#but it will never ever ever give me a liveable income

[neurodivergent-loverboy]

I do appreciate the sentiment of "the time will pass anyway", I really do. However I've now dropped out of college three times and am still, at minimum, several years of schooling away from a degree, and the problem with "the time will pass anyway" in this scenario is that it's an incomplete response that assumes the problem is a lot simpler than it really is. "The time will pass anyway, and your family will be suffering through poverty until you can get a job again, and you'll be building up even more lifelong debt the entire time, and after all that you still might not finish school." Try that one on for size.

[leggerefiore]

ok the pinned post is like. 2 years ago so idk if ur requests are still open. BUT CONSIDER. Established relationship tom nook x reader. hes tired and stressed over work and you (the reader) tries to get him to unwind/treat him with a blow job. im picturing it soft and very praise filled but do what you feel is right!

yeah they're open lmao, I edit the post pretty often enough

cw: 18+ content, blow jobs, short

pairing: Tom Nook/Reader

Tom Nook was a busy man.

Even when he was just a humble shop owner, he spent his time managing his wares and striving to give impeccable customer service that would woo him a loyal customer base. Not to mention, he was constantly looking for an extra way to get his leg up in the world.

Real estate had been his answer, of course. It netted him quite a large sum of money that he reinvested into his store, thus allowing himself to earn an even larger income. There were even extra benefits – Such as meeting the person he would dare call the love of his life. Truly, he had become quite successful in the field. That was how he ended up leaving the retail part of his business in the trusted hold of his apprentices.

Nook Homes was truly one of his most successful businesses. He was a trusted face in ensuring one got a good home in the location that suited one best. Perhaps it was natural that he wished to take it another step up – He believed one could never truly stop exploring new ventures. Which was how he ended up on a deserted island with the intentions of building a liveable, peaceful community. Of course, that meant tireless work that consumed his schedule even more than his previous work could have ever dreamed to.

Though, he had many moving parts involved in this that he dared not even consider the thought of it being too much. Others felt differently.

You basically had trapped him in your shared apartment space at Resident Services. He likely easily could have physically moved you, but he felt oddly weak at your distressed expression. He had just taken a nap on his lunch break and had the full intention of returning to his tasks lest poor Isabelle be overwhelmed. You seemed uninterested in allowing that to happen. Somehow, you had made him sit down on the bed while you stood over him.

“Dear…” He tried to protest again, “I have to return—” His words were cut off by you dropping to your knees and beginning to undo his shorts button. He moved to stop your hands, but you gave an expression that made him freeze. In just a few seconds, you had managed to get out his cock. Nook blinked, but any protests he might have spoken were silenced when your hand began to slowly pump. A groan escaped his throat before he shook his head.

His hands fell to his side on order to grasp the duvet for grounding. It had been far too long since he had allowed himself anything sexual – This, of course, meant you had been without, too. You clearly were tired of waiting. Suddenly, he felt a bit bad. That failed to last long, however. You leaned in to give a light lick to his cock head. A sound got caught in his throat. His lidded eyes could only watch as you grew more confident to take the head into your mouth. The feeling was something he had missed. Your soft flesh and dull teeth – Humans just seemed so defenceless to him, but he adored how they seemed in bed. Your hand pumped at the lower part as you took a bit more into your mouth to swirl your tongue around.

“Dear,” he managed to get out even as you continued your all too pleasurable ministrations, “... You're truly too much for me… How did I ever end up with someone as lovely as you?” The soft words truly felt strange when contrasted with the image of you sucking his cock. Though, you clearly repaid them by giving a squeeze to his forming knot. A loud groan left him as he finally brought a paw to thread into your hair and have you bob your head. Light thrusts met your movements as he let himself finally get lost in the pleasure.

Too long – Sincerely, too long.

He felt himself growing close and tried to pull you away to finish himself off. Yet, you refused to budge and made everything all the worst by daring to sneak a hand in to massage his balls. Had he not been so lost in a nearing orgasm, he would recall a remark about how large they were. He let out a sound almost like a snarl as he came suddenly. The combined feeling of your mouth and his balls being toyed with finally broke him over his limit.

His eyes squeezed close for just a moment. Only to then open them and see you swallow down the cum that had been shot into your mouth. A sigh left him at the sight as he laid back on bed. You crawled up after him and found yourself using his body like a pillow. An arm lazily came around you. He would repay Isabelle later.

For now, he felt the urge to reciprocate.

[not-poignant]

If you don't mind me asking why did you stop working as a professional artist? Your work is amazing! I could totally see your animal artwork being in kids picture books or even on wrapping paper

Hi anon!

I'm so so glad you enjoy the art! That makes me happy. Feel free to check out my DeviantArt because there's a lot more there than elsewhere. :D (Eventually I'll probably be using ArtStation or something like that too dsalkfjsa).

I stopped working as a professional artist because of money. I make more money as a writer than I ever could as an artist, despite giving art my all. Not to mention that art gave me repetitive strain injuries in my wrists (that I still have to this day) as well as eye-strain and a few other physical ailments that I still have to be careful of.

While writing is hard on the body, it could never be as hard or challenging as my particular art style was. And after a while it just got hard to justify working that hard, in that much pain, for like 0.50c an hour. And while I don't make that much more these days, I definitely make more for less suffering!

But yeah it was purely a financial/economical decision. I still actually do make art! But I no longer do commissions, and I pretty much only do it when I feel like it. But some of the things I've done this year alone include:

I think professional traditional art is also in some ways less disability friendly than writing. Or at least the kind of writing I do. I'm a traditional artist, and the easiest ways to make money as a traditional artist are to go the gallery circuit, which requires visiting galleries, pitching to them, and being seen at gallery shows (all things I could not do), or to go the mass production circuit via selling prints and so on. But I also can't go to print shops. And I can't drive. And I can't get to the post office (Glen posts all my art for me). As a result, I have to use a lot of POD services (and I do have a Redbubble storefront!), and anyway, it just didn't work out.

I still sort of think of ways to monetise the art on occasion. Which is usually trying to go beyond the lifespan of just selling an original piece of art. I tried prints, that didn't didn't work out. I tried colouring pages, that didn't work out. Children's picture books are the least profitable form of writing and art-making out there, unfortunately (people don't know this, but it's the most competitive writing market out of all of them, with the least longevity, because kids grow out of picture books, so while a few authors make a mint, most authors and artists make a pittance). I released an oracle deck and that made me about $900 this year which... is both good and not great or sustainable.

So yeah, that's why. Because while I'm not making a liveable income still, it's more liveable for less labour. My decision to quit art was purely down to income, which is why I know if things get dire with writing, I will do the same with writing, because I have given away a creative career that I loved before.

That being said, I have the particular satisfaction of knowing that my artwork is owned / has been commissioned by a cameraman / cinematographer that worked with David Attenborough across many of his series, and filmed birds of paradise on location more than once (he purchased almost all of my birds of paradise illustrations). By a head zookeeper at London Zoo who got so many pieces we became friends and are mutuals across social media, and I got to meet her in 2019 and she took us 'behind the scenes' to spend a lot of personal time with penguins and we chatted for ages.

Because I've done so much creative natural history illustration I've made connections and friends with biologists and zoologists all over the world, and it's been a humbling privilege to have been able to draw the favourite animals of some people, especially when those animals rarely get artwork in general. And I still love animals, so I do still draw them.

But it likely won't ever be my main job again sdalfkdjs

[inevitably-johnlocked]

✨When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity✨

Hey Nonny!

Ooof this got lost in a bunch of stuff! Sorry about missing it! Only remembered it because I saw a similar ask on my dash hahha.

Seems like a good day to do this, since I'm so tired and exhausted and I need something to make me smile.

Dragons. Just everything and anything with dragons. I'm fascinated with them. If you buy or make me anything with dragons, I automatically love you.

I finally bought myself my iPad I've been saving up for for *literally* 3 years. Because I was saving up for a trip this year that I am no longer taking (was planning a 40th birthday trip to Disney, but now am not going to Florida at all until they get their shit together), I took some of that money also to buy it and bought a top-of-the-line one, the best I could buy at the local Apple store (1TB, 12.9inch Pro... you don't want to know how much it was :|). I love it so much, and it's nice to use it to get off my laptop. I mostly was prompted to buy it now because it was my 40th birthday gift to myself AND my Wacom driver kept crashing my laptop and I'm scared to reinstall it hahah.

Funko Pops. I LOVE them and hate them. I only collect ones from series and shows I like, but I have WAY too many of them that most are in storage right now. I want to get my own home soon so I can display them finally. I am constantly checking the app for upcoming Funkos, and then immediately check my local toy store for their preorders. My local toy store must love me, I have SO much on preorder right now.

Drawing and writing. I'm alright at both, but I've terrible imposter syndrome so I feel like I'm not good at either, mainly because I don't get much traction on either when I post. I've a few people who always help me get it out, but I these days I do it for me, because it makes me happy.

Video Games. Currently playing AC Valhalla, and I LOVE it so much that I ended up buying the Season Pass. I RARELY buy DLC. But the game was SO good and I wanted more, so I needed to play the expansions. PERSONALLY it's my fave of the new trilogy, and because it's a "current" game, it's always got new stuff. Love it. My fave game EVER is Kingdom Hearts 2. I love the story of it so much. Skyrim is a close second – I like Skyrim because I put in over 200 hours in ALL versions I've played, and still there's so much I have to do hahah. AC New Trilogy is third. I liked DA Inquisition but never finished it, and I still have a bunch of games I bought last Christmas I have yet to play, so my list may change... it's highly unlikely though.

So there you have it Nonny! I think it's good I waited until I was in a better mood to answer this... People stopped sending me these because I was always so negative in them, I guess... I hope I get more of things like this when my asks go back on.

Can I also give you 5 things I'm looking forward to? I feel like that will help me keep a positive attitude for a bit.

My current work contract is almost done, and I'll get some downtime before I have to start my normal day-job again. Looking forward to my weekends back.

My broken foot seems to be healing REALLY quick. Yesterday was the first day I woke up without it hurting, and today I've been able to hobble around on my heel (as per my doctor's instructions that I need to start doing once my foot stopped hurting). I'm optimistic that I'll be given the okay to drive again during my next appointment on the 30th. I am going nuts not being able to leave home on my own accord.

So in Canada, we have this thing where you can take out your RSPs tax-free for three things: Retirement, First Time Home Ownership, and Second Education. I set up my RSPs WAY back when I was making piss-poor salary about 10 years ago, and I wanted to make sure that I at LEAST could have SOMETHING when I retired. I recently discovered I maxed out the amount of money I can take out for First Time Homeownership in my RSP, so my plans to home ownership are looking more and more realistic. I just wish owning a home wasn't so expensive where I live (major city in one of the most expensive provinces in Canada). It's hard when you're single-income. Here's hoping that I can make it a reality soon. The idea is a condo, I just have very expensive tastes (safe-neighbourhoods apparently justify a 10,000$+ more in cost :/) so I keep saving into my various accounts and GICs that I set up after I finally was making a liveable salary, so as long as I keep being humble and living below my means, I can finally get what I save up for... if only the cost of housing would SLOW THE FUCK DOWN. It's gone up 100K in just a year. It's insane.

I also saved up enough for a new couch thanks to a second contract I took during my CURRENT contract, which paid me exactly enough for the couch I want to get (I may or may not have strategically negotiated that contract, LOL). I've been needing a new couch for years; the one I currently have, I have sentimental attachment to (it was my dad's and is over 20 years old) but working at home for almost 2 years, I've worn it out and it's SO VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. It's barely staying together. Looking forward to getting it :) ... Was waiting until cooler months since I have to put it together myself (IKEA) and my apt is SO hot in the summer, no way I can do it then.

Having my asks turned back on. I'm sorry, it sounds so cheesy and dumb, but I don't have many RL friends or connections, and you guys help me stay positive and help keep my negative thoughts at bay. The dark thoughts have been coming in a lot lately, to the point where I've convinced myself that no one missed me and no one cares, so it's helped having a few of my regulars and mutuals check up on me in DMs during all this. Thank you <3 I don't always reply back, but your love is appreciated <3

Thank you again Nonny for asking me this <3 And I hope you don't mind I answered more than you asked <3

[sinbadly]

Non Magicians in Magnostadt : an analysis over the possibilities of an analogy.

I love Magi, it's probably my favorite piece of fiction of all times. But most importantly, I love analysing stuff. And for a while, I wondered what are the non Magicians of the Magnostadt kingdom supposed to represent ? And after thinking about it for a while, I think I finally got an answer so ... Strap in !!(Please do be aware that this text will talk in depth about discrimination, if this subject is triggering to you I'd advise you to stop here !)

For obvious reasons, the first thought I had was that the non Magicians were supposed to represent Jews. Magi is heavily based on both Judaism and Islamic ideas and having almost a whole population being put in a specific district can be easily linked to a real event event. But thinking about it, something felt heavily wrong. The people that were discriminated against clearly weren't supposed to be Jewish. No, everything pointed to the magicians being the ones that were Jewish instead. I'm not an expert when it comes to Jewish tradition and beliefs, but I did my research. Non Magicians are often called Goi by Mogamett. Goi is a Jewish term that is used to describe non Jewish people. And when you dug a little deeper, you can also see that Jewish people are supposed to be people closer to their god, like magicians would be since they are directly linked to the world's magic sources. I could also argue that Mogamett's does ressemble cliché representations of Jewish people, especially with the nose. Does that mean that the Jewish were represented as the oppressor and the other people as the oppressed ? I don't know. I wouldn't be able to decide if that's the case at all, especially since in other languages, Goi has been Translated to Kaffir, which is meant to describe the people who aren't Muslims. It's overall very confusing. But still, what I could see is that the people who were oppressed weren't meant to represent Jewish people. Obviously, I quickly took a look at the biggest oppressed groups there are in the world. So I thought about Sexism, Racism and LGBTphobia. Sexism didn't seem to be it at all. Women are shown to have high positions in Magnostadt's society. We see it with Myers who is a highly respected teacher or obviously Yamuraiha that is treated as one of the best Magicians ever. So it couldn't be it. Racism seemed ... Off. One of the points of Aladdin's fear of discrimination is that these people are all of the same when it comes to their appearance. It was the point of the new world that Ugo created, all creatures became the same race to avoid discrimination. And with all of that, we have Sphintus who's at the very least Arabic. As for homophobia I couldn't see a link at all. It's not like they weren't able to have children together, they did have kids. It's not that they were hated for something they love and that they could just hide it, they weren't able to do something and that's all. It couldn't be that either.   But then, it clicked. The main point of this discrimination was because people weren't abled to do something. They were disabled. It wasn't even a metaphor. They literally were disabled. And now, here comes the part with explanations and details to better understand this theory, coming with an introduction to the world disabled, because I do believe that it is interesting to have a clear difference with a disability and a handicap. A handicap means that you are facing a disadvantage due to a problem. For exemple, if you start a race with a 20 pounds chain on your  foot, you will be handicapped compared to others in the race. A disability means something you can't do. Therefore, depending on the context, someone that is handicapped can be or not be disabled. Let's say a part of a human population grows wings. If they keep evolving in our actual society they will be advantaged yes, but no one will be unable to do their normal tasks. However if the world starts to be built around these people with wings, creating places that only them can access by flying for exemple, everyone who doesn't have wings will be considered disabled. Because they're unable to do the same. Now with that exemple, replace wings with magic and you get exactly what Magnostadt's society is. It is exclusively built for people who are born magicians. Normal human beings cannot function in it properly. And what do you do when someone can't function properly ? You start discriminating them. Mogamett truly believed that the non magicians weren't as useful as other humans were, so he built a society for the to be put in a position of weakness. Some people can work on the surface, yes. But it's because they're rich or they have talent like artists or crafters. You can see disabled people working in an every day life, but most often people are surprised. As for the poor people ? Well they're put in their little spaces of life to rot. The people born in the 5th district pretty much never see the outside world and to be fair, disabled people don't either. They're meant to stay at home, because things aren't meant for us outside. From now on, I'm gonna talk about disability using my own experiences. It's probably gonna be a bit raw, but I think parallels will be easier to make. The thing that I thought the most about is the "you should be grateful" part. It's really interesting and is a very manipulative technique to make sure people are under your control. The people in the 5th district are given food and water and don't have to work. Most of them could probably work if they were given the opportunity to with the proper help to make the job accessible. But no, they're trapped in their place with no possibility to actually work for the society. They've been forced into this district because they were mistreated into poverty without the opportunity of getting out of it, and now that they're stuck in this situation, they're meant to be grateful. Because they're provided the food and sleep they need that they didn't have before when it's basic human rights. And the fact is, they've been in such an horrible situation before that they'd rather accept being treated like animals than being mistreated even more. And that's exactly what happens when handicapped people ask for financial help. We might get 1000$ a month if we're lucky, but it's still not enough. And people tell us that we're ungrateful because we want an actual liveable wage. We don't think that giving us absolutely nothing is a good either. We want to be treated as human beings. Yet we should still be oh so grateful because we're getting all of this without work. I could work if the world did a little effort. But it does. And it also comes back to the hymn beings statement. Because that's also a very interesting thing : they're not seen as human beings. Mogamett sees non magicians as animals. Different people as seen as different animals, for exemple Marga was a kitten to the man's eyes. But her being cute didn't mean he respected her. And it's not rare to see disabled people as less valuable. That was insanely obvious during the COVID-19 crisis. People kept talking about disabled people as a necessary sacrifice for other people's well being. Because to them, a human life is important. But a "lower" human life isn't as important as being able to get McDonald's. Non Magicians are more than likely to be killed if they are ill or can no longer provide enough magical ressources to the city. Since they were born into poverty and unable to get out of this place, they will most likely die at a rather young age or if they catch an illness. It's not their choice to die, the government literally kills them if they're not enough. There isn't much an equivalent in our modern society for the government killing people directly, however this method did remind me of some atrocious things that are currently done to disabled people in countries like Canada. When you're disabled, you have to pay for medication. A lot. And if you're poor, you're likely to go in dept very quickly. And for that, the government came with a solution : assisted suicide. You can either choose to die slowly and painfully, or the government can give you the medication to kill yourself. All of that because you can't pay your medication and therefore you're not useful enough to society anymore. Non Magicians in the 5th district aren't just seen as a source of magical income for the rest of society. They're seen as people you can utilise and milk of their energy until their death. And with all of these arguments, I believe that the whole Magnostadt arc's treatment of non Magicians was a direct reference of disabled people.

[psycholojosh]

Back to the Clinic?

I mentioned in some few previous posts that I used to work in a clinic. And I say "used to" because I lost my job when they closed down during the pandemic. I'm not gonna lie, I cried really hard - in front of my bosses, and in front of my teammates. I was passionate about being one of the "in-house RPm's" and helping kids and their families get their psychosocial support. That job was the ikigai, I believe. Decent pay, flexible work hours, substantial growth and learning - you name it. It was a career heaven for a rookie like me. It was sad that life took it away in a snap. Not long after the closure, I landed a job in the university where I currently study for my master's degree. It's a contract job, but the pay is also decent. Only, I didn't have any benefits since I wasn't really treated as an "employee". While I knew this had setbacks, I acknowledged its advantages nonetheless managed what I could to make sure it was a "liveable" wage. It did have some small perks, like letting me use a good laptop for work, and having a more flexible commitment to the job. I just needed to submit my outputs and do what I committed myself to as per contract.

It's been nine months in. And to be very honest, I can't really say that the job is enjoyable. The parts that I do find enjoyable somewhat offset the dissatisfaction, but it could never fully satiate my hunger for my passions. Again, it's not a perfect life - so I don't expect that any or every job will move perfectly. I mean, that's what challenges are for. And without them, am I really growing? The job that I have helps me keep afloat at this point in the pandemic, so I'm grateful for that. But, I know I shouldn't deprive my right to a comfortable and happy life.

Not so long ago, I started missing the clinical work that I had. I missed the people, the training, the challenges, the experience, and that feeling of satisfaction that what I do matters to me and to others as well. Many a time in this current job that I have, I considered resigning. But I knew that I had to be practical. Besides, there were some opportunities for growth where I'm currently at. Then again, they don't entirely feel fulfilling.

It's funny how the universe responded to my whining...

From 2018 to 2020, I worked with an NGO that catered psychosocial services to low-income patients and families from a very well-known public hospital in Manila. They were made up of psychologists and clinicians who gave these free services and trained people like me to do similar work as theirs. It was essentially clinical in nature - and, I was there for it. Like what happened with my previous day job (this was a side job), my time with them got cut short in the pandemic due to personal needs. Leaving them wasn't my intention, but it became deliberate because life had demanded me to - or I will suffer hardships. So I did.

Fast forward to earlier this week. I got an email from my former supervisor-slash-boss there who told me that they're looking for volunteers, and that they were pooling them from all those they have trained (we are a lot, mind you).

"Dear Josh," she started. In another part it read, "It will be a joy to reconnect with you again."

It was an invitation to come back! And it turned my otherwise-gloomy week around. I was being asked to be part of their psychosocial services team and get my supervision from my former supervisor (her name is Paula), who knows me inside out. On a personal note, I do miss Paula and all those whom I've worked with there. And I know how much growth I can have in their care and supervision.

I had this warm feeling that kept growing until now. I knew that this was what I was looking for, for a while now. In my family, and in some other people outside of it, I'm known to be very fond of quick decisions - which more or less makes them risky. My mind immediately screamed, "Yes!," then hesitated. Why? Because I knew I had to be practical.

Something echoed in my head shortly after. If you ever heard of the saying, "Passion doesn't always bring food to the table," then you're absolutely right. It really doesn't. This is a free volunteer work that I will offer and commit to. It takes time, effort, and some resources to make sure I fulfill my end of the commitment. And I had a day job on top of my studies. I knew I had to set my commitments straight (and I'm sure Paula would agree with me on this one).

For the past days, I've been reflecting on the work load that I have and the studies I'll attend to this semester. Being a working student is no joke, especially if you're the one paying for your tuition. Plus, the pandemic makes things significantly harder for you to function optimally. I have to be smart about this for my own sake and for the sake of my commitments.

This is where I realized that the challenges of personal growth comes with a lot of accountability and personal sacrifices. What I am balancing in my thoughts right now is the dichotomy of need versus want, and personal versus professional. I'm trying to figure out where I can place this volunteer work on.

I'm giving myself a week to give them a final answer. So I got a lot to think about and to process emotionally before I speak up. Otherwise, I might as well yell "burnout" before it even happens. I think to myself constantly that I'm taking care of myself by honoring my limits and boundaries. And I also want to take care of my values towards growing as a psychologist and to develop myself personally and professionally.

So... is it back to the clinic?

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

BTS Medieval AU

Summary : You were sold by your parents for money and lived in the faraway land,neaar the boarder line of prosperous kingdom,the capital.One day you decided to cross tho boarder. Escaping your owner,you entered the land without knowing of city guards. Unfortunately,you got caught by a young man which you later found out more about him with his 6 companions...

- ps.The begining sound absurb,but remember this is for fiction only.I’m not fond of slavery and trading them in any point. - And this is from BS&T.A little throw back for me and others who miss this era. - Bullet fiction 

Kim Namjoon : Philosopher / Theologian

This tall man greeted you with a warm smile since day 1.

And became your tutor after day 1 as well.He saw you struggle a lot with life especially understanding and reading.Jin told him to take care of you with that.

“Mr...nam-” “Call me namjoon and please suite yourself comfortably..”

He didn’t really like being formal even when he was an important figure. Who would dared to call him his real name only when he was one of famous philosophers in the kingdom.

He got that from his father,intelligence.Spending time in library and council for your whole childhood would give you the same result.

You loved his dimples. (a/n : who doesn’t?) You was easily fluttered with his dimples when you first arrived.

Kim Seokjin : Esquire

A young man who caught you red hand.When you entered the land,his manor was the first place you arrived.

Indeed god-like,you’ve never met someone like him before.You could tell he was one of a kind.

He was rich of course even with the young age.Being a noble in this age was something you respected him.He told it was nothing when for you it would take you next life or maybe million lives to get the luck.

He then introduced you to his 6 companions,his friends.They were all nice to you and didn’t judge you.They seemed not caring the fact of you illegally crossed the boarder. “You have your own reasons which one day we’ll know it,right?”

He was well-mannered so do the others.In the manor,not only him was kind to you.Every butlers and maids acted kindly as well.You then found out that they were also like you.

And from that point,you decided to open up yourself.

Min Yoongi : Composer

The best composer you could find in this capital.

He stayed quiet all the time which freaked you out at first.Later on you learned that it was just his personality.

He didn’t talk much,but when he talked, it was important.Everyone always listened to him because Namjoon once said that he was a secretly genius. You didn’t understand the meaning,but you always listened. “It’s a habit.”

He loved piano since it was the first instrument he played.The instrument held his favourite memory with his mother.

He didn’t like to get interrupt especially when he worked.You got scold by him once.Literally that made you cry.Hoseok and Taehyung tried to comforst you.That incident was a mess.

Even though,he came to face you next day and said sorry.You made sure that you wouldn’t disturb his work time ever again.

Jung Hoseok : Blacksmith

He was a famous son of Jung,the blacksmith.His family served Jin’s family since their grandparents generation.

That made him and Jin spent a lot of time togather in childhood and ended up being friends / brothers.

Blacksmith supposed to be serious or so you thought.He was loud noisy guy when he worked.Making sound for every second here and there.

Made him turning his serious mode on and you would regret it.

He wasn’t only good at making weapons.He knew how to use them,all of them.This guy was actually more dangerous than you thought.One advice from you would be ‘don’t underestimate that harmless look’.

Other than that,he was a sweat and warmheart.

Park Jimin : Wool stapler

This guy was as fluffy as the wool he sold in the city.

He was born in a lower income family comparing to other merchant families.However,he enjoyed his life.From this point,it was the reason he understood you the most.

The group never judged people with ranking and wealth anyway.He was lucky to find these guys.His anxiety faded away.

He loved sheeps and had a best friend among them.He named his favourite one ‘Cloudy’ since it furs was thick and grey like cloudy weather.

The most precious boy alived.He was an ‘innocent holy child’ which described by Jin.He was shy.First meeting with him was a bit akward since he spoke with his soft voice.

When he madded,it was like another ‘Jimin’ popped up.He wouldn’t act like himself at all.Rather being gentle,he would be tough with everyone.

Kim Taehyung : Banisher

Under the manor,there was a secret tunnel.Jin made sure it kept from everyone in this capital except his friends.

And when you arrived,he introduced this place to you.

There was a man lived under the manor ground as if it was his home.You were shock by the scene of this place.Dark and damp tunnel was a liveable home for someone?

And by another god-like feature

Not even butlers and maids came down here.Jin must trust you a lot to send you down here.You learned his name was ‘Taehyung’ and he used to be a sorcerer. “But, most would call me a banisher.”

One day his spell gone wrong and turned him into a beast.He got banish from the capital,but Jin insisted him to stay down here. That’s the story. You learned a lot about him and oddly you two got along.

Jeon Jungkook : Painter

A young artist born in a wealthy family like Seokjin.

A Social butterfly, lover and Playboy were a top three reputation people would think of when someone brought his name into a conversation.

Despite that,he was talent,too talent sometimes.Jin appreciated his work though and sometimes hung them on his manor wall.Jungkook was like a son to him. “No I’m not.” “Come here,little kookie.”

Remember about his reputation,you didn’t believe it.Not when he shyly spoke to you and hid behind Namjoon back when you guys first met.

He could be a fool yet you didn’t mind.Fooling around like 5-6 years old. You then came to find the truth that he never had a chance.

A student along side with you in Namjoon’s class.The others teased him about it a lot.Telling you because of Namjoon,he didn’t like to get any girl. Namjoon would laugh about it while Jungkook would hunt others down.

Good to see you again,Thank you for reading.How are you guys in these kind of situation? I hope you were all healthy.I don’t know what else to talk so see you guys next story.

[patricialarsted]

Who I Am

I finally made it to thirty years old, someone who at one point never wanted to live to fourteen. I look at this as a success. When I was a teen I was the model of what not to do. I got kicked out of public school due to not complying with going to classes. I reached sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, twenty, without any aspirations to ever get my driver’s license. I was told over and over again to give up and submit, but I persevered. I was told to drop out of high school and maybe get my GED in a few years. I got on Supplemental Security Income so if my disease continued to make it so I couldn’t work, I was set financially. Or as set as $800 a month can make you. No one really expected much of anything from me, just being alive tomorrow was a success.

So who am I now? I am someone who lives with chronic schizophrenia and treatment resistant depression, who has beat the odds. I’ve published two books, Of Meadows and Flowers and Crying and Hope, and Eggshells. Witness to the Dark was written about me and my struggles. I have written my own think piece called Living Through the Dark, which is an expansion on Witness to the Dark, but it’s not right as it is and we will see if I ever get it right enough to publish, but it exists. I have talked at libraries, at conferences, and even in a grad school classroom a few times with my dad Bob, in our speech called Witnesses to the Dark (Creative title there, Bob). I’ve also spoken independently as a keynote speaker at the NAMI North Central Mass conference last winter.

I’m a certified peer specialist, and my current job as a recovery coach draws on the skills I had to learn to become a CSP. I work full time now, helping people with mental illness and substance use disorder live liveable lives. That’s what I, the person who spent her entire teen years not wanting to be alive, get to do for a living now. Convince people to be alive. And I’m passionate about it. Remember, I’m the person who was on SSI because she was never supposed to be able to hold down a job.

I’m also passionate about awareness and breaking stigmas. And that’s where this blog comes into play. It is my goal to write a bit about what it means to live with all these alternate realties on my long list of diagnosises, and try to get rid of a bit of stigma around them. Because this world is scary enough without having to worry about someone ignorant throwing around the term “schizo” or “aspie” or “nut case��. And I really hope that in my own small way I can help someone out.

I’m living proof that status quo only exists for those who will submit to it. Just because you are having a lousy today does not mean that you are going to have a lousy tomorrow. Recovery is real. Recovery is real!

[inthroughthesunroof]

Panic, Complacency, and Echo Chambers

  This is something I wrote shortly after the 2016 elections, and then left in my drafts folder. Almost two years later, I still agree with it, so I’mma post it. After a cut because long and more than a little rambling.

There’s been much discussion of people’s reactions to the recent US election, mostly bewailing how divided our country is, and mostly blaming it on social media echo chambers. I have Thoughts, and this is my attempt to get them onto paper.

First, a reaction to the reactions to the reaction: Except for shortly after 9/11, I don’t recall a time in which out country actually felt united. And true to our media culture, our divisions are always presented as being worse this time than ever before, which automatically makes me question its accuracy. It also ties neatly into the moral panic that social media is destroying society, just like comic books, television, cars, the printing press, and the invention of writing were supposed to. So I’m skeptical about much of the hand-wringing over how people are reacting to the current political climate. Are we more divided now than ever? Well, we have a uniquely divisive president-elect, so I’m not ruling it out, but I’m not taking it as fact either. I’m guessing divisions were worse during the leadup to the civil war, for starters.

And yeah, social media is a new challenge. It’s worth thinking about, but it’s also worth remembering that we have a reasonably good track record of building a liveable society around new inventions. So for the rest of this post, I’m going to attempt to ignore the moral panic on those topics and focus on the meat of the problem.

Liberal reactions to the election are running the gamut from BUY A YEAR OF FREEZE DRIED RATIONS NOW to ‘well, let’s wait and see’. A friend of mine is working towards his commercial pilot’s license and is considering distancing himself from a friend who went off the rails on social media. Said friend was calling for people to barricade roads leading to their city in an attempt to secure it against… everything? Hang on people, the zombie apocalypse hasn’t started just yet. And please be careful about when and where you talk about taking the law into your own hands. If society falls apart, it ain’t going to matter, but if you’re wrong about that, it could cause problems down the road.

On the other hand, ‘wait and see’ is a pretty dangerous attitude too. My mom pointed out that there have been fears about every incoming president in her lifetime, and reality has never lived up to those fears. And she has a point, but if you paid attention to your WW2 history, you know what can happen when you wait and see. When the incoming administration has promised to undermine some of the key elements of American democracy, assuming that they’re joking is a bad idea.

So where’s the balance, and what’s the path forward?

There’s a saying, when someone tells you who they are, believe them. The incoming administration has talked about jailing political opponents, registering Muslims, and undermining the freedom of the press, just for starters. I don’t think that’s hyperbole. I think they will do that if given a chance. The walking toupee lives in an alternate universe in which right and wrong is defined not by actions or their consequences, but by who is doing them. His relationship with truth is downright abusive. For everyone saying ‘give him a chance’, that’s what the election process was for. He was given a chance to show the nation who he is, and by damn he did. Wiping the slate clean now would be willfully stupid.

Every president gets compared to Hitler. (The little ‘stache looks particularly fetching photoshopped onto Obama.) Some people are saying that therefore all fears along those lines are invalid hyperbole. I disagree. I’m not a historian, but I’m wracking my brain for any modern candidate threatening to rewrite libel laws to favor himself or jailing political opponents, or dealing with financial conflicts of interest by denying that they’re a problem. It certainly hasn’t happened in the last 50 years. This is not how American democracy works. These statements should alarm everyone.

It’s important to remember that he’s not guaranteed to succeed in everything he’s promised to do, or even try. (It would not surprise me if jailing Hillary never gets mentioned again - it was a great campaign slogan, but trying it now would be high risk and low reward. The next person to piss him off needs to watch out, though.) No president has ever been able to deliver on all their campaign promises. IIRC most don’t even get half. So I don’t thing it’s guaranteed that we’re on a quick downhill slide to fascism. I’m not discounting the warning signs that the walking toupee wants to move in that direction - boy are they scary warning signs. But goals don’t equal success, especially for presidents. Winning was easy, young man, governing’s harder.

The American government with its checks and balances is still standing. We still have civil order, despite real fears that it would fall apart on election day. As long as that’s the case, we need to work within that system to protect it. The walking toupee and his advisors are openly planning to undermine it, and many good people are openly planning to keep him from doing that. I’m supporting that effort as much as I can. I’m not giving up on the legal system until it’s actually gone, and I hope you won’t either.

[haytownsend]

Run- English Narrative

Leaves fluttered past as my freshly chopped hair whipped behind me.I never really thought of how being a track and field runner would help me in my future until now I said a silent thank you to my track coach for pushing me so often. With my little brother on my heals and eldest sister ahead of me, I tried to go to the special mind place like the track coach taught me. It was a bit difficult between the screaming of my younger brother, and the sound of popping bullets. My heart slammed against my chest, wondering if I had the will to jump in and save my brother, or if I was too selfish. Why these people were after us in the first place, I wish I knew. Flashback to two hours prior, sitting on edge at dinner with my family. My second oldest sister was in her trials, and no one dared to speak about it. If she came out alive, we’d all be shocked. She wasn't the most active person, nor was our family too wealthy. Though, every once in a while there was small talk on how the day went, or praising my father for how our dinner is. We all knew it was dull and tasteless, but he tried. There were seven of us. Five kids and my parents. I was directly in the middle, with two older sisters, Thalia and Tate, and two younger brothers, Liam and Luke. Between seven mouths to feed, being a single income family, and having the economy plummet by the day, it was difficult to get anything. The apples that once cost a dollar a piece were now twenty each. With a loud slam from the door, we all jumped from our seats. We had been sat in a small circle on the floor, our once full plates spilling. The small house had very few places to be, considering it was a one room home. My mother looked to us in panic. “You guys, go.” She told us. Liam clutched onto her leg in protest, and she tried to shoo him off. Thalia, Luke and I bolted out the back door, instantly hearing screams and guns going off. Then, silence. We took off through the back alleys, bolting into the woods and trying to escape. Our family was shot. My mother, my father, even Liam. He was only four. We rolled into a small dip in the ground, ducking into a hole under the ground as the men who had been following us ran past. I held Luke back against me, the nine year old quivering and crying silently as we watched the military men march past. “What just happened?” I whispered to Thalia. “Why? What? Oh god.” I tucked my head into Luke’s hair, holding it together. “I don't know, but we have to find Tate.” I shook my head, knowing we couldn't leave this hole. Not with all those guys out there, heavily armed and ready. I remember reading in one of my fathers old books a quote from the buddha, “The trouble is, you think you have time.” I was never a very religious person, though I loved learning about the different ideals and quotes from those people worship. The buddha never understood me more. My parents wouldn't have ever thought that our own military would break into their home, kill both them and their four year old son. We all thought we had more time, when in fact life can be ripped away in an instant. A hand rested on my shoulder, and I felt my reflexes kick in and threaten to scream in fear when I recognized the person as Thalia. It was just the three of us, in complete silence. “Let’s sneak out now.” She whispered. I nodded, her climbing up first. She approved that it was all clear and pulled Luke and I up aswell. We walked through the woods, knowing we couldn't return to our sector. It was only a matter of time before sector nine would all be in a blood craving frenzy. Though, there wasn't much elsewhere to go. The ruins of sector ten would be nearby. Maybe a good ten miles, but it was there. It would have some kind of discreet shelter, and would be very low key. It was our best chance at survival. Thalia wrapped an arm around Luke, promising that we would be okay as we strode through the woods. It took nearly ten hours to get to the destination, between our slow walking, exhaustion, and Luke’s consistent breakdowns. As we came across sector ten, I felt my heart shatter. The once beautiful city was now down to rubble and a graveyard. Half the buildings still stood, while the other half were deteriorated to dust and rocks. There were maybe three or four people to walk by every once in awhile, stragglers with their homes destroyed. Destroyed city (in real life: Aleppo; in the Narrative: sector ten) In one day, my eyes were opened to our world. It took too long to pick up what was happening, but now I saw it all. Sector ten got bombed because they revolted. Sector nine was in the slums because we didn't deserve what sector one through five had. The government picked and chose who was meaningful and who wasn't just by who and where they were born to. In school, we were taught of the past. Of the presidential elections, and the wars, and the political tension. It seemed almost strange to me that there was once a world where countries were together in politics, or that there was a time people were harassed by who they love or how they look. Now, the planet is in “every man for himself” mode, where no countries cooperated. The hate was only between sectors, not races or love. There was a much more real issue now than the color of someone's skin. For example, murdering an entire family, or bombing the entirety of a sector to dust. An abandoned skyscraper with large gaps in half of the building was the closest to liveable. Sitting on the floor, Thalia excused herself to go and find supplies for us. She told me she would be gone for an hour. It was difficult to let her go, I didn't want to lose anyone else. “Tess,” she called me over to the corner before she left, wanting to speak without Luke overhearing. I stood and approached her. “I know this is a bad situation. I know it will take adjusting. But we really have to try to take this time better than it really is. Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.” “Is this our oasis?” I asked in response. “I’m not blind, Thalia. We’re probably going to go hungry, it’s getting cold, two of my siblings are dead, and we are running from the government. Stop the cliches. I’ll be the one to break the truth if I have to.” If I wasn't annoyed, I would've felt bad for snapping at her. She was struggling to grasp things, but she thought we were in a fairytale. I had to yank her back to the real world before she got too big of a head of false hopes. Maybe this was the beginning of the end. We can only fight for a long while running from the military, and we only have so much time before we are out of crucial supplies. I wish I knew who to blame, but for now we were on the run. My literary style was pulling famous quotes from different religions, alongside using flashback to give definition to the plot. My model author was Rick Riordan, author of Percy Jackson™ series, along with it’s spinoff series. Throughout the Percy Jackson books, he uses flashback in prior events in the story without going too far back to give detail (yet sarcasm) to his writing without having it belong and dreary explanations. I used this technique when Tess flashes back to when she was at her home with her family. I also kept details vague to keep a reader on their toes and wanting to learn more on what the plot was about.