#I’ve been soooooo tired these past few days it’s ridiculous

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This 3 day weekend has just been: Feeding the dogs. Playing the saxophone. Writing. Streaming TOH in the server. Writing. Playing the saxophone. Falling asleep while writing. Taking the dogs potty. Playing the saxophone. Writing. Researching the most disturbing topics for fic accuracy. Falling asleep while writing. Ignoring my responsibilities. Writing. Tumblr.

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[newtonsheffield]

As I am currently lying in my own bed not well 😷😷 with my Hedwig Hot Water bottle curtesy of my hubby to be I got inspired to ask this about my fave couple 🥰

We’ve seen Kate and Anthony being the patient and the “doctor”

And in AOFAG obvs Soph takes care of a Ben when he gets sick... do you have any of Benophie taking care of one another when bed bound sick or hurt?

❤️

Hiiii!

First of all: I Hope you’re feeling better! I was off work last week with a cold and now I feel like I’m getting another one. There’s been a lot of rain recently in Queensland and because I’ve been constantly in and out of the rain and the air conditioning, I think I keep catching a chill like the heroine of a regency novel. Very tiring because I have to get a covid test every time

Now I’ve had another prompt very similar here so I’m answering them together! 

Anon asked: i binged b&s in one day !!!! it's soooooo good 🤍 and i love the mini fics you post here 🤍 do you have any head canons for when benophie when sophie gets sick for the first time since they got together? Hello! You binged it all in a day? Oh God, I’m so sorry, that’s a lot of my writing in one day. But I’m glad you enjoyed it, and welcome to this little black hole that I call a blog. 

Okay, I feel like we all know that Sophie Beckett is one nurturing son of a gun, so Benedict is welllllll taken care of when he gets sick. But I think it would be difficult for Sophie, who has had no who would take care of her to let him do it? 

Anywayyyyy Let’s see

Sophie Beckett prided herself on rarely being sick and even when she was, she never took a sick day. She showed up to work rain, hail, or shine, hopped up on Day Nurse and a throat lozenge and she didn’t complain. Not that she didn’t wish she could crawl into bed and quietly die, but it wasn’t an option. When she’d worked at Penwood House she hadn’t really had any sick leave, and she couldn’t have afforded to not work. But it was fine, she wasn’t really the kind of person that got sick regularly anyway, maybe twice a year she’d have a cold for a few days and that was easy enough to manage. And then four months into their relationship Benedict had woken up with a cold.

The sound of his sneeze had woken Sophie up first, and she’d sat up a little startled and turned to find Ben with a box of tissues on his chest, his eyes red, sniffling. His voice sounded stuffy when he said Sorry, you should go, I don’t want to get you sick. Sophie had tutted disapprovingly before she could stop herself and stood from the bed with a Ridiculous man before going into the bathroom, rummaging through his cabinet and returning with some paracetamol and a glass of water. Take these and go back to sleep, I’ll have to go and get some things but I’ll be back. He’d looked up at her, a little startled, but clearly thought the expression on her face left no room for arguments as he settled back against his pillows. She spent the rest of the day with his head cushioned against her chest her fingers running through his hair as he slept soundly against her with a muffled Love you, Soph. And her heart had stuttered away brimming with happiness despite the situation, content in that moment to have made him happy. 

2 days later Sophie woke up in her own bed and her head was pounding, her sinuses were congested and she couldn’t help but groan as she looked in the mirror at her bloodshot eyes and quietly cursed as she took her medication and went about getting ready for the day. She had been at work for approximately 30 minutes when the head chef sighed and said Sophie go home. Sophie had tried to argue but the chef laughed and said At this point I’m honestly worried you’ll give the customers the plague. You have some sick days they’re there for you to use. And she’d said it with such kindness that Sophie had honestly wanted to cry as she’d left, desperately looking forward to sinking back between the bedsheets. 

Benedict hadn’t really thought much of it. He’d been finishing a shoot, and sent Sophie a text, asking if she wanted to go to his brother’s later, Greg had a new something or other he was excited about playing medieval farm building game maybe?, not expecting a response straight away. He was fairly used to Sophie replying intermittently throughout the day, not being able to have her phone on her at all times. But she’d responded almost immediately Not tonight, Have fun though and he’d frowned a little at the blunt response, no explanation given. Deciding to lighten the mood he said Shouldn’t you be at work? Hiding in the bathroom again? 😏 And the response had come back again almost immediately No, got sent home sick. And Benedict had frozen, on his way out the door, camera bag swinging stupidly at his side as he considered the fact that Sophie had woken up unwell this morning, so unwell she’d had to go home and she hadn’t even thought to tell him. And his chest ached when he thought it likely wasn’t due to the fact that she was shutting him out, but because she was so used to not having anyone take care of her, she hadn’t even thought that he would want to.

Sophie was woken from a nap by a sharp knock on the door of her flat. And she couldn’t help but groan, wondering if they would just go away if she ignored them. When the knocking repeated itself she dragged herself out of bed, her head pounding with every step and her heart stopped when she opened the door, to find Ben absolutely ladened down with pharmacy bags. Sorry it took me so long, I didn’t know what you had so I just got some of everything. He said, smiling happily as she shimmied past her frozen in the doorway. setting about putting his bags down, unpacking them, confusion welling in her chest until finally she stuttered out Ben What are you doing here? His head shot up, his eyebrows raised, Taking Care of you? Don’t worry, I’m not about to force my cooking on you, I stopped by my mum’s, she said She hopes you feel better soon. And tears had welled in her eyes as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, warmth and security seeping into her bones. And as he lay next to her in bed for the rest of the afternoon, his voice softly reading Little Women Sophie could barely choke back the words I want to spend the rest of my life with you.      

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Soooooo scary.

Anyway, that’s 10 things you want me to talk about. OKAY!!!

I have a stack of TBR books by my bed, but on the side that I don’t sleep on that doesn’t have a lamp. It’s the most useless setup. Like, I’m not gonna reach across a queen-sized mattress to rifle through these books before bed. I fantasize about reading them - luxurious bath times, cozy rainy days, sunning myself in the common patio with a book - but I haven’t been able to bring myself to read them. I think I’m scared of being disappointed. I don’t have time to be let down by fiction anymore. Last year, I read so many duds and so this year, I can’t quite motivate myself to read. It’s super lame and I feel like a sham since I’m an English teacher.

My BFF bought me a beautiful oracle deck/tarot deck when we were in college. She knew I wanted to get into reading tarot but that I was superstitious AF about buying my first deck for myself - something I now think is ridiculous, but I was twenty and anxious - so she bought me this glossy, gorgeous deck. I haven’t learned to read it but I want to. I really, really want to. Especially since I’m pretty good at the Rider-Waite tarot deck. Maybe I’ll offer free readings online as I learn the deck. IDK.

I really, really want to play a DnD campaign. I’m really still angry that the last one I tried to DM didn’t pan out past one session. I understand why and it was for the better, but damn. I love tabletop RP. I love board games. I love regular RP. Just let me play games with friends!!!

I cosigned a statue of Sekhmet to my friend’s metaphysical shop. Everyone who looked at the statue kept asking me if it was Sekhmet or Bast and my friend and I were both like The headdress is quintessential Sekhmet. Bast doesn’t wear that kind of headdress. But ngl, the statue looked more like a cat than a lioness so... Who knows?

I binge-watched Season One of Gravity Falls yesterday while I was nursing a sinus headache. I don’t know what my deal is, but I have a THING for chaos twins. I just kept imagining a world where the relatives Dipper and Mabel had to spend the summer with were their creepy goth third cousins on Piffling. It delighted me.

If you have a mask that ties over your head instead of with ear-loops, it’s so much easier to wear when your hair is in a ponytail. I prefer my mask that ties around my head to my ear-loops one BUT MY GOD I WANT THIS MALEFICENT ONE OR THIS ONE. Actually, when I saw the blue and pink on the second mask, my brain was like “Sleeping Beauty is a bisexual film”. All the characters in it are bi. Aurora, Maleficent, Phillip, Diaval. Every fairy. Even the king and queen. Bi af. If you argue with me, you owe me ten dollars.  

I bought the more expensive model of Mazda when I bought my car in part because I liked the features but also because I was more at ease driving to Fleetwood Mac than I had been driving to whatever was playing in the first car I tried out. NO REGRETS!! MY CAR IS AMAZING. I drove it through a high water crossing today and it excelled. I say these sentences like I bought my car recently, but like, nah. I got my car while I was student teaching three years ago. I’m just thinking about it because I’m listening to Fleetwood Mac right now and I just drove for 3 hours. I know fuck all about cars, though. I want to learn a few things but I’m scared to ask. I’m very good at calling AAA and talking to the guys at Discount Tire, though.

My sister has spent the last two years trying to convince me that I’m secretly a cat person. I actually would secretly rather have plants than animals because I don’t even feed myself, but I do stay hydrated, so I think I’d do better with plants. I might drag Courtney to help me pick out succulents this weekend. They’re 10 for $10 at Kroger and ADORABLE.

I want to go on an apartment cleanse/redecorating spree. I spent so much of my childhood moving that I’ve never felt very comfortable decorating or making a space my own. It’s time. I also have a ton of stuff to donate to Goodwill.

ICB you want me to make an audio loop of every time someone says “Finnegan” in the 2015 film. ICB I might do it. Why do I love him so much? It’s not like Max Landis gave him a personality. That’s 100% Freddie Fox and the costumer’s handiwork. Well. Plus me. But that’s just between us.

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anyway i know i haven’t been around on tumblr much lately. but for any of you who have followed me for years and are wondering about my life!!!! or anyone at all!!! it’s just me rambling a lot Beneath The Cut, old school style 😎 (why does saying that make me feel like a youtuber idk) mostly about my mental health Journey

OKAY SO

i have been through a loooong depressive nightmare. so much has gone wrong over the past few years. i went from a merit scholar at a great university, on one of the best scholarships they had to offer, to.... uh.... crashing and burning. i couldn’t get anything done, like, to a ridiculous degree. i was miserable. i withdrew from school for a year, and after that i thought i had my shit together again, and then i messed up. AGAIN.

that made me even more miserable, and my depression went down a dark spiral. i was working at starbucks for a while after i “graduated” (i had an incomplete from my last required course and i never,, finished,,,,), and i actually loved working there (coffee!!! fun people!!!) but because i was hit by a car (lmao remember that??? when i was in france, my last night there and i was HIT BY A CAR and DIDN’T GO TO THE HOSPITAL LMAO ,,,,, i literally got the driver who hit me to drive me to the bar i was meeting my friends at im crying i was such a dumbass)

and it turns out that it actually gave me multiple cervical herniated discs, that has hurt me a lot throughout the years, and i made them 81501841 times worse by working at starbucks. so i ended up having to quit because i was in such intense pain all the time, even though i didn’t have another job lined up. and then afterwards... i didn’t know what i wanted to do with my life. when i first quit it had felt freeing, i had so much hope that i would finally graduate and get things done and get a Career job and do something meaningful with my life.

and then....

me, crying: :) 

so this past year since i stopped working at starbucks has been.... rough. my depression got even worse. i felt like my life was falling apart in slow motion, and i was inevitably going to hit rock bottom. there was nothing i could do, i had no hope things would get better -- my doctor cycled me through a bunch of different antidepressants, and like all of them made my symptoms 180110 times worse, and coming off of them was always so rough. i felt like there was like... nothing that would ever make things better. with each failed antidepressant, and each month of my life that slipped through my fingers, i was losing all hope that anything would ever get better.

i couldn’t even exercise or be active and feel good the way i used to (i used to play a million sports and had so much fun) because of the pain from my herniated discs (which might not even be the full problem! because apparently all the things they were doing to fix them didn’t help, and i’m still in so much pain whenever i do anything to stress my neck -- even just playing dnd hurts me?!? even though it’s mostly sitting down for eight hours?!? lmao it’s Bad). it was just.... i was just.... scared that this is all i would ever get out of life. that the person that i used to be, enthusiastic and passionate and outgoing and excited -- i would never feel that way again.

and then i got a new psychiatrist.

and oh my god. you GUYS.

i am now on ritalin instead of an antidepressant, and let me tell you........ my life has changed. i’m literally crying just typing that right now, because i can’t even begin to explain how much it means to me, and how incredibly fucking thankful i am. every day i woke up and i was just weighed down by this bone-deep exhaustion and nothingness. and now on the ritalin... i have energy. i am doing things. i’m reaching out to all the friends i distanced myself from, hanging out, going places, having fun!!! i feel HAPPY and like myself and ,,,, it’s been so fucking long since i’ve had this. i’ve been on it for a month now and it’s been the best month i’ve had in f o r e v e r. 

and it’s not a 100% cure-all. i still have to work to make things better. there are still some days i wake up and i’m like God Im Cry Why Am I So Tired. i still have the pain from my herniated disks. but it’s just..... soooooo much better than it was. so so so so so much better. and i am finally getting my shit together, you guys, like... it wasn’t my fault i couldn’t do things before, now that i’m on medication it’s like, things that were So Insanely Difficult are nothing to me. like.... i feel human again dkdjkfdkdjk. 

so i’m applying to be a substitute teacher right now!!! and then i will try and finish my degree while i’m doing that, and then i will hopefully become an english teacher. and if i don’t like it, i will move to france and au pair until i decide what i want to do after that. like.... this is what i should have been doing YEARS ago, but i fucked everything up, and now it’s finally happening.

i’m just... i’m so relieved. and so happy. i finally, finally, finally found something that makes my life better, and my psychiatrist is a fucking queen. i love her. so like,,, idk. if any of you guys are struggling.... it took me years. there were so many ups (where i thought everything was better!) and downs (where i thought nothing would ever be okay again!) but like.... i finally have found medication that has completely and utterly changed my life. even if you try a bunch of things and they don’t help... like, keep trying, you guys. don’t give up hope. there will be something that makes things better one day, and you will be so so so relieved you didn’t give up, and you will be happy again. 

me: crying a lot JKDJKDJKDJK i’m just,,, you guys i’m so happy i made it. 

ANYWAY. i love you all so much. i know i haven’t been super around on tumblr but like..... even if i don’t post much, i am Here and i love you all and i hope things are good with you all too!!!!!! if you ever want to talk, you can hmu!!!! big big big love <33333333333333

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Message in a Bottle (4/17)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Modern Day AU!

Summary: After a broken engagement with your fiancé, you move to New York for your new job. One day you receive an email from a mystery person in regards to a message in a bottle you threw into the ocean in Ireland eleven years ago. Circumstances lead to new relationships and newfound happiness.

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: Language, The typical drunk single on Valentine’s day

A/N: Things are going to get interesting soon. Phone number below is not a real number, I just went in numerical order. 

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It’s been two months since Steve and I have been exchanging emails. We were starting to know more about each other, talking about everything and nothing at all. Just filling our time with the company of the other, albeit electronically.  

It was during these two months that I found out that Steve is 32 years old and shares an apartment with his best friend and co-worker, Bucky. His other co-worker, Sam, lives in the apartment across the hall with Scott, who also works at Stark Industries. The four of them have come to become good friends after working with each other for so long. Steve’s favorite color is navy blue and his favorite food is New York style pizza. He’s the only child and lives too far from his parents to visit often, but says he calls almost daily. Other than that, we mostly talked about work and our daily lives, trying to fill the monotonous daily activities with the interesting activities of one another.

It’s currently the dreaded February 14th. Valentines day. The bane of all the singles out there, myself included.

I’m currently at a club with Nat, Clint, Wanda, and Vision. So, technically, I’m the fifth wheel, which is awesome. The club’s filled with people, both couples and singles. Everyone’s mingling, dancing, and enjoying their time tonight. That is, everyone but me.

“Who invented Valentine’s day anyway?” I question, sighing dramatically. I take my third shot of the night and I know that at the rate I’m going, I’ll be plastered very soon.

“If you’re so curious, you should just google it. I mean, you can find basically anything on Google these days,” Clint says nonchalantly.

“I told you we’d set you up tonight,” Nat adds with a pointed look my way.

“But I don’t want a random, mediocre date just because it’s Valentine’s day,” I state. And I know I’m being that annoying single but being 3 hours into our drink fest, I can’t help it. Especially with my closest friends all being paired off. “I’m just going to go to the restroom and get more drinks. You guys go dance, I’ll join you when I’m done,” I say, trying to at least let the others enjoy their time.  

I see them all nod before I head to the restroom. Once I get there, I take my time, trying to allow the four of them more time with each other. I can’t help but feel that I��m intruding in their time together today. I reapply my lipstick and take another glance at the mirror before I head out.

I glace at the dance floor as I walk towards the bar. Nat and Clint are definitely enjoying their time on the dance floor. I don’t see Wanda or Vision so I make a quick scan through the club. I see them at our table on, just sitting next to each other and whispering in each other’s ears, laughing at what the other’s saying.

Reassured that they’re having a fun time, I take a seat on an empty stool at the end of the bar. I wave the bartender over.

“Seven shots of tequila please,” I shout over the blaring music.

The bartender nods and quickly sets out seven shot glasses before filling them. Once they’re set in front of me, I quickly shoot back two of the shots before I take the tray to our table.

I feel a little woozy and dizzy as I make my way to the table but I disregard it, trying to at least have a little bit of fun.

“And a shot of tequila for each of us,” I announce, placing the tray of five shots onto the table.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Wanda smiles before handing vision a glass and taking her shot.

I, on the other hand, feel like I need to slow down my pace so I just place my glass in front of me. I should probably wait before continuing with my drinking binge.

It’s going to be a long night…

I can feel the morning sun hitting my face when I’m brought back into the world of the living. The first thing I notice is the pounding in my head. All sounds are amplified and I can’t help but squeeze my eyes shut, trying to avoid any unnecessary light. I groan, rolling onto my stomach and throwing my pillow over my head, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep since it was a weekend.

It’s just as I’m about to fall back to sleep that my phone beeps, indicating a new text message.

I blindly reach over to my night stand and feel for my phone. After patting all around my night stand and not finding anything, I bring my hand to the bed, feeling if it was on my mattress. I finally feel it with my feet. With another groan, I bring the phone up to my hands with my legs.

Squinting, I take a glance at my home screen, hoping it wasn’t anything important.

Through bleary eyes, I make out an unknown number and a general message of drinking water and taking an Aspirin this morning?

Not knowing who texted me, I disregard it and decide I can get a few extra hours of shut eye so I toss my phone aside. I burry my face into my pillow, trying to get into a comfortable enough position to fall asleep.

I’m at the cusp of unconscious bliss when I hear another ding. With another groan, I reach for my phone. With one eye squinted, I see the new text.

This is Steve by the way.

I sit up immediately, forgetting about my hangover immediately.

How’d he get my number, is the first thought.

I try to think back to yesterday to see if there’s any indication of a conversation with Steve. The last thing I clearly remember is bringing the five shots to our table. Honestly, it’s a bit of a blur from there. All I know is that I started to enjoy my night after that fifth shot. I remember dancing with random people on the dance floor before Nat and Clint walked, well more like carried, me to my apartment. I probably fell asleep at some point because I don’t even remember walking into my apartment building.

I rush to open my email on my phone. I navigate my way to finding my sent email’s and there it is, right on top: Email to Steve, sent at 2:37 AM today.

With a groan, I tap to open the email, dreading to see what I’ve written.

Steeeeeevvvvveeeee,

Happy valntines dy to my dearst penpal.  Do you have a valentine today?????? I knw im single and all by my lonesome. Ive had soooooo much to drink tonight. My friendss all have their partner and im drowning in tequila. I wish I could see you. I bet youre sooo pretty. Ill try to talk to u tmrow okay??? I thik im going to go pass out now

Your penpal, Y/N

p.s. im tired of emailing, text me at ###-###-####

With another groan, I flop down onto my bed. I throw my arm on top of my eyes, face heating up in embarrassment.

I am never drinking again.

But as I’m processing all this, I scramble to sit up and get my phone again. I can’t believe I just gave my phone number to a practical stranger. I mean, yeah, I’ve talked to Steve via email for the past two months, but I still don’t really know that much about him. He could be a serial killer or a wacko for all I know.

I quickly dial Natasha’s number, thinking she could talk some sense into me.

“Do you know what time it is,” Nat says as she answers the phone.

“I know, I know. It’s early and we’re hung over, but I have a semi-emergency,” I reply rapidly.

“This better be good, Y/N,” Nat sighs out.

“I drunk emailed Steve, Nat. What am I going to do?” I ask, somewhat hysterical, still kind of drunk from the night before.

“It’s just a email, Y/N. Just explain that you were drunk when you emailed him. It’s no big deal. Calm down,” Nat tries to reason.

“It’s not just an email, Nat. I gave him my fucking phone number and he texted me this morning. He knows my phone number now,” I start panicking.

“Okay, so it’s not just an email. But it’s just your phone number. It’s unlikely he’s going to go through the work to find you,” Nat says in an even tone.

“But what if he does. What if he’s a fucking psycho?” I question, my voice going up an octave.

“Y/N, just think about this reasonably. The chances are low. Just text him back and see where it goes from there,” She reasons.

“But- But-,” I stutter out.

“No but’s. You’re over reacting. The chances of him being some super creeper, stalker, psycho is very low. You even said that he sounds like a decent guy and you even know he works at Stark Industries. You could probably find him on LinkedIn or something to do some stalking yourself,” Nat says calmly.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I’m over reacting,” I sigh, coming back to my senses.

“Of course I am. But in case I’m wrong, don’t hesitate to call me at any time. I’ll always be here for you. Okay, Y/N?” she adds.

“I know. Thanks, Nat,” I say gratefully. “I’ll let you get back to your beauty sleep,” I laugh.

“I’ll see you Monday,” she says before hanging up.

I sigh and look through my text messages to see what exactly Steve said.

I stop to think about how to reply. Should I sound nonchalant about this whole thing or what? I sounded pretty ridiculous in my email yesterday but he must have not minded if he texted me today. Right?

With a sigh, I start typing.

I have a killer hangover. I’m never drinking again. 

That sounds okay right? With hesitance, I hit send and decide to go back to sleep, putting this all behind me.

Part 5 (Coming soon...)

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Jaroslaw K: It’s a real pleasure to play the game. Well developed and good graphics:) But at some point, you have no chance to progress if you don’t pay. Normal difficulty, in fact, is impassable and all chests give you everything but not what is needed. So you are stuck with PvP challenges and hope that one day you’ll pass the mission:) Business is business but that has actually put me off a bit.

Kshitiz Gupta: Excellent game… Have played all the chapters and looking forward to completing chapter 7. But there is a thing that needs to be fixed here before that happens. With the recent update, the in-menu navigation has become really slow and the game freezes for a few seconds while switching between the screens. This has never been the case with the previous versions of the game and it really makes the game unplayable. Please fix this quickly so that I can enjoy the game again as ever.

Jhazzy Music: It’s one of the best ancient fighting game. I love it more than mortal kombat for mobile. The graphics are superb.. The only thing I want that’ll make me rate it 5 star is local Multi-player!! Pls, add that in the update.. If I can play against my friend online. It’s very okay or via WiFi locally… Please I know there are a lot of people that want this too… Please work on it.. We’re waiting.

Glen Allison: Beautiful graphics, lots of equipment/fighting style choices, lots to do and the monetization is not in your face. There is a story campaign but having not played parts 1&2 I couldn’t follow it very well. One of the most impressive games on mobile ever, the animation, style, detail, and size is spectacular.

Chef Jeffrey A Kaufman: Always a classic. The Shadow Fight legend continues. This one is even better than the previous installments. Great piece of gaming from a great developer. Love it. Still paying SF2 along with this newest edition. Great games both. The only issues I have are the following. Matches are often very poorly matched. Many times you’re matched against players 500 to 900 points above you. Making it impossible. Gems are sometimes lost while picking free items. The storyline doesn’t keep up with abilities

Felix Romanov: So, the graphics are amazing and the moves are pretty good as well, though, overall, my experience was pretty much horrible. I immediately had to download a large file before I could even open the game, then I had to download ANOTHER large file, the game lagged extremely hard between fight rounds, after the third fight, I had to download something ELSE. I eventually just gave up and uninstalled. My recommendation for the devs is to maybe make all this stuff one large packet, just like Shadow fight 2, so there would be more time between downloads. Yes, this would significantly increase the base download time and update time, but altogether it would provide more streamlined gameplay. Also, maybe add a “Low Graphics” setting at the very beginning for people on devices that aren’t so good?

prasanna spidy: I love the game…. everything about it… except you cannot challenge your friends from facebook… or you know online friends… that would be really great if you could work on it. thank you.

A Google user: Shadow Fight’s evolution is going so good. At first, it came Shadow Fight in 2001. Then Shadow Fight 1 in 2011 in only Facebook. Then the Shadow Fight 2 in 2013. After that Shadow Fight 2, Special Edition came in 2017. After all, in the same year, it came the Shadow Fight 3. The most modern, beautiful game. Its gameplay is so good. Hope that the next Shadow Fight game which is Shadow Fight 4 will be more existing, more gorgeous, more in form. I can’t wait until NEKKI publishes it.

Dylan Mantell: Awesome Update, It is great to see that legendary equipment is getting a much-needed buff. On the downside, there have been a few glitches where I am fighting an opponent AI in the gold event and it freezes where both the AI and myself stand there staring at each other, as amusing as this is it makes me have to restart the progress every time it happens by surrendering.

Karlis Pupols: Thanks for updating most of the pain points. Though this update does require still a bit of tuning. Some animations feel a bit too fast to be accurate. Also fights experienced freeze with the new Qatar item. Would like to see some bigger update information, seems as many things updated aren’t documented to the players (like items in the store). Also, still really hoping we could upgrade item tiers in future so you can equip 3 abilities on a common armor. thanks, bonomi mike:

Great gameplay, awesome graphics n tonnes of weapons pretty cool but I’d have to give 3 stars due to d ascension event update literally messed my game up can’t do many duels get stuck lost lots of tickets, can’t get past chapter v sip of war coz apparently it doesn’t load d final baddie same as side quest so basically all m doing is fighting online #lame# kinda gets boring. Pls, can this b rectify m tired of downloading large update files n still having the same issue? Pls fix this nid change my rating

Mack Tariang: A 5-star game no doubt!! good graphics gameplay and storyline compared with the previous shadow fight… sadly there are still a number of bugs glitches and a duel match can sometimes be really ridiculous.. matching against opponents who are soooooo over equipped with a rating of 500..600 above your own character!! still a highly recommended game!! enjoy

Yvanny Kadima: I loved this game. it was good quality and fast loading. Until… the update. all of my armor just disappeared after tried on a new one. I’ve tried uninstalling, reloading, and even logged out but it still won’t work. Please fix it, this was my favorite game now it’s too laggy.

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[daveywankenobie]

(This post started it’s life on Sunday morning. It was early. VERY early….)

It wouldn’t have taken someone with acute betting acumen to have laid odds on me being wide awake at 2.30am on the morning of the Slimming Man of the Year Awards.

I just can’t manage to push it out of my mind. Last night I was endlessly trying to get straight in my head what I wanted to say when asked.

There’s so much to my journey that compressing it into a brief five minute (maximum) talk seems impossible – but compress it I must.

Unlike my usual ‘it’s ok to wing it a bit’ attitude to public speaking – in this case I have one opportunity to show everyone who I am in 300 seconds.

How do I cover all I’ve achieved in such an insanely compressed timeframe?!

I’ve realised now though that when you’ve gone over something again and again until all you can see on the page is a massive wall of alphabetti-spaghetti it’s time to take a break.

There are diminishing returns from pressing on without sleep – but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be able to nod off mind you…

(…)

It’s now 4am. I still can’t sleep. I’ve just stepped off my exercise bike after a 40 minute hill climb programme – and I’m dripping with sweat. The house is boiling and even though I’ve stopped pedalling my pulse rate still seems to be elevated. It usually drops a lot quicker.

Nuts… I was hoping this would wear me out and calm me down…

Maybe a cold shower will help.

(Has a cold shower)

Well that didn’t help either – so I guess the only thing to do is get up.

(Gets up, potters about, does some ironing. Gets outfit ready, takes a selfie before leaving for the day.)

Despite it being quite pricey (at least by my standards) I decided to buy a swanky new tie for the event.

I’ve been coveting this lovely little piece of silk ever since I strolled nonchalantly past it in M&S the other day and fell in love.

I probably would have gone for the same shirt colour if it wasn’t such a ridiculously hot day.

No-one looks good when they have sweat leaking through a coloured cotton shirt, and although this isn’t really a problem normally I had to be realistic.

It was going to be a long day and I’m human.

Spending a little money is worth it though in this case and I’m glad the people that I asked for an opinion urged (or rather cajoled and pushed) me to buy it. There’s a real joy to being able to walk into a room not feeling like you’re wearing a giant sack to hide your flab – and now I can dress myself with ‘normal clothes’ I want to look my absolute best all the time.

At the moment I like what I see in the mirror.

It took a lot of hard work to be able to say that – but it’s the truth. I feel proud of what I’ve done and who I am – and crucially I feel no guilt about that.

I feel dog tired but also glad to be alive.

A couple of years ago I didn’t think I would be here now and it boggles my mind to think that instead of being buried in a box or cremated and sprinkled over my armchair and Playstation I’m a semi finalist in the Slimming World 2018 Man of the Year competition.

Maybe also because the world is sunny and I can hear the birds outside it doesn’t mean a darned thing that I’ve had zero shut eye. I’m totally jacked up on adrenaline (and a little caffeine) if I’m honest which is just as well because I’ve got to drive to Derbyshire after picking up my consultant Angie.

There’s so much to think about and do!

(Author drives to his consultant’s house and finds a similarly nervous mirror of himself trying unsuccessfully to do the zip up on the back of her jumpsuit.)

Well – initially things seemed to be going well. After sorting out wardrobe malfunctions out we jumped in the car and sat talking in the aircon for a little while before we left.

It turned out that this was a good thing because we’d managed to FORGET the presentation boards we’d put together for the event a few nights before.

  This would have been a colossal shame – because they took us a really long time to make and we were both rather chuffed with how they turned out.

The aim was to write little bullet points of success and pepper them between pictures that showed moments of pride as well as my improved health and fitness. This meant that if I choked with my speech, dropped my my cue cards or failed to talk through everything in the allotted time that the boards would pick up the slack.

If we’d left this behind we’d have also neglected to bring my old 66in waisted trousers to emphasise how wide my bottom used to be.

Phew.

Catastrophic failure averted.

(Drives to Derbyshire)

Well – there are a LOT of people here. Milling about are a small army of Slimming World staff, consultants and members.

The headcount also includes a celebrity!

I have to admit I was kind of hoping that the planets would finally align and it would be Kelly Brook (sigh… Kelly…) but it wasn’t to be.

I’m practically a clone of the type of guy she usually goes for too…

Instead it seems that something called the ‘World Cup’ is popular at the moment (football is quite niche but some of you may be familiar with it) and in honour of this they introduced ex England international John Barnes to some very excited guys and encouraged us all to line up for pictures.

I was dreading the inevitable question. I don’t have the first clue about football.

John Barnes (ex England international) smiled broadly and warmly shook my hand, looking me directly in the eye as he did so.

He enthusiastically congratulated me over my success – and then it happened.

‘Where are you from?’ John Barnes (ex England international) said.

‘Warwick’ I replied, knowing exactly what was coming next.

‘What team do you support?’ John Barnes (ex England international) said.

I didn’t have a Scooby Doo.

‘Errrrm…’ came my initially blank response.

‘Villa or Coventry I bet!’ John Barnes (ex England international) interjected.

Ohthankgodhegavemeahintthankyouthankyouthankyou!

‘Cov.’

I said nonchalantly and John Barnes (ex England international) put his arm around me as the camera whirred into life.

Click.

The next guy in the line moved up, I shook John Barnes‘s (ex England international) hand again and shuffled off, now a bit lost in the little crowd of happy faces.

I couldn’t tell who was who. Consultants mingled with members and since all of them have themselves been on the Slimming World journey (they’re just normal people) it’s often difficult to tell who’s who. Since it was MAN of the year though I could discount the ladies – but otherwise I just couldn’t call it.

There were forty two of us in fact – according to the speech that followed my photo opportunity – all with a combined weight loss of (drum roll) FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT STONE AND ONE AND A HALF POUNDS!!!!

(Photo taken from the slimming world Facebook page – link)

With stats like that it’s worth remembering that every man in this photo could have had a (perfectly proportioned) wife or girlfriend with him and we’d have weighed the same as we did individually when we started our routes to health and happiness.

Wow!

(That of course excludes the celebrity – an ex England international – and the lovely man to his right who is Tony Westaway – the 2017 man of the year link)

Once all of this was done the next thing was to move into groups of 8-9 and start the semi finals. My name was in the first group and as we were called out we all slowly filtered out of the room we were in and moved upstairs to the conference center.

As we sat in a circle (the order of our speeches was chosen at random) we took it in turns to go through what had brought us to be sitting there, at that moment in time.

Good grief.

I had a HUGE lump in my throat after the first guy and I was fifth out of nine.

By the time it came to me I could feel my heart racing and my mouth drying up. I took out my cue cards and the lady started her stopwatch.

My previous run throughs had come in either just on target or just over – and as I went through my points I realised that I’d slowed down. I wanted to emphasise things – but this wasn’t the time or the place.

The lady with the stopwatch indicated the four minute mark (where did all that time go?!) and out of the corner of my eye I saw Angie walking around by the judges with my boards and them pausing to look.

I only had one thing I knew I had to say so I skipped two cards ahead, hoping the bits I was missing would be covered by the pictures and words in Angie’s hands.

Then, just like that it was over.

I’d done it, almost without my lip trembling and without crying – which honestly this material and it’s associated feelings often makes me do. There was nothing for it now but to answer a question or two from the judges and then listen to the stories of the remaining semi finalists.

I couldn’t call it.

EVERY word that I heard from these wonderful men was spoken with disarming conviction and contained obvious memories of hidden inner pain stretching back to their early childhoods.

They could have been coming out of my own mouth.

Bullying, bereavements, disability, failing health, giving up on life, hiding pain with food, loneliness, isolation, hopelessness….

They’d seen it all. We all had.

No-one had more of a right to win than anyone else.

They all deserved the award.

By the time it was over, trembling I got up and left the room with Angie – grabbing a drink and a couple of Hi-fi bars as I passed the refreshments table. There was nothing to do now but wait until we were called back into the hall.

In the meantime we would have an hour to chat and get a (food optimised) healthy lunch. Which was great because I was completely famished!

If only all canteens and restaurants were like this!!! All of the meals had syn values and everything was made the Slimming World way. The facilities were gleaming and spotless – and the staff soooooo helpful and friendly it was a pleasure to eat there.

As Angie and I chatted over this guilt free gourmet feast it seemed that neither of us had any idea which way it would go – and in fact we both had different perceptions of which ones the judges would think worthy.

I was convinced I was going home – but it really didn’t matter.

I’d come along, experienced the event and it was not the first, but the second time that Slimming World had welcomed me onto their premises and treated me like an absolute rockstar.

There was no shame in going home empty handed – not when everyone else there was a hero in their own right.

As Angie excused herself to visit the toilet I began chatting to the ladies on the table nearby. They were judges and it was clear that the choices they had to make were difficult ones.

If I’m honest I didn’t envy them. It looked like an absolutely heart wrenching set of decisions to me and I wasn’t responsible for the task.

I tried to aimlessly natter as best I could – but by this point I was so tired I wasn’t even sure that what was coming out of my mouth made sense. The only thing keeping me going was the endless supply of fresh coffee in the canteen – and BOY was I making spirited use of it.

Then the call came. It was time for everyone to head back upstairs….

But that dear reader is (for the time being) where this story pauses – because Slimming World have asked that the participants in the Man of the Year competition do not reveal in public or on social media who the winner was so that it preserves the special plans they have for him.

So – far be it from me to spoil the event in advance – and you have my apologies for the cliffhanger.

I’ll revisit this story when Slimming World announce their choice for Man of the Year 2018 to the media…

Davey

The event (This post started it's life on Sunday morning. It was early. VERY early....) It wouldn't have taken someone with acute betting acumen to have laid odds on me being wide awake at 2.30am on the morning of the Slimming Man of the Year Awards.