#and she does ‘does your job have resources to help you deal with that someone to talk to?’

[trashytracktales]

Idk if you write about this topics since they are really sensitive, but it is something I’m currently struggling with and I would like to see how lando would react after finding out that the reader has been hiding a her struggle with mental illness and attempts of ending her life. Once again I know how sensitive this request is but I started reading your work and fell in love with it and thought that you would write this beautifully

Seasons change | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── This was a pretty difficult one-shot to write, even though it's not very lengthy. I know that mental health is still a topic of actuality that we all deal with in one way or another. The only thing that I want you guys to remember after reading this, is that you are not alone. I know that it may sound like a broken record, but it's true. Each of us has a Lando in our lives who will care enough to stand by you without ulterior motives or conditions. And if you really feel like you don't, I can be him for you. My DMs and ask box are always open, so don't hesitate to reach out if you need someone. You matter in all your forms 🤍

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☆ summary ──── He's been away for work for a while now, but when Lando comes home to find his girlfriend at her lowest, they have to learn the hard way that love is about sitting with each other in the dark, not just chasing the light.

☆ pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

☆ rating ──── mature

☆ category ──── F/M

☆ word count ──── 2.6k

☆ date ──── Jan. 11, 2025

☆ warnings ──── 16+, established relationship, soft!Lando, mental health struggles, depression, suicidal ideation, mention of alcohol consumption and pills, emotional distress, vulnerability, guilt and healing, non-sexual nudity (bathtub scene, including tenderness and intimacy).

Please, proceed with caution and prioritize your well-being. If you or someone you know is struggling, these are some of the resources I personally used for years now & I think (and hope) that it might help you at some point:

☆ MENTAL HEALTH APPS

Calm

7 cups

BetterMe

☆ INSTAGRAM ACCOUNTS

idontmind

thefabstory (also an app)

getreformative (currently inactive, but great resources posted there)

talkspace

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THE APARTMENT IS too quiet tonight. A space that once felt like a sanctuary, now seems to close in on her, the walls pressing closer with each passing hour.

To anyone looking in, her life might appear perfectly ordinary, even enviable. She has a stable job that she loves, a couple of friends who care in their own way, and Lando. Lando, with his boundless energy, his boyish grin, and his unwavering ability to see the good in her even when she struggles to find it in herself. But beneath that polished surface, there’s a darkness she’s been hiding for as long as she can remember.

She’s not really sure when it happened, or what caused her to lose her spark. Most of the times, she thinks that she’s always been like this, but that can’t be right. Although, at this point in time, it went on long enough that she learned to wear masks and mimic people’s gestures. It’s exhausting, but it’s easier than explaining why some days she can barely drag herself out of bed, or why her mind feels like a storm she can’t escape.

Lately, the same storm has been relentless. Lando’s been away for weeks, hopping from one race to another, his life a whirlwind of fast cars, tons of people, and flashing cameras. She’s proud of him, of course, but his absence leaves a void she can’t seem to fill on her own, no matter how many phone calls they share.

She knows it’s not his responsibility to fix her, but without even knowing it, Lando does it every time he looks at her. In those moments, pieces of her heart are welded back together, giving her hope that one day, maybe, it will be whole again.

Of course, things aren’t that easy.

She’s always been a loner, someone who enjoys her own company more than the chaos of others. This is why she doesn’t go with Lando to all of his races. Over time, they’ve developed their own rhythm, and it only works when they both put in the effort to be together. However, she knows that he often works for both of them. She also knows that it’s not right to let him do this, but she doesn’t know how to stop.

But being alone isn’t the same as being lonely, and lately, the loneliness feels like it’s swallowing her whole. She tries to keep busy, to distract herself with work or a new book, but the dark thoughts always find her; a cycle she can’t break. They usually creep in at night when she’s most vulnerable, whispering lies she can’t ignore.

You’re a burden.

He’d be better off without you.

Everyone would be better off without you.

In spite of everything, she knows she’s lucky, though. She has a roof over her head, food on the table, and someone who loves her. And, somehow, knowing that only makes her feel worse. Most of the times, the guilt is suffocating — a heavy weight that presses down on her chest until she can’t breathe. She’s tried to push the thoughts away, to drown them in work or meaningless distractions. She tried to be grateful. But tonight, like many other nights before, they’ve won.

When Lando steps into the apartment, the soft click of the door is echoing in the stillness. It’s late — later than he’d hoped — and he assumes she’s already asleep, because he texted her hours ago to let her know he was on his way, but there had been no reply.

Dropping his bag quietly by the door, he toes off his sneakers and glances toward the dimly lit living room. The faint glow of the city skyline filters through the curtains, casting muted shadows across the floor. He moves carefully, not wanting to wake her, with a simple plan in mind: slip into bed, wrap his arms around his girlfriend, and fall asleep to the steady rhythm of her breathing.

But something feels off.

On his way to the bedroom, he spots the balcony door slightly ajar. A cool breeze sneaks through the crack, carrying with it the faint scent of something acrid. He pauses, his brow furrowing as he approaches the glass door.

That’s when he sees her.

She’s out on the balcony, her back to him, legs dangling dangerously over the edge. For a moment, he’s frozen in place, his mind struggling to process what he’s seeing. Then his gaze shifts, taking in the scene: some things are knocked over on the small table by the door, a small flacon of pills alongside a half-empty bottle of wine, and all the mess. The realization hits him like a physical blow, and his heart starts pounding in his chest.

But then, panic grips him as he slides the door open, stepping out onto the balcony. The sound startles her, and she turns her head slightly, her expression distant and unfocused. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and there’s an eerie calmness about her that chills him to the core.

“Hey, is everything okay?” asks Lando, his voice soft as he crouches beside her, careful not to make any sudden movements. “What… baby, what are you doing out here?”

She doesn’t answer immediately, her gaze drifting back to the city below. The silence stretches, each second feeling heavier than the previous one.

“Talk to me,” he pleads, his voice slightly cracking. His eyes dart back to the table, to the pill bottle and the wine, and he feels a surge of anger mixed with fear. “Is this—fuck. Did you take these?”

She shakes her head, a small smile curving in the corner of her mouth. “I’m so tired, love,” she whispers finally, her voice shaking over the hum of the city.

Her words hit him like a punch in the gut, and he’s suddenly aware of how fragile she looks, and how close she is to the edge. His hands shake as he reaches for her, gently gripping her arm. His heart beats so hard that he feels it throughout his body — his ribcage, in his throat, in the hand he tightens around her, to make sure he’s holding her with enough force.

“Okay. That’s okay,” he says, his tone soft but urgent. “Let’s go inside, yeah? I’m tired too, we can rest together. What do you say?”

“No… no, it’s not—” she tries to speak, but her brain is clouded by a mental fog, and everything around her moves too quickly for her to catch up.

“Come on, can you step back? Please. For me?”

His last question is what jolts her back to reality. For him? She would do anything for him. Lando knows that, and she soon realizes that he is using it to emotionally blackmail her. He always does that, and it annoys her.

She raises her head to look at him, her tired eyes meeting his, and for a moment, Lando thinks she’ll comply. But then, she pushes his hand away, a trace of betrayal crossing his face.

“No. It’s pretty out here,” she says, gazing down at the world that simply exists under her feet. The distance makes her stomach clench, knowing that all it takes it’s a small misstep for everything to end. Still, she doesn’t move an inch.

“I see that, love,” he agrees, “But I want to talk to you, and I can’t do that unless I make sure you’re safe. Did you… do this before?”

She nods slowly, refusing to look at him.

At that, Lando exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying to calm the storm in his chest. He knows her enough to know when to push and when to give her space, only this time around, he’s met with a weird combination of both. Luckily, his body decides what to do before his mind agrees to it and, cautiously, he climbs up to join her on the edge, his hands gripping the cold railing as his pulse pounds in his ears.

Her head snaps toward him, her expression instantly shifting, panic flashing in her eyes. “No, what are you doing?” she whispers, her voice cracking.

“I’m with you,” he murmurs, his voice tender, laced with fear he’s desperately trying to hide. “If you’re staying here, then so am I.”

She blinks, her lips parting as if to protest, but no words come. Instead, her gaze softens, the wine-induced haze in her eyes clearing. Slowly, she lets out a shaky breath and sits down on the narrow ledge, her hands gripping the edge. Lando follows her lead, sitting close but careful not to crowd her, his knee brushing hers. He hesitates for a moment before gently reaching for her hand, and he exhales relieved when her fingers close around his, grounding both of them.

They sit in silence for a moment, the distant city lights flickering around them.

“I’ve missed you a lot, you know?” he finally whispers, his voice barely audible, breaking the quiet. “I never… If something happens, I don’t want to have to miss you all the time—”

“Lando, I know,” she cuts him off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she continues, staring at their joined hands. Her voice is small, guilt creeping into her tone.

He nods, looking at her, “Whatever it is, you can tell me,” Lando says gently. “I know I’m away a lot, but if you need me, I’ll do anything.”

Her grip on his hand tightens slightly just as she turns to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry,” she repeats, tears pooling but not yet falling. “It’s not your fault, Lan. It’s me. I… don’t even know. There’s nothing wrong, but at the same time, nothing’s quite right, either.”

He shakes his head, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Don’t apologize for feeling. It just makes me think now, because I thought you trusted me,” says Lando, his words cutting through her like a knife through butter. “I trust you,” he adds, almost like pointing it out.

She knows he does, her mind instantly replaying the moments in her head, the times he’d come to her with his struggles. When a race didn’t go his way, and he doubted everything he’d worked so hard for. When social media was brutal, tearing him apart with words that left invisible scars. When he felt hated and couldn’t understand why. He always talked to her, shared his pain, his fears, his insecurities. He let her in, trusted her completely. And now, here she was, shutting him out when he was only trying to do the same for her.

“Don’t say that…” she starts, but her voice catches, and her breath hitches. “I’m trying.”

“I know, baby. I know,” Lando says gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Can we, please, just go inside?”

The tears she’s been holding back for too long finally slip free, carving hot, silent paths down her cheeks. She looks up at him, her lips trembling as she whispers, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

His expression softens, and without hesitation, he lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles, mostly to show her that she didn’t. The gesture is so simple yet so full of love that it sends a fresh wave of emotion crashing over her.

Lando doesn’t let go of her hand as he gently helps her to her feet, guiding her back inside the apartment. The night air clings to their skin, but it’s the quiet inside that feels even heavier. He doesn’t say much, just keeps her close, his touch steady and grounding as they make their way to the bathroom.

A little uncomfortable now, she leans against the doorframe, watching as Lando moves around, carefully. He runs the water, testing the temperature with his hand, adding just the right amount of bath salts from the container on the shelf. The pale lavender-scented steam begins to fill the space, creating a safe bubble for both of them.

When Lando finally looks back at her, his expression is warm and inviting, somehow hopeful. He steps closer, reaching out to gently cup her cheek, wiping away the tear stains that remain.

“You’re everything to me,” he says softly, his thumb brushing over her skin before his hands move to the hem of her hoodie.

She doesn’t protest as he carefully lifts it over her head, his touch tender, his eyes never leaving hers. For a moment, she stands there, feeling vulnerable under his gaze, but there’s nothing but love in his expression.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out to return the gesture, undoing the buttons on his shirt one by one. His eyes stay locked on hers, silently reassuring her, grounding her in the best way possible. By the time she pushes the fabric off his shoulders, the weight in her chest feels a little lighter.

They step into the bath together, the warm water enveloping them like a soothing embrace. She settles between his legs, her back against his chest, and his arms come around her instinctively. There’s no rush, no need for words. It’s just them, surrounded by the quiet hum of the water and the soft glow of the candles Lando had lit earlier.

He presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering for a moment before he rests his chin on her shoulder. “Promise you’ll talk to me next time?” he asks, his voice small but steady. “I know things won’t change overnight, I don’t expect them to. But I need to know you understand that I’m here for you. That I love you enough to listen, and feel everything with you.”

The words settle in her chest, heavy but necessary, like the first raindrops of a storm. For the first time in what feels like forever, she sees beyond the swirling chaos in her mind. The weight of his love and understanding wraps around her like the warmth of the water they’re sitting in. And then it hits her.

How life itself is the changing of seasons, a constant push and pull — a constant chaos. Sometimes, the sun will break through, lighting everything in gold. Other times, it will rain so hard she won’t see the way ahead. But Lando’s right. It will get better again. Then worse. And then better again. That’s the way it is for everyone. A relentless tide of ups and downs, joy and pain, hope and disappointments.

As she leans back into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, she realizes the most important thing: it isn’t always black or white. Sometimes, it’s a hazy gray — a space where the lines blur, where the answers aren’t clear, and the path you find yourself on feels impossibly difficult to navigate. But it’s in that in-between, in the murky middle, that having the right person beside you matters the most. Not to pull you into the light or demand you leave the shadows, but to sit with you in the dark, holding your hand, letting you know you’re not alone.

She swallows hard, her throat tight, but not from sadness this time. “I promise,” she finds the strength to whisper. Her breath catches, and she turns her head slightly to meet his gaze, tears still pooling in her eyes. “I know I don’t deserve you, but I—”

“You deserve everything, my love,” Lando assures her, his lips brushing her temple, before placing a tiny kiss there. “And I’ll make sure you get it.”

His definitive tone sends shivers down her spine.

She closes her eyes, feeling the water ripple softly around them, and holds on tighter, knowing that no matter what storms may come, the most important thing is that they won’t lose each other’s touch.

And that’s everything to her.

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[atthediscowithoutpanic]

How to Save a Life Chapter 1

Where you are an outside case manager and make frequent visits to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, and have a soft spot for a certain ER doctor. Does it blossom into something more?

Dr. Jack Abbott x reader

18+ minors do not engage

warnings: trauma discussed in the episodes of the Pitt, heavy mental health conversations, suicidal ideation conversations, smut eventually, slow burn. I will add more as they come.

I haven't written in a while, but this man has me in a chokehold! Sorry for the mistakes I'm getting the writing dust off.

0615

Opening your work laptop and logging in for the day to take a peek at your case load for the day. As a case manager, your job was to go into certain hospitals in your area and “intervene” about those psychiatric patients who continue to be readmitted frequently. Or be a frequent flyer, as most of the emergency departments call them. Most of the time, there was not much that could be done about the patients from your end, they required a different level of care, or they had an environmental factor you could not fix. Social services money was often sparse, which meant people were waiting years for the resources needed, whether that was housing, pharmacy assistance, utility bills, etc. Your days were tirelessly frustrating by this and made you often feel helpless, as there was not much you could do. But, you could be a kind face to patients and understanding while they were dealing with unimaginable life factors, helping them navigate those waters. Unfortunately, you saw your top priority for the day on your caseload as soon as you opened your computer program housing all your clients information, Mr. Krakozhia, had been readmitted back to the emergency department, and looking at the hospital census, it would be a long wait to get pushed up to the psychiatric floor. Quickly, you got dressed in a sweater and slacks and headed to your kitchen to make some food and coffee to go. As you were waiting on your coffee to brew, you quickly made a to do list of some other work and personal items you needed to complete, a text came through:

Jack: “ You know who is here again. Are you coming by?”

You: “Yeah, I’m headed that way.” 

Jack was Dr. Jack Abbott, one of the emergency room doctors at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. He was a rock at all times, and had become decent acquaintances throughout your visits to his ED the last couple of years. Thankful for his level head and somewhat understanding of your patients. Your coffee is finished, and poured it into a mug and ran out the door. 

0650-0710

After a short drive, you pulled into Pittsburgh Trauma and noticed what looked like a figure on top of the building on the roof. Immediately, you went racing into the building for Dana at the nurses' station because of course, she was here early like usual. “Well hi there, I figured we’d see your shining face today.” Dana leaned in to get a hug from you, and you stopped her short to be able to whisper in her ear. “You know someone is on the roof, Dana?” Pulling away she sighed hard, “Yeah, I know. I think Robby is headed that way, go after them and see if your help is needed, however, keep a distance.” Shrugging off your backpack, you headed toward the stairs.

0720

Quickly and quietly, you ascended the stairs, mind wandering about who was up on the roof, and racing. You’ve done crisis intervention countless times, but the adrenaline still gets going, and you still want to make sure you do not mess anything up. Slowly opening the door to the roof to peak at who’s up here. It’s Jack and Robby up here, with Jack on the edge, and you continue to watch just in case something starts to go sideways. Robby is more than capable for this, especially how long they’ve been friends, but know Jack’s PTSD can be very intense at times. They start towards the door, and you shut it quickly, going down a few stairs like you are heading up the stairs again, and you totally have not been watching. “ I know you have been watchin from the door, you don’t need to act like you weren’t” Robby states so casually. Ugh, ok it’s going to be one of those days, with passive-aggressive Robby, got it. “Robby, can I get a second with Dr. Abbott, please?” Dr. Robinavitch did not even say a word, just continued down the stairs and gave a thumbs up to you standing behind him. 

“I figured it was you up here if Dana would not tell me who was up here.” 

Dr. Abbott ran his hand through his greying hair, “ I worked on a veteran my age for three hours, and he still died and I was stuck telling his wife and young daughters that he wasn’t coming home.” 

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that. Get some food and some sleep, please. I am here if you need to talk through anything, always.” Gently you placed your hand on his shoulder to try to remphasize you knew he was capable to dealing with anything, but just needed an outlet sometimes.

He nodded and didn’t say anything, and you both went down the stairs silently. 

[scuorge10]

My job at this point is to be a Polites and Eurylochus defender because y’all will rationalize everything Odysseus does but refuse to see things through Polites or Eurylochus’ eyes.

While all of them are not innocent people because they just came from the Trojan War and are soldiers, y’all still refuse to see things Polites and Eurylochus’ way.

With Polites, Open Arms could have been a way to cope for him as much as it was to try and cheer Odysseus up. While you could say Polites is naive, I don’t see it that way. Polites has fought and has probably killed but in the song he says “aren’t you tired of the war and bloodshed?” Meaning he most likely has guilt of the things he’s done and wants to do better. Wants to be kinder, he thinks the world would be better if we stopped resorting to violence and instead talked things out or go about it a different way.

Y’all also seem to forget that he helps fight the cyclops, meaning that if his philosophy doesn’t work then he is ready to fight if he has to.

With Eurylochus, he is the second in command. He is the voice of the crew. I don’t think he opened that bag out of greed but more so out of distrust (and also a lot of people most likely wouldn’t stop bugging him about it). Because from the start he has shown to have some trust issues with Odysseus (known lier). And while he does bring up hunger a lot, I still think opening that bag was more so out of distrust than for treasure.

We can tell he has guilt over this. For he did accidentally just cause the death of a lot of them. We see that he keeps trying to apologize but Odysseus keeps talking over him.

With the men on Circe’s island debate I can see things in his perspective. He just lost these men to a powerful witch/goddess, anyone would be scared to face her if they don’t have the resources to deal with it, and it wasn’t the entire fleet it was just a few people Odysseus sent with him. And we know Circe is hard to beat because Hermes literally had to give Odysseus a magical plant in order to put them on the same footing. We see with Circe and in the animatic that she was about to kill him before Odysseus let down his guard. Eurylochus had a right to be fearful. Here Odysseus reassures Eurylochus that as their captain he will always come to aid them.

But, this new trust is broken once again when Odysseus sacrifices six men. This rightly sets Eurylochus off because their captain who fought to get them back just willingly sacrificed six of them and they didn’t even know what was about to happen. And so the mutiny begins.

When on the island I can understand Eurylochus because being lost at sea for years mixed with hunger is not a good thing. It makes you lose yourself and your need to eat something, anything, takes over. It didn’t matter in that moment if the cows were sacred, they were starving.

The thing with Eurylochus and Odysseus is that trust goes both ways. You can’t just tell someone to shut up and follow your orders without there being some serious backlash and we know and have seen that we can’t always count on Odysseus’ actions to save them (because his apology to Poseidon doesn’t work and he revealed his name to the cyclops).

[daeagon]

My Reactions to the Season Finale of TDofJ

Time for the SeaSON FINaLe

😮‍💨 I wasn’t planing on doing this, but here I am

How did Jackal escape the Boats? I love the car chase but you get up a boat one last ep

😭😭😭😭😭

WHY IS JACKAL HOMOPHOBIC?! How hurt you!! I’m sorry ok! Please stop killing gay men!

Something something Bianca signed up to help people and has been told to do whatever it takes and she does that to a T, but goes too far, people die and she is dealing with the guilt and consequences, she does what she has been conditioned to do, continue, she is/has lost her humanity for this job and for what?

Say that again? (I can’t find the gif, but you know it)

*scarsactic* wow! It’s almost like that’s how J was in the army and Bianca is a mirror, woah

‘I quit’ SLAYYY QUEENNN!!! You leave them!

but now who’s the reckless loner??? It was a self fulfilling prophecy! She has become the Jackal in her own way, also she has no resources now

IS THAT BRITISH FORUGN SECRETARY THE MOLE?! He’s sus! Also love the music

HE IS THE MOLE! ITS A CONSPIRACY!! ‘Your friends’ WHO?! So he’s leading this, but why? What do they gain?

also Bianca’s going rogue I just know it

I’m so confused! Could the friends be someone the Jakcal has killed? But he was with the people who wanted UDC dead? He’s such a good villain that chuckle!? ‘let her deal with him’ CHILLS CHILLS! I’m so scared for Bianca! This feels like a trap

OH SHIT KID NOOO! what kind of Dr. Strange car flip is that?

Wow, that poor car, poor Jackal!

‘I’d say it was a pleasure, but it was not’ I love her already! Slayyyyyy

She’s cutting the brother off!! 😮

he’s going to the police, he’s telling, he’s going villain I can feel it!

Oh shit, daddy issues, that was cold Nuria! Cold! Don’t do that

THE CAR JS ON FIRE ITS GOING TO EXPLODE GET OUT!

calling the police is not as reassuring as you think it is

THE KIND RANDOM MAN LIVED!! Yippie! You might have some humanity in you yet!

this man just goes around stealing cars and seducing people

Awww I love Bianca and her husband!

MIRRORS TO THIS BEING JACKALS LAST JOB!!! 👀

identity change time!!

I could analyze that, I could, but I won’t (that being J’s scream as he pushes the evidence over a ledge)

oh no, is this another J in the wilderness ep? Bc I hated that time in Hungary

HE PUT HIS WEDDING RING ON!! BLENDING OF HIS 2 LIVES YESSSSSS

Their suspicion! They’ve seen the image! (Which some other have pointed out but it doesn’t really look like him)

but it’s interesting that normal people are being so suspicious of others and thinking twice about helping them, people turning on each other (what comes to mind is Nazi Germany and people snitching on their neighbors) very interesting!

I love the family dynamic! I wish this way my family!

DONT ANSWER THE DOOR!!! OH NO ITS ISOBEL

She’s so awkward, why is the husband hitting the 🧍‍♂️

I love that old couple! Please don’t kill them 🙏

NOOOO!

‘This will all be over soon’ FORSHADOWI N HELLO??

(I forgot to keep adding oops)

‘for the ones who have died’ GURL SHUT THE HELL UP YOU DO NOT CARE ABOUT THEM!!

‘No’ YES!!! TELL THEM NO BIANCA!! I genuinely love a black woman telling someone in the government no!!

WHY ARE YOU GOING TOT HE BORDER WHEN YOUR RUNNING FROM THE POLICE?!

please don’t kill them! 🙏

don’t smoke kids! Remember that!

THEY REMIND HIM OF HIS PARENTS 😭😭😭WERE?!! Are they dead! Probably

DAMN! That’s cold, but understandable

HOLY SHIT! SHE STABBED HIM IN THA BACK LITERALLY

This poor man, he’s been in a car crash, stabbed, he’s going through it

HE JUST PULLED IT OUT! DONT DO THST!! It’s keeping blood in! If you pull it out you’ll start bleeding out!

oh he angy

HE WAS REGAINING HUMANITY/NOT BURRYING IT AND HE GRTS STABBED IN THE BACK

’why couldn’t you have just let it go’ (that’s Bianca’s fatale flaw)

HE LOOKED AWAY ANSBABSFHAND

I don’t know how to feel about these events

DOES HE SEE HIS PARENTS?!!!

He’s always surrounded by bodies, that’s so sad

then immediately cut to Bianca’s family

’one last thing’ I’ve heard this before

The way J calls Nuria ‘my love’ 💕 I love it

‘Are you ok?’

YOU CAN SEE THE BLOOD FROM THE OPEN STAB WOUND?!! (I’m getting the ick from the idea of a stab wound in the shoulder I feel like I can feel it ick, also bc I’m left handed the thought of getting stabbed in the left shoulder ewww)

Something something him hiding his pain (real)

THIS PHONE CALL FEELS LIKE A GOODBY

Oh no! I feel so bad for him! Get him his wife!!

WELL SHIT! Bianca is in Spain! OH NO SHES GOING TO KIDNAP NURIA NOOOOO!

it’s a trap, none knows but Isabel and Vince (he’s also done absolutely nothing this season, which is sad bc I love him! He has so much potential)

As a person I was watching this with said ‘that’s going to go boom/make a big boom’

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨BIRD ALERT 🚨 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

BIRD ALERT!!!

It was in-fact a big boom

He’s on a bus now???? What is with these jumps? First from a boat chase to a car? Then this???

love the music as always 👌 this soundtrack is amazing!

BIRD tour bus!!!! BIRD ALERT!!

And he’s free to go?? These police need to step it up! How much is your budget anyways? Bc it’s far too much in the US

I LOVE THIS DETECTIVE WOMAN!!! She’s so done

VINCE ACTUSLLY DOES SOMETHING YIPPIE!! I also love him

SHIT

SHE KNOWS HIS NAME

SHE FOUND HIM OH SHIT! Confrontation time!!

He just dropped a gun into a bin 😭 he’s going home!

And he wants his money!

WHOS THAT OTHER WHITE WOMAN WHO ARE YOU! I don’t like you, I think she’s going to sell him out or working with the British foreign secretary dude

Is the good woman who’s been helping J is she a middle man?

This feels fishy, I don’t like it

NO NO NOOOOOO THEY GOT NURIA NOO GET AWAY FROL HER

WE DO WHAT THE JACKAL WOULD DO WE WAIT?!? THE PARALLELS TO JACKALS MISSION IN AFGANSIST AND DAKNERJDJFJFBDHFHFBDB

Do not touch Nuria, don’t even think about it!

What? B are you ok?

Ohhh she’s going against instructions!

he’s so getting away

*cough* *cough*

DONT DISS THE FUCKING BUSCITS!

why is she packing?? IS SHE LEAVING? NOW

slayyyy queen!

I’m so confused, the American woman left the hotel, and the man went up, is there a bomb there or something? I’m so confused

THR CARTOON PLAYING WHAT??

(I actually finished the show and have been going back to put my thoughts, but I’m feeling numb)

NURIA LEFT!! PLEASE TALK PLEASE! Also Girl where are you going? Your husband is an expert in this HE WAS TOO LATE!! It’s so tragic

HE LEFT THE BAG HE LEFT EVERYTHING BEHIND FFOR HER BUT HE WAS TOO LATE

im killing myself /j

Someone kill me now (like J is about to d-)

The person I was watching this with ‘don’t try need a warrant? (To B&E) Their secret service agents they don’t need a warrant”

SHES GONE AND SHE TOOK THE KID 😭😭

Oh? Oh no! That warning is a little late but I knew I liked you!!

hes leaving too

OH NO THE BROTHERS THERE! 1 how did you get it? 2 how long has bro been there 😭 3 your dead

yup

also I love Jackals turtleneck/shirt, it’s very gender

There are mother things I could say but I won’t for everyone’s sake

THE RED LIGHT

ITS THE READ LIGHT FROM THE OPENING

he’s just holeing up in his secret lair

the reflection and that red light akakensjsnnsdjsndb

BIANCA HE HAS A FAMILY!!

THE CONTRANS

YESSS ITS THE SCEENE!

HE CAN SEE HER/KNOWS/ IS ONE STEP AHEAD AND SHE ONLY SEES HERSELF LOOKING ABCK AT HER AND HE SEES HER FACE/LOOKS AT HER FOR THE FIRST TIME ANDNFJSJD

Anyone who were in charge of this decision/set design/camera angle deserves all of the awards!! All of them! This show is genuinely breathtaking and so beautiful!!

SHES IN HIS REFLECTION BUT SMALLER OH THE SYMBOLISM AND COMMENTSRY OF THE WORKD

she sees her reflection and turns away oh it just writes itself

THE SEXY NECK CRACK SIR I AM BARKING

oh the things he could do to me

The alarm is just going to make it easier for J to move around the house bc you can’t hear anything over it

I love that he’s just like tf are they doing now

hey bitches

THE RED LIGHT

Vince is dead, welp. You were cool while you were alive (we all expected this)

another scene from the opening

remember that time B went on a mission to take out Norman? Clearly she doesn’t

it’s so quiet, the house is also so dead and empty, the moonlight makes it feel dead

THE HORROR MIVOE VIBES

ohhhh she called him Duggan

‘why do you’ skzndbnsdbdb

for some reason my brain keeps thinking of ‘why do you persist after all I have done’ from Arcane 😭

‘because I like to win’ is that is? This really is a personal grudge for her now, not for the people who have died? Not to bring a criminal to justice? Wow

she charges in thinking she is the cat but she is in his house and he is the cat

Last resort

’it doesn’t have to end this way’ ‘it does’ ACORDING TO WHO

AND THEN YOU SHOOT EHT

BIANCAS DEAD

WHAT NOOOO

NO

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THA

SHES NOT DEAD ( she is, I’ve already gone through this stage)

she’s dead

I genuinely feel numb, I loved Bianca! She made this show amazing! She was so fun! I loved her

all that for nothing

my current mood ^

AT LEASE BIANCA GOT TO SEE HIS FACE IG! She did win, but at what cost

this is so morbid, she’s really dead I can believe it but I don’t want to

WHAT ABOUT HER FAMILY!!!!

NURIA NOOOOOOOOO! Welp season 2 find your family

oh he angy.

Noooooooo this poor man, he’s so sad, the wet cat energy! HES CRYING

Please Nuria

Ok first of all get your suitcase/gun back, you’ll need it for season 2! I don’t make the rules the plot does

ANOTHER CAR CRACK WHAT THE HECK! Does this man ever get a break!!

you really need to focus on the roads damn

Who was that other car? BIANCA!! 🤡

OU NO ISABELLS IN CHARGE OH NO OSI WATCH OUT!!

Ohhh get her Osi!

Coveruppppp!

BIANCA KNEW IT WAS A TRAP SHE PLANNED FOR IT 🤡

S2 Osi vs Isabell but Osi is rebelling calling it now

THE PLANT!

that feels symbolic, but I don’t know how, was it all an act? ‘I killl everything’????

Osi working undercover to trance Bianca’s steps???

The music ohh?

where are they?

😳

legggsssss

I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES IN A WALMART PARKING LOT

THATS SO HOT

I’ll bring her home by 8 vs your daughter calls me daddy too 😭😭😭😭😭

I NEED HIM I NEED HIS GENDER I NEED HIM I NEED TO BE HIM

ONC CHANCE PLEASE! JUST ONE PLEASE

I AM GOING INSAME. IMM LOSING MY MIND

THAT FIT

*hyperventelates*

I am not ok

I think this had changed the trajectory of my life

I’m never getting over this

HE JSIT WALKED PAST 2 POLICE OFFICERS THETES A JOKE BROO

he’s so cunty

serving

he’s so free! And light and happy!!

WHAT IN THE GOOD OMENS THAT IS A CROWLEY LOOK OMAJDMDKDNDNNDDBDBDHDBDRBDBDDBBDDBFBDSHHS

IM SHAKING

are they besties?? Slayyyy

I actually love that idea!

I need them, I love their friendship

also yeah, how did you survive??

wait, how does she know? WAS SHE RESPOSIBLE? IS SHE GOING TO BETRY HIM

HE TOOK HIS SUNGLASSES OFF! HE TRUSTS HER YESSSSS

ohhhh they’re going after the people who hired them yessssss REVENTGE

her name is Zina cool (it’s so sad that I’ve only just remembered it)

FIND YOUR FAMILY AND GET REVENGE!

that is how you do an ending

I am going to loop that song into oblivion, I need that ending injected into my veins!

THE GENDER

Nuria fumbled so hard damn

this is genuinely such an amazing show, it was a journey

I am so ready for Season 2!!!

[novankenn]

Tenuous Partnership (15)

"Calm down a little and I will Glynda." Peter spoke not even flinching at Glynda revealing more of her monstrous form. Peter moved to Ozpin's bar and poured himself a drink.

"Now, a few questions before I proceed, with my explanation as to why I feel Jaune should be enrolled in the Slayer program." Peter sipped the amber liquid from the glass tumbler in his hand. "To the best of you knowledge who has sole jurisdiction over the Slayer program?"

"We both know that is you Peter." Ozpin replied.

"Now, as I have complete control of the Slayer program, does that mean I have the means to schedule classes and training times for the participants?"

"Yes it does." Glynda replied her form returning to a more human shape.

"So if I have control over who can enroll, where and when people train..."

"You can schedule Jaune and Pyrrha to different class and training times." Ozpin finished Peter's comment.

"Not only can I make it nearly impossible for them to cross paths, but with Pyrrha also in the Huntress program, I can dedicate further time to assisting Jaune."

"I can see the logic, but still the risks." Glynda offered.

"There will always be risks. regardless of choices made. What this choices does is minimize those risks, plus..."

"Plus?" Glynda asked.

"I have the resources that will allow Jaune to gain proficiency with all of his abilities. I can provide him with living targets, in the form of grimm." Peter finished his drink and set the tumbler down. "We are all concerned about Jaune's evolving abilities, but we all are also aware that the only way to gain control of such powers is to use them."

"So you'll provide him grimm to practice on." Glynda commented, "I can do that just by taking him out into..."

"And run the risk of coming across something you're unprepared for." Peter countered. "Under my tutelage he would be practicing in a controlled environment."

"He does have a point Glynda." Ozpin commented.

"I know he has a point, it doesn't mean I have to be comfortable with it." Glynda snapped. "I have conditions."

"Such as?" Peter asked.

"I attend any and all classes that have him face grimm. You are human... I am not."

"I agree. It's not like I can explain the intricacies of how to use a gaze attack." Peter admitted. "But I want you to agree that the training progresses at the pace I set."

"I agree, but if Jaune ends up over his head I will..."

"You won't have to." Peter cut her off. "The safety of my students is paramount. If trouble happens... I'll deal with it."

"Well I'm sold." Ozpin offered. "I can even extend out an offer for a substitute to cover your grimm studies classes if you feel you could use more time with Jaune."

"That would be helpful." Peter admitted.

"Then I'll make it happen."

"I have another request." Glynda spoke up. "I have spoken with Jasmine, and we both feel that having another family member here to help keep an eye on things would be beneficial."

"I agree." Peter nodded as he spoke. "There is only so much either of us can do, so having someone else who is in the know would be good."

"Who are you and Jasmine volunteering for this... duty?" Ozpin asked.

"Jaune's sister Saphron."

"A succubus." Peter spoke as he rolled his eyes.

"Yes she is a succubus, but she is also in a monogamous relationship. In fact she has just gotten married to a lovely and understanding young woman." Glynda countered.

"I would have preferred one of his other sisters." Peter commented, "Perhaps one of the twins. Lamia are much easier to accommodate, and share similarities with gorgons."

"It's going to be Saphron. Jeanne and Joan are a little too young yet to have full control over their forms."

"Pity." Peter muttered.

"I assume you are going to make the arrangements for Jaune's sister?" Ozpin asked.

"Yes. She will stay in my apartment with Jaune and myself."

"She can't stay in your room all the time. She'll go crazy." Peter spoke up. "She's going to need some job or something to fill her time when not helping with Jaune."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." Ozpin responded.

"She is a good cook. Maybe she can get a position as a line cook with the kitchen staff?" Glynda asked.

"That is possible, but again we'll deal with that when the time comes." Ozpin replied.

"Well unless there are any other considerations or questions, I need to get back to my accommodations." Peter informed his peers, "It's been a long day for all of us. We can use the rest."

Without any further words, the trio of educators, bid each other a good night with simple nods of their heads. Peter and Glynda said nothing as they shared the elevator down to the main floor.

/==/

Additional Chapters can be found by following this link; Utter & Complete Insanity (2)

[queen-scribbles]

Taking advantage of a bonus day off to meta about my spy son and his relationship with his Sith gf. :D

It was really interesting with Arkady's run through SoR and RotE, watching his opinion on Lana change. When I started the prelude stuff, I wasn't sure they were going to work, considering he's... not the biggest fan of the Sith. (refresher: he grew up on Ziost and watched a Sith kill his best friend as a teen for "mouthing off". [read: not groveling enough] There was no punishment or anything bc that's The Sith's Right as Superior Beings and he's always been quietly furious about that.) And he was suspicious of Lana at first. But much as I hate the "you're not like other [X]" trope, it does sort of apply here.

Lana is far more practical, level headed, and open minded than any other Sith he's met. And, more importantly, she doesn't act like she's superior simply for being Sith. She listens to his insight, acknowledges and even compliments his skill(and others'). And not in the flattering, hope-to-distract-you way Darth Arkous does; her praise is genuine. That she trusts him with her concerns says volumes to Arkday and goes a long way towards softening his opinion, as does her willingness to work with Theron from Depths of Manaan onward. She's cunning, subtle, and patient, and all those are things he admires.

There is, admittedly, a bit of a setback in his opinion after her "let Theron get captured" stunt on Rishi; the events of the Agent story have made him really sensitive to anything that resembles betrayal from within or not being able to trust your own team. He does insist she apologize, even if he can see her logic. Trust is paramount in something like this. Still, he can appreciate her ability to assess the situation, weigh risk/cost against benefits and make a call quickly in the field, even if he emphatically disagrees with that call.

She's invaluable, and picks up spycraft so quickly he's pretty sure she would have made an amazing operative if she didn't have the Force and get claimed by the Sith. In turn, he's not shy about telling her that. He thinks she's doing an impressive job with the limitations of not knowing who to trust, the lack of resources that includes, and the immensity of what they're facing. By the time they get to the end of Yavin 4 and the aftermath of fighting Revan/the Emperor's escape, he's a a big fan of This One Sith in particular, and has no problem with Marr putting her in charge of Sith Intelligence(even if he rankles at the general concept; he's gone free agent, this doesn't affect him xD). He is, in fact, effusive in his support of this, encouraging to her before they part, and quite saddened by the thought of how long it might be before their paths cross again(if ever). He likes her quite a bit.

In RotE, I was worried I was setting him up for no smooch bc he only took the flirts that seemed in character, and I know pub-side you have to take them all to get a Theron smooch. Lana is not so picky. xD Even if it wasn't Lana asking, he would have jumped to help seeing as Ziost is his home planet. (WHOOPS 😬) He didn't take the first flirt, no matter how glad he was to see her, bc it didn't feel right, under the circumstances. He gets the rundown on what's happening and her plan for dealing with it and backs her immediately. "If that's what you think we should do, we'll do it." He does think she's in over her head, but only bc the chaos unfolding on Ziost would be over anyone's head, even if they were standing on someone else's shoulders. Fortunately, since both he and Theron are here to help, that's three of them and maybe they can get one of their heads above water, so to speak.

It does, of course, only reinforce his general dislike of Sith as power-hungry tyrants(Lana and Marr being literally the only exceptions to this in his experience). He very deliberately doesn't say anything about the fact Theron had to modify the "pacification" weapon to be non-lethal(meaning it was lethal to start. :) The Sith were willing to kill their own people :) for expressing discontent. :)) Lana, do you see where he might have a problem?). There are bigger fish to fry. Like Vitiate.

Master Surro proved another ~Arkady Disapproves~ moment wrt Lana. Having had his mind played with and prodded, he's not inclined to let that happen to anyone, even if she is a Jedi. Lana, of course, thinks he and Theron are soft-hearted and irresponsible for not following what they could learn from this. Arkady doesn't think it will be worth it(who's to say there's any evidence of what Vitiate did or how he took/maintained control? You could break or kill her and gain nothing and she's been through enough.) [PS. He didn't say anything in KotFE ch 4 about Valkorion being in his head. This moment right here is why]

Even with that leaving a sour taste in his mouth, and the fact their big, last-gasp plan does not seem to have worked for more than ten seconds, he still admires her. She kept the Sith Emperor from taking over her mind, thought and acted decisively under extreme pressure(hot), worked well with other even with personal friction, and did the best she could with an impossible situation. When they fail, and Ziost is devoured (and he sure feels Some Kind of Way about that, even if he didn't have a lot of fond memories of home, it was home), Lana acknowledges the failure, figuratively dusts herself off, and thinks about what to do going forward.

It's very sexy, to him, the way she never seems daunted and presses on regardless. Of course he's not going to let her do it alone. Of course he's going to help. However she needs.

This method of helping is 100% fine with him. :3

I may do a separate post about their KotFE/ET era relationship (making it official etc) once he's further along than KotFE ch 5, but I will say: after the nightmares Arkady went through in carbonite, Lana's face being the first one he saw coming out of it was an immeasurable relief.

[batwynn]

Is there anything useful that could possibly fall under "constituent services" with anyone who represents you? Like, part of the job for senators and members of congress is to help people deal with federal agencies, and state legislators might be able to do something similar on a state level, or have access to resources you otherwise wouldn't, maybe at least for your house. Sorry, not trying to give advice--it's just a thought. I know some legislators are more helpful than others.

I’m…. Not really sure what they could do, considering they don’t give a single fuck. I mean, I’ve literally tried to appeal to them before when people were fucking over my veteran grandfather and he needed help with his house and they just told me I was talking to the wrong person and then two months later they helped facilitate a new roof for a different veteran who asked them for help. It’s literally about how good it looks for them, and not actually who’s in need. Additionally, I live in Susan Collin’s home town. (Yes. Home of the Concerned C*nt who’s ruined shit for everyone with her votes.) This part of Maine literally does not exist to most of Mainers, or if they do know about it they hate everyone here. If someone who lives here complains, we get told we shouldn’t have moved here or that we deserve it or that we’re all red neck MAGAs. Because being priced out of living literally anywhere else in this shit state was a choice.

Also, again, I don’t own this house. Technically no one owns the house because my friend, who owned the house, died and the house was not in her will yet. Her friend was supposed to help pass the house along to me, along with a sum of money to help fix it as we had planned to do so together, but hasn’t. At this point I don’t think she’s going to do it after these past few years of just straight up not communicating and acting annoyed/ignoring me when I needed something as simple as the home owner’s sign off to get a fucking heat source. (Literally. Not money. I was asking for a signature.) So, because I don’t own it, I can’t qualify for any of the home assistance programs that do stuff for people like insulation, hot water heaters, etc. And even if she suddenly decided to sign it over to me today, those programs just had their funding completely cut. Those programs are where a legislator would direct me to and nothing else.

I don’t mean to sound sharp about this, but I’m trying to be clear that when I said that I tried everything, I do mean I tried everything. I called everyone. I applied to everything. I cried I begged I pleaded. I don’t fucking matter to these people, and when I die they won’t have an ounce of guilt because it will all be my fault for not trying hard enough. It’s my fault for having been forced into living here by being homeless after being driven out of our last apartment by relentless harassment and abuse. It’s my fault for relying on a friend to help me with this and not somehow magically knowing she would die. It’s my fault for being disabled, but not considered disabled enough by the government to get assistance. It’s my fault for being poor my entire life, and never succeeding in pulling myself out of it by my nonexistent bootstraps. That’s how the people who have any power see it, and I am not going to be able to appeal to their better nature, yet again, when they don’t have any.

Again, I’m sorry for being blunt about this. I wish there was someone who could magically swoop in and save me like Eve did. I don’t think that’s going to happen twice, though, and I don’t think I’m worth the effort at this point. Thank you, though.

I don’t really want to talk about this anymore. As I said in my pinned post, I tried everything, I don’t want advice, and I really don’t want to talk about it anymore. Feel free to message me about thoughts and feelings and such, but no more advice like posts please.

[nellie-elizabeth]

Grey's Anatomy: Drop It Like It's Hot (21x08)

A funny time of year to be watching an episode about a heatwave! This episode had some real old-school Grey's vibes for me, in a way I really liked.

Cons:

If Owen cheats on Teddy with that random lady he was flirting with waiting for car repair, I am going to sue ABC lol. Please, enough already! Honestly I think Dr. Open Marriage should go ahead and seduce Teddy and Owen both, drag her husband into the mix, Maybe Teddy and Owen would calm the fuck down if they were having fun extramarital sex. Or even group sex, let's do this fucking thing. Instead we have this insufferable moment where Owen sees Dr. Beckman giving Teddy a comforting and innocent touch on the arm in the elevator, and he gets all weirded out. Yeesh, I'm so tired of them.

I feel like there's a weird disconnect with Yasuda leaving in this episode. Jules is devastated and acts like it's this big final thing, but like... is she moving away forever? When your co-worker and girlfriend stops being your co-worker, that doesn't mean she's going to vanish from your life in an instant. I wonder what we'll find out about Yasuda after the hiatus. Is she just quietly moving away in the gap between episodes, or will it be a slower phase-out, like maybe we hear about her still being around for a while and then she comes back to guest for one more episode when she does finally move away or something? I don't know. I just felt like the stakes of this being a goodbye episode for the character were a little murky.

I guess it's fine if Blue wants to make out with his amnesiac ex or whatever, but also if I'm being totally honest, I don't care and I'm already bored. If Lucas dies of a gunshot wound I vote for Simone and Kwan to grief bang about it, they have way better chemistry.

Pros:

I love a unifying disaster that the whole hospital is having to deal with: this week it's a heat wave, with the infrastructure here in the Pacific Northwest not equipped to deal with the unseasonably hot spring day. I do kind of wish someone had brought up that this is climate change's fault more directly, just because I think it's funny when the very basic political messaging of a show like this gets people riled up. But I liked how it was this constant struggle with the large number of people coming in and the resources being stretched too tight. There's never enough ice!

Teddy puts Ben in charge of handling the disaster preparedness aspect of things, but then shuts him down when he tries to keep the trauma bays open after Teddy thinks it's time to close them. I like thinking about what Ben's place is here in the hospital - he's diverted from helping with surgeries specifically because of his first responder training, but then overruled by Teddy for trying to do that aspect of the job, too. He's in a frustrating in-between which is his own doing for switching careers more than once, but it's interesting to see him try and navigate that.

While I had my complaints about this as Mika's final episode, I do think this was a great showcase performance from the actor. Her dead, blank face as she keeps telling Bailey "he's dying, it's not working, he's dying," transitioning to her begging and pleading and telling Bailey to take her instead... that was a masterful moment from the actress. And I thought her and Jules's love scene was so tender and beautiful. You know as you're watching it happen that this is a bad idea in the sense that Mika is in such a vulnerable place, but also you know how much these women care for each other, and it's a real comfort and moment of peace for them too. Jules really cares about her and really wants to be there for her no matter what she chooses. I also thought Bailey did such a lovely job of giving Mika the space to choose her own path. It was lovely how she affirmed that Mika knows herself best and didn't try and dig her heels in and convince her to stay. I understand that Jules is hurt by Bailey not fighting for Yasuda, but I think Bailey's in the right, here!

Winston slutting it up and having to deal with a patient whose mom he had a one night stand with is honestly very funny. Continually bitter about Winston and Maggie going up in flames the way they did, but I do kind of like this phase for his character. Like, get it, Winston. Honestly. But also I liked how he was able to be here for the mother whose daughter is in such a dangerous situation.

The classic-Grey's feeling is of course most clearly seen in Jo and Lucas getting caught up in a convenience store robbery. It's such ridiculous drama, with pregnant Jo bleeding and potentially losing the babies, and Lucas reflecting on the infamous story of his grandfather dying in an armed robbery... even Amelia mentions her dead family members in this episode before we get the dramatic irony of Lucas wrestling the robber for the gun in those final moments. A shot goes off, but the fates of the people involved are left unknowable until this show comes back in March! Place your bets now, is it Lucas or Jo? Is Jo going to miscarry those twins? Classic soap opera juiciness, I'm legitimately more invested in Lucas Adams than I've ever been, now that his life might be on the line. If he dies, then Amelia should get to sue ABC, too. Every man Amelia's related to has to be shot at some point, I suppose.

So yeah, this was a good episode! Sad to lose Mika, annoyed as always by Teddy and Owen, but... there was a lot of classic angst-y goodness here to chew on. I'll be glad to see the show come back in the spring, and until then I'll just have to wonder at Jo and Lucas's fates...

7.5/10

[spindle-girl]

Flare 2.3

Back at it fresh into some new horrors

There were things to be said about it, about the militaristic tilt of the group, the way the PRT and the Protectorate had broken in such a way that the Wardens had sprung up from one large chunk of the image, presentation and ideals.  Crystal’s parahuman miltary thing was crudely forged from another chunk of what the PRT had been: the PRT’s old laws, rules, and discipline.  A military-esque force without a government to serve or a hard and fast system of law to back it up.

i really can't see how this ends up with a better image than other groups all things considered

“This isn’t about powers,” she said.  “But I wouldn’t rule them out.  They helped and they may be part of this.  The key thing is that a lot of the building materials and resources we used to get started came from other worlds.”

this isn't a bad explanation by any means, but it does make out Scion's rampage across the multiverse as a little less impactful if the other worlds are happy and able to be providing assistance. is this one of those, Cauldron-in-the-background kind of deals?

“The two construction groups are collaborating, banding together, the areas rezoned, contracts reworked.  They say workers signed and agreed, and there are no longer ‘dibs’, as you put it.” “For something that matters as much as home and shelter, with that many employees, you’d think someone would have read the contract thoroughly enough to figure that out.”

oh these workers are def getting screwed over

“I know,” I said.  “I’m going to go get changed and see if I can find footwear.  If you have a minute, could you find any belts?”

FF Vic skin, limited edition

“South side of the building,” he said, pointing. “Stand on the dotted line, try not to stare down the crowd or antagonize them. Be gentle if they get rowdy.”

"try not to antagonize them" oh boy this is going to go well if that's the orders they're getting

“Just a design, not an emblem,” I said, turning my back to him to show him the rush job we’d managed with the heat-transferred image, my sweatshirt lightly singed in places.  It was a circle with lines intersecting it, almost like a sun, but with the lines running into the circle.  The image was offset, so the lines were shorter to the left and top of the image.  Crystal’s idea and design, and I’d had no objection.

is there any meaning behind the symbol i'm not getting or is it just a thing? i guess it goes with the rest of the arc titles, with it being a sun

“You happen to beat me to the scene, and then you use your secret identity, condescension and anti-parahuman shit to take me down a notch? And then you want a place on Advance Guard?”

i suppose Shortcut was the first hero the protagonist met, but it doesn't guarantee he'll get the Defiant treatment so he should really stop playing Armsmaster

It hit me like a blow to the head.  An image in my mind’s eye, a feeling, a sense of something greater.  Forgotten in the same instant it occurred.  I dropped out of the air, and I caught myself a moment later.  Crystal did much the same.

aw, no gold morning images?

End Notes:

the flirting was rough to get through listening to it while driving, ngl. nothing really standing out to me, but i know this doesn't turn out well for the people involved in the broken trigger. i'm guessing we'll get to Sam's friend later down the line when the Wardens mess up handling her situation

[roarrrgame]

Reasons why I chose the Redemption ending in Veilguard (part 1 role-playing reasons)

I see a lot of people who think the Trick or Fight ending, particularly the Trick ending is more satisfying, well of course beating a god is gonna be satisfying, and it’s a video game a lot of people just wanna the excitement and satisfaction. However as an rp nerd and a nerd in general, I believe the Redeem ending is the best choice, and here are my reason.

The biggest reason is that the other two endings do not fit my mage character. If she were a rogue or a warrior, then sure I think the other two endings would work, but as a mage I just don’t peg myself as someone who can physically overpower a god or is nimble enough to switch the daggers under his nose lol.

If there were no other way out of it, I’m definitely willing to try these two options, and with the help of adrenaline, I might be able to pull them off (my Rook does lift lol), however, as a mage with half a brain, I would obviously think, at that critical moment, it’s too much risk to try and pull something like that with a fucking god who can turn someone into stone with one gaze.

I would obviously think that, the more outside help the better, and another god, Mythal, would do a better job than me, canonically a nobody, someone who doesn’t even read (re the book club), who gets bored listening to Bellara explain Elven artefacts (I played a Veil Jumper Mage Elf once it was painful how Bellara knows everything I knew nothing).

It’s more in character for me a mage to be ultra prepared and gather every resource I can before the final moment, instead of improvising something on the fucking spot.

Besides, in the end my Rook finally figured out how to deal with Solas. The thing is he mirrors you. If you show your belly he would be a little more hesitant when he betrays you. So even if Mythal and co fail, Rook can always take the chance to try to stab him in the back while he’s all sad and distracted. But if you provoke him he’s more prone to strike, and my poor mortal Rook cannot take such strike.

My Rook is just a rando and she’s happy with it. She knows her limits, and she is not going to enter a pissing contest with Solas for who is the biggest trickster in the universe. She knows and embraces the fact that she and Solas are different, not only in that she’s mortal and he’s not, but also she has a choice to be kind and compassionate to her colleagues and enemies alike. She does not have to take vengeance on Solas just because he wronged her.

Also, Emmrich wanted Rook to try and talk him down, and Emmrich has never been wrong ;3

[slowmotionexcavation]

So this job. Is quite possibly the most complicated job I've ever had. The person I'll be temporarily replacing, who's still training me for now, is doing not only the work of an administrative assistant, but also accounting, human resources, and a bunch of other things besides. It's literally impossible to learn everything there is to know about the position before she goes on sick leave, so I'll have to do the best I can, and just hope for the best.

It's a good job. It pays well. I can't complain.

I'm on my own a lot since the men spend most of their days on construction sites, and I've got a lot of time off -- for now, because there are so many things I've not been trained for, and can't do right now. I'm afraid that if/when I know all I can possibly know about the job, that time off will disappear. But that's only fair game, I guess. No, it's quiet. It's nice. I like being alone and it's good training for whatever comes next, job-wise.

L., whom I'll be replacing, says she might come back to work part-time only, and asked whether I'd be interested in taking the remaining hours from her. I said I didn't know, it was too soon. I think I might like it. Of course, it depends on how much money I could possibly make, between benefits and part-time work.

I'm not really used to making money so this will be a nice change, for however long it does last. Three months? Six months? That's not clear yet. I'm going to use the money to get work clothes and shoes (ironic I know) and then I'll be saving. Always saving. Replenishing the savings accounts (plural) I depleted during unemployment.

Bf wants to buy a house a few years down the road. I said we can't, since neither of us has got a permanent contract or a high enough salary, so it's no use talking about it. But he keeps talking about it and saying we've got to make this happen. On the one hand I agree with him... on the other, I never really thought I'd own a house, ever. I always thought I'd be like that girl who made it when she was promoted to McDonald's manager in that one Dear Sugar column I cbf to look up again. I always thought the best I could hope for would be to grow old out of poverty. So I'm reconsidering and learning to change my point of view. Growing old with someone. Owning a house. Infiltrating the middle class.

Anyway, yes, I'm writing from work right now. It's a beautiful, blue-sky May day. I've been at this job for less than a month, only just got my first pay for the last four days of April. I couldn't tell my grandmother any of that, she died before I got the job. And although even before she died she kept thinking I had a job when I'd been looking for one for two plus years, because her mind was slowly going, it makes a difference that now I'll never be able to tell her anything anymore. I suppose it will take some time to wrap my head around the fact that I'm truly alone now.

My sister says we're alone together. But are we? We've never been close. I'm not even sure she's a good person, really. I'm alone with bf, maybe, but even after five years together I still can't help fearing that he'll turn on me one day, like other people have done in the past. I still won't leave the house without my own keys, phone and money, just in case he decides to lock me out, like other people have done in the past. Maybe if we got married things would be different, but will we ever? It's complicated. I want to. But although I'd only have three people I want to invite, it'd be a bit more complex on his side, which neither of us really wants to deal with at the moment. He's got serious family and they'd want to be there. Conflicting expectations of what a wedding should be. Maybe we should go with a civil union, at least as a first step, idk.

The point is, I feel cut off from my point of origin, which can only mean I'll be forever drifting now. Right? No, I know it's not quite like that. But it's hard, being on your own, or feeling like you are.

I'm doing my best, but it's hard. I've long ago resigned myself to not doing what I love(d) for a living. Now I've just got to get through the day, every day, for the rest of my life.

Bf says the meaning of life, for him, is love and music. He says for me it might be writing. Is it? I write so little these days. I've let go of the dream of "making it" one day as a writer. I've let go of everything that mattered to me when I was younger, because I had to survive, it was the only thing that mattered at the time. And it's still like that, even though I've got him now. Most days I feel too empty for writing, although it could also just be that I don't believe in myself enough. Either of those. The result is the same: I don't write much at all.

So this job. I think I'll probably make it and they'll probably keep me. And I'll be fine. But will life be fine? Will I be happy in the end? That I took the most conservative route because it was all I could manage to stay alive and drag myself to a job every day of the week? I'm not even sure what I meant to say when I started writing this post, but I'm glad some things did come out.

[secondhandbagofholding]

One of my greatest anxieties about being a would-be author is the state of the world of publishing. To be fair my knowledge of it is limited. I don't think it's a world you know much about unless you have already traveled to it by being published, if you are a native there as an editor or publisher, or if you are on the outside looking at brochures for the place hoping to one day board whatever train it is that can take you there so your ideas and manuscripts can become published works. The workings of the publishing industry aren't common knowledge to most people, most probably because why would it need to be? Authors author the books. Publishers publish the books. Readers read the books. Why should the reader need to know what's going on in the other parts of the process? Their part is simple; go to the library or the bookstore, acquire the book, and read it.

But as someone who is part of that last category, the reader, trying to enter into the first category, the author, the blind spot I have for how the second category does its job causes me a great deal of stress. And, to top it all off, reports are fairly constant now that the world of publishing is, like mostly every other industry, overrun now with the idea of cheap and forgettable products. Ursula K LeGuin, on her blog back in the 2010's once talked about publishing and why she wouldn't let certain parts of the industry get their hands on her books, or her, if she could help it. She equated, as many people I have read do, the way books are published at breakneck speed, with little substance and even less polish to how fast food and convenience food appeals to the masses. It's quick. It's cheap. It's forgettable. It might nourish you, but it's certainly not everything you need to survive. I might add, that cases where that is the only source of nourishment available are also deplorable, especially in a society where our resources are almost limitless if we weren't so focused on profit and growth only. Fast food is great sometimes, and can fill gaps when other more wholesome nourishment is lacking or unavailable, but eventually everyone needs something more. Eventually everyone has to have something more filling and healthful. For food, that can be a home-cooked meal or even simply a more balanced meal that provides more nutrients. Something that feeds your body, and in some cases, can expand your horizons. For books, its something that feeds your soul, that challenges you, and equally, something that expands your horizons. Unfortunately, publishing is often easier for "fast food" literature. It sells well, it sells a lot, and it doesn't take a lot of time and resources to publish. And for a lot of people, that's the primary source of literature they consume.

But what about the people who don't want to write "fast food" literature? What about the people who don't want to read "fast food" literature? What happens when the only source left is the fast and palatable? What happens when someone comes along with something new and exciting, but it's not as marketable so it simply fizzles to nothing. It loses the chance to expand horizons. It loses the chance to be the main course of someone's banquet of words, edged out by the fast food that's spoiled the reader's appetite.

The rise and risk of AI are a symptom of this problem. Low cost, low quality, fast turnover, fast production. Growth, growth, growth, growth, growth. And authors suffer because of it, but I think, probably more importantly, readers do as well. With nothing to expand our horizons and nourish our souls, our horizons and our souls atrophy. All because it makes publishers and shareholders money. The consumer, the reader, the eater, the artist, the author be damned.

Guillermo Del Toro I think put it well in a recent interview in London, speaking about generative AI:

“A.I. has demonstrated that it can do semi-compelling screensavers... The value of art is not how much it costs and how little effort it requires, it’s how much would you risk to be in its presence? How much would people pay for those screensavers? Are they gonna make them cry because they lost a son? A mother? Because they misspent their youth? Fuck no.”

Call me pompous, or prideful, or full of myself. Call me whatever you want, but I want to make art that requires risk. I want to make art that makes you challenge yourself and question yourself. I want to make art that has something to say and that makes you feel the entire spectrum of human emotion.

But I worry that I will lose that chance, unable to compete, as many chefs, painters, digital artists, and other types of creators around the world are unable to compete, by the rampant unchecked trend toward cheap, easy to consume, easy to produce junk.

[juniperberries-canisroot]

For the ask game: Vigilant and Nightingale. I was particularly interested in hearing about Chantilly Leice and Melka, but feel free to switch around to other characters if you prefer!

WHOOO YEAH I get to talk about Melka! I like their story cause it's somethin different than what I normally write. Vigilant will be under the cut.

Also ignore why the pics are blue, it was to help me find it easier in the massive sea that is my phone album roll. The letter was to also help me and the reader see each different letter is a different conversation.

Nightingale-If the player wasn't the DB, what would they be doing?

CL would be doing what she's trying to do now, put the DragonBorn legacy behind her, focus on her family (hubby, 3 adopted kids and her 3 dogs), keeping them safe and go about her typical business like DBH contracts, being the Listener, Nightingale and Guild Master, building connections for the Theives Guild and occasional jobs for the Companions and EETC. She does it all. She is also the Arch-Mage so she does the rare jobs for them like killing the anomalies or dealing with some rogue wacko wizard (based on cut content I found on UESP). She also does the occasional odd mercanary job for the Bard's College (I expanded upon it on her story and added a new NPC/someone who had a past with her). She takes up odd jobs as well as our player does in game. Currently her goal is to explore every Nordic ruin, every dank dungeon on both Skyrim and Solstheim. She dislikes the Dwemee ruins due to how loud they are (her Lycan senses amplify sounds).

Melka would be doing what they were before they found out they were the DragonBorn, mostly work for the Companions and helping Kodlak find a cure for the Beast Blood. Melka's story is that they aren't from Skyrim, they're from some other unnamed land where humans had to live underground cause above ground had too many dangerous monsters, along with dwindling resources. They eventually leave that place and travel around until finding Skyrim. They love the cold weather and eventually found themself in the company of the Companions. Most of the other ingame guilds aren't their jam nor do they have any interest in them. When Melka finds out some of the Circle are werewolves, they refuse the Blood. In Melka's land, 'transformation magic' is an evil corruptive magic that permanently turns the human it 'infected' into a monster after some time. It's given by a being of higher power (read, NOT a god, not Aedra or even Daedra), and at first it seems good. It gives the human strength, power, all the things they need to survive. But beings of higher power have no interest in bettering humans. The 'boon' uses the humans body as a host, and eventually the 'monster that was always inside claws its way out'. At that point the human isn't human anymore, it's a monster and must be killed like one. Skyrim challenges alot of Melka's previous opinions and views on various subjects, one being transformation magic, aka the Beast Blood. When Kodlak confides in Melka that he along with Vilkas and Farkas want a cure, somethin impossible where Melka is from, they offer their help in any way they can.

Vigilant-Do your characters follow any religion, deity, do any worship?

CL is very clear in that she does not worship any being, no Aedra, Daedric Princes, beings of higher power like Sithis, ect... However that doesn't change her situation. She is still the Listener, killing souls for Sithis, she's still a werewolf that chooses to keep the blood even after knowing there's a cure, she's still done favours and has various boons from Aedra and Daedric Princes like Mara, Dibella, Kyne, Sheogorath, Sanguine, Meridia and Hermaeus Mora. She's aware doing acts for them is still doing what they want, but she does it 'out of necessity'.

She will place no offerings at alters or shrines, she will not spread the word or teachings of someone, will not bear their symbol, doesn't invoke the name of someone for power, follows no religion, does no prayers. She also doesn't like Akatosh cause she hates being the DragonBorn, so she has a bone to pick with him.

Melka is from a land where there are no gods. Gods are simply faceless beings from a child's bedtime story, they were never real and still aren't. Even coming to Skyrim Melka still doesn't believe gods are real, and, you can't really blame them. Their world was ravaged by monsters, yet these gods of Skyrim have done things to help their followers? Where were the gods in Melka's land? What have the humans done to never be allowed help from these 'so called gods' of Skyrim, or Tamriel, or anywhere? Why did no gods look upon these humans, clearly struggling to survive, their population becoming increasingly low, near extinction levels and never offer them help or made themself known? So Melka is a bit spiteful against gods. For a while they don't believe in Daedric Princes either. But here's the thing about Daedric Princes, they actively make themself known to mortals. They wander among them in disguise, they speak to their followers, they show them their domain and give them power. Sure you could argue some Aedra do the same things, but they certainly don't do it on the same level as Daedric Princes.

Even when told about the Beast Blood, Melka thinks Hircine is nothing more than a being of higher power giving mortals transformation magic and corrupting them. Fighting feral savages doesn't help, it further proves to them the Beast Blood is a curse and that everyone who has it, Kodlak, Farkas and Vilkas included will all fall victim to it. One day they won't be able to turn back, they will be a monster forever.

[tapperisdapper]

Talking about Autism (and general advice)

How do I deal with criticism if I'm autistic?

How can someone with a disability fight in a war especially if they have autism, ADHD, language delays, etc?

Do you think you could shoot fast moving targets?

What can we do to improve employment for autistic people?

Have you thought taking up dog walking or newspaper delivery? What about mailman? (turned into a rant)

Why I don't write for sites that pay

Why I don't stream at the moment

You're not a failure for not having a job

How would most autistic people turn out if they lived during the 1800's?

How I feel about celebrities

What if you have a character who's dyspraxic which makes them kind of clumsy along with being oblivious to surroundings or social cues who knows martial arts would that make them useful or useless for fight scenes?

What would happen if an autistic character swapped bodies with a neurotypical?

How can 2 characters emotionally connect if their situations are different like one character lost their family and the other doesn't get along with them?

Do you see the relationship lasting if 2 people don't have anything in common or chemistry?

Is it possible for someone with severe autism to learn something productive? (slight crashout)

What if a character likes another character because they're nice but they kind of feel weird about it because nice people get taken advantage of, do things that wasn't considered nice, and thinking they're too bland?

Thoughts on Gunsmith Cats

About constantly messaging apologies

Do people ever dislike you for being annoying and repetitive and why do I feel like a bad person for it?

What if a character ran away from their parents for being overprotective along with saying they're going to be taken care of for the rest of their life constantly sheltering them from everything because they're disabled?

Is it unrealistic for the autistic character to be hooking up with someone they met online they end up committing crime such as theft along with doing adult things such as partying, drugs, and alcohol for the first time? The character is in their early 20's the reason she does this stuff because she gets treated like a child as people infantilize her a lot to the point where she tells them to fuck off. A lot of people have this idea that disabled people are very innocent that we can do no wrong.

I'm just worried about someone accusing me of stealing money if I worked retail or stealing their significant other because they didn't like me. Being autistic makes it easier for people put the blame on you.

Do you think a girl would be capable of climbing a building that high realistically? (sparked the funniest longest running bit on my page)

"Can women breath" bit so far (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Talking about anti-woke losers (Warhammer thing +more)

Doodpool spoof

How come domestic abuse isn't taken seriously when the woman is abusing the man?

Read the drivers handbook

How would being a sniper work for someone with autism and ADHD?

If you were an assassin how would you know if a client is trouble just in case you were walking into a trap? Its important for assassins to know how to read the room.

What would you do in a hostage situation especially if there's people involved and you're the one who has to pull the trigger on the hostage?

Would you call it infantilizing if your mom says you're going to need help for the rest of your life?

What would you say to autistic people who are at a disadvantage if they are low income, have no relatives or parents to live with, and no resources that could help them?

[nursingwriter]

¶ … job analysis for a health care organization. Some of the positions there include occupational therapists, physical therapists, masseuses, art therapists, and administrative personnel. Which approach, task-based job analysis and competency-based job analysis, would you use? Be sure to tell the advantages and disadvantages of the two kinds of analysis and justify your conclusions. Ideally, a human resource professional should be able to deploy two different types of job analysis when determining the most appropriate personnel to fill certain roles in a healthcare organization. A task-based job analysis may be deemed most appropriate for lower-level or entry level employment functions that require certain basic skills or tasks of employees. An administrative assistant with a wonderful rapport with people and a great character will be of little use to patients if he or she cannot use the necessary word processing software demanded by the job. For personnel who must deal with the patients, and the public on a regular basis, however, a different approach on the part of the human resource department of the organization is required. Of course, to be considered for their respective positions, prospective occupational therapists, physical therapists, therapeutic masseuses, and art therapists must possess the necessary certification under the law to be considered qualified. But what makes one art therapist better than another art therapist cannot be reduced to possessing a degree and certification alone, or even a proven track record at previous institutions. Therapy is more than a series of rote tasks. The individual must 'fit' the specific organization, and be able to deal with the type of patients the facility most commonly treats. Someone who has great skill working with autistic children might not possess the same finesse working with adults. Likewise, physical and occupational therapists must possess the necessary qualifications. But their previous experience in various subfields must be taken into consideration, as well as their ability to deal with the demographic of their patients and the hospital as a whole. Working with injured athletes may be difficult for someone more used to working with the elderly, and working in a large, urban hospital is different than working in a smaller and more intimate environment within a general practitioner's office. A competency job analysis focuses on the competency as a whole by breaking down a task into specific necessary areas needed to fulfill the position. A competency is broken down into a series of tasks "which share some general knowledge and skill," and if the candidate can only perform some of tasks he or she does not possess the competency (What is Competency Mapping and How Can it Help? 2001, What is JA?). For example, an art therapist who should be able to work with children and the elderly would not be rated as competent if he or she did not have the experience or the necessary coursework to do so, even if he or she was a certified therapist. The degree to which certain competencies were necessary for the health care facility, of course, would be open to debate before opening up the candidate search, but once the core competencies had been set, this would be used to narrow down the field of candidates. For higher-level occupations that have a series of components and facets, a competency-based analysis is more useful. For example, to ensure that the individual had rapport with patients served by the facility, one of the competencies might be defined as working in a hospital environment in a major urban location. While "competencies include knowledge, skills, and abilities, they "are more than that. There is a component of behavior, performance outcomes, motivation, and attitude included in the concept" (Senior Professional in Human Resources Exam Prep: Workforce Planning and Employment, 2007, Pearson Education). If either competency or task-based analysis must be selected for the entire organization, given the critical nature of the health providing personnel, the former should be selected over the latter. Furthermore, it could be argued that even the most basic administrative tasks will be successfully executed, if the 'right' people are found, who possess the certain core administrative competencies like organizational ability, even if they must be trained in some of the standard operating procedures of the office. Overall, "traditional or task-based job analysis focuses on the job and what is actually being done, whereas competency-based analysis focuses on the person and how the job outcomes are to be accomplished," which is why competency-based analysis has become more favored in the current occupational environment (Senior Professional in Human Resources Exam Prep: Workforce Planning and Employment, 2007, Pearson Education). All jobs require some training, and eventually, all jobs will require a certain amount of on-site retraining, but if the right person is found, this is usually not an obstacle. Flexibility and commitment is vital, and cannot be reduced to a task for most occupations. "Many organizations believe that the use of competencies is a more strategic approach and better aligns employee behavior with the organization's mission and values than do description of tasks and functions" (Senior Professional in Human Resources Exam Prep: Workforce Planning and Employment, 2007, Pearson Education). The only problem with the use of the less clearly defined, but more useful competency-based job search approach is that focusing on the "how" a job is performed and the person performing the job can be legally problematical, given that it can give rise to charges of discrimination law if not enough focus is put on what is done and instead is turned to a focus on the candidate's personality and ability to meet the tasks of the job. However, given the value of the competency-based approach, this should not necessarily be an obstacle to using this approach. However, job discrimination law must be kept in mind by human resource personnel when creating job descriptions, analysis, and embarking upon a job search. Works Cited Senior Professional in Human Resources Exam Prep: Workforce Planning and Employment." (2007). Pearson Education. Retrieved 16 Sept 2007. http://www.examcram2.com/articles/article.asp?p=438037&seqNum=6&rl=1 What is Competency Mapping and How Can it Help?" (2001).Institute for Job and Occupational Analysis: What is JA Website. Retrieved 16 Sept 2007. http://www.ijoa.org/WhatIsCM.html Read the full article

[loveyouenglish]

Collocation Words 50 Examples with Sentences

There’s a list of 50 advanced collocations with their meanings and examples: 1–10: Collocations with "Make" - Make a decision - Meaning: Decide something. - Example: She made a decision to move abroad. - Make progress - Meaning: Improve or move forward. - Example: He’s making progress in learning French. - Make an effort - Meaning: Try hard to do something. - Example: You should make an effort to arrive on time. - Make a mistake - Meaning: Do something wrong. - Example: We all make mistakes; it's okay. - Make a difference - Meaning: Have an important effect. - Example: Helping others can make a difference in their lives. - Make a promise - Meaning: Commit to doing something. - Example: He made a promise to never lie again. - Make a complaint - Meaning: Officially express dissatisfaction. - Example: You can make a complaint to the manager. - Make an impression - Meaning: Leave a strong effect on someone. - Example: Her speech made a great impression on everyone. - Make sense - Meaning: Be logical or understandable. - Example: This idea doesn’t make sense to me. - Make a suggestion - Meaning: Offer an idea or proposal. - Example: May I make a suggestion about this project? 11–20: Collocations with "Take" - Take responsibility - Meaning: Accept that you are in charge of something. - Example: She took responsibility for the team’s failure. - Take a risk - Meaning: Do something that might fail. - Example: Sometimes you need to take a risk to succeed. - Take action - Meaning: Do something to deal with a problem. - Example: It’s time to take action against climate change. - Take advantage of - Meaning: Use a situation for your benefit. - Example: Let’s take advantage of the sunny weather and go to the beach. - Take care of - Meaning: Look after something or someone. - Example: I’ll take care of your plants while you’re away. - Take a break - Meaning: Pause from work or activity. - Example: Let’s take a break and have some coffee. - Take part in - Meaning: Join or participate. - Example: She took part in the dance competition. - Take notes - Meaning: Write down important information. - Example: Please take notes during the lecture. - Take pride in - Meaning: Feel proud of something. - Example: He takes pride in his cooking skills. - Take it seriously - Meaning: Treat something as important. - Example: You need to take this job seriously. 21–30: Collocations with "Have" - Have a conversation - Meaning: Talk with someone. - Example: We had a long conversation about our future plans. - Have a good time - Meaning: Enjoy yourself. - Example: Did you have a good time at the party? - Have a problem - Meaning: Face a difficulty. - Example: I’m having a problem with my laptop. - Have an opportunity - Meaning: Get a chance. - Example: I had an opportunity to work abroad. - Have an impact on - Meaning: Affect something or someone. - Example: This decision will have a big impact on the economy. - Have a habit of - Meaning: Regularly do something. - Example: He has a habit of arriving late. - Have a laugh - Meaning: Enjoy a funny moment. - Example: We had a good laugh during the meeting. - Have second thoughts - Meaning: Doubt your earlier decision. - Example: I’m having second thoughts about this job offer. - Have access to - Meaning: Be able to use or enter something. - Example: Students have access to free online resources. - Have patience - Meaning: Stay calm when waiting or dealing with problems. - Example: You need to have patience with small children. 31–40: Collocations with "Do" - Do homework - Meaning: Complete schoolwork at home. - Example: He always does his homework after dinner. - Do a favor - Meaning: Help someone. - Example: Can you do me a favor and lend me your book? - Do your best - Meaning: Try as hard as you can. - Example: Just do your best in the exam. - Do research - Meaning: Investigate or study something. - Example: She’s doing research on renewable energy. - Do the dishes - Meaning: Wash the plates, glasses, etc. - Example: I’ll do the dishes after dinner. - Do damage - Meaning: Cause harm. - Example: The storm did a lot of damage to the houses. - Do business - Meaning: Engage in commerce or trade. - Example: We’ve been doing business with them for years. - Do well - Meaning: Perform successfully. - Example: She’s doing well in her new job. - Do harm - Meaning: Cause injury or problems. - Example: Smoking can do a lot of harm to your health. - Do a job - Meaning: Complete a task or work. - Example: He did a fantastic job on the presentation. 41–50: Miscellaneous Collocations - Break the ice - Meaning: Make people feel more comfortable. - Example: The host told a joke to break the ice. - Catch attention - Meaning: Make people notice you. - Example: Her colorful dress caught everyone’s attention. - Give advice - Meaning: Offer suggestions. - Example: My teacher gave me advice on my career. - Pay attention - Meaning: Focus on something. - Example: Please pay attention to the instructions. - Save time - Meaning: Use less time for something. - Example: Online shopping saves time. - Set a goal - Meaning: Decide on something you want to achieve. - Example: You should set a goal to exercise daily. - Keep a promise - Meaning: Do what you said you would do. - Example: Always keep your promises to others. - Lose control - Meaning: Be unable to manage something. - Example: He lost control of his emotions during the argument. - Reach an agreement - Meaning: Come to a mutual decision. - Example: After long talks, they reached an agreement. - Run a business - Meaning: Manage a company or shop. - Example: She runs a small bakery in the city. More collocations: Top 10 Collocations in English 100+ English Collocations to Sound More Fluent 100+ English Collocations to Sound More Fluent 30 Common English Collocations You Should Know Read the full article