#ypo

[mikrofwno]

Η πιο απροσδόκητη μουσική συνεργασία της χρονιάς είναι γεγονός!

Ο Λευτέρης Πανταζής συναντά τον Ypo, τον Ayman, τον Sugar Boy και τον Dj Valentino  στο «Θέλω Κι Άλλη», που κυκλοφορεί από την Panik Platinum μαζί με music video. Ο καταξιωμένος κι αγαπητός τραγουδιστής Λευτέρης Πανταζής, που έχει γράψει τη δική του ιστορία, συμπράττει με μοναδικούς και ταλαντούχους καλλιτέχνες από άλλα είδη μουσικής σ’ ένα «εκρηκτικό» track που συνδυάζει το λαϊκό με το rap και…

[healingwithsree]

Some Events leave a indelible mark on you and for the better. YPO Chapter - Great Lakes Africa. This event where I spoke about "Soul, Mind and Body Connections". Followed by Yatch Party with the group. Special thanks for Gautam Banka the learning officer of the chapter to identify the resource in me and having that faith. Thank You!! YPO - Is a an organization for Multi-Millionaires and Billionaires and the likes. People doing extremely well and I was addressing that group. Obviously the impact was huge even on me. I learned leadership, humility and genuinity. Hope I had made an impact on the thought process on some. Feeling extremely happy, satisfied and content and ready to learn and evolve. www.healingwithsree.com #YPO #wellness #wellnesscoach #wellbeing #thankful #soul #mindfulness #mindsetcoach #mindset #diseaseprevention #bodypositivity (at Al Habtoor Grand Hotel) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn1enAUtCdL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[wetbloodworm]

meet ypo! basically a warforged triton for cloud's new campaign. forged by hephaestus, now a follower of apollo, aspiring writer and lyricist.

[touchaheartnews]

Children's Day: VIJU gives out different products to Schools, NGOs, others - (Photos)

In the spirit of Children’s Day, VIJU Industries Nigeria in their usual practice gave out some of the company’s product to beneficiaries and this event took place at their premises situated in Ikeja industrial estate. Mr. Raphael Osiomwan, the brand manager on behalf of the management, welcomed and address different representatives of schools, churches, mosques and NGOs. He said that “Viju Milk…

[chacharcherry]

Yellow paint is evil.

[howtobeamagicalgirl]

Does anyone else get that thing where your limbs and face feel numb when you're drunk? My gf thinks I'm weird for it

[musingsofadisastergay]

one time when i was bored i made up my own version of hanahaki

[chaosandmarigolds]

I’m laying in bed and drastically bored so I present-

Whatever this could be classified as (fem!reader, (literally a millisecond mention of pregnancy) ypos cause it’s written on my phone :) )

Dad!Simon, who has a sick spouse and child at the same time and he doesn’t feel great either but he’ll DIE with that information

Simon who got sprite, saltines, and just about everything he could think of from the store and yet you and Ollie were still unable to keep anything down

You laugh it off, saying it happens every year, just a school bug and you’ll be fine in no time

Ollie is playing it up, he doesn’t feel good but as soon as he sees his father look worried and willingly offer him ice cream for breakfast- oh lil guy is going to Oscars for his performance

Simon who peppers kisses to your skin even though you every much tell him he will get sick- well tricks on you because he already feels sick

Simon who calls Missus Price for that soup she made that one time from like eight years ago (technically it had been for her husband John but John was unconscious at the time so Simon and Johnny had it-anyway-) when they were deployed and she delivered!

Missus Price, Eliza, who tsk tsks at the state of the Riley family and tells Simon to sit because good God everyone looked like they were on the brink of death and that would not do

So she happily tidies everything up, puts some defusers on to help the congestion, makes sure everyone takes their medication (has to literally threaten Ollie, but as soon as Grandad was brought up the child obliged) made two meals and put them away, did the laundry, and left a little note “Feel better, loves.” Before leaving around midnight that night.

Simon who really woke up feeling a lot better, stretching in the bed to find Ollie laying diagonally across the bed still fast asleep and you were no where to be seen- expect for leaning against the cold bathtub in the bathroom

Simon who groggily sits down next to you, eyes squinting against the light and moving you to lean into him

“This sucks.”

“I know, ‘a jus drainage though, it’ll go away.”

“Allergies suck.”

“Agree with ya.”

A few moments pass

“Your fever broke.”

You’re not wrong, but the way your rasped and hoarse voice mumbles it almost made him laugh, “Oh? Ho’ ya know?”

“You’re sweaty, that’s how. And olls-“

“Still sleeping.”

“Mmkay.”

Simon who would happily carry you to the ends of the earth but at the moment back to bed would do

Simon who went down to the kitchen to get your tea when he found the note, reading it and giving a silent thank you to whatever god sent him such a sweet woman- yet faltered when he sees the little blue and white box, it’s a sticky note attached saying “just in case”

Simon who didn’t think about and brought you the tea and turned on the tv, having you tucked under his arm and Ollie very groggily watching Bluey

(Yeah idk what this is, maybe I had too much melatonin. I’m so sorry you’re subjected to this. Anyway….thats it <3)

[csuitebitches]

Based on your recent post about how “looking the part won’t really help you fit in high net worth spaces”

Can you give some advice on what can help break into those spaces, as I don’t have a degree but I do have a decent job in finance and currently working my way up the career ladder.

It’s not going to be easy. No one is going to look your way if you don’t bring some value to the table. This depends on culture, but the easiest way to get into these spaces is either:

Befriending people like them somehow somewhere

Being at the top of a good organisation/ starting something of your own or something - basically meet the requirements to join YPO or EO. I know the CEO of a famous luxury brand and they literally started their journey from a small village. They have access to the top 10% of the world today because they climbed the ladder all the way to the top.

manage to date and marry someone who belongs in the circle

I can’t give you a formula because things vary culturally. I would say that it’s easier to get into the western high society than eastern ones.

[yellow-pikmin-posting]

give me tips on becoming leaf one pleas

goothere :))))

yuo go In There! inthe Onion hopethat helps do ypo want helpcan help you Go There <(n n)>

[easyrenpy]

Ren'Py Tutorial: Simple Inventory

Hello friends! In this tutorial, I'm going to show you how to make an easy inventory system for Ren'Py 8.1.3.

This inventory system will allow you to:

Create an icon, like a purse, to open and close the inventory.

Add inventory items, like coins, to the inventory.

Click on the inventory item to see a bigger version of the item.

Click on the item again to close the bigger version.

Let's get started!

Images Needed (save these in the "images" folder of your game):

inv_icon_closed.png - Inventory icon when closed

inv__icon_open.png - Inventory icon when open

inv_item1.png - Inventory item

inv_item2.png - Add inventory items as needed

inv_item1_big.png - A bigger version of inventory item 1

inv_item2_big.png - Add bigger versions as needed

inv_background.png - Inventory bar background

inv_overlay.png - Prevents the screen from being clickable while larger item is displayed (so the story does not continue)

Copy & paste into your script.rpy file:

# Add an init block to set up the initial state of the inventory

init:

    $ hovered_item = None # Nothing is hovered on

    $ inventory_open = False # The inventory is closed

    $ inventory = []  # The inventory is empty

# Controls what happens when you click on the inventory icon and when the icon is clicked, what appears (First Click: inventory bar, overlay, and items if there are any; Second Click: closes inventory)

label click_inv_icon:

    if not inventory_open:

        show screen inventory_overlay

        show screen inventory_bar

        show screen inventory_items

        $ inventory_open = True

$ renpy.pause(hard=True)

    else:

        hide screen inventory_overlay

        hide screen inventory_bar

        hide screen inventory_items

        $ inventory_open = False

$ renpy.pause(hard=False)

# Start label to start the game

label start:

    show screen inv_icon # Shows the inventory icon

    "This is a game." # Dialogue

    "With an inventory."

    "Here, have an item."

    $ inventory.append({

        "name": "item1",

        "image": "inv_item1.png",

        "display_image": "inv_item1_big.png",

        "description": "Description of item."

    }) # Adds the item to inventory within the game flow. You will have to copy this code and change the item information every time an item is acquired for the inventory.

    "Thanks."

Copy & paste into your screens.rpy file:

# Define the screen for displaying the larger image

screen large_item_display():

    zorder 15  # Set a higher zorder to ensure it's above other screens

    hbox:

        xalign 0.5

        yalign 0.5

        if hovered_item is not None:

            vbox:

                add hovered_item["display_image"] xalign 0.5 yalign 0.5

                text hovered_item["description"]  # Display the description

# Define the screen for the inventory overlay

screen inventory_overlay():

    zorder 4

    modal True

    add "inv_overlay.png"  # Adjust the image and size as needed

# Define the screen for the inventory bar that displays when the inventory is open

screen inventory_bar():

    zorder 5

    hbox:

        spacing 10

        xalign 0.0  # Adjust the X-alignment as needed

        yalign 0.0  # Adjust the Y-alignment as needed

        add "inv_background.png" size (1280, 100)

# Define the screen for the inventory items

screen inventory_items():

    zorder 10  # Set a higher zorder to ensure it's above other screens

    vbox:

        xpos 100 ypos 10

        for item in inventory:

            imagebutton:

                idle item["image"]

                action If(hovered_item != item, [SetVariable("hovered_item", item), Show("large_item_display")],

                           [Hide("large_item_display"), SetVariable("hovered_item", None)])

            text item["name"]

# Define the screen for the inventory icon

screen inv_icon():

    zorder 7

    hbox:

        xalign 0.0  # Adjust the X-alignment as needed

        yalign 0.0  # Adjust the Y-alignment as needed

        imagebutton idle "inv_icon_closed.png" hover "inv_icon_open.png" action Call("click_inv_icon")

And there you go! This is a simple and customizable way to create an inventory for your Ren'Py game!

Drop a note if you run into any problems. :)

[3nding]

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[bueris]

I FUCKING HATE YPO GLUE STICKS THEY SUCK SHIT

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[shshshshshowrunner]

It was late. It was very late. 

[Name Redacted] was snoring loudly on the bed. He hadn’t forced her to come out from under it. She was afraid. As he’d been falling asleep, his breath was interspersed with chuckles, if that was the right word for something that sounded so sinister. 

Last night- earlier that night, she supposed- had been close. Too close. She was stupid for trying to contact them. She should have known better than to listen when he read what they said out loud. 

What they said had made her feel safer. Less alone. Of course it had. And she let her guard down. 

When Xigbar- he didn’t read the url but she knew- pointed out the mousepad, she’d laughed. 

Of course she did. 

That had been a mistake. As soon as it was out, she’d ducked for cover. He hesitated in retrieving her (which was odd) and then when he did eventually grab her, he stopped before really hurting her. She was unharmed, minus some pulled hairs. Which was stranger.

And then he chuckled. 

Peeking out from under the bed, she saw a sliver of light coming from… the door? Did he leave the door open?

There must be. There must be. Flour on the floor. So he could see if she. Or some other thing. It had to be a trap.

She stared at the light. 

What choice did she have?

[Name Redacted] was sleeping on the right side of the bed, which was odd. So much was odd. It left her a clear path to just go. 

This was a trap.

But what choice did she have?

Maybe. Maybe Xigbar had threatened him. With his true name. To let her go.  That sounded. That sounded possible. Maybe this wasn’t a trap. He’d said he was coming. He’d said he cared about her (“cannonball”).

She crept out from under the bed.

Stranger and stranger. Her phone was on the left bedside table. Where she could reach. Where she could reach and [name redacted] couldn’t. 

And her bag. Not hidden. The sash, in plain sight. 

He must have done something. What, she didn’t know. She thought about it as she silently collected her items and tiptoed (not that she should do anything else) towards the door. 

Yes. He must have. He must have. Well, she wasn’t sure what he must have done. But something. He’d done something to help her.

It was more than she’d ever gotten before. Outside help was not something she was used to. 

An apartment door with her name on it, down the hall. Key in the lock. 

She carefully scraped the letters off of the door and wrapped them in the sash. They’d said “Showrunner”, not [OMITTED LAYER 2] or even [LAYER 1], which she appreciated. But there was no use in letting [name redacted] know where she was if he didn’t plan this. If it really was just an escape. 

She entered the apartment, firmly locking the door behind her and then pushing a nightstand up against it. She was alone. She was safe. 

She pulled the curtains on the window tightly closed and then got out of that gods-forsaken wedding dress. As if she would ever wear something like that willingly. 

Curling up in the blankets (on the left side of the bed), she pulled out her phone and- damn, right, the fucking- 

Getting out of bed and pulling out the potato battery she’d hidden in her makeup wipes, she sat back on the bed and pulled the blanket over her like a cloak. 

She clumsily opened tumblr (for some reason it was easier than using the built-in texting- too many buttons for her to accidentally misclick- and navigated to- ugh. There were the posts he’d made. She couldn’t scroll well enough to delete them. Maybe she’d ask Xigbar to report them for community guidelines violations. Surely they qualified. Even under the new rules. 

But if they were reported- ah, better safe than sorry. She’d make a new blog. That one (however much she was fond of that url) was tainted, anyway. 

It took her about 30 minutes, but she managed to make a new account- @shshshshshowrunner , and then did some privacy work before navigating to Xigbar’s ask box (and following, of course), and typing the following:

“Xbbar dod ypo dp sonetbing?? Om ob a dpfferwbt apaprntnent amd om sake fpr no pw. Male a nrw blos. Amsnwe tbos adle provahgeky pleas. Amd report all pf hos posts pm mu pld be lood. Bock jom please. Om not bsdly knhiroed. Pbly mt war. Amd mu hapr. Ir cpmmwnt anput thw mpthspad wzd dfimmy byq.

Spull camt scrppl

-jdodkoe”

Looking back on it, even she wasn’t quite sure what it said. But he would know. He always seemed to know. 

Sure enough, less than two minutes later, she got her reply:

“I promised I'd get you out of there doll

   He's not gonna hurt you anymore. I got him to back off. Permanently.

   Ill report it all. Especially the stuff you're in dont worry

  Glad you think im funny tho lmao”

  She smiled. He got her out of there.

  Of course he did. 

  A pause.

  She could probably even venture to,,,

  She clumsily clicked on the texted reply. It brought up “Unsaved Number” (yyy-yyy-yyyy). And next to that… the call icon…

Feeling brave, she clicked it. And then tried again, because she missed. It took above seven tries but then she heard it ring.

She held it up to her ear, crossing her fingers-

"Hey, doll."

She let the breath she’d been holding out, “Hey!” She let out a relieved laugh, “Hey.”

"Good to know he actually listened to me." His voice had a tinge of relief to it. "Promised I'd get you out." 

Her smile fell like a ton of bricks, “L- listened to you? You mean, when you… threatened him?”

"I let him know exactly what would happen if he didn't let you go. Still planning on killing him eventually, but he doesn't have to know that."

“It’s a good thing you didn’t get the chance- our life forces are tied. Something this tournament runner is doing. I think it’s cruel.”

"... Shit, yeah, it is a good thing. Honestly, I don't know if I would've been able to stop myself from just taking him out the second I saw the bastard."

He paused.

"It's not just cruel, it's weird. I guess insurance to keep the couples from killing each other?"

“Maybe,” She said, cringing at the word ‘couples’. She paused, and there was a moment of silence.

“Look,” She said, “I don’t- I don’t- it’s not your fault. That I- that he- that i-” she couldn’t quite get the words out. Her brain felt like cotton. Tired, probably. The last time she’d fallen asleep had been in her apartment in the arena, “I- because you texted me, or taunted him, or because I laughed at the- the mousepad, I don’t want- it’s not-”

The words died in her brainfog.

“I’d have rathered you text me and I get hurt than you not text me and I don’t. If that makes sense.” She sounded like it didn’t, to her.

"... I missed you, too." 

She inhaled sharply. And didn’t answer. For a while. Thinking.

“You know,” She said at length, “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard that.”

  "Hopefully I won't have to say it too much," His voice sounded playful. "Any more rescues like this, and I might have to start charging you."

The smile that had died at the beginning of the conversation returned, “What, is this too difficult for you? Sounds like a skill issue to me.”

"As if. This is just sooooo much time, and energy, and having to talk to people that drive me insane, …" He trailed off, mumbling something under his breath.

She checked the charge on her phone- 70%- and then set the potato battery aside and layed down in bed, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. She didn’t need to sleep as much as other people did, but she did still need it. Same with food, which- the thought back- gods, had the last thing she’d had to drink been swamp sauce? Embarrassing. If asked, she’d lie and say it had been something with more flavor. 

“Insane, yeah?” She said with a yawn, not really expecting an answer. Just wanting to keep him talking.

"You had me talking to Sora. I swear if I hear that kid start talking about friendship one more time…"

She faintly frowned in confusion, “You were making fun of [name redacted] with Stanley and talking to Sora? At the same time?”

"No, I talked to him earlier. That's what you were saying with the emojis, right?"

She couldn’t help it. She laughed. 

“Right?”

She laughed, not feeling the dread she had felt the last time the sound had escaped her lips. Struggling to speak, she said, “Darling, no, I was making fun of him. Clown shoes,” She giggled, “But I appreciate it.”

She got herself under control, “I really do. You anticipated me. The second reference- the clown shoes picture I had him send- that was ‘Talk to Sora’. You were ahead of the game,” She smiled, “I figured- well I don’t know much about keyblades, but they’re magic, right? And they’re keys? He was keeping the apartment door locked, I was hoping maybe he could use it to let me out. Is that something he could do? Do keyblade do that? What even is a keyblade? Where are you from? I’ve never seen a demigod that could teleport before.”

"Demigod? I'm not- What are you talking about?" He paused again. "I can't tell you all that. Not yet. But I can tell you that the keyblade would've been able to open the door, yeah. … You know I have one too, though, right? I could've just done that myself."

Another pause. 

"'Darling', huh?" She could hear the shit eating grin in his voice. "Keep callin' me that and I might just let this slide." 

“How was I supposed to know you have a keyblade? You never use it,” She said, remembering returning his arrowguns (and then her pointing one of those guns at him because she thought he was [name redacted] [what she wouldn’t do for an arrowgun]), “And you only mentioned it in relation to Sora- if you have a keyblade, why did you need me to return the-?”

"Honestly? Arrowguns are more fun for me. … Also I don't need the Master's disembodied eye watching my every move, but… that's a story for another time."

“Master?” She asked, instantly worried, “Like-” She paused in confusion. She was too tired and hungry for this, “Is this someone you need taken care of? The kins, they could-”

"Relax. It's not like that. It's mostly classified information, but the most I can say is he's kind of my teacher. Or at least, he was. For now it's a sort of gray area."

“I know about gray areas,” She muttered, rubbing the bruise on her shoulder, “How- if- Sora has one, is the Master watching him? Or?”

"No, he can only see through the keyblades with his eyeball implanted in them. It's gross. I've always thought it was gross. I don't want to carry around someone else's eyeball." 

She idly thought of his eyepatch, and the scar. She was silent for a while. She could hear the faint sound of his breathing through the other end of the line.

“As long as you’re safe,” she yawned again, “Anyway-” She frowned, trying to think back- “Oh, right,” She said tiredly, “Demigod. You’re a Janus kid, right? You have-” (yawn) “-you have that vibe.”

"I have no idea what you're talking about, doll. Maybe you should get some sleep." 

“Oh come on,” She muttered, “You’re all about doors, and- and-” she yawned “And you can go through them. ”

"That is how doors work, yeah."

She giggled, “I can’t explain it right now… you know Percy and water?”

"... No? Did you take the swamp sauce with you or something-"

“You don’t know about Water Boy? Mr. Hurricane? Blew up Mt. St. Helens? Mr. Turned down Immortality? Mr. Walked Through Hell?”

A pause.

“Why did you think I needed Annabeth as leverage? I couldn’t handle Percy on my own,” She yawned, “He could beat me even with the force field nerf.”

A pause.

“He’s a son of Poseidon? Water go brr?”

"... I'm starting to think I should've taken his threats more seriously."

She let out a laugh, “No, no, it’s all part of the bluff. Act more powerful than you are and he’ll believe it,” she smiled, “That’s what i’m doing with the- with the theatrics! The forcefield, the army, the- the you- you know, my mother, Aphrodite-”

“What?”

A pause, “Xigbar, I thought you looked up my name.”

"I looked up his. Found yours by mistake. … That reminds me, I said the next time we talked I'd tell you something. My name – it's Braig."

“Braig,” She said, trying out the way it sounded, really stretching it out, “Braig. [OMITTED LAYER 2]. Braig. Are you scottish?”

"Italian, I think."

“Hm,” She said, and then repeated quietly, “Braig.”

A pause.

“Wait.”

A pause.

“Hold on.”

She was holding back a laugh now.

“Wait wait wait. Did you rearrange your name and then stick an ‘X’ in there? For what, fun? Spice?”

"As if. I didn't have anything to do with that development. Something my old boss did. Stupid loyalty thing. It really just gave him a way to track everyone. … Don't worry, he's been dead a while now."

A pause.

“What name should I use? For you?”

"I don't mind either. Just- Keep to Xigbar around the others."

“Okay. Okay.”

Pause.

“Braig, were you in a cult?”

"Pretty much. That's where I got the coat- Everyone wore one. I was there for like, 12 years."

She was silent for a moment.

“12 years is a long time.”

"I guess when you're thinking about it in the present. In the grand scheme of things, it's not that long. Been alive way longer."

“Got a number?”

"Lost track after a few hundred years. I don't know. Maybe around 2,000 ish? If I had to ballpark it? Old enough."

“Brave of you to keep track that long,” Her smile turned into a yawn, “I lost track after, what, 50? Add 20 to that, then add the rise and fall of Rome, then the dark ages, and then that thing with the- with the boats? When they found the- the “new world”- not new, but you get it. Then tack on, what, 600? I don’t know why i’m trying to do math. I’m like 2,000, too. Ish.”

"... You aged a lot better than I did." 

She let out another laugh, “You try being carved by someone who doesn’t want you to age,” Then realizing that got dark, she pivoted, “I think you look good.”

"You do, huh?" He chuckled a bit. "Good to know, doll."

“What were we talking about? Before age? Oh, demigods. My mother- ‘’’’’’’’mother’’’’’’’’,” She said, and you could hear every quote, “She didn’t even give me any powers? Rude, right?”

"I know what you mean. I had to get what I do on my own."

She yawned, “I mean- like- you know how I just described Percy? Motherfuck he got powers. Like the only thing he can’t do is, like, keep his footing? Fuck’s up with that? I don’t even have charmspeak. Charmspeak. Even Percy thinks I should have charmspeak, he accused me of using it on Stanley.”

"I don't know what charmspeak is."

“Imagine, if, like, you wanted some kind of thing, yeah? And you went up, and you said ‘Hey, you want to give me that so bad you look stupid’, and it, like, worked? But then it wore off. I don’t even have charmspeak. Do you know how easily i could have gotten away from [name redacted] if I had charmspeak? ‘Hey, kill yourself’ and boom! I’m free. But nooo, little [LAYER2] was made to be one thing and one thing only, a [censored], and let me tell you, when he started getting old- like not you old, you’re fine, and you will continue to be fine, but- he sent you a picture, yeah? He aged backwards since i last saw him, last i saw him he was, like, fuck, 90? And he was all like grab grab and i was like ‘kill yourself’ but I Don’t Have Charmspeak! It’s not that hard! Just- I mean, she brought me to life, i was a statue, she can bestow that miracle and- fuck, i don’t know, whatever else, but I don’t get the power of Extra Pretty Please?”

A pause.

“You know what? Now that i’m thinking about it, I think I only said yes to Stanley and Cesare asking please because I’m salty. Team ‘They Said Please’ what about I Say Please? Do I Not Get To Say Please? If I can’t give them charmspeak the least I can do is say yes when they ask not to die,” She rolled her eyes, “even, like, Annabeth- Athena doesn’t give her kids, like, powers powers, but Annabeth can still, like, weave really good and survive trudging through Tartarus. I’m over here, fuckin, I don’t know, Pleaseless. Fuck.” 

She stretched out on the bed with a yawn, “Is that too much to ask?”

"... It worked on me."

“Hey, now, don’t say that. No magic involved, I don’t have it. Fucks that quote?- ‘Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnished tale deliver- of my whole course of love: what drugs? What charms? What conjuration? And what mighty magic? For such proceeding I am charged withal- I won his- fuck, Xigbar, I guess. Hey, that even fits with the meter. Anyway don’t worry I didn’t use the magic I don’t have on you, alright?”

"That's not what I meant, doll."

Her brain felt like cotton, and she frowned, “...fuck were we talking about?”

"Go to sleep already," he laughed. "You sound half dead."

“If you- don’t you dare hang up the phone or i’ll say please myself out of the window,” She yawned. And paused. “Stay on the line with me? And then maybe if he comes in, if you hear him, you can yell in my ear real loud and I can fight him off? Or we could just hang out. On the phone i mean. Not me and [nickname redacted], obviously, that’s so dumb-”

Xigbar laughed, “[nickname redacted]? Like the animal?”

“He is one!” She said, “He is one. You should hear him when he-” A pause “-nevermind. Stay on the line? You can go to bed, too, just keep the call open? Please?”

"Okay, doll. Promise."

“Okay. Okay,” She was surprised at how calm she was. Not 30 minutes ago she was cowering for her life. “Okay,” She yawned, “Okay.”

“Having fun with that word?”

“Silence, goon.”

He laughed, and she stretched out to go to sleep. 

Safe. She was safe.

[weirdlizard26]

WILL I FORGOT TO TELL YPO my class in on the highest floor and today during literature a bird landed on the window at the start of the class and stayed there during the whole thing. It kinda looked like a pigeon, its front side+wings were completely white but it had black feathers on its back and it had a beautiful bright orange beak+legs. It was also soaked as fuck(it was raining)

OOOO THATS INTERESTING. i wish i was more well-versed in birds world-wide so i could try to identify it!!!! but it sounds very pretty from ur description its so cool that u got to see it!!!