#I’m a busy guy(has one responsibility per day)

[lynnbutlertron]

I'm assuming you're no longer into pizza tower?

I dunno?

It’s not like I’m not into it anymore, I still love seeing art of them and will talk about it all the time with my boyfriend hehe, but it just hasn’t been on the forefront of my mind recently!!

If i’m being honest I’ve had a lot of stuff on my plate right now- i’ve been hanging out with my friends and enjoying my summer, getting into volunteering, and I have a temp job starting next week! I haven’t really had a huge fixation in a while….

But!! They’re still in the back of my mind as always!!

[cheri-2047]

Hellooo , I saw that your request r opened✨ so i like to request a Lyney x Reader , but like what he would be like as a parent ✨ (I hope that’s ok, it’s my first time requesting 😭) have a nice day/night 🫶

I had really bad writers block (again…) for like a week or two I’m so sorry for the late response

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CHARACTERS: Lyney, mentions of Lynette, freminet, arlecchino

Lyney would love carrying your kid. He would love to bring them to anything he does (cooking, watching TV, cleaning) the only place he never brings your child is to his missions.

I feel like even if lyney is busy, he would find a way to help keep your kid entertained. (EXAMPLE: while filing documents for the hearth, he has a toy in his other hand for the baby)

everyday when he comes home after checking on you, he would go to the baby room/nursery and ‘talk’ to them (like… “I’m home kiddo!! Did you miss me? Today I ___ ___ ____) obviously he would leave the stuff from his missions.

magic tricks are a must. Whenever the baby gets fussy, he tries to entertain them or give them a card or anything.

Lyney feels bad whenever he’s busy, so he makes up for it by helping you with chores and caring for everyone (example: he would cook breakfast the next day or change the diapers)

Lyney secretly tries to teach your kid to say “mama” to you. He doesn’t care if that’s the first word and not “dada” or anything, he’s really thankful for you and wants that to be the baby’s first word

at times when he’s busy (either practicing for a magic show or a mission) freminet or lynette would come over!! Freminet would make a mini Pers to give to the baby and he’s very quiet, but he does his best to give affection. Lynette would be a good Aunt, she wouldn’t talk much either, but she somehow manages to be able to last an entire day (or even weeks…) without the baby fussing up.

Arlecchino is aware that lyney didn’t want to introduce the baby to the fatui, but she asked if it would be alright to at least know the hearth. So arlecchino would come over and care for the kid (not cause anyone asked, cause she actually wants to and is happy for you and lyney)

If the baby cries at night, Lyney would be the one to calm them down. “Hey hey it’s okay mon ange, dads here…”

lyney overall is just very affectionate, he loves you two very much and swears on his life that he will protect you

as the baby grows up, lyney still does magic tricks, every time he comes home from a mission, he tries to bring something back (no matter how stupid it is….) “kiddo look-!!! A rock!!!” Typa surprise 😭

Whenever your kid gets sick, he immediately informs Arlecchino. That way he can watch over the (and Arlecchino allows it, unless it’s a big mission)

As your kid grows up, he only tells them about the fatui at 16. He apologizes but explains his reasons. Afterwards, he still doesn’t force the kid to go to the fatui after.

He helps the kid with schoolwork and everything, but when your kid moves out he’s a mess.

he doesn’t want them to leave so every night he tried to do something special for their “last moments at home” (making their favorite food…for weeks…. Or buying them something they like)

as the kid grows up, lyney gets pretty sad actually. He wants to cherish them and he had a hard time letting go (he doesn’t show it to the kid, he just shows his support. But to you, you can see how sad he is)

in the end, he’s a very good and kind father. Though he’s busy a lot, he would do his best to make sure you guys know that he loves you

A/N: sorry for super late!! Wahhhh I hope this is okay <3

[reigningcheesesun]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ RETH x READER

wc: 2983 tags: fem!reader, she/her reader pronouns, reth from palia, canon events (i guess could be spoilery?), finding your shepp, self indulgent writing, not proofread or beta read :D

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“Find a shepp,” you muttered to yourself with a sigh. It was hard enough trying to navigate this newfound world, let alone trying to find a shepp per Eshe’s request. Since spawning into this place they called Kilima Village, you had been thrown into task after task. How would you ever find the time to build relationships with the villagers if you were always busy? You decided that today you would take a break from being the errand girl for everyone and instead would meet everyone you could find in hopes that you would find someone who would be willing to be your shepp. Up until now, you had only briefly spoken to most of the town, but no one knew you well enough to be your shepp just yet.

As you came into town, you assumed that Ashura would probably have wise words of advice on the fact of the matter. Hurrying along, you walked into the inn to find Ashura at his desk. 

“Hey, Ashura!” you said cheerily as you approached him. The large, gentle giant softly smiled. “Welcome in, y/n! Good to see you today. How are things going for ya?” he asked.

“Honestly? Well, I need some advice. You know this place, and the people, better than anyone, so I was going to see if you have any tips for me on picking a shepp?” 

“A shepp? So that’s what Eshe has you doing, I see. Well, many of the townsfolk would be more than happy to be a shepp- but,” he gave you a look, “asking them to be your own comes with a lot of responsibility on their part. You don’t want just anyone to be your shepp, and it should be someone you feel close to or have a connection with.”

“Responsibility? Eshe didn’t really explain much of all this to me. I thought they just told Eshe ‘Yep, she’s one of us!’ and that was it.”

Ashura chuckled. “In a way, yes, that is what they do. But their job as your shepp doesn’t stop there. They’re responsible for you, so anything you do- whether that’s good or bad- reflects upon them, too. Likewise, anything they do can also affect your own standing in Eshe’s eyes, if you get what I mean.”

“Oh… so we are kinda tied to each other’s social standing?” The wheels in your head began to turn. Who would you choose as your shepp then? It seemed the task wasn’t going to be as easy as you once thought it’d be.

“Yes, at least in the beginning it will be. But once you’re on your feet, most of us will forget who you picked as your shepp and there won’t be a little red string tying you guys together anymore. But don’t just rush into it, you’ve got all the time you need to pick someone who best fits you and your lifestyle. I know you aren’t Majiri like us, but maybe figuring out what path you like can help you narrow down your candidates.”

“Path. That’s right! A lot of you guys have your own path, so maybe I should find one I could call my own as well. Thanks, Ashura! I knew you’d be a big help for sure.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s what I’m here for, of course. Kilima Village has a pretty good variety of those in different paths, there is a path for everyone- from farming, furniture making, to cooking-  you’ll figure it out.” Ashura placed a hand on your shoulder and gave a soft smile before walking past you to go about his day.

There is a path for everyone. Surely someone in this town had a path you could find yourself in, you just had to figure out who it was. As you stood there, racking your brain through the makeshift list of names in your head, you heard the rumbling coming from your stomach. You had been so immersed in your search for finding a shepp today that you forgot to make yourself something to eat. You looked around the inn, seeing the bar open for business.

“What’cha got on the menu today, Reth?” you asked as you put your hands on the counter. The elf playfully contemplated his response, acting as if he was thinking long and hard about it. “Well, I would say my famous lettuce soup, but I’d be willing to whip up something different if you wanted,” he said with a smirk.

“As much as I love your lettuce soup, I don’t think I can have that for breakfast. How about some bacon-stuffed mushrooms? What do I have to do to get some of those on your menu?” you laughed. Reth was someone who was fun to talk to, in your opinion. You knew that the rest of the town had their own opinions about him, but none of it mattered to you. You enjoyed how go with the flow he was and how he always seemed to take each day one at a time.

“You know what, for you, I can make those. Just don’t tell people I make stuff off the menu.” He winked and turned around to start prepping the food. As you watched him chop the ingredients and assemble your meal, you wondered what his thoughts were on paths and choosing a shepp. “Reth, what do you think I should do about finding a shepp? Ashura said I should find someone who’s on a path that I can find myself in, but I don’t even know where to start.”

Reth scoffed to himself. “You sure you want to ask me about paths and shepps? I don’t think I’m really the best one to give you any advice on that, y/n. But if you wanna know how I feel, I think that these paths people take just because their parents do is a little outdated of an idea. I think what Ashura means is finding a path that you like, that you enjoy doing. You lucked out being human, even if you changed your mind, no one is really gon’ say much about it.” His tone changed towards the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard. The Majiri don’t seem too understanding if you change paths… but I’m sure you know it all too well, but I’m glad you’re doing something you like.”

“Me too, this stuff is way more fun than getting splinters all day and hammering away on furniture,” he said as he put the plate of bacon-stuffed mushrooms in front of you. The food looked immaculate, you could tell it was made by someone who truly loved what they were doing.

Hey, Reth,” you said quietly as you started to cut the food into pieces. Reth turned around and wiped his hands on his apron. “Yeah? What’s up? It’s not good? Don’t tell me that, just lie to me,” he snickered.

“No, no. It’s not the food, this is good, great even,” you said as you finished a bite. “Do you think, maybe, you would be my shepp?”

Reth looked astounded by the question. “What?! ME ?! Y/N, I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself as a shepp. Maybe if I knew you better, but even then, you sure you want me to be that person? I don’t really have the best reputation in the village.”

You pushed the food around on the plate, almost feeling stupid for even thinking he’d agree to something so serious. It wasn’t like Reth to be tied to anything, let alone a new person in the village who was asking a lot of him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. You’re probably right,” you said quietly.

Reth leaned on the counter and met your eye level. “Look, if it comes down to it and you still don’t have someone, then I’ll do it. But there’s gotta be someone way better out there for your decision than this guy. But I will do it if no one else will-”

“Really?!” you exclaimed, cutting him off. Reth put up his index finger. “Yeah, but on one condition,” he chuckled. “You just have to promise to keep coming into the inn and having breakfast, lunch, and dinner here for a while before I really agree to it. I gotta know the person I’m shepping for before saying yes for real, don’t I?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You know what, Reth. I think I can do that, but only if you promise me you won’t make me lettuce soup every time I come in.” Reth laughed heartily at your response and nodded his head in approval. “Fine, you got a deal.” He made his way to the other side of the counter to take someone else’s order and began prepping their food for them. 

It was hard not to watch in awe as he prepared the orders he had coming in. He was meticulous with his cuts and attentive to all timers in the kitchen, basically ready to take stuff out before the timers could even go off. It was like watching an artist paint a masterpiece as he plated the food and garnished it before passing it across the counter. As you continued to watch, you admired how much fun it looked like he had cooking. Finally, you finished your food.

“Reth,” you called to him as you placed your coins on the counter. “For the food.” You got off the seat and waved goodbye. “See ya later, Y/N! I’ll be here all day,” he laughed as he waved back. You left the inn in a better state than you came in, at least you knew that if all else failed with the rest of the town, Reth had promised to be your shepp.

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The coming weeks didn’t bring any result in picking a shepp. Everyone was either too busy to commit to it or didn’t feel right with your relationship being so new with them. You walked into the inn and sat at the bar, laying your head in your arms and letting out a long sigh.

“Hey, hey, hey. This is a ‘no-sad-human-zone’, you can’t do that here,” Reth said as he leaned on the counter in front of you, resting his head in his palm. “Ughhh,” you groaned dramatically. “Wow, that bad, huh? I bet I know what will fix it.” He snapped his finger and walked into the back of the bar where the pantry and other cooking supplies were at. A few moments later, you could feel him put down a plate of food on the counter beside you. “This one’s on the house,” he said as you raised your head up to look at what he brought out. It was a fresh bowl of ramen, complete with boiled eggs and green onions on top. Reth leaned over and whispered to you. “Just don’t tell anyone I let you have it for free, okay?” He winked and grabbed a cleaning rag to start wiping off the counter.

You appreciated the sentiment, especially coming from Reth since you two were starting to grow a little closer after all the visits you had promised to make to the inn. “Reth, what do you do outside of this place?” Reth paused for a moment, a little confused by the question. “You mean like once I leave work? Uh… I do…. stuff, I guess.” His tone implied he wasn’t really trying to answer the question, but you couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Well, are you going somewhere when you’re done today?” you asked, not really sure where you were going with the series of questions.

“I have a few things I have to do later tonight, but nothing right after we close up here. Why? You tryin' to ask me to hangout?” He chuckled and kept wiping the counter. 

“Actually, yeah. Do you want to?” You were still unsure yourself what was even going on, but the conversation just seemed to flow naturally. You did want to know more about Reth after all this time, and he did say he needed to know you more before officially agreeing to be your shepp. Short conversations over a meal while he worked weren’t really the best way for you two to get to know each other.

“Oh, uh,” Reth said, scratching the back of his head and smiling. “I didn’t expect you to actually say that was the plan. But ya know what, I think we can do that. Why don’t you come back later at say, 6pm? I’ll be finishing up here and we can go somewhere then. How’s that sound?”

“Sure, that sounds good. Thanks, Reth.” You started to eat your food as you noticed Reth checking the clock on the wall. “I’ll be right back, I have to.. Get a few things from the storeroom.” Reth scurried off out of the bar and rushed down the stairs to the basement area. After a few minutes, you felt a large hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Ashura standing beside you, he looked like he needed something.

“Have you seen Reth? I got a few things I need to talk to that boy about, but he’s always in and out doing things,” he said.

“He just had to go to the storeroom for something, but when he gets back I can let him know that you need him?” You gave a shrug as you suggested.

“Yeah, that’ll work. Thanks, Y/N. I have to head out to the garden, but he should know where to find me.” He gave a sincere smile and left the inn. You looked up at the clock. Reth had been gone for at least 10 minutes. What on earth does he have to even get down there? And what about his job? Luckily, the bar wasn’t full of people waiting on him, but what if it was? He would be in high water with Ashura come the end of the day, and you definitely didn’t want to see if that sweet man was capable of bringing down the hammer.

You glanced around the bar; it didn’t look like anyone was coming to get food anytime soon so you decided to go downstairs to see if Reth needed help with whatever it was he was getting. You got up from the bar and made your way down the steps of the inn. It was your first time down there, but the store room was just across the room past the little boat docks under the inn. As you grabbed the door handle, you felt it turn and pull open as Reth left the storeroom. “Oh! Uh.. Y/N, what are you doing down here?” he asked nervously.

“Well, you were gone for so long, I thought maybe you needed some help or something. And plus, Ashura said he was looking for you.” Reth let out a groan. “Yeah, I forgot I have some errands I have to run tonight for him. He’s probably just reminding me.” He let out a soft sigh under his breath. “We may have to reschedule our little hangout tonight, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, that’s fine…,” you said. The two of you sat awkwardly in silence for a moment before you broke it. “Maybe I can help you with some of the errands so you get done early?” Reth’s face lit up at the offer. “Hey! That just might work.” He snapped his fingers. “How about you do a few of the deliveries and pick up some things, and I’ll take care of the rest? I promise the deliveries aren’t that bad, just a handful of things to take and pick up.”

His bright smile made you smile as well. “Sure, you just tell me where to go.” Reth pulled out his order pad and wrote down the people to deliver to and who to pick up ingredients from. “There, that should be it. Eshe’s stuff’s all done, just upstairs in the back fridge. You’d be a real lifesaver doing this for me.”

You took the list and walked back upstairs with Reth. He led you into the back kitchen area and got the delivery package out of the fridge and handed it to you. “Careful with it, it’s a luxury to deliver this special dinner of mine to Eshe. Gotta deliver it safely or it’s both our hides that’ll be skinned,” he chuckled. “And just let the others know you’re picking up for me, they should have the stuff ready for you. Thanks again.” He bashfully smiled, something you hadn’t really seen before, but it was endearing. “No problem, I’ll be back before long,” you said before you left the inn.

Eshe’s delivery was your first priority, so you made your way across the bridge down from the stables and found her waiting, impatiently to no surprise. “Hey, Eshe! Have something for you,” you said as you pulled the package out and offered it to her. You watched Eshe look at the package and then back up at you before taking it. “So Reth has you doing his job for him? Hmph, seems fitting. This better be what I’ve been waiting for, not like that awful lettuce soup he pushes every time you order at the inn.”

“He doesn’t have me doing them, I offered to just help him out. I’m sure the food he made is well up to par; he really puts in a lot of work into his food, ya know,” you said assuredly. Eshe scoffed at your reply and tucked the package under her arm. “For his sake, I hope it is. If not, he will surely hear about it.” She walked off towards her house and left you standing there alone.

“These people really feel some type of way about him, don’t they?” you mumbled to yourself. 

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[natsumiheart]

Ever since I met you.

…Hello world! Lmao

Hi, I'm Natsumi, and I'm wondering who is even reading this but if you are, welcome to a very long post about how I got into Tears of Themis, how it helped me through such a hard time, and how I ended up falling in love with a certain detective.

I made this post for an event on hoyolab but I’m posting it here too in my trashcan! I already wanted to have a post documenting this online just for myself, even if in the future I cringe while reading it, I can look back and remember the emotions I felt through the year. I also wanted to share it with the world so that maybe people will feel like me, or come to appreciate this character that I love so much as much as I do. (you’re free to reblog btw!)

Warning: This post is mostly about Luke!

It contains spoilers about some Luke cards and some spoilers for his Blossom Chapter. There are small scenes from episodes 2 and 5 of main story as well. Oh, and Artem and Luke 2nd anniversary cards.

If you are here because you’re interested in learning or reading more about Luke and do not care much for the rest, I recommend the interlude, part 6, and The end: part 1. The other parts also talk about Luke and his stories but those are the most important in my opinion.

Due to Tumblr’s 30 image per post limit, this will be divided into 3 parts, each part added with a reblog.

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Index because this post ended up incredibly long so here are the parts laid out to read anything you’re interested in!

> Part 1: Introduction

(How did I learn about this game?)

> Part 2: Contact

(Getting the game)

> Part 3: The Beginning

(Starting the game and first impressions lol)

> Part 4: Falling

(FOR LUKE AHAH)

> Interlude: Luke Pearce’s Fear

> Part 5: Obsession

(How and why did this obsession start?)

> Part 6: Reflection

(Thinking back on Luke’s personality that attracted me)

> The end: Memories

(Extra memorable moments)

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Part 1: Introduction

I play Genshin (shocker) and I have some online friends who play it as well, so when Tears of Themis came out globally since it's made by Hoyoverse as well, most people who played genshin went to check it out. I discovered Tears of Themis through those people, and I was recommended the game by my online friends.

What was my response?

“I have no phone storage.” AAHAHAH, yes. I'm not a day one player. I only started during the second anniversary because back when the game came out despite being interested I could not play because I did not have any device that could handle the game. My phone could not handle Genshin's size either, it's not compatible to begin with- I played Genshin on the PlayStation [emoji]

However I did not forget about the game, I was just hoping that somehow one day, a miracle will happen and I will be able to play mobile games like other people LOL but what are the odds of that happening?... Well, a miracle happened 2 years later.

Bonus: I had a little beef at the time with Artem because I kept thinking drawings of him were actually of Jumin who is a very well written character I love like crazy from mystic messenger since 2016 BWAHAHA

Every masterpiece.. has its cheap copy.. IM JKJK PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN AHAHA

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Part 2: Contact

So one day I was visiting my aunt's house and met my cousin's acquaintance. I met the guy for like.. only 2 hours and during those hours my cousin told him about how I draw digitally but I have been drawing on an 8 year old phone that stays alive for like 30 mins at a time AHHAHA

The guy was like “That's it, I'm getting you an iPad to draw on.” I laughed, thinking he was joking- but then 2 days later I received TWO iPads, one for me and one for my little sister! W t f. Angels do exist on earth? And I was never able to thank him in person because he's a busy guy who only visited my village and I never saw him again o.o

Can you guess what I started doing when I got it? Download a bunch of games I wanted to try throughout the years but couldn't! Among them was Tears of Themis. My house didn't have the best Internet and had a couple hours of electricity a day so I downloaded it very slowly at my aunt's house.

I remember so clearly about how I sat next to my sister as I was downloading the game, and it started playing the second anniversary promotion video since it was starting during that time. At first I was like “aww, they proposing!” but suddenly things turned spicy and I almost dropped the iPad from my hand HAHA.

I did not know what to expect going into this game because I stayed away from spoilers and videos about it since I knew I wanted to get into it myself one day (I was interested in the main story). It made me sad too to be honest because I wanted to play it but couldn't, so I avoided it for years.

I however, did not expect at all that the game would get THAT spicy LMAO my sister noticed my reaction and she was like “What's up?” And I was like “you cannot see this” though she is older than the game’s age rating AHAHHA

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Part 3: The beginning

I was so excited getting into this game! When I started I was incredibly hooked to the main story, and at the time.. hear this.. I had a bias towards Artem because he looked like Jumin AHAHA

I was honestly more interested though in the main story than the boys, because the boys didn't make me feel much at the time- I do not have a “love at first sight” I never had that kind of experience for real life people or fictional people. (Anyone can experience it, and that's valid! It's just for me personally that never happens.)

After knowing characters and learning more about them, that's when sometimes- I fall in love with them as a character, they end up giving me so much happiness just seeing them, they give me comfort.. And they fill up my sketchbooks HAHA is this love romantic? Usually no, that's very rare!

I did not feel much for Artem (turns out the only thing he and Jumin have in common were their looks and being socially awkward, shocker-) but I had a little interest that led to me pulling for his second anniversary card when I started being able to wish. I lost- and got a standard Artem, but then I won and got his card LMAO you can get a lot of wishes starting off. However I was doing the stories of the standard SRs, along with the main story and someone.. someone was warming up a lot to my heart.

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Part 4: Falling

The boys were all very interesting and lovely characters! (The NPCs as well!!)

Artem, despite how he comes off at work, is actually just a shy guy who is bad at communication outside of work.

Vyn is actually a very interesting and well written character being very different than the rest of the cast due to his unique upbringing (honestly? His family feels like a cult, bro literally is running from a cult) and you learn more about his own psychology the more you get to know him.

Marius is literally just an artist who wants to chase the life he wants but is hindered by responsibility and his position.

And Luke- Luke stole my heart LOL

First off, he's a detective and I've already confessed online to having a thing for detectives by a drawing- that starting since I was a kid and I watched detective conan🧍‍♀️his introduction chapter.. was very interesting. It was literally the first episode, Rosa clearly knows and cares about this character right off the bat you're like hmm? What was this guy doing for 8 years? Why did he show up now after so long? Almost making him suspicious even. But he and Rosa seemed so close despite it all.

After that Luke had started showing up in the story here and there, a moment that made me go ���ohh.. what a cool guy.” Was when after Marius’ case in episode 2, he shows up on a bike like “get in we outta here” and saved her from all the reporters.

His theme plays at this scene.. my heartttt

Revealing he'd been watching her and the case from afar and was literally waiting for her to get out and get her away.

I started reading the standard SRs, the first one I did was “Among the great blue” which honestly I recommend everyone doing again because I bet you all do not remember Luke saying this about Jellyfish

The card made me go *the rock eyebrow raise* GAHAH and at the time I was all innocent, not knowing anything about what Luke was going through, so when Rosa woke up and did not find him sleeping next to her (after she invaded where he's supposed to be sleeping lmao) and Luke was hunched over like “I'm fine I just accidentally swallowed gum lol” I actually believed him 💀 there were signs, but it would fly over a player's head until things are revealed ON THE FIRST FREAKING ACT OF HIS PERSONAL STORY and suddenly everything makes sense. Wow.

When I started personal story, I was just starting it because starting all of them is part of the “Rookie tasks” event you get when you start the game. Only to be punched in the gut immediately.

This is LITERALLY what you’re greeted with when you start his story 💀

I was starting to warm up to this guy and you're telling me.. he's sick and planning to leave us.. omg.

I got to choose one limited SR from the Rookie event, and I thought Luke looked adorable so I picked his card "A star in the palm" and the story.. omg that card, I'm weak. Everyone needs to see it, READ IT!

It’s illegal to be BOTH handsome and adorable smh

After that I started WANTING to do more Luke stories so I did the other standard SRs “Radiant Sunlight”, “Timely Rescue”, “Inner Sanctum”. They were all so good, my favorite being Inner Sanctum for how much it messed with my heart.

Dude is literally falling and he STILL makes sure to protect her.

I- was dying. I started pulling for Luke's anniversary card, starting to regret my choice going for Artem's. But he wouldn't come-

So I went back to main story because that's how you get the most schips, and guess what- I had reached episode 5…

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Interlude: Luke Pearce’s Fear

The way episode 5 starts, Luke joins the NXX and Rosa is incredibly surprised seeing him there introducing himself as an agent from the NSB. Meanwhile Luke… is mad.

At first he can't believe Artem would even make her do this but she confirms to him that it was her decision, and then he spills the truth about his identity, and about where he's been the past 8 years. He apologizes, for lying, for planning to leave her again, for everything.

And then this happens.

You guys, this scene made me go straight up insane. You can tell how much he had cared and loved her for all these years, and how his biggest fear is literally the main character getting hurt or something happening to her. I felt so emotional over it, that after this act I started DESPERATELY pulling for his card and I finally- finally got it

Episode 5 BTW is one of my favorites in the main story, it is 3 parts because it's THAT good. It's when people will start seeing what Luke is as a character, what's beneath the surface you see in episode 1. (Also this episode introduced the best character: Hugh Moss AHAHH)

The parallel between Rosa, and Jasmine (the reporter whose case you investigate), was not lost on me. That reporter died trying to expose the truth which is exactly what Rosa has been trying to do. I think the entire chapter literally is showing you why Luke is so scared of her continuing the path she's in.

But you know what's the best part? He's freaking terrified, yet he never forces her to leave. He says this:

People keep saying Luke is a red flag that keeps trying to control Rosa and her actions and I swear my reaction is always “Are you even paying attention?” Luke never forces Rosa, he only shows he's against it, but he always says he will support her whatever decision she makes.

A similar more light-hearted situation is the story of his summer card “Iridescent Heartbeat” where Luke is afraid of Rosa getting hurt or doing things that are too much for her so he doesn't consider doing things such as Bungee jumping or rafting. But Rosa insists that she wants to do it and when she's visibly afraid later, Luke teases her a bit (LOL)

but then holds her close to him and soothes her saying there's nothing to be afraid of cause he's there.

He encourages her to do what she wants! And when she does indeed get hurt because the rope was too tight around her leg, he does NOT put the blame on her, but on himself-

Y'ALL HOW IS THIS GUY CONTROLLING??

(The scene after kinda got on my nerves cause Rosa got “angry” that he’s not his usual “cheerful self” like girl I love you but please- can’t you see how much you getting hurt affects him? She pretends that she’s angrier than she actually is making Luke apologize over and over like 💀 but tbh it was also funny, I don’t like how she handled it but it was funny lol)

When they go rafting Luke lets Rosa take the lead and he will follow her because she wanted to prove to him that he doesn't need to plan everything, however Rosa's plan backfires, things go horribly wrong and she can't figure out how to get the raft to go straight. Luke again, does not reprimand her in any way and only helps her so she can do what she wants. Later on even after they've fallen off the raft and onto the water he immediately holds her and takes her up to the surface so worried like “are you okay???” And despite all that, he says she's right. That she's always right and he will stop trying to plan and go more with the flow. 

Luke never tried to control Rosa, he just loves her so much that he does not want to ever see her in pain or sad. He wants her to be the happiest girl in the world.

So who is Luke? Luke is the coolest mf, a guy that always jumps into action to help others with a heart so damn big that his own emotions slowly destroy him. He has felt an astronomical amount of guilt and regret since childhood- and has cared for and loved the main character just as long. The girl who is the reason he was able to keep his sanity, the girl who he always wanted to protect, and the girl who is the reason he is still here today. 

I wholeheartedly believe that without Rosa in his life, Luke would've ended up completely different, if still alive at all.

Bonus: I remember people being like, the characters have gemstones that match their color in the proposal ring, so why does Luke have Ruby instead of something like Topaz? This is why.. the ruby in the ring represents Rosa (getting emotional over here omg) and honestly that ring is freaking insane because not only did he design and make it and its box by himself for years.. but a ruby is inside the key that Rosa gave to him.

Remember how Luke when you click on the key in visit says “I wear it like this to have it as close as possible to my heart” now look at the key.. if the Ruby is Rosa, and Luke’s heart is the key, do you see what he conveyed in that ring? Yea, I’m crying too. 

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Part 5: Obsession

I have a bit of an obsession problem, I've been obsessed with stories, games, or characters and that obsession can last years of my lifetime. And it's understandable, when you're going through terrible things in your life, you get attached to what makes you feel happy and you hold on to that feeling. That's what starts that obsession.

When I got the second anniversary Artem card I did the story immediately and it was.. it was alright. Artem wants to propose, but in his attempt to keep it all secret distances himself too much and gets Rosa worried, but then wow! He proposes with the help of his coworkers and happy ending + things get a bit spicy at the end. 

But I felt like.. like I'm getting deja vu AHAHA like I've seen this kind of story a million times before. (Probably cause I did from watching a bunch of kdramas and having consumed a bunch of stories from a lot of media) It did not exactly get me to feel anything much, I'm sure it's different for Artem stans though having him propose after probably following his story for 2 years XD good on you guys have fun with your mans! 

For me though who had just started, it did not have that much of an effect. After I got the Luke anniversary card I was excited and went into the story oh so innocently not knowing back then that Luke cards are honestly heart wrenching. 

It led to me crying in bed while the sun was rising from the window as Luke says “That's because I love you.”

The way how he blocks the wind from her and lets it hit him instead at that exact moment is freaking PEAK writing.

That card showed me a lot more about this man who is so shackled by his own emotions and circumstance, that he's willing to sacrifice everything even his own wants and dreams for the one he loves.

Have you guys seen that one official art with Rosa posing as Themis? And the boys are represented by the objects around her? Luke is the sword, Artem is the balance, Vyn is the blindfold, and Marius is the snake by her leg.

It starts to make sense why Luke is holding onto her sword to the point of bleeding, he's bleeding yet he looks up to her in absolute devotion not caring for what happens to him and his eyes are only always on her. He’s willing to be her sword, to take all of the pain and protect her so she can be happy.

My life.. has not been what is considered “normal”. I'm not going to give my backstory in this post aHAHAH but at the time when I started Tears of Themis I was going through a very bad point in my life where I was close to have given up completely on my future and accepted my fate as it is. I had shut down completely, and I went back to becoming a shut-in which is honestly something I went through for four years before, it wasn't good. 

When you reach that point, you start becoming apathetic to everything.

Luke however, somehow started making me start having emotions again. Reading and learning about this character was actually affecting me in a way I have not been affected in a long time. He felt.. real, like I could feel his emotions, his love, his despair.

And that's part of why I got so attached to him and he became my comfort, because of him, I started to feel human again.

AHA CRINGE. OK enough with the sadness.

But I'll never forget how much Luke and Tears of Themis helped me keep a grip during those hard months. I'm in a better place now, it's not good- but it's better, and I still just open this game and visit Luke to help me ground myself.

One time after a bad day I accidentally touched him and he said this, I went insane-

I think that says a lot about the state of my sanity AHAHAH 

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[To be continued in reblog]

[gunilslaugh]

Breadcrumbs Lead Us Back

The happy ending to Guitar Picks and Hair Ties per popular demand. Popular demand being three people, but would have wrote if just one person asked lol. I'm glad that you guys enjoyed this story so much.

Kwak Jiseok

Summary: After seven months of being broken up you and Jiseok finally talk.

WC:~1.5k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Grabbing the last box from the moving truck you make your way into your new apartment. 

“This is the last one,” you told your friend who was gracious enough to help you move into your new place.

“Great, where do you want to start?” They asked you. 

“I guess with my bedroom things,” you answered, gesturing to the boxes labeled “bedroom”. Everything was going smoothly as you sorted your things, placing them into their new places. That was until you heard a familiar clinking sound followed by your friend's sigh.

“You still have these?” They questioned you, shaking the jar of guitar picks lightly.

“Yes, I do and before you tell me to get rid of them I can’t, I tried,” you tell them, grabbing the jar from them, holding it in your lap.

“You still love him,” they stated. 

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna stop,” you replied, looking down at the picks in your lap.

“Then why don’t you try talking to him?” Your friend suggested.

“It’s been seven months y/f/n. He’s probably over me by now. I don’t want to embarrass myself. Plus what am I supposed to say ‘Hey just wanted to let you know that I loved you when we broke up and I still love you now.’ Let’s just finish unpacking then get something to eat,” you said not wanting to talk about your everlasting feelings for Jiseok anymore. 

The two of you finished unpacking your bedroom then proceeded to go to a cafe for lunch. You and your friend were waiting for your order to be called when the door chimed. Naturally you looked over in the direction of the door due to the noise. In that moment you couldn’t tell if the world was for or against you, Seungmin had entered the cafe. You had no malice towards Seungmin, or the other members or Jiseok for that matter, but it was weird since you hadn't seen him since your split with Jiseok. 

“Hey,” Seungmin came over to greet you politely.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” you greeted him back. Just then your order was called and you excused yourself to go get it, leaving Seungmin with your friend. 

“How are they?” Seungmin asked your friend. Your friend shakes their head in dismay.

“They still have Jiseok’s guitar picks,” they responded, knowing Seungmin would know what that meant.

“Jiseok still has their hair ties,” Seungmin informed your friend.

“They really need to talk,” your friend states. 

“I’ll talk to Jiseok about it,” Seungmin tells.

“I’ll talk to y/n,” they said. Soon after you returned with your and your friend’s orders. You had a bit of small talk with Seungmin before going your separate ways. 

Upon arriving back at your apartment you were ready to get back to unpacking, but your friend stopped you.

“Wait a sec I need to tell you something,” they say.

“What is it?” You question.

“Jiseok still has your hair ties,” they informed you.

“What?” you say as you felt like the air left your lungs.

“He still has your hair ties. What you do with that information is up to you, but I really think you should talk to him,” you only nodded your head as a response. Trying to process the new information. Jiseok kept your hair ties, your breadcrumbs. That means he’s not over you either right? That he still loves you like you love him.That’s all you could think about the rest of your day. 

Meanwhile Seungmin was telling Jiseok his new found information about you.

“Jiseok I need to talk to you,” Seungmin says sitting in front of Jiseok who was busy tuning his guitar.

“What about?” Jiseok asks, looking up from his guitar.

“Y/n still has your guitar picks,” his words made Jiseok freeze, ironically resulting in him dropping the pick that occupied one of his hands. 

“How do you know?” Jiseok snaps back into reality.

“I ran into them and their friend today. Their friend told me,” Seungmin explained.

“You saw them? How did they look?” Jiseok urgently asked.

“They look normal outwardly, but their eyes don’t shine as bright as they used to. You should really talk to them, sort things out,” Seungmin suggested. Jiseok fell silent again. You kept his picks that meant something right. It was possible that you still loved him too. Jiseok couldn’t focus on anything else now.

It was late around one in the morning. You were laying on your bed still thinking about what your friend told you. Jiseok has your hair ties. Staring at your nightstand where the jar of guitar picks sits. Maybe you should talk to him, you think. Reaching out you grab your phone. It almost feels foreign when you hit on Jiseoks contact. “I know it’s been a long time, but can we talk?” your finger shakily typed as you felt your heart pound in your chest. Hesitating before hitting the send button. You take a breath, closing your eyes and hitting the button. Jiseok was apparently up to the same thing as you because simultaneously you received a matching message from him. “It’s been quite a long time, but can we talk?” Seeing his message makes you smile genuinely for the first time in a long time. You set up to talk with tomorrow in your new apartment. Putting your phone down you attempt to sleep, bit your feeling too restless now. You were gonna see Jiseok tomorrow for the first time in seven months and your heart didn’t know how to handle it. 

The knock on the door signaling Jiseok’s arrival made your heart jump into your throat. You were feeling so many things all at once. Nervous, hopeful, doubtful, excitement, dread, happiness, worry.

“Hey,” you smiled at him once you opened the door.

“Hey,” his smile matched yours. A part of you wanted to launch yourself at him in a hug and the other was busy remembering the feelings you experienced the last time the two of you were in the same room together. 

“We can talk on the couch,” you said, opening the door wider for him to come inside.

“Nice place,” he awkwardly complimented, taking a seat on the couch.

“Thanks, the lease on my old one expired,” why did you tell him that? You took a seat next to him on the couch a few feet away. Neither of you were quite sure what to say now. “Seungmin told my friend that you…” you trailed off as your eyes landed on his wrist. Your hair tie occupying it just like one always did. “...kept my hair ties,” you whispered, tears beginning to glaze over your eyes.

“I never stopped wearing it,” Jiseok tells you as he moved closer to you on the couch. When you didn’t back away he tentatively grabbed one of your hands. “Seungmin said you kept my guitar picks,” tears glossed over his own eyes.

“There still in that little jar,” you sniffled, your free hand pointing towards your bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, pulling you into a hug with one hand cradling the back of your head. 

“I’m sorry too,” you also apologized, arms quick to wrap around his waist. Both of your tears finally slip from your eyes. You don’t know how long you guys sat there crying in each other's embrace, letting all your pain out. 

“I love you,” he declares after your tears have dried. “I never stopped and I don’t think I ever will,” he continued, pulling away from the embrace. Moving his hands to cup your face. “Please come back to me I don’t want to live without you anymore,” he finished, wiping your tear stained cheeks. 

“I love you too,” you reciprocate. “You don’t know how sad it made me to not find anymore of your picks laying around. I missed being with you so much it hurt,” you confessed.

“It hurt me too, I hated that I didn’t have any more of your hair ties to collect. I was always so happy whenever I found one,” he revealed.

“Finding your picks made me really happy too. I was so excited whenever I found a new one to add to the jar,” you stated.

“Then here,” Jiseok said before sticking a hand into his pocket and taking it out, throwing a bunch of guitar picks as he let go. “You can find them over the next couple of days now,”

You reached into your hair, pulling out the hair tie that was currently holding your hair.

“Here, you can add it to the other,” you said as you tossed it at Jiseok.

The guitar pick Jiseok left in your heart no longer ached, now strumming a happy melody on your heartstrings.Your hair tie around Jiseok’s heart no longer squeezed only surrounded it in a loving hug.The breadcrumbs you left one another lead you back together just like trails of breadcrumbs do.

[curator-on-ao3]

I never came back from Among the Lotus Eaters

I see now, in hindsight of SNW season two, that Among the Lotus Eaters was a breaking point for me.

First, that episode needed to transition Batel and Pike from … whatever they were … to a deeper relationship. And what did the episode do?

It hung their issues on not enough time for each other. (How many dinner parties has this man thrown?)

It made Pike a commitment-phobe. (Really? Pike? Y’all sure you meant second season Pike not second season Picard?)

It undercut Pike as a captain as well as his pain dating back to The Cage. (Say, fellas, is it okay to leave your yeoman behind if someone at some point said he looked kinda dead?)

Here’s the thing. I would have bought the episode starting with Batel and Pike having an adult discussion about how they could have hated each other after Una’s arrest and trial but they don’t. They’re still drawn to each other. Then I would have bought Pike’s relationship hesitancy being due to his concerns about his fate — and Una later calling him out on his potential fears for longer-term intimacy when he believes his days are numbered. (And if the show backtracks to make this Pike’s motivation, I’m gonna call bullshit because it should have been there from the start. I’ve seen a thousand stories about commitment-phobes. But a story about a person frightened to hurt someone they might be falling for because of a known timeline to the end? That’s actually interesting.)

Then, I would have bought Pike on the planet holding the necklace and feeling that he had unfinished business — the adult discussion with Batel (as opposed to love that, due to his own fears, hadn’t yet been grounded in the reality of the episode).

Second, the episode has the hero moment of Erica figuring out that she flies the ship. Okay, putting aside that other people can and do fly the ship (ahem, Una), this was an incredible opportunity for Erica to have a totem to remind her of why she cares about flying, not just that she does it. Give us a goddamn model airplane or a book about birds or an action figure of Erika Hernandez — something. Anything. Let us get to know Erica better. This missed opportunity stings.

Third, the trauma repetition was painful. The guy on the planet lost his whole family? Dude, he’s the three-way pointing Spider-Man meme with two members of the away team — M’Benga and La’an. What are the odds of all three of them having the same trauma (and not discussing it)? I don’t know, but it was lazy as shit. (Note: Uhura has the same trauma. Una might, per her service record. Enough already.) Make that guy the former king and he’s somehow responsible for the memory loss rock landing and plaguing the planet. Make him a doctor who saved Zac’s life and therefore plunged the planet into tyrannical rule. Again — something. Anything. Just make it unique instead of repetitive. (And if he had saved Zac’s life by some extreme means, that could even possibly excuse Pike for breaking the essential promise of Starfleet by leaving a crewmember behind.)

There’s more. There’s so much more. There should have been a line, at least, about Una being affected by the radiation when her body could clear radiation before. There should have been recognition that Pike was going down to the planet underprepared — again — by cutting the number of people on the away team. There should have been console warnings flashing that, I don’t know, the warp core was in danger since no one in engineering knew who they were or how to do their jobs.

This episode began the season’s beats of Pike being a crummy captain and a crummy boyfriend. It continued the trend of underutilizing Erica, even when she’s there. It forgot the show’s own internal realities. And I am big mad about that because this clutch point of an episode could have been different. It could have been better.

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville) AU Chapter 14

“I’m being careful, trust me. Yes, I will. Thanks dad.”

You hang up the phone, sliding it into your pocket.

It’s taken some adjusting to be away from your house so often. Since you started college, you’ve been trying to slowly integrate into your freshman year. It was tough with the whole hero thing, but you couldn’t exactly just turn it off.

Then there was the situation with Lex.

Just thinking about it makes your face red. That day in the barn. You could feel his kiss every time you close your eyes. He’s made a habit of visiting you on weekends. But since your midterms were about to start, and he was managing so many events, the two of you haven’t really had a chance to discuss your relationship. Share another kiss.

Much to your disappointment.

Your eyes move to the wall. There’s an array of pictures decorated around the room. A few with Lex of course. You can barely go a few minutes without thinking about him. It’s sort of driving you crazy.

A trip to Smallville was what you needed.

You have to face him, because your brain won’t give you the satisfaction. It would be smart to take your car, but you sort of want to feel the wind against your skin. It feels like it’s been too long. You grin, heading to a secluded area on campus. You do a scan, right before you take off. Smallville is possibly a minute away.

Running that is.

Your legs dig into the dirt when you feel your phone vibrate. Pulling it out, your heart skips at the message from a certain someone.

“I know you’re busy, but if you have some time to spare I’d like to see you.”

You type a response quickly, shoving it back into your pocket. As your mind strays, you take off again. Reminiscing on all that’s happened.

He’s been through a lot of things in these last couple months, but above all else, it was nice to have your best friend back. When you get to his place, you’re moving at normal speed. You snicker to yourself, thinking of the lecture Lex would give if he found out you were using your powers again. He was a bit overprotective when it came to you.

Stepping into the mansion, your hands slide into your pockets. The double doors are open. Lex is seated at his desk, sifting through documents, as per usual. For a while he doesn’t notice. You don’t say anything. You just watch him.

“Our friendship will be a thing of legends.”

That’s what he’d said to you that day in the loft. You didn’t truly know it then. Back then he’d been helping you get Leo’s attention. Other guys were so far out of the picture for you. It took almost losing Lex for you to see past it all.

“Working hard as usual.” You spoke.

His eyes lift slowly, and he’s wearing that look. The adoration he shows has always been there. So you wonder how long he’s been looking at you this way and you really never noticed.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

Lex smiles at the question, dropping his work, as he stands.

“I’d like nothing more than for you to whisk me away and tell me all about your freshman college experience. Have you figured out what organizations you’d like to join?”

He’s right next to you, ready to hear everything you have to say. You aren’t sure if it’s because he’s being so adorably attentive, or just his abundance of casual suits. But at that moment, you see him. The misunderstood billionaire who spent his entire time in Smallville trying to be a better person.

“(Y/N)?”

He’s looking right at you, and those blue eyes look ready for anything you have to say. It’s almost instinct, you reach out, palm sliding against his cheek as you pull him in for a kiss. Lex’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he leans in, pulling you closer.

Your heart is beating so quickly, you have no doubt he can feel it against his chest. You pull away after a few heated seconds, and Lex sighs as you part. He means to question where the spontaneous kiss had come from.

But your hands slide down his shoulders, and you leave a kiss on his neck. It seems you aren’t the only one with that little weakness. His eyes close, and he hums, as you pop two buttons of his shirt. Your lips move a bit lower. Right at his collarbone, over his heart. Lex only pauses when something seems to dawn on him.

“Wait…”

His movements are a bit delayed due to the current distraction. Lex’s hands settle on your shoulder as he pulls back to look at your face.

“(Y/N) are you..on red kryptonite?”

You can’t help it, you smile bashfully.

“I promise this is one hundred percent me.”

Lex swallows.

“We really should go for that walk.”

He tries to fix his clothes, maybe calm himself down. But you can hear his heartbeat as clear as day. You shake your head with the same smile, and you back him up. He stumbles just a bit, legs hitting the front of his desk. He regains his composure, clearing his throat, and you lick your lips, staring at his.

So inviting.

“(Y/N).”

This time his call sounds almost like a warning. You love the fact that he’s a little hesitant. He’d never push you into something you’re not ready for. Perhaps he just never knew you would be this assertive.

Intimacy was always something that made you a little embarrassed.

“Lex..” You coo.

He bites down on his lip, and you’re a bit stunned when he switches your positions. He lifts you easily, and you’re now sitting on his desk. He slips between your legs easily.

“Don’t tease me.”

It’s an order, and you barely get a word out, because he’s once again claimed your lips.

So much for talking.

[vintage-brass-tc]

Yesterday, I caught myself thinking about Friday and how excited I was to see M and U, forgetting entirely that we were written to have that day off this year. It was kind of funny, honestly, considering how much stuff happened this week, both work-wise and TC-wise. I’m glad I have today off though, so I can have some time to myself, and some time to reflect. 

I think I’ve come to the point where, although I love them very much, I think I’ve stopped romanticizing them to the point I used to. When they interact with me, I’m always very happy, of course, and I still become very excited and giddy as per usual, but I’ve grown to the point that I don’t go out of my way to talk to them for no reason. And that’s good. A little distance has been good for all of us, I think. 

Valentine’s Day was a little wild, though, since I was super busy doing absolutely everything, handing out gifts to all my TCs and other teachers and whatnot. (Huge ramble session below about the past few days! :) )

And earlier on that day, when I had dropped off U’s gift, he was standing and staring at his phone with a fixed expression on his face. I could sort of tell he had something on his mind, both by his demeanor, and by the fact he didn’t thank me. Not even nonchalantly. Poor guy. Haha. After school on that day, I had sectionals with M, in which U had walked in to ask me to help some of his students out with a piece they were playing.

Of course, I did do that when the sectional had ended, but the piece that was chosen for these students was written tragically— it sounded like a “dumpster fire”, just as U had said— and I had told U explicitly “That piece is horrible. Did you really want them to play this?” And I had meant it as a joke to tease him or whatever, but it didn’t really come out that way. 😅 In response, he retorted, “Thanks for the accusatory tone, but I didn’t pick this piece for them. Their lesson teacher did.” And I immediately felt horrible, especially considering how occupied he looked earlier on. 😭

We left soon after to pick a new piece for the kids but that interaction bothered me for a while. I was very humbled, and realized that I shouldn’t try to push myself onto them, in a metaphorical sense. I would just be the me that they knew, the one who was always kind and respectful. That doesn’t change anything anyway— I’ve always been nice and respectful to them. They deserve kindness and a patient attitude from their peers. Unless we’re having a conversation and that teasing attitude flows naturally between us— which has happened in passing during moments we were comfortable— I won’t push anything. The next day, after class, I had come up to ask him about next year, as I was going to sign up for one of his classes. When I said his name, he turned to look at me right away, which surprised me quite a bit. I continued to walk towards him and he took a step or two towards me, until we were standing at a good talking distance right in front of each other. I thought I would take the opportunity to apologize before anything else.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” I told him. I felt my brows scrunch in worry, and I swallowed any extra words threatening to spill in fear of making things awkward or overwhelming him with my rambling. His eyes widened and his brows raised in what seemed to be a state of shock. Despite his surprise, he responded in such a soft and gentle voice, maintaining eye contact, “It’s okay!…”

I paused for a moment to process his reassuring forgiveness, then continued lightly, “Do you think there’s there any time this week we can talk about the class? Or…” I trailed off, and he waited a couple of seconds, averting his eyes and looking at the ground, then running a hand through his hair. “Give me the rest of the week…I have a lot going on right now.” I frowned at this for a moment then quickly perked up to assure him it was fine, as to not give him another reason to stress. “That’s okay!! That’s completely fine, I understand, don’t worry!! I was just asking you.” He then looked back up at me, saying nothing. I figured this would be the time to go. “Thank you!!” I turned to walk away, then sent a grateful smile his way as a goodbye, while he just stared at me until I turned away. I was glad to talk to him, even if it was brief. I do hope he’s alright, though, and I hope he knows I’m always there to talk to him about things, just as he’s done for me.  Oh, and M has been very nice this week as well by the way, giving me plenty of attention and opportunities to play out. He’s always just been his friendly and charming self. And I’ve lucked out too— he never, or at least rarely, gets onto me when I get there a few minutes before the start of rehearsal. I’m so grateful that he’s kind to me. It makes life so much less stressful that way. 

On the subject of kindness, the attention he’s given me lately has been way nicer to receive as well, especially since I haven’t been ‘desperate’ for it, if that makes sense. I think he appreciates that just as much. Less spontaneous interactions means the ones I do get are way more genuine. That’s the way I see it. Again, I’m not pushing anything, and it’s great.  OH. Yeah. Um, one last note about M this week. We were about to cross paths at one point— just before sectionals actually— and immediately after seeing me, M’s big, curious eyes met my own. He wasn’t entirely focused it seemed, and no words were exchanged between us. We just looked at each other.

Then I saw his face go from distant to ABSOLUTE TERROR as the top of his shoe slid under a HUGE pole protruding from the ground, sending him STUMBLING forward. 

OH MY GOD I FELT SO BAD??? He didn’t fall thank goodness, but my eyes were SO WIDE and my mouth was GAPING. I exclaimed, “OH MY GOD, are you okay???” AND HE DIDN’T EVEN LOOK AT ME 😭 HE JUST KEPT WALKING. 

AND THE FUNNY PART IS THAT I THINK HIS TRIPPING KNOCKED OVER ALL OF THE PROPS AGAINST THE WALL AS WELL BECAUSE WHEN I WALKED OUT, THEY HAD ALL TOPPLED OVER AND U AND OTHER STUDENTS WERE TRYING TO FIX IT??? OH MY GOD!!! 

BHAHAHAH I FEEL SO BAD ABOUT HOW EMBARRASSED HE WAS BECAUSE HE DIDN’T TALK TO ME DURING THE FIRST 15 MINUTES OF SECTIONALS UNTIL HE HAD TO, THEN HE REALIZED I WOULDN’T MAKE FUN OF HIM 😭😭 IT WAS SO FUNNY THOUGH??? OH MY GOSH POOR GUY

Anyway, what a great end to the week. I’m glad everything worked out. And I needed a break. Whooh! Hope they and all of you have a great weekend. Thanks for reading all the way. ❤️

[phanta-friends]

facts about my coworker

- has a Ferrari laptop (like, the car manufacturer)

- showed me his reading list today. Communist Manifesto was 2nd.

- has a registered business, which I won’t say the name of so I don’t doxx him but it’s to the effect of “creepy ltd”. It doesn’t do anything he just wanted the name.

- Talks about dictatorships and communism probably twice per shift. Often about Romania since that’s where he’s from.

- said “yeah like I’d probably hire a white guy over a black guy because I have ingrained bias and unconscious racism”

- dos attacked his neighbours for a week once

- came up to me and started steam cleaning my shoe today (let me take it off first)

- has like. Everything. Twice a shift he’ll say “I’m just going to my car to get something” and he’ll come back with a steam cleaner. Or a candy floss machine. Today also he brought typography stamps that he used to hammer the letter L into all the metal work surfaces.

- his response to seeing a Palestine protest outside was “but think about it.. you couldn’t go to Palestine on holiday cause…. Yknow (you’re gay)”

- has adhd but doesn’t take meds cause he likes energy drinks too much

- has ‘honesty hour’ with his son where his son can tell him anything at all and he can’t react, get mad or upset or anything. Because he wants his son to trust him enough to tell him if he’s in trouble.

- absolutely cannot wrap his head around the fact I’m 24. Neither can his wife, who is the manager. They both keep telling me things prefaced with “you probably won’t remember this but-“ and it’s something that happened when I was 16. In fact the other day the manager showed me a meme about auto save files then said “oh but maybe you won’t get this. Everything used to be in files, on a computer” I genuinely laughed in shock. What world does she live in in a post computer files world.what

- btw she also said that she’s not going to offer table service to Asian people unless they explicitly ask, because “they don’t tip and I want to save my energy for people who I know will tip”

- I have told her that this is inexcusably wrong of course

- I debated talking to our only Asian coworker about this, to see what she felt, but decided against it. A) because she doesn’t need to bare the forefront of my manager’s racism. B) because she seems quite anxious. C) because she told the manager “something will happen to you or your loved ones” over text, and then told everyone she was embarking on a vow of silence, because she didn’t like being told to do the washing up, and I don’t want to increase tensions

- thinking about it. Maybe there’s some thing in the water that makes people nuts in this place

- not that first coworker though. I gather he’s just like this. My housemate calls him Linux Guy and asks for updates every time I come back from a shift with him

[youdontknowwheretogofromhere]

Monday, September 23, 2024 8:42 pm

so

i didn’t go to school today :P i’ve been sick since friday and it’s gotten a little better i guess. i was sooo sick friday i literally couldn’t stand up, i was so hot and sweaty it was gen disgusting

anyways, I’m still sick and i’ve been having loads of nosebleeds so that sucks, thats actually why i didn’t want to go to school cuz i was scared of my nose bleeding in the middle of class and most of my teachers don’t have tissues so id just be kinda fucked

sorry for swearing, I’m just a little runt you know? i also have homework due tomorrow that i’ve had since like thursday to do and i haven’t done it soo

as you know per my last post, I’m 16(i don’t remember if i said that lol) and I’m such a fucking loser i know but i’ve got a boyfriend(?) for the first time(ill explain later) but i’ve met him on discord cuz i was super desperate and whatever

and i’ve met him

changing the song I’m listening to hold on

i’ve met him about a little more than a month ago(i’ve been trying to make more bad decisions lately) actually i want to expound up l

sorry my nose started bleeding a little bit

i want to expound upon that more. i felt like i’ve been too responsible my whole life, like internet safety meant the world to me and shit. but then i was like, am i missing out? not that i want bad shit to happen to me, but i feel like everyone has does stupid internet shit once in their life so like i want it too?? and i feel a little more stupid because like my actions lack authenticity so it’s so much lamer. like if i was some 16 year old kid that’s just so desperate for a relationship they date some internet because they haven’t thought about the repercussions then it’s like a thing to look back on and ittle be like “ohh i was such a dumb kid hahah” but since i know what I’m doing i just look like a dumb fuck.

it’s not even that i don’t like the guy, he’s really nice to me and he acts like he really likes me. idk if he’s lying to get something out of me but I’m just gonna pretend it’s real for now and hope it goes well for me

that sounds really sad lol. i just mean like he’s the only person ever in my life that has acted attracted to me and everything so like ther

changed the song again

there’s something there that’s keeping me instead of just letting me realize this is a really bad idea and i shouldn’t just block him or something. he’s got something up with him and maybe i’ll complain about it another day but

OMG ALSO like 20 minutes ago i asked him if he wanted to call and he didn’t answer cuz ig he’s too busy playing dark souls 1 or something. which only pisses me off cuz it took a lot out of me to even ask. i have social anxiety(idk what it is actually) but like i feel like genuine pain when i have to speak to people and reaching out to him almost made my heart explode, which it does all the time. and ive been trying to make an effort to be braver and talk to people more but its so hard. its been working tho, I’m actually able to start and somewhat hold a conversation now. actually the only reason we r even talking rn is cuz i was trying to get better at social interaction. like the third time he dmed me, i considered not responding and just ghosting him but i was like, “NO. YOU NEED TO COMMIT TO THIS.” so i did and now we are like dating(?)

to explain the question marks, and i still haven’t gotten over this. he asked me one day if we were together or something along those lines then i was like “i though we were already together” and he’s all like “well if we were together i think we would text more”

and omg it pissed me off to no end. THE GUY WHO CANT TEXT ME FIRST SAYS WE NEED TO TALK MORE. ARE TOU FUCKING SERIOUS??? like dude so we aren’t dating in ur book unless we talk more(and this is after he said we were taking things slow, which i[how do i do italics] thought was code for casual dating) and then won’t fucking talk to me unless i say something

and I’m only complaining cuz he’s older than me(he’s 18) and has also been in a relationship before( also told me one time that i was acting like his ex and i almost shot and killed myself) like dude, i already told you about my anxiety and shit

whatever anyways it’s been like 30 minutes and he still hasn’t said anything. who cares. i didn’t. even want to call him anyways

what really sucks is i really like him and think about him all the time and idk and i haven’t called him in like a week T-T

I’m so fucking lame god

okay i don’t think i have any more things to complain about so i hope you all have a good day/night/morning! i love you. i really do love you. you took the time to read my stupid ramblings and i really love you. god i want to cry but i can’t even cry anymore

should i start numbering these?

9:15 pm

[ledenews]

Santorine: Seventy-Two Days and 10 Billion Bucks

Seventy-two days. That’s 1,152 waking hours for all the candidates in all the races to spend what AdImpact expects to cumulatively top move than $10 billion in political pitches across all kinds of media platforms. Since I’m a numbers guy, that’s $10,000,000,000. Let’s say that again for effect - TEN BILLION DOLLARS. Divide it by 1,152 and that’s a spend rate of $8,680,555 per hour, for each one of those waking hours. Waking hours count because advertising when most of your audience is sleeping is futile. I have a retired friend who ran a remarkable NBC affiliated television station. Our running joke has been, “How’s business?” And his response, depending on what year, has been “no election, no Olympics, you tell me.” This is not one of those years. Elections are the financial lifeblood of many of our legacy media outlets. I know that many of the employees at those television and radio stations, newspapers and internet outlets will benefit from the largess of our political campaigns. Without the campaign cash, some of them would cease to exist in this time of a rapidly changing media landscape. So, our senses will be assailed with ads full of the smiling faces of our candidate, telling us how great it’s going to be, motivating YOU to get out and vote. Telling us how the election of THEIR candidate is going to destroy our “Democracy” (we have a Constitutional Republic, which will be the subject of another rant in this column). Again, motivating you to get out and vote. Media pushing the point that the other candidate has one eye in the middle of their forehead, is rude, crude, socially unacceptable, and has to be driven onstage by a handler with a chair and bullwhip. Again, to get out the vote. The point of all of this is not to change opinions. It’s about getting out the vote. It’s about sufficiently motivating voters pre-disposed to your candidate to get out and pull the lever for your candidate. None of this is changing opinions. It’s motivating “voters” to get out and vote. Pull the lever. Punch the chad. Smear the screen. Whatever happens in your voting booth, it’s about getting them out to get it done. Elections today are 40-20-40 affairs, where 40% of the voters will pull the lever for “D” candidates, 40% will pull the lever for “R” candidates, and the independents will decide the election. Many local elections have already been decided since they coincided with the primary. Remember the primary, where each party chooses their candidate for the general election - and then the party elite installs their choice because the chosen candidate is obviously having cognitive events? I remember that. So, November will be the deciding vote for State and Federal elections. The state elections, and the election for our federal Senate and House, are in simple majority events within the confines of a single state. Get one more vote than your opponent, and you win. The election of the President of the United States is through the Electoral College. That great equalizer that allows your voice be heard in Washington, because for if it were not for the Electoral College, our voices in West Virginia would be squelched by all the big cities. It was established at the end of the Constitutional Convention in 1787, not because of constitutional theory or far sighted design, but because all other alternatives had been rejected. I contend that it’s brilliant. It has worked well as a balance. Critics will mention that we have had a number of presidents elected who had fewer total votes their opponents. Of course, those critics favor the candidate who lost, and are remarkably quiet when their candidate prevails. Two hundred and seventy electoral votes are required to become President of the United States of America. Most of the pundits will tell you Trump/Vance has about 219. Harris/Walz 208, with 111 toss ups from states including Nevada, Arizona, Wisconsin, Michigan, Georgia, North Carolina, Virginia, Pennsylvania, and New Hampshire. Because of this, national polls are completely pointless. They don’t matter. What matters is what drives electoral votes. There is no single metric that I know of that can accurately describe what’s going on in those wildly different “toss up” states. West Virginia, a state with a storied past in Democrat politics, is so solidly Republican when it comes to electing the commander in chief that it’s not questioned. So solidly Republican, that a few votes for president here or there won’t make any difference. All four of our electoral votes will go for Trump/Vance. Without question. So, who knows, maybe I’ll write in Baby Dog for President? Seventy-two days until the election, and $10 billion dollars. If you take the total and divide it by the 270 electoral votes, that $37 million dollars each. That number is a little disingenuous. The real number still borders on obscene. Still, a process that spends $400 advertising directed to every person of voting age within our borders and continues to produce what many consider to be awful results is either brilliant or insanity. You be the judge. The outcome will affect every one of us, and will set the stage for the future. Yet only slightly more than half of us can be bothered to vote. Baby Dog is looking better and better. Read the full article

[beesandwasps]

Urgh, Text Editors

This is a bit of a rant, and most people won’t be interested at all, so I’m hiding it below a “keep reading”.

If you have never done any programming or web design, or have only dabbled in them, then you may not be aware of Text Editors as a Thing. TextEdit on the Mac, or Notepad on Windows, are the very low-end, featureless bottom of the heap for this sort of thing — you can edit code files with those programs, but they don’t have any specialized tools to do common stuff.

I’ve been using BBEdit for this purpose since sometime in the (very) late 1990s. BBEdit has been a good tool for this purpose — it has all the usual features of IDEs like syntax coloring and autocompletion, it does GREP-based find and replace (and before Mac OS X, GREP-based find and replace on the Mac was a rarity!), it can link up to revision control systems like git and subversion, it can either run files directly in their own windows (if they are of a type where this makes sense, like Python scripts) or send them to the Terminal to run on a “real” command line, it has file comparison and multi-file searching built in, it can open and save files from servers using various protocols so you can do touchups of web design remotely, it is one of the few programs which still have full AppleScript support (so you can not merely write macros but interactive macros with GUI access), and of course it has a massive toolkit for HTML editing. Also, it is actually written for the Mac, not a port of something written for Windows or Linux. (If you’re a Windows user, and you have used QuickTime Player for Windows, then you know the feeling you get when you use a program which is noticeably “expecting” a different OS. Most open-source programs feel like that on the Mac for at least the first 3 major releases or so. Some — like VNC — never really get over it.)

In the last couple of years, I’ve just been using the last version I paid for, which was version 12, on my very old Intel-based Mac. But I had to get a new machine for various reasons, and so I’m now on an M2 CPU instead of Intel (which, incidentally, is mostly great — to get this kind of performance from an Intel CPU you’d have to buy one of their top-of-the-line models with massive cooling requirements and a huge price tag, and this is running in a laptop and hasn’t even reached the point of needing to turn on the fan yet no matter what I have thrown at it). That means I have very little choice about upgrading to the new version, which is 14, and… they have changed to a subscription-based license. (You can use the program for free without a license, but most of the features which make it worth using will stop working.) Now, in all fairness, I probably wouldn’t be spending more this way than I have been. They’re asking $40 per year. Adjusted for inflation, I’ve been spending about that much over time, what with occasional upgrades.

(And I have no problem with the idea of paying for software. If you want good software, stuff which is easy to use with responsive tech support and timely upgrades, paid software beats open source every day of the week — and you don’t have to worry about big tech companies like Google and IBM perverting the course of the project as you do with, say, Linux.)

But although I understand the motivation of switching to a subscription model — it evens out their revenue stream so they have a better idea of how much money they will have in future years as compared with selling one-time licenses — the switch does mean that if Bare Bones Software, the company writing the program, goes under, then under the subscription model the program will stop working a year after the last renewal, even if you stop installing OS upgrades and leave the machine exactly as-is. They might do a final release which fixes that problem in such a scenario but then again they might not — even if they are totally benign, it’s possible that they might go out of business so abruptly that nobody has time to authorize, recode, and release such a thing. (Or they might have the old BeOS graphics layer problem, where the one person who actually understands the code dies unexpectedly.) Bleah!

So I’ve been looking into alternatives. There are several.

Sublime Text looks like it’s basically meant to be a BBEdit equivalent; they’re asking $100 for it, which is a bit hefty depending on how long that lasts. (How often do they intend to charge for upgrades, and will there be discounts for upgrades or do you have to re-purchase the whole thing?) I’m doing some evaluations now.

Apparently you can get the Microsoft Visual Basic IDE for Mac OS X which… I’ve heard way too many complaints about it, from people who were actually running it on Windows; it is probably unfathomably bad on Mac. Reviewers seem to like it, but I don’t trust reviewers these days. Not with all the content-spamming review blogs which just parrot marketing materials — and as I say, actual Windows users complain about it a lot. (Plus: if I wanted to fire up a whole IDE every time I was going to edit a text file, I would use Apple’s XCode, which I’ve been avoiding on purpose except when I actually want to compile a program.)

There’s something called Atom, which even the positive reviewers note is slow and resource-intensive, and a lot of its supposed positives either don’t apply to me or are actually things I consider negatives. (“Cross-platform”? Oh, you mean it will have an awkward interface that reinvents a bunch of GUI wheels instead of using the built-in system controls.) But it’s free. Oh, it’s also been discontinued. Well, never mind, then.

UltraEdit appears to be very similar to BBEdit, except that it’s cross-platform (and I have confirmed: the Mac GUI is awful) and some of the tools built into BBEdit are farmed out to other programs which you potentially have to buy separately. Oh, and I just checked and they are also on a subscription basis, except that they charge twice as much as BBEdit. Wow, what a dead end of a program.

Oh, and also there are apparently GUI-packaged versions of a couple of the really awful old CLI text editors, vi and Emacs. I have tried both in the past and would rather repeatedly slam my hand (or, shall we say, any other portion of my anatomy) in a desk drawer than use either one, thanks.

Looks like I’m either going with Sublime Text or signing on for a BBEdit subscription. Ugh.

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Longest Tag: 82 characters

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#5

About to go be busy for today and tomorrow, as per usual. Feel free to bug me on @agoobersretreat because I can usually sneak on there, no issue. Send me whatever the hell you want over there and I'll try to reblog some more ask memes or something.

You guys have a wonderful next couple days, yeah? :D

38 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#4

I am feeling a kind of mood today. Y'all can find me over at @agoobersretreat the rest of today. I am very stressed and I'm gonna alleviate some of it by being my goofy-ass self-insert. Come bug me there or don't, I don't mind either way.

Have a lovely evening, y'all~!

44 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#3

So’m

For awhile now, some of you may or may not have noticed the glaring lack of activity on some of my other blogs. For those of you that did, I’m doing alright mostly. For those of you that didn’t, no worries. That’s why I’m making this post.

I have some things I’d like to share with you about them, but I don’t know how long this is going to be or how personal it’s about to get. It will be below a read more for good measure.

So, I want to preface this by saying this is no one person’s fault or anything. None of you have done anything for making what’s about to happen...well, happen! You all have been mostly lovely with me always and I could never blame any of you. Any one that I could, I’m pretty sure I blocked them a long time ago already.

ANYWAY, BACK ON POINT.

I’m shuttering some of my blogs for now, somewhere between a hiatus or extremely low activity. There is no easy answer as to why, as it is multiple things compiling on top of each other. The most important part, though? I’m not getting as much back in turn as I am putting into the effort to reach out or look for activity. This is not a sudden feeling either, this has been a long time coming.

I do not discount those who have made the effort to reply or try or RP with me! I love you all so much and I appreciate you all so much! Calling out into the void and not getting a response it usually a good thing in most other cases, but when you go looking for it here and you don’t get much back, why keep calling out?

For those of you that continue to poke me, check in on me, RP/scene with me and do shenanigans? I would like to offer my deepest apologies for this and also my greatest sense of gratitude. You are the ones I am going to miss the most. If you would like to stay in touch, I’ll mostly be on Discord for things and I’ll be happy to give you my username in IMs, if you’d like!

For now? I’m going to go through the blogs here and either change what I need to or just leave them as is. I will put this into full effect over the weekend, so that gives you all some time to see this and do with this information as you see fit.

I don’t know when I’ll be back in full, but I’ll be lurking around quietly. I’ll reach out when I feel the mood or need to, but otherwise you all might mostly have radio silence from me.

Here’s the standings about how this will most likely look:

@agooberscast - Shifts into very low activity mode @agooberscanons- Shifts into full hiatus @agoobersretreat- Will most likely stay the same/move into low activity @theplumpkinpatch- Shifts into full hiatus @softidolproject- Shifts into full hiatus

I think that about does it. Feel free to ask any questions and I’ll do my best to answer them before this goes into effect. I mainly don’t wanna leave anyone confused or misunderstanding me before I go. I love you guys so much, but I gotta do this for myself. I just have to.

TL;DR: My blogs have lost my interest and i need to take a mental break for myself. Love you all and I’ll see you all around as I can.

45 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

Regular kind of day. See y'all over at @agooberscast and @agoobersretreat !

128 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Unlike the usual not busy day, it is now a busy day! See y'all over at @agooberscast and @agoobersretreat , if you wanna leave me anything to come back to!

153 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

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[manekicatwriter]

hellooo! i was wondering if i could make a request for an modern au sbi x gn sibling reader where they’re around 17-19, and they’ve got depression. they’ve had to go away for a few weeks after a bad episode ended in an attempt and they were hospitalized and sent somewhere for rehabilitation and now they’re coming home and they’re all anxious and quiet and stuff- so the boys do their best to like comfort them and reassure them that they’re loved and they belong there? i’m sorry if that’s an awkward request, i was just recently discharged after a similar situation and honestly the comfort would be great. it’s totally your call if you chose to write it tho, i understand that this is a difficult and triggering subject and not everyone is comfortable with writing things like it. if you aren’t comfy please feel free to just ignore my ask! <3

you’re here, and that’s what matters.

TW: mentions of attempted suicide. please proceed with caution.

hey! i just wanted to let you know that i’ve been through a similar situation and understand how you feel (though my case was not as severe). i wish you a safe road to recovery.

note, i think you asked for their characters but it leant itself towards their rl versions. i have a feeling the dsmp versions would be too chaotic for this sensitive subject.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please do not be afraid to send in an ask. ANON IS ON!!

Phil:

- phil was very scared about you being so gravely hurt, it kept him up for some nights. thankfully, you pulled through.

- he visited whenever he could. if he couldn’t, he was busy making sure coming home felt as comfortable for you as possible while also educating himself on how to take care of you.

- phil would listen to how you felt, and be understanding of your feelings.

- “You don’t have to tell me why you did it, I’m just glad you’re here,” pulling you in for a warm hug.

- when you got back home, he made sure he and the boys had prepared your favorite dinner and desserts.

It was the day you had just got home from rehabilitation, and you two were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t said much, you felt like you had nothing to say. Phil had asked for you to sit down so you two could talk, one on one.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” your voice started to crack. “For making you guys worry about me.” Tears started to form from your eyes and you wept into your hands.

Phil immediately reached over to you to hug you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “We don’t blame you. We don’t blame anybody. I just want you to be here safe with us. Let it all out.” He pat and rubbed your back soothingly as you kept crying. But it was a good cry. He was just glad you came home.

Tommy:

- even though many see tommy as a loud and obnoxious boy with a general disregard for others, we all know deep down that’s a persona. he will go out of his way to make other comfortable in his presence if he truly cares for them. which he does, for you of course.

- he wants to make you happy! when the time is right, he’ll crack jokes and offer to play minecraft with you.

- would tone down the yelling. not because you asked, but he’s afraid of triggering you. treats you like glass. if you notice he’s being quieter than usual and you don’t care, you tell him you don’t.

- if you’re feeling it, he’ll take you out to fun places and to eat. nothing that’s too outlandish like a theme park, but just enough to have a reason to get out of bed that day instead of sleeping in.

It had been a week since you had gotten home and Phil had instructed you to maintain somewhat of a schedule to upkeep yourself. Right now was your nightly routine, washing yourself, brushing your teeth, and finally sliding under the covers. It felt nice. The blanket of sleep consumes you easily…

…

Until you bedroom door opens you’re being aggressively shaken awake. You groan, shying away, but they’re persistent.

“Ey, wake up, it’s morning!” Tommy shakes you again.

You realize you didn’t dream, but think nothing of it. “Tommy please, what do you want.”

Finally, Tommy pulled your warm sheets from over you, making you flinch. “I wanted to go out to the park today! Feed the ducks! Yeesss!”

You sighed. If you didn’t comply now, Tommy will refuse to stop nagging you for the rest of the day. You rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. You could very clearly hear Tommy’s cheers.

You two had gotten ready, eaten breakfast, and said goodbye to the rest of your family so you could head over to the park. It was close enough that it wasn’t unbearable to walk to. Even if you weren’t completely yourself yet, you were glad Tommy was.

After the short walk you two finally reached the park. Tommy immediately bolted toward the pond and you jogged behind. He had already started throwing the ducks some seeds, and even threw it on a duck. It didn’t seem too pleased.

You two sat at the edge of the pond as you watched the ducks eat. “Hey.” You hear Tommy call to you, and you turn your head to him.

“Can we talk about what happened? With you? Is it okay?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“Go ahead, what is it?”

“When Techno found out what happened to you, and told us the news, I was scared shitless.” He let out a sad huff. “I thought we were going to lose you.” Tommy kept his eyes fixed at the pond in front of him. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He sighed.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Tommy…” You started, “I’m sorry for making you worry. You shouldn’t have to feel like that because of my actions.”

Tommy was lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking up, “No, please don’t apologize. It’s not anybody’s fault this happened, right?” You nodded.

Tommy stood up, dusting his pants off from the grass. “Come on now, let’s go get some ice cream!” He pulled you up from the ground.

“Last one to get to the shop has to pay!”

Immediately, Tommy bolts in the direction to the ice cream shop, and you catch up to him. No matter the circumstance is, he never seems to fail at putting a smile on your face.

Wilbur:

- i HC wilbur being the oldest, being older than techno by 3 years and older than tommy by 8, like IRL. :]

- i think out of all of your siblings, wilbur exudes the most “protective older brother” energy, yeah?

- remember when tommy lied about his mother being in trouble and how worried and anxious wilbur got? turn that up to 11 with what happened with you.

- with wilbur being the oldest, he of course had the responsibility of taking care of everyone. but somehow you and him didn’t spend as much 1 on 1 time as much as wilbur did with his other siblings

- wilbur definitely was going to change that, realizing that and not wanting to make that mistake again.

- he decided that finding a new hobby with you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You were sitting at the dinner table, being the last one there. You were poking at your food for the most part, and Wilbur got home late from… whatever Wilbur thing he was doing. Phil cooked pasta for dinner tonight. Wilbur put down his bags at the door connected to the garage. “I’m home! What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta.”

“Mmm, I love some good ol’ pasta.” He said, already taking a plate out to serve himself. “Also, hey, I bought something I wanted to build with you. Do you mind?”

You finally looked up from your very interesting pasta. “Build..?” You had no idea where this was going.

Wilbur placed his plate on the table and approached the bags of groceries, going through them to find the bag he was looking for. He pulled out a LEGO set. More specifically, a LEGO City set from the looks of the box? “Wilbur, how much was that?”

He blinked at you innocently. “It was only, like, £25. And look! It’s got a little submarine we can make with a rock and ugly sea monster—“

“But why?”

“Why not? It wouldn’t hurt for you to do something new, yeah?” He smiled at you, shaking the LEGO box in front of him to show it off. You sighed, but smiled. “Alright. But maybe you and I should eat this pasta first before we start building.” Wilbur nodded.

“Speaking of water, don’t you think I could teach you how to swim or something?”

“Oh, fuck off with that!”

Technoblade:

- i think out of everyone in the family, he understands you the most in terms of how you feel.

- not suicidal, but just generally having depressive episodes due to his ADHD.

- techno’s generally closed off, but started to really open up to you because he wanted to show he cares, even if it meant going out of his comfort zone.

- techno suggested journaling. once a day or once per week, it didn’t really matter. just as long as you could write down your feelings somewhere.

- he didn’t explicitly say it, but he also bought a book for himself so he could do it along with you. although, he more often than not just forgets to write in it until you mention your own journal.

- if you want to be sad and quiet, you can be sad and quiet with him. his room is a safe space for you if you ever need it and you’re always welcome to come in, just as long as you knock first.

With one hand on your mouse scrolling through the internet, and another resting your head on it, you were safe to admit you were utterly and completely bored. Honestly, you thought about taking another nap after your last one, but a knock on your door stopped you right before you pulled the covers over yourself. “Can I come in?”

You rose from your bed. “Come in. Oh hey Techno.”

He gave a simple wave and his signature “Halloo.” He walked right over to you and handed a journal and a ballpoint pen. “I got this. For you.” His stare was sharp but you could sort of tell he was nervous.

“What for?”

“I dunno. Writin’ your feelings down or drawin’ or somethin’. Whatever helps you vent.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh Techno, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.” You gave a slight smile, but saw that he still had another journal in his hand. “You have two journals?”

Techno raised his eyebrow in confusion before looking down at his hand. “Oh this? It’s for me. So we could do it together, I guess.”

You let out a happy hum. “That’s nice. Say, why don’t we go to your room? I want to see your new lava lamp and stuff.”

Techno shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got more stationary too if you want.” He waved his hand before letting himself out the door, with you following not far behind.

hi hope u enjoyed reading as much as i did writing it. this format was new for me but very fun!

[myowncase]

I want my mommy!

I want my Mommy!

“I want my mommy!” “I want your mommy too bud”

> Pairing | Dadbucky! X Fem!MomReader (Son Henry Barnes)

> reader is y/n

>Pure Fluff, and nonsense

>Word Count | 1.6k

>Warnings | Fluff, Son crying, Slight Jealousy, Bucky being dad, reader is a busy mom, Dilf vibes (Idk what else warning is in this story please let me know if I missed some).

Bucky's wife decided to continue her career, after taking a break to be a full time wife and mother. One day she was too busy to cater for her son and asked his dear husband to take over.

(this is my first story that I will ever upload. Please be gentle its my first time, I proof read this so any mistakes are made by me and myself only).

I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED, RE-UPLOADED IN ANY OTHER WEBSITES. (can be shared though thank you) ENJOY -JD

“Babe I’m stuck at work right, could you possibly pick up Henry at school?” She said through the phone with her husband. She just went back to work last week and ever since, before she was consistent in picking her son up at school but today wasn’t the day for that being stuck in the hospital with few new cases to examine being a radiologist.

“Of course doll, I’ll pick him up and go to lunch. He could stay here at my office” his husband James “Bucky” Barnes. Meet at the same hospital she works at now, when he once had an appointment to get his left arm checked out. He also checked out the girl in the radiology department.

“Thanks babe, I’ll finish early so that I could make dinner for tonight”

“No worries my wife, I’ve only picked my boy up a few times. I kind of want to spend time with him, kinda stressed and all” he answered and finished the conversation by saying'' I love you.

Six years ago Bucky met the love of his life and ever since that one appointment, he made sure to lock that girl up and make her his. Two years into the relationship they tied the knot and had a family of their own. Y/n her wife decided to stop working for the first few years of Henry's life but since she didn’t want to waste her education she decided to go back to work hence the mixed schedules.

——at school

The bell rings indicating preschoolers are now coming out of their classes in a straight line walking out the front doors of the school being led by their teachers.

Bucky saw his son right away running out of the building. Being this blue eyed brown haired little boy who has his mothers features and fathers charisma, Bucky smiled at his boy and waved at him.

The boy seeing him right away halted from running and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He slowly approached his dad. “Where’s mama?” He asked looking around not even acknowledging his father that is right in-front of him.

He took his things from his hands and kneeled down to be in direct eyesight of his son.

“Mr, Barnes it’s so good seeing you back here” one of Henry’s teachers approached him and he gave a small smile in response. Teachers flirted with James, of course they would. I mean this man is a total DILF. But you weren’t worried as much because knowing that this man is yours and only yours and he knows that as well. He on the other hand is the jealous or more so possessive type of guy. Like this one time where it was an event at Henry’s school, the meeting of teachers per se. One of the parents who was a single-dad approached you, not knowing that you were with your husband. He was clearly flirting with you, sweet talking putting his hands at the small part of your back. But you didn’t think any of it. Bucky on the other hand saw it all and almost ripped the guys head apart when he saw how that man was staring at your behind. If the situation wasn’t in a room filled with parents and children he would have gouged that man’s eyes out. But instead he came up to you with your son and wrapped his hands possessively around your waist and kissed your temple. In the corner of his eye he could see the man glaring at him.

“I’m Bucky, y/n’s husband” he introduced himself.

“I see there's no Mrs. Barnes around?” The female teacher said, looking around for the wife. Bucky stood up holding his son's hands “are you two—not in good terms anymore James?” Her tone turned into a flirtatious one.

“It’s Mr. Barnes for you Miss Connell—And no we are more than on good terms, my lovely wife is out making huge dough for our family, can never be more thankful.” He simply replied and walked away giving a last smug smile at his son's teacher.

“Papa, where's Ma?“ His son's Brooklyn accent is evident, making Bucky smile. “Mama has work bud,” he replied. “No you're lying” he said with a teasing tone and ran towards the car specifically opening the front passenger seat to check if you're really not there.

James walked to his son as he climbed up the passenger seat and checked behind and started crying.. “buddy momma has work remember she brought you there last week?” He said, trying to wipe his son's tears.

“But she always picks me up! Momma!” He continued crying and Bucky couldn’t help but feel sorry for the little guy being so used to being with his mom.

“I want my mommy!” Henry rarely throws fits but today was different. He wanted his mommy.

“I want your mommy too bud” he said trying to carry his son out of the passenger seat into the back to lock him in his car seat. Henry hasn’t stopped crying which made Bucky’s heart ache more. Bucky is a patient father and waited for his son to calm down. He started the car and drove back to his office. “Hey buddy let’s have lunch and go to my office okay?” He asked when Henry had somehow calmed down..”will momma be there?” The boy innocently asked.

“Buddy momma won’t be there” he said looking at his son through the rear view mirror. His son pouted and looked at the window wiping his tears away with his little hands, sniffing and looking like he just lost the love of his life, this little man. Bucky thought to himself, this boy is going to steal my wife from me and I’ll let him.

Situated at his office, Bucky was at his table typing something in his laptop while glancing at his son who was playing something on the couch in-front of his table, he looked at his watch, 2:50pm.

“Hey buddy why don’t we try and call mama?” He asked and the boys head perked up and that huge smile similar to Bucky appeared. Bucky stood up from his desk and walked towards his son, dialling his wife's number.

Bucky sat down at the sofa, Henry sitting on his lap waiting for you to answer.

“Hello?” She answers

“Momma!!” He screams through the phone and Bucky can’t help but smile, also knowing that you were smiling on the other side of the line.

“Mi amore! How are you?” She asked her voice sounded more happier

“I'm good momma, you didn’t pick me up” he said putting his arm around his dads neck.

“I'm sorry baby, Mommy has been kind of busy today, but daddy’s with you isn’t that fun?”

“Yes! We ate McDonald’s momma!” His son continued to talk about his day with his dad and contentment and warmth can be felt in Bucky's heart.

“Okay baby, mommy needs to go now. Can you be a good boy and give the phone back to daddy?” She had to say that because Henry has a habit of just hanging up the phone before giving it back.

“Okay” he simply said, giving it back to his dad.

“Hey honey” she started

“Hey gorgeous, how are you?” He asked

“I’m good, hearing my boys voices changed my mood completely, thank you”

——at home

He parked his car in front of their home. Entering the house the savoury smell of food from the kitchen filled the home. Bucky puts his and his sons' things down and announces their presence.

“Honey I’m home” he said and in chorus his lovely wife appeared from the corner of the entryway of the home, wearing her signature messy bun look, in comfy but classy house clothes and an apron.

“My boys,” she said, kneeling down and waiting for her son to run towards her. “Momma!” He squealed whilst running towards his mom who he dearly missed. She stood up with her son still in her arms, wrapping his arms and legs around her mother.

“I missed you baby, miss me that much won’t even let go of me?” She jokingly asks as his son puts his head in the crook of his mom's neck, whilst Bucky watches in awe of how beautiful his family has become. He slowly approached his wife.

“Hey handsome” she said pulling on his tie to make him come closer and kissed his lips, they both smiled.

“How are you?” She asked, he wrapped his arms around them and put his head on the vacant side of his wife’s neck slowly swaying. “My boys missed me that much,huh?”

“Uhmhhm” they both said

After dinner and putting Henry to sleep, both Bucky and Y/n were getting ready for bed in the bathroom. As she was removing her jewellery she felt two strong hands wrapping around her middle and a head nesting on her shoulders.

“I love you- you know that?” He asked and she just smiled and turned around to face his husband.

“I know, and I love you too..” she said, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“I need one more,” he said, his wife’s forehead scrunched and eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”.

“Hopefully a girl, cause that boy already has you I need my girl.” He said

“Are you suggesting what, I think you are Mister Barnes?” She said smirking up at him

“What if I was Missus Barnes?—Would it be so bad?”

“Well if we don’t start now..” and she didn’t have to say anything more than that, immediately lifted her from her feet and brought her to their bed and made another one.

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

46. You Belong With Me

It’s a typical Saturday night.

Her children are with Joel this weekend and she has a gig. Midtown. A dark club with good drinks and a solid paycheck.

What’s not so normal about it is that tonight Lenny’s here.

She spots him halfway through her set, and the feeling in her gut is twisty and a little warm, but she manages to get through the rest of her act as planned, receiving plenty of laughs and a good round of applause at the end. When she finishes, she stops backstage and breathes deeply, calming herself.

A couple minutes later, she finds him at the bar where she’d spotted him during her set, and he looks good. Really good. Handsome in his usual black suit, but also healthy. The suit doesn’t hang off of him like it did the last time she saw him.

He spots her then, and the way he smiles at her makes her knees weak. She manages to stop herself from wobbling and approaches him with a smile of her own. “Welcome back,” she says as she takes the stool next to where he stands, leaning on the bar.

“It’s good to be back,” he says, sliding over a martini he’d ordered for her.

She grins widely. “You remembered.”

Lenny shrugs and takes a sip from his own glass. “Sorry I couldn’t make it to your show last week,” he says. “Had some things to deal with in California.”

She nods slowly. “You’re busy,” she says. She knows about the girlfriend. She’s young. Pretty. Uncomplicated in a way Midge herself can never be. She doesn’t come with two kids and an ex-husband that just can’t seem to let go. And if Lenny is happy - healthy - that’s what matters.

But there will always be a part of her that knows who he should really be with.

“I wish I could have come. Upstairs at the Downstairs is a big gig,” he explains. “It go well?”

She nods again. “Yeah. A booker from Gordon Ford’s show was there, actually. They want to try me out to be the in-house comic.”

Lenny raises his brows, looking impressed. “Way to bury the lede, Mrs. Maisel,” he teases. “That’s great.”

She smiles broadly. “Yeah. If it works out, it’s a steady paycheck and a bigger audience.”

“More people to fall in love with you,” he comments, his voice tinged with affection making her blush softly as she sips her martini.

“When do you have to go back?” She asks as she sets her drink down again in favor of smoothing her dress.

“I don’t,” he answers. 

Midge’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “You don’t?”

He shakes his head. “I’m back for good.”

“What about - ” She stops herself from asking about the girlfriend, instead finishing, “Kitty?”

“Kitty’s got a few weeks of school left, so she’s still with my mother. Ma’s gonna bring her out here in June. I got a pretty nice place in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Hell’s Kitchen?” She asks. “That’s almost Upper West Side-adjacent,” she teases.

He chuckles. “Gotta start being a more responsible guy now. Full-time parent, you know?”

“I am very familiar with the concept,” she replies.

“And...” Lenny rubs his jaw for a moment before reaching out, taking her hand. “As an added benefit, it’s a much shorter drive to Riverside.”

She looks at their joined hands before meeting his gaze again. “But what about - ”

“I told you it wasn’t that serious, Midge,” he says earnestly.

He did. The one and only time they talked about her, he said it was casual. She didn’t believe him. “But all those pictures...you looked happy with her,” she breathes.

“She’s funny. She’s a comic, too, so yeah, sometimes she made me laugh,” he explains, his thumb rubbing gently over her skin. “But...she wasn’t you.”

Midge exhales slowly. “Lenny...”

He stops her with a gentle kiss. “I love you, Midge,” he whispers. “I never stopped loving you.”

She chokes out a happy giggle. “I love you too,” she breathes. She cups his neck in her free hand and kisses him again.