#1yr Challenge

[pannypunkpanda]

Happy New Years everyone! Best wishes from all the Tiny Brühlies, they’re having a New Year’s party XD jfjdkdkdkd — December 31

List of Brühlies (please refer to December 22 post to see the number references)

1. Paul Krantz - Love in Thoughts

2. Lt Horstmayer - Joyeux Noël

3. Matthias Erzberger - all quiet on the western front

4. Tonda - Krabat

5. István Thurzó - The Countess

6. Checo - Schlaraffenland/Paradise mall

7. Jan - Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei/The Edukators

8. Father Antonio - The Intruders

9. Other Dirk - All together

10. David Kern - Lila Lila

11. Daniel Weltz - Nebenan

12. Niki Lauda - Rush

13. Sebastian Zöllner - Ich und Kaminski

14. Konrad Koch - Der ganz große Traum

15. Alex Kerner - Goodbye Lenin

16. Andrea - Ladies in lavender

17. Daniel - Colonia

18. Hans Krämer - Die kommenden Tage

19. Wilfried Böse - 7 days in Entebbe

20. Ernst Schmidt - The Cloverfield Paradox

21. Iván Pelayos - The Pelayos

22. Dr Laszlo Kreizlier - the Alienist

23. Daniel Berg - the fifth estate

24. Alex Garel - Eva

25. Thomas Lang - The face of an Angel

26. Lukas - das weiße rauschen/The white sound

27. Dirk Brûlée - Everything at once

28. Hubertus Czernin - Woman in Gold

29. Marko - Elefantenherz

30. Baron Zemo - Marvel

31. Tony Balerdi - Burnt

[fangsforfags]

feeling Uncomfortable around the older men in my life is Normal and Not Troubling At All

[1-800-clownstreet]

can you please help me in sharing my gfm link 🙏

of course, I'd love to help in any way I can!

@ghadasaftawi is part of a family of four; just her and her three children. After being displaced multiple times between Southern and Central Gaza, they finally were able to evacuate to Egypt.

She is currently raising funds (shown above and below) to help her children continue their education and guaranteeing them a better future.

Their fundraiser currently sits at £1,345 / £10,250.

[I'll quote from her GFM.]

"I am Ghada, and I'm reaching out to you with a heavy heart, but also hope in my soul. I am from Gaza Strip, Palestine, where life, once beautiful and serene, has been shattered by the ravages of war.

I want to take you on a journey through the contrasting chapters of my life. Imagine the joyous scenes of my beloved family - my husband and our three precious sons, Osama (8yrs), Yousef (6yrs) and Salam (1yrs). In Gaza we lived a life filled with simple pleasures - watching our children grow, providing them with the best education we could afford, and cherishing moments at the beach every Friday.

But then, the unimaginable struck. War descended upon us, tearing apart the fabric of our existence. We were displaced not once, not twice, but three agonising times. Our home, our sanctuary where we built our dreams, was reduced to rubble before our eyes.

Familiar routines of life were placed with a struggle for survival.

My heart aches as I recount the hardships my family endured - the scarcity of food and milk for our little ones, I [lost] my job, and the harrowing experience of living in a tent admits adversity. Yet, through sheer determination, we found a sliver of hope.

After sacrificing everything we owned, we managed to secure passage to Egypt, where we faced untold challenges, while I navigated the labyrinth of restrictions at the border. Every penny of our savings was spent on renting a modest shelter and meeting basic needs in a foreign land (Egypt).

Now, as a mother, my heart is heavy with the weight of responsibility. I believe fervently in the power of education to illuminate the path forward for my children. They have already endured the loss of precious time and suffered greatly. It is with this plea I turn to you in our time of need."

Please donate and/or reblog to share Ghada's story.

(£1,345/£10,250)

[syn-ch]

about me / active nov '24

tw: £d, $h(no pics dw), drvgs, s3xual trauma, m3ntal illn3ss, g3neral miserable life v3nting / pro for me not for thee

byf: i don't put a tw on anything, follow at your own risk

basic dni criteria / if in £d recovery dni / ňsfw blogs for the love of god dnfi

minors, ageless blogs + non-£d/$h/drvg us3/v3nt blogs will be blocked, 17+ is ok

poc, trans/queer, neurodiv/ + high $w plEASE INTERACT!! 🫶🏼🩷

> #syn-ch waist, £d content

> #syn-sh wrist, s3lf-h4rm

> #syn-cerely, mental 1llness, miserable venting

> #syn-ful, s3xu4l trauma

> #syn-ner, drvgs

> #syn-king, gender dysphoria

☆ * . .

name: syn, pronies: he/him/it/it's | gender: demiboy, sexuality: gay | native american, cree/muskeg

hobbies: digital art | fav shows: spongebob, breaking bad

undiagnosed for every except depression and anxiety but even then i'm not too sure so all i know is i'm sad, f4t and anxious

☆ * . .

stats | metric

bd visualizer

static measurements

age: 19

sex: ftm, 1yr hrt

height: 170

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oct challenge, next check-in: oct 31st

01/10/24

cw: 96

neck: 40

bust: 119

waist: 114

hips: 114

thigh: 46

inseam: 77

bf%: 48.7%

bfm: 47.1

sw: 103.2 / 20/02/24

hw: 114 / ??/01-02/23 ?

lw: 86.2 / 17/06/24

total lost: -17 / 17/06/24

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🔐 g1: 88

reward: poster or posterbook

🔐 g2: 76

reward: stickers, pins

🔐 g3: 68

reward: keychain, pride flag

🔐 g4: 61

reward: beanie/hat, plushie

🔐 g5: 56

reward: cute chopsticks, cool bag

🔐 g6: 52

reward: facial jewelry

after i reach what is considered the ideal we1ght for someone of my height, i'll add more g₩'s and an ug₩.

[gruusha]

—————- 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

there are some still, serene mornings on glaseado when one will swear they hear quiet singing -- a song purely of vocalization, no words -- carried on the wind that casts snow upon the mountain. it's a tune that seems to change dependent upon those who hear: some will swear the song is one of joy & excitement, while there are others whose hearts ached for the lament they heard carry betwixt mountain peaks. it is the song of articuno, a legendary bird whose life is a solitary one: it flies, ever alone, from one icy mountain of the world to another upon the frigid winds it can set upon the earth with one deliberate beat of its wings.

-- it is far too kind to do such a thing.

it is rumored throughout the world ( legend born of claimed-personal accounts ) that articuno's heart is a benevolent one behind its frigid aura; that it has appeared before those who would otherwise die, lost on snowy mountains, and guides them to safety. all tellings & retellings of claimed sightings follow this pattern, thus it is safe to assume the pokemon is genuinely a virtuous (德) & merciful (仁) existence, so graceful as to rarely - if ever - be seen for a time long enough for one to be certain they've witnessed a legend with their very eyes.

throughout generations seeing & continuing to believe in articuno's legendary existence, it became known as a symbol of good fortune, propriety (禮), and credibility (信).

grusha perceives his duty (義) as gym leader to extend into assuring the survival of individuals who venture onto the mountain at any point, be they residents of montenevera, potential challengers, or simply sight-seers. having grown up in a perpetually snowy (read: legitimately dangerous) area, grusha knows full well that consistent monitoring of the surroundings can literally be the difference between life and death.

as the gym leader of an area equally snowy & dangerous to where they grew up (grusha would imply it's even moreso), making sure nobody dies on their mountain falls on the list of responsibilities they embrace. upon their hiring as a paldean gym leader, not once did anyone higher-up in the league directly state or otherwise indicate grusha had to do this personally. although gym leaders within the paldean league are responsible to maintain their designated area, whatever it entails, it is equally not mandated how they choose to do that.

in grusha's case, the first-hand experience with growing up & living in snowpoint and the surrounding treacherous routes served as crucial foundation for understanding how they wanted to handle this responsibility. they do not rely on local authorities or rangers, instead allowing altaria & multiple swablu to free-fly 24/7. the swablu communicate anything unusual they see to grusha's altaria, and from there grusha is able to interpret the relay by understanding altaria's body language and vocalizations.

having worked with altaria for years at this point, they're quite adept at interpreting her meaning.

THAT IS TO SAY: grusha's actions have not gone unnoticed. in fact, they were first seen rescuing someone from hypothermia (relying not only on their own experience but their pokemon) about four months after they accepted their station on glaseado by articuno itself. in light of witnessing such a kindness, articuno began to more frequently visit glaseado. as such, the icy fenghuang has watched grusha help people... over and over... for four years. in witnessing grusha's actions, identical to ones it would take itself, articuno became satisfied that the rescue was not merely a one-off instance, or some fluke of goodwill in the gym leader.

furthermore, articuno was able to sense a kindred spirit within grusha: both masculine (yang, feng) & feminine (yin, huang) aspects residing in a singular, physical form.

as a reward for their kindness & soulful connection, articuno imparted a shred of its power into grusha without his knowing [ APPROX. 1YR BEFORE scar/vio START ]. the blessing manifests physically in a clump of hair that grows rapidly from their head, and grows blue. if that weren't enough, the clump shimmers as well, and all the strands of hair that compose it behave as if inclined to stick together. although the strands can be parted, they will gravitate back toward one another within an hour. finally, the texture is also more supple than grusha's natural hair.

obviously, its appearance & continued existence perplex grusha: he has no idea what it is, why it exists, and especially how. he's tried cutting it / plucking it / dyeing it... it is, inexplicably: resistant to being cut / grows back far too quickly for plucking all afflicted strands to be worth the effort / repellent to dyes like oil to water. as far as grusha can tell, the hair(s) are definitely not normal, but also do not seem to harm him... as such, he has accepted its presence & often pulls it into a bun with the rest of his hair, though it seems to slip out of it far more readily than the average strands.

thankfully nobody seems to have noticed, as the color of blue (luckily) correlates with the darker dyes grusha has already maintained as part of his image for years. if one were to notice its shimmer, however, grusha would have no explanation.

[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Calvert County, MD: 🍀🐾Bring the Luck of the Irish to Sage and Find Her Forever Home! ☘️🐾

We're reaching out again on behalf of a special soul in need of a loving home – Sage, a remarkable 1yr old, 87lb female dog who has captured the hearts of our staff with her endearing personality and gentle spirit, much like the charming leprechauns of Irish folklore.

Sage's journey to our shelter via Animal Control has been one of resilience and hope, akin to a journey over the rolling green hills of the Emerald Isle. Born into a world where she spent the majority of her days tethered outside, she has faced challenges that have left her under-socialized and hesitant in new situations. However, despite her past experiences, Sage has shown incredible potential for growth and companionship, proving that the spirit of the Irish runs strong within her.

In recent weeks, Sage has begun to form bonds with our staff, showcasing her playful nature and affectionate disposition. She delights in playing with toys and balls, and when she feels comfortable, she lets her goofy side shine, bringing joy to all who interact with her, much like a lively Irish jig. Her willingness to trust and her affectionate nature with those she knows speaks volumes about her resilience and capacity for love, reminiscent of the warm embrace of an Irish family.

Sage has already mastered the command "sit," demonstrating her intelligence and eagerness to learn, much like the cleverness of the leprechauns guarding their pots of gold. With the right environment and patient guidance, we are confident that Sage can continue to build her confidence and blossom into the sweet companion she was meant to be, just like a blooming shamrock.

We are seeking a rescue organization that can provide Sage with the love, understanding, and support she needs to thrive, much like the supportive community found in an Irish village. She requires caregivers who can help her continue to build her confidence and create new experiences, allowing her true personality to shine through like the sparkling waters of the River Shannon.

Sage's ideal forever home would feature patient caregivers who can appreciate her unique journey and provide her with the love and stability she deserves. With the right environment and dedicated support, Sage has the potential to transform from a timid soul into a cherished member of a loving family, bringing the luck of the Irish into their lives.

Sage will be spayed, is up to date on vaccines, heartworm negative and microchipped.

Together, we can provide her with the opportunity to continue her journey toward a brighter future filled with love and companionship, like the promise of a rainbow after a spring rain shower.🌈🐾

Sage sitting for her breakfast. Sage playing with a tiny toy and snuggling.

Jamie Hash

Volunteer and Rescue Coordinator

jamie.hash@calvertcountymd.gov

410-535-7387

Rescue Pick-Up Hours:

Monday – Saturday from 10am – 4pm

Adoption Hours:

Tuesday - Saturday from 10am - 4pm

5055 Hallowing Point Rd. Prince Frederick, MD 20678

Linda L. Kelley Animal Shelter

[nepsah]

aaah with the beginning of nov we're now steadily approaching the 1yr mark of having started the novel:tm: but i haven't managed to touch it in months : (

i wrote myself into a sort of hole and then my brain decided that it's Bad and Not Good and only Bad Feelings will come up if i open scrivener sldgkjsd that's a personal hurdle but i do want to overcome it = A = it could also just be that i wrote so much and so fast that my creative stamina for that project depleted like woah

i specify that project bc in the meantime i've gotten to just over 100k words in my so-called side project good lord....

that one was the one i was doing "illustrations" of for most of drawtober, at least until i couldn't think of anything else that i wanted to draw that would Get Done On Time bc there's obvs more in there, but most of it would be more suited for an animation or small comic than one single image = A =

ah well-

we'll see what happens next, i s'pose.

obvs i'm not participating in that one challenge. worldanvil (a very useful site tbh) launched "novelember" as a replacement for their users - tho tbh idk if its a replacement or if it's just something they do anyway 'cause i haven't been on the site for very long (tho to say i'm "on the site" is a stretch. i have an account and made a timeline but that's like basically it)

[rakell10]

WIFE/MOM

muling nagbabalik, ang raquel na puro hugot. hehe

Ito nga pala ako ngayon, last 2022 married and a mama narin. grabe yung Blessing na dumating bago matapos yung 2022. humabol ang poging anak na si alajendrino. yung noon wala akong ginawa kung humugot, mawalan ng pag asa sa isang relasyon. tapos eto, sya parin pala makakasama ko at bubuo ng pamilya. Di ko alam Lord, pero yun ba ang will mo talaga? hehe char

now my yandro was already 1 and we're already 1yr and 6 months married. masaya at maraming pagsubok agad na dumating. yung tipong kahit maliit na away, nagiging challenges sakin as a soft hearted woman hahaha. Ngayon, dito mo na mas makikilala yung asawa mo, kung sino sya, kung ano sya sa bahay. sobrang challenging ng 1 yr namin, binigyan agad kame ng challenge ni Lord pero simple ngunit malalim. hehe

Simple kasi alam nyong maayos agad, malalim kasi minsan dadamdamin mo pala kahit maliit o malaki pa yan na problema lalo na kung may mga salita kang nabitawan sa partner mo.

We're not perfect partner, sa loob ng 9 years namin as jowa, dun ko nasabe na sobra sobra na napagdaanan namin, what more pa ngayon? hindi pa ba practice yun para dito sa buhay mag asawa, na dapat sanay kana sa mga problema? hehe Nope, ibang iba yung problema ng married life sa couple/jowa life lang. kasi marami ka ikoconsider: anak, pamilya and sarlli. Anak, unang maaapektuhan once na nagkaroon kayo ng away/problema.

Pamilya mo na binuo na kailangan mong ingatan habang buhay.

Sarili: di mo maalagaan binuo mong pamilya kung di ka emotionally and physically strong, kasi ikaw ang maghahandle ng pamilya mo in the future. Sa married life, you need to be Strong, you need to be Aware sa lahat ng mga gagawin o sasabihin mo sa asawa o anak mo.

Sana sa married life ko ngayon. dumating man mga pagsubok, sana mas lamang paring yung masasayang ganap o gawa nyong mag asawa.

[thelengthyposts]

Of peers, studying, and attitude.

As a child, my mom noticed that I was a child who was "smarter" or rather, learns faster-- than my peers. In fact, even today my mom would always boast that when I was only 7 months old, my development as an infant was already that of a 1yr old+ baby.

So I suppose I wasn't really a gifted child.. I'm no genius. But I suppose I have always been "above average."

In turn, my mom focused on my studies while I was growing up. She was always there to teach and tutor me.. do my homework with me.. even force me to study and finish my homework when really, all I wanted was to play or watch television. I remember I used to throw LOTS of tantrums.. but she always got her way. I ended up studying anyway.. and because of that, I had become a "smart kid."

When I was in 1st grade.. I was already 4th of my class. In 2nd grade, I had become 2nd (I think..). And by 3rd grade.. and 4th grade.. I had reached rank 1. I'm not really boasting. Just stating a fact. I mean, I still did play and watched lots and lots of anime but I also studied AS MUCH... thanks to my mom's help.. I didn't really mind the fact that I was "the best." I mean... THAT WAS A GOOD THING.

That was until... somewhere along the way, my peers started to view me as someone different. It was all child's play but it can't be denied that I developed major, and I mean MAJOR, side effects.

I became alienated. I was the rich kid, the popular kid, the teacher's pet, and the smart kid.. all rolled into one. What a perfect child. When the mothers of my peers started saying "Ah.. I wish she had been my daughter.." Well.. that's when things started. I suppose it wasn't my peers' fault but that of their twisted mothers' way of giving their child a challenge.. but that's another story and another rant..

So I became alienated. It hurt back then. So much.. that I developed the habit of being carefree-- too carefree-- and lazyyyy.. having an appearance and outward attitude of: "Ah.. I don't wanna study. Studying is lame.." etc.

That was the beginning of the "life-experiment" that is the main point of this blog. I had become too carefree-- all I wanted was to play.. and watch anime. Forever. And it didn't help that I was "smart" because all I had to do was maybe read the topic three times and never study it again and basically get perfect scores on exams. Indeed, I had it the easy way. And thus, I became lazy.

Then I went to the US. 5th grade. New environment.. new life. New culture. I suppose I was culture-shocked... in what I like to think as a good way.

Because we were only starting and was basically dirt poor, my school was located on what you'd call a "ghetto" neighborhood. I mean, it wasn't bad.. but it was on the ghetto side of the city. I started being independent then.. but not too much. Still pretty dependent.. but hey, I used to take the bus to school. THAT never happened before. Haha! :P

And what can I say? I LOVED IT. I fell in love in one of the aspects of American Culture-- the "don't mind others' business" part. Suddenly, my classmates no longer cared if I was smart. They didn't care who my friends were. I was me. I was just.. me. No labels attached.

And it had a positive effect on my psyche. I had become.. apathetic towards what others think of me. I just learned not to care anymore. That was good.. because the next year.. I came back home. And the people I left behind, hadn't changed. But I did. So while the labels became reattached.. I didn't care anymore and lived my life.. the way I wanted to. Without being concerned with what others thought of me-- a principle that I, up to this date 10 years later, still live by. And I'm proud to say that yes. I don't care about what other people think of me.

2 Things then: (a) I had become lazy. (b) No longer affected by how others saw me. One positive, and one negative effect.

Then came the 3rd happening.. which resulted in a negative effect. "8th grade". I had become alienated again. But unlike before, though I no longer cared about what other people thought of me.. Deep inside.. I still had this urge to make them like me. I suppose it was the hormones thing.. I was around 12 at the time.. So what did le 12 year-old me did?

I started to TRY and CHANGE myself.. catering towards what people would LIKE me to do. Peer pressure is indeed a scary thing! 

The negative effects? I became rough and rowdy with my body language, hand gestures, and even the way I walked-- So they wouldn't see me as a ladylike person. To remove the shy image.

I started to talk a lot with cuss words. YES! I cussed a lot. Just so they would think I was just like any other person. To remove the rich kid label.

I had become arrogant in my choice of words. Joined them in badmouthing teachers and class gossips. So they'd think I didn't care about studies and hated school.

I even forgone fashion! Yes. Believe it or not. I started dressing up in the worst combinations. I didn't care about what I wore. Just to remove the popular kid label.

THAT DIDN'T WORK THOUGH. Because I was still the smartest kid in class at Rank 1. (Yeah. Nice try, Kid Me.)

So after a lot of drama and angst... I ran to America. Back to the culture I loved. Back to where I can be myself and stop myself from permanently becoming the person that I had become.

But that was around 2004. That was when the mainstream music and feel and mood of American adolescents were.. emo. And I. Happily embraced the culture. Inwardly.

No, I didn't wear eyeliners. Didn't dress in black (Actually wore lots of white back then). Didn't have piercings or tattoos. No drugs. No alcohols. No emo slash-wrist blogs.

But I did rejoice in the idea of.. loneliness. 

Then I met friends. Good friends. And they sorta kept me sane enough. I was still pretty emo inside but I was happy. Very happy. Being "emo" was not the major state of mind that I had. It became limited.. and erased it even. (Thanks, guys! I love you!!) Now, being emo is just a distant past in my memories. Oh, and I'm still pretty familiar with the emo songs of that era.. but my affinity to the subculture remains at that.

Hanging out with my friends.. I had become myself. Again. Just like how I was in 5th grade. Oh, and I was still smart. Except now in high school, not even once did my mom do anything with my studies. They actually never attended the parent-teacher meetings too. LOL.

They trusted me. And it wasn't blind trust either. My first two years of high school was 100% straight As. Then I took AP classes.. so the laziness that I had wasn't able to properly cope with that.. hence me resulting in lower grades in the last 2 years, but hey! I still graduated as a CSF/Honor Society member and a guaranteed acceptance to UC Davis and UC Merced, so whatever! :P

Then college happened. I was still as lazy as ever. But I had become carefree and.. apathetic. Yes, I fully embraced the culture of apathy and going with the flow. SOOO much.. that I had no concrete plans for my future after college. I actually chose my major at random too. Like I didn't really care. Just going with the flow. So naturally.. I wasn't very interested in the subject matter. Thus.. I only studied enough to pass.. but still failed most of the time. Went out with friends. Prioritized unimportant things like anime/jdrama/kdrama over studying. SOOO bad. That I was actually dismissed once, the reason for which is having been on probation for 2 semesters.

Yes.. that was the time when.. I didn't really care if I passed or failed anymore. Because I had given up on learning. On my future.

I had become a goalless individual.

A fleeting existence.

Alive, but with no future.

Hopes and dreams didn't matter anymore. They didn't exist. I had began living in the moment. Not planning ahead. At all.

Then my college best friend and most of my batch mates graduated college. While I.. still had unfinished units left. That was a wake up call.

So I did my best. And was able to graduate on time (Yeah, I was trying to finish a 4-year course in 3.5 years.. -__-)

So yay! But now I'm a medical student.. I'm still failing.. Then I realized. The problem was.. MY ATTITUDE.

In high school.. I blamed the environment. My peers. The culture.

In college, I placed my blame on the fact that I was not really interested in my major. At all. I never considered a career in that field. It makes sense. How could I do well in a major I didn't even like?

Now.. I have nothing to blame. Because I want to be a doctor. Yet.. I'm still failing. Yes. Attitude problem. Too much laziness, distractions, and confidence on my part.

And I'm trying to change. Laziness had become a habit. So I must counter it by developing a new habit-- the habit of being studious.

And so.. the point of this blog is?

It doesn't matter if you hang out with the worst crowd or graduate in a good school.

In the end, it's your decision.

Your future.

Your call.

[pannypunkpanda]

The Amazing Hawkeye~ — December 17

This is a Christmas present for both my bestie and my partners bestie cause well… Hawkeye

[fangsforfags]

i dont get how ppl have kids right out of high school. like ur willingly getting pregnant while barely being out of high school??? huh???

[princepestilence]

NYR: May in review

Post-May horoscope: you have to struggle! at your maximum range of extension! in order to grow! your total range of motion!!!

By far the most challenging month I’ve had in this “new” (1yr at the end of June) job, but I have mostly got through it and it should be getting easier soon. I take some comfort knowing that it’s an extraordinarily difficult and overwhelming time for everyone, and also that it has a concrete end date in sight. I am trying to embrace the mistakes and learning opportunities, but I will be so grateful to hit the end of June. 

In May: 

chaired my first committee meeting. Overall it went well! I don’t think anyone else is going to put their hand up to chair at the AGM in Sept., so I’ve made my peace with being in the role -- properly, not just as Acting Chair -- for the next 18 months or so. Feeling a bit unreal that I am the youngest person there and now about to be chairing, but god, someone has to do it. 

do well at work? I’m really not sure. But I am getting things done, so I’ll take the win on that. Mostly a bit frustrated, a bit mortified, and very exhausted and over it. The stress hasn’t been great, but I’m hoping that by the time this season of madness rolls around again next year, I’ll be a lot better prepared to juggle the dozen extra knives sent my way. Metaphorically. The actual knife-juggling I will leave to the performers giving me migraines with their inability to read the emails I send them. 

anthology submission - didn’t happen. Something had to give and I decided it would be this. I know there will be other opportunities, as bitter as it feels to just give up without even really trying. But it really was beyond human limitations to do everything this past month, so it is what it is. 

surprise visit from my parents. Complicated. Counts as an achievement on my part, although I’m sort of mad that I feel that way about it.  

1-month Duolingo streak. On a whim I picked it up again after a long time on May 1st, and it was really, really nice to have so much coming back to me so fast. I know part of why I’ve avoided it -- or even just study and practice in general -- is because I was dreading the experience of relearning and grappling with how much I’d let atrophy. It’s reassuring that that doesn’t actually seem to be the case, and I’ve been really enjoying it as well. 

went to some cool arts events. Had a lot of feelings about it all. Also in retrospect I’m glad I made the effort to go even though I was so run-down from work. It was replenishing in a lot of ways, and I’m happy to have been there. Also had a great interaction which involved the author I was chatting with to say, “Oh, if you’re into corpses, you’ll LOVE this book by--” so that was fun. 

thesis work. Didn’t get chpt. 1 redraft done -- or even close. But I did get some done, which in light of this month I am also choosing to view as a success. I’m still not happy about the lack of progress, but consoled somewhat by thinking a good day or two will make a huge difference and I do have some days coming up to work on it. 

In June, I will: 

get to the end of June! By which I mean: survive my job until the godawful tent that makes my life difficult is gone. Then I’m taking a full week or so off. I need it. Mostly to work on:

thesis. Finish chpt. 1 by the end of this month. Ideally, start work on chpt. 2 rewrite as well. 

keep on top of Chair duties. One of the easier tasks on the list but I have to remember to keep putting the micro-tasks on the list or else I might forget and they’ll get missed. 

go to a zine fair. It’s this weekend and I think it would be fun and a nice excursion and I haven’t been before and would like to see what’s out there in person, but I can feel the weary pulling me down saying, “you could stay home. You could rest. You could catch up on chores. You could work on your thesis and in fact you’re bad for Not doing that,” and I am wobbling on the fence trying to make a good decision for good reasons, as compared to a good decision for bad reasons (thesis, guilt) or a bad decision for good reasons (chores, responsibility). Not sure where rest falls, and I know I will feel at least a bit bad regardless of the choice I make. Hm. Hm. Hm. 

Duolingo every day. It’s fun. A lesson is like, a minute and a half. I usually do it when I’m waking up, to warm up the brain for another day. 

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Bro, great news: Kami has lumps on his side and we were worried it might be like... Cancer. Cuz he's a golden retriever. And also, cancer is the second thing we've wanted to breed out from our line, so it would really fuck us if he did have cancer.

But! He just has an abscess! And even tho he's on antibiotics as of today, he likely would have been fine without them! I love my dog!!!

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December’s Kiss

An: Happy 1yr anniversary to my Tumblr 🥰! You guys I’m excited for this oneeeee. I was thinking of doing a part two of my Christmas story from last year, but decided to start new… enjoy!

Oh and Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays if you don’t celebrate that, of course! ❤️💚🤍

Pairings: Severus Snape x reader

Words: 1.7k

“Professor L/n, Professor Snape, look!” A student called out to you two.

The two of you raised an identical eyebrow before listening to the young man and following where his finger was pointing. Although when you did so, you’d regretted it immediately.

“It’s a mistletoe!” Another student, Halle, apprised.

Severus rolled his eyes, “I think we’re aware, Miss Blye.”

She wasn’t phased by his sardonic behavior unlike most of her classmates. “That means you have to kiss.”

Yet again, a glare was sent her way from Severus while you’d found it funny. She often reminded you of your younger Gryffindor student - Hermione was her name, and just like her, they both often directed the attention to the wrong things. Severus couldn’t stand the poor girl, however, she happened to be one of your better students.

“No, thank you. I’d rather my lips not shrivel up and fall off, Miss Blye.” You teased her, but you’d put a bit of truth behind it.

Now Severus’ attention was directed towards you, “And who’s to say the same can’t be said about you?”

You held a smirk, one that could challenge his own, and snickered, “I don’t care either way, but usually people prefer their first kiss to be with someone they like.”

“You’ve never kissed anyone before, L/n?” He jested right back at you, your choice of words aiding his insult.

“I meant you.” You sneered.

Your students didn’t seem to care about your conversation, but if it got them out of finishing up their assignments, then they’d listen. That still didn’t stop them from asking if you were going to follow through with the mistletoe.

Your joint response was no, with no further questions being able to get asked.

Class had been dismissed with neither you nor Severus paying much attention to each other after the fact, and you’d both packed up quietly as the last student left.

When the door was shut closed, you looked towards Severus, “Think you’re funny, do you?”

“No idea what you mean.” He answered. He finished stacking the loose papers on his desk before gesturing you to the door, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He tried his best to hold in the proud simper that was threatening to show.

“Sod off, Snape.” You shot his way on your way out.

The door was barely closed when he said, “After you.”

You’d made your way to the dining hall for dinner while Severus had chosen a different direction. You didn’t care, as long as he was away from you and out of your sight. The only thing on your mind, anyway, was the delicious feast that was waiting on you.

Somehow, though, you and Severus had reached the large doors at the same time, something that confused the both of you. Nothing was said as you tried opening the doors before he could… yet you couldn’t move from your spot.

“What the hell…” You mumbled. You tried again, to no avail. “Why can’t I bloody move!” You exasperated. It was rather aggravating considering you could smell the delicious food on the other side of the door.

A loud sigh was heard next to you, forcing your gaze on the loathsome man, “Move out of the way, L/n.” Severus advised. Then he tried… and just like you, his attempt to move had been futile. “What in Merlin’s beard…” he mumbled angrily.

“Why would you try it if it hadn’t worked for me?” You frowned in confusion.

“I was hoping for a result other than what yours had been.” He admitted.

That’d made no sense, “Like what?”

“Like being able to walk into the dining hall.” He’d remarked as if it should’ve been obvious to you.

The two of you couldn’t deepen your rising argument before two, distinct voices were heard speaking to you. “Hello, Professors!” You were greeted.

“Seems that you’ve found yourselves caught in our newest spell.” Fred started.

George continued, “I’m sure you two know the only way out of it.”

A muddled stare was sent their way.

Their eyes followed up to right above where you and Severus were standing. Immediately, your faces fell at the realization of what they were eluding to.

“You’re the reasons all of these mistletoe are hanging everywhere?” Severus wondered aloud. “Take them down!” He demanded.

The boys shared a cheeky smile, “Can’t, Professor.” Fred spoke.

George nodded along with his brother as they moved around you two, “The only way out of it, is to kiss.” And with that, they’d disappeared into the great hall.

You stood there for a second, both silent, until the gears in your heads started to turn. At once, either of you had drawn your wands and tried to fire off a few simple spells that could counter the charmed mistletoe. Surprisingly to Severus, none of them had worked; you knew better than to be nonplussed.

Fred and George had always been talented wizards and when it came to how they created spells or pulled pranks, that was no different. You’d found yourself on both ends of their jokes one too many times to think otherwise. You knew better. Which was why you knew exactly what you were going to have to do.

“We’re going to have to kiss.” You interrupted his musing.

That’d brought him completely out of them, “Excuse me?”

His surprised response caused you to look towards the ceiling in annoyance. “You know, just as well as I do, that there is no other way out of this. Fred and George are too skillful and if they’ve thought of this possibility, the only way to get out of this is to listen to them.”

He looked at you as if you’d grown two heads, a third arm, and had started speaking a language he wasn’t familiar with. His thoughts were nearly presented in front of you with how hard he was thinking. His eyes had shown that he was done pondering, though.

You were going to try and convince him further, your stomach grumbling had started to bother you, but he’d already taken the initiative.

Severus’ lips connected with yours in a way neither of you expected. It was like two puzzle pieces connecting in an unfamiliar way - one that worked. It’d warmed you while at the same time confused you. But you hadn’t had time to dwell on it when you found yourself being pulled closer to Severus’ body. Forgetting where the two of you were, you’d found yourself breaking free from the one spot you’d previously been stuck in.

Your back was being pushed on the doors that you’d been trying to go through earlier, but you’d ignored it. Your hands found the back of his neck while one of his traveled down to hold your waist, with the other cradling your cheek. It’d felt like one of the longest kisses you’d ever had, but it was so, so pleasant and oddly passionate that you couldn’t find yourself caring.

Prior to being able to pull him impossibly nearer, you’d both found yourself leaning back as the once stable doors had suddenly started to quickly open.

In an instant, the two of you were met with the stunned faces of everyone in the dining hall. Your students had a mixture of astonished, disgusted, and snickering expressions. The professors table, on the other hand, held looks of knowing and ‘about time’ displayed on their faces.

You’d let go of Severus as he’d done the same, except for the hand that was resting on your lower back. It would have been comforting if not for the fact that you were embarrassed at being caught. You’d started to feel like the students that you’d sometimes discover in an empty classroom together. You wanted the attention off of you and quickly.

Had it not been for Dumbledore, everyone would still be frozen in their spots, looking at you. Instead, their attention was on the man who had tapped his goblet in a manner that caused every open ear to listen. Thankfully, you were able to get to your seats afterwards.

Everybody had gone back to either eating or engaging in their conversations with the other after Albus sat back down. Although, Minerva had shared an appreciative look with you before mouthing, ‘Took you long enough.’

You ignored that and merrily ate your food. Tried would be more like it. It would have been easy to do so if it wasn’t for the fact that Severus had continued to glance at you from time to time. You knew he wanted to speak about what had happened, however, you weren’t too thrilled to do so where there were a plethora of listening ears and a meddling Minerva.

“Yes, Severus?” You whispered, finally connecting your eyes with his.

He discreetly leaned closer to you, “We need to talk later.”

Nodding along to his words, “Alright,” you agreed. “Just bring some hot cocoa and marshmallows, and we have a deal.”

His face scrunched up in mild disgust, “I don’t like marshmallows in my hot chocolate, Y/n.” He admitted.

Your look of bewilderment nearly made him chuckle. You shook your head in disbelief, “You don’t like marshmallows in your hot chocolate? Why do you hate love!” You dramatically expressed.

That time, he couldn’t hold the snigger that came out of his mouth, “I prefer Firewhiskey.”

“You can’t put alcohol in hot chocolate…” You admonished.

“According to who?” Minerva chimed in.

You raised an eyebrow at her interruption and Severus leaned forward so she could see he wasn’t impressed by her interference either. She blushed at showing that she had been listening and turned back to talk with Albus.

Shaking your head with a small giggle, “We’re putting marshmallows in our hot cocoa.” You insisted.

But that had amused him, “Says who?”

“Me.” You pointed to yourself smugly.

Your shrug that followed up had also been funny to him, “And what if I don’t want to?” He wondered.

You tapped your chin in faux thought while looking up at the ceiling. You stayed silent for a moment longer then responded with, “Then I guess you won’t be drinking hot cocoa with me.”

“Bossy.” Severus threw at you.

You laughed, “You’ll learn to like it.” You promised. You were satisfied with his nod of agreement.

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I know this was short, but I hope you liked it! Like I said in this, I’ll be back to posting regularly (soon) and since I’ve fallen out of it, I have to get comfortable with it again - hence the short fic <3

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Deadpool Dean - Dean x Reader x Ellen Harvelle feat Sam

For: Bailey's 1yr Everything Challenge

Movie: Deadpool

For: Meg's Wayward Crack Challenge

SPN Woman: Ellen Harvelle

Prompt: I’m really bad at making decisions

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption lots of it, implied smut (if you squint)

Dean and Sam went to to Ellen Harvelle's Halloween party and Dean let Ellen and Sam talk him into wearing a costume. Sam as a cruel prank got his older brother a Deadpool costume. Sam had to get Dean a little buzzed to wear it, but he got Dean in the costume and to the party.

Ellen was putting decorations up in the bar when the door open, "oh ow, fuck, mom it's so bright" Y/n said. "Well it's afternoon so the sun's up, it usually is bright" Ellen said, "yeah, yeah I know, be more like your sister Jo" Y/n said. "Now that's not at all what I meant Y/n, I love you and your sister Jo equally" Ellen said, "yeah okay mom, I'm going to bed wake me for the party" Y/n said.

Ellen woke Y/n an hour before the party, she sat at the bar getting an early start on her next hangover. "Y/n honey, you think you can slow down on the booze" Ellen said, "mom" she whined. She put her glass down, walking outside, she Deadpool sitting on the hood of the Impala. "Hey Deadpool Dean" she said, "hey Y/n, how's it going" Dean said, "great, I keep trying not to be the screwed up daughter but keep being one anyway" Y/n said.

"Y/n I know screw ups, I'm one, my brothers one even my friend Castiel is one and he's an Angel" Dean said. "I screwed up my life Dean, I dropped out of school and called off my wedding" she said. "We both dropped out of school for the same reason we had work to do. You called off your wedding because the guy was a duecue bag" he said.

The party was over, people were going home, "hey Sam, you seen my daughter, I was awfully hard on her today or she thought I was anyway. I can't find her, she tends to do stupid things when she's mad at me" Ellen said. "No, I mean I saw her outside earlier but I haven't seen her since then" Sam said. "Was she outside alone" she said "no she was with Deadpool" Sam said. "No" Ellen said, she ran to the back of the bar, she opened the door to the storeroom.

Ellen saw a naked Y/n kissing a man in a Deadpool mask pulled up, "Y/n" Ellen said, "I'm really bad at making decisions. Sorry mama" Y/n said, Sam walked in. He looked at the situation in front of him, he started laughing "I don't see the humor in this Sam" Ellen said. "You will Ellen, "Deadpool, take off your mask" Sam said, he pulled his mask off revealing Dean Winchester. "Oh I see it Sam" Ellen said.

"Well things could be worse, I could've found her with Ash again on the pool table in the front" Ellen said. "That's a pretty mental picture" Sam said. "Ready to go Sammy" Dean said still wearing his Deadpool mask, "yeah bye guys" Sam said. "Bye boys" Ellen waved, "and mama I'm not like Jo, I can fuck a guy just for the fun" Y/n said.

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