#I'm going to get the things i need to make curry tomorrow

[yuri-is-online]

I'm so bone dead tired it's insane... I just want to write bur I can't fucking move

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 11-School Play

Damian was frustrated. Marinette had volunteered herself to help with the school's play costumes. She was too busy afterschool, now. She couldn't spend time with him like before. They couldn't paint or go to cafés. They couldn't go to the park. So he decided to take food to her dorm.

Marinette was startled when someone began to bang on her door.

'What the fuck?'

Marinette opened the door and was shocked Damian was the one trying to break her door down. Without a word, he barreled his way inside.

"Damian, what are you doing here?" Marinette questioned, closing the door.

"It's Thursday." he answered, "We eat curry on Thursdays and since you weren't answering, I brought it here."

Marinette watched as he set the food on the coffee table. He kept eyeing her fabric and then going back to taking their food out of the paper bags.

'When did I last spend time with him? I think it's been about two weeks.'

Mari smiled, "Sorry, Damian. I've been so busy and I do forget to check my phone, when I get lost in my work."

"Did you do your homework?" he asked.

"Yes." she replied.

"All of it?" he pushed.

The designer winced, "Sort of."

"Curry and then homework." Damian stated.

"But-" she argued.

"Then you can finish." he persuaded.

"Damian-" Marinette began.

"Tomorrow is Friday. I will get you coffee at night, if you do the homework." Damian declared.

Marinette nodded and sat next to him, looking at the food.

"You're the best." she whispered.

"How much longer do you have to work on the play?" Damian asked.

"Over the weekend and partial of next week." Mari winced.

Damian just sighed before taking a bite of his food.

"I'm sorry that I've been too busy for you." Marinette spoke.

Damian flinched, realizing she had come to the conclusion all on his own.

"I am simply making sure you are eating and sleeping." he declared, "How many more do you have to work on?"

Marinette answered, "I only have five more dresses. I have all of their measurements and they are simple off the shoulder, knee length dresses with faux fur trim. If I work this weekend on them, they'll all be finished. The only thing I'll have to worry about at school is the fittings and if anything needs last minute repair."

"Good." the Wayne heir grumbled.

Marinette smiled softly. She had no idea that when she volunteered to help with the Winter school play, that Damian would get so jealous.

"I'm glad I chose to do this." she whispered.

Damian stopped mid-bite and stared at her.

"At my old school," Marinette spoke, "I would have been forced to do it. Here, I volunteered and they paid me for all of the material. My old school never would have paid me, just told me I was doing 'my job'."

Damian stopped eating and closer to her.

"As long as they arent taking advantage of you." Damian replied, as he continued eating.

"No." Mari said, "I would have quit. No more weak Marinette."

She saw Damian smirk in between his bites.

"Tell you what." Marinette announced, "The next time I think of helping, I'll let you know so you can help me stay organized."

"Deal." Damian answered.

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[fishyishy]

A3! Translation - Izumida Azami SR 【A wish that is a secret to everyone】 「Tanzaku with a written wish」 (1/2)

Azami: Director.....that's an insane amount of vegetables.

Director: For dinner, I'm planning to make a curry using lots of summer vegetables to prevent summer fatigue.

Director: By the way, was there something you needed?

Azami: I'm gonna be going to my parents house tomorrow to pick bamboo, so I thought I'd let you know.

Director: Ah, that bamboo you mentioned before? But tomorrow seems pretty sudden.

Azami: I told them it was okay since we weren't in a hurry, but my dad keeps nagging me to come and pick it quickly because it'll be Tanabata by then.

Director: (I'm sure the Chairman really wants to see Azami-kun.)

Director: Everyone will be happy and grateful to have bamboo again this year. Please go and collect it.

Azami: Got it.

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Azami: I'm home.

Sakoda: Azami, welcome home!

Chairman: So you've finally come to pick bamboo.

Azami: I've already told you I didn't need it yet......

Chairman: You might not need it, Azami, but there are other young people who may feel differently.

Sakoda: That's right Azami! Maybe the Summer Troupe members would like decorating the bamboo!

Azami: Well, it is true that the Summer Troupe guys were making something and are probably gonna display it....

Sakoda: Then it'll be better to bring it sooner right?

Azami: You can decorate it in just a day.

Chairman: Well, that's fine isn't it? The sooner we can get it the better.

Makita: Bocchan, there are lots of bamboos in the garden. Please choose whichever one you like.

Azami: There are a lot? Got it, I'll go and check it out.

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Azami: There's so many....... One would have been enough, but they prepared this many.

Makita: Ahh, well the Chairman told me to prepare a lot of things.

Sakoda: The bamboos that Azami doesn't choose will be donated to a nearby kindergarten or a store that children often go to, so don't worry!

Azami: I see. Which one to choose.....

Azami: (Ah, this bamboo's color is the prettiest)

Azami: I'll take this one.

Makita: As expected, you picked a good one. Well then, I'll get it ready so you can take it.

Azami: I'm counting on it.

Sakoda: I'll help out too!

Azami: (.....huh? That bamboo over there has something decorated on it)

Azami: (Are these all tanzaku* written by the members? I wonder what they wrote)

Azami: "World peace"....?

Young Yakuza Member A: Bon! That one's mine! If Bon reads it, I feel like it's gonna come true!

Young Yakuza Member B: Eee! Please read the rest of ours too!

Young Yakuza Member C: Please!

Azami: It can't be helped...

Azami: "I hope the idol Kocchan is able to become the center".....? This one is "Health First"......

Azami: This one says "I hope I can shake hands with the model Kika-chan" haa?

Azami: (I can't imagine these would be a Yakuza's wish...)

Young Yakuza Member B: Hurray, I got Bon to read it!

Young Yakuza Member C: I hope my wish comes true!

Azami: (I thought that people wouldn't actually believe this kinda thing.... but it turns out everyone does)

Young Yakuza Member A: Bon! Here's a tanzaku and a pen!

Azami: Ah?

Young Yakuza Member A: Don't be like that. Please write your wishes down too, kay!

Azami: Hah!? I said I'm fine! I don't want to write it!

Young Yakuza Member A: Hahaa, well, I guess I have a complex about my handwriting.

Young Yakuza Member B: Mhm, it's cool, but it's round like a girls, so you probably don't want all of us seeing it right?

Young Yakuza Member B: Is that so? But it makes for a nice gap!

Azami: That's not what I'm talking about!

Young Yakuza Member C: If you don't want people seeing your tanzaku, you don't have to display it here.

Azami: Well, that's fine I guess.....

Azami: But you absolutely cannot come into my room while I'm writing it!

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I next

*tanzaku are long, thin strips of colorful paper used to write wishes on during the Tanabata Festival, and are normally hung on bamboo branches

[kousaka-ayumu]

"The Winter Has Arrived! Cure Schnee Is Born!"

The story starts with a 16 year old girl running in a some sort of a school uniform.

The girl has dark pink hair with ice blue streaks, and sapphire blue eyes, she wore a black collared undershirt, a dark blue skirt, a red bow tie, white blazer, and white knee length socks and black mary jane shoes. Her name is Fuyumi Hoshiakari. A first year at Royal Sword Academy.

"I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late for class!!!" She yelled to herself as she scolded herself for being late to class.

Unfortunately she didn't watch where she was going and ended up slightly bumping into a girl her age.

The girl is a tiger beast-girl with dark purple hair with a light purple streak. She wore the same uniform as Fuyumi though replaced by a light purple cardigan and white thigh high socks, and black shoes. Her name is Hoseki Héxie.

"Oh! I'm so-sorry I didn't mean to bump into you! Gotta go bye!" Fuyumi said as she apologize for bumping into the tiger girl before leaving, as she running towards the classroom she's supposed to be in, class 1-B.

Then she opened the door "Sorry I'm la-" She said before it was revealed that the classroom is empty except for Neige LeBlanche and a brunette girl named Risumi Philippa.

"Morning LeBlanche-kun, Philippa-san!" She said, "Morning Hoshiakari-san!" Neige said "Morning.." Risumi said

Slowly but surely the rest of her classmates have arrived and now class has started.

Lunch have arrived and everyone is doing their own thing, and Fuyumi is eating curry with her friend Risumi.

It's been a 3 days since she entered Royal Sword Academy and she absolutely love it.

She ended up in Myrsina, a dorm based on the Princess of Beauty's kindness.

"How is it going for you Risumi?"

Risumi is her first friend who's from the Alcidesdawn a dorm based on the Glorious Heroes's spirit.

"It's okay.." She said as she ate her slice of chocolate cake, if anything she didn't really care much, the only thing she needed from the academy is to study and graduate from here.

But nope, the 16 year old girl decided to make the 14 year old her friend, but then again the ice blue streak girl's warmth yet energetic energy is endearing yet annoying to her.

It was only until the bell rang, guess it was class again.

School was over and a lot of the students went back to their dorms, some of them went to the library to study like Hoseki, went to do their club activities like Kiko, hanging out with their friends like Seiza, or just went back to their dorms like Risumi.

With Fuyumi, she went back to Myrsina and in her room, in her pj's.

It was a looooong day, well she gotta get ready for tomorrow, slowly but surely she fell unto slumber.

Dreams

Unexpectedly she woke up in a destroyed and abandoned castle, she was confused. Where is she? What is this place? But where is this place?

Suddenly a wind blow past her hair and she saw a figure in the distance and said figure was a girl.

The girl looked a lot like her except her hair was in a long side ponytail and is wearing a some sort of a white outfit.

Suddenly she started to walk towards the ice blue streak girl and she started freaking out, hold up what is she gonna do?! Should she run and hide?! Should she-

Unexpectedly the ponytail girl's hand touch her face and everything goes white.

Dream ends

Fuyumi suddenly woke up from her sleep, it was still morning she looked at the alarm and it's 5:10 am.

"What the heck is that dream?" She asked to herself as she get off her bed and went to the closet to pick up her uniform, looks like she's going to get ready for the day.

God it was a wild day for Fuyumi, at least now she took a seat at PE as the teacher have gotten the other students to do jogging and some of the others to any exercise that Fuyumi didn't knew about it.

As she was watching everyone else to do their own thing, someone sat besides her.

It's Hoseki, from her first day.

"A bit exhausted?"

"Yeah, never thought PE would be so difficult, no wonder big brother said you get the hang of it. Oh yeah, sorry for bumbing into you yesterday." Fuyumi apologies.

"No it's okay, you didn't see it coming."

"I'll introduce myself again, my name is Hoshiakari Fuyumi nice to meet you." The ice streak girl said holding out her hand to the beast-girl.

"Héxié Hoseki, nice to meet you to." She replied, shooking her hand.

"Fuyumi! There you are, I was looking alll over for you." A voice said, both of them looked over and saw Risumi running slowly towards the 2 of them.

Hoseki eyebrows the strange cracks on Risumi's skin though it goes unnoticed by Fuyumi.

"Risumi!" Fuyumi said holding out her arms as if she wanted to hug the brunette, only for said brunette to held her face.

"No hugging Fuyumi, we're just met yesterday."

"Aw come on!"

Hoseki giggled at the sight of those 2, they were met yesterday and already friends with each other, that's cute.

Only for the bell to ring, it means lunch time.

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Now it's history class AKA the last lesson and Fuyumi looks bored at this, suddenly something caught her attention outside.

There we're 5 little creatures right near tree, some of them looking very injured.

The first one was some sort of a tiny animal and it looks like a polar bear, wore a light blue cloak with white fluffs and a blue snowflake centered around their chest along side a pink snowflake tiara on their head.

The second one was a lavender eastern dragon with gold and red accents and a crown almost reminiscent of a fengguan and a music note necklace.

The third one was a green-coloured peacock with the feathers fading from green to seaform alongside a leaf necklace.

The fourth on was a orange cat with yellow star patterns, red rose flower crowns with a crown on top of the head, and a star shaped collar.

The last one was a pastel pink dove with broken wings and a heart-shaped necklace around the neck, and a gold anklet.

The polar bear and the dove looks hurt, she gotta help it.

Suddenly the bell rings, now school is over, as all her classmates left the classroom, she opened the window and jump from it, and she ended up landed into a pond wetting her shoes and socks in the process, but that's the least of her concern, she rushed out of the pond and went towards the injured polar bear who is clearly in pain.

"Hey uh guys we have company!" The peacock said, then she stopped and walked towards them slowly and gently.

"Shhh, it's okay I'm here now.." She said quietly as she held out her hand looking like she's reaching them, the polar bear saw the ice streaked haired girl, and slowly reached out their paw towards her.

As their paw and hands meet each other a soft light glows and a snowflake marking appeared on her hand, then the glowing stopped, but not only that but the injuries faded away.

"H-how did-?" Before she could say anything....

"Holy celestine they're bonding!" The cat said. 'Bonding?' That's what she thought into her mind, and before she knew it, the bear hugged her by the arm.

"Thank you for saving me!" The polar bear said, looking at her in the eyes and it's light purple.

Fuyumi felt she died like there, they looks so cute!!

Suddenly she snapped out of her mind and looked at the creatures.

"Wait, who are you?" She said.

"My sincere apologies for that, for your questions-"Suddenly the cat interrupted the dragon.

"We are named the Sunshine Crusaders, we came from the land called the Ravindra Garden-"

"Hey don't interrupted me!"

"Excuse me? I was only given her an explanation of where we came from!"

"But that doesn't mean you should interrupted my speech!"

But before the argument could escalated the dove got in between them.

"Can we please don't argue? Cause we're in a public space here."

It hit Fuyumi's head"You guys can stay at my room if you like."

"For that said, I sincerely apologize for the argument that we caused in you're presence young human." The dragon said the 6 of them we're in her room and she's in her dorm uniform.

"It's okay, can you explain more about yourself?" She said.

The dragon clearing his throat and continue "As Galaxie said we are the Sunshine Crusaders, we came from the land of Ravindra Garden, it's going to be a long story."

"Once upon a time there was a land called the Ravindra Garden, that's where we the Sunshine Crusaders come from.

It was a world of multiple possibilities, multiple dreams came true from wishes which we're made from individuals from other dimensions.

But our beautiful land was attacked by the Lady of the Dead named Ammit and her husband Lord of the Dead Sullivan, their army destroyed our homes.

Our rulers, Queen Celestia and her husband King Helie fought them along side their armies.

But our rulers eventually lose, Sullivan have controlled several of our friends turning them to puppets and brought back the dead turning them into soulless beings."

"That's why we came here, to escape from those 2." The dragon finishes, the other Crusaders looked at the ground. Fuyumi couldn't help but felt horrible for them, she couldn't imagine having to run away from her home, especially when her younger sister is heavily sick.

But before she thought about it more, there was a knock on the door, promoting the Crusaders to hide.

It was Neige "Fuyumi, just wanted to let you know that dinner's ready in the dining room." He said outside of the room.

"Ah! Coming!" She said, then she looked at the Crusaders "Be right back." She said as she left the room.

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Dinner was delicious, not only that the food is great but also she could chat with their classmates of course she couldn't tell them about the encounter she had today, but something caught her ears.

"Have you heard the news?"

"No, what is it?"

"5 people went missing."

"What?! What happened to them."

"I don't know, the only thing I know it's that they're went missing like a week ago."

"Who are they?"

"A 25 year old woman, a 14 year old girl, a 16 year old boy, a 17 year old girl and a 18 year old boy."

"That's a lot.."

"It is."

"I just hope that they're returned safe and sound."

"Yeah, me too."

Like that said having 5 people missing is very disturbing to her, what happened in the outside world.

Then she looked the treats that Neige gave her, it was a batch of high quality sweets look like it came from a luxury bakery. The more she think about the Crusaders, the more she realized that they're hungry.

She went to her room and saw that the Crusaders we're on the desk, "Hey guys."

They stopped what they we're doing and looked at her "Hold on, is that food?!" Galaxie said with stars in her eyes. "Yes, it is Neige gave it to me a while ago but you guys can have it." She said as she placed the basket on the desk, only to have the Crusaders invading it.

She was surprised but quickly turned into a pout "Geez at least leave some for me?" The polar bear heard it and gave her a cookie which she thank it and ate it.

She opened her closet and taken out her PJs.

She place it on her bed, "Just realized something I never ask you guys for any of you're names." She said as she place her tiara to a safe place.

"Ah! My name is Demetria." The polar bear now known as Demetria said.

"I'm Xuánlǜ, and this moron of a cat is Galaxie." The eastern dragon now known as Xuánlǜ said as she finished her tart.

"Galaxie, also not a moron Xuánlǜ!" The star type cat named Galaxie said.

"Riah."

"A-Amour."

"Nice to meet you guys."

Little did she know that she was watched from a crystal ball, it's from the Lady of the Dead Ammit, who wore a veil concealing her identity.

"Looks like we got a problem on our hands, Acheron."

A boy came out of the shadows right in front of her, he had black hair with an orange ombre, dark gray eyes, and wore a black v shape shirt, orange jacket with yellow flames on the sleeves, dark grey shorts, black tights and orange sneakers. His name is Acheron.

"The fuck do you want, old lady?" He said.

"May I suggest you to watch you're language, however I have mission for you." She responded.

"What is it?" He asked.

She showed the crystal ball to him and it showed Fuyumi sleeping with Demetria.

"Why do you show me some female twink?"

"It's not a female twink Acheron, it's our enemy."

"Our what?!"

"You need to get rid of her and the Crusaders."

"Got it old lady." He responded before he dissapeared in a smoke, she covered her mouth and nose as he did that.

The next day Fuyumi carried Demetria in her pocket as she was walking down the hallway of Royal Sword, it was lunch time after all.

It was only until she heard a scream, it's coming from the field, and before she knew it, everything became murky.

"What the?!"

"It's from the field, let's go there Fuyumi!" Demetria said. "Let's go!"

As she arrived at the field, her eyes widened in horror.

Everyone was unconscious including Hoseki and Risumi.

"So you the female twink that Lady Ammit was talking about."

"Ammit? You mean the Lady of the Dead?!" She yelled out in shock, how did this dude know Ammit, unless.. "You worked for her?!"

"Duh of course I did fucker! Now give me the bear!"

"You mean Demetria? No!"

He sigh as he put his hand on his forehead"We're just met and you're now being an annoying bitch, that's it. You leave me know choice."

"Rise up Soulless!" He yelled out as the skull marking on his hand glowed red

And before she knew it, an attena rises up from the ground, immediately startling her.

"What the?!"

And it's revealed to be a butterfly, but instead of the usual beautiful ones she saw back home, it was horrid, the wings now has eyes on both and it's a giant. The name is Mariposa Sin Alma

"Azalea?" Demetria respond, Fuyumi looked at him, and the butterfly monster. "We have no time, we got to run now!"

Then she started running away and Mariposa Sin Alma started to fly after both of them, holy heck Fuyumi is afraid wait not afraid, she's freaking terrified!

As she continued running through the field avoiding it, that was until she accidentally tripped over a boulders causing her to fall down accidentally injuring her knee. "Ow!"

"Nowhere to run? Little bitch?" A voice said it's Acheron.

She is terrified, she didn't go to Royal Sword for this! As she's clutching Demetria who is clinging unto her, the snowflake marking on her hand started glowing.

"Now gave me the bear or I'll get red of-"

"I won't let you have them." She said"What did you just say you-"

"J-just leave him alone!!" She yelled with all her might as a ray of ice blue light suddenly hit her and push Acheron back and thrown Azalea a cross the field and crash it unto the school walls.

Fuyumi opened her eyes and she's now in a snow forest in the clear sky with the sun shining in the background.

"W-where am I?" She asked, "You're in the realm of Metamorphosis!" They said.

"Realm of what?" She asked, but before she say anything Demetria clung unto her wrist and the they became a watch, a square shape watch with snowflake details.

"W-what is this?" She asked "It's a transformation item, you're a chosen warrior PreCure!" Demetria said from the watch.

"PreCure?" She was confused at first, but she realized that if it was meant to protect them and the other Crusaders, then she do it. "Alright, I'll do it."

"PreCure.... Royale Charge!" Her body is covered in a ice blue glow, her black gloves appear, then her white boots with ice blue details appear, curls herself into a ball and when she uncurls herself, she is now wearing a white off the shoulder dress with the ice ribbon in the front, a dark grey waist-ribbon and a gray ribbon, the off-shoulder sleeves have a navy blue frill, the dress has a ice blue frill, the center of her chest has a light bluish purple heart with a ice-blue bow and a dark grayish blue tights, her hair is now ice blue that fades into light purple tied up in a right-side ponytail with a golden tiara. The place is now burst into a bundle of snow, she flew down.

"May the snowdrop bloom! Cure Schnee!" She said as she opened her eyes which is now light purple, and stroke a pose.

And before Acheron knew it, everything became winter, a bundle of snow, the whole school is now in a snow globe with the students now asleep peacefully.

"C-Cure Schnee?!"

When Fuyumi now, Cure Schnee opened her eyes, she was surprised, how did she?!

"You know what? Doesn't matter, Soulless get her!" Acheron ordered, the butterfly get on her feet. Schnee was angry at him for what he had done to Azalea.

Suddenly Mariposa Sin Alma threw herself at the ice blue haired girl, she jumped super high, avoiding the Soulless. 'W-what is this?! First I transformed into this PreCure warrior, now I just what?!' She thought to herself trying adjust unto this situation 'It's okay! You get used to it!" It's Demetria's voice from her watch.

Suddenly she landed on the ceiling of the snow globe, then blasted herself to punch the butterfly monster who caused a lot of damage unto the castle.

The butterfly monster let out a roar which let out a black light from the mouth only to be turned into snowflakes when Schnee creates a shield to protect herself.

She took a deep breath, suddenly the scene transition to her watch which shines bright, the light came out of the watch which became a shape of a snowman. "PreCure! Snowman burst!" The snowman threw itself at the butterfly monster, causing an explosion upon impact.

And it also hit Acheron causing a batch of snow to fall upon him, causing a "Blegh!" From him.

Everything is now back to normal as the building rebuild itself, but not only that but the Mariposa Sin Alma have been purified, returned into a smaller form which is a black body with pink butterfly wings and a flower crown on her head, Schnee rushed towards her and check on the butterfly. She seems to be unconscious for now.

"Did I go too far?" "I think you did." Now she feels guilty for what she had done.

But before she knew it, a pair of hands which look like it came from the midnight sky wrapped themselves around her.

"𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗."

That's what she heard before Azalea was taken away.

End.

Note: I crossed-posted from my wattpad account.

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[living-a-charmed-life]

my fav shifting coded songs

accompanied by my favorite lines in them

these are mostly rock and metal songs, so if you're not into that, this might not be for you

Charmed Life by Vixen - "She acts so nonchalant/But the girl gets everything she wants/Livin' a charmed life/ Everthing's workin' out right" Just A Feeling by Lita Ford - "The days go fast, you're stuck in my head/I'm so alone, I wish you'd tuck me in bed" I Want You by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - "I want to be with you and I will somehow" Fantasies by The Runaways - "Night visions of fantasies/Are laying in bed with me/In the dark I can see you smiling" Dream Warriors by Dokken - "When I close my eyes, I realize/You'll come my way"//"And maybe tonight, maybe tonight you'll be gone" Surrender by Cheap Trick - "Surrender, surrender/But don't give yourself away" Tomorrow by KISS - "And tomorrow/We're gonna fall in love, fall in love/Tomorrow" I Wanna Be Somebody by W.A.S.P - "You're nobody's slave, nobody's chains are holdin' you"//"Cause I, I got the guts to be somebody" Hollywood by The Runaways - "I'll be a star that shines/I can make the whole world mine"//"Each day at home I scheme for the fame and fortune dream" Odyssey by Kiss - "From a far off galaxy/I hear you calling me/We are on an odyssey/Through the realms of time and space/In that enchanted place/You and I come face to face" I Wanna Be Your Dog by The Stooges/and a version by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts - "And in my room I want you here/ And now we're gonna be face to face" I'm Alice by Alice Cooper - "Created just for your lust with exquisite control/A thing you can trust to satisfy your soul" Sure Know Something by KISS - "But late at night I still hear you call my name"//But late at night I still want you just the same"//"But late at night I still need you just the name" Little Dreamer by Van Halen - "I had to tell them baby you were armed with all you need"//"You are a little dreamer" Stay Hungry by Twisted Sister - "Are you feeling the fire?/Are you ready to explode?/Are your dreams and desires Riding down an open road?" Wishing Well by Black Sabbath - "You find that life's not always what it seems, no, no/Then think of a rainbow and I'll make it come real" I'll Fight Hell To Hold You by KISS - "I'll fight hell to hold you/No river too deep or mountain high/I'll fight hell to hold you/By my side" Rooms on Fire by Stevie Nicks - "Somewhere out in the back of your mind/Comes your real life and the life that you know" Alone by Heart - "And the night goes by so very slow/Oh I hope that it won't end though/Alone" Dream On by Aerosmith - "Dream on, dream on, dream on/Dream until your dreams come true"

Honorable mentions:

I Am (I'm Me) by Twisted Sister

Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics

Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles

Born Again by Black Sabbath

I'm Going Home by Tim Curry (the Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Don't Try To Close A Rose by Cher

Dream Police by Cheap Trick

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Looking for Today by Black Sabbath

Let Me Go, Rock 'N Roll by Kiss

I Will Prevail by Doro

Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

King of the Silver Screen by Alice Cooper

My absolute favorites:

Let's Pretend by Raspberries - "I can't sleep nights/Wishing you were here beside me"//"If we close our eyes and believe it might come true" A Dream Away by The Cars - "Because the good life is just a dream away" Waiting For The Weekend by The Vapors - "And everyday I dream my life away/just waiting for the weekend/Then I know I won't have to leave you here/and we can be alone again"

Rock And Roll Hell by KISS - "He wants it bad, but he wants no charity/He seems to think it's his destiny"

Tambourine Dream by Lita Ford - "The spell that I'm under/ Has brought you to my door, the love that I hunger for"//"We can last forever in a lover's fantasy"

[thessalian]

Thess vs Knowing Your Employees

I'm not doing very well, and I think everybody knows it. Like, not people who read my Tumblr or people I talk to on Discord or anything like that. I mean everybody.

Update on the overtime thing - apparently today was a fairly slow day in terms of reporting, so when I called at 3:30 as I was asked to, there were only about 130 dictations in the queue.

(Note: that sounds like a lot, and it is, but it was 450 on Tuesday.)

Things were chill enough at the office that Scruffman actually forgot he asked me to ring him to check in about the workload. I think that might have something to do with having emailed him a little earlier in the day about a significant issue with someone's dictation.

(Further note: our doctors use wireless headset microphones to dictate - Bluetooth, I think. Anyway, sometimes they end up sitting too far from their computers for a decent connection, and when that connection dies, the transcription software defaults to using whatever microphone is handy - which in our machines means one built into the webcam. And of course, if they're sitting so far away that the wireless connection won't work, they're not going to be very audible over lab noise either. Bad enough when it's a regular dictation, but there were two urgent cases I had to send back because they were inaudible and you don't make guesses about someone's urgent liver biopsy. I swear, half the doctors don't have the foggiest clue how to use the equipment and it shows.)

Anyway, point is, I actually had voice chat with the man. I can generally sound pretty professional under even the worst circumstances, but that's only to people who haven't dealt with me regularly. Scruffman has heard my "I am in serious pain and sucking it up" voice a lot. And to his credit, I'm pretty sure he noticed me using it. Because when I asked if I was going to be needed for overtime with our typing queue as it was, he said, "It's actually been really quiet, so we should be okay! I mean ... some of them do go crazy in the late afternoon ... and sometimes they come in on Saturday ... but no; no, you're fine on your regular hours; we'll be okay".

In those elliptical pauses, I could hear the "Oh [Thess] does not sound well. Even if we're not fine, I can push [Temp] and [Goblin] a little harder on Monday, or we can work it out after [Thess] has had an actual break." I mean, I'm sure he does actually care, but there's also an awful lot of "Working [Thess] this hard is going to result in more sick leave and we really can't afford that right now, particularly not from the best worker the department has right now", and more than a little "[Thess] got reduced hours because of a disability and if [Thess] has to go on long-term sick again, Occupational Health is going to eat my head". So not purely altruistic motives, but at least he noticed.

That said, I'm still not doing well. While I did not have overtime, I did still have to go out to pick up some painkillers and a couple of bits and pieces. A bad idea during rush hour, but needed to get to things before they shut. Painkillers aside, I forgot to order carrots and I like carrots in my Japanese curry, which is very much on the menu this month. Carrot, potato, onion, and butternut squash. Might fill it out with some sweet potato too this time.

I did treat myself a little, though. Slightly longer travel time hurt, but it meant going to the big Tesco that does the gluten-free onion rings. And sirloin steak was on sale. So guess what I had for dinner? (Well, with potato salad and some veggie crudites with ranch dip; veggies are good.) It was a much-deserved treat, and thankfully didn't require a lot of effort.

I'd love to say I'm going to just relax tomorrow, and I sort of will, but if I have to go to the pharmacy for my prescription meds if I wake up early enough, and either way I should go to the big Sainsbury's to stock up on gluten-free pasta. It's a pain in the arse; Tesco has a great range of gluten-free products but their gluten-free pasta is bullshit, while Sainsbury's doesn't have quite the same selection but does the only really edible own-brand gluten-free pasta I've found so far. I hate having to go to like three different shops to get a full gluten-free shop stock-up.

Anyway, also there might be baking. I'm going to have to order more gluten-free flour already. But then again, two cakes, one loaf of gingerbread, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies and I'm still not through the entire bucket. So that's something.

To summarise: I am not doing well, I'm still using Saturday for as much recovery as possible (sad as missing a Saturday session makes me, I would not run well in this state), and I want cookies.

[captainskylock]

Poem: How to bake a wedding cake.

I get asked to write people poems for their weddings. A lot. I'm starting to struggle to come up with original ideas, since the usual topics of love and commitment are beyond my ability to contribute any sort of original take. However: I can offer unbridled chaos and unrelenting horror. So this is my most recent work, written for my aunt's wedding back in April. Started and finished in the wee hours of that very morning, as is tradition.

So. It has come to this: the grandest mistake Volunteering to concoct a whole wedding cake Overselling my talents, a cuisinier fake And there is no recourse left now but to bake

But how can the unskilled prove they can shine? The same way as experts: just research on-line! I’ll soon find the secret, the day will be fine And all will be pleased when on cake they shall dine

Whole milk, and egg whites, and all-purpose flour Why this is easy, I’ll be done in an hour! Sugar and butter and nothing too sour- Wait, where’s the Wi-Fi? I’ve lost all the power!

I’ve already forgotten everything I just read! The wedding’s tomorrow! I’m filling with dread Show’s over, I’m done, I’m totally dead! The fearsome bride will be after my head!

No! I can manage, a capable man With reason and logic here at my command I have this cake licked, it’s fully in hand I’ll make it up as I go and it will be grand

I think there was… milk? My memory’s rough But I’ve only one pint, will that be enough? Well not to worry, substitution’s not tough I’ll scoop in the mayo, it’s just the right stuff!

Now it needs body, and here’s the corn flour No way that’s enough, so let’s search for more powder Some curry, some chilli, I’m sifting a shower More mustard and matcha! The flavour gets louder!

And… were there eggs? There’s none in the fridge So protein a la proxy shall be my new bid It’s round and it’s white, with a bit of a squidge… Yes that will be perfect! Toss in a few squid!

Which is sugar and salt? I just cannot see These pots are all labelled incompetently! “Pure Food Grade Fine Crystals, Citric Acid Kay-Gee” Well I have no clue, but looks sugary to me!

I think there was butter? But look! It is marred! By toast crumbs left strewn by an incautious card Emboldened, I feel that I’m quite avant-garde When I substitute butter with a great block of lard

Is wedding cake pudding? With fruit is it packed? These things one must learn as an auto-didact Well tomatoes are fruit. Now that is a fact! I’ll toss in a can, and that will be that!

And one final thing that will prove my proficience Vanilla to counter the flavour deficience But one bean will surely prove quite inefficient So in goes the bundle, now that is sufficient

And into the oven, scraped into a pile My gusto for baking surpasses this trial Passion means heat! So crank up that dial! Five hundred degrees and leave in a good while

I take up the spoon, I’ve never felt braver And put it to taste-bud to take in the flavour Growing ever light-headed the longer I savour And with cause unrelated my wakefulness wavers

A few hours in, I awake from my coma My culinary skill must be worth two diplomas As I realise that what once was a pungent aroma Has nicely burned off in a blazing corona

And next, to assemble, now the fires have fizzled Though the size of the cake has slightly shrivelled And the tall stacking layers continue to sizzle The shape is perfected and expertly chiselled

It needs decoration, that’s not my concern The family expert will cover the burns As for this challenge and all I have learned I cannot be stopped when the Internet spurns!

And next the wedding, the service, bouquet The drinks and the mingling, twee games of croquet At dinner a slice of my cake comes my way I politely decline, I put down for soufflé!

[harleyquilt]

The Fire That Burns Us All (TouKen/KaneTou Fanfic) - Chapter 5

Summary: Struggling with his own investigations, Kaneki decides to distract himself by meeting some friendly faces, both new and old.

Word count: 2961~

Notes: Hope the quality is ok for y'all, trying to be as consistent as I can be with my schedule. Lemme know what you think, though! I hope you enjoy~~

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Kaneki leaned back in his seat, his eyes scanning over his pinboard. It was covered with photographs, messily scrawled notes, and lines of thread connecting each piece of information to an enlarged map of Tokyo. The city was sectioned off into their separate wards, separated further with markers signifying territory and safe zones. At the very top of the board were several blurred photos of an Aogiri ghoul Kaneki had been trying to hunt down, but there was little else to see except for a few dead-end leads. 

He tuts and tugs away one of the threads, tossing it aside and sitting back back down onto his seat, looking at the board over the rim of his glasses. He rubs his eyes and squeezes the bridge of his nose, his eyes darting to the clock. It is already two in the morning, and still, he could not bring himself to sleep, despite his apparent exhaustion. 

He sat leaning his head against his hand, the silence sinking into his skin and his mind going numb by the growing static of his restless thoughts. He could feel himself sinking into his seat, the darkness thickening, and the images before him losing their shape. His eyes bore into the photos looming over him, mocking him for his continued failure. They eluded him even now, as he sits there wasting away the night with his brooding. Still, he had been given this task by Arima, and Kaneki had no intention of failing him. 

He forces himself forward and slaps his cheeks. It does little to wake him, but he manages to pull out his phone and call Furuta, who answers after the second ring, as he always does. 

"What can I do for you, boss?" Furuta answers with his chipper voice. 

"I would like to meet with Akira Mado, if I can. Please look into our schedules for me."

Furuta hums for a moment, filling in the silence over the phone. "Ah," he says finally. "She and Amon will be free at two in the afternoon for a late lunch. Will that do, or would you like something more official?" 

"No, that's fine. I'll spend my lunch with them, then." He strums his fingers against the table, thinking to himself. "One more thing. Please make sure that my evening is free - I have a few things I need to attend to."

"Will do. I'll be sure to give you my report tomorrow morning."

"Make that later tonight. I'll be finished before nine." 

Without waiting for a response, Kaneki ends the call and stands from his seat. Almost immediately, his stomach begins to rumble, and looking down, he frowns. With a shake of his head, he dismisses his hunger and decides to have a late night shower. 

. . . 

Amon watches with strained worry as Akira shakes more chilli powder onto his curry. One, two, three…five shakes. With a pleased smile, Akira places aside the powder and mixes her own curry into her rice. 

"You know," she begins, breaking off a piece of her naan. "The best way to eat curry is with your hands." As if to demonstrate, she scoops a handful of curry and rice with her naan and shoves it into her mouth. "Mm, delicious." 

"I see…" Amon continues to frown at his dish and Akira raises a brow.

"It's going to get cold if you keep staring at it." 

Suddenly distracted, Akira waves over Kaneki as he enters the cafeteria, eager to catch up with her old partner. Amon, meanwhile, eats a small mouthful of untainted rice. Kaneki sits to Amon’s side and gives both a small bow in greeting. 

"Always so formal." Akira smiles, taking another handful of curry. "How have you been, Kaneki-kun?" 

Kaneki offers a wry smile. "I've been okay. I haven't made much progress with my investigations, I'm afraid."

"You look tired." Amon remarks, pushing aside his half eaten lunch. "I've noticed you taking on a lot of late night shifts, too." 

"Your performance will suffer if you don't get your eight hours." Akira adds with gentle scrutiny. Kaneki nods with a smile, bowing his head.

"Yes, ma'am." He says and she nods in approval. 

"Good. I don't like thinking that you're keeping yourself awake with all these difficult assignments."

"Speaking of which," Kaneki says. "How are your respective investigations going? Have you found Torso yet?"

Amon shakes his head. "He's slippery, that one. We haven't quite cracked the pattern he's following just yet. It won't be long now, though."

Finishing her curry, Akira dabs at her mouth with a handkerchief. "We think he's using a vehicle of sorts, but it'll be hard to find him with that theory alone. It is likely he uses something innocuous, like a taxi, perhaps." 

"A taxi…" Kaneki mulled over the thought, having seen Akira and Amon’s notes on the case. "If I find anything suspicious, I'll be sure to let both of you know." 

"That'd help." Amon says. "With your nose and all. But there's no need to push yourself even harder."

"Please, this will be a welcomed break for me." Kaneki laughs lightly, waving off Amon’s concern. "I'll keep an eye out." 

. . .

By the time he arrived at the cafe, a light shower of rain began to fall across Tokyo. The clouds gathered and darkened against the evening sky and the lights of Tokyo began to light up the streets with their bright, fluorescent urban glow. The cafe was comfortably warm, the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. He found himself smiling as he waited by the door for the waitress to walk around the counter, greeting him with slight familiarity and kind hospitality. She guided him to a corner booth and waited for his order with a knowing smile. 

“Black, please.” Kaneki asked. 

“No sugar and milk. Got it.” She gave him a small bow and moved back behind the counter to prepare his drink. Kaneki let out a deep breath he had been holding in unknowingly and leaned back against his cushioned seat. 

There were a few more customers this time. Some were alone, some with a friend or two, a few students, and a couple of elderly customers. They all spoke with a gentle quietness, their words hidden behind the hum of the coffee machine and the clatter of cups and cutlery. It was strangely tranquil in a way that could not be felt in other coffee shops, a relaxing mix of the mundane and a seamless detachment from the outside world. Like a hidden realm that only he and these few customers could find solace in. Or perhaps he was overthinking it, he thought to himself, suddenly embarrassed as the waitress returned with his drink. 

She placed it down and asked if he wanted anything else. He hesitated for a moment, looking down into his coffee, and he chewed on his lip. “Forgive me if you find this uncomfortable but,” he kept his eyes lowered, his brow furrowed. “But could I ask for your name?” He mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, could you say that again?” She asked, though in a kind, patient tone. She leaned forward slightly and turned her ear towards him. 

He lifted his gaze and his eyes darted between each of her features. Her smiling lips, her mesmerising eyes with her thick, dark eyelashes, the sheen in her raven hair - he was captivated with each part of her face, yet he couldn’t bear to look for too long in fear of how he must seem to her. He forced the words out quickly and repeated his question, looking away again afterwards.

“Ah, I see.” She let out a nervous laugh. “It’s Touka. Touka Kirishima.”

Kaneki nodded to himself, clutching his cup tightly. “My name is Ken Kaneki.”

She does not respond right away, but shows little in her unchanging expression. “Well, it’s nice to see you, Kaneki-kun.” 

Hearing his name spoken with sudden familiarity sent a jolt through his chest and he suppressed a shiver, nodding again in acknowledgement. She leaves him soon afterwards and he heaves out another pent up breath, taking a sip of the coffee to help calm his nerves. It was peculiar; he was an elite investigator in charge of some of the deadliest tasks known to the CCG, and yet, when interacting with this waitress, he is left nervous and fumbling under her gentle gaze. He wanted to know more about her, but did not have the courage to seek it out. It was almost ridiculous considering everything he has faced as an investigator. Still, this was something he has had no experience in dealing with before, and knowing the person that he was, he was unsure if he was even allowed to experience such simplicities. Though, perhaps for now, it would be alright to know her as an acquaintance, he thought as he took another sip of the coffee.

Another young woman entered the cafe then - a petite girl with short, brown hair and a pleasant, rounded face with large, doe-like eyes that seemed to exude a youthful innocence. She walked straight to the counter and leaned against it, eagerly waving for Touka, who in turn asked her to wait for a moment. She turned around and leaned back against the counter with her eyes drifting across the cafe. 

Meeting his, they come to an abrupt stop and they widen for a moment, her complexion paling. Showing little reaction, Kaneki continues to drink his coffee, glancing back at her over the rim of his cup. She quickly looks down, her lips pressed together, and she moves behind the counter, grabbing Touka’s arm. She whispers into Touka’s ear and Touka stiffens, her face moving slightly towards the girl. She whispers something back and the girl looks back at Kaneki for a brief moment with a wild look of fear. Stepping back, she hurries away to the staffroom and Kaneki sets down his cup, his expression cool and calm. 

After a short while, Touka heads back to Kaneki’s table, keeping her composure. She asks if he would like a refill and Kaneki shakes his head. “No, thank you.” He meets her eyes for a moment before looking away again. “Have I made your friend uncomfortable? The one that came in a few minutes ago?”

“My friend?” She tilts her head to one side, her eyes widening as if suddenly remembering who he was referring to. “Ah, that was my younger sister.” She presses her hands together and bows. “Please forgive her. She’s quite skittish and thought you looked…um…” She hesitates, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. “She was worried you might be someone shady. I am very sorry.”

“Ah, I see.” Kaneki smiles. “Well, I was going to leave anyway. Please tell her that I am sorry for causing her distress.”

Touka’s eyes widened again, her smile fading. “Please wait!” She says suddenly. “Are you sure you would not like another coffee?”

“Not right now, no.” Kaneki stands and places down the money he owed her. “Maybe another time.”

He gives her a bow and leaves, feeling her eyes watching him as the door closes behind him. He glances back at the shop momentarily, deep in thought, before calling for a taxi. The rain is cold against his skin, the smell of wet concrete permeating the air, and the bitter taste of the coffee lingering on his lips.

. . .

The look Touka’s sister gave him continued to haunt his thoughts, along with Touka’s words. He knew he always had an intimidating presence and he was sure to use that to his advantage, and rarely had he thought anything more than that. And yet, seeing the way the girl had looked at him and knowing how that must seem to someone like Touka gave him a shudder. It made him wonder how Touka must really think of him and he felt his heart clench with a growing shame at the thought that her friendliness was nothing more than the usual hospitality that she showed  to all of her customers. If that was the case, he would do well to stay away from the cafe, even if she had the kindness in her heart to not turn him away. He refused to be more of a nuisance than he already was. And with this thought, he looked up and noticed the taxi he had called for arriving.

The taxi slowed to a stop to where Kaneki stood and he quickly got into the back. He leaned back and gave the driver a random address, pulling his gloves onto his hands. The driver nodded and started to drive, his fingers tightening around the wheel. 

Kaneki rested his head against the window, his nostrils flaring. This was the fifth taxi he was taking that night in hopes to help Akira and Amon narrow down their search. He considered it part of his own patrol, though perhaps he was simply hoping to distract himself from his own investigations. Regardless, the last four drivers showed no signs of suspicious behaviour and he concluded that they must be regular humans - they had even shown compliance in sharing their worker’s ID so that he may check on their profiles later on, all four showing concern for any potential danger of ghouls in their workplace. 

This taxi, however, immediately set him off; it stunk of blood, both new and old, and it permeated the whole vehicle. Kaneki had thought that this Torso killer would be more discreet in handling his victims, though he likely could not have anticipated a fellow ghoul as an investigator entering his vehicle. Disgusting creatures, Kaneki thought with a sneer. All of them. With this thought, he looked to the streets outside, the car driving closer to an isolated patch of land. 

“Just ahead.” Kaneki ordered, tilting his chin up. “If I may ask, how long have you been working in this profession?” 

The driver hesitated and met his eyes in the rearview mirror. He swallowed and parted his thin lips. “About a year, sir. Why do you ask?”

“I see. Do you enjoy your job?”

“Well…I suppose so.” The car pulls over to a nearby curb. “Is this okay?”

Kaneki does not answer right away, his eyes narrowed. “I think you must enjoy your job.” His hand grips onto his briefcase tightly. “After all, it has made it much easier for trash like you to kill your victims.”

The driver’s eyes widen and he slams his foot down onto the accelerator, thrusting the car forward. Kaneki grabs onto the driver’s seat with one hand to keep himself balanced and pierces the other through the seat and into the driver’s back, crushing his spine with his fist. The driver yells out and swerves the car around. It slams against the corner of a building and he leans forward, his kagune shooting out from his lower back. Kaneki pulls his hand back and ducks as the kagune flies over him and through the back window, shattered glass falling across the backseat. The driver takes the opportunity to leave the car, stumbling forward onto the ground with thick drops of blood trailing behind him. 

Kaneki kicks the door out and begins to follow the fumbling ghoul, releasing his yukimura quinque. He slowly walks closer to Torso, who is now on all fours as the wound in his back begins to knit itself back together. With wild eyes, Torso snaps his head towards Kaneki, his rinkaku claw thrusting out and towards him. And with little effort, Kaneki moves to one side, easily dodging the attack. Torso scrambles forward onto his feet and begins to run, throwing out another attack with his kagune that Kaneki knocks back with his quinque. 

“There’s no use running.” Kaneki yelled, his eyes tracking the ghoul as he ran. “If you were wise, you’d give yourself up willingly. It would save me the trouble of having to cut off your legs.”

Torso begins to slow and his kagune withers back into his skin. He heaves heavily, his dark hair plastered against his sweating skin. From here, Kaneki could see him more clearly - the ghoul’s gaunt face, sunken eyes, slender frame. He’s more like a twig than a ghoul, and still, this creature is responsible for the slaughter of countless lives. He is a sickness, a disease, and in that sense, Torso looks as despicable as the rest of them. Kaneki looks up and sees the moon hanging high up in the sky and his stomach groans with unsatiated hunger. He looks back down to Torso, who has forced himself to run further ahead, and he sighs. 

“I’m tired.” He muttered to himself and he raised his quinque, readying his stance. “Let’s end this quickly.”

Just then, Kaneki is knocked forward with a flurry of light blows against his back that pierces through his skin with searing heat. He rolls forward and pushes himself back onto his feet and faces his attacker, his body stinging with sudden pain. Examining his surroundings, he sees a figure standing on top of a nearby lamp post - a ghoul with a flaming ukaku and a black rabbit mask. They stood lightly and wore a long, dark coat, but Kaneki could recognise the figure almost immediately. 

“Black Rabbit.” Kaneki grunted, his knuckles white as he held onto his weapon. “I guess you’re here to pick up your trash.”

The ghoul dropped to the ground and kept a crouched stance, their kagune flaring out. “That is none of your concern, dove. Get out of my way.”

Gritting his teeth, Kaneki glared. “You’re an idiot if you think I’ll give you what you want.”

The ukaku swirls against the dark sky, like a blazing fire, and begins to crystallise at the root. 

“Then die.”

[princesandromeda]

I love this comic so much! It took me a whole hour to read it orz but it was worth it because it was so funny.

Summary/translation under the cut, disclaimer that I'm not a professional translator so some things might be wrong!

First two pages are them playing with spins while yelling their attacks (Aurora Thunder/Nebula Chain) and Shun hits Hyoga in the face by accident (RIP Hyoga)

Third page Hyoga was telling Shun that Natasha was scared bc people were performing the Lion Dance (the one that like 5 people get under a huge lion suit) outside their condominium, which makes Shun go "oh, that reminds me I also had something mildy scary happen to me the other day", and it was Shaka (with his eyes open!!!) outside his door.

[Fourth page] Shaka brought a gift for New Years: Shaka Shaka Curry! (Very delicious!). Shaka peer-pressured Shun into eating it bc smth or the other rite of passage for virgo saint.

[Fifth page] Hyoga inspects the Shaka Shaka curry and then starts shaking Shun "Did you eat it?!" "Eh? Yeah" "And you don't feel any different?!" "Well, now that you mention it I have the weird urge to say that I am the best thing from heaven to hell; or float while meditating in lotus position; or to strip people from their five senses..." "Hold on, Shun!" (Natasha's so confused her parents are so weird)

Sixth page is Seiya and Shun. Shun wonders what he should give Hyoga for his birthday, Seiya says flowers, Shun says "nah, I already gave him flowers" (and something about the bar patrons taking the flowers?) so he says he will instead give him a big cake with Camus coming out of it (??????)

[Seventh page] Seiya: Why don't you just give up (on that idea)? Shun: Don't worry, this wouldn't be the first time Camus (does something like this?) Seiya: what do you mean?????

Eight page starts with Shun: "Ah, I'm so busy tomorrow, I'll have to [list of chores that I'm too lazy to translate]. I should write it down so I don't forget." Hyoga: Are you busy rn? Shun: no. Hyoga: I wanted you to taste-test a recipe I was trying for White Day.

[Ninth page] Shun: Valentine's is all about receiving but people are rarely serious about it. Hyoga: Yakimeshi? Shun: It's too late to eat that (but the thing you just made is delicious). Hyoga: And what would you do if I got serious? Shun: Hmm, I see. Then it could become scary. Hyoga: Scary? Shun: It would be no fun if I explained it to you. Hyoga? What's wrong? Hyoga--? [Hyoga discovered Shun's To-Do list which includes a reservation of sorts for Hyoga?]

In the tenth page Natasha comes crying because his papa yelled at her (!). She was just waking up when she heard her papa saying "10..."

[Eleventh page] Natasha: Ten? Ten what papa? Hyoga [asleep]: TEN TAKOYAKI! [falls back to sleep] Natasha: And I don't get why he yelled at me! ;A; Shun: Ah, I see, I'll try asking him later, ok?

[twelfth page] Shun's had plenty experience with Hyoga talking in his sleep. Natasha: I want to sleep with mama tonight!

In the tirtheenth page Shun woke up earlier. Shun: Eh? I was sure I was alone when I went to sleep. Then why...?

[Fourteenth page] Shun: He always has that bad habit of sleeping in the wrong room... Hyoga [waking up]: Hm? No, I didn't sleep in the wrong room. Shun: What do you mean. Hyoga: This is my room.

[Fifteenth page] When Hyoga went to sleep at 3am... Hyoga: Hey, Shun [shake] [forehead kiss]. He's not waking up, if I wake him up, then he might get annoyed at me...

Pages 16 to 19 don't need translation🫣

[Page 20] Shun: Eh? Why? This is so weird... Hyoga: What's wrong? Shun: I've been trying to enter some numbers for quite a while, but the computer's keyboard's not entering anything. Hyoga: Shun, I think it's best if you took a little break... you're really tired. Shun: eh? Hyoga: because that thing you were tapping so desperately earlier... was the calculator.

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Ginsei (BLST) - 2023 Birthday

Pairing: you/Hime (female reader) x Ginsei

Warnings: fluff, suggestive ( just in case, MDNI)

Word count: 786

A/N: Happy birthday Ginsei!!!! Here is my gift for you!!! You didn't come home on your bday banner but that's okay. Ilysm <3

And 'coincidences' keep happening. When I tell y'all that gin belongs to P I know I'm not crazy hahaha. P's new song is great and they released it like one day before gin's birthday. It's destiny ^^

"Girls, are you sure you don't need help?"

"Everything is under control, brother. You don't need to worry about a thing, okay? We know what we are doing!"

"Right... So I'll keep watching TV I guess..."

"Yeah, love, we'll finish this asap. I promise. Oh, by the way, before you leave, come here and taste this sauce please."

"Hmm... It's good! I didn't know you knew how to make curry!"

"Hehe, that's the power of love for you."

"Eh... I think someone is blushing."

"No, I'm not, sister. The curry is a bit spicy, that's probably it. I'll watch TV now."

"Hahaha, I can't believe that after years together he's still that shy around you."

"Haha, I know right, but I love that about him. He is so clumsy and awkward even though he is such an ikemen."

"Please stop drooling. I know my brother is hot but you don't need to remind me of that, thank you very much."

"Ooops, sorry. Let's go back to our curry then."

While you and Ginsei's older sister are cooking to celebrate his birthday, the starless boy is wondering what you two are gossiping about him.

"I hope my sister is not telling anything embarrassed. I mean, I know Hime is used to my personality by now, but still... I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe she would like to do something different on my birthday, but apparently, she is just fine cooking for me."

"Does Hime think I'm boring..."

Lost in his thoughts, Ginsei tries to focus on the TV show he is watching, waiting patiently for dinner.

After two hours of a lot of gossip and minor mistakes making the curry, dinner is ready.

"So good..."

"Did you like the tonkatsu, brother? I made it by myself!"

"Yep, everything is so good. Thank you, girls."

"Yay, I'm glad you like it. Not gonna lie that curry is not actually my specialty, so I'm glad it's edible hahah."

"Of course it is, Hime! Everything you do is always perfect!"

"Geez, brother, you are so shy but sometimes you say some really romantic stuff out of the blue. How is that even possible?"

*blushing* "Ahh... I was just being honest though."

"Aww that's so adorable, Gin! Thank you, my starless boy. I won't say no to your praises. I love when you get excited about something I did just when you just read a new script for a new play."

*speaks almost whispering* "You're way more important than any script though."

"What did you say, Gin?"

"Oh... nothing. Nothing. I think we should get going soon. My sister needs to wake up early tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, that's true. I'll do the dishes real quick."

"I can help you, Hime."

"Nooo way, it's still your birthday. Why don't you go chat with your sister, while I finish here? We already washed a lot of utensils while we were making dinner anyway."

"If you wanna work so bad, you could replace a few burned-out light bulbs in my room, brother. I wouldn't mind hehe."

"Sure, I'll help you."

Moments later...

"There, that's the last one."

"Thank you, brother. You're a lifesaver!"

"That's nothing. Don't worry."

"Hey, before you go, can I ask you something?"

"Yep."

"You are planning to thank your Hime later, right? She really made a huge effort to organize this little party."

"Of course I will. I just don't know how yet."

"Just be you, that one is such a simp. She'll like anything you do."

"Hime likes me that much, huh..."

"Yeah, Ginsei, she does. Be more confident, would you?"

"Mhm... Okay."

At Ginsei's place...

"Eh... It's sure late. I'm sorry you'll have to stay in my place, Hime. I hope you won't get late for work tomorrow. I'll definitely escort you to work."

"Hehe, no worries. It's always nice to spend the night at your place after your birthday."

"So... I was thinking on our way home... I want to thank you so... Would you like a massage? You worked all day and still managed to cook for me."

"A massage? Ohh... That's not bad. I'll accept your offer, Gin."

Ginsei then proceeds to massage you as a reward for your hard work. As you start to relax to his touch, you can't help but moan a bit when he exerts a bit more pressure on your sore shoulders. Then...

"Gin... why did you stop? It's something the matter?"

"Hime... I just can't keep going... I'm sorry, I..."

He turns your head in his direction, kissing you roughly. His tongue eagerly searching yours, desperate to taste more of you. That's now the easiest way for him to show what he usually is too shy to say out loud.

[golden--doodler]

Random facts about my Gravity Falls OCs Maggie and Sydney (they're girlfriends :3) that absolutely no one asked for because I'm in a certain mood. I'm probably going to end up doing this again later with my Mission Impossible OC like I teased in that earlier post:

Maggie Pines

--The most Lesbian to ever Lesbian. Seriously, she can give any Queer person a run for their money. Anyone talking about liking guys legitimately fascinates her sometimes because of how foreign it is to her.

--She first discovered her Lesbianness because Mabel was watching the movie How Did They Set Up Manny Mongoose? (which is a spoof on Who Framed Roger Rabbit?) and the gorgeous wife of Manny Mongoose, Joanne Mongoose (supposed to be Jessica Rabbit) appeared for the first time. She was enthralled.

--She's the oldest triplet and doesn't let Dipper and Mabel forget it. She may have been born only five minutes before Mabel and ten minutes before Dipper, but it still very much counts in her eyes.

--Was born with six fingers on each hand (postaxial polydactyly) and while she thinks it can be fun sometimes (it's actually made her better at video gaming than the average person) she's actually quite insecure about it.

--Has horrendous eyesight. She's been wearing glasses since the first grade. However, she's never needed braces like Mabel.

--Has asthma, but has never let it hold her back from being an extremely active person. She loves exercise, which is bad news for her lungs.

--Her favorite food is Pad Thai and her least favorite food is Curry. She could have a good bowl of Pad Thai any day of the week.

--Has undiagnosed, fairly high functioning Autism, which has led her throughout her life to not understand social cues very well (and just social interaction in general), has a hard time getting excited about things that aren't related to her special interests (mainly science), and just in general is always stimming in subtle ways. She gestures when she talks like there's no tomorrow, and tends to repeat things a lot, too.

--Yes, she's started getting her Period already. And yes, she has the biggest mood swings while she's on it out of anyone. Whenever it happens, she just needs to be locked away in a restroom by herself with some scented candles and music.

--Is allergic to syrup (it gives her pretty severe, uncomfortable hives that take a long time to go away).

--Is left-handed and very proud of it.

--Is a hardcore Ravenclaw.

Sydney Strange

--She's very Pansexual. She's known ever since she was quite young because whenever she talked to someone and started to like them, she realized how she never cared about or fixated on anyone's gender. All she cared about was if they were a good person or not, and if they could make her laugh. Having a sense of humor is an integral trait for a partner in her eyes.

--She's the adopted daughter of Tad Strange, the joke character from The Stanchurian Candidate. Yes, really.

--Her personality is the polar opposite of Tad's. She's a bit mischievous, is always up for an adventure, and is always prepared for some sort of potential natural disaster. She would be the type to seek out danger and just in general be a lot more reckless if it weren't for him.

--One of her favorite memories was when Tad finally let her take rock climbing lessons. However, she eventually got a bit bored with it because of how many harnesses were used. So, she began free-climbing all of the walls. This led to her falling one day, and she would've been seriously injured or worse if it weren't for the protective mats. She got a big earful about that afterward.

--She's Half-Salvadorian on her birth mother's side, and Half-African American on her birth father's side, which led to her having very dark skin. She also has startlingly green eyes.

--She's actually red-green colorblind but is able to pass as a regularly sighted person very well in her day-to-day life, to the point where almost no one notices unless she tells them. Her favorite color is blue because it's the color she can see and point out the most clearly.

--She has undiagnosed ADHD, which has led to her not doing very well in school, unfortunately. She's incredibly disorganized, forgetful, and hyper-talkative, which made school a huge challenge. And despite being a social butterfly, and being around other kids one of the only aspects of school she liked, she wasn't very popular and didn't have very many friends growing up.

--Despite her bravery, she actually has pretty severe Thalassophobia (fear of the ocean) and doesn't know how to swim. Even thinking about treading really deep water can trigger a mild panic attack. That's because she has a general fear of how vast and seemingly neverending the ocean is and because she got lost while trying to swim in the ocean when she was very young, and almost had a run-in with a shark.

--Despite her fear of the ocean, she's incredibly fascinated by space and the stars. She's the type to enjoy reading about astrological signs, and even used to want to be an astronaut when she was younger. That dream faded over time, though. This fascination with space led to Science Fiction being her favorite genre. She adores movies like The Thing.

--Is very skilled at playing the guitar, but is incredibly shy when people ask her to play. She eventually worked up the courage to play in front of Maggie, who enjoyed it a ton.

--Is Ambidextrous! She favors her left hand, though.

--She's a Gryffindor!

[into-the-center-of-things]

day four: first full day in chicago PART TWO!!!

After we left the Poetry Foundation building I got hungry again and we took transit to Pilson, which was the Hispanic neighborhood in Chicago (it reminded me a lot of Pomona in that way). We got food which was again, delicious (especially great considering I got a "vegetariano" burrito, which I am usually suspicious of but it actually tasted very good).

Quick aside, I really wish I knew more Spanish when I frequent Mexican restaurants—I just know how to say thank you but I need to know more pleasantries like "have a nice day" or something (I could probably just google it...)

Anyways, everything is kind of a foggy blur after that. We went into Inga, which is a like, artsy book store off of W 18th Street. They only had stuff that was independently published. They had a lot of art books and theory—two things I don't have a very stront grasp on. But they had some cyberfeminism stuff which I liked, and the photobooks were cool.

After that we met up with a friend and looked around at some different clothing stores that had shit that was super expensive—I honestly never know what to look at it because I'm not very stylish but the employees working were nice and I liked that a lot. One of them, called Knee Deep, had free pins so I took one that I liked.

After that we battled Chicago's transit to get back to the apartment. We stopped at a Paris Baguette at some plint which I will say three things about: 1) they had a crab meat croquette and a curry croquette which I would love to try; 2) they had an egg salad sandwhich with cucumber and BASIL the latter which I have never though to add in mine, so I will be trying that when I get home, and 3) on the table next to us there was a man who I think was unhoused with a bug stack of notebooks beside him, annotating the Holy Scriptures in deep concentration—he must be a very passionate and dedicated student of God if he takes so many notes, I hope things turn out OK for him.

Something I've really noticed about Chicago's transportation in comparison to Los Angeles's is the verticality of it—there's more bus lines running in opposite or perpendicular directions than towards one's desired direction.

@germfreeadulthood explained to me the prominent racial segregation with Chicago, re: the way the public transit is structured to keep the South side separate from the North Side, how the South side not as cleaned up or given the same access to resources (re: grocery stores with quality or passable produce) which further emphasizes the divide. Los Angeles, in comparison, is not as prominently segregated, so it isn't as difficult for someone to get across the entire city—you can really get far in LA with minimak transfers (which I would know, because I've done it several times before—people who shit on LA transit don't have any fucking idea what they are talking about...)

Something else I want to make note of is thr cicadas—they sound very mechanical here in Chicago, as in like a whining piece of machinery. I almost thought it was construction when I heard them, hence the haiku.

Anyways, tomorrow we're going to a used bookstore, maybe the Farmer's Market and maybe even the lake to swim? Who knows. I feel tired, I've walked so much and I know it's good for me but man I am tired. I really do like Chicago, though. I find it very beautiful.

More tomorrow.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Aftermath

I have stayed in bed most of the day. Still feel like I got run over by a truck. So much for actually going anywhere today ... well, maybe the corner shop. But anything else can wait (yes, even the meds; I just ordered my prescription refill early so I'm actually fine for another week without picking that up).

Beyond possible corner shop trip, probable Baldur's Gate 3 poking and sitting around quietly eating things, I may bake. I'm just vacillating on what cookie to bake first.

Wait. Do I have poll function on this thing?

I do, but I kind of want to figure that out in the next couple of hours, not the next couple of days. I could go traditional with chocolate chip, really easy with three-ingredient peanut butter, slightly ambitious with thumbprint, or full manic with "mini cinnamon roll sugar cookies".

Eh, I'll figure it out when I've had more of my coffee. I really want the mini cinnamon roll ones, but it depends on how much effort I'm up for. Of course, I really want the chocolate chip ones to, so...

C'mon, coffee; start working your magic!

Coffee reminds me that chocolate chip cookie dough wants to chill for twelve hours, and cinnamon roll sugar cookies require rolling out and the rolls chilling for fifteen minutes, and the thumbprint cookies don't require any of that, so I may end up just prepping all the dough first. My primary issue is that I have no rolling pin. Another one for the Homewares wishlist (the top of it, even - this is not the first time I've run into "Hey, you need a rolling pin") but for now, I have a couple of glasses and bottles that will suffice.

Or I could wait on the whole thing until tomorrow and spend one day doing absolutely nothing except making dinner and maybe a trip to the shops. You know, like a sane person. That would have the added advantage of ... well, I have to go to the big Sainsbury's to get gluten-free pasta anyway, and they do fairly cheap kitchen items, so I could get an actual rolling pin.

Right. Yes. Common sense prevails. I feel like hell, I need to recover, and that does not mean mixing cookie dough when I've got vegetables to chop for Japanese curry anyway. I mean, none of this actually gets me cookies today, but I can pick up a suitable treat at the corner shop. I need to work within my limitations if I want to recover from aftermath of nasty spate of way too much work. At least for one day.

Now I can probably have more coffee and maybe some Baldur's Gate 3. I have a murder to investigate.

[servuscorporis]

21st June 2024

69 Questions

25: Have you ever cried from being so mad? Hmmm Yeah. Without a fail. 26: Who did you last see in person? Khun Hiran. I had a meeting with him before heading to my room. He'll be working all night while I sleep. 27: Are you listening to music right now? Yes. I have MYSTERY OF LOVE by Sufjan Stevens. His music is soothing. 28: What is something you currently want right now? Warm tea. But I'm too lazy to get up and make it. 29: What is the last thing you said out lot? "See you tomorrow evening, Khun." 30: How is your heart lately? Beating well. I think... 31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie? Usually when I go for a run. But I don't really run often. But the answer is yes. 32: Are you wearing socks? No. I don't like socks when I go to sleep. 33: What do people call you? They call me by my first name. Most uni friends call me Sun, my nickname. I don't hear that much lately since I started living with Khun. 34: Will you talk to the person you like tonight? I like all the people I spoke with tonight. 35: Are there any stressful situations in your life? Yes. When I have to travel with Khun Hiran. He meets important people all the time... I get intimidated but mostly scared. 36: Who did you last share a bed with? Khun Hiran. 37: Did you do something bad today? Ate too much. I liked the green curry Khun's cook made for lunch I almost finished the pot. 38: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you? Today. 39: Do you get stressed out easily? I think so. But I'm working on things to help with that like listening to music. Exercising... 40: Will you sing today? Nope. 41: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t? Hmmm. Yes. 42: Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone? My best friend Heart. If I can't see him in person, we talk over the phone. 43: Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No. Knock on wood. 44: What are you listening to right now? Some Sufjan Stevens.

[ TBC ]

[pientrop]

Who would have thought that wanting to do something is underrated?

I have found a word to describe the country - he said with a low volume as the noises of the metro diluted the sound of his voice. Uninspiring. What do you think? -he asked. I smirked. I felt tired, my eyes sore from the lack of rest and the looking at the computer all day that day. I like it - I said. Sam was right. What a character, one can find in this sort of place. In this shit-show as they say. Then he said he enjoyed the conversation. He said enjoyed. Then I ask, whether he was no longer enjoying it. He said, well now we're just chit chatting aren't we? I asked him if he regretted, fucking up, as he said he had done. He said, well I guess I've fucked many things up in my life, I must have a couple regrets. I asked if he had any tattoos as I thought about the classic "no ragrets" reference. He explained where the reference came from. He ended by saying, I guess I know my pop culture, don't I?. One of the very few honest conversations I've had in a while. In this country, especially. He must be in his late forties this guy and he can still have this sort of conversation. I mean, there's not necessarily an age for this sort of thing but I mean. He is impressive. Who would've known? Good-bye Baltimore, his composition, I wish I could hear it. I wish I could remember. I remember when he showed it to me, I didn't know I'd treasure this moment.

So much of what we don't know.

I spoke about love today, as it happens, to my lover. I told him love is like the stars, you can spend 100 days or more without even looking at them, without even thinking they are there. But if one night you want to see them, you just need to go out and look. They'll be as extraordinary as ever, if not even more.

I think i have succeeded for the first time a real good flavored curry. A vegan one. And I'm sorry if it sounds mundane, and it will, but I'm fucking proud of myself. For the curry and for the rest. For the conversation with Sam that was just another conversation of two people in the metro, it meant nothing, but for an instant it meant something, something important like all other things, as important. As important. Of being still here I'm proud. I read these words quite recently: No to death sentence but yes to the right to suicide. Respectful, but I don't have all of the context. It's in Giselle Halimi's book. "Farouche liberté".

I want to be a writer. Some people come late to this conclusion, I guess one could say I'm relatively late, but in this case, it is never too late, is it? It's my calling. I really want to do it, although maybe tomorrow this might change. Also, I can train making longer sentences, as the one I'm doing now, for instance, making them last for lines and lines, maybe pages, perhaps. I can also read. I can make short sentences, so much I can do.

And the curry is ready, don't get me wrong, I want to develop, I will. You don't know how tired I feel. But it's a blessing, as it is a curse. I though this today: life is miserable. People spend a third of their life working. Another third doing meaningless things. And the other third doing even less meaningless things. At the same time it is a blessing, but is it not a curse? That it is both?

Lastly, if you're reading this darling, I want to tell you that I love you, like I love the fresh air coming from the outside through my open window on a June evening in... this country. I love you like the song that's playing (Dans les rues de Paris, Nicolas Godin). Somewhere, for sure. It's crazy to say it but unanimous. Somewhere, someone, is listening to this song, and I love you so.

Cheers to all, and thanks to Sam, for the only genuine exchange of all in the Metro in this country. In thins uninspiring country. This inspired me to remember, I'm alive, I exist and I can write about it. About it all.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary213

4/15-16/2024

monday - tuesday

my shift got put later, tomorrow, and it's still only 3 hours.

so i guess that's good. the people who manage schedules at work honestly seem so lost and it is so fucking annoying, one of my days off is just gone now, replaced with another meaningless shift to waste more of my meaningless life.

my gf did make today a lot better, she got me a cake, she got me chicken katsu curry, it was all good, then she sort of upset me bringing something up i don't like her talking about, something that happened at work that is funny but makes me basically dysphoric and i don't like hearing it talked about at minimum but it's not like she is really thinking she just wants to tell her brother a funny story it's like okay but i just felt bothered by it. i don't want to reproduce it here but i guess the gist is that a kid kept saying i look like timothy chalamet and whatever. it makes me feel not good thinking about it but what am i supposed to do. i guess a lot of people might agree. my gf's brother did, which made it worse. now she feels guilty, i don't know what to do about that. i just feel bad, it doesn't matter though, i told her it doesn't matter and it's fine and she shouldn't care how i feel. she just wanted to tell her brother something funny.

today at work, since it is a birthday place, a bunch of kids came in, and stuff, and it was their birthdays and i felt how totally and viscerally meaningless mine has been made surrounded by them, this is stupid and dramatic i guess and it's not even my birthday anymore so i can't even justify crying about it but i just felt so unhappy about the fact that i am like being used up like some kind of coal or whatever to fuel like, this very shallow joy offered to children, sit and spin on a ride, sit in cars and bump into eachother, gamble to win plastic shit that will be the only token that enables any memory of this place at all, there will be no stories, there will be nothing, a perfectly carried out rubric of events in an order you choose maybe but really are guided by architecture, a super-nothing, there is no memory possible of the place beyond some kind of vague location-based nostalgia for interiors and cheap design. do any of us remember distinct things that happen in chuck-e-cheese, or anything similar? i think only bad things and the rare few good things have more to do with people and proximity making it not be the place it is meant to be. all memory of places like this necessitates rupture. i am put to work to prevent rupture.

anyway i know i'm being like a baby or whatever. i shouldn't care. i shouldn't care, it's stupid to be so upset, it's so stupid though, i feel like extra upset because of it not even being my birthday anymore so it's like i can't even be really upset on my own birthday when anyone would be like okay with it. like i just have to get on with it, my time is on a conveyor belt i have no control i am deposited back into my life right as the day is ending, i get home late, i enjoy like an hour and a half of 'birthday' and then nothing. same same same same same same same after that and my gf will be nice to me but she can only take so much of me being annoying.

and i just feel hideous .

but not too much longer, not too much longer it'll be through, this job. i hope.

i just keep thinking about how i don't ever really know what i want. i at least tried to do things i know i wanted to do today, i had figured things i want to do outside that aren't just vague nothings, i always need other people to direct me. i wanted to go to a thrift store, i wanted to go to a restaurant, i wanted to go home. the one day i at least imagined was just impossible, it's just super impossible and pointless to want to do things, from where i am at least. i am just so used to having others decide for me, i just let my job decide what my time actually means. #lol.

but this is all stupid and so embarrassing, i really shouldn't even be able to think like this, but i am. isn't that horrible. it probably means i have some kind of personality disorder and should be executed or something.

unexpectedly, music is going okay i think, though. that is very nice i think. i figured out part of what is wrong with this one song is just the imbalance in the channels, i need to double the guitars, and then have the synths kinda sit over top, maybe put them back in the middle, that might be cool. it definitely makes the guitars sound a lot better to be doubled and panned like they are now.

am i just some kind of resentful little worm? i don't want to be. i want to be kind, and i want to be without ressentiment. i want to be better than this, but i just fall into this kind of thing, it's like giving up but worse, it feels so venomous and hostile, like it's just me turning into a cancer along my self, a terminal negativism.

i will probably have to make peace with working this song out better tomorrow but it's definitely a lot closer to what i want, i think, or hope. but i'm sure i can learn to be disappointed tomorrow and stuff all over again and over again and over again.

but i think it is close, honest, or this is at least the way to do things, and maybe some stuff needs to change in the song otherwise, like maybe make the low end of the kicks less loud or round? that seems like a good idea, other stuff along that path, maybe just by a tiny bit cutting more lows from the guitars? probably also a good idea. i think these are things to move forward w/ for this song, maybe also look into the unity gain thing i have going on and see what i can do to make that a little less punishing feeling.

anyway, i need to sleep,

and i do always feel less crazy after sleeping and tomorrow's a short shift, so

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!