#been overworking myself HELLA

[eyenaku]

IM BACK!!

I MIGHT TAKE A BIT TO GET CAUGHT UP ON NOTIFS SORRY GUYS <3 I DON'T WANT TO MISS ANY ! !

I've been rlly sick all week but I managed to haul myself to the studio to take pictures of all my ceramics from this quarter! Look forward to a lot of masks :3 (Unfortunately I didn't get pics of the plague weevil, because I have it to my friend for their birthday)

[sleepyboywrites]

Playing on my last req with strong reader, what about where reader playfully picks him up from behind? Like when you try to scare someone, but end up giving them a bunch of kisses? 🥰

I'm answering two of your asks with one post. Yes I'm still writing (mostly to ch.ai bots because my depression won and I couldn't bring myself to write anywhere) but, yeah still writing, I'm a writer by heart if you don't hear from me for a hella long time, and I haven't written elsewhere I'm probably just really sad or struggling again. Thank you for asking, low key made my anxiety force me to write again and helped my mental health in a twisted kinda way, and thanks for being patient so ta-da~ sorry if it's bad or on the shorter side I'm rusty cause I haven't written in a while.

Boo! - Masky x Strong Male reader (Part 2-ish)

It's no surprise that as Slender's one-man clean-up crew you have an, interesting, to say the least, skill set. You meet your fair share of literal creeps, and cleaning up their messes means you learned how to dispose of bodies, get human remains out of clothes, floors, and walls. How to navigate weird moving forests, and large bodies of water. You also know everyone's allergies and on occasion have to patch creeps up, so first aid basics as well.

However if you ask your murderer boyfriend, your scariest skill, and one of your favorites, is one you learned from your big, abusive, family. You were incredibly light footed and tended to move so silently you'd 'teleport'. You had, in reality, just walked to the location you were at but it scared the night owl creeps as you grab a midnight snack or glass of water, for yourself or your overworked exhausted boyfriend.

You loved to sneak up on Masky just as much as he did to sneak up on you. You fondly referred to said sneak attacks as love attacks for you had a tendency to smother him with affections post spook and sneak up.

The first time you very narrowly avoided dying at the hands of your beloved, because he's a trained killer and doesn't take kindly to being snuck up on.

You snuck up on him for the first, and almost last, time while he was doing paperwork late at night. He had been overworking himself to the bone, with stacks of paperwork and victims, both his and the others. You thought you'd be nice and bring him some tea, maybe convince him to go to bed, if you'd be so lucky. But as you got to his office seeing him so engrossed in his work you saw an opportunity to sneak up on him for once instead of the reverse and so you did. You set the tea behind you on a filing cabinet and snuck behind his chair pulling it out and spinning him towards your saying "Hey, honey!" And the bullet ricocheted in such a way that if you hadn't ducked, or Masky hadn't pushed your head down rather, it would've hit square between your eyes.

Sometimes it'll still be a close call if he's to wound up from his workload. But the successful ones sure are sweet.

You and Masky had a lazy day planned, where both of you had authorization for a day off and decided to take a walk, have a picnic and swim by one of the lakes in the forest. Masky had been waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs being familiarized with the stairs and your handy little skill you saw an opportunity that you couldn't miss. You crept down the stairs and scooped up your boyfriend, kissing his face, and throwing him over your shoulder as you began to walk out the mansion. Tim laughing and squirming the entire time. His laugh is a warm and enticing sound as he doesn't do so very often and hearing it fills you with an indescribable amount of joy. So much so you wish you could bottle the sound to immortalize its purest form.

When you put him down you kiss him properly this time, deeply and adoringly, "Boo!" You murmured against his lips before running off ahead of him and making him tackle you into the grass with similar treatment.

[facelessxchurch]

Baronpine for the ask meme?

Short version: They are perfect counterparts. They are the same where it matters, but opposites in a way where they can complete each other and mellow out each other's worst traits. They also bicker like an old married couple and I love it-

The most interesting thing is their journey from rivals to soulmates tbh <3

[Yeah I changed the Baron design a bit to fit those lovely HeroForge pics of Baron better that an anon sent me. Nef is wearing a red cravat to show off that he belongs Baron now, it's the little things how he shows affection- Also grabbed myself a new CSP brush ([AA] Ink BrushContent ID：1736762) and it's hella nice for more chunky line art .]

Long Version: Them calling each other their "insufferable counterpart" is still from old roleplays I did ages ago (I was roleplaying as Nef) and it still makes my shipper heart weak. It's so perfect for them as it doesn't only show off their constant affectionate bickering but also pretty much spells out the appeal of the ship: they are counterparts that perfectly complete each other from personality to fighting style.

They are the same where it matters: fighting for the same goal, serving the same gods, both highly intelligent and capable, equals in rank and competence.

But opposites where they can complete each other and mellow out each other's worst traits. Baron is usually a stick in the mud, but Nef makes him loosen up and be more sociable. He's able to relax and laugh with him. Meanwhile, Baron makes Nef chill out on the being-an-evil-little-shit aspect of his personality. He isn't as needlessly cruel and does show mercy (usually in form of a quick kill) when Baron is around. While he revels in the cruelty of war he knows the things they have to do burden Baron more than he lets on. So he'd rather take over the dirty work and let Barontake the role of the honourable, brave general he was always meant to be. He does love that about Baron after all, his honour. It's such a rare thing in the upper echelons of the church filled with socialites that neither Nefarian nor Mevolent truly trust. But Baron? You can trust him, you can rely on him and Nefarian appreciates such a rare quality that of course must be fully indulge in, that lovely man is his now-

Baron is a little too trusting of his fellow zealots *coughdiableriecough*, but Nef makes up for it by being twice as distrusting. No one dares backstab Baron while Nef is there, and if they try anyway, Nef will teach them a lesson before they get anywhere close to Baron. Meanwhile, Nef is getting emotional support from Baron he can't get anywhere else. He's probably the only one around who cares about him and his well-being. Enough so to try and softly guide him away from his bad habits: alcohol, sex, cigarettes and overworking. Baron is Nef's rock in the storm and the healthiest relationship he can have even if it's not the healthiest Baron can have. He knows Baron deserves better than him, but Nef has always been a selfish man...

On the battlefield, Baron is one of the strongest fighter, a skilled and incredible fast swordsman. Since Nef is a glass canon and relies heavily on magic, I headcanon he prefers ranged attacks. Fighting them together must be an impossible task (think Ornstein and Smough from Dark Souls).

But since I love the drama™ how they went from rivals to soulmates it the most interesting part to me.

Nef took an interest in Baron first. He knew him through his friendship with China, Baron's boss, and thought him to be quite physically attractive, but grew intrigued about him when China told him about his personality and found out that he and Eliza had been dating. Nef gathers intel about everyone who rises to the upper ranks but it's rare for him to be fascinated by a specimen.

Meanwhile, Baron absolutely despised Nef. He didn't like that a convert was Mev's right-hand man, especially one that didn't seem particularly pious. Someone of old blood, someone of Baron's own heritage would be a much better fit for that position. Add to that that he's in the beginning still in denial about being gay yet out of all people he ends up being attracted to Nefarian. As if it wasn't bad enough that Nef is quite an attractive man, he also thought it was absolutely hilarious to flirt and tease Baron every chance he got. And that was driving Baron mad in more ways than one.

Essentially the dynamic from the tweet below 👇 Nef loves being a lil shit and Baron is making it too easy lmao

Here is my fic about their first kiss .3.

Essentially their relationship went from rivals to Nef teasing Baron until it ends in hatefucking, Baron slowly realising that Nef actually has feelings for him and isn't just using him to get off and finally (when Baron becomes the second general) learning to appreciate each other when Baron realizes Nef is just as devoted as him and him 'slacking off' is the result of Mev completely over working Nef.

[thaisibir]

The Niijima sisters and envy

I want to talk about the Niijima sisters AKA best girls and how their relationship stands out to me in this epic 100+ hour game. (P5R spoilers below the cut)

There's no denying that Sae is hella stunning, smart, talented, and successful.  Yet it's interesting that Makoto never shows obvious or outward signs of jealousy or resentment whenever these aspects of Sae are brought up in the games. I'm sure there was pressure or inadequacy felt on Makoto's part when the principal mentions Sae's success as a prosecutor to get Makoto to follow in her footsteps. (Dick move on the principal's part) But we never get moments like Makoto expressing wishes to be more beautiful or smart like her sister. Instead there's just that fierce, earnest sisterly love she has for Sae, a love so strong that it's the reason she joined the Phantom Thieves, and why she's willing to "fight in her corner" and say to Sae "I'm on your side." Even in times when Sae didn't really deserve it, like when she lashed out at Makoto over dinner, or as she teeters on the brink of corruption by the time of the casino palace arc. Whenever Makoto does talk about Sae, I perceive respect and admiration from her more than anything else. In the dancing game, Makoto talks about how both are trained in aikido but Sae kicks her ass every time. I never got a sense of Makoto disliking Sae for this. It's more like "my big sister is so good and I want to keep trying and work harder to be her equal one day." That's part of why I like Makoto so much. Drive, ambition, and strong work ethic are core parts of her character, but she doesn't let envy or resentment get the better of her. That's what differentiates the sisters, why one of them becomes a heroic Phantom Thief and the other is almost consumed in shadow.

Meanwhile it's Sae who's experiencing the envy. This may have come as a surprise to some people. Like I mentioned before, she's practically perfect. What does she have to be jealous of? But I've been in her shoes before. I'm an older sister who works in a high paying male-dominated field (surgery and anesthesia). My younger sister got to pursue the major and career our parents wouldn't let me do (art). With a retired mom, deceased dad, and sister + brother in-law scraping by on minimum wage, I occasionally work overtime or pick up incentive shifts to rake in extra money to support my family on top of supporting myself. The position Sae is in, the career struggles she faces as a woman in a gentleman's club, it's so, so relatable and scarily realistic. The envy an older sibling feels for the younger sibling with more freedom is something I've experienced, and I'm sure I'm not alone in this. The way Sae loses her temper at Makoto and calls her useless is definitely unfair and unwarranted, but we can at least understand where she's coming from. Maybe Sae used to have Makoto's optimism when she was younger. But now she is an overworked and stressed adult, the sole breadwinner for the family, worn and beaten down to a cynical and bitter shadow of herself due to the trappings and pressures of society. The very unhealthy way she is dealing with the death of her father, and thinking of him, is certainly not helping things. (Having lost my dad unexpectedly a few years ago myself, I can't help really pitying Sae for the way she's trying to fight through life without apparently any kind of support network or healthy outlet for her emotions.) The manifestation of Shadow Sae is what happens when Makoto's pure drive and ambition become twisted and corrupted. Meanwhile Makoto is a high school student brimming with potential, free to take matters into her own hands so she can enter another dimension with her thief buddies to drive a nuclear motorcycle and punch the hell out of monsters and save and free Sae from herself. The inevitable clash of sisters is a valuable lesson, a cautionary tale, to remind us that we shouldn't lose sight of the values we hold dear, to not let the world twist us into shadows of ourselves.

All of this more or less articulates why I was so drawn to the Niijima sisters, their characters, arcs, and development as I played P5R. It's a refreshing and (in my opinion, at least) a well written portrayal of sister dynamics. I do wish there was more Sae could do and say to try making up for the harsh treatment toward Makoto after the casino palace. But hey, that's what fanfic is for.

[cafecitoeddie]

so i’ve been mostly MIA for the past week+ cuz i really truly just needed some time away from my dashboard and my feelings about the s6 finale. 

save for a few scenes here and there, save for EDDIE DIAZ, nothing brought me joy about the finale, s6 in generally really… and then, every time i logged onto here, i saw spec about how s7 is going to be it and how s7 is gonna be the one to bring it back full circle and i just had to go. MEH. every gifset i saw from s6 made me MEH. every post about s6 and s7 made me MEH. and i just. did not. like it. i’m still feeling very MEH about all of s6. and it was absolutely no one’s fault but my own. 

S6-A really had me thinking all kinds of dumb shit about how this was the season of buddie, the season of our ship Finally Going Canon and all the spec i read, all the scenes i saw on my tv made me really truly believe it. then, nothing happened. nothing at all. and i thought, man wendy, you really fell for some shit. so i told myself S6-B is gonna be the season where i don’t join in on the spec and just enjoy what i get. and i still got nothing, save for a few specific scenes, save for some Classic Eddie Diaz Bomb Ass Booty shots, nothing really stood out to me??????? and i just got so upset. and it was again, no one’s fault but my own… i did it to myself. 

9-1-1 was my comfort show during a time where i really truly needed it. i got a new job with completely new people, our company grew production by millions but we were still understaffed and overworked and hella underpaid, i was training and moving around the whole office when things were being renovated, i was training under someone who had way way way too much on her plate and couldn’t teach me anything properly, and the only thing i wanted to do was go home and watch my wee woo show. and so i did just that. i binged the whole thing in a few months and climbed aboard the Wee Woo Clown Show Train right as s5 ended so i fell, and i fell hard.

i felt so let down after s6 ended. so utterly disappointed. and i couldn’t understand why. i guess since i latched onto this show when i was feeling particularly low, latched onto the characters and storylines and the feeling of being a part of such a unique and wonderful fandom, i was disappointed when it didn’t pan out the way i had envisioned. and then i saw posts from certain people trickling into my dashboard, saw spec from all kinds of people and i just. noped right out. 

BUT I’M BACK NOW BABY. i need to see my baby boy Eddie Diaz, i need to gif his beautiful face once more. i neeeeeeed him back in my life.

i’ll still be lurking in the background and liking things and gifsets and maybe i’ll add a few into my queue or something but. yea, this is where i’m at. 

[bernardisgross]

Warning for : tca, eating disorder, depression

this is just a block of babbling

Today i chopped lots of veggies to freeze and cook later ! I’m exhausted rn but so happy ^^ ! I had a bit of extra money this month thanks to my employer being scared of gov retribution and finally giving us our yearly bonus ^^ so i went out several times this week to buy lots of food !!! Yesterday was such a nice day i went downtown with my cart and walked for three hours from one shop to the other then back home to get special imported groceries i can’t find near me. I’m planning on doing some meal prep again ! wow ... haven’t doing that in a long while ! I used to do that a lot in uni (back then i was unemployed and i got so extra careful with groceries when i started living in dorms which lasted for humm ?? 4 years ??) and especially when i was living in japan. I was EXTRA super poor back then so i had all these pre-portioned stuff i had cooked myself in the freezer (thank goodness i had a freezer in my dorm room °_°) and thanks to that i could get a meal a day. But i was also eating the same chicken/kimchi/veggies/shirataki/rice meal everyday. I got so tiiiired of the prepping and eating the same thing when i came home, i couldn’t do that anymore ! It’s been four-five years and i’m still feeling sick from the “idea” of being limited in what i can eat.

I got sick twice this month and i totally know it’s because my body’s weak from overworking myself with work/shop/work/commission/event, lack of sleep and not eating well enough. Well ! can’t go back in time ! This weekend i went to work feeling so bad and everybody could see how pathetic i was haha but they were all nice so it’s ok! glad i didn’t miss (*is poor*). Anyways, twice is too much u_u *big sigh* so i’ll be more careful in the future ! Can’t say i’ll eat well everyday but next shop opening or something, i’ll be sure to plan nutritious stuff in advance !

Because the problem here is mainly that i don’t wanna cook nor plan groceries :/ . Oh i still have an appetite, i don’t think i can get rid of it LOL it’s in my genes at this point to love food and love eating ! i just don’t feel like doing it anymore and i have a very convenient supermarket right round the corner of my street so °_° .. just picking what i feel like eating when i do even if it’s not a proper meal ! I’ve had a sandwich phase recently, i ate so many of the pre-made disgusting sandwiches TOT !!!!!!!! i don’t like ready-made stuff but boy was i eating these sandwiches !!! so convenient, didn’t take me any time ! I’ve grown tired of them thank goodness ...

I talked with a friend and coworker who’s pretty much going through the same and it’s nice to have someone else near who you can mention it to bc it can easily put you in a tight spot, ppl (and i include myself) are often quick to worry and thus chastise you for bad “habits”. I know it’s out of love but it’s tiring nonetheless. It’s nice to have someone understand it’s not a habit and that whatever you’re eating it’s ok, as long as you’re eating !!!!! That’s the 1st step and it’s great !

Something else is that i eat very differently from what i used to ! i still eat meat and fish but only cook fish from time to time. I only eat meat if i eat from a restaurant (or if i buy disgusting triangle sandwiches 🙄), i don’t wanna cook it anymore. Trying to stop eating it completely but i know it takes time and i do have a “weak” body. So all that to say that everything i’m used to cook (and i used to looove cooking for myself) well .. is kinda out of the party now huh... it’s not hard to make the same dishes without the meat though, but sometimes i’m really like :I ok .. something’s amiss but i don’t have like.. tofu in the fridge. ALSO i’m a lazy person ;9 and i don’t like inconveniences

also food is hella expensive.... bro..... the corpos... they’re out of control.......... the price of things in the stores .. °_° bro.. u ok ??? they really said “then, starve”

Also wanna mention i’m only able to think about this and actually putting in the work in gathering ingredients etc bc i’m not doing anything else. Like, this is the moment, it’s now or never ! I’m in a slow period with work so i’m just .. well doing nothing (RESTING!!!!) which allows me to actually try to cook ! Also mentioning that i’ve still been eating random stuff during that last few days of hunting and gathering HAHAHA (bread...bo-bun from the shop, apples, bananas, bro i can’t even remember what i ate on monday and tuesday ?????) so .. prepping’s great but let’s see if i actually take stuff out of the freezer and heat them ;9

une affaire... à suivre 😎

[thessalian]

Thess vs Work Ethic

Sometimes I just really wish I didn’t have the work ethic I do.

See, while I appreciate that almost every working person in the world, myself included, is overworked and underpaid, and should therefore not be giving any more than what one’s job description details as one’s responsibility in the office, here’s the thing - one should give no more than one’s job description ... but no less, either. And the job is simple, in this case. There are reports. We type them.

The job description on their contracts might be different, but mine didn’t say a damn thing about “but only when the manager’s not in the office, at which point you can slack off all you want because there’s no one to reprimand you”.

Yeah, Scruffman was at another site that was hella backlogged and having some understaffing issues today. Thank the gods he’s back in the office tomorrow because they cleared the other site’s backlog faster than expected. I can take or leave him as a person, but I’m not in the office anyway. The only reason I’m glad is because of what I went through today, which was basically being the only one spending the majority of the workday actually working. I mean, yes, we’re not doing as badly with the typing queue as we had been. Hell, it hit mid double figures today! And I kind of want to keep it that way, but apparently the other girls don’t agree because things ground to a standstill mid-afternoon. That whole thing where Violet does the long complicated dictations doesn’t really happen when Violet isn’t typing at all, or is doing so at such a slow pace that she might as well not be. Temp stopped working almost entirely around 4pm, and I got the reason for that right up in my face when I went to get a last couple of things with seven minutes on the clock: she’d picked up one four-ish minute dictation, apparently to show willing, then dawdled over the shorter ones she’d picked up and left that longer one for last so that when her time in the office was ... well, almost up (I think she also works until 5:30), she dumped that one four-ish minute one back in the queue and left. If I had time to type it (and I did), so the fuck did she. But nope. Just “Oops, almost out of time, back in the queue it goes...”

So the queue’s going to be back in the 150s, probably, by the time people turn up at the office tomorrow. I was actually trying to work at a moderate pace for once because I know I’ve been dancing on the precipice of epic burnout (because, you know, the disability that comes with chronic pain and fatigue?), but by mid-afternoon I was back at breakneck pace and doing the long ones that nobody else seemed keen to touch on top of everything else. I mean, it could have been worse, but everybody knows that the techs crank to high gear after 5pm; the decks should be as clear as possible before then. And nobody should require the manager’s presence to do some fucking work once in awhile. If I can do it from home, with all the temptations of faff to distract me, they can do it in the office.

It’s people like them who lend those stupid articles about how much better working in the office is for productivity any kind of weight whatsoever, you know. Though it’d be entirely the reverse in my case either way; not only does not having to commute help me actually be able to work better, but when shit like this happens, I only fume about the work not being done instead of fuming over the work not being done and grinding my teeth in rage because I’m having to try to do my own work through the distraction of their chatter.

(To some people, noise is noise is noise. I cannot explain to those people the difference between chosen background noise, like music, and not-chosen background noise, for instance chattering colleagues - or, here at home, construction work going on nearby and the neighbour’s kids using the corridor as their personal playground. Again. It’s a beautiful day and there’s a lawn right out back, and they’re using our hallway, with its grubby carpet, as a place to play. I DO NOT GET IT. Anyway.)

So here’s me being grumpy and fed right the fuck up. Huzzah. I will veg a little, take my meds, and gear myself up for the preparation of dinner. I don’t really want to cook but I want to get ahead of the curve on ready-to-eat meals, and also I did a lot of walking for some of those ingredients I got yesterday and am keen to enjoy them and not procrastinate on cooking until they’re kind of skanky.

[orphancookie69]

Health Rant: Neurolens

What in the heck is a Neurolens? Well, I will tell you. Oh, and this is a friendly reminder to schedule your annual eye exam at your local optometrist today! 

Background:

Let’s start with my bias/background. So I have always had good healthcare growing up, my dad worked very hard to make that a reality. I am in a partnership and we have healthcare together. Vision, Dental, and Health. It is an expensive thing to have, I have learned as an adult. The last couple of years has seen a lot happening on the health front, and in dealing with IVF stuff it was easy to forget about Vision. The last time I had my eyes checked, was at least 3 years ago. Well, my partner mentioned they wanted to cut VSP as we were not using it much and told me to get my eyes checked. 

I wear glasses and boy do I look good in them. (Think sexy librarian). I believe last time I got the prescription done at Brea Optometry and processed the glasses at Costco Vision Center. And I have not been keeping up with my annual eye exam. I use my glasses for eye strain from migraines, night driving, and computer/reading stuff. 

So I got my eyes checked out, this is a weird thing to notice but in getting my exam done-I used all the machines in the testing room! I honestly thought that my left eye was worse than my right, and it turns out I had that backwards. My optometrist mentioned a new kind of lens that neurologist paired up with optometrist to make: Neurolens. First, why would I (or anyone suffering with migraines/headaches), need this? My eyes want to veer left/right vs being straight ahead, my mind forces them straight ahead. When my eyes overwork trying to be “normal” the strain is felt along the jaw or neck muscles, because in the human body-everything is connected. I myself usually have a small to large pain scale migraine daily-I suffer from Chronic Non-Nauseating Migraines- since I was in my preteen years. 

The Neurolens will bring the information to my eyes, compared to my eyes working to find the information I am looking at. Less strain, in theory, is less pain. Less pain, well, that is probably self explanatory. While I have lived with pain long enough to do so with professional ease, a bit of a break would be heavenly. It’s probably a strange thing to be afraid of, but I do a lot and deal with a lot of pain while I am it-and worry that I won’t be able to finish my duties. Or that I will push myself too far and I won’t be able to drive the one time a month I can’t drive through the pain to take myself to urgent care. 

Anyways, so I bit the expensive bullet and decided to try blue light (good for glare from computers), transition, and neurolens glasses for just under $1000. My partner is somewhat ok with this and wants me to save this for tax purposes later when we do our 2023 taxes in 2024. The Neurolens was 80% of the cost of the whole glasses, my optometrist said that only about 1,000 offices offer it-which just in OC alone there could be 1,000 optometry offices. The number seems high, but not in the bigger picture. 

I gotta tell you though, I feel hella bad about it. I will get my money back and more in daily use-especially if I am not getting new glasses every year but like every couple of years. But man, I feel bad. Like to a certain degree, it is not my fault my mom did a spinal tap on me when I was a preteen and triggered migraines that run on her side of the family. But damn if I don’t want someone else to pay the price for someone elses mistakes. But not much I can do about that. 

Research:

Anyways, it will be less than 2 weeks before my new glasses get in. In the meantime, let’s play the research game! Here is the site so you can follow along in the research: 

https://www.neurolens.com/

93% Sucess Rate, according to Google. Those are some decent odds, in the past couple of years alone I have taken on things with less likely odds than that. Anyone here who prefers videos, Youtube has quite a few videos. 

Reality: 

I got my glasses in, they came in a sooner than I thought they would. I put them on, and man I am telling you I could feel the changing location of strain in my eye/forehead area right away. My sense of direction, or I should say distance, and my sense of balance was immediately altered. How big a room looked before, and how small after....I was a little bit scared to be honest. Some of the thoughts I had were: are my eyes this bad? did I always have a dizzy issue? Oh, that was not a good rabbit hole. They told me to wear them in general for a couple of days to break them in. 

Day 1 of breaking them was a little rough. I am hoping its short term pain for long term positive gain. Day 2 was a little bit better, so some hope there. Day 2 is much better than Day 1, and Day 3 is better. 

“3 Days For The World To Turn Right Side Up Again” (There is a great Bones episode that shows this. More info here: https://gizmodo.com/does-your-brain-really-have-the-power-to-see-the-world-5905180)

Aside from the “breaking the shoe in” phase, how are things? Having had mental pain for, most of the last 20 years-I have learned to live with the weight of the mental pain. There is a weight to it, while that doesn't seem to make much sense. Since getting the glasses, there is less mental pain weight and its really weird to get used to. It is a good thing so far, but it is also longer than I would of thought for the rewiring process. My “idea” of what is close and what is not, and my eyes being reworked is almost constant? It so far is different, more good than bad. Shocking, like really-what the heck is happening by me just wearing glasses? Like I should understand this because I have lived with it and researched it, but as I experience it-it confounds me. 

[littleholmes]

I gotta vent for a second

i’ve been applying for jobs for the last almost two months so I can leave this one and I can stop having this awful 100mile round trip (I wish I was joking) commute and maybe have some balance and be able to be happier, but it’s been hard and I’ve gotten either radio silence or rejections and while hiring is part of my job and I know it takes time I just feel so stuck. I’m paid decently but I’m still very underpaid compared to market, my commute is ridiculous and I can literally feel it destroying my physical and mental health, there’s major aspects of my job I can’t do anymore due to internal restructuring and the literal political landscape changing things, my boss is hella overworked and drowning and leaving me to handle all our projects and tasks virtually alone because she’s so focused on treading water, and I’m exhausted and find myself feeling resentment and irritation because everything has culminated to where literally my option is to leave for it to get better because we’ve tried everything else. (My boss literally even said one day that I could do better and that there’s something better out there for me like this is holding me back)

Then I feel frustration when people in other departments complain so much. They complain that not enough is getting done when we’re doing everything we can with what we’re given from the higher system and we’ve made serious strides and progress given those constraints, and a lot of good has come of it despite the roadblocks, but they can only look at the negative and what isn’t at their expectations and complain about everything, but then don’t want to acknowledge any progress or use their power to talk to the people who can actually control things and make the issues they’re complaining about better.

Idk I just *screams* I’m tired and I’m not happy at work and it’s stretching into other aspects of my life. I want better balance and a job that isn’t physically destroying me because of the commute and toying with my mental health because of the mind games because of the lack of energy and bandwidth to do the things I love after said commute. I’m applying everywhere I can because I want out of this industry and to a new one, and I feel like I’m viewed as either underqualified or overqualified because of the degrees and my age or what my age is perceived to be because of my second masters, and the lack of companies/corporate count against me too , and I just ugh I feel like I won’t be able to find something else and it’s been making me feel even more trapped than I already do

[genshin-impact-writings]

Hello JJ!! Sorry for not being too active here lately, life and work have gotten faster and i need to take one day and read through all your new stuff because I've been busy as hell

Hope you have a good day!! ♥️♥️♥️

Hey there! 🥰 You have nothing to apologize for, sorry if I made you feel like you had. I completely understand that real life gets in the way sometimes! Take your time to relax and make sure not to overwork yourself. I'm hella busy and stressed myself and I noticed how important it is to take a step back and just breathe. You've got this! ❤️

[rjshepherd]

Pls.... pls can I have some soft karl, maybe he hasn't slept in a few days and reader is trying to get him to sleep? I feel like he overworks himself especially when he has an idea

Ok so I am soft for soft Karl . I'm going to live vicariously through this ask buts boy oh boyarde it's been a hard week and I need some fluff. i am currently very sleep deprived myself so at the very least, im writing from experience.

Sleepy Karl headcanons

-Karl gets hella cranky when he's tired. I don't like to infantilize people but he really is like a damn toddler who just needs a juicebox and a nap. Everything irritates him but he doesn't have the energy to be angry so he just scowls and huffs and pouts and grumbles until you finally have enough and force him to bed.

- he's one of those people who refuse to rest in the middle of something. like if he stops, he knows he won't want to start again so he tries to power through. it has yet to work but his faith in himself is to be admired.

-He gets to a point of maximum snappiness and i think that's when you are best stepping in, putting your foot down and saying "look its time for sleep, the work will still be here when you wake up".

- he has 2 moods of being sleep deprived. 1st is a total drama queen, going on and on about how tired he is and how much he wants to pack this shit in and go to bed but he won't because needs to do just one more thing. He's snappy and grumpy and short with everyone you and himself included. Thankfully this is usually fixed with one or two good nights rest.

-2nd version is a lot quieter and honestly a lot more worrying. Either he doesn't sleep at all or he sleeps for 16 hours at a time and still wakes up exhausted. This doesn't happen often but you've noticed it happening more and more recently, as he steps up production of his metal army . He's got a lot going on in his head and is stressed beyond belief with everything thats going on. He's not snappy or angry or grumpy with you but he does keep insisting he's fine. I guess he just doesn't want you to worry.

-the only thing that helps him when he's like this is time passing and support from you. Don't become overbearing with him because he'll just retreat further. tell him once or twice you're there for him, he can come talk to you if he wants to and leave it at that. its going to take a few weeks but he'll be back to normal eventually.

-I think the best way to get him to go to bed is to just go yourself. don't bother staying up with him because he is stubborn as shit and there's no sense in the both of you having ruined sleeping patterns.

-by all means, make a show of going to bed. Start yawning about an hour before you go, make sure he sees you so he catches your yawns. go put your pajamas on and sit near him for a little while so he knows you're getting ready to go. Maybe shivver a little and say "gosh its cold tonight" so he knows you don't want to sleep alone. if you have a night time ritual like a bath or a cup of tea, try and include him in that or at least announce that you're doing it. the whole idea is to put the thought of sleep in his mind so that when you finally say "im going to bed, are you coming too?" he's more likely to say yes.

- when he's in that second kind of mood however, i wouldn't bother. stay up with him for a while, bring a blankie if you think you might fall asleep on the sofa but don't pressure him to go to bed with you. ask if he wants to talk about it but if not, try to keep things light. If he wants to talk in general or just hear your voice, distract him, if he wants to concentrate, let him. He needs to work this out in his head by himself before he can get any sort of peace and you sort of just need to leave him to it.

- if you do go to bed, maybe try and check on him if you wake up during the night. Often times you'll come downstairs or into his quarters and find him passed out at his desk. throw a blanket around him but dont wake him up, because he'll go right back to work.

- When he finally caves and comes to bed with you he's just going to faceplant into the duvet and pillows, clothes and boots still on. He's going to lie on top and wait for you to invite him in under the sheets. When hes super tired like this,he just wants to be taken care of ; pull off his jacket for him, toss his hat and glasses on the night stand and pull the blankets over him.

-he's not needy by any stretch of the imagination but he is a little clingy when he's tired. He gets cold and wants your warmth, wants you to be big spoon and stroke his back or play with his hair while he falls asleep. I hope you dont mind having a lie in because if he falls asleep holding onto you he absolutely will not let go.

there you go nonnie! i am extremely tired but i have work tomorrow and about 20 asks still to do :D

[snoopdoodle]

OMG!! Snoop, it was amazing! I’m a little sad that, I didn’t find about you until now. Your writing is so great! And are your request open or are you not taking request right now because of the collaborative. (It’s ok if there not)You can make a part 2 of Ranboo dad Reader. 🏳️‍🌈 Anarchy [I say this with all of my favorite authors, but if I’m bothering you tell me please tell me]

Ahh!! Anarchy the beloved!! Of course you can have a part 2!! The link for part 1 is right below !! Also, if I had spaced this out like I was taught in english, this would be hella long-

FIRST PART \\ THRID PART

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Dad, but not // pt. 2

platonic!ranboo x male!reader, platonic!benchtrio x male!reader

pronouns: he/him

summary: kinda angsty second part to my story

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You cackled in the background as your son was blown up by a creeper. Your laugh was contagious as Tubbo started laughing with you. You slapped your knee from laughing so much. Tubbo tried to stand up, but he fell, which made you all laugh harder. “Don’t get an aneurysm, dad,” Ranboo told, and this just made you suffocate more. “Holy sh-i-i-i-t, hehe..” you spoke between laughter. “‘Don’t get an aneurysm’- heh-HEH” You tried to quote, but it just turned into a coughing/laughing fit. You groaned as your throat felt sore. “Dad, please don’t die,” Your son worried, and you pat his shoulder. “Not dying any time soon,” You started, your smile kind of turning forced.

You’d yet to tell the boys, Ranboo and his friends, that you would be leaving soon. You were happy and upset. You were only in England to do work. You could rent out a place here and leave it to one of your English friends who works in England as well. Maybe you could just buy a house here… no that would cost too much- “DAD! Are you ok? You’re zoning out.” Ranboo asked. You hadn’t realized it yet, but you had been ignoring Ranboo speaking to you. When Tubbo tried, you didn’t even reply. The both of them and chat had started to get worried. Ranboo ended up grabbing your shoulders and shaking them a few times.

“Y-yeah, I-I-I’m ok boys, I think I need to sit down for a second,” you informed. Now they were even more worried. You sat down on the couch and put your face in your hands. You had a killer headache. ‘I’m overworking myself.’ you thought, annoyed. You had asked your boss for a break multiple times, but he hadn’t responded. You thought about it for another second before deciding. You would skip a few days of work, hang out with the boys, then you would tell them. Or you’d tell them, then have your fun day…. days. Telling them after seems better. “Alrighty, I think we’re gonna end stream now, folks! Have a good day, bye!” Ranboo spoke. That was what snapped you out of your ideas.

Ranboo turned to you and sadly smiled. “You doing ok, pops?” He asked, He rarely used that name for you. Of course, you felt bad. You stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that came to your head. “Don’t worry about be kiddo… and I’m sorry for making you worry. I was thinking of stuff,” You answered, smiling as you felt Ranboo un-tense and lean into the hug. Tubbo huffed and walked into the hug as well. You moved your arm so it was wrapped around both of the boys. “By the way, Tubbo, do you have any Tylenol… or Aspirin?” You asked, ruining the mood, but making the 2 laugh.

“Yeah, we do. I’ll go get you some,” He spoke as he left the hug. Ranboo let go so Tubbo could get you some meds for your headache. Ranboo smiled, asking you s question. “So, what were you thinking of that had you so…” He stopped, as he couldn’t think of the word. “Disassociated?” You replied, “Yeah, I was thinking we could do something together. Me, you, Tommy, Tubbo, and maybe someone else if you want to invite someone.” You informed. Ranboo’s smile widened and he nodded his head. “Y-yeah! That sounds awesome!” He grinned. He hadn’t taken off his mask or glasses, but you could feel the happiness radiating off him.

“Ok, ok, kid. Let me get it planned, alright?” You spoke, chuckling. You had ford a smile onto your face as Tubbo came back into the room. He handed you the meds and a glass of water. You nodded a silent ‘ thank you ‘ to him. Ranboo grabbed Tubbo’s hand and dragged him to watch a movie. “You coming, dad?” he asked, you shook your head no and pointed to your phone and he gave a look of understanding. You walked outside and took note of the stormy clouds. You dialed the number and gave a smile when she answered. “Hey, Kristin,” you greeted into the phone. You smiled as she gave a polite hello back. “I need to ask you something,” you started. “Hm?” She hummed. You could hear her cooking in the background.

“I have to tell the boys that I’m goin’ back home soo, and I don’t know how..” You ranted, frowning into the phone. You heard a creak and turned around. The door was open. “Hm?” You questioned. You closed that door, didn’t you? Oh well. You walked back to the door and shut it firmly. “Well, I’d say you just flat out tell them. You should see how they take it, and then do something with them,” You laughed into the phone and shook your head. “That was my plan already!” You exclaimed with a grin. She laughed into the phone and you could hear her tap the counter. “Well I say you just go with your plan,” She told you. You grinned and nodded.

“Alrighty then, have a good day, Kristin,” you chuckled. “You too, [Name],” She told before hanging up. You held the phone, taking a deep breath. You walked back to the door, opening it softly and stepping inside. You could hear the thunder roar from outside so you were lucky to make it in soon enough. You walked through the halls. You heard a sniff and you stopped. “Hello?” You asked before stepping into the living room. Ranboo tuned to you and you could see his puffy eyes. “Are you really going back home soon?” He asked. Your eyes went wide and you sighed, putting your head down. You nodded to him and he sniffed again.

You walked back to the boy and pat his back. Tubbo sighed and put his head down, starting to tear up as well. He enjoyed having you here as much as Ranboo did. “I-Is that why you wanted to have a fun day?” He questioned and you nodded. “I was actually thinking of how I could stay longer.” Ranboo and Tubbo’s eyes widened as they listened to your explanation. “I want to stay longer, I really do kid. My company had only paid the hotel for the 2-week stay I have, so I couldn’t stay longer than that,” You told them with a frown. You sighed again and put your head into your arms.

“I’m sorry. Let’s just have a fun day together. You can invite that Tommy kid, if your parents’ll allow it Tubbo,” You sadly chuckled. Ranboo and Tubbo smiled at how you were trying to make things better. Ranboo called Tommy as Tubbo called his parents. Tubbo and Tommy’s parents agreed, so he walked on over. You all decided to have a sleepover-type thing. Tommy would stay over for the next 4 days that you are over. You all would stream, cook, vlog, and watch a couple movies. This should be fun. The first day you all hung out, you decided to do a cooking stream. You made a great bowl of pasta… besides the fact that Tommy spilled the sauce multiple times and Ranboo dropped the pasta noodles, breaking them into bits.

The second day, You all streamed a ‘you laugh, you lose’ stream. You didn’t laugh once, although you were very close. People had found it funny when you clapped to the song “Two Trucks” on beat. Ranboo’s hand had flown to his mouth, Tubbo had busted out laughing, and it took Tommy a seconds since he didn’t know what the song was. Chat had busted out laughing, and you only knew to do that because of how many times you had heard it from Ranboo. The other funny part was when someone donated a clip from the song “WAP”, and you had sung it word for word. Yeah… you successfully made the boys lose 2 lives… each.

On the third day, you all didn’t stream, but instead watched a movie. You decided to watch the Toy Story saga. All of you cried since you are all children. On the fourth day, you all went to a Halloween store that had opened early and vlogged there. It was all fun and games… till you all got kicked out cause, out of surprise and fear, you punched (and broke) one of the animatronics. The vlog was about 20 minutes long, so you thought it was pretty successful. Although, in the end, since you had run out of footage, you decided to do some small clips of you telling stories from America before your met Ranboo’s family.

And then you had the last day, today. Tomorrow you’d be going home. It was about 2 in the morning as you layed down. Captain America was playing in the background as the boys slept. Ranboo was cuddled up to your side, as was Tubbo. Tommy, however, was resting on the other side of the couch. Earlier in the night, he claimed that he didn’t need affection, but you knew he just didn’t want to get ‘picked on’ by Ranboo and Tubbo. You smiled as the boys shifted in their hold. Yeah, you’d miss them like hell. But hey, you just had the best 5 days of your life and, honest;y, you think you might be coming back soon.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

The cure for hand cramps

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!

Ok but like it should be a well known FACT that Rui has ticklish palms (ok thats a joke plz dont take it seriously) ...and i wanna exploit that lmaoooo

Yknow, Rui is a hardworker, so i hc him to have gross and sweaty palms like mine XD

Look at this sleeping beauty~ Your welcome btw

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Rui x Tsukasa (romantic but interpret as you wish:))

Ler: Tsukasa

Lee: Rui

Warnings: Tickles! Hands??

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Rui had been working long hours on a new robot of his. Tsukasa kept pestering him to take a break, but Rui being the stubborn perfectionist he is didn't listen.

Tsukasa was currently on the living room couch, watching tv, while Rui kept working in his room. After what felt like an eternity to Tsukasa, Rui walked into the living room with a guilty smile on his face, rubbing his hand.

"So...I may or may not have overworked myself a teensy little bit".

"*Sigh* I tried telling you many times to take a break, you dummy. Come here" Tsukasa patted the couch for Rui to sit next to him. He sat next to Tsukasa and his concerned boyfriend quickly took his hand to inspect it.

"It's just a hand cramp, it's not THAT big of a deal...".

"Well it is to me! So shut up and let me help you...!".

Rui pouted like an angry little kid, Tsukasa couldn't help but smile a little at that...but no! He had to keep a tough act and not give in to his boyfriend's cuteness.

Tsukasa is definitely the mom of the group as he always gets concerned of everyones wellbeing. When he isn't boasting about his good deeds like a weirdo, he genuinly is a very good person.

Tsukasa started to softly rub along the cramped area along Rui's hand, making sure not to hurt him any further. What he wasn't expecting was the giggle that came out of Rui's mouth.

"What's so funny?" Tsukasa lifted an eyebrow towards Rui.

"N-nohothing! It just tickles a bit is all...!" Tsukasa could've died of cuteness right there, his boyfriend has ticklish hands?! And he never told him?!!! The nerve!

"You have ticklish hands?! How cute is that?!" Tsukasa started to softly stroke his fingertips along Rui's palm, sending him into a giggle fit.

"Wahahait! Tsukahasa! It reheally tickles!".

"Aww, does Rui have cute ticklish hands~? Tickle tickle~!" With that, Tsukasa started to gently scribble his nails along Rui's palm.

"EEEEYAHAHAHAHA! TSUKAHAHAHASA! STAHAHAHAP IHIT!" Rui was full on laughing at this point, his smile is so big and bright, his cheeks turning a deep red, and laughter that could cure anyone's depression, yup he's the definition of adorable.

"Hmmm...does it tickle when I do this??" Tsukasa brought Rui's hand up to his face and started to softly kiss all along his palm.

"EEEEEP! TS-TSUKAHASA! DOHOHON'T DO THAHAT!" Tsukasa's heart almost stopped at Rui's squeal, who knew he could produce such cute sounds?!

"Don't do what~?".

"T-TICKLE MEHEHEHE!" Rui was in such hysterics, he didn't realize the mistake he made until it was too late.

"If you say so sweetie~" Tsukasa inhaled as much air as he could and proceeded to blow many consecutive raspberries on Rui's hand.

"WAHAHAHA! TSUKAHAHAHASA! STAHAHAHAHA-!" Poor Rui's laughter went silent after just a few raspberries. Tsukasa decided to show some mercy and stopped his tickle attack, leaving Rui catching his breath, with some residual giggles coming out.

"Heheheh...was all that really necessary...?".

"Of course it was! Ticklish hands isn't something you see everyday~! Also, how is your hand feeling?".

"...Surprisingly better actually" Tsukasa smirked at that.

"Looks like my technique did work after all! I really am amazing aren't I~" Rui playfully smacked Tsukasa.

"Hehe your such a dork. Now come cuddle me, 'm feeling sleepy..." Tsukasa smiled at him fondly.

"Anything for you dearest~!" Rui giggled at Tsukasa's silly antics as they both cuddled on the couch and fell into a peaceful slumber.

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I feel like this is hella short, but i feel that way about my previous pj sekai fics so eh

Hope you enjoyed :D

[thailacs]

T’s Astro Observations📝 (pt. 1)

Hello! some of these may be inaccurate. i’m aware that aspects, house placement, and the development of each placement matters. sorry in advance if i come off extremely opinionated! blame my virgo mercury /j

taurus risings, myself included, tend to have thin lips with thick or ambiguous-looking noses. we literally look like cows ~ beautiful, elegant ones of course

i’ve noticed that capricorn suns are hella talkative😭like i’ve sat and listened to all my capricorn friends for hours. i love it tho LOL you guys are sooo funny and everything you talk abt is really interesting.

okay so we all know that every sag sun has a huge ego right?? the fact that everyone likes them boosts tf out of their ego. it can actually be annoying sometimes but i love yall regardless lolz

cancer rising w fire moon seem so nice and nurturing AT FIRST then once you get to know them they can be unpleasant to be around bc they turn every subject into a story abt themselves. it can feel like they don’t listen to anything you just said. (this one is really dependable on development btw)

i seen a post that said libra risings usually always crave some sort of relationship, and yeah. they always want someone. but once they realize they dont need anyone, then they can be extremely independent.

sagittariuses usually trick themselves into thinking they don’t need anyone when they see no one wants them, or when someone wants them “too much.”

leo suns, i love you and you are appreciated. coming from a leo sun. we deserve more, also your insecurities are an illusion babe. you’re human. no one pays attention to them as much as you do. same goes for virgo placements.

underdeveloped aries placements are REALLY annoying. also can have obsessive crushes all the time, which is annoying too.

if you have your mercury in your 5th house or mars-mercury conjunction , has anyone ever told you to keep your voice down? i’ve always been told to be quiet while i thought i was talking normal. its so painful🥲

when a scorpio moon is in love, they will not shut the f**k up abt their significant other. i’m one and i’ve been guilty of this LOL

gemini venuses can be one of the most loyal and devoted lovers ever, aspects and house placement is extremely important though.

Nicki Minaj is a sun dominant. that’s all i need to say. also, she has a sag sun. like… THIS IS A GOOD THING OBVIOUSLY

Nicki has mentioned that whenever she has been put in a position where she doesn’t feel good enough or she can’t do anything, she walks away from it. very sun dominant of her.

virgo placement culture is coming off unbothered when in reality they’re dying on the inside. but they’ll refuse to talk about it. especially when someone asks if they’re okay.

5th house synastry - the relationship is likely to not last but you’ll have an amazing time. it can last long tho!! but other synastry placements and aspects have to indicate that.

venus in 9th house syastry - traveling a lot together and many discussions about your mindset. lots of new things to gain from one another.

chiron in 9th house indicates always trying to change your philosophy for the better. could cause burn out so give yourself a break when you feel foggy. you have a whole life to learn, don’t overwork yourself beb

mars in virgo may be guilty of judging others for having poor hygiene.

okay i’m done, thanks for reading! this is my first post but yeah i’ll make more astrology posts in the future. byeeeeeee

[clone-wars-imagine-2]

Bad Batch Preference: How they react when you make a doll for them that looks like them

A/N: This idea comes from a friend on discord, I hope you enjoy this.

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Sergeant Hunter: To begin with, you were hella bored and flying through hyperspace for 10 hours straight was making you insane. Meditation could only pass that much time, so you decided to start a little project for the remaining time until you would reach Coruscant again. Soon enough you gathered all materials and started to make a little doll. You didn’t have any particular thing in mind you wanted the doll to look like but having Hunter sit right across from you with his datapad in hand was a convenient thing. It only took you 2 ½ hours until the doll was finished, now you only had to show Hunter. “Hunter! I need to show you something really important!” You said dragging out the really, a grin plastered on your face. His response was a simple ‘aha’ but he glanced up from his reports to look at you for a moment. He seemed tired which made your heart ache, he is always overworking himself. You took the doll from behind your back and held it out to him. Hunter looked surprised at the sight of the doll and laid his datapad down, reaching forward to grab the little fabric version of him. He could see all the details you did, you even put a little bandana on the doll. The Sergeant was speechless to say the least. “Do you like it? I made it for you.” You made it for him… “Of course I do. I love it! Thank you, kar’ta.” “You're welcome, Love.”

Crosshair: Building something was one of your hobbies you had since you were a kid, it was always something you could do on your own, inside or even outside. You build things out of wood, metal, fabrics, flowers and basically everything you could find. So whenever the boys were out of the ship, getting supplies or doing assignments the thought would be too dangerous for you to tag along on they left you to look after the havoc marauder. This was one of those occasions. You’ve been sitting in the pilot seat for the past few hours making something for Crosshair. You weren’t quite sure if he would like it or not but if the latter would happen you’d just keep the little doll of him for yourself. Holding the doll up you looked it once over before deciding you were finished. It looked exactly like Crosshair, you even went as far as to carefully draw on his tattoo. You smiled and decided to put it away until he came back. It didn’t take long for your boys to come back and leave the planet as fast as possible. When everything calmed down you went to Crosshair, telling him you made something for him. He gave you a sceptical look but followed you to your quarters you had on the ship. Turning around you presented him with the doll.  “You made a doll of myself? For me?” You nod your head and beamed up at him with one of your smiles. “It looks hideous.” You saw that coming. “But it’s you!” “I know.” “You want me to take it back?”  “No it’s mine.”

Tech: Getting to spend time with Tech was hard after the Bad Batch stopped protecting you and your father after they catched the people who were after you. Now it wasn’t certain when and for how long you would see him again and it killed the both of you. The last time he came to visit he gifted you a necklace with a small piece of his armor hanging off it. He said it was so something from him was always with you and protected you. It was by far your most prized possession and you never put it off since you got it. So you decided to make something for him. You were amazing when it came to the knowledge of advanced technologies and new inventions but building something on your own wasn’t something you could say you were good at. So the only plausible thing to do was ask your mother for help which she gladly lended. Together you two made a little doll, it was only a few inches in size but it looked so much like Tech it made your heart ache for him even more. It even had a small replica of his goggles on. Now you only had to wait for him to arrive home. It was another two months before you got the message from Tech that they would be heading back to get some downtime. You were filled with exaltation and couldn’t wait until he was back, but you were also nervous about what he would think of the doll. You would find out soon enough. It wasn’t until a few hours of him being back and the two of you cuddling in bed that you showed him his little present. Tech was more than just surprised and you could swear you saw him stop breathing for a few seconds. A smile spread across his face and he gave you a kiss on the forehead, pulling you closer and nuzzling his face into your hair. “I love it, mesh’la. I will always keep it with me.” You blushed at the little word of endearment and hid your face in his chest. “Glad you like it, handsome.” Guess who is blushing now. 

Wrecker: You were set at home on one of the few days you could take off, waiting for Wrecker to arrive after one of their missions. He had commed you earlier in the day, letting you know he would be there today and that he got some more stuff for you. The clones didn’t earn a lot of money so Wrecker never really bought much but he brought some stuff back for you that he found on his journeys. Be it intriguing  looking stones, beautiful flowers he pressed under some weights to preserve them or shells he found on shores. Seeing all the little things lying on their own little shelf in the living room you took the opportunity of being alone for a little while longer and started making something you knew Wrecker would like. Wrecker owned a tooka doll he so fondly called Lula that you decided it could use a little friend and what better friend would there be than a smaller version of your boyfriend himself!  It took you longer than you would like to admit until you got the hang of stitching the doll together. You were a mechanic, an inventor, not a sewer! But thankfully Wrecker wouldn’t arrive until late in the night as he told you in a message. Great, more time to figure out how to not poke you in the fingers 50 times in a row. You finished the doll around 11pm, mere ten minutes before he arrived. When Wrecker arrived he crushed you in one of his tight hugs which you endured with a smile, by now you were used to his strength. He immediately started rambling about the mission and taking the stuff out he collected for you during his time away when you stopped him. “Before you continue darling, I want to show you something I made for you. I-” “You made something for me?! When?!” You let out a laugh and smiled up at him. “Today, I had some time and thought you might appreciate it.”  Wrecker immediately begged to see it and how could you keep him waiting? You showed him the doll of himself, it was by all means the first thing you ever made in that regard but it didn’t look too bad, and it resembled him which you wanted! His eyes lit up the second they met the doll and he took it out of your hands. “This is amazing! And it looks like me! I will put myself right next to Lula so she isn’t alone!” A laugh bubbled out of your chest and you looked fondly at him. “That was my intention. Glad we are both on the same page.” You got pulled in another bone crushing hug and you savoured every second of it.

Echo: It has been over a year in which you thought that Echo was dead. After the Citadel mission Fives and Rex came to you, bearing bad news. The moment you saw them you knew and cried your eyes out for weeks. You couldn’t believe he was just gone like that, taken from you from moment to the other. Both Rex and Fives tried to help you and they succeeded in some ways until Fives passed away.  You had thrown yourself in your work for the senate, doing everything not to think about how your heart ached for the love of your life and your best friend who were gone. When your body finally broke down, telling you to rest and to process you did. In memory of the both of them you made two little dolls, the one of Fives you put right next to his gravestone. You did everything to make sure he got buried and his body wasn’t used for scientific research by the Kaminoans.  The doll of Echo you always kept close to you. There was no body you could bury or mourn so this was the only alternativ you got, and it helped, it really did. And then Rex commed you, telling you Echo was alive right before one of your most important senate meetings. It was another few days from when they brought Echo back to when you were allowed to see him and your heart stopped when you saw him. What have they done to him? Tears filled your eyes and you threw yourself at him, not letting him go as you thought he might disappear again. Echo was very hesitant at first, fearing he could hurt you with his prosthetics, yet he still forced those thoughts from his mind and enveloped you in his arms.  You talked for the maker knows how long, trying to comprehend what the other went through while giving as much comfort as possible. Every time Echo would flinch at your contact, even if it was tiny, your heart felt like it got stabbed a thousand times. When he carefully reached for your hand and told you he was leaving with the Bad Batch you tried to protest but he shut it down, telling you he had to do it and you only nod. “I promise you that I will come back, I always do, don’t I?” Echo had a smaller version of his usual sly smile on his face and for the first time in a long while you felt your heart melt again. You smiled softly at him, leaning closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I know you do, but before you go I want to give you something.” , you mumbled against the skin of his cheek, taking out the small doll you made months ago. Carefully you handed it to him and watched his face for his reaction. You could see tears gather in the corner of his eyes and you pulled him closer. “I made it a while after you… Well…” Echo shushed you and looked up into your face, smiling. “I will keep this close to me so whenever I see it I will think about you, cyar’ika.” 

[katsukikitten]

I present to you overworked. A comfort one shot I made hella quick for @mindninjax myself and anyone else who needs some bakugou comfort today. Please enjoy and let Bakugou be here for you if no one else can. 😊

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Your phone softly vibrates on your desk as your eyes burn from staring at a screen filled with information that is familiar, information that you should know but just cannot retain. 

Or focus. 

So your phone is a happy distraction as you reach for it, only to be slightly annoyed by to a message from your hot headed friend. 

Grumpyasshole: Oi, haven't heard from you in that stupid ass group chat all week. Dunce face and shitty hair wanna know what's pissed in your cheerios 

Tongue in your cheek you debate on replying. You had ignored a slew of messages from your friends, in the group chat and even your dms sat smiling faces trapped in their little bubbles but you had always turned your phone face down. Too caught up in stress to be able to fulfill any social quota but your friends must have been desperate to convince the token grump of the group to message you. Privately at that. 

In a matter of seconds your thumbs slide across the virtual keyboard, knowing you could be honest with Bakugou, that the Pro hero could handle any sort of emotional load with ease. 

You thought it most likely because he did not care in the first place to store the baggage, at least not anywhere for long. 

You: Just feeling really run down from work. I think I'm over my head but probably too prideful to admit. Lol. Please tell everyone I'm sorry, that I'm just busy and I'll be back on my bullshit hopefully by Friday. 

Before you can even set your phone down you see that Bakugou leaves you on read. Your snort softly as you shake your head, tossing your phone aside for work. 

"Typical." You mutter to yourself. Reaching for your iced coffee only to find it empty. You debate if you should take a trip to get more. On one hand the air, despite the rain would do you good, you're sure your deskmate would gladly take a coffee. On the other, everyone in the office would stuff your hands with bills and credit cards begging you'd bring them some of that sweet nectar back. No one would care that you wouldn't haven't a hand for your umbrella and your hair would get totally fucked. 

So you decide to suffer in silence, as you always do. 

Hours slip through your fingers before your eyes glance at the small clock on the bottom right hand side of your computer. Steadily counting the minutes in the small banner. You sigh. Bringing your head down between your arms as your fingers lightly fist your hair at your nape. You felt as if you accomplished nothing, what with how much was left. 

At least your desk was clean and your shirt was cute, a good view for a few spine numbing minutes. You think you smell caramel wafting through the air, a part of you annoyed that your desk mate would venture the rain for her normal caramel latte without offering 

This is how Bakugou finds you when he approaches your desk, a sneer settled on his handsome features. Dirt and sweat clinging to his skin and the dark fabric of his hero suit. He crosses his arms, long gone are the obnoxious grenade gauntlets as his chest puffs. 

People in the office are staring at the blonde, his jagged domino mask making his garnet eyes that much more intense. Tension rises in the air as you're so oblivious, still collecting yourself silently praying that when you look back up the clock would read closer to five. 

"Oi." His voice is a deep rumble, not belonging in the office. No it belonged in the living room of your crazy packed house to one of your many roommates. It belonged at a bar, nagging that it's time to go when you were too drunk to fend off any prying hands, pestering you about your feet as he dragged you home. This voice belonged in the kitchen fussing at Denki for the stupid memes he puts in the group chat when all of you were 'right fucking here'. 

This voice did not belong in the office and so a part of you thinks you're seriously losing your shit before you glance up at the clock. Time moved like a sloth for you since the last you looked only ten minutes had passed. Kronos laughing at your plea of having time continue to move as light speed only to seemingly stop. 

"OI! Is yer head so far up yer ass ya can't fuckin hear me now, Princess?" Wait, who was using that nickname? 

That nickname thrust upon you by that grumpy asshole roommate once he saw how "high maintenance" you were when clearly you just cared about yourself for yourself. He did it as a jest but it made your whole body heat and go rigid every damn time. 

And he took notice in it. 

Delight even. 

And took notice in the way you hadn't been putting in much effort for yourself. Not taking the time for your hair, or your skincare routine that you forced on the whole house. Everyone dewy in their own right. How you look disheveled and bewildered now as you turned to face him. 

Large eyes going doe like, mouth forming in the smallest O that had him shifting his weight from one foot to the other because of his darker, lingering thoughts. 

How would you sound when he was buried…

He cuts the thought off with a pop of his skin, pulling you to your feet from your desk. 

"What are you doing?" Your voice cracks from shock, worry and a bit of venom leaks through but you make no effort to break free. 

"Wrap this shit up. I told yer boss I need your dumb ass for something." 

"Like what? I-" Bakugou cuts you off by leaning in close, eyes dark as he presses his lips to the shell of your ear. 

"You need a fucking day off. So I told your boss to fuck off and that you're coming home with me." His tone absolute. So you save your last bit of work, clock out before Bakugou passes you your jacket. He glares into the glass of your manager's office and you notice him crumble beneath that infamous burning gaze. 

Part of you wonders what Bakugou had really said, wonders if you'd still had a job. 

The two of you stand under the awning of your office building. The rain coming down in sheets, thick enough it almost blurs the cityscape.  Bakugou sighs, tension leaving his body as he tilts his neck. It cracks from the effort. 

"So what...what are we gonna do?" 

"I'm going to take your stupid ass home. Force you to shower while I order take out, then I'm going to set your overworked ass on the couch and we are going to watch that fucking movie you never shut up about. Got it Princess?" He fixes you a glare and is extra careful to drag out your nickname ever so slightly as he leans towards you. Your faces are close together, your heart in your throat as you try to push down these stupid, fleeting feelings you've had for the hot head since the six of you moved into that almost run down house. 

But you never could shake them. 

You senses fill with spiced caramel, easing the tension of your shoulders. 

"G-got it."