and that's why the prices are such it takes nothing to build this type of boat there's only some controls and the outboard motor and we build less expensive outboard motors and it's going to be an actual Bayliner motor brand and they do have those. And the hall will be a bit deeper and more of a modified v and there won't be a skif-shaped hall it will all be modified v

We guarantee the prices are going to be within $500. We're working with Tommy Allen now and we're going to have a show that starts tomorrow and it goes all week long with Bayliner only

Thor Freya

Hera Zues I'm going to have to head this up too and I'm going to have the guys help and one of our sons hopefully we'll pick it and we already have some that are volunteering and we want them on board and the guys are going to help do it and they know why this is going to be exciting and having your son do it it's the best idea I've ever heard and daughter-in-law that's exciting

You know why it's an inexpensive boat company it's like a starter boat but it's really the top of the game which is what I'm all about

Savage opress may be very pleased if you bought one of our boats it's really a ship but I do get what you're saying it is a ship I think you have to have a license to pilot it but you guys can do that and that's very funny but no okay you're right

Olympus

[thearchivistsjournal]

Day 216,

The mists are out this morning.  Hopefully tonight won’t be as bad as last time.  With any luck, that will just have been because of the funeral.  It makes me wonder though, would I have a similar nightmare if someone living were to be taken by the shades?

At least Cass won’t be there to see whatever my state is tomorrow morning.  Maiko will be, but somehow I’m less worried about traumatizing her.

*******

Once Maiko and I had our fill of watching the mists for giants we started going over what she recalls of boat construction.  I have to say, there’s more fire involved than I expected.  Which is to say, I wasn’t expecting fire to be involved at all, but it made sense once she explained it as a way to hollow out the tree trunk.

All along I took more detailed notes of the process in my other notebook, so I’m not going to bother writing it all down here a second time.  As we talked through it though, Maiko started expressing doubts about the practicality of the project.  For starters, finding a suitable tree would require heading to the northern half of the island and I wasn’t really the woodsy type.  Stings a bit but I can’t argue there.  Then there’s the matter of both cutting it down if we can’t find one already fallen and transporting the log.  Maiko claims that her mother was even stronger than she is now and had better tools, proper metal ones that were lost with her when she disappeared.  We could try doing the shaping and burning there and then moving the finished boat to the north coast, but given that I’m arguably a sort of magnet for sprites and the Wandering God that might not be a great idea either.

Things to mull over and figure out at a later date I suppose.  It’s clear though that this isn’t going to be something I can do on my own.  I hate to admit it after my earlier “asking her to show me how and not build it for me,” but even if we were to pull in Lin, Vernon, and Cass, I suspect we’ll be relying on Maiko for much of the heavy lifting, figurative and literal.  If her stunt with the cart back when we were trying to get on the floating island was anything to go by, she's stronger than the rest of us put together.  Makes me wonder how she didn’t just break the door down back when we first met.  Maybe she was holding back?

I did ask more about Maiko’s mother and her tools.  She said that she never was sure where her mother got them, stolen from the Village or somewhere else.  But they had been living on a different island at the time they made her current boat.  They’d had another boat before then but it had been damaged badly enough in a storm that her mother decided to make a new one.  Or, that’s how she remembers it anyway.  This boat’s nearly as old as she is.

After that explanation and tangent we slipped into another one of those lulls that we’re prone to where it’s ambiguous if the conversation is over or not.

Several minutes later she added that she never had been able to figure out why they always kept coming back to this island though, given how much her mother warned her to stay away from the Village and its inhabitants.  They were staying here when her mother disappeared a few years back though, so that’s why Maiko had kept coming back.  She’d go to other islands every now and then to look for signs of others, but never too far, just in case her mother showed back up here again.

I didn’t know what to say to that.  I wanted to say something along the lines of being glad that she stuck around so I - and the others - got to meet her and be friends, but that just didn’t feel right.  Like I was taking her sorrow and making it about what was good for me.  So, sitting there in indecision I wound up saying nothing at all.

It was hours later as we were cleaning up dinner that she resumed the conversational thread without apparent prompting.  As she does.  Said that she felt foolish for waiting around so long for her mother to show back up when she obviously wasn’t going to.

This time I did speak up, if only to get out that I didn’t think she was being foolish and shouldn’t beat herself up over it.  Finding the words to elaborate on that took me somewhat longer.  First thing that I managed to come up with was that, lacking other information or clues to what happened to her or where she might have gone, regularly returning to the place she was last seen and other places she frequented were reasonable courses of action.  Just because a reunion was improbable, that didn’t make her a fool for holding onto hope of being reunited with a loved one.  And besides, if Maiko had never come back, then she wouldn’t have gotten to meet Lin.  Not part of the plan, but hard to say that’s a bad outcome.

Silence, followed by a simple “Thank you.”

I let her know she was welcome.  That I can’t do much, but if I can help friends when they’re hurting or being too hard on themselves, I try.

We didn’t say much else before mutually heading to bed for the night, but that’s normal for us.

And if I’ve stayed up overlong after that writing this entry, then it’s probably because I’m procrastinating on going to sleep and facing the Catacomb Depths.

Still, I need to do that sooner or later.  Better all in one night that I can repress and put out of mind for the next couple of weeks than dealing with the random flashes.

It probably won’t be as bad as last time.

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[wild-world-97]

Super late game recap because of Thanksgiving plans 🍗

November 23rd 2022

Wild vs Winnipeg Jets 🛬

Wild absolutely dominated possession, time in the offensive zone, and shots on goal. The offense finally woke up, including star players Kaprizov and Boldy getting goals early. 🌠

Moose got in on the scoring with 2 goals, though took a scary hit near the end of the game but seems to be ok. 🐮

Calen Addison on the verge of being scratched amongst a cold strech managed to get a goal, which will hopefully help his confidence and lead to a return to the electric Power Play we had for the begining of the season.

Mason Shaw continues to be such a fun story, netting another goal and ascending further to status of fan favorite, his hard work continues to pay off!

Props needs to be given to Gustavsson, he went 2-1 in his strech as starter while 🌸 nursed his injury, and outside of a terrible game against Pittsburgh, he has looked confident and solid in net. With Fleury back there can be more faith that Gustavsson will hold down the net whenever fleury isn't starting.

Not related to the game itself, the wild traded a 2025 5th round pick the morning of game day to the New York Rangers in exchange for Ryan Reaves. On the analytical front its a headscratching move, but his addition to the team will add a lot of physicality, as well as a deterrent for opposing teams taking cheap shots at Kaprizov. He is a solid teammates and has a reputation for being on teams that make deep playoff runs, so it will be interesting to see what he brings to the team. Welcome to Minnesota Ryan! (Hope it wont be too awkward sharing a locker room with Foligno after the home opener fight 😅)

Final score:

Wild 6, Jets 1

Next game is tomorrow November 25th at 1 PM against the Toronto Maple Leaves 🍁

It will be a real test to see what the Wild can do to slow down Matthews and Tavares

[dniifnotan]

drunk af but want to post. yesterday was pretty good and i managed to about reach my target of 1000 c deficit. had an ordeal having to get subway for lunch cos siblings but my parents weren’t home so it was alright and i could ditch some of it.

today was okay then i ate too much for lunch, frank so many calories in wine, and had a huge dinner. good news? it bougie as fuck do the portions were small. bad news? i had a puffins AND a starter . tbh i had a lot of fun with my family but it totally ruined my deficit .

i went for a walk and got 10 k steps which was good, but i’m sharing a room with my didbilings do i couldn’t do a workout. would probs fall over now if i tried anyways so whatever.

i’ll be doing this core thing almost every day cos i want to try doing trapeze or aerials in the future which is a good way to burn calories hopefully, and i’ll be starting that tomorrow which im looking forward to. i’ll upload what i tracked tomorrow or smth can’t be bother now.

reallyfucking oissed i ate so much, cos i definitely didn’t need so much at lunch, but also i 1. physically can’t purge it seems via vomiting and 2. i don’t want to seem like insecure to my parents so i ate too much at dinner as well . i’ll put my tracked stuff for yesterday tho.

hope it’s going better for all yous out there. sorry for the ramble i can’t be bothered to be concise .