#[[ I didn't expect to get scheduled for an early Sunday but it is what it is ]]

[cosmicdreamt]

[[ I have one more reply to do for tonight and then I'm gonna work on some art stuff. Mayhaps I'll do an art stream tomorrow after laundry so you guys can join me in getting Neff's deity design done uwu

I'm hanging out with a friend on Friday, hanging out with my dad on Saturday, and Sunday I have work until 3pm. After that I'll be around the rest of the week :> ]]

[azrielbrainrot]

Loose Lips and Big Feelings

Pairing: Band Member!Azriel x College Student!Reader

Description: Azriel gets a little drunk and you take care of him.

Warnings: Alcohol?

Word Count: 2320

Notes: This is a little short but very cute. As always, this is part of the band au but you can read it as a standalone. Also I decided the boys make early Arctic Monkeys type music because imagining Azriel singing 505 sounds delicious. Hope you enjoy!

Band AU Masterlist

The bar was already packed with drunk people by the time you arrived. It was so full you were surprised they even let you in, you had to take a deep breath, readying yourself before diving into the sea of people. Finding Azriel and his friends was going to be harder than you thought, you might have to text him again. The situation was somewhat nostalgic to the first time you set foot in this bar, the same night you met Azriel. It's amazing how much things have changed in a matter of months.

Someone was doing a cover of a song you recognized on stage, it almost made you want to hum along and enjoy it for a bit, but you needed to get to Azriel's table first. You couldn't really see the woman singing on stage aside from her striking ginger hair and blue dress, but her voice was truly amazing. You could definitely understand why everyone was so excited to see her. You'd have to ask Azriel if he knew her, maybe try to see one of her shows properly.

You hadn't actually planned on coming tonight, Azriel and the boys weren't even playing and you'd rather sleep away the week. In fact, an hour ago you had been sitting at your desk hoping to get enough progress on an essay so you could completely free up your Sunday to rest and lay in bed all day. But, when a mildly intoxicated Azriel texted you, asking you to meet up with him at the bar, you couldn't resist the offer.

It's not often he asks you outright to meet him, always so conscious of your hectic schedule and workload, even your recent aversion to social outings. So you couldn't really deny him the one time he actually did. You were also a bit curious to see what had him so excited, his happiness was extremely contagious, and admittedly a bit curious to see what he's like when he's drunk, if your intuition had been right then he was close to wasted when he sent you those texts littered with typos.

He had told you that they were sitting at the table by the big red poster, you were pretty sure you knew which one he meant, but unfortunately it was close to the stage which means it would be difficult to get to it while the performance was happening. You were caught between excuse me’s and apologies when you finally caught sight of familiar broad shoulders and luscious tied back hair.

Even when they're not on stage, they're hard to miss. Cassian is at least a head taller than the crowd, so even when he's sitting down you can always count on finding him. He's the first one to notice you as well, greeting you with a shout of your name, somehow audible over the music, and a big grin, as you keep trying to gently push your way through the crowd to get to them.

You find the three of them tucked into the sofas by the table Azriel told you about. Apparently being one of the performing bands gave you access to the best seats in the bar, you always got stuck with the regular chairs. As you get closer to the table you notice Morrigan and another girl you haven't met before were also present.

“You came,” Morrigan yelled excitedly as soon as you got up to the table. It seems they're all drinking tonight, the table is full of grins and flushed cheeks.

“I did,” you chuckle at the overenthusiastic greetings from everyone at the table. A familiar scarred hand reaches out for yours immediately, tugging on it so you would sit down next to him. It's not missed on you the eyebrows the gesture raises, you've learned that he's not always forthcoming with letting people touch or hold his hands so you're sure they didn't really expect him to do it so easily. They probably didn't know Azriel told you everything either.

The sofas were small so it was a tight fit as you sat down right next to him, having no other option but let your leg comfortably rest on his, the feeling of his rough jeans on your bare skin making you giddy for some reason. His arm comes around your waist straight away so his hand settles on the side of your thigh, pulling you even closer into him.

The gesture makes you look up at him, his face a lot closer than you expected, you could feel his breath hit your skin and if you moved even an inch closer your nose would bump against his. The smile he gives you almost takes your breath away as you let out a soft greeting, “Hi.” You're surprised he even heard you, if you weren't so close to each other he wouldn't have been able to over the music, but he throws the same word back at you, in the same whispered tone you used, as his smile widens, eyes not making any effort to leave yours.

“So this is Azriel's friend,” the girl you haven't met before says, with a tone that suggests she's heard a lot about you. The thought of Azriel or any of the boys telling anyone about you has your heart skipping a beat. Her voice also cuts through the spell you and Azriel seemed to be locked in, finally breaking eye contact with him so you can answer her. But, as you look back to the table, you become more than aware that everyone just witnessed your little moment and the smirks on their faces make it hard to play it off.

“This is Amren. She's our manager,” Rhysand explains before you have to ask, a shit eating grin growing on his face as he takes in the flushed state of yours.

“Nice to meet you,” you try to keep your voice leveled but even to your ears it sounds breathless. You swallow softly and try to move the conversation along as Azriel starts rubbing small circles over your skirt, “You didn't tell me why you're celebrating.”

“Rita just told us she's doubling our performances at the bar,” Azriel explains, a little slur noticeable in his voice.

“Really?” You turn back to him as he nods again with a big grin on his face. He looked really excited to share the news with you.

“She's giving us a raise too,” Cass adds, and then looks back at his mostly empty cup and then at your empty hand, “We need to get you a drink.” You stop him before he can get up. “I think I'll be the responsible one tonight and stay sober.” The disappointed reactions around the table make you laugh but also accept that you'd be the babysitter tonight, they were all bordering on wasted already.

As the night went on, everyone only got progressively drunker. It seems like since they can't usually drink too much when they have to perform, they took the opportunity that everyone was here to party as much as they could. Even Azriel, who you never really saw drinking, was talking and laughing like you've never really seen him. He's more of a quiet guy most of the time, preferring to listen rather than entertain. It was nice to see him let loose a little.

The bar was getting quieter since the performance had ended a while ago and the big majority of the attendees started filtering out shortly after. The only people that were still around were ones that were as drunk as your present company. You didn't really mind being sober though, Cassian had brought you some sort of juice so you had something to sip on, and as loud as they were, they were easy drunks to deal with.

Amren had left right after the performance ended with a warning not to stay up too late since they had practice tomorrow. You got the sense she wasn't too much of a crowded bar person but she seemed nice enough. After that everyone else seemed to leave one by one, you tried to keep track of them, not wanting them to end up in trouble as drunk as they were, but as you saw Morrigan making out with a pretty girl with long black hair on the dancefloor your worry subsided.

This also left you alone with Azriel, who has been a lot more talkative and touchy than he usually is. At this exact moment, he was telling you a story, that you lost track of about halfway in, and holding one of your hands in between his, as he played with your fingers, twisting and turning the rings you were wearing. He has also not made any move to sit away from you even though you were the only remaining people at the table, your leg really didn't need to be thrown over his. Azriel was a clingy drunk and your cheeks hurt from smiling at the realization.

You were pondering on how to stop him so you could take him home. It was getting really late and you've already gotten almost unreadable texts from everyone saying they left. He had also told you he had work today so he has to be exhausted. But you didn't have the heart as you watched him excitedly continue on with his story.

At some point, he notices you weren't really following along and just stops, tilting his head to the side slightly. Your smile only widens at the sight. “What?”

“You're cute when you're drunk,” you admit.

“I think you're cute all the time,” he retorts without missing a beat, making your face heat up.

You always had a hard time telling yourself to keep your feelings for him platonic, but between the boyish smile, the flirtatious comments and the lingering touches, it was getting close to impossible to achieve today. “And flirty,” you struggle out.

“Only with you.” Cauldron. You really needed to get him to sober up and take him home.

You get up to do just that and within ten minutes, you're out of the bar and waiting for an uber by the same empty parking lot you usually find yourself in when you come out. He's also a pretty obedient drunk it seems. All you had to do was grab his hand and he looked like he was ready to follow you anywhere your heart desired. You were so glad you chose not to drink because your heart was definitely giving you ideas and your brain was the only thing stopping you.

Azriel was still holding onto your hand and you honestly had no intention of letting go of him. You couldn't really take your eyes off him. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were flushed, the low lights of the bar hasn't let you really take in the sight. Some of his hair was sticking to his forehead and that same boyish smile hasn't left his face all night. No one should be allowed to look this good when they're drunk.

“Remember when we met here?” His words were starting to sound a bit clearer, maybe the cold air was helping him sober up a little or he was just getting tired. You think he told you he had work today and it was already late.

“Of course. It only happened a few months ago.”

“Feels like I've known you my whole life,” he says as he looks down at your linked hands, running his thumb softly over your skin.

“We didn't meet here though,” your voice seems to bring him out of his thoughts, his eyes finding yours, “You gave me back my keys when we were still inside.”

His smile turned a little shy at that. “I'm not sure that counts. I was running late and barely said anything,” he says rubbing the back of his neck, “I was beating myself up over it the whole show.”

“I…” you hesitate for a moment, unsure if he'll remember anything come morning. unsure if you'd want him to, “I was having a really bad day when we met, didn't even really want to come out, but I'm really glad I did, even though I got a massive headache out of it. If I hadn't come I wouldn't have met you. And I can't really imagine my life without you now.”

You tighten your hold on his hand and use it to pull him a little closer to you, close enough that you have to crane your neck back to be able to keep looking up into his eyes. “I think you came into my life at the perfect time, Azriel,” you smile up at him.

The emotion that crosses his face is so overbearing it's impossible to miss or confuse for anything else than adoration and… something more, something you've been trying to ignore for far too long. Gods, you really wish he was sober.

He raises his hand to cup your cheek softly, rubbing his thumb over your warm skin. “I think so too, princess,” he whispers, looking at you like he can't believe you're real. You've noticed the nickname only comes out when it's just the two of you and at times like this, when it seems he doesn't even realize he's said it, like he's been holding himself back from doing it regularly.

You could have stayed here, looking up at his beautiful hazel eyes all night, but it doesn't take long for a black car to come to a stop a few feet away from you, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts. You almost forgot you were still outside the bar, still needed to take this big drunk bat home. Taking a step back, you tug on his hand once again, so he can follow you to the car. “Come on, Azzie. We need to get you home.”

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[lucy90712]

hi love

can we get something with hector fort and f1 or f2 driver reader and fans shipping them ?:)))

This weekend is a special weekend for me it is the first time that my boyfriend is coming to watch me race. Hector and I have known each other since we were kids and we have been dating now for almost a year. He has been there for me throughout my racing career from when I did karting to when I first made it to formula 4 and even now that I've made the jump to formula 2. He hasn't been able to watch me race in f2 yet though as our schedules just haven't aligned either I'm halfway across the world or he has a match to play. He has also made a breakthrough into Barcelona’s first team this season which is why he's been so busy and missed some of my races but I don't care about that I'm just so proud of him and everything he's achieved. That being said it will be nice to have him here this weekend as I'm convinced I race better when he's here. 

He couldn't make any of the practices and qualifying or our sprint race as he had to be in training but now that it's Sunday he's here to watch the feature race. Even just knowing he's going to be here has motivated me to perform to my very best all weekend and so far it's paid off as I have had my best performances of the season. I qualified 3rd on the grid and finished 4th in the sprint race yesterday so I'm feeling good about today's race. I really want to win the feature race as it would be my first win and at my home race and with Hector here it would just be perfect. 

Hector arrived late last night but I couldn't see him as I had to get to sleep as I had to be up early to get to the track. I didn't expect to see him until I was at the track but when I woke up he text me asking when and where I was having breakfast so he could join me. By the time I was ready he was already waiting for me in the hotel lobby so we could do to the track and eat there a thats what I'm supposed to do. When we arrived there was hardly anyone there other than the other drivers and engineers which was really nice as I always hate when there's people everywhere. A few of the other drivers stopped us a we were heading to the catering tent to talk to Hector which I knew would happen but when it's not busy it's ok. 

While we had breakfast my phone was going crazy next to me but I ignored it because I wanted to enjoy my time with Hector before the stress of the race. Eventually it got so annoying that I had to see what was going on and I had hundreds of notifications from our driver group chat talking about me and Hector and thousands of Instagram notifications of new followers and tags in posts. As it turns out it wasn't as empty here as I thought as there was a number of pictures of me and Hector together in the paddock some just stood with each other and others holding hands. We have never made our relationship public knowledge as we didn't need to before but now it's been done for us. 

This was the last thing I needed before a race as instead of getting ready and getting myself in the right mindset I'm sat scrolling through Instagram comments and Twitter seeing what people have to say about me. Of course half of the stuff is hating me because I took their favourite footballer off the market which I saw coming but it still hurts to see what people say. I was so in my own world managed I didn't even notice anyone enter my drivers room until someone had taken my phone out my hands. 

"You need to forget about everything that's happened amor this isn't going to help you get ready for the race" Hector said 

"I know but I can't stop myself I want to know what everyone thinks of us because right now nothing is confirmed and they already hate me" I said 

"They can hate you all they want I'm happy and I love you so what others think shouldn't matter if anything you should want to go out there and prove to these people that you are more than just my girlfriend" Hector said 

"You're right I need to get myself ready to win" I said 

"That's the spirit I'm going to delete social media from your phone so you can focus on the race and later we can figure things out together" he said 

"Now go out there and make yourself proud" he encouraged 

He held me and gave me a kiss before leaving me so I could get my helmet on and take my car to the grid. Usually on the grid I'd get back out of the car but this time I stayed sat there getting myself ready. Hector is right I need to go out there and prove to myself that I'm better than all of those people say I am and I'm more than just his potential girlfriend. It feels more important than ever to do well in this race but to do that I need to be focused as f2 is incredibly chaotic. 

The race was chaos as I thought it might be in the first corner lots of people tried to overtake when they couldn't but luckily I managed to come out without any damage and without losing my position. From then it was about managing until my pit stop then it was time to work on moving forward. I overtook the driver in front of me not long after my pit stop then I had the mission of getting the gap in front of me down which wasn't easy as it was a good few seconds. As I was working on keeping a steady but quick rhythm with my lap times I got a radio message from my team saying that the driver in front of me had crashed so now I was in the lead with a 2 second gap behind me. There was still 10 laps left but all I had to do was be careful and keep to my target lap time which isn't too difficult. 

Then it happened I crossed the line in first place which didn't feel real until my team came on the radio congratulating me and all I could do was scream with excitement. I did it I actually did it I won my first race after all of the crazy things that have happened today. My hands were shaking like crazy as I stopped the car in front of the little first place board they have in the pit lane I could barely get myself out of the car I was just so overwhelmed but when I saw my entire team and Hector standing there waiting for me I somehow got my strength back and ran towards them. I was thrown in the air while everyone patted my back or my helmet to congratulate me. When my feet were back on the ground I took my helmet off and hugged Hector tightly as he was stood off to the side of my team. 

"I'm so proud of you you were amazing out there" he said 

"Thank you what you said earlier really motivated me I would've been a mess if you didn't take my phone off me" I said 

"Don't put your achievement on me you did that all on your own I'm just here to support you" he said 

"Well I still want to thank you for supporting me I'm so happy you are here to witness my first win" I said 

He didn't say anything back he just kissed me which we both knew was on camera but at this point who cares. Right now all I want is to celebrate my win with my boyfriend so to me it doesn't matter if people see and what they say because they don't know us and they haven't just won an f2 race. 

After the race I had interviews and other things to do but eventually I made it to my last interview. The interviewer congratulated me on my win and asked about the race then they showed me a post Hector had made on Instagram and asked me a few things about our relationship. Seeing that post and talking about him making made me smile even more than I was before because he made that post knowing I wouldn't see it anytime soon just because he wanted to show his love and support. Knowing he loves me enough to want to support me so publicly just tells me that I picked the right guy.

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I heard so many good shows this week, let’s goooooo

🥃 I started listening to @breakerwhiskey this week, and I’m on episode 21 (which is nothing, it’s microfic), and it is so compelling. Lauren Shippen said in episode zero that she misses the improvisational feel of early audio dramas and that really comes through in this show—the wandering of the story reflects the wandering of Whiskey herself. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

🎵I am not alone in my reaction to the new season of @hellofromthehallowoods, which I think goes something like, “Wh—who—but—Arnold?????” (Seriously, Arnold???) but I love a mystery, and I love how linear this season is starting out. I’m sure that it’ll all get more complicated soon.

💔 Have you all heard Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club? It’s a call-in advice show from a fictional radio station and it is HILARIOUS. Until this last episode, which got SAD. It's a partially improvised show, so the whole thing feels so incredibly human and it always hits. Please listen, more fictional advice shows all around.

🐺 The Midnight Burger/The Amelia Project crossover was exactly as delightful as I expected. We got two shows that love historical figures and putting people in the deep freeze. What could go wrong! Absolutely nothing. With a crossover episode I always wonder if there will be enough character interaction to slake my insatiable character dynamic thirst and for this one I definitely think there was.

🍺 Inn Between dropped an episode of Dragon’s Rest on their feed this week, and I'm here to say that we did that because it's frikkin hilarious. This last episode was so good, especially with Shax trying to talk to a bartender and the bartender getting mad that Shax was complaining about her friends and not having a professional business conversation. I love you, southern-sounding bartender, and I love you Shax.

🩸Hemophobia continues to scare the heck out of me. This series, Camp Havenside, ended exactly how I expected it to, with the extra twist of that horrible half-possessed state Sam is in. Lordt. Listen to this show. Mind the content warnings. Then like, message me about it, it has taken permanent residence in my brain.

🎭 Oh Malevolent, you never disappoint me. I adore the twists the season finale took, and the real danger Arthur and John were in had me on the edge of my seat. How are we gonna get outta this one boys! Frikkin Kayne.

💎 As it ever is, @kingmakerpod was a blessing visited upon my podcatcher. Oh man though, Lucas Lando, what a scuzbag. Like maybe the worst villain yet in this series for me, and I'm including the psychic child. Lando's just unsavory. The action scenes in this episode were excellent, and I love the use of Pocket Cinnamon. For a minute when they were looking for things in the barn that don't conduct electricity, I was very worried for the cows. Honestly now a little surprised they didn't explode a cow. Hey guys, why didn't you explode a cow?

🌈 I've been listening to this actual play, @ourstoriedinsight, and it's about all the typical actual play stuff--a party of misfit adventurers, thrown together by circumstance, trying to stop the end of the world. What stands out about this one is its wonderful sound design and its tone--it's so introspective and kind. The characters are great too. I would die for Vishakapar. If you like an actual play and you don't want to wait for it to get really good, please check out Our Storied Insight.

As for personal news, boy oh boy am I working hard on the Dead! Pray for our recording schedule these next couple weeks. As for Inn Between, we'll be putting up an episode this week that is a true banger, I hope you like it.

That's it for me this week! If you like what I do, send me a tip!

[techav]

VCF Southwest

This was the first time I've been able to attend a VCF, and it was the first held in the Dallas area in over a decade. I was lucky enough to participate as both event staff, helping to plan and run the show, and as an exhibitor. It was exhausting, it was overwhelming at times, and I nearly lost my voice by the end of the first day ... But it was also an incredible experience and I really enjoyed it.

I brought a few of my projects to show off. First and foremost was my Wrap030-ATX project, which I paired with a Wyse WY-30 terminal I rescued from Computer Reset, and had running a demo program for printing names on my recently-repaired Apple ImageWriter II/L. Next to that was my Wrap030 board stack running a Mandelbrot fractal renderer using its 68882 FPU and video generator cards. Then came the Mac SE from Computer Reset I repaired, with my SE-VGA card driving an external monitor, and running Oregon Trail (always a crowd favorite!). Finally I had my Franken-Plus, which sadly suffered a power supply failure early on the first day and sat dark all weekend.

My exhibit was situated just down the row from @commodorez , who won the show's Best Microcomputer award for his "VICs that aren't 20" exhibit of rare and lesser-known Commodore computers. Across from Commodore-Z was Usagi Electric, who won Best in Show for his exhibit of the Centurion, a PDP-11, and his vacuum tube computer.

I had a great time talking to Commodore-Z, @ms-dos5 , Usagi Electric, Nybbles and Bytes, Macintosh Librarian, Retrotech Chris, Kevin & Michael of the Turbo 9 Team, Al Williams, and so many more wonderful people that I couldn't even begin to catch names for.

I also got to go into deep-dive discussions on very specific details about my projects with people who already knew so much more about the components and the tools that I'm using than I do. It's energizing to be around people that understand the work that goes into these projects and appreciate what I've accomplished.

The show was so much bigger than I anticipated. Including staff, volunteers, sponsors, speakers, exhibitors, and attendees, we saw nearly 900 people come through the main hall over the course of the weekend. Seminars were full, with CuriousMarc's presentation on Restoring the Apollo Guidance Computer forming an imposing line for entry well ahead of the scheduled start of the talk. We had incredible community turnout; it was great to see entire families come through with awestruck small children in tow.

There was so much to see and do, so many people to talk to. The entire weekend is just a blur. My brain is still trying to process everything from the show.

One thing does stand out though — an unbelievably generous act from someone I spoke to on Saturday about my homebrew builds and my methods for testing and debugging. This kind soul was so impressed by what I have accomplished without an oscilloscope that he bought one from the VCFSW charity auction and gave it to me on Sunday. I was so surprised I didn't think to even get his name before he disappeared into the crowd. I can't wait to put it to good use, and I hope that what I build with it lives up to his expectations.

Following VCF East earlier this year, Bil Herd said something about riding that high from VCFE, and that prompted him to agree to come out to join us at VCFSW this year. Now that I've experienced it for myself, I understand what he meant. I've been looking though all the pictures and blog posts everyone has been sharing, and catching up on recordings of the presentations I missed. Interest in some of my projects has me thinking about what I can do with them next. It's exciting.

I can't wait until next year.

[chaotic-archaeologist]

What does a week in the life of a grad student look like?

So the answer to this will depend heavily on what stage of research you are in. I'll give my answer as someone who is currently in pursuit of a Master's degree, because this is currently my only firsthand experience.

As a Master's student, I am expected to take a certain number of courses, usually about three a semester. Often they meet just once a week, for 2+ hours at a time, and they are discussions/seminars rather than lectures.

On top of that, I have my teaching assistantship, which is contractually for 20 hours/week, but can go above or below that depending on when students turn in assignments.

With that being said, here's a week in my life:

Sunday: A heavy work day, during which I do most of my reading/work for Monday's class, catch up on emails, run errands that didn't get done on Friday. I do not go onto campus.

Monday: In the morning I finish up my reading for class in the afternoon. Depending on how much I have left to do, I will also do administrative tasks for my TAship, or work that needs to be done for my own research. Right now that means filling out internship and fellowship applications. Class from 2:30-5:15, after which I come home and eat dinner. From 6:15-7:30 I do reading for Wednesday's class.

Tuesday: No classes of my own today! If students for the class I TA have submitted assignments, I will spend an hour(ish) working on grading those. I am responsible for grading about 100 papers at a time. I try to spend no more than 2 minutes per paper/quiz. The class I TA meets from 2:30-3:45. The professor lectures while I do work on my computer. I get home and do more reading/work for Wednesday's class.

Wednesday: In the morning I finish any reading/work that needs to be done. If I have been productive in the front half of the week I use this time to run errands or do my own work. If I have not been productive I am cramming for class in the afternoon. Class goes from 2:30-5:15. I come home, eat dinner, and then do reading for Thursday's class until 7:30.

Thursday: In the morning I finish the reading for class in the afternoon. Class meets from 2:30-5pm. I come home and give myself permission to not do any work because my brain is fried and I do not have class tomorrow.

Friday: No class today! I start the morning with therapy, and then this is my day to attend to personal errands. This is mostly grocery shopping, laundry, and tidying. In the evening I often go out with friends to things like hockey games and bar trivia. Sometimes I go to Friday night Shabbat services.

Saturday: This is my day to decompress. I sleep in and then spend most of the early afternoon doing nothing. I paint my nails, read for fun, or take my dog for a long walk. In the afternoon I'll do something social—most weeks this is volunteering with Big Brothers Big Sisters.

Not pictured are daily activities that include, but are not limited to:

Checking email. Seriously, so many emails. I was not prepared for how many emails I would be getting in grad school

Classwork that I need to be turning in like paper abstracts, discussion posts, meeting with faculty

Doctors appointments

Cooking for myself. Trader Joe's frozen meals are a life saver

Attending talks/programs held on campus, usually in the evenings. These are prime time for networking

Hanging out with friends before class sometimes

Miscellaneous meetings

Walking my dog

Evening routines like Duolingo, journal entries, creative writing time, etc.

NAPS

Unexpected crises

Also, keep in mind that as someone living with a chronic illness/disability, I operate with less energy than some of my peers. But overall, my MA schedule is similar to my bachelor's one, but with fewer classes that each take up more time, and alongside working as a TA. My academic commitments with three grad classes are about the same as my undergrad semester when I took six classes.

As always, other people are free to chime in with their own experiences/observations.

-Reid

[muscolcre]

MUSCOLARE. Italian translation of the word muscular.

hey, what's goodie? name is kelly. she/her. taurus. i was born in 1981; you can do the math yourself. also happen to be a roleplay veteran, been at this since 1997. this is a teen wolf original character. 85-90% of the time i'm mobile; i've also got a full time job and outside responsibilities. i'm going to be keeping this real simple. don't be a dick and we'll get along just fine.

work schedule; sundays [ 2:00 pm through 7:00 pm EST ], mondays through thursdays [ 8:00 am through 3:00 pm EST ]. from late august to early may.

blogroll; @stcllata, @galcttica, @bykokoro, @nottc.

heavily affiliated with @lycanstark.

character information is under the read more.

important notation; no matter the verse ( excluding his genetically engineered one ), the one factor that remains the same is that logan stark is his alpha. that's a non-negotiable.

— FULL NAME: leopold řezník. ( there's only one person who can call him leopold, you'll get these claws otherwise ).

— BIRTHDATE / AGE: november 21, 1990. 33.

— SPECIES: werewolf. born. beta. ( been logan's beta since 2011. )

— OCCUPATION: private security.

— FACE CLAIM: alan ritchson.

— DEFAULT VERSE: teen wolf. other preternatural shows include: lucifer, shadowhunters, the originals. the base outline is the same.

— ALT VERSE(S): marvel cinematic universe. in this verse he's a genetically engineered werewolf. built in a lab. far more feral and dangerous, used primarily as a training combatant. similar adaptations can be applied to detective comics extended universe.

— BIOGRAPHY:

leo's history is somewhat hazy. he recalls snippets before his initial shift ( c.2003 ). what's still ingrained in him is that he was born on a sheep farm in the carpathian mountains, he and his 11 other siblings were raised primarily by his grandmother. as both his grandfather and father spent the days tending the farm and animals. his grandmother died suddenly. his grandfather never recovered. his father left one day and never came back.

he can't remember what happened to his siblings. they just weren't there anymore. his first shift was painful beyond measure. he was all alone, caged underground. having been captured ( actually sold into captivity ) to be used as muscle to detour anyone with ill intent. he was sold several times over because it was difficult to reign him in. he barely knew of his humanity by the time 2011 rolls around.

a supernatural bar on the outskirts of a town. there had been rumors that a rogue wolf was lingering nearby ( said rogue being leo ). up until that point, his experiences with alphas were not the best. wolves in general, given most of his formative years, are difficult for him to trust.

in walks, logan stark. their first few encounters would go as you'd normally expect. lots of growling, snarling and generally unpleasant. but it didn't detour logan. it was almost 9 months worth of not giving up. there was something different about this one.

it's what makes the beta both formidable and protective in that same instance. you do not cross his alpha, that's the whole of it. he'll fight for him, with him, die for him and kill. lay absolute waste. he really sees red when his alpha is harmed ( a coping mechanism for his inner fears ).

logan was patient. despite how troublesome his beta proved to be. it wasn't smooth sailing but everything eventually settled. there's been a few instances since, though they're very rare. logan not giving up on leo through all this is what made the bond easy to accept.

it's a bond that's only strengthened as the years pass.

additional notation; any other tidbits can be seen in his about tag.

[emilykaldwen]

Huzzah! Chapter 16 is done! (except for the cute Daeron and Floris moment that'll be quick, I just don't know how to word it.

I'll make the announcement on this week's chapter, but I'm taking hiatus early - so this week's chapter is the last until May (and then we have 6 chapters left. Maybe 7 depending on if I feel we need more breathing room) So this'll take us to the S2 premiere in June, and then we'll launch right into The Princess and the Dragon Knight, which will pick up immedietly after the end of this arc. (I'm still going to refer to this whole thing as Maiden, since that's the series name as a whole).

I just didn't expect us to get S2 in June. I had hoped to have some time to take another month off, but well, here we are, and I want to be able to start posting Arc II while the show is airing and we're all excited and in it. Luckily, summer is slow at work so that's nice too.

Gonna spend the next month and a half doing what I did during november break, and that's writing as much as possible/getting words down so I can then polish up the chapters in post. Which does work pretty well. Before I started posting Maiden, I had eight chapters written.

I do well working on a schedule, it keeps me accountable, I like having goals that feel tangible. It's why this isn't one whole story, and instead broken up into three parts. I like the feeling of accomplishment (and your own mileage may vary). Especially because these three arcs are so largely different, there's so much going on.

I am pondering about putting a link to a google form up for a little Q&A. If not for the story itself, but any questions on writing long fic and stuff?

Anyway, thoughts for today. I feel accomplished. Now to work on Aemond's chapter.

Happy Sunday!

[nordic-language-love]

wow you're so cool! how do you keep up with (what i assume are all side hobbies on top of probably a regular job) all of the things you do in your logs, especially with adhd? I struggle a lot with executive dysfunction and would love any new tips! Also, moving to Japan, what prompted you to move and how?? Thanks in advance for answering, and also so cool!!!

Hahaha thanks for thinking I'm cool 😅 Well, I'm a part-time performing artist and aerial/pole dance instructor, so I'm always at the studio for teaching on Thursdays and Sundays if nothing else, and I'll typically train a bit before teaching and do some kind of stretching as part of my warm-up. Sometimes I go in on other days too because I'll need to cover classes or because I'll book on to classes. Having a commitment like a booked class definitely helps with motivation!

As for languages: a lot of the activities I do require minimal executive function (e.g. reviewing vocabulary on Anki, playing on an app, reading a fun little science article in Norwegian etc) and I often do them when I lack executive function elsewhere (e.g. when I've driven somewhere and I'm struggling to transition from being in my car to getting out of my car). So it's not really hard to do them even with executive dysfunction. I also try to squeeze in listening as a form of multitasking (listening to Japanese music or Norwegian radio while I'm driving/doing housework etc). And sometimes I hyperfocus! So I might study a language all day and not realise I've done it.

Sometimes having a strict schedule really works for me, so I might plan my day down to the minute. Other times it's too restrictive and I just kinda do what I want. At this point I've learned to embrace the bouncy brain and follow where my interests take me.

I've also learned to accept I might need to lower my expectations of myself just to get me started. A 1-hour exercise session seems daunting. 5 minutes "just moving" is a lot more manageable (and will very likely turn into a 1-hour session). I do this with housework too: rather than saying "I'm gonna unload the dishwasher now" I'll be like "I'm gonna take ONE thing out of the dishwasher and put it away". Giving myself permission to not complete tasks can help me get started (and often I do actually finish the task anyway).

I can also overcome executive dysfunction with the countdown method (when I remember to employ it lol). It's something I saw on tumblr, actually: whenever you decide you want to do something, count down from 5. By the time you've finished your countdown, you need to have moved in the direction of the thing you want to do. You don't have to start it; just move towards it. When I remember to do it, it works a good 95% of the time.

I do indeed have a job! I teach ESL on italki, which means I often have work to prepare the night before. I know that starting it too early is pointless, so I purposefully leave it until the last minute, because that's when I'll actually get it done. No "well I'll do it now so I can relax later". No feeling guilty for not doing it. I know and trust myself enough to get things once the deadline starts to loom.

As for Japan... it's a bit of a long story, but basically I've always wanted to live abroad, and I got a TEFL certificate in 2020. I looked at places I could go, Japan came up as one of the best countries in terms of pay and living standard. So, I sent out some inquiries, got an interview and then a job offer. Didn't end up taking it for a bunch of reasons, but then a few months ago they got back in touch asking me if I'd like to reopen my application and I decided to accept this time. So, off I go in January!

Anyway, that was an essay! My apologies 😅 Good luck with your executive dysfunction! It can be a real bitch to overcome, but it's possible with practice and trial & error!

[love-fireflysong]

"Now wait just one second Lisa," you might be saying after seeing that WIP Wednesday header pic, "I thought you said that you were going to be starting these back up regularly, but its been like three weeks since then and you haven't posted shit!"

And you would be right! And for that I have a very good and valid excuse I promise. And it's surprisingly NOT that I've been shit and not written or sewn at all, but because I just legitimately don't realise that it's Wednesday until like 9pm oops. You see, that's the problem with my sleep/work schedule. Turns out that waking up at 9pm and not going to bed until noon, often means that I don't feel like the day of week actually switched over until I go back to bed and wake up again lol. Plus, me having my two days off of work being Sunday and Monday night also really fucks up with my 'what day of the week is it?' sensor so my first shift of the week on Tuesday always feels less like a mid-week start and more an early one lol.

Anyways, enough of me making excuses. Have actually been chipping away at some fics so here's some more outlast au whump XD.

Ashley, for her part, had her own reservations. It was a small part admittedly, but a part of her nonetheless. It was likely some piece from before she had been admitted—one that Murkoff had yet to kill off or cut out of her—that wanted to scream and beg that Chris stopped. That he was going to get both him and Josh killed if he kept this up, that she wasn't worth all this pain. That she would find another way to them, a way that didn't end up with them nearly mutilating their bodies for her. It was a part that she smothered ruthlessly. Getting back to them—getting back to her boys—was the far more important outcome here, and all three of them knew this. That was why neither Chris nor Josh refused to back down no matter how ugly this was becoming. It didn't matter if Chris lost the use of his arm from doing this, or that nearly the entirety of Josh's back would be a mutilated mess, she would gladly and eagerly become an extension for both of Chris's arms and shield Josh's back with her own body if need be. All of this would be worth it, if only it meant that she was by their side once again.

And for those that care, cross-stitch update woo! Sadly less progress than I would have liked/expected from what I had planned at the beginning of the month, but I have no one to blame but myself for this. I mean, I was the one that decided not to saw at all the last couple of weeks after all lol.

[ladyazulina]

Azu is Talking - The One With the Bee Story

If you know, you know.

It took me three weeks to binge-watch the ten-season series Friends, so the least I had to leave with was the episode titles naming.

There is a bee in here, I swear. But first…

Last Sunday was my eighth-month celebration with my partner, those days are Sacred™️, so we're always trying our best to leave them free for each other.

I bet you know where this is going already.

My partner had the first session of a game campaign scheduled for that day, and he didn't notice until it was late. It brought him problems (with me), I'm not gonna lie. But I behaved as a good girl and didn't bother him too much apart from letting him know early he would have to make up for it.

My partner Tomas is playing Candela Oscura with PantslessTables every Sunday for the rest of the month ✨

To be fair, the day started weirdly, so it wasn't a usual monthly day. I didn't get to dress up, the session lasted longer than expected, and I played the waiting game even though I could have done lots of things. I wasn't feeling well, things were out of place inside of me, and it took me too long to notice the 🌈 post-hormone state ✨. So when the stream ended and he was back, things were… a bit awkward.

Things were really weird at home as well, so everything was feeling a bit too much and out of place. Nothing was flowing, and I grew angsty and overwhelmed.

We got to go through our monthly ritual anyway and, at the end of the day, we decided to watch a movie.

What we didn't know was that we unknowingly had a guest.

Before starting the movie, my sister warned me that there was a bee in the room, near the lightbulb (right above us). Which was weird because it was long after sunset, the poor thing surely got lost. I wasn't going to let a bee mess with my already frayed mood, so I settled to watch the movie.

Not even twenty minutes in, I had to ask my partner to pause it cause something fell on me. Obviously. I knew it was going to happen.

My sister was messing around trying to get the bee to leave the room, opening the door, turning on the lights outside, and turning off ours. I didn't even move when I felt it fall. My sister, though, grew hysterical.

I was eerily quiet, getting up and slowly moving out of the room for the bee to notice the lights and fly off. My mom was around, so she confirmed when it left me. The detail is that it wasn't my first time dealing with a bee 🐝 Sadly, on my first time I wasn't awake and it didn't live long after it stung me. But I have always been allergic to stings and insect bites, so it was An Experience™️, and I didn't want to repeat it.

Bees don't freak me out and I do my best to try to protect them. I like the little ones, but they are just kind of dangerous for me, you know?

On Monday, I was supposed to go to college. But I woke feeling heavy and wrong, so I decided to skip classes. Which led to an unfortunate chain of events involving the impromptu visit of my dad, stuff getting worse than before, and loss of water. The usual—my dad trying to fix stuff around always ends in a bigger mess. I would have felt a lot better if I had just forced myself to go to college, I swear.

I would have also paid another visit to the photo place, but stuff just didn't happen.

It wasn't a Creative day either, but I got to start the [REDACTED] adventure's edition… which technically turns it into a Creative day, right? Because that's creative work. But I wasn't feeling exactly creative.

A storm was also rolling around the country. Review Tuesday started with heavy rain. We had a seven-hour power outage during which I read—a lot—and did my English class homework. Most of it. There were a few exercises that needed listening and my weak Internet was barely holding messaging. But I had to upload it before Thursday, so I was glad I could finally start it. And finish it. I did work on that after the power was back.

As you may have noticed, I did not get to post this week's review. I instead scheduled the second post of my Personal Campaign in Iron Valley (which is coming in two weeks!). Didn't have that much time, so I leaned to progress a bit more with the [REDACTED] adventure instead.

Iron Valley, Linney's Campaign, is being live every Tuesday.

I have to go back to the project edition and I also have a book to edit as well, so I have to fix my schedule real fast real soon. Not easy to do when your energies are really low and scarce. I have to choose my daily battles.

Among these wasn’t moving the ASL night lesson to Tuesday instead of doing it on Wednesday as we agreed because… someone had some meetings scheduled on Wednesday night.

We’re going with Learn How to Sign channel and we’re a week away from finishing with the 150 Essentials ASL Signs. Going strong 💪🏼

At least we did that then, ‘cause Working Wednesday wasn't a great day either. We were still on yellow alert country-wise and I was as gray as the day outside. More or less until mid-afternoon, when it suddenly cleared and was so sunny it felt like a trap. I had the intention to go to the photo place in the morning, but it wasn't the appropriate weather for it, so I stayed home. And in bed until lunch, around one pm. If you know me, that alone can say a lot about my mood. I did tried to get up and busy myself, but it was hard to do until way after the coffee break. My coffee is getting bleh lately, I will have to check every step of the process from real close to figure out why…

What I ended up doing, though, was posting my workshops. All of them. Finally. I'll probably be doing an Instagram post next week or something, but for now, you can have an early look.

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On Backstage Thursday I finished the first of the two books on schedule. But I was feeling awfully. It took me too long to get up and prepare, and I think I mostly did because I had a virtual class at mid-afternoon. Even though the meetings are just to solve doubts and answer questions, there a small fraction of the grade going towards assistance, so… I wasn't going to lose it. You never know when you need extra points to save a subject.

It was a total waste of my time, though, but that's just how it is. I worked on my themed task and I'm one week away to finish the section I'm doing. Which means progress. Visible progress, finally. Didn't know it was going to feel this satisfying.

My partner arrived “late” from his face-to-face class so we didn't have our coffee break together. We spent the night instead and watched our weekly Supernatural episodes 💕 New inspiration for a brand new short game sparkled there and, guys, I take inspiration from everything ✨ It's starting to become a Which-One-Is-Worth-It-To-Work-On Problem™️.

Secret Friday was a bummer day. I'm glad I have almost everything ready for my partner's birthday in a week, but the extra time I could have spent on extra stuff? It's killing me. But I was going through stuff that seemed very likely to do the same to me without moving an inch.

I was expecting an overnight recovery after three days of being held hostage, and it happened, but the side effects were destructive.

I spent the whole day in bed, my partner keeping me company in between his own responsibilities, getting up occasionally thanks to something that wasn't even will. I started feeling slightly better over the day and assumed I could go back on my feet on Saturday, but…

At least I was able to work on my themed task on Playful Saturday. I already reached the author and even received her feedback, so I did post my review on Itch.io. My TTRPG updates have a wait list, so it will take a little while before I start posting the small story I wrote with the game. You can read the review in the meantime though, and follow me through Itch.io—I will certainly notify there when I start posting the story.

I was really low on energy because the side effects were physical pain and every muscle was hurting. As well as my head. I have been to doctors, gone to neurologists, tested pills, and even did an MRI scan—I’m “fine”. My head is killing me, though. And it kills my soul hearing my mom telling me to rely on alcohol and drinks in the meantime to appease and soften the pain ‘cause pills aren't helping me any. Because we don't know what to do. It's been a long time, seven years alone since the migraines came to stay 24/7, but I must be going through a season if it's getting unbearable again. I mean, I guess.

There are still things I can look forward to, but sometimes, when the pain is too much and the relief is close to none, I don't see anything. I know those things exist, I know those things are close, but… the pain is here, the pain is heavy. It's suffocating. It's unbeatable.

I've long lost the endurance battle.

Anyway, I'm going to the photo place for my passport one last time next week before giving up. If they don't take that last photo, I'll throw hands and go for an in-person appointment, even though more likely I would have to pay the fee again, which is A pain in the ass. I can't let it drag, I have to get my passport this month—if possible, this week. I need to start a visa process.

I should start soon the next ARC book as well, the days are rolling by. And get back to editing, this week was a joke on that regard. Also, I have to finish the [REDACTED] adventure’s edition ‘cause time is the only thing I do NOT have left. A lot of things to go through. I hope I'm ready.

[troutpopulation]

part 2 of bday drama ohhh my god

So Sophia and I are chill and I'm just focusing on having a great time and celebrating Dani. I forgot to mention but in the few days before Seattle, Sophia had started showing up randomly at my doorstep, one of which times I was going out to dinner with my boyfriend (who hates Sophia bc of how she's treated me) to bring me tea. Again. She keeps bringing tea to my house. It's very awkward and in the car my bf is like Are you ok were you expecting her? It's kinda funny (evil) that she couldn't show up here once when u needed it but is now like. Frequenting your porch.

Anyways in Seattle Sophia is completely sucking my dick the entire time asking me constant questions about my interests, laughing way too loud at my jokes, and like, almost ignoring everyone else which was embarrassing because we are there FOR DANI. At this point I still care about Sophia, I love her but I don't fucking like her. I don't want to embarass her or make her feel bad but I want her to stfu and leave me alone.

We were alone at one point and she started apologizing again and I was like ah. Uh. Let's keep that at home please lol! Time and place lol!

But anyways she kept asking me constant questions about my interests. Like one every 40 seconds. The questions get so constant I am like, not mad at this point but after the 6th question (one of which she WOKE ME UP) in the car to ask, I was fighting the urge to be like CAN We Play The Quiet Game? Let's see how long we can hold our breath!!! It was all very fun questions about geology and geotechnics but like fuck man the drive was over an hour long and she asked ONLY ME a question every other minute STOP TALKING LOL

She left a day early planned bc of her schedule she had a con that Sunday, and that Sunday night after going to a drag show and a club I call my bf to see how he and our puppy are and bc I miss him. Megan walks into the room and she's like he's still on the phone right? He says hi.

She says hey uh. Sophia just messaged me and said she wants to talk to your bf about planning something for your bday. My jaw drops.

I invited her reluctantly to my bday plans as a formality so I didn't completely exclude her and break up the group. But only if multiple ppl came and I didn't need to talk to her. Most people are going to Fanimecon or working on my bday so I canceled my bday plans. And so she has now taken it upon herself to plan my bday for me as a sort of "look what I did for you take me back!!!" Thing

[piacemia]

proud of me // letting go for me

wow. that trip did not go as expected. things we learned?

travel does in fact put a strain on people, as does sickness, as does financial and time based decisions. AS DOES HEAT. aka we were in a pressure cooker situation and yes there was one blow up but we made it out!

london is still beautiful and magical and flying around on buses is so so fun, even in the deathly heat

buckingham palace: LAME WE DON'T SUPPORT

a basement is not ideal, and maybe we are done with airbnbs? more space but also more human annoyance components.

football games are magical! wow! nice people, incredible atmosphere, i want to go every week!

hyde park: anger inducing with how nice it is

paris: stunning from second 1

and many more takeaways that i should probably note and go into detail over, but maybe that is for future me. now onto the REAL grit of what happened.

friday - 24 hour travel day with a 1.5 hour train ride to CDG, 8 hr plane to JFK, 5 hr layover, 1.5 hr delay, 5.5 hr flight to SAN, 15 min uber to HOME.

saturday - getting smoothies for k and dropped one, drove to get another and car locked up / died out in the middle of the road. towed, called dealership, made plans to buy a new one and parents decided to come down. (also amie and cristina made me hot dogs <3 ), and ordered a pizza

sunday - up early to test drive the car, BOUGHT THE CAR (the very kind salesman had a teacher wife and didn't believe i would qualify to get the car cause it was my first, and then i said i had a mortgage and 800+ credit haha). wrote a check and did financing for the car, and came home to pass out for a minute.

monday - dealing with the $4000 + repairs my old car had, sourcing trade-in info, sourcing donation info, coordinating donation info and service info, writing yelp reviews, updating parents, getting insurance, securing financing through SRI, and trying to schedule this stupid field trip. AND GETTING GROCERIES / SHOWERING / PREPPING FOR WORK!!!

i have so much GRIT. I DO NOT QUIT. i am so proud of how hard i worked, of all the problems i solved quickly, thoughtfully, and with grace and courage. i am so strong and even though i am very tired, i can get through the next week and i will rest my mind and body fully with love and a focus on ME ONLY. not others, even though it is in my blood to serve others. I WILL FOCUS ON WHAT MY BODY NEEDS FOR ITSELF ONLY.

"we are proud of you, we are proud of you"

[misthxshira]

Swamp Con

★★★★★

Swamp Con was a lot more fun than I expected it to be. Honestly, I had thought that since it wasn't something big other conventions I've been to it wouldn't be all that, but I was so wrong for thinking that. I had invited some friends up from UCF to attend the con with me and they were also super impressed. The first thing I want to talk about is the variety of panels and activities that were offered, my friends and I had a hard time choosing what to attend. Something I thoroughly enjoyed about Swamp Con is that it's for college students (mainly) by college students (I think). This meant being able to attend panels you wouldn't normally see at a huge convention (at least I've never seen similar panels). One we were excited for was Rating Muscular Women in Animes but we didn't see in on the schedule day of the con. Saturday morning we went straight to the maid cafe (because there was no way we were missing that), I wasn't sure what to expect but the experience was nice. The maids were so nice and I loved the dance performance. From there my friends and I checked out the artist alley and the vendors. The prints were super cool, and although I didn't personally buy any, one of my friends went home with about 6 prints. I was honestly impressed with the variety of vendors, and I wish I bought a figure this weekend. From there my friends and I took a break from the con to go take a nap and drop off any purchases. Once we went back, we were practically running around reitz trying to see everything we wanted to see. First was the Kpop random dance play, which I was surprised to see a variety of Kpop events. It was cool to see all the dancers perform, I personally never went into the middle because I feel like the way I dance the choreos never compares to other who are actually good. One of the main guys who was always in the middle said he was participating in the dance contest, so my friends and I planned on going to that. But before the dance contest we stopped by the Vocaloid concert, which was also more fun than I anticipated it to be. The hologram machine broke, so we didn't get the full experience but nonetheless my friends and I enjoyed ourselves as if we were at a real Hatsune Miku concert. We did leave early to catch a bit of the dance contest, and I just want to say, I wish I had the confidence and talent to join a dance contest. I loved seeing all the dancers, everyone did so well. We actually did end up watching the guy we wanted to see from the Kpop random dance play and he performed one of my favorite songs. We left the dance contest early as well because we wanted to make it to the Reading Bad Fan Fictions panel. This was another panel that did not disappoint (although I didn't need to be reminded of a certain fic). The way the fan fictions were read along with the fact that people were acting out the story made this such a hilarious panel. My friends and I were dying laughing and we didn't even notice the panel wen't over time. After this, we finished our day at the arcade. I loved the opportunity to play games, such as Taiko No Tatsujin, which we don't normally get to play here. For those who went to the Bad Fan Fiction panel, I will include the detail that my friends and I then got dinner at Taco Bell... We didn't get to experience much of the con on Sunday. We wanted to go to the Kpop photocard trading but overslept and missed the whole thing (so if you want a nightmare version Beomgyu , a Lullaby Yeonjun, or a Manifesto J version Jake photocard please hit my line because I pulled them one too many times (like I literally have 6 Lullaby Yeonjuns)). We checked out the vendors and artists one more time but left after this because I had way too much homework to do.

My whole takeaway from this experience would be that I appreciate the way Cons allow someone to fully indulge in their interests. While none of my friends nor I went in cosplay, I loved seeing everyone else's cosplay. It's always so impressive seeing how people execute these characters' outfits in real life. My favorites were Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle and Gun Devil from Chainsaw Man. At conventions, you're surrounded by people who are just like you, and you know you're not going to be judged for what you're into. I mentioned before I didn't really participate in the Kpop random dance play as to not embarrass myself, but I was doing the choreos in the corner with my friends and this girl was encouraging me to dance in the middle because in the end, no one is judging, everyone is just doing what they love. I wish I hadn't procrastinated my homework all week so that I could've experienced what Sunday had to offer, but overall this weekend left me wanting to attend more cons. Although, I don't think they'll compare to Swamp Con. Swamp Con had its own appeal that other cons don't have, and I will be looking forward to attending next year.

[ofchrysoprase]

Aaron had taken Drew's suggestion to heart, finding himself in the middle of the market on a normally uneventful Sunday morning. They hadn't been sure what to expect, apart from just a good amount of people gathering to check out the stalls, similar to his own intentions. Getting up early wasn't their usual routine, but with their rocky sleep schedule, they had at least managed as much for today. He's briefly startled when spoken to, panicked eyes slowly focusing on the brunette. Maybe getting up early without much sleep had not been a good idea. Or perhaps it was the alcohol in their system. Which wasn't from the night before, but rather about thirty minutes ago.

"Good morning," He echoed with a sheepish smile, before letting his eyes dart towards the jars in front of the stranger. "Yes, it's my first time, so there's a lot to look at." They then added, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear. "I mean, it's my first time going to a market ever, I'm not sure if I came prepared." He chuckled softly and then squinted looking at the labels. "Could- Could you tell me what kinds these are? I forgot my glasses." It didn't feel good to lie, but the lie was less embarrassing than admitting to his illiteracy to a complete stranger. "I'd like to try whatever you recommend."

open starter for @shrikestart from honey wozniak. takes place in town square, early sunday morning. please use beta editor!

honey finally snaps out of her daze when she notices someone nearing the small market stall that she's hosting this sunday market, one of many occupied by commune members, amongst others. despite her mind previously being consumed by her concern over being so close to the bloody scene reported in the news recently, she shakes it off quickly and she readjusts a few of the jam jars in front of her while engaging with the other. "good morning!" she greets them. "enjoying the market so far? do you care to try any of our jams?" she asks them as she ensures all of the handmade labels are facing forward, presenting them with all of the different fruit options.

[charlewiss-writes]

(bad at) keeping secrets / charles leclerc

masterlist

day 8: hide (part of one-word november prompts!)

summary: charles and you were seeing eachother for quite some time, but still couldn't quite figure out how to tell your brother, pierre. (and maybe you don't need to)

word count: 0.6k

pairing: charles leclerc x gasly!reader

warnings: not proofread! also, badly translated french lmao

charles and you had met in the early days of his career, back when he was still racing in karts just like your brother, pierre. you and your family spent your whole days accompanying your older brother who, just as charles', couldn't see himself doing any other thing that wish to be part of the formula 1 world one day.

eventually, all three of you grew up, still together. even though you spend less time with them due to their tight schedules, you hangout just enough to catch feelings for the monegasque. still, you were always too scared to do anything with charles, not wanting to disrupt the friendship the two boys had since they were kids.

but the more you tried to stay away from him, the closest you became. it's like you two were attracted like magnets. so now, three months after starting to see eachother, he was in your apartment in only his sweatpants after a night together. it was a sunday, and due to it being an off-week for him, you two were taking advantage of the little time you had together watching a movie on the tv while laying on your bed.

until your heard the sound of keys on your door lock. you got up and looked at charles, confused because you weren't expecting anyone, and found it strange that the person who was trying to get in had the keys in the first place. you thought that maybe a neighbor had got the apartment doors messed up since they looked all the same, but you quickly recognised the voice that reached your ears.

"ma colombe (my dove), you home?"

charles, who was close to falling asleep a second ago, had almost fallen to the floor, caught off guard by his best friend's presence. you had been keeping your relationship a secret until now, not knowing how or when was the right time to tell pierre that you had been seeing his best friend, despite his general warnings to not mess with any drivers -especially the monegasque-.

"please stay here and hide. i'll get him out as soon as i can" you whispered to him, giving the boy a quick peek on the lips before fixing your hoodie. that wasn't even yours in the first place. god, you hoped pierre didn't notice. "yes, i'm home" you said, closing the door as fast as you could, so he wouldn't see who was inside. "what are you doing here?"

"great to see you two" he huffed. you hadn't mean to come off as annoyed to him, knowing that this was off of character for you, who had always had a soft spot for your big brother. he continued "maman said you had forgotten a jacket, and since your house was on the way to mine i decided that I should drop it off" he said calmly, while handling you the piece of clothing. you smiled and nodded thanking him, but didn't say anything else. "what is it, chère (dear), something wrong?" he asked, now worried due to your lack of interaction. in a normal situation, you would have invited him to lunch, maybe talk a bit about how his last race went. but your silence made him suspicious. "sorry, I was quite busy back there, I was just working" you quickly answered. maybe too quickly.

"working in your bedroom?" pierre asked, switching his stare to the door where you had came from. "if you were working, why are you so flustered?"

"i-i'm not" your cheeks immediately flushed pink, and you knew that if he continued to ask questions, you'll be fucked. "okay okay, if you say. see you at maman'š'" you took a long breath, filling your lungs after holding your breath for a bit too long. but just when he was about to disappear through the door, you heard his voice, full of mischief, while screaming out loud "also, tell charles he needs to get a more subtle car if he doesn't want to be seen".