#anyone with a phone is guaranteed to have one. you don’t have the no socials issue

[mars-ipan]

just realized how fucking weird zoomer flirting is. nobody asks you for your phone number

[goldenseresinretriever]

Snitches Get Stitches: Prologue

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, car accident, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, Snitches Get Stitches. It was originally posted in October-November 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

Series Masterlist // Next Chapter

Two weeks out from the end of your fellowship should have felt better. Fifteen years of work and you were so close to the finish line that you could taste it. You’d worked your ass off, topped your classes over and over, sacrificing every bit of your social life, sleep, and general welfare to guarantee that you’d have your choice of job once you came out the other end, and you had. That was at least until three months ago when everything came crashing down. A misunderstanding, a miscalculation, something that felt so far beyond your control and the past fifteen years had been swept out from under your feet. Now you refreshed your email in desperation instead of excitement. You were sitting on a dragon’s hoard of student loans and not a single job offer. The downside of being at one of the top fellowship programs in the country was ironically the same as the upside, they were extremely well-connected. As a result, you were basically blacklisted by every potential employer.

Anyone else would question how you did it, getting out of bed like nothing was wrong and going to your fellowship with a professional smile plastered on your face as if everything was right with the world and you’d be on your way to the first day of your dream job in just two short weeks. It turns out that delusion is highly motivating. You’d refresh your email every morning as if an offer was going to suddenly appear, then go about your day as if maybe this evening something would show. At least that’s how most days went. Today everything that could have gone wrong, had. Your alarm hadn’t gone off because your phone was dead, your charging cord seemingly having given up its last breath sometime over the last twenty-four hours. Then the hot water had been out, for the third time this month, so you were shivering like a drowned sewer rat as you hauled yourself into your car, running too late to make your tea.

Even the Anaheim sun couldn’t seem to warm you as you pulled onto the highway toward Los Angeles. Not even five minutes later a piercing chime sounded through the vehicle and your dismayed gaze fell on your gas light, shining bright since last night, when you had been far too exhausted to brave a seedy gas station in the dark, relegating it as a “tomorrow problem.” Tomorrow was here and you swore defeatedly as you made your way to the next exit, issuing irritated commands at your phone to find the nearest gas station. You swore your whole attention was on the road as you did your best to follow the monotone directions from your speakers as you pulled into the gas station when the motorcycle flashed across your field of vision, fast but not fast enough. You screamed as your brain caught up to the sight in front of you. You don’t remember putting the car into park in the middle of the entry to the gas station and vaulting out of the vehicle, burying your panic as you go into doctor mode, rushing to the aid of the driver sitting up on the asphalt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, sir are you alright? I’m a doctor.” You sputtered as he turned to look at you, a rueful smile on his face.

“Oh, no worries, Doc, I’m all good.” He scratched the back of his neck as he looked over to his motorcycle which lay abandoned a few feet away. “I need to remember I’m not twenty-five anymore.”

“Sir I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist that I check to see if you have a concussion.” You glanced around, searching for something. “Especially since you weren’t wearing a helmet.” You couldn’t help the annoyed purse of your lips. He chuckled, nodding as you squat down next to him, fiddling with your phone to turn on the flashlight.

“So, you’re a doctor, huh kid? What kind, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Sports medicine, and I mean yes I’m a doctor, I’ve graduated from medical school, but I’m still finishing up my fellowship so I’m not employed as one yet per se.” You sat back on your heels, satisfied that he really was alright. His eyes brightened at your words.

“Sports medicine? What sport are you working with?”

“I’ve worked with a bunch of different ones through my fellowship but my dream job is hockey.” If you ever got a job that was.

His face split into a huge grin. “You don’t say? When do you finish your fellowship?”

“Two weeks… why?” You suddenly remembered that this man was a total stranger as his questions became more specific. It was at that moment that your brain finally exited doctor mode that you realized that he was in fact not a total stranger, not really and you recognized exactly who was sitting on the concrete not even five feet from you. “Oh my fucking god, you’re Pete Mitchell.” The words tumbled out of your mouth in a rush before you could stop them. He barked out a laugh as he extended a dusty hand to you.

“The one and only.” You stared at his hand like you were wondering if it was safe to touch, which is ridiculous. You worked with star athletes for a living and you’ve never gotten star-struck. But that was within the four walls of your job, where you were completely and totally in doctor mode, not squatting in the driveway of a gas station. You shook your head, unsure of how long you’d left him hanging before taking his outstretched hand and shaking it, introducing yourself. “It feels ridiculous to ask, but are you an Anaheim fan?” He asked, flashing his signature grin. You flush, embarrassed.

“They’re my second favorite but my dad’s a ride-or-die.” Pete laughed at your brutal honesty. “But, I mean, everyone who’s everyone knows you.” You sputtered. “You have one of the longest records in the NHL. 26 years is a long time, and with three cups on top of that? You’re practically hockey royalty.” He smiled, seemingly amused with your floundering.

He stood then, helping you up with him. “Could I get your information?”

“Oh yeah, of course. I’m so sorry about your bike, is it good to drive?” You gave the abandoned motorcycle a worried look. “I’m sure my insurance can cover whatever repairs you need.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” He shook his head gently, laying a fatherly hand on your arm. “I actually wanted to offer you a job. Well, an interview, I’m not actually authorized to offer you a job, not my department.”

“I mean I did hit you with my car, WAIT WHAT?” The full effect of his words hit you like a truck. He laughed again.

“Sweetheart, I promise you I can take care of the damages,” giving you his best I’m a multimillionaire retired athlete look. “And as for the job? I’m serious. You’re clearly responsible, professional, good in a crisis, and the team I’m working with is looking for a physician. Unless of course you’re already committed to another job?”

“No! Uh, no, no I’m not.” Shame crept up your neck. “I really appreciate this, Mr. Mitchell.” You stammered as you fumbled for your wallet and produced a business card that you offered to him, doing your best to hold back the tears of gratefulness threatening to fill your eyes.

“It’s not a problem at all, Doc. I’ll be in touch, and please, call me Mav.” He handed you a piece of paper in return and you stared down to see his signature scrawled across it with a brief note Congratulations on such a talented daughter. - Pete “Maverick” Mitchell “Tell your dad I said hi.” He said with a wink before turning away from you to his motorcycle. You stood there, frozen in shock as he got the bike upright and drove away with a wave. The moment he was out of view, the tears escaped your eyes. You’d been desperate for someone to take a chance on you, but never in your wildest dreams would you have expected that person would be Pete fucking Mitchell.

[justanotherfanartist]

heeey guys little social help here? (poll at the end)

get ready for a rare real life lore dump (yippee) because I have a social scenario I’m not sure how to handle. this is your chance to have input on my life like some sort of rpg (if you’re into that kind of thing lmfao)

(I really really hate outing my age range like this but I feel like it might impact peoples choices so. just know I’m on the older end alright)

So, I went to this nearby jazz festival on Saturday. Basically, it’s an event that pulls a bunch of local highschools and their upper and lower level jazz bands together (I’m in my schools lower level group) to compete for awards and finalist placements and stuff like that (very fun very cool experience every time) and something that’s become a habit of mine is scanning each group for anyone interesting and it just happened that there was this guy from another school’s upper band that really stood out to me.

He is genuinely one of the prettiest guys I’ve ever laid eyes on, bro is GORGEOUS and also an amazing trombone player with super clean tone (and was part of a killer trombone soli) so naturally I’m pretty smitten. For real as soon as you start playing an instrument yourself “being good at an instrument” is immediately something added to your type which makes going to these things an interesting experience.

Anyways, I thought he was attractive enough to try and shoot my shot (I do this kinda thing every so often especially if I think I’ll get rejected just as a confidence booster. works like a charm btw) so I made up my mind that hey, we all stash our instruments in the same place, so after the finalists concert when everybody goes to grab their gear and pack up I’ll go up to him and ask him if he wants my number before we all have to leave for the night. Pretty non instrusive introduction that guarantees a short conversation and an excuse for him to leave if I happen to make him uncomfortable, that sort of thing. (I love planning out social interactions in my head before I have them)

(also this is fr the strat bc a) “hey do you want my number?” gives the person a choice and b) if they do say yes awkwardly in the moment but regret it they can always just decide not to text you; it puts the ball more in their court rather than you getting their number and texting them first, that sort of thing)

so that’s exactly what I did. I tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around, and the interaction went like this:

“Hey, you’re one of the trombone players from (insert local highschool’s upper band) right?”

“Yeah?”

“I was just wondering, would you want my phone number? :D”

“Oh, I’m actually not looking for anything right now.”

“Hey, no problem.”

“Thanks though. :)”

“Yeah ‘course!”

and then we split ways.

As of today I found their jazz group’s page on instagram (basically, I’m going around and following all the ones that I thought were really good, including his who placed first just ahead of my school’s upper band in second)(we were psyched btw cus their group is known for crushing everyone so being up there second only to them felt pretty good) and I realized he’s probably following them and I actually did manage to find his page, which is privated (oddly enough he happens to be followed by someone who I very loosely know) so it’s request to follow only.

My question is would it be weird to request to follow him? Based on my instagram page and what I have up he might not be able to recognize me but I’m guessing he’ll know it’s me just because of our interaction and the follow request, but I’m not sure if I’d be breaking a social boundary if I did that.

I don’t intend to hit on him or push him for romance or anything like that— I got a clear and polite “no thanks” and I’m not going to infringe on that full stop (boundaries are to be respected always). Blanket statement I think this guy is cool and an impressively good player, I’d legitimately want to see him perform again or possibly be friends (I’m starved for jazz friends) but I’m just reallllyyy worried it’s gonna come off as creepy or boundary breaking to request a follow so I’m not sure if I should or not.

(my logic is that he already rejected a request for communication so requesting to follow him is essentially doing the same thing again and might come off as creepy or pushing it and the last thing I want is to make this guy uncomfortable. on the other hand it could be seen as completely harmless or even flattering depending on the person but I’m really not sure.)

mutuals give me opinions bc I’m curious what you think (also I’d really appreciate it if you picked something other than maybe lmao or left me a comment of your thoughts or smthn like that. I may be overthinking this)

(asterisk is for extra info for the first poll option)

*regardless of your intentions, which he is unable to truly discern, but will probably assume is still romantic pursuit

[haee-elia]

spence-tober: day 6 - 1st grade teacher

pairing: 1st grade teacher!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which spencer discovers a woman in his classroom

word count: 1058

warnings: fluffiness, meet cute, matchmaking

spence-tober masterlist

When Spencer saw you, standing alone in his bright, colorful, classroom rifling through a few baskets containing some books, he was confused to say the least.

Who were you and what were you doing?

For a moment, Spencer wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t very good at social interaction with people his own age, that’s why he taught 1st graders. They were much easier to interact with in Spencer’s opinion. 

You didn’t look dangerous, dressed in simple light denim jeans with a t-shirt with a cute cartoon dinosaur tucked into the waist. Your hair was pulled back into a high messy bun. 

But then again, Spencer knew it was to be better safe than sorry regarding anyone, especially a stranger, in a school classroom. 

He didn’t need to make a decision on what to do or say, because before he could confront you, you turned around.

“Oh!” You said, turning around and finally noticing the man in the doorway. Spencer, even from across the room, clocked the approved visitors sticky badge on the front of your shirt. Your name was on it too.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were standing there.” You said to him, with a small smile on your face. You stopped flipping through the books standing in the baskets on the storage dresser they were placed on. Spencer still stood there awkwardly.

“Are you Mr. Reid?” You ask.

Spencer nods, “Yes,” He finally manages to say, “I am.”

You give him your name, “Ms. JJ sent me over here.” You explain, “I’m a guest reader today and she said you must have checked out the book last. She had to take the class to lunch, but told me to check in here for the book.”

Spencer gains the courage to walk over to where you are in the room, “Oh, that explains it.” He chuckles a bit, hoping it comes across genuine. “Um, what book are you looking for?”

“If You Give A Mouse A Cookie.” You answer. 

Spencer takes over your own search for the book and opens a few storage bins that are tucked off underneath a table, “Good choice in book.” He gives you a smile.

You brush a piece of your loose hair behind your ear, “Thanks. It was one of my favorite books growing up. I’m not really good at reading out loud, so I hoped with a familiar book it would be easier.”

“Ah, ha!” Spencer exclaims as he spots the familiar cover at the bottom of a book pile. He carefully grabs the book and shifts it off the bottom and then hands it to you. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” You respond, a smile still on your face.

“So,” Spencer clears his throat a tiny bit, “How’d you come to be a guest reader if you don’t like reading out loud?” He asks curiously.

You pull out your phone and show him your lock screen. It’s you, another woman, and a little boy at a playground. “My godson.”

“My best friend and her son recently moved here and he was nervous about starting at a new school and I offered to come read to his class and help him acclimate.”

Spencer grins, “That’s really nice of you to do. I’m sure he’s really excited to have you in his class today.”

“Would not shut up about it.” You confirm jokingly. You both laugh a little.

“He has Ms. JJ?” Spencer asks.

You nod your head.

“He’ll be just fine in his new class. She’s a great teacher and a friend of mine. He’s in great hands.” Spencer assures you.

“That’s great to hear,” You admit, “His mom’s pretty worried about him making new friends here. He’s a bit of a shy kid for a 2nd grader.”

“JJ’s really good at pairing up kids. She has a knack for it. I guarantee you by the end of the week, he’ll be telling you about his new best friend.” Spencer tells you.

“Well,” You say, looking at the fun clock on the wall, “I kinda need to get going before the kids get back from lunch.”

“Right,” Spencer says, also checking the time. It was almost time for him to collect his own class from recess. “I’ll walk you to her room.” He offers. The room was just two doors down the hall, but it seemed like the right thing to say. 

When you both arrived at your destination in just a short walk, you faced Spencer. 

“Thank you, Mr. Reid. For the book and the assurance.” You affirm.

Spencer offers his hand out for a shake, you take it. “Please, call me Spencer.”

A little while later, Spencer is sitting in his chair at his desk. His students are on their respective pillows and blankets on the floor for nap time and he scans the room to make sure all of the kids are sleeping or at least staying quiet. 

Then something at the door catches his eye, it was you, once again. 

Spencer quietly stands up from his chair and ventures out, carefully closing the door behind him and meeting you in the hallway.

“Hey,” You greet, “Sorry, I didn’t want to knock because I saw your class it asleep. I just wanted to return the book.” You offer the book out in hand.

Spencer takes it, “Thanks for returning it. I could have just gotten it from JJ later. How’d your guest read go?” He asks.

You grin widely, “I actually enjoyed it a lot. And you were right. Before I left, my godson came up to me and told me he made a new friend already. It seems he doesn’t need my help anymore.” 

“Well, if you ever wanted to come read again to a class, my door’s always open.” Spencer offers.

You blush a little bit, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for the book, Spencer. I’ll let you get back to your class.”

Spencer waves you bye as you walk down the hallway towards the front entrance of the school and blushes himself when you turn to see if he’s still there. 

As he turns back to his own door, he sees JJ peeking her head out of her classroom. When she notices that she was caught spying, she ducks back into the room.

Spencer smiles to himself. 

Maybe JJ is a matchmaker.

a/n: i'm not very happy with this one. i like the concept and the idea, but my writing is extremely stiff...

[sarahblueskyyyy]

Night

Dewdrop x Rain, fluff, romance, friendship, etc.

It’s not really a rocket science to figure out Dewdrop’s emotions, really. ["I can't sleep."] Well. Mountain, Phantom, and Swiss are not really surprised.

It’s not really a rocket science to figure out Dewdrop’s emotions. Most of the times, anything he feels or thinks are easily seen through his expression. Crystal clear—even the siblings of sin have no difficulty guessing his train of thoughts.

Funnily enough—he doesn’t recognize that aspect of his. He doesn’t think he show that much of a reaction when he’s faced with something. And a lot of times he doesn’t even realize why he feels the way he does.

That’s why, Phantom, Swiss, and Mountain are not surprised when Dewdrop barges into their room, all frowned and seems in a bad mood.

The three ghouls are throwing looks at each other.

“I can’t sleep,” Dewdrop kindly provides the explanation before anyone could ask. He closes the door behind him.

Obviously, Phantom thinks to himself. But he tries his best to not show his smile. He’s sitting on the swivel chair, leans his chest against the backrest cushion. While he’s continuing his game, fingers swiping all across his phone’s screen, he humours Dewdrop by asking a question with faux innocence, “I think it has to do with the caffeine you consumed.”

Dewdrop rolls his red orbs, gets closer to Mountain who’s sitting on the bed and lying down on the Earth Ghoul’s thighs. Instantly, the gentle giant brings his fingers to brush over the platinum strands out of Dewdrop’s face.

“I’ve always been fine drinking it,” Dewdrop says defensively. “Besides, it doesn’t do much to our metabolism.”

“Right,” Swiss chirped. He’s tuning his acoustic guitar. “Maybe you ate something wrong?”

Dewdrop shakes his head in frustration. “As I said—I don’t think it’s something I ingested.”

Mountain smiles softly. His green eyes are glinting dimly. “Maybe we should call Rain?”

“What? Why? He’s busy,” Dewdrop sighs and closes his eyes. “He’s still in the practice room with Papa and the others.”

Phantom chuckles. “Okay, then. Want to try some method to make you fall asleep?”

“…. Huh. Do things like that work?”

“Well, we don’t know until we try.” Swiss puts his guitar back into the case. “So, what are our options?"

“Oh, right.” Phantom switches the game application to a social media platform. “Okay, so—according to this video—there are several ways to fall asleep easily. Guaranteed, it says.”

Dewdrop feels like this is a trickery or some sort, but—he sighs and asks, “Okay, what is it?”

“Drink warm milk.”

Dewdrops gives his middle finger to the youngest ghoul. “‘M not a toddler.”

“Hey! Milk contains tryptophan which is an amino acid that can help make you feel sleepy."

Mountain laughs when he sees Dewdrops knits his eyebrows. “Okay, let’s try the other alternatives.”

Phantom let his thumb scrolling on the screen. “Listen to ASMR and try to empty your mind.”

Okay, that one is worth the try. Swiss turns off the light and Phantom plays a raining ASMR. Dewdrop, still rests his head on Mountain, can hear the faint, gentle, lullaby-like sound of raining. It’s as if there is a real rain outside the building and its spatters are being muffled by the walls. It sounds calming.

Dewdrops wants to relax the working mind of his—he really does. But it keeps wandering around, like a kid jumping on one place to another. First, he’s imagining his own, comforting room. Inside his head, Rain is showing up, lying on his own bed. He remembers the way he scooted over on Rain and the ghoul once complained—saying something like, “You go to your own bed, Dew!”

But of course, Dewdrop never one of following orders. He knows Rain will surrender and let him annoy him, squeezes the blue-eyed ghoul with all his might. At the end, Rain will scoff but never shoo him away.

Wait, this is not helping him at all.

Dewdrop fusses, “I still can’t sleep.”

Swiss boos. “And here we are trying to be as quiet as a rock.”

The Fire Ghoul hisses.

“Okay, how about breathing exercise?” Phantom suggests another trick. “Slowly inhale and counting to 4, hold your breath for 7 seconds, and exhale through your mouth for 8 seconds.”

“Why do I need to breath manually?”

Mountain grins and ruffles Dewdrop’s hair.

Swiss rolls his eyes. “Do you want to sleep or not?”

Dewdrop does as he told. He takes a deep breath for a solid 4 seconds, then hold it, let the air sits on his lungs, before he finally breathes out. He repeats this, hoping he’d fall asleep. But, seriously—why is it so damn hard? He never had this problem before.

Well, it’s not like he’s always have a perfect slumber every day. There are some times where he tosses around for a while. But it was never this severe. It’s like no matter what he’s doing, the whole universe and every cell of his body are collaborating; alerting his nerves, as if telling him that he can’t fall asleep yet.

What did he do when he can’t sleep before, anyway? Went to Rain? Then—what?

Dewdrop opens his eyes once more. “Swiss, can you hug me?”

Swiss squints and then nods. “Sure.”

He crawls up to the bed, snatches a pillow, and put it on Mountain’s thighs. The drummer simple question is ignored, “Can we not do this on my legs?"

Phantom chuckles. The big man is going to have a muscle cramp.

Swiss sighs tenderly before wrapping his arms around Dewdrops. He gives him a light, but firm squeeze.

Dewdrop frowns. Amongst the others, Swiss’ figure is the most similar with Rain’s. Swiss has this comforting fragrance, like a mixture of mild soap and ocean.  But somehow—this doesn’t feel right. It feels weird. It’s like pushing a piece of a puzzle in a wrong spot. It works somehow, the whole picture is finished, but—there will be a small, micro gap, and it just feels … incomplete.

“Okay, off you go,” Dewdrop says in irritation—a tone he directs mostly towards himself. “I want to go back to my own room.”

Swiss nods and letting Dewdrop go. 

Dewdrop lifts his head, gets up, and ready to leave the room. But before he does that, he turns his head first to the others, and says genuinely, “Thanks anyway.”

Some replies are echoing throughout the room and Dewdrops goes out from there.

.

The moment he opens that door, Dewdrop is greeted by Rain’s blue, sky-coloured eyes. The Water Ghoul just taken a bath—Dewdrop can see the towel still anchored to his head.

Rain smiles, sitting on the side of his bed. “Oh, welcome back. Swiss said you were hanging out in their room?”

Dewdrop doesn’t answer. Instead, he shuts the door, and walking towards Rain. His strides are fast, but not rushing. Then, Dewdrop plunks himself to Rain, makes Rain swaying and fall backwards; head bumps to the pillow.

“Hm-mn?” Rain’s fingers are slipped between the filaments of Dewdrop’s hair. “What’s wrong?”

Dewdrop’s body is relaxing, letting all his limbs sags and rests. He could feel gravitation is pulling him softly, drags him to the world of dreams, as if it’s doing a rock-a-bye to him. Dewdrop smells a petrichor—and it’s lulling him away.

“Sleepy,” Dewdrop answers, half-asleep. His eyelids feel ridiculously heavy.

“Why didn’t you sleep first?” Rain looks at his phone. Exactly midnight. “Papa, Cirrus, and I were discussing new choreography.”

The question is not answered. When Rain takes off his attention from the phone—he snickers seeing Dewdrop is already falling asleep. Rhythmic breath, un-knitted eyebrows. Dewdrops sure looks peaceful when he’s not awake or throwing fits.

Despite Dewdrop puts all his weight on Rain, Rain tries to get up a little; bring his lips and kiss The Fire Ghoul’s forehead. Then, Rain picks up the towel on top of his head and flings it to wherever it may land.

“Goodnight, Dew.”

.

.

.

Is he asleep?

Yeah? The minute he flops down on the bed.

What, why? He couldn't sleep??

Nah, nothing. You get rest.

Swiss looks up at his phone and scoffs. Then, he places the electronic on the top of his nightstand. He turns over his body and hugs Phantom—who’s already snoring faintly.

[paper-bag-with-holes]

The End.

I don’t like to whine in public because it doesn’t bring joy around in a dark enough world, but I’ve had so much on the heart that I need to get it out of my system. I’ve been working on my comic Trifolium for 2 years now, and am reaching the end. Usually ending a webcomic means being freed and is something to be celebrated, but not this time. For my previous comics, I’ve known the joy of sharing this experience with readers who were excited to see the conclusion but were also a bit sad to know it was ending. It was the end of a journey we shared together. But for Trifolium, it isn’t. There is no one to be excited about the conclusion, to share the end of the adventure with. No one has been reading this comic after all (except for a few of my close friends). I have noticed it quickly, no one commented on the updates (except for my friends), no reaction on the illustrations because they didn’t know the characters, had no interest in them. I continued until I finished Chapter 4 and Interlude 5, after that I gave up on sharing my comic because I knew that no one was interested in reading it. I continued to draw it thanks to my friends’ support, but considered it something I was doing only for myself, so I needn’t upload it online. And for months, still no one was reading my comic, so I never bothered translating the text of the last chapters in english. Why should I waste time on this if no one is gonna read it? But then, as I am arriving at the end, working on the extra comic pages, I realized that the end of this comic also means its death. You know how nowadays, on social networks, a drawing has a lifespan of 24h. It might not be true for everyone, but for me it pretty much is. After 24h, the number of likes/retweets doesn’t change anymore, which means that no one is seeing it after that. The followers who have missed it have their timeline filled with other contents, the others will never cross the drawing through a retweet ever again. For my comic, the thing is people will know it exists as long as I post updates of the process (when I’m done with the sketching, inking, illustration) and maybe feel like reading it, but once it’s completed and I no longer draw and post anything for it, people will forget about it. And no one else will get the chance to find it and read it. It will be as good as dead. With the amount of new media coming out everyday, no one will dig in the site of a non-popular nobody a mere unknown webcomic that no one has ever recommended. So I asked on Twitter and Tumblr why my followers (people who supposedly like my art?) didn’t read my comic, with the hope that it might be something I could fix (like the not-phone-friendly format ? but in the end, that wasn’t mentionned as a problem…). Worse… I got people saying my comic is good, so the problem doesn’t come from it… Then WHY has no one been interested in reading it? If you tell me it’s good but no one is interested in reading it, it only got me more frustrated. I’d have prefered they say that the story is bad, at least I’d have understood why no one wants to read it. To me, it means that it wasn’t interesting enough to make people want to read it. I must be at fault in some way, because you can’t just say I had NO LUCK ??? Most replies were saying that they wanted to read it later, when they have time or stop forgetting. It’s not that I don’t believe them when they say this, but deep down, you know very well that you will forget again (because I do). And once I stop posting about it,  I’m pretty sure they’ll never think about it ever again. And if they do, will they really feel like reading a webcomic made by an amateur? When reading a published comic would at least guarantee some quality and possibly be less of a waste of time, in an era in which we don’t get much free time and have so much to read, watch or play.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not blaming anyone in particular, since “no one reading” means that it’s the sum of the personal reasons of “everyone” for not feeling like reading it. I think it’s not anyone’s fault, many friends I’ve been crying to just told me that’s how the internet is now. It can’t be helped. It’s not 2012 anymore, it was probably a mistake to not think about it. But can’t I also have the right to be sad about it for all the reasons I’ve written above? I’ve spent 2 years on a project that is just going to die literally. That’d why, the end of this comic is particularly painful, to the point of crying a few nights and days. This journey has been very lonely. And if by miracle, anyone comes across my comic and finds it interesting enough to read it, they’ll most likely not comment on it or take the time to write me a message if they enjoyed it. It’s an era in which there is so much “contents” that we just merely have the time to move to the next one. It feels like the artist behind it no longer matters (especially on sites like webtoon, where the readers would call me “author”…) and is only a machine. I guess drawing webcomics is over for me. I had planned a new project, but I think it’ll be wiser not to do it. I’m thinking of using the free time I’m getting back to find a sport I like, there are 20 kg I’d love to lose. 

[anthonybialy]

Statist of Confusion

Poor confused leftists can’t figure out why this rotten universe rejects their dreams.  Wait: I don’t feel bad for them.  Their awful notions have ruined our world in reality, so they can cram it with worthless bills.  Uplifting notions don’t even work in theory when experiments are conducted by poets who never rhyme.  Free verse gets costly.

We are only poor financially and philosophically, so finances are swell otherwise.  The allegedly downtrodden took charge and really tread everywhere.  The delusional are pitiful without being pitied.

Professional victims are desperate to feel they’re opposing oppression means they can never announce things are okay.  Ruining everything is how warriors who condemn toxic male behavior maintain truth.  They just need to ladle on more of their gentle policies, which is presumably why they exceed power boundaries to spread misery.

Acting like tyrants while claiming to be democracy’s sole defenders is for the benefit of those struggling.  Politicians getting rich off making everyone poor claim everyone but them is in life for selfish reasons.

Israel is where the good guys reside, in case anyone’s confused.  That rather obvious conclusion is startlingly resisted by fans of the oppressed who tacitly cheer for slaughter.  Fighting back against terrorists is treated as terrorism by the usual inverters of perception.  A bold and brave stance against an imagined genocide to prevent an actual one surely isn’t overcompensation for getting World War III wrong.  The only thing worse than obvious moral preening is doing so on behalf of the side that spurred conflict by attacking people listening to music.

The side of the line that struggles to get water to run uncannily blames its successful neighbor.  They didn’t connect their hose to your faucet.  The hometown of Hamas might just be a primitive society by virtue of choosing terror over trade.  Enemies of free markets and people aren’t assigned rottenness any more than they’re oppressed by those who lucked into working plumbing.

Liberals are for the poor, which is why they create so many of them.  Viewing life as a struggle while making it so would almost seem like a trick were it not responsible for causing untold devastation.  Claiming life shouldn’t revolve around money is a popular smug boast amongst those who ensure the destitute stay that way.

Who knows better how to help you than those who harmed you?  There’s not enough money in the economy to help those suffering, claim those who drained it.  Wondering why that’s so in the first place is for people who believe in cause and effect, which doesn’t include the party that made potatoes unaffordable.

These advanced times feature ignoring even more examples as they get easier to discover via search.  Your phone can be used to look up socialism’s failures.  Its very existence is based on the opposite.  Progress happening despite their beliefs summarizes same.  

Creating problems they condemn only sounds like a sitcom.  It would be funny if we weren’t living with the consequences of monumental screwups who never learn.  Spot the truly compassionate by their incessant claim that nobody would give to charity voluntarily as they drain the economy to let politicians choose what’s worthy.  The decision is mandatory, of course.

Never grasping incentives applies wholeheartedly.  People might be able to give on their own if they weren’t taxed to the point where essentials are a stretch.  And we might even need less assistance with people spending what they earned.  But how would Democrats show they care?

You oppose healthcare and safety from gun violence for all because you pawned your heart to the Heritage Foundation.  Your stubborn insistence that a guarantee may not do as claimed stands in utopia’s way.  Nobody spending their own money would trust a corporation whose business they can decline, but surely government must keep its promises.  Otherwise, this world has no morality, and that would turn out just horribly.  Submitting to authority in the lamest way spares us from worrying we might not have swell judgment.

Calling people producing useful things greedy is the typical occupation of the useless.  Naturally pushy Democrats can’t even find worthy causes to fund with what they take.  You’d think all that time dedicated to shiftlessness might spur self-reflection, but it’s tough to account for all personality types.

Spotting a lack of empathy is part of being empathetic.  The commitment to remaining unproductive extends to not identifying what spurs anguish.  Conglomerates decided they wanted to overcharge just as soon as Joe Biden got his way.  You can remember for him.

Calling the country they’ve distorted at will cruelly oppressive isn’t the fun sort of irony.  Liberals love nothing more than pretending America’s problems stem from its freewheeling finances and not from the welfare state they wanted and got.  What next: citing unfathomable crime levels in areas with heavy gun control as proof guns cause crime?  Oh: right.

Calling everything they don’t like right-wing is the best case foes of semantics have.  People who only have claims aren’t going to flaunt anything showy like improvements.  Their habit of announcing they’re for equality and against hate as they exacerbate gaps with malice is a nice touch.  Implementation of their ideas creates toxic trash that they use as evidence that America features too much autonomy.  The Munchausen by proxy faction inflicts diseases they claim to know how to cure.  Get on a waiting list.

[wernher-von-brawny]

Bocci the Rock Reaction Videos

One of my favorite uses of YouTube is watching a big batch of different essayists spit about a single topic or piece of media.

Today's hyperfixation has been wallowing in vids about Best Anime of 2022 contender, Bocci the Rock.

I would have said Best Show of 2022 contender, but I'm aware that, aside from CGI fantasy, American tastes trend towards that gay murder club show, that troubled children having sex show, that MAGA-friendly western show, and that MAGA-friendly rich family fighting over money show (or is it shows?), so... safest call is to segregate it off into its own garden.

For the uninitiated, Bocci the Rock is a brilliantly and lovingly animated 2022 "slice of life" -- meaning a character-driven show rather than action-, plot-, or quest-driven -- comedy anime about a talented but catastrophically awkward and introverted young guitarist who joins an all-girl band. Hilarity, personal growth and rocking out ensue.

It's not at all like the old Monkees TV show, but it does share some of that same energetic and experimental love of humor, music, friendship and fun.

While searching YT for my usual topics of interest will return maybe a few vids, it seems that a lot of 'tubers (are they called that?) share my love for Bocci.

It's no wonder an anime about an online content creator with intense social anxiety has resonated with many in the the non-millionaire segment of that community.

And he fact that most of these reviews contain as much confessional therapy as critical analysis made me think of our beloved hellsite. It seems to me that one or two of my fellow Tumblr deplorables might also vibe with this show.

It inhabits the intersection of social anxiety and making art, made with incredibly craft and skill and -- reportedly -- a very high level of staff freedom, input, and personal expression.

Based on the content I see posted by the folks I follow on this site, and the six folks who follow me, I think it may resonate with many of them as well.

And since everyone is on vacation or phoning it in this week, and I'm bored, here's a roundup of all the commentary vids I watched today.

It was on Nuttflix, and then it suddenly wasn't. Whatevs, it's on Crunchyroll, and many of the best pirate sites.

Best to watch it before the commentaries, and then use these to satisfy your craving for more, but since it doesn't have a plot that can be spoiled, nothing anyone says in any of these vids steals anything from the enjoyment of watching the series.

Unlike, say, the last Star Wars or LOTR show, both of which are conveniently mooted by reading the recaps.

The Absurd Adaptation of Bocchi The Rock

What happens when you have a series whose identity is intrinsically tied to its production; the times when aesthetic and visuals and animation are so crucial and so integral to the series, that it becomes the primary thing that is elevating the content? Well that's when you get Bocci The Rock.

To call Bocci The Rock creative would be one of the largest understatements that I have ever uttered on this channel. This is a series that seemingly revels in any opportunity it gets to convey its comedy and convey its drama in the most unique, eye-opening ways that I guarantee you have never seen before in the medium of animation. And I can say that for a fact because there are gags in this series that don't even use animation.

Comedy is the lifeblood of this series and any chance Bocci has to surprise you or make you laugh through its excessively fun and creative uses of framing, timing, or just sheer animation power you better goddamn believe it's going to do it, to elevate the extensive commitment it has to its gags and to its character writing.

Why We Love Bocchi

Bocchi the Rock is a completely socially inept, lonely, loser; an asocial schizoid, cast out from society for being a fucking freak.

The only reason she started getting into guitar, was so that she could become rich and famous, and get over her fear of people.

And she seeks any and all validation from others.

She's... a.. honestly a bad person. Kind of. She's, she doesn't have that much conviction. She kind of just goes with whatever other people say. Um- she- she just- her only motivation is attention from other people.

So that begs the question: Why is she so fucking cool?

The Unique Genius of Bocchi the Rock!

Endlessly charming. Unquestionable an absolute gem. Always weird in the best possible way.

Bocchi Rocks Harder

Bocci the Rock was somehow able to get the attention of the anime community in a season with stacked entries, some of which have been building up towards this moment for years.

Looks like I can only link five videos in this post. If I’d known, I might have re-ordered this. In any case, the rest of these are links.

The Masterpiece That is Bocchi The Rock! - Honest Review

I think the best way for me to describe it is how the anime put it: "It might not connect with too many people, but those it does it'll hit deeply."

Explaining the Meaning Behind Guitar, Loneliness and Blue Planet (Bocchi the Rock Insert Song)

How Bocchi the Rock Captures Social Anxiety Perfectly

At first glance the show may seem like just another run-of-the-mill, "tee hee cute girls doing cute things" show, but there's so much love, passion and thought put into this anime that really gives it the extra push.

Bocchi the Rock is Anime of the Season

Bocci excels not only because it has absolutely stellar writing that dives down deep into an introvert's psyche, but because it also has a director that's willing to just let his staff go buck wild and do whatever the shit they want.

Bocchi The Rock is a Mirror into my SOUL 🎸

Making art -- whether it's drawing, music, video making -- is not the easiest thing to do and I feel like it's been a while since we've had an anime that attempted to showcase that without sugar coating it.

What I wasn't expecting was a critical hit to my current existence as a content creator and socially inept weirdo who doesn't like to talk to people and who isn't really comfortable without multiple layers of anonymity between myself and others.

If you want a currently airing anime about just how you can feel as an introvert watching a piece of media, Bocci the Rock has got you covered.

Bocchi The Rock is The Pinnacle of Slice of Life

...eight weeks of what has generally been some of the best anime I've seen for the better part of half a decade...

The Masterpiece You Just Missed | BOCCHI THE ROCK!

For the first time since 2020 I can finally say that I found another masterpiece within the Cute Girls Doing Cute Things genre.

A Better K-On (Bocchi the Rock!)

Narrative Therapist Reacts to Bocchi The Rock! - Episode 1

I have not yawned a single time during Bocci, an I won't! Yawn. Ever. Again! ...on stream.

The SURPRISE Anime of Fall 2022: Bocchi the Rock!

I Almost Skipped This Amazing Anime

Hidden Gem of the Season Bocci the Rock is a show about a girl who wants to be a rock star but instead gets hit by a truck and reincarnates as an actual rock.

Yeah, yeah, I was lying. I just kind of think that the English title reads funny, but you know in Japan it wouldn't surprise me if that ever became a show in the future.

And if you still want more, here's an extensive print interview with the production team:

Bocchi the Rock! Main Staff Interviews – Series Director Keiichiro Saito, Character Designer Kerorira, Animation Producer Shouta Umehara

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 31

*Warning: Adult Content*   

Skylar West is good at many things but Martin Hunter appreciates some of his skills more than others. 

Skylar’s expertise with distraction and deflection for example, Martin could do without.

Every time the single dad tried to bring up what happened at the coast, the art teacher turns Martin’s attention to something else.

A kiss and like some Fairy-tale Prince caught in a spell, Martin forgets what it was he meant to say, a softly spoken word and the older man’s priorities shift.

At the same time, Martin can't help but feel that Skylar grows more distant day by day and by the time the weekend approaches again, it seems the younger man hardly has a moment to spare for him. 

Thursday morning, as Martin sees his four children off to school, he hugs himself as a brisk November breeze rattles the few remaining leaves still clinging to the skeletal branches of the trees. 

Winter will set in soon, locking the little mountain town in a cycle of snow and ice until the warm breath of spring breathes life into the land again. 

Thanksgiving approaches, Ambrose Thorne and Noah Hunter have offered to host it at their place, which is big enough to hold everyone and the winter holidays loom beyond. 

In the meantime, though, all Martin can think about is a phone call he hasn't yet received.

"You did say that he was rather old," Skylar points out distractedly when Martin brings the matter up for the fourteenth time. 

"Perhaps he simply forgot. You ought to give him a call and check into it."

Martin watches as Skylar packs more art supplies into a large duffel bag. 

"You're probably right," the older man says and sighs disconsolately, he doesn't imagine calling a doctor's office is on anyone's list of favorite things to do. "What are you packing for, anyway?"

"There's an art show this weekend down in Sacramento," he says. "Thought I'd go."

"Oh..." Martin rubs the back of his neck and glances around the cozy studio apartment which, a few weeks earlier, was nothing but a barren garage. 

"That sounds fun."

Skylar glances up at him. 

"I'd have invited you, but the children might find it rather boring."

"The children needn't be invited by default," Martin points out.

Skylar lifts a brow at him. 

"Would you leave them, though?"

Martin breaks eye contact and look away. 

"I know I'm a little overprotective. I don't want to hover but..." 

Rising, Skylar crosses the room and rests his hand on Martin’s shoulder. 

"I know. You've good reason to be protective. And I didn't mean it that way. It's only a short trip, far more business than pleasure. If it was the latter, I'd have you with me, for sure."

Martin nods, still not quite able to meet the younger man’s eyes and excuses himself as Skylar resumes packing.

                                                     ******

Martin decides to put off the call to Dr Howard, until the afternoon, when he had finished his work for the day but before the children get home and in the intervening time, he did his best to concentrate.

He nearly jumps out of his seat when his cell-phone rings around noon, narrowly avoiding a disastrous accident as he knock over his coffee cup and brown liquid spills across his desk like a tiny encroaching tide. 

Lifting his laptop to safety, he answer the call with a breathless. 

Hello?" 

He sags with relief as he hears his agent's voice on the other end of the line. 

"Hey, Martin. How are you?" she asks.

"Trish. Hi... um... good. It's good. I mean, I'm good," he says and cringes. 

His social skills are far from top tier, especially when unprepared. 

"What's up?"

"Good news," she says. 

"Sales of your last book are steady and your editor says you've got the next one in the bag. The publisher wants at least two more in this series, with a pretty good advance for your genre, if you can guarantee delivery in six months."

‘Two books in six months?’

He rubs his jaw. 

That used to be nothing, I could have done it in his sleep. 

Now, just the thought gives him heartburn.

"Two books?" he repeats. "Could you talk them down to one?"

"I tried, Martin," Trish says, suddenly sounding a lot more honest and a lot more tired. 

"You're not up and coming anymore, you've got a solid following and a reliable audience for your books but they wouldn't budge. It's a cutthroat business. For every established author, there are hundreds willing to work ten times as hard for a tenth of the pay. You know how it is."

He rolls his eyes. 

He does but it doesn't make it any better. 

In his head, he does a series of rapid calculations.

Things are different now. 

With Skylar's help, his family at his back and the weight of guilt and pain finally beginning to lift from his heart, Martin is in a place where he can say 'yes' to this without fearing it will kill me.

"Okay," he says, hearing the smile in his voice. 

"Tell them I'll do it."

"I'll send the contract over," she says, sounding relieved. 

"Read it carefully. There are some new stipulations I couldn't worm us out of but overall, I think it's fair... considering."

"Considering what?" he asks, made wary once more by her tone.

"Just... how long it took you to finish the last one," she says apologetically. 

"I've been on your editor's ass and I know she's been on yours and the publisher's been on mine. I'm sorry, Martin but this is a big deal, okay? It'll make or break you. Understand?"

Martin Hunter swallows. 

"Yeah. I understand, Trish. Thanks."

"Hey," she says, her tone warming. 

"You're my friend, Marty. I only want what's best for you, all right?"

"Yeah, me too," he says, his throat tightening at the nickname only his family use for him and ends the call.

                                                       ******

By 3:00 p.m., he’s sweating. 

Martin is both dying to know and afraid that knowing will end him but with an hour before the kids get home, he calls Dr. Braden Howard on the direct line the Doctor had given him. 

He answers after five rings, long enough to make Martin wonder if he'd been staring at his number and contemplating whether or not to pick up. 

"Dr. Braden Howard speaking," he says, as if he's answering on a two-piece receiver from eighty years ago and not the latest model iPhone Martin knows he has.

"Dr. Howard... it's Martin Hunter," I say. "Umm... I haven't gotten the results yet, and I was wondering..."

"Haven't gotten the results yet," he exclaims, so vehemently that I imagine him in black and white, clapping his hand to his forehead, like a scientist in a Mel Brooks parody. 

"I was sure I sent them along to you! Must have slipped my mind."

"Do you have them?" Martin asks.

"Have them? Of course I have them," the single dad hears papers rustling, followed by what sounds like glass breaking and Dr. Howard swearing under his breath.

Martin waits and at last, the Doctor is back on the line.

"Sorry about that, kid," he says, sounding slightly out of breath. "The truth is... Well, the truth is..."

"Doctor Howard, please," Martin says, breaking in. 

"Please, just tell me. I need to know. I mean... you understand, this is my life. My... everything."

The single dad shuts up as emotion tightens around his throat like a vice.

For a long moment, there's silence. 

Then, Dr. Howard sighs.

"Alright. You know what? Fuck it. I got good news and bad news, kid," he says. 

"Congratulations, or maybe consolations, I don't fucking know at this point. Either way, you're a father. 99% sure. Now, I know you're one of a set but your fellow triplets are fraternal, not identical, right? Even if one of them had fucked your wife, the results wouldn't be the same. Unless you got an evil twin somewhere, you're Nico and Rio's biological father, for sure.."

Martin covers his mouth to contain the sob that chokes him and then take a breath. 

"Okay, so what's the bad news?" he asks.

Doctor Howard sighs.

"That ex-wife of yours is something else, you know that? She paid me a visit. Threatened me. Told me to destroy the results or change my report. Fortunately, I'd sent everything off to the lab already, once it's out of my hands, it's official record. Nothing I can tamper with."

"Are you okay?" Martin asks him, anxiety triggering a slideshow of horrors to play through his mind.

Dr. Howard chuckles. 

"I'm eighty-seven years old, kid," he says, "And entirely human, despite my associations. She scared me, yeah. But what's she gonna threaten me with? Death?" he cackles. 

"I'm perfectly fine. It's you I'm concerned about. That bitch wasn't at all pleased when I sent her on her way, though. Best keep an eye on those sweet boys of yours. I got a bad feeling, if you know what I mean."

"Thank you, Doctor Howard," Martin says, resting his face in his palm and breathing a sigh. 

"I will. I'm sorry you were dragged into this."

"No worries, kid. I'll make sure the results are stored safely and get you a copy in the mail. Should be there in a day or two. Take care."

The doctor ends the call and Martin Hunter lets the phone fall from his hand and clatter to the floor as he drops to his knees.

The single dad doesn't know what to feel or what he’s feeling but what starts as quiet catches in his breath soon grows into deep, uncontrollable sobs as his mess of emotions overcome him like a sleeper wave, knocking him down and pulling him under hard.

And that's how Skylar West finds him, sometime later, curled in a ball on the kitchen floor. 

[redhillconfetti]

Blog post 28-01-2023 - Attending a Wedding Fair as a guest

Attending a wedding fair can be slightly intimidating for those people that may have never visited one before. You'll be walking into a room where every single person is an expert at all things wedding, and could end up asking you a whole load of questions you may not even have considered were options or things you need to think about.

My very first piece of advice is to set up a free email address (hotmail, gmail etc) for your wedding. This can be the email you put on your wedding invitation for RSVP's, and by using this to register with suppliers, once your wedding is all done you haven't had your personal email added to a hundred mailing lists.

Next is to make sure you wear the right clothing. You're not there to impress anyone, but you could end up being on your feet for hours, so wear comfortable shoes. Depending on the venue it could be baking hot or freezing cold, with no correlation to what the weather may be doing! If you're shivering or sweating you may feel like leaving earlier than you planned and could end up missing information or meeting a supplier that is just what you are looking for.

Plan your transport there, check for parking or public transport links. Google maps is your friend as some places can be hidden down narrow lanes or streets, or in a very rural location. If you have accessibility needs I would advise you to message the organisers in advance and ask if your requirements will be able to be met. Not all venues can guarantee to have a lift or a quiet space if you have sensory needs and can get overwhelmed by noise, crowds or lights etc. Try and send these questions to the organisers before the day of the fair, as on the day they will likely have limited access to their social media channels as they will be setting things up.

Once you’re in the fair, you’ll get approached by many people, the event organisers will usually meet you at the door and check your tickets. A lot of wedding fairs are ticket entry only, though the cost is usually minimal and simply for insurance purposes. As I covered in a previous blog, goody bags are a great perk of attending wedding fairs, and can be a useful little tote bag to store all the business cards, flyers, and samples you may get given on your visit.

When you are approached by the vendors, usually the very first thing you’ll be asked is ‘When is the big day?’, as this will give them an immediate way to start a conversation with you and gauge how far into your wedding planning you already are. You can give them as much or little information as you feel comfortable to. Some vendors will be very chatty, others will stand back and let you have a look over their display of their work. There may be an option to add your details to a mailing list to be entered into a prize draw for a free service or discount, this is where your wedding email account that i mentioned at the start of the blog comes in handy! If the product is something you are interested in, take a flyer or business card, you could even write notes on your phone or on the back of the card. If however its not a product you want or need, a simple ‘No thanks’ will suffice. No one is going to chase you across the room or force you to sign up for something you don’t want. I would also strongly advise against signing any deals on the day for ‘show bonus discounts’. Go home, do your research and make sure you are comfortable with the company. Check out their reviews and online presence in your own time rather than be rushed into handing over money the second you meet someone.

Take pictures whilst you are there! This is a great way to remind yourself of who you have met and what they do. Sometimes business cards can be very neutral and not give an indication of what the company does. If after the event you can’t recall a company that you would like to approach for a service, drop the organisers a message with where in the hall/event they were and a description of what their stand looked like, and they’ll be able to come back to you with contact details for that company.

I hope this blog post has helped give you an insight into what it’s like to visit a wedding fair. They can be extremely fun to go to as a guest, and a great source of inspiration for your big day. So that’s all folks,

Until next week,

Simone

[imightgetbetter]

i need some friendship advice….so my best friend is a bad texter (like really bad) she won’t reply for weeks and only responds when she’s at work (we work at the same place but different departments). I’ve talked to her about it and how it makes me feel like she doesn’t care about me or our friendship, it’s started to feel one sided. I’ve tried to not reach out as much and not answer her right away but i don’t know what to do anymore. I know she’s had bad days and can’t get out of bed but she prioritizes other things such as smoking weed and responding to a group chat we’re in. I just feel like i’m giving all of me and getting nothing in return. I don’t want to stop being her friend but I don’t know how much more I can give. I’ve tried to lower my expectations and tell myself to not rely on her for anything but I don’t have anyone else

hi friend. here are our thoughts:

bestie: Okay, this is going to come from someone who has 589 unopened text messages on their phone right now. So first off lemme start off with the simple fact that I HATE texting. The number one reason why being that I'd rather talk to someone and be able to actually fully focus on them and the conversation we're having vs texting them while I'm in the middle of my day having to focus on other tasks at hand. Examples being of running errands or dealing with craziness at work. I want the person I'm talking conversing to know that they have my attention, instead of me giving a lazy half-assed response because I'm pulling my phone out to message someone back while I'm in the middle of trying to make dinner or trying to problem solve at work. NOW, there is a second portion as to why I don't like texting and am so terrible at opening and responding. I am interacting with people and talking to people and around other people, about 14-18 hours a day give or take, and I am considered the extrovert out of our friends, but truly sometimes I just can't even try and force myself to socialize with people via a phone screen. I'll be honest and vulnerable on here and admit that I have been through some shit that has resulted in terrible episodes of depression and during these episodes, it is extremely hard to not only put on a fake smile and socialize with people at work because I literally have to in order to make money and pay bills, but to also do so during MY time with others. It doesn't matter if it's my best friend or a family member, somedays I really truly just can not respond to. I'm sorry you feel like the friendship is one-sided because I've also been in situations similar to yourself, and it hurts but sometimes you just have to stop and let them take care of themselves before you can mutually work on the friendship. Someone said something to me a long time ago and I've tried to carry it with me 'I can't care for or take care of others until I've taken care of myself.'. It almost sounds like that may be what your friend needs to do, take care of themselves and then work on the friendship with you. At the end of the day sadly you may lose a friend or become distant for a while, but I can guarantee that something good will come out of it. Whether that be that this friendship flourishes later down the road, or a new friendship happens with something else. The other thing to keep in mind is that sometimes we grow out of relationships and it can be difficult for one to express their thoughts or emotions to the other. My advice is to just have grace with this person, if you feel like a confrontation needs to happen for you to gain closure, great. If you feel like you need to just slowly let it fizzle out and end on its own, great. At the end of the day you are the only person who knows what it is that you need to do.

me: honestly, i am a really big communicator. i want to talk to my friends all the time, and the reason bestie and i talk so much is mainly because we live together, but before that, we had to make facetimes work and whatnot because she hates texting. i have a lot of friends that don't text, and it took me a very long time to figure out how to come to terms with the fact that everyone is a different communicator. but that's really what it comes down to. everyone communicates differently and you may need more communication. there have been people where i've said, this hurts me! i wish we talked more! and they express that they can't speak or they don't have the energy or whatever the case may be, and that doesn't mean they don't care (not playing devil's advocate but, this is my experience), they just can't right now. i think what you really need to do is take a step back and think about what you want in your friendships and what you can give! you can't give all of you, baby. you deserve to have that effort given back to you, and you will find people that do that. i have so many different friends now! friends i talk to every day, friends i talk to once a month. they're still your friend if they invest in you, but some people just can't invest every single day. i genuinely want the best for you and i think you are so sweet and you deserve to have all the best things with your friendships. i think maybe taking a step back and sitting with yourself and understanding what you can and cannot take is important here. self-reflection and understanding is the best thing you can give yourself at this time.

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Whether you like it or not, so goes America, so goes the world. It is not an accident that with the rise of right-wing fascist populism in America, other countries have followed. We, as in your fellow tumblrites, by and large did not sign up to be in the position that America occupies in the global scheme of things, but we’re here all the same and one perfectly progressive candidate is not going to change that. But one average conservative candidate could, because if no one will stop them, then what?

I need everyone to understand that while America is very wealthy as a country, we are extremely poor in social value. There are so many immediate problems that need solving, huge, multifaceted problems that took decades and even centuries to root, and these problems are not going to be solved with one perfectly progressive candidate. No one perfectly progressive candidate has the kind of social capital necessary to solve these problems. We have neglected our social value for too long and it will be expensive and difficult to rebuild.

Right now, we’re so socially poor that we can’t even pay one or two of our bills, much less all of them. So we have to choose which one or two will give us the greatest ability to save and pay more in the future. Yes, we’ll still be getting more in the hole on some of them. That’s how it works when you don’t have enough money and must choose which outcome will do the least harm. That doesn’t mean no harm, and it can still mean great harm. But it’s about not being quite as harmed as you would be. That’s how poor America is, socially. We need to choose between keeping ourselves alive or paying the phone bill, and yes, paying the phone bill is important, but not as much as surviving.

Choosing not to vote is like letting Trump walk into office, and in our little metaphor, that’s saying, “I don’t believe in capitalism and I won’t pay for anything because it’s fucked up!” Yeah, it is, and we’re not disagreeing. But the electric company still holds all the cards and choosing not to pay your bills for Ideological Reasons(tm) is only going to make your situation worse than if you’d just chosen a few necessities to stay alive.

We can develop social capital, however. We can make a little progress at a time, and watch our social savings grow. But we have to do the hard thing first and choose which bills, at minimum, will keep us alive the longest if we pay them, because there isn’t anyone who’s going to descend on us and say, “Yes, it’s bullshit, and money isn’t real and you owe nothing and you’re saved forever!” Everyone who can help us still must do so under the guise of this fucked up system.

We cannot make it better if we do not survive, and social capital is the one thing we have to bargain with. It’s not much, but it’s what we have. So we have to put it to its best use out of the immediately available options. A progressive socialist candidate is not an immediately available option, but Biden is, and we’re thisclose to crunch time.

Trump is a harm we don’t walk back from; Biden is harm, too, but with the possibility of limping away. And it’s all we have. There is nothing else. There will not be anything else until we all vote blue for so long that a slightly left-of-centre candidate is the most conservative person on the ballot and they don’t stand a chance. This is how our republic works and until we have enough social capital to change it, it is how it will always work. Voting for best available bad choice is the only way to build that path.

And, let’s be clear, I framed these choices as a metaphor, but for so many people in this country, they are very literal. The marginalised do not stand a chance—you included, if you’re marginalised—until the the immediate threat is dealt with. Biden’s probably going to continue doing harm, maybe even to you, but not as much as Trump is guaranteed to cause. It’s awful. We shouldn’t have to make these choices. But we do, and now is the time to stand up and make them. This is how you fight fascism.

Glorious Revolutions solve nothing, and often create gaping holes that terrible people will exploit to gain power. Incremental change is the way to a solution, because it changes things a little at a time without laying waste to everything so that fascism doesn’t find its way back. And if it does, we make changes again to keep it out. That is how it works under any system human beings can devise.

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By existing as a citizen in and paying taxes to the imperial core, we automatically hold complicity in imperialist oppression because we are literally footing the bill for it. That is just the basic nature of being born to privilege in systems of oppression in general. We can be disadvantaged and marginalized in every single other consideration and we still have to understand and cope with this, and ensure we leverage it as effectively as possible.

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Chapter 9: Instant Noodles with an Egg III

On the hot days, the inside of the bus smelled of mingling odors, especially during the morning and nighttime rush. The 188 bus passed by Moonlake Park and a few parents with their kids got on. There was already no more space. Zhong Qiuyan pressed the broadcast button and asked everyone to stand closer to the side to allow more passengers to get on.

Every morning around 7 or 8 o’clock, the bus would be filled to the brim with people. That day was the first time Qiuyan overheard a passenger talk about Zhou Cunqu. Perhaps this wasn’t actually the first time, but he just didn’t pay any attention before. There was a lot of gossip to listen to on buses, especially for folks in a small city like theirs. Whenever someone bumped into anyone they knew, even if one sat near the front of the bus and the other near the rear, they would for sure still chat a few rounds. 

Anyway, on that day, two of the parents started talking about how apparently there was someone who had stayed in his room for over two years. He didn't take a step outside, didn’t really do anything for that matter. The mom held her kid’s hand and said, “Then wasn’t raising him a waste? This kind of kid.”

Qiuyan honked his horn a few times. He turned to look at them and said: “Move to the side a bit, more people are getting on.”

After midnight, Qiuyan went to see “this kid.” Cunqu was already capable of heading down earlier and waiting for him outside the building. Qiuyan lowered his car window and whistled towards him. Cunqu came back to his senses. When he got in the car, he handed Qiuyan a little card. He had copied a few verses with a pen to give to Qiuyan. They were from Elizabeth Bishop’s ‘Insomnia.’

Qiuyan started up his car and chatted with Cunqu as he slowly drove in circles around the late-night streets. Cunqu appeared normal and healthy. As if he was one of the many who would show up at some coffee shop in the daytime to buy an Americano before work.

But the following day after midnight, the young couple living on the fourth floor were loudly moving out. Cunqu stood at the fifth-floor landing of the staircase and didn’t dare to go down. When ‘Smart Assistant’ called him, Cunqu said: “I won’t go down today.”

Qiuyan headed up to find him. Cunqu was already hidden back in his room, reading a children’s book by the nightlight. He was still afraid of the thought of seeing or interacting with someone other than his grandma or Qiuyan. But for his grandma’s 80th birthday, she wouldn’t be the only one there. All of their relatives would be there, including Zhou Ming and Qi Lanxiang. Cunqu almost wanted to give up just from thinking about it. (T/N: Zhou Ming and Qi Lanxiang are Cunqu's dad and mom)

Qiuyan asked him over the phone: “Why don’t we start slowly by meeting some people you trust? Good friends and the like?”

Cunqu leaned against the bed and thought about it. He was the type of person that had friends specific to the stages of his life. He’d lost contact with his middle school friends right after graduation. His high school friends he also no longer spoke to. He had always been busy with his own affairs and didn’t have the free time to socialize. These past two years, he read in a book that time flew when one was in their teens. Yet in one’s 20s, every year was a struggle to cross. This was indeed the case for him.

Cunqu didn’t reply; Qiuyan thought the signal was interrupted and repeated “hey” a few times. Cunqu lightly hummed in reply.

Qiuyan suddenly asked: “Ge, do you want to meet my friends? Those two come with an all-natural and environmentally friendly guarantee. No preservatives.

That night, Qiuyan vividly described Da Yu and A’Shan to Cunqu over the phone. He said that Da Yu had always been small, even after puberty he was still small. A’Shan on the other hand was especially bulky, truly built like a mountain. The three of them became sworn brothers when they were seven years old right in the mulberry garden owned by Qiuyan’s family. They took the “Oath of the Mulberry Garden."[1] The day after they took this oath, Qiuyan and Da Yu brawled over a bag of gummies.

The story made Cunqu laugh. Qiuyan continued speaking: “Da Yu is currently an apprentice at a hair salon. His hobby is doing cross-stitch embroidery. The peony piece that I gifted to Liu Xiaoying was embroidered by Da Yu. A’Shan is a car mechanic. But when he has free time he likes to write. He doesn’t show us his writings, probably because he knows we won’t be able to get it.”

After Qiuyan brought up this topic, Cunqu didn’t immediately agree. Nowadays he gets tired whenever there are a couple more things he needs to do. Sometimes he felt like it was just right only when it was just him and Zhong Qiuyan, 

When July reached its midpoint, Qiuyan mentioned that the three of them were planning on gathering to celebrate Da Yu’s birthday and asked if Cunqu would like to join them. Then, the setting of the celebration was decided to be Liu Xiaoying’s place. 

That night, Xiaoying belatedly realized it had been a long time since her place had been this lively. Da Yu was indeed quite small in stature, but he was especially quick-witted. He carried his own birthday cake and complimented Xiaoying’s calligraphy on the walls as soon as he entered the condo. A’Shan was a bit shy and helped Qiuyan busy around setting the dining table. 

Qiuyan held Cunqu’s hand beneath the table and introduced the others: “This is Zhong Da Yu, this is Zhong A’Shan. Of course, not their real names. These are nicknames.”

Da Yu joined in and gestured at Qiuyan and introduced: “This is Zhong Dudu. Dudu[3] is his nickname.” 

Qiuyan went ‘Ah?’ and immediately stood up and yelled: “Ahhh, don’t mention that. Don’t mention that!!”

A’Shan shrugged and said: “He already said it.”

Qiuyan acted like he was hurt. He sat back down and covered Cunqu’s ears with his hands and said: “Ge, don’t listen to them anymore. Don’t listen.”

Cunqu forced out a smile. He wasn't actually able to comprehend much of what was going on. Before they sang Happy Birthday, Qiuyan lowered his voice and asked him: “Are you tired? If you’re tired, you can go back to your room.”

Cunqu nodded and returned to his bedroom. The others at the dining table quieted down. Cunqu flopped down on his bed and started breathing heavily like a fish that just returned to its tank. His mind flashed white with static. Even when Qiuyan later entered the room and lay down next to him, Cunqu still hadn’t recovered.

After that day, Da Yu and A’Shan would come over to Xiaoying’s place alongside Qiuyan from time to time. The three of them sat with Xiaoying on her couch and ate watermelon. When Cunqu came out to get a glass of water, he saw four heads, each lower than the other, lined up in a row, rising and falling in succession as they ate their watermelon. Qiuyan turned to ask him: “You want some watermelon? It’s really sweet.”

Cunqu shook his head.

After Da Yu and A’Shan left, Qiuyan cut up some watermelon and brought them into Cunqu’s room and ate some more with him. Cunqu said he didn’t want any; the book pages would get dirty. So Qiuyan picked up a piece with a fork and brought it to Cunqu’s mouth. “Open up, ah.” He said. 

Cunqu had no choice but to eat it. Qiuyan reached out and ruffled his hair, saying: “Good job.”

Cunqu looked at him and smiled as he said: “Thanks, Dudu.”

Qiuyan held the bowl of watermelon and abruptly stood up. He wanted to curse but didn’t know who he could curse at. He angrily ate a piece of watermelon and grumbled: “Tomorrow I’ll make Da Yu into chopped chili fish head [4]”

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Cunqu eventually grew accustomed to Da Yu and A’Shan’s presence. Gradually, he was able to come out of his room and converse a bit with them. One night, the three Mulberry Garden sworn brothers accompanied Xiaoying to play a few rounds of mahjong. They got hungry and ordered a bunch of late-night takeout. Cunqu walked by them as he headed to the fridge to grab some juice. Qiuyan hooked his finger with his and asked: “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat some?”

He thought that Cunqu would refuse. But unprecedentedly, he sat down.

 They were talking about how A’Shan and his girlfriend were going to marry soon. Da Yu bit his skewer and said: “Me, on the other hand, just broke up. Zhong Qiuyan has been forever single.”

Qiuyan stood up with a swish, grasped Da Yu’s neck, and threatened: “Today is the day I chop you up.”

A’Shan stopped them from fighting and Cunqu lowered his head and laughed. After Da Yu was released, he turned to ask Cunqu. “Ge, what about you? You’ve been in a relationship right?”

Cunqu drank a sip of the juice he was holding and nodded.

Qiuyan put down his can of beer. He stared blankly at Cunqu. After the latter returned to his room, he still stared at his closed door. Da Yu waved his hand in front of his eyes and asked: “What’s wrong with you, Zhong Dudu?”

Qiuyan tilted his head back and gulped down the rest of the beer. He didn’t know why, but when Cunqu nodded his head, he felt his heart sink. It sank all the way to the ground level of Building No.3 and was pushed around on the ‘Double Yolk Egg’ Grandpas’ Go board. He dragged his heavy heart, weighed down by the beer he gulped down, entered Cunqu’s room, and flopped onto him. Cunqu sighed and said: “My shower went to waste.” Qiuyan hugged him and refused to let go. With red-rimmed eyes, he said: “Ge…I’ve been thinking about this for some days now. I get happy whenever I see you. Very happy just from seeing you. Every day from waking up to falling asleep there’s a little person in my head yelling ‘Zhou Cunqu,’ ‘Zhou Cunqu.’ What’s wrong with me?”

Cunqu tried to push him off. He didn’t budge. As if he’s been wronged, Qiuyan aggrievedly asked Cunqu with lowered eyes: “Who were you in a relationship with?”

Cunqu thought for a moment and replied: “During college…”

But Qiuyan didn’t let him finish. He suddenly leaned in and shut his mouth with a kiss. Cunqu felt the scent of alcohol spread in his mouth. Qiuyan’s kisses were rash and clumsy. He didn’t know what he was doing, and it felt like he was trying to fight him. Cunqu almost couldn’t catch his breath from his antics. Finally, he successfully shoved Qiuyan away. 

Qiuyan sat on the bed and looked at him with his eyes at a loss. “I’m sorry…” he said.

-> Chapter 10

Footnotes

[1] This is a parody of the Oath of the Peach Garden (wikipedia) which was an event in the Chinese literary classic Romance of the There Kingdoms where three of the main characters (Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei)  took an oath of brotherhood. [2] Specifically, the Wangzai brand QQ candy (旺仔QQ糖). Google it for images. Should be familiar sight to those who’s shopped at a Chinese supermarket [3] The characters are 嘟嘟. (dū dū)  This is an extremely cutesy nickname commonly used for little kids or pets [4] 剁椒鱼头 (chopped chili fish head), a famous spicy dish from the Hunan cuisine.  It’s a steamed fish head topped with a lot of chopped chlii peppers and various aromatics and then activated with some hot oil. And in case you forgot, Da Yu literally means big fish lol. Baidu page with images: link

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There are very few reasons to recommend buying AI Profit Siphon. It thrives on the appeal of effortless income, but with its lack of transparency about how it works and potentially unrealistic claims, there’s a high chance it won’t deliver on its promises. If you value clear information and a realistic path to online income, AI Profit Siphon is not a good investment. There are better alternatives that require effort and skill development but offer a more sustainable approach to making money online.

AI Profit Siphon Review: Is AI Profit Siphon Right for You?

AI Profit Siphon is unlikely to be a good fit, especially if you value transparency and realistic income expectations. The lack of details about how the program works and the potential for inflated income claims suggest it might not deliver as promised. If you’re looking for a legitimate way to make money online that aligns with effort and skill development, AI Profit Siphon is probably not the answer.

AI Profit Siphon Review: OTO’s And Pricing

Front End Price: AI Profit Siphon ($17)

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OTO 3: AI Profit Siphon Automation ($47)

OTO 4: AI Profit Siphon Cashing In Rights ($97)

OTO 5: AI Profit Siphon Conversion Mastery ($47)

OTO 6: AI Profit Siphon DFY Buyer Traffic ($147)

OTO 7: AI Profit Siphon Done For You ($297)

OTO 8: AI Profit Siphon MEGA Bundle V2.0 ($77)

OTO 9: AI Profit Siphon Quick Cash Magnet ($77)

OTO 10: AI Profit Siphon Unlimited ($47)

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AI Profit Siphon Review: Pros and Cons

Advantages of AI Profit Siphon

High accuracy in predictions

Time-saving automation

User-friendly interface

Excellent customer support

Customization options

Potential Drawbacks

Initial learning curve

Subscription costs

Dependency on accurate data

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ’s)

Q. Do I need any experience to get started?

None, all you need is just an internet connection. And you’re good to go

Q. Is there any monthly cost?

Depends, if you act now, NONE. But if you wait, you might end up paying $997/mo It’s up to you.

Q. How long does it take to make money?

Our average member made their first sale the same day they got access to AI Profit Siphon

Q. Do I need to purchase anything else for it to work?

Nop, AI Profit Siphon is the complete thing. You get everything you need to make it work. Nothing is left behind.

Q. What if I failed?

While that is unlikely, we removed all the risk for you. If you tried AI Profit Siphon and failed, we will refund you every cent you paid and send you $300 on top of that just to apologize for wasting your time.

Q. How can I get started?

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AI Profit Siphon Review: My Recommendation

AI Profit Siphon appears to be another program preying on the desire for effortless online income. With its lack of transparency, dubious claims, and potential hidden costs, it’s advisable to exercise caution before investing. If you’re serious about making money online, consider exploring the more established and legitimate alternatives mentioned above. Remember, sustainable online income typically requires effort, skill development, and a strategic approach.

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Thank for reading my AI Profit Siphon Review till the end. Hope it will help you to make purchase decision perfectly.

Disclaimer: While this AI Profit Siphon review strives for accuracy and fairness, it is based on publicly available information and user reviews. It is recommended to conduct thorough research, including seeking out independent sources, before making any purchasing decisions.

Note: This is a paid software, however the one-time fee is $17.

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