#I have more energy tonite

[moonstruck-stormy]

For Day 2 of Bat week this is the Greater Mascarene or the Mauritian Flying Fox (relative of the extinct small Mauritian flying Fox)

This species is endangered and has occasional culls because of fruit farmers’ protection. It’s the island’s most important pollinator and seed disperser. So uh stop doing that.

It doesn’t threaten fruit farms any more than invasive species which don’t disperse seeds as well :-)

[ayyponine]

(oh victory. stern talking to frm boss on diminished performance at work prompts local woman to finally book drs appointment and figure out wtf wrong w her <3)

[herlondonboy]

arms tonite, clarisse la rue

summary: I cry in the afterlife I cry hard because I have died, and you're alive I try to escape afterlife I try hard to get back inside your arms alive VERY loosely based off of this request

warnings: mc death obviously, sad everyone, my lack of knowledge on the battle of manhattan because i read the books 7 years ago

wc: 1.7k

you sit against the ancient tree, the bark rough against your back, a painful reminder of the chaos that unfolded. your fingers clutch your stomach, the pain intensifying with each passing moment, a stark contrast to the distant roars of battle. your chest throbs where the drakon's claws had viciously slashed you moments ago.

the air is thick with tension as you watch your friends and family, armed and determined, engage in the fierce battle of manhattan. the clash of weapons, the echoes of spells, and the monstrous roars resonate through the air, creating a cacophony that drowns the world around you.

your gaze shifts from one familiar face to another, each caught in the chaos of combat. the weight of your injuries pales in comparison to the heaviness in your heart as you realise the magnitude of the conflict. the realisation that more lives are at stake than just your own sends a shiver down your spine.

tears blur your vision as you witness the sacrifices being made for the greater good. the ground beneath you trembles with the resonance of battle, a painful reminder of the fragile line between victory and defeat. you wipe away the tears, a silent vow to honour those who fight alongside you.

despite the searing pain and the exhaustion that threatens to consume you, you summon the strength to stand. your every step is a battle against your own limitations. as you move towards the frontline, determination replaces despair. the stakes are too high, and you refuse to let the sacrifices of those around you be in vain.

with each step, you feel the weight of responsibility on your shoulders. the tree, once a refuge, now seems like an anchor holding you back. but you press forward, driven by a desire to protect the ones you love.

the battlefield unfolds before you like a tapestry of chaos, but you find a rhythm within it. your own pain becomes a fuel, transforming into a relentless determination. you join the fight, your weapon cutting through the air as you face the challenges that threaten your world.

in the midst of battle, you catch glimpses of your friends, their resilience mirroring your own. the scars on your chest throb in sync with the beating heart of the battle, a constant reminder of the price of survival. yet, you fight on, not just for yourself, but for the future of those you hold dear.

the battle of manhattan rages on, a testament to the strength of the human spirit in the face of adversity. and as the dust settles, you stand amidst the fallen, a survivor, a witness to the sacrifices that define the heart of heroes.

locked in the chaos of battle, your eyes meet clarisse's across the tumultuous field. the concern etched on her face speaks volumes, a reflection of the scars left by the loss of silena beauregard. the memory of silena's sacrifice lingers, and clarisse fears history may repeat itself.

summoning every ounce of energy within you, you manage a reassuring smile for clarisse, a silent promise that you'll make it through. the connection between you two transcends the battlefield, a source of strength that fuels your determination.

as you let out a ferocious battle cry, it echoes through the turmoil, a proclamation of defiance against the forces that threaten your world. the resonance of your voice, joined by the battle cries of others, creates a symphony of resistance that shakes the very foundations of the battleground.

with renewed vigour, you charge back into the fray, your weapon slicing through the air as you engage with the enemies that stand before you. clarisse fights by your side, a formidable duo that refuses to be broken by the looming shadows of kronos.

the battlefield becomes a dance of blades and magic, each movement a calculated effort to turn the tides of war. your connection with clarisse strengthens your resolve, and together you weave through the chaos, fighting back the forces of darkness.

clarisse's concern transforms into determination as she witnesses your tenacity. the bond between you becomes a beacon of hope in the midst of despair. silena's sacrifice, though painful, serves as a reminder of the strength that arises from unity and love.

amidst the clash of weapons and the eruption of spells, you and clarisse carve a path forward. the battlefield is a canvas of struggle, but your shared commitment to each other becomes a driving force that propels you through the hardships.

as the battle unfolds, you find moments to lock eyes with clarisse, exchanging silent reassurances that you're still standing, that the darkness hasn't claimed you. the weight of her worry lessens with each shared glance, replaced by a growing confidence in your resilience.

the battle of manhattan rages on, but your bond with clarisse becomes a source of inspiration for those around you. the echoes of your battle cry reverberate through the hearts of allies, spurring them on to face the challenges that lie ahead. together, you fight not just for survival but for a future where love triumphs over the shadows that threaten to engulf the world.

tears stream down your face, mixing with the dirt and blood on your cheeks. the pain radiates through your body, each breath a struggle. clarisse's hands, stained with the battle's residue, continue to apply pressure to the wound, her movements desperate and unyielding.

"sorry," she mutters through her own sobs, her voice breaking with every apology. but despite the pain, you recognised the strength in her touch, the fierce determination to defy the cruel hand fate has dealt.

you wince as her hands press against the wound, the searing pain intensified by the pressure. your breath catches, and you find it harder to form words. finally, you manage to muster the strength to speak, "sto... stop!"

clarisse's hands fall to the side, and she looks at you with a mix of sorrow and regret. you can see the pain in her eyes as she watches you, helpless in the face of impending loss. "stop, please," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible over the battlefield's cacophony.

she apologises again, her hands cradling your head as if trying to shield you from the cruel reality. you can feel her trembling, the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you. in this shared vulnerability, the world around you seems to fade, leaving only the raw, painful connection between two souls entwined by love and loss.

as the battle continues to rage, clarisse stays by your side, her gaze fixed on your face. the chaos unfolds around you, a stark contrast to the stillness of this intimate, heartbreaking moment. in the hushed pauses between your sobs, you confess the fear that grips your heart, the terror of facing the unknown, of losing everything you hold dear.

"clarisse, i’m scared," you admit, your voice a fragile whisper.

clarisse's eyes well up with tears, but she brushes them away with the back of her hand. "you're not going anywhere," she insists, though the lie hangs heavy in the air, a bittersweet attempt to offer comfort in the face of inevitable tragedy.

the battlefield's rhythm continues, a cruel reminder of life's relentless march forward. you feel the grip of mortality tightening, each breath becoming shallower. clarisse leans in, her forehead touching yours, a final act of closeness in the fleeting moments that remain.

in the quiet between the clashes of war, your final breath escapes you. clarisse's hands still cradle your head, her eyes closed, as if trying to hold onto the fragile threads of your presence. the battlefield's chaos, now distant, becomes the backdrop to a heartbreaking silence.

clarisse stays there, lost in a mix of grief and disbelief. the world around her continues to turn, but in that stillness, she remains with you, holding onto the memory of love and loss amidst the echoes of battle.

clarisse, fueled by the searing pain of your loss, rises from the ground, her eyes reflecting the torment that lingers within. the battlefield, now stained with the blood of the fallen, becomes the canvas upon which she paints her grief and rage. without you to return to, her actions are untethered, reckless in the face of her newfound solitude.

she charges into the fray with a ferocity unmatched, each swing of her weapon cutting through the enemy lines. the air crackles with the energy of her relentless assault, a testament to the storm of emotions that rages within her. clarisse fights not only for victory but to drown out the haunting echoes of your final moments.

as she carves a path through the chaos, a determination burns in her eyes, a fire fueled by the memory of your courage. the world around her blurs, and she becomes a force of nature, unyielding in her pursuit of justice. her every movement is a declaration that your sacrifice will not be in vain.

the battle rages on, and as percy confronts kronos, the culmination of their struggles unfolds. in the aftermath of percy's victory, clarisse stands amidst the wreckage, alive but changed. the victory is bittersweet, and the reality of a world without you sets in.

chris rodriguez, battle-weary and scarred, kneels beside clarisse. he sees the turmoil in her eyes, the weight of a heart burdened with grief and guilt. without a word, he offers her a silent comfort, a presence that understands the scars etched into the soul.

clarisse, attempting to remain stoic, fights against the torrent of emotions threatening to consume her. but as the battlefield falls into an uneasy silence, she crumbles. tears stream down her face, a torrent of pain and regret released in a torrential downpour.

"i couldn't do it," she chokes out between sobs. "the one thing i was born to do, and i couldn't protect them." the realisation of her perceived failure gnaws at her, leaving her vulnerable in the aftermath of the war.

chris, with a gentleness unexpected from a seasoned warrior, places a hand on her shoulder. he understands the depth of her grief, having faced his own demons. in the quiet aftermath, they share a moment of shared sorrow, acknowledging the harsh reality of a world that demands sacrifices, even from those who fight with everything they have.

as the first light of dawn breaks over the battlefield, clarisse rises from her emotional abyss, a survivor forged in the crucible of loss. the scars of battle may fade, but the wounds of the heart linger, a reminder that even in victory, the cost can be immeasurable.

you cried that night. because you died in the arms of your lover, and it couldn't have been more perfect.

[leatherandtea]

Me: yes finally I have energy for huge productivity, this is exactly as it should be, I have been unleashed to rule the world, hey why is partner being such a criminal with how he's breathing

Body: period? Period tonite queen? Misery just 4 u?

Ffffffffffffffffuuu no stop I have things to do let me wring a little more out of this pls not yet

[badstargateimagines]

Stargate Character Analysis

Based on what I think they’d have as their song in a relationship

Jack: In Spite of Ourselves by John Prine. I think it’s just uncouth enough that he’d love it and his perfect level of sappy. It’s a song that doesn’t take itself seriously and in turn that makes it one of the best love songs I’ve ever had the good fortune of hearing.

Daniel: Our House by Crosby Stills and Nash. This is a song that is so incredibly cosy and I think that’s fundamentally what he wants. Growing up in the foster system, I don’t think he ever would have had a sense of home. I think with the right person, he’d finally have that. I’d just like to point out the words “life used to be so hard, now every thing is easy cause of you and our house” are very Daniel In Love. Also alternatively, I think he’d have strong feelings towards the song Androgynous (specifically the Crash Test Dummies version) because Daniel and the concept of Gender isn’t something I see going well together.

Sam: Tonite is a Wonderful Time (to fall in love) by April Wine. I don’t think she’d be into the ballads necessarily but I think she’d crave the sentiment. This song falls perfectly in the middle of being sappy and high energy. I think it would remind her of long nights spent talking with her partner as they both work away at the kitchen table, catching glances of each other over their laptop screens.

Jonas: M+M’s by Blink-182. I think he’d also want a more high energy song, but I don’t think he’d want the traditional sentiment of a love song. Blink-182 managed to capture the feeling of being 20 and in love with a tongue in cheek sense of humour that I think would really resonate with Jonas. I think he’d be going on adventures with his partner at any opportunity with a living in the moment lust for life that attitude.

Teal’c: When I’m Sixty Four by The Beatles. I think he’d appreciate the implied longevity of the relationship as well as how happy it sounds. I think it reminds him how much he missed his family and why he’s working so save the galaxy. I think he’d also love Dance Me to the End of Love by Leonard Cohen for similar reasons.

Vala: Tainted Love by Gloria Jones. I think she heard the Soft Cell version first but prefers the original. I just feel like she has a tendency towards unhealthy, largely sex-driven relationships. It’s either that or like WAP or something lmao

General Hammond: You’re Always On My Mind but specifically the Willie Nelson version. We all know papa Hammond is always working and I can only imagine the strain that puts on his relationship. I think this song says exactly what he wants to say but can never find the words. I also think he would think of his kids every time he hears Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver. My dad once said that he used to listen to that song when he’d leave on deployment early in the morning because he’d often leave while we were still asleep and he found that the song captures that sentiment really well.

[meirimerens]

I know many people in the fandom like herb brides but I can't stand them. I hate literally everything they represent. Sure, they were supposed to be celibate priestes, but they are all, like you said, conventionally attractive 20 something year olds with no body hair, which makes this seem like a virgin fetish. Speaking about fetish fuel, one of them begs Artemy to kill her sacrificially while calling herself his "wife", the sacrifice in question being needlessly graphic and occuring in the scene that frequently needs to be reset by most players (therefore, having to mutilate her multiple times). I know they have a cool concept but jfc. At least in P1 the human sacrifice in the kin was somewhat criticized. Brides in P2 are so miogynistic, I hate everyone who was involved in writing them

I hear and understand your grievances. I personally more cannot stand the failure they were made to endure. i am mad at how mishandled they were, at how much of a lost potential they are. I am forever conflicted about Nara and her death in the Abattoir because (i've talked about this At Length with friends but I don't have the power tonite to rant about it again) On One Hand i UNDERSTAND why it happens. what she is teaching Artemy. what her importance is. On The Other, she is directly mirroring a Bull (cattle.) that Artemy cut up on day 5. she fits directly the trope of "dying to further a male character's story" and it drives me nuts. however i refuse to hate the Brides for being poorly-written, and will redirect all of my energy into 1) making them. differently teehee giggle 2) directly critiquing the people who have written them and the way they are written, because they are not Real Women With Agency, they're written characters.

I've added it to the previous HB ask, but while most of my grievances model-wise for them are from P2, they are not spared in P1. P1 is the game that explicitly says they are traded and bought between odonghs (like objects, like animals). It is also the game in which an implicit sexualization takes place, where the Brides say that being nude is part of the mores, and yet Worms will accuse them of sexualizing themselves for Andrey, "pleasuring outsiders" and "abandoning themselves to vice" (when they are supposed to remain celibate), and has implications of Andrey's bar being a brothel, which was greatly toned down in P2 (and replaced with. well). Considering the Kin is directly compared to real-life indigenous people (including Native Americans), this comes with its set of Deeply Troubling Implications about the sexualization of real-life Native women, and the history of colonization and sexual violence that has been inflicted on women within colonized peoples. And they also have detailed nipples in P1 because why stop there. they're not spared in P1, they're just... less in-your-face about it.

[lamefanfics]

Discovering A Siblings Pain

[AN: Hi! This is my first fanfic so I apologize if it’s written wrong or if the grammar sucks (I suck at grammar) But enjoy!]

Jake hadn’t slept well since netyam’s death. So when his kids are missing in the middle of the night he notices.

Jake had thought they’d be good, hell the kids didn’t have the energy to get any trouble after what happened. But not to his surprise he awoke to find Lo’ak, Kiri and Y/N gone. Y/N and lo’ak were expected but it must be something bad if Kiri went to. So, naturally after seeing tuk soundly asleep with his mate, he went to find them. Only they were doing something he didn’t expect, and something that made his heart sing.

He’d found them at the beach, sitting at the docks together, passing up his inner o’toko mato, he watched them. They all sat in a circle at the docks. “Everyone remover what we agreed on?” There silence told Kiri, she needed to go over the rules again. She scoffed “Seriously guys how many times have we done this?”Y/N let out a giggle as Kiri shook her head. Lo’ak tried to hide his smirk.

Both of them are lying.

“No matter what we say, weather it be something that mom and dad would love to know. We don’t tell, this stuff is private and it will stay with us three.” Y/N shuddered “Don’t mention mom, I feel like she come from behind with her bow” Lo’ak shuddered as well as Kiri sighed shaking her head. “Alright guys come on, let’s start it”. Jake was surprised to see that Lo’ak was the one keeping them on topic normally that was never good. They all gathered in a circle and locked pinkies.

What were they doing?

Lo’ak and Kiri hummed quitely as Y/N spoke “Oh great mother, Ewya we ask you to send us a gift just at night”

Oh there mother would come at them with a bow using ewyas name in vain.

Y/N paused swichting spots with Lo’ak “Give us his ears tonite, so he may hear us with alll our might”. Again Lo’ak went back to humming as Kiri spoke “Ewya, please great mother, giver of life give us netyam’s ears just for tonite”

Netayam?

Lo’ak was the first to move, letting out a breath “Can I go first tonite?” His sister’s nodded moving to there own positions kneeling and praying in a whisper. Jake wachted as his son pulled out a peice of paper from his loin cloth. “Hey bro, I know it’s been awhile…

Oh.

“Things are better” He continued “ I don’t hurt anymore, I stopped after tsyeray caught me” Y/N seemed to wince at that as Lo’ak let out a sad chuckle “You would’ve called a sxwang and given me a good smack. Trust me, she hits a lot softer then you did”

Oh no.

Jake felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach for two reasons. Lo’ak was hurt and didn’t come to him and that he shouldn’t be listening to this. This was there time, there grief and as sad as he was he wasn’t invited. It reminded him of when he stumbled into the home tree. But this was different “Dad isn’t so mean anymore, he was in the first weeks. Like he knew that I was the reason you were dead” Jake held back a wince of his own. As much concern he had for his kids this was there time to speak freely. So he told himself that he’d go back once they were gone and not tell anyone else about this. “I miss you, I hope you are enjoying ewya. Soon enough I will be old enough to mate” Lo’aks voice became shaky “I’d hoped to experience that with you. The relentless teasing would’ve been annoying..” his voice trailed off as he choked a sob. Jake wanted nothing but to run and hug his son. And it seemed like he wasn’t the only one. Y/N put up and arm as kiri moved to go hug him and shook her head.

Poor Lo’ak , It wasn’t his fault.

Lo’ak finished his letter with a lot more heaviness, something that made Jake have to hold back a sob as a tear rolled down his cheek. His sisters stood up once he was anoced he was finished and tackled him with a hug. “Your such a Sxwaung Lo’ak!” Y/N shouted as Kiri smacked the back of his head all three of them were crying. Including Lo’ak who howled with laughter. “Shush!” Kiri scouled the both of them bringing the sorrow full laughter to an end.

Shit, damn Kiri’s good instinct’s!

Jake froze, not daring to make a sound as his daughter scanned the beach. “What is it kiri? Did dad wake up to lecture us again?” Y/N teased witchy made Lo’ak hold back a chuckle. “No, I think I heard a fish is all” she said “Better not have been tuk, I hade to spend two hours convincing her it was a dream” Lo’ak complained “You are a very bad liar Lo’ak” Kiri teased. “ Salibo’s si waste ne. Ewya’s kindnesses wis ke’u last forever. (Siblings, do not waste time. Ewyas kindness will not last forever)” they both nodded at Y/N’s remark and kept going.

Smart kid.

They continued Kiri had her turn and so did Y/N, at the end they all thanked ewya and said there goodbyes. And by the end Jake sully had cried. He cried for his children because they had pain that they refused to share. He hated that.

Please ewya

He prayed, for the second time in his life time as a nav’i

Give me there pain, there to young to new to be so hurt please ewya.

They started to walk inside, he’d almost been in the clear, until Y/N spoke up. His second youngest, adopted from the currents of the forests was Neytiri liked to put it.”Give me a moment, I will be inside soon” Lo’ak was concerned “Are you sure Y/n? We could wait with you” kiri tugged at his tail playfully with a yawn. “Give her time and trust” kiri turned to her laying her hands on Y/N’s cheeks as there heads met. “Time and trust” Y/n agreed. And they left the young warrior outside.

I wounder why, please ewya don’t let her start crying

Jake had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed his daughter snaking up behind him. “Papa”

Oh shit.

He turned to meet her tear stained face “Yes, baby it’s me” he knew it was no use trying to fool the girl, she barely ever fell for horror stories. And she never fell for Lo’aks pranks. “We’re you out here the whole time?” She asked a slight hint of shame on her voice.

Oh hell no, no way she’s gonna be ashamed for that

“Yes I was sweetness and that was very beautiful” she seemed to perk up at that “You think so?” She had doubted his words since her brother, the first to truly see her passed. “It was very kind, very very kind” there was a silence before Y/N tackled him with a hug. “Oh my baby, my little ball of fire. You all did so well I’m very proud” he soothed. “You need to say that to Lo’ak more papa” he chuckled. Once His mate had told him that children are often copies of there parents. “Lo’ak is yours, but Y/N.. my sweet ball of fire. That one is mine” she was right, Y/N was like a mini version of her. Always outspoken and strong, so when these moments came Jake made sure to give her exactly what she needed. “I know I will” he promised, “No!” She pulled away “You can’t tell them anything about what you saw tonite, please papa” she asked him, she pleaded with him. “Alright, alright I wount I promise” Y/N took her father hand and locked his pinkie with hers the same way she’d done with Lo’ak and kiri. “Promie Ewya papa” she said “Promises the great mother you will not speak a word of what happened tonite”

Oh yeah this was definitely Neytiri’s kid.

“I promise Ewya I swear by her I will not speak a word of what I saw” Jake said holding his voice firm before pulling his daughter into another hug. “Papa! I can’t breath-!” He chuckled before squeezing her tighter “I love you Y/N so much, my little ball of fire” She snorted.

Jake didn’t tell anyone about what he saw that night but it didn’t stop him from squeezing the life out of kiri and Lo’ak the next morning. “Im very proud of both of you, I love you both so much” they had looked at him confused. “Are you feeling alright dad?” Kiri asked “Yeah, your crying” Lo’ak pointed out. “Yes, I’m more then alright,” he paused for a moment before getting another idea as he wachted Y/N sit down to eat. “Maybe once were all done with breakfast you three would like to go for a flight? Fill me in on what’s been going on with your lives” Jake sulky was not good at acting like he didn’t know things, luckily Y/N’s older siblings had much more on there mind then to question him.

Hey netyam

It’s Y/N

You’ll never guess what dad did.

[soothsayerclub]

[6/30/2024] ★ Sunday Fun!!!! 🐇

TONITE IS THE MATERIA RAVE AT MISSISSIPPI UNDERGROUND :D

Doors open at 9 PM!! It's a $25 door charge but I'm gonna splurge cuz I NEED to meet more alt people or it's SO over >_< LOL. Maybe I'll see YOU there :3

I'm up suuuuuper early cuz I'm a born insomniac zZzZzZz 🪦

I'll B taking the bus and the metro 2 get there, so I've been plotting mah route in between waking up.

Wanna know what I'm gonna be up to today? Learn more about meh below!! :D

★ I started the day with the dregs of a leftover Monster energy (Strawberry Dream!! 🍓⚡) and decided to sort thru my kandi and figure out what I wanted 2 wear and which of THOSE I'd be kewl wih trading X3 Then I ate breakfast in my yard LOL it's SO prettyy and overcast today.

☆ I listened 2 some Ke$ha, and then I went 2 the convenience store 2 grab a Monster for laterz!! (Water melon whatever-itz-called this time LOL)

★ When I got back I rewatched Scene Kid Love. Sceney Sceneable is SO CUTE!!!!!! It's super short tho, and I don't have to do my next shit till 11 AM, so I decided 2 check out some cartoons I've never seen before -- Happy Tree Friends and Foamy the Squirrel!! HTF is okayyy it's cute n all, but it really just made me wanna watch Final Destination ROFL. Foamy the Squirrel SUX it was SO boring. This IAN guy clearly wants to be Jhonen Vasquez but he lacksthe charm and talent 💀 I logged into Moshi Monsters while I watched the toonz (ADD MEH!!! - @ Fairyfly)

☆ Time to watch Final Destination hehe

★ Finished Final Destination!! It's still only 9:50 XP Imma watch Final Destination 2 :D

☆ At 11 I'm gonna shower, and then go SWIMMING!! I have the CUTEST skull print bikini, it's black with silver glittery details xX

Moar 2 COME :D I'm gonna focus on mah movie

[bl6ckr0s3]

Financial Struggles continues....

So Joshua just quit his job at the Johnny Cash Museum. I sort of wish he didn't even accept the job, but they don't have a stable schedule. Their schedule is all over the place, and the manager strictly pointed out that he doesn't care about church. I can understand why people come in and out of that place now because maybe they don't cater as much to the employee's needs otherwise maybe they might be lucky enough to land some long term employees. Joshua knows and wants to do better attending our worship services at our church, so that's the reason he quit so fast there.

He found an add on Craigslist for a custodial job for this one company. Supposedly it's going to be a Mon-Fri day shift which is perfect for him. Now he needs to be there tomorrow by 10am to turn in his application and process his employment because they will start him on Monday. The company is here in town, but it looks like he's going to be cleaning up trash at a UPS corporation. Well, I surely hope he will keep this job for a good while. They are paying slightly more than the museum jobs so more money, the better right now since I been needing his financial support to help me for a long time now. He's not been able to keep his jobs for long because of his pickiness and struggles of dealing with other people or super picky management.

Jesus, if it's not one thing it's after another. I seem to continue to find a long list of things to add to a negative review I will be giving on the Drake Inn. It's supposed to be raining today and tomorrow and possible Saturday. It was raining really really hard earlier and the fucking water literally just leaked underneath our front door and our floor was partially wet. I felt it when I went to grab some stuff from my gym bag sitting on top of the dresser near the front door after I got out of the shower. I felt water on the floor and we were like wtf??? We had to grab a towel and just keep it underneath the front doorway for now while it's going to be raining on and off tonite. Like I mentioned before, I won't be giving a negative review on this place or awhile until I know for sure that we won't ever have to return back to this place. I mean it's really bad. I'll show you a sample of my negative review that I will leave for them when the time comes when we find a more permanent better place to live in here in Nashville. Since Joshua is supposed to be starting his new job next Monday, we need to make sure we come up with enough money to get a room at the weekly hotel right by my job so that I can just walk over there or walk back and not have to worry about needing my car to get back and forth. It's very convenient since it's close to my job if we were to rent a room from the Extended Stay hotel across the street at the end of the block.

Joshua's mother has been helping us financially with money while we been out here to make sure we had enough for our stay until we are able to financially get back on our feet. It's been hard especially thinking about a lot of the stuff that I had to leave behind at that fucking apartment in North Hollywood. I never thought I was gonna end up throwing so much stuff away especially leaving behind my computer cases and motherboards and shit. I spent so much money on that stuff and now it's gone. Well, it wasn't working so I guess it's not much of a loss now because those things had only been sitting in my room these last few years. I never had time, money, or energy to get it back up and running.

Here is a review I have typed up for the Drake Inn Motel that I have not posted online yet. It may be months before I decide to post it, but it's just so bad that it needs to be posted. It's nothing against the staff because they had been wonderful to us with their service. It's the condition of the fucking place that's really went downhill. Here's what I have so far:

"I'm not giving a 5 star review since the room needs a lot of work or a 1 star because of the good staff here. Me and my boyfriend came to this motel because the original hotel we booked our room for was never reserved for us as promised. We paid for a week of stay a month's in advance because we were planning to move down here to Nashville, TN from Los Angeles, CA. We even made a phone call and spoke to the supervisor at the place to make sure that we were going to be ok if we arrived later than the check in time because of the severe weather conditions on the way.

We were traveling 2,000 miles all the way there and we ended up not being helped by a man who was working at the desk during the night hours. He said there was a room available for somebody else, but it wasn't for us because he didn't receive any paperwork of our information. Was that our fault? No, of course not, but the supervisor was not there to help us because majority of the businesses close on Sundays because of their honoring Sunday as a holy day for church. We traveled all that way and not have a room reserved all that time because the guy had overbook the hotel rooms of course so we were pretty much screwed. We drove to a motel nearby so we ended up here at the Drake Inn. My boyfriend wanted to stay here originally because it was known as a filming location for "The Thing Called Love". We didn't realize all the negative reviews this place has gotten until we been staying here for awhile. Their rates are a good deal, but you know what they say, you pay for what you get.

Like I mentioned before the staff was very kind and welcoming and was understanding of our situation with HomeTown Studios. We were thankful for the good rate we were charged since a lot of other hotels were a bit more expensive. We are trying to get back on our feet because we no longer was able to afford to live and survive in California, so we didn't have a choice, but to stay here until we were able to get to a better place. I understand the staff is not responsible for the maintenance of the hotel, but we really don't understand why the owner can't take better care of a historical place? If I owned this place, I would make sure it was well taken care of especially for it being a historical place. It's really sad. A lot of the complaints I have read on the reviews were true about the rooms. We have killed every cockroach that has crossed our path in the room we stayed, probably at least 8-10 within the 3 weeks we now been staying here for. The room is extremely outdated, one of the light covers in the room were missing, somebody took a plastic bag and covered over a spot on the high part of the wall where the smoke detector use to be located, the bed comforter and sheets are old with stains and burnt holes from cigarrettes, there are stains on the floor and on the mattresses that was never cleaned, there is a big hole on the bathroom door, the bathroom door doesn't shut all the way because the door hinges look like they are not aligned, the bathroom ceiling looks like somebody repainted over it and it is a huge glop of whatever they put on and wasn't done right, the toilet water keeps running like the toilet needs to be replaced or there's a bad part that doesn't retain water in the toilet where you can actually flush it normally, and the towels are thin and worn out like they are also very old. In our current financial situation, this is what we had to settle for until we go to a better place since we need to save up for our own place since our move down here. This part of the town is somewhat ghetto, but it could've been worse. My original job facility came from South Central of Los Angeles, so I definitely have seen a lot worse. This location is not far from downtown. The last thing we wouldn't have expected is when there is a big storm raining down, the water had leaked on the floor right near the front door entrance.

We had to grab a towel from the bathroom and leave it on the floor to soak up the rain water, but thankfully the water didn't get to our stuff that was laying by the dresser in the room not far from the door. We are thankful the microwave and fridge at least works. For our budget, this is what we got, but I had never stayed at a hotel that was this bad in condition in my life. This place deserves to be better cared for."

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I am tired of struggling with money. I know me and Josh had only been in Tennessee for 3 weeks. It's going to take some time to get settled down. I truly hope we can get our own place in less than 6 months. We haven't attended church service in the past 2 weeks because of all the Holy Supper schedules going on with the churches. We weren't able to attend the preparation because of my work schedule. I wouldn't be able to travel to Memphis and then be able to make it back to work on time in Nashville. They are very limited in the church services here in these states which is the only thing that sucks. They don't have a locale for Nashville, only an extension at somebody's house. Their real WS are held in Huntsville, AL. We don't want to have anything to do with Alabama which is the reason we registered our locale in Memphis, TN instead. That town is 3 hours away from Nashville. The houses and cost of living there is very very cheap. I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up getting a house down there, especially if Joshua ever gets a job at Graceland down there. I dunno what's gonna happen yet, but I can feel that our lives will slowly come into place because I had been seeing some things work out in our favor since the moment I got the job transfer approved back last fall. Knowing that we were already struggling financially in California and Josh had been dying to come live in Tennessee, now we got our wish. We just need financial help to get through these weeks until we are able to afford our own permanent home. God help us.

[ruhrohrps]

loving the energy in this chilis tonite!! do you have ideas on how to make groups be more collaborative and encourage members to plot stuff out aside from an admins plot drops?

This is soooooo late but I haven't really been online {life's just chaos}

Admins could always make group decisions on a poll basis, as well as maybe having the ability for members to join in with their ideas via a form through the submit or even via survey platforms.

There could also be an emphasis on plotting by requiring members to either have a wanted connections page, or even requiring people to send in around 3-ish plots along with their app so the admin team can see they're actually there for story-building, ect.

[kittycatcarla]

I use youtube music but thats not the point

1. Arms Tonite - Mother Mothet

2. Fuck the Supreme Court (Rant Song) - Rio Romeo

3. What Youre Worth (The Guitar Song) - Sushi Soucy

4. Hammerhead - Penelope Scott

5. Shia LaBeouf Live - Rob Cantor

6. Burning Pile - Mother Mother

7. Lemons - Brye and Cavetown

8. Burnt Espressor (feat Barnes Blvd.) - Sydney Amos

9. Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry? - Lovejoy

10. Paint That Lady - Tom Cardy

Gonna tag.. @cupcake-smoothie1 @vancrypt @godmodebeginswithlesbians @endless---possibility and i dont have the energy to think of more urls but feel free to reblog this with your own if you want to

Herws the playlist btw

Thank you so much for tagging @khalewren! I love these things!!! :D

shuffle your “on repeat” playlist on spotify & post the first 10 songs and tag 10 people   

Krakow- Matt Maltese

Mystery- Matt Maltese

Can You Picture That?- Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem (The Muppets)

Krystal- Matt Maltese

The Adults Are Talking- The Strokes

Emergency Contact- Pierce the Veil

i wish that i could wear hats- Brian David Gilbert

Live Life- Crush 40 (YEAHHHHHH HELL YEAH LIVE LIFE WOOO)

Open Your Heart- Crush 40

Unbound- SEGA Sound Team (from sa1)

and let's go ahead and tag @lunapegasus, @starspices, @dreaminginmysoup, @ne0nbreeze, @shadow-von-vamp, @steeltwigz, @finleyforevermore, @nostalgic-soda, @whisper-and-tangle (no pressure tho! just have fun and be silly :3)

[pawzunyan]

i am back from work.

i am really tired and sweaty

pls send me art suggestions because i need to draw before bed or i die horribly

[jpegcompressor]

i woke up with a lot of energy and i don’t know what to do with it

[mortalspark-blog]

* — answer the questions and tag followers you want to get to know better.

tagged by: my everlasting fave @alleywaysbelow age: le twenty birthplace: berlin, germany! current time: 00.10 ( aka snooze time now ) drink you last had: tap water ( i’m a starving artist, folks ! ) mbti & moral alignment: infp and lawful good. current favourite outfit: can i say my sleeping clothes? otherwise black jeans, hoodie, denim jacket, vans. favourite song: the fear / ben howard. hogwarts house: hufflepuff in love: dear god, not at the moment. colour: grey, yellow, light green, red. love at first sight or walk around again: walk around again! middle name: victoria. number of siblings: six! favourite place in your neighbourhood: my apartment hgfcvgbh but no there’s a park across the street that i like to go to when it’s warm to write and read. person you called last: well, it was henri! ( @alleywaysbelow ) question you are asked most?: how old are you? / are you really working here? tv shows: twin peaks, peaky blinders, mr. robot. last song you sang?: i do not sing like in any way, but my bathroom walls surely were delighted to hear me yell out the iconic come what may of the iconic movie m.oulin rouge! time you woke up: 9:40am! worst habit: i never go to bed early, i can be very rude when i don’t intend to be, also i never have any cash on me. favourite food: the art of a good vegan pizza should never be underestimated. also fried vegetables with rice are a front-runner at the moment. zodiac sign: gemini sun, virgo moon, leo rising!

i tag: @bravegroupie @francaissonata @rosewand @loudnite @altarshine / @honeyear @thaegeiro and really just whoever wants to! 🌻💚

[garlique]

one of u needs to stop me from ordering takeout tonight lmao

[thegrimreaper-probably]

Sad story ahead!

Steve Harrington x dying reader.

Summary: The mall scene! Reader and Billy are half siblings bc Neil cheated on your mom with Billy’s mom. Steve and you are dating

Warning! Talks about seeing ghost and bunch of trauma. This does talk/ imply that you were suicidal! Talk is that in the song says suicide in your arms tonight. Implying that you didn’t care about dying. (Which neither do I but I don’t know if that suicidal)

Based of the song Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

“Y/N!” I yell as she block Billy from the Mind Flayer. I run over to her and ignore everything.

“Y/n?” I hold her body in mine as she’s covered in blood.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’ll be okay. We’ll get out of here.”

“Steve-.”

“Shh save your energy.” I take my shit off and try to stop the bleeding.

“Baby I’m not gonna make it. Please just keep Max safe.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“I know Billy can but just help him.”

“Billy needs you. I need you!” She pushes the shirt off and I hold her back in my arms. I know she right but I don’t want too.

“I know but at- least I died in your arms.”

“No your not.”

“I love you.”

“Please- what about all the promises we made?” She kiss my cheek with the last of her strength.

“Please I need you.” She smiles sadly and her eyes get tired.

“Y/n I love you too.” She slowly falls limp in my arms as I hug her closer.

“Y/n?” Max asks as tears run down her face as she holds Billy’s body. She screams and Lucas holds her tight as both her step siblings were died.

Steve finally found out why you hated your dad. He was abusive to you and Billy. The dick had tried to sell your guys stuff. Steve bought it all and made sure Max had gotten whatever she wanted from you guy. At the funeral where your mother came to see you for the first time scene you moved here.

You never said your feelings on her but Steve thinks it would be anger now. Your mother was beautiful looked a lot like you which broke his heart even more. Yet she left you with Neil which if she maybe just hadn’t you’d be alive right now.

The worst of all was he still saw you. The funeral you and Billy had been sitting with Max as she cried. He saw you with Billy never alone. A constant reminder as to why he blamed himself.

Then it seemed everyone but him and Max moved on. Dustin was friends with Eddie Muson who now everyone thinks is a murder. Which at first he thought the same, but Vacna or whatever had been killing people. Which now he’s trying to get Max.

“Max please just listen to me.” I say as put batteries in the walker.

“Steve I don’t need you.” She grabs the walker and walks off.

“Max I need to do it for us.” I stand in front of her way.

“I can do it myself!” Max had problems with anger just like Billy. So did Steve but your problem was not caring about death. Not caring what happened to you as long as everyone else was happy. Some sad twisted joke life had on them.

“Max just let me-!” Suddenly I wasn’t in the house. I was at the mall with you.

“Y/n!” I run to her and hug her.

“I fell hard in your arms that night, it was nice. I died in your arms that night. I slipped through into the afterlife, It was nice. White light in your arms that night. I lost sight in your arms that night, It was nice.” She says and breaks the hug.

“Wasn’t so nice for me.” I say angry.

“Hey, you, don't you think it's kinda cute? That I died right inside your arms that night.” Y/n says.

“Y/n I know this isn’t you but I can’t live without you.”

“Really? Because I cried in the afterlife. I cried hard because I have died and you're alive! I tried to escaped the afterlife, I tried hard to get back inside your arms alive.” As she yelled she become bigger and more demonic.

“I don’t want to die with you upset at me. Please?”

“That I fell hard in your arms. I went and died in your arms that night. I fell in your arms tonight. Suicide in your arms.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That I'm fine even after I have died because it was in your arms I died.” Suddenly I’m back home. With everyone screaming as tears stream down my face.

“No- no- no.” I mumble over and over.

“Harrington no what?” Eddie asks.

“FUCK!” I throw a vase at a wall and everyone jumps back.

“You saw her, didn’t you?” I fall down the wall and hug myself and rock. I sob and sob till I feel a hand.

“It was nice.” I look up to see her and whimper.

“Stop it!” I yell at her.

“Steve? Who are you talking too?” Dustin asks.

“STOP TORTURING ME! STOP IT!” Max then hug him as I watch. Billy holding me with a sigh.

“I hate this.” I mumble out.

“I know.” He says.

“I can’t help him. I can’t hold him. I can’t kiss him.” I start to cry.

“Shh.” He says as he rubs back.

“Billy I can’t do this anymore.”

“Hey. Look at me.” I take my faces off his shoulder and look at him.

“We’re gonna make it through this, together. Just like we’ve always said. We’ll move to Cali when your ready. We can go ghost surfing or something. Steve and Max are going to be okay, it takes time.”

“Their just turning into us Billy. Steve doesn’t care about himself and Max has all this anger.”

“It takes time.”

“How much time Billy? Because we died because of it!”

“N/n I don’t know but just trust me on it.” He holds me as I sob with Steve.

“Steve I’m sorry.” Max says after hours of me sobbing and yelling.

“It’s my fault. If I didn’t tell her back then.”

“I think about it everyday but Y/n and Billy were so close. I don’t think she would live without him.” She says leaning into me.

“How do you do it?” I ask after a pause of silence.

“Do what?”

“Not cry everyday.”

“I like to think there in heaven surfing on a big beach. They’re probably just alone but are so happy. They can be free now. Free from Neil, free from this place, free from the monsters. But I know y/n sad, she misses us. She probably watches you and feels so bad. Bad that she caused this pain, bad that she couldn’t have been stronger, bad that she broke the person’s heart that healed her own. Though Billy’s with her, cheering her up. Telling her it takes time and he’ll be better soon.” She’s says as sits up.

“When we were at the funeral. I saw them, together. They had sat down with you, hugging you and I keep seeing them. I don’t know which ones are real or fake or even if I’m going crazy.”

“Do you see them now?” I look at Steve at the small sliver of hope.

“No.” I shred a tear and whimper as I fall into Billy’s arms.

It’s short but mm I kinda like it.