#but there r more things to make. and i have to prep for my meeting tonight

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[orcelito]

Free therapy

[thebirdandthebee]

Morning Snack | Aemond Targaryen

This is my first time writing in the House of the Dragon universe, so please be kind! Don't expect perfect historical accuracy - but I just love this character so much.

featuring | Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen x Reader

length | 1k words (a shorty!)

synopsis | You're worried about your shape, and your husband's lack of worry about his.

warnings | 18+ MDNI! Fluff + implied smut

One thing that drove you mad about your husband was just how often he could eat. That is, eat and maintain his lithe figure. Sure, he was in the training yard every day, keeping his shape inadvertently, as it was clear he never once had to think about the harsh pull of a corset, but you were certain he could eat more in one day than some homes ate in a week.

It wasn’t uncommon to see the Prince walking the halls of the Red Keep with an apple in his hand, or reaching for a sweet in his pocket.

Aside from snacks, he would quietly and cleanly go through two, three, sometimes four plates of food at supper - the cook prepping and preparing extra venison just for the second son.

When the two of you would take dinner in your bedchambers, there was often a small, second table brought in to hold plates as they normally would not fit on your given space.

Only once and a while, as you ran into your husband throughout the grounds, would you catch just a crumb or two on his black doublet - a sure sign he’d been ordering shortbread to his meeting room during the day.

Besides the fact that you hadn’t seen his measurements change in the 16 months you’d been betrothed and married, there were no obvious signs of his intake.

Today, as your ladies in waiting braced a foot up on the bedpost to pull your laces tighter and tighter, the sight of Aemond’s keen eye scanning a selection of cheeses from your tea table nearly sent you into a frenzy.

“Thank you,” you grimaced before dismissing your ladies maids for the morning - now that you’d been picked, prodded and parsed away into a cascade of deep emerald velvet.

“Thought I’d join you for tea, my love,” Aemond said quietly, just barely breaking eye contact with the spread of fruit, cured meat and treats alongside the soft cheeses on the hutch near your common area.

“Oh really? Because you missed my company?” You supplied, striding across the room, sure you could feel your ribs straining beneath the whelped whale bone stitched into your garments.

“I always enjoy your company, sweet wife,” Aemond assured, raising his look to meet yours, but hand still hovering over a particularly ripe looking apricot.

“Are you sure you aren’t just here for the tea? I can excuse myself so you can be alone with your meal,” you tossed him a look that he nearly missed because he was sure he saw his favorite jam preserves tucked into the display that he hadn’t seen available for a few weeks.

“Mm?” He asked, turning his head to look up at you one more time.

“You make me mad, do you know that?” You asked, coming to stand in front of him with a small furrow between your brows.

“Mad?” Aemond asked, tossing a small berry into his mouth.

“You are here for the food!” You all but snarled, causing his brow to lift just slightly in surprise. 

“Is something the matter?” He asked, turning his shoulders squarely to face you.

“You get to eat and eat and eat all day long,” you huffed, turning and crossing the room once again to pour a glass of incensed water into your empty cup. “How can you eat so much and yet your body never changes? Not even a bit?” You asked. 

Aemond was at a loss for words. He was certain he didn’t eat that much.

“If I have one more sweet than veg at dinner, I can feel on my thighs for the next six weeks!” You knew you were bordering on hysteria at this point. “I watched you eat six tarts last night.” You pointed an accusatory finger at your husband. “Six!”

“They were very good tarts, plums are finally back in season,” Aemond countered, not sure why his little wife was throwing a fit over his tea.

You crossed the rooms again, cradling his sharp jaw in your hands, arms accounting for the height difference between you two.

“I am deeply in love with you, and I deeply resent how you can maintain your figure and eat until your heart’s content,” you said sternly. Aemond noted the slight sweetness of honeysuckle on your breath. “I am… envious,” you admitted softly.

“I assure you,” Aemond began, “your body leaves me wanting for nothing,” he informed. “I’m quite attached to all parts of it and hope none of them disappear,” he said, unruffled by your outburst.

“Well they will,” you huffed, dropping your arms and placing your hands on your waist. “I need to shed these hips and thighs, so I’m telling cook no more sweets at dinner or tea,” you said pointedly, turning away from your husband and crossing the room again to grab your cloak.

“No sweets?” Aemond’s face reflected an expression of disgust. “That simply won’t work for me,” he replied. 

“No sweets,” you reiterated. Aemond set down the halved peach he’d absentmindedly picked up as you were speaking and strode across the room, placing his hands on your waist over your clock.

“My love, I need my sweets the same way I need you,” he murmured in your ear, causing you to puff out a sarcastic laugh.

“Oh really? You can’t live without them?” You asked, spinning in his hold.

Aemond took a deep breath, drawing his arms tightening around you as he spoke with clear authority.

“Your hips and thighs happen to be my favorite bits,” he began, “and if you take them from me the same way you plan to take my sweets, I will take it as a personal affront.”

“Aemond, the other ladies of court - ”

“Frankly, I don’t care about the other ladies of court and neither should you,” he interrupted. “You are a Princess and if anything, they should strive to be more like their rulers.” He held a finger to your lips. “Now that I’ve finished my snack, let me move on to my next favorite thing to eat."

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Please let me know if you'd be interested in reading any more Aemond content :)

[writingstoraes]

tour guide 🎥

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!actress!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: saw the post abt apex filming at silverstone this week and got this idea lol lmk what u guys think! atp you already know who my fc is (it's hailee steinfeld 😝)

about: a well-known actress stars in a film that is set in the world of formula 1 and scuderia ferrari happens to be the leading team to guide the production team and its cast!

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liked by charles_leclerc, zendaya, madelyncline, and 1,249,247 others

yourusername Film prep starts now. Currently glad my parents forced me into getting my driver's license as early as I could as well as my brother introducing me to Formula 1 years ago 🏁

Beyond excited for this movie!

allhailyn WE LOVE U QUEEN WE CANT WAIT

filmthusiast this is such a new role for her im so excited

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yourusername recently added to her instagram story!

yourusername recently added to her instagram story!

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liked by charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari, pierregasly, and 1,482,2058 others

yourusername 3/4 done with filming for First Gear 🤍 So much work has been done for this movie and it's been the good kind of overwhelming so far. I've learned so much and experienced so many new things.

Included the one and only charles_leclerc here because majority of the things I learned came from him. He's pretty nice except he was beyond nervous when I drove the car for the first time.

scuderiaferrari We're glad to know Charles was the best tour guide ever! ❤️

lecsmmylove NOT FERRARI STICKING WITH THE TOUR GUIDE DESCRIPTION???

hamilfilm charles leclerc making his way into y/n's official ig account is not something i have on my bingo card

popgirltay u guys r so cute <3 friendship goals!

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charles_leclerc Why do I seem like the bad guy here, I taught you pretty well didn't I?

yourusername I didn't say you were a bad teacher 😕

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Everyday's karting day 🚘

lecsferrari the red nails??? sir u aint slick who is that

sainzmclaren It's Y/N 😭 She posted karting pics today too

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charles_leclerc I let you win, jolie 😁 Pretty. ferarrimercs HE CALLED HER PRETTY?????

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yourusername The student has become the teacher 😎

charles_leclerc Anyone would win if they were fighting kids on track

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leclercsyn TOO CUTE IM GONNA COMBUST

scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️❤️

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yourusername Feeling so emotional that filming for a movie that holds a special place in my heart has come to an end 🤍 I am so ecstatic for all of you to see First Gear because everyone involved put everything they had for this film. I hope you guys love this as much as I do, possibly more.

So many people to thank — the directors, producers, scriptwriters, my co-stars, everyone who's worked so hard to make this into reality, I owe you all so much.

But I also never thought I'd meet someone so special. Charles, this past year for us have been so crazy and I'm glad I got to spend it with you. If it helps, the moment they told me you would be giving me a tour of the paddock, I fell instantly 😝

leclercsyn MY PARENTS AAAAA IM SCREAMING

scuderiaferrari We are so proud of you, Y/N ❤️ The whole team is waiting for the movie!

charles_leclerc What do you mean if it helps, I was literally sweating while telling you what a pitwall is

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charles_leclerc Most talented person I've come across. Watching you on set has become one of my favorite things to do; it reminds me of just how amazing you are. To more karting sessions with you ❤️

Sincerely,

Your paddock tour guide

lecshamilton hes owning the tour guide title, mad respect

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yourusername Get ready to lose 🥱

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: why i take so much time making these ill never understand anyway i hope u guys like this hehehe thank you sm for reading <3

[being-addie]

Sunday Resets

Setting aside time for yourself is so important. I don't think people understand how vital it is to pay attention to your body and just take a day to let your body r-e-l-a-x. We're all so busy fighting to reach the top, that while climbing the corporate ladder, we lose ourselves somewhere along the way. Burnout, depression, and monotony come into play when we don't listen to our bodies telling us they need a break.

Once every two weeks or so, on a Sunday, I turn off all my notifications and have a day dedicated to me. Giving my body some TLC, resting and preparing for the next week. If I have plans on a Sunday, such as brunch or a meeting, I shift that day to Saturday, or at the very least, a day where I have at least 4-5 hours to spend leisurely.

Things I like to do on my Sunday resets:

Wake up early/sleep in: Depending on my mood, and how much sleep I've had during the week, I'll either be up at the crack of dawn or still in bed till it's nearly noon. There's no shame in staying in bed till 11:30 if you're particularly exhausted, but I recommend waking up at least before 11 AM because then you'll feel tired and groggy (of course, this doesn't apply to everyone)

Clean my room: I always make my bed without fail, and if my room is messy, then I'll clean it. Clean the vanity table, my desk, closet, art cupboard and bookshelf, and then the bathroom. If my mom needs help around the house, I do that too.

Food: I make myself a good breakfast, taking time to move around the kitchen and just breathe. I'm getting to eat good food, the sun is shining and I'm alive. It's great. Sometimes my dad cooks for the whole family and we just sit and eat together.

The Everything Shower: I take my Everything Shower on Sundays, where I wash my hair, deep condition, use a hair and face mask, exfoliate and do a face massage. I don't shave because I get my waxing done in a salon. I then slather myself in cocoa butter lotion and apply lip balm. Then do my hair routine (curly hair). It takes a few hours, but it's worth it.

The Next Week: I prep for the next week by cooking something I can take to my classes, like granola bars or homemade pita chips. I also sit down and plan my schedule (any dinners, meetings, parties, etc) and make a rough plan of my goals for the week, like assignments and deadlines.

Errands: I usually make a list of things I need to do during the week, like any specific separate groceries that I use, art supplies I'm low on, or needing to top up the air in my tyres. Then I go complete all of those in the afternoon.

Walks: In the evening, I take a walk around the block with a friend. I usually am too busy to do this during the week, so getting some fresh air is always a treat.

Relax: The rest of the evening is spent relaxing. I watch Netflix with my family, chat with my younger sister, read a novel/play the piano/write poetry. We have dinner together and then either watch a movie or just spend the time talking about our week, or the news. It's fun.

Double-check: Before I go to sleep, I make sure to double-check that my work is done, my bag is packed, clothes are folded and all my devices are charged. I'm in bed by 10:30 PM.

Remember that not all Sundays will be like this. Sometimes I'm extremely drained, so I'll sleep in, order food and just lay in bed recuperating. It's okay to take a rest day. This guide is if you want to be more productive, and it helps the week go smoother. Be the person who has their life in charge. You've got this.

<3

[intracunte]

part 1

pairing: switch!choso x switch!fem!reader

cw: anal fingering + toy usage (butt plug), cum as lube, (choso receiving lolol), handjob, implied previous orgasms (duh this is a part 2), begging, a few uses of mommy, the tiniest bit of crying, mentioned cunnilingus but it doesn't happen, pet names (i.e: pretty boy, baby), squirting, piv, unprotected/ raw sex, cowgirl turned doggystyle turned prone-bone, (bye can u tell im ovulating) sub!choso to dom! choso, dom!reader to sub!reader.

wc: 1.6k (not bad for this to literally be straight up porn)

an: was gonna make this part gender neutral too but my mommy kink kinda took over sry sry sry :3!! when i say that u nd choso r switches i literally mean ts, like yall did a fulllll 180. anyways i had fun writing this so i hope u have fun reading it <3 (also endings a little bit rushed cs i wanted to hurry up nd post it)

“hey cho? do me a favor & spread your legs, we’re not done yet.” you purred with a sadistic grin.

he did just as you had asked & spread his legs, still keeping his eyes shut. you pressed the tip of your lubricated middle finger against his tight rim, his eyes shooting open as you slowly sunk it inside.

he gasped with an arch of his back as you instantly curled your finger, already knowing where his g-spot was & pressing up against it with just the right amount of pressure. after giving him a few moments to adjust to the intrusion, you began thrusting your finger in & out of him.

his toes curled as he bit his bottom lip, attempted to conceal his nothing short of slutty moans. you’d both done anal + other things alike enough to know just how good it felt for him & how quickly he could cum from it.

“don’t hide your pretty sounds from me baby,” you cooed after you eased your ring finger in, alongside your middle. you smirked as his moans grew audibly louder at the stretch of both digits inside him.

he hadn’t realized it yet, but you weren’t just fingering him to get him off, you were actually prepping him to take something much better. you allowed spit to gather in your mouth before opened your mouth & let it ooze down onto his pretty, leaking cock.

he threw his head back against the pillow once you began jerking him off again, your spit acting as lubricant as you payed extra attention to his sensitive tip. you knew his body & you knew it well, with the we he was clenching down on you fingers; practically sucking them in, & how much louder his moans were starting to become you could tell he was just moments away from cumming again.

“you gonna cum again pretty boy?” you purred, clearly already knowing that you knew the answer, he nodded frantically nonetheless, too blissed out to use his words.

“beg for it then.” you replied cruelly as you sped both of your hands up, getting him closer & making it harder for him to hold back.

“p-please… don’t stop— m’s-so close! so fucking close!” he moaned , attempting to thrust his hips upwards to meet your hand that jerked him off at an intense speed, his movements clumsy & uncoordinated.

you rolled your eyes before stating, “i know you can do better than that cho,”. he whined as his impending orgasm began growing in nearness. “pleeease! i’ve been s-so good! j-just let me cu—“ his begging was cut short by a particularly loud moan as you pressed in a 3rd finger into him.

“i never told you to stop begging,” you said sadistically, slowing down your movements, threatening to stop completely. he gasped before begging more frantically, “wait! don’t stop… p-please, i need it so, so fucking bad! oh fuck— please just let me cum! i-i’ll do anything mommy please! i’m—i’m begging you, please, please make me cum mommy!”

once he’d finished his begging & pleading, you looked deep in thought; as if weighing your options. he waited patiently for you answer, unintentionally squirming against your hold.

“go ahead pretty boy, cum for mommy!” you hummed, & he did just that, the coil that you had built up in his abdomen finally snapping. his eyes screwed shut as his hips thrusted up into your soft hand, his hole clenching down on your other as you pressed your skilled fingers directly onto his prostate.

a few tears were shed whilst you murmured quiet praises to him as he rode out his high. his cock twitched as his cum milk white cum oozed out of his pink tip, the hot & sticky substance spilling down onto your fingers that wrapped around his base.

he shuddered & whimpered your name a few times as the last few bits of his seed squirted out, a few globs landing on his abs. his eyes were still shut, though not as tightly as before, so you slowly eased your fingers out of him, his now stretched hole clenching around nothing and he whined at the new feeling of emptiness.

you scooped up the cum that sat on his abdomen & grabbed something that he hadn’t spotted before you sat down; a heart shaped butt plug with a pretty blue gem. you messily covered the plug in his seed onto the plug before placing it up to his rim; sliding it inside of him with no problem.

he gasped at the cold object that settled in his ass, the toy pressing directly on his prostrate. “i thought we were done,” he whined.

“done? we’re just getting started baby!” you exclaimed, pulling out a small remote from seemingly nowhere. he tilted his head in confusion, wondering what it could’ve connected to, he didn’t have to wonder for much longer as you pressed a single button & it began vibrating at a constant speed.

after he came for the second time, his cock began softening a bit but it shot back up almost instantly at the feeling of his g-spot getting vibrated into oblivion.

“you seriously don’t understand how fucking wet i am for you right now baby,” you say as you straddle him, your thighs on either side of his own, “i planned on just having you eat me out… but honestly fuck that— i need you inside of me!”

as you sat he caught a glimpse of your panties, you were wearing his favorite pair; the white lace pair with the baby blue bow on it. you pulled your panties to the side, too needy & desperate to fully take them off & waste any more time.

you then fixed your position as to where you could sink down on his cock, not needing any lube due to how much your previous activities aroused you. the both of you moaned loudly once his thick cock slipped fully inside.

you placed your hands on his pecs & his veiny hands found your hips, squeezing the fat of them before you began moving your hips. you started off slow, trying to find a rhythm that worked for both you & choso.

you could tell he began to grow impatient with your deliberately slow pace as the grip on your hips impossibly tighter. he then planted his feet on the bed before fucking jackhammering up into your sopping pussy.

he hissed in pleasure as you unintentionally squeezed his pecs as to maintain your stability. you honestly had no idea what happened, it was like a switch had flipped inside of his mind. was this the same man you were just teasing & edging for hours on end? the same man who was just moaning like a slut for you & calling you mommy? he literally has a vibrating heart shaped butt plug in his ass as we speak! a thousand questions ran through your head but they all soon faded away as your brain turned to mush & all you could truly think about was his fat cock that relentlessly pounded into your weeping cunt.

the sound of skin slapping together to a point it was almost painful & loud pornographic moans filled the air, along with the heavy scent of sex. sweat dripped down both of your frames & your mouth went dry from hanging open for so long.

“ch-cho! baby— i-i need to lay down,” you rasped, almost instantly & without words he flipped the two of over, he pulled his dick out of your cunt & it clenched around nothing before he flipped you over & onto your stomach.

he pulled you up by your hips & pushed your lower back in, arching it just the way he liked it. he slapped your ass harshly before completely bottoming out again. choso’s thrusts were still as fast & brutal as before, your cheeks jiggling at the impact.

though your face was buried in the pillow, your loud moans could still be heard. your pussy clenched around his shaft impossibly tighter, signaling that your were close to climaxing.

he adjusted the position of his dick so now he was pounding directly into your g-spot at a rapid pace. you were sure your cervix would be hurting for days after this but that didn’t matter to you, at the moment you were literally on cloud 9.

choso hooked his arm around your hips & began toying with your clit, sending you over the edge. it was no surprise to him when a clear liquid began streaming of your cunt. he huffed in amusement whilst you experienced possibly the most powerful orgasm of you life.

your legs shook & your cunt fluttered around his shaft, his cockhead still mercilessly bullied your cervix but you felt his hips falter a bit, signaling that he must’ve been close.

even after that overwhelming orgasm, you still tried to hold yourself up & maintain your arch but unfortunately, you couldn’t. your legs grew weak & eventually gave out. you plopped down on the bed, about to apologize, but your fall didn’t stop choso.

he straightened his legs, placing his hands on either sides of your head & began fucking you in a new position like his life depended on it. you honestly couldn’t even register anything due to his mind numbing thrusts.

a loud groan escaped his mouth as the feeling of your warm cunt & the vibrating plug nestled within him soon become too much to bare as the pace of his thrusts faltered ever so slightly & he came again.

feeling too much euphoria to pull out, choso’s hips stilled completely as ropes of his seed spilled deep inside of you. he moaned loudly as the toy pulsated & your cunt clenched & milked him for everything he had.

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

reading the bluelock light novels and theres so many fun lil character traits and info thrown in (probably not on the wiki bc the LNs dont have an official english release yet)

isagi was a crybaby and a scardy cat as a kid

he was also really senitive to sounds and they’d make him cry (he just like me fr)

isagi’s always had really great spacial awareness and vision, even as a toddler

nagi lived at student dorms at hakuho academy (which explains why his parents dont live w/ him)

he got into hakuho, an elite tokyo prep school, with only two weeks of studying

there were two different rumors abt nagi amongst his classmates, one saying if you talked to him you’d be cursed with bad luck and the other saying youd find happiness after talking to him, the curse rumor is more popular 

(nagi my poor guy, his classmates think hes a weirdo just bc hes quiet an not interested in rich kid pissing contests)

he also has the nickname of ‘thousand year netaro’ bc he sleeps in class so much lmao

he doesnt study but still gets good grades, at least in social sciences

nagi helps his class win a volleyball tournament (that he was forced to participate in) despite knowing nothing abt the rules purely based off of his height, reflexes, trapping skills, and desire to finish the game quickly so he can go home lmao

bachira refers to his mother by her given name, yuu, which would typically be disrespectful af in japanese culture but in this context i think it just displays how close they are + the fact that bachira’s first/best friend is his mama :’)

he walked (dribbled), slept rough, and hitchhiked all the way to osaka from chiba prefecture for 5 days just to go see one of her art exhibitions too

he got a fortune from a shrine that literally read  that he will meet his “ 運命の相手” - unmei no aite, literally ‘partner of fate’ or ‘fated partner’, bachisagi soulmate-isms r crazy

he won a 4 on 1 fight with a bunch of delinquents in osaka

rin liked ice cream but really he’d be happy with anything as long as sae bought it for him

the itoshi bros played for the kamakura united youth club, which won the U15 national league

they shared a bedroom growing up

rin gets bad grades in every subject other than english bc hes too busy thinking abt football, and hes only good at english bc he wants to go pro and play internationally

rin got into horror movies and games only after sae left for spain, he likes the thrill they give him, especially splatter films

he found a scene of someone getting chopped up w/ a chainsaw calming after he had a rough day,, damn okay rin in there anything u wanna talk abt edgelord?

“Perhaps because of this stress, he has recently been watching shark movies at night, where sharks attack humans. It’s refreshing to see a giant man-eating shark attack and munch on humans.”  what a fuckin chuuni oml

sae got trending on japanese football twitter for scoring a hattrick for real madrid’s youth team

rin did the tongue-out-in-concentration/bloodlust thing pre-bluelock too apparantly

he didnt talk to sae whilst he was in spain bc he didnt want to bother him but he kept up news of him and thought abt him a lot

“He thought he would just shout out loud “I'm the best in Japan!” and hug him, but in reality, that didn't work out that way” <- rins first thought seeing sae after 4 years, excuse me whilst i sob

chigiri went to a ‘jitsugyo’ school, which is like a vocational tech or business school, it also has a foreign name (’lacosute’) so its probably a private school, maybe missionary?

chigiri likes cats awww, there was specially a stray black cat he’d talk to and buy karinto manju for

his ACL is attached to his knee in an odd which which is why he can run so fast

chigiri stopped cutting his hair after he quit going to his school’s football club once he finished rehab for his knee

reo got baya to hire him a whole team of ppl including a coach, nutritionist, nurse, etc once he decided on football, fuckin rich ppl i swear 

all the adults who worked w/ reo sing his praises but also said how cheeky he was lmaooo

reo was learning english, spanish, and german in preperation for going pro

he also got a specially made football training VR facility made for him this boy i swear

reo bribed the hakuho football club w/ fancy meat and the opportunity to meet idols to get them to put more effort in

immediately upon meeting nagi reo notices his height and how ‘cool’ and ‘intense’ his trapping is like okay fruit

[ang3lwithapen]

Just so I can understand, what exactly do you mean by slowburn? Don't get me wrong ik not expecting then to marry me on the spot or anything but ehhh

Personally, I don't mind how long it takes as long as the antagonist part of meeting a character isn't drawn out too much, which is more me being sensitive but hey, if nothing else I can prep myself for it if I had insight to it.

Apologies if this seems a but demanding though, that isn't my intention at all and regardless, I'm just excited to read what you've been working on

Talking about H specifically:

The antagonistic part will not last too long or be too drawn out, at least that’s not in my plans. I see H’s route (platonic or romantic) going in a similar pattern to:

dislikes you, doesn’t want you here -> doesn’t trust you but tolerates your presence -> actually you’re not that bad -> they’re looking forward to your company -> wait why do they feel all warm inside when they’re with you…

etc :D. In the upcoming update, you’ll still be at the first stage. The one after that, though, I can already see things shifting a bit.

It also depends on you to an extent. if you play a warm and gentle character, it will be more likely for H to soften more quickly. Although at the very start they might think “they’re too nice. This is suspicious.” Lol.

If you antagonise them or don’t make an attempt at getting closer, however, it might take more time because that’s just how H works. The plan is to make them feel more like an actual (very troubled, very distrustful) person than a character.

Talking about the ROs as a whole:

By the end of this first book the relationships will have developed, but you won’t be anywhere near being an official couple with any of them.

A is very focused on getting the House of Blackwood back on its feet and getting the family to act as a family again, and they’re a very standoffish person. They hardly think about love as something that they want, need or even deserve.

R has severe commitment issues, they’re very passionate but hard to take a hold of. They want to “experience life to the fullest” and growing up they never witnessed a healthy couple they could look up to (quite the opposite in fact).

S might be the one more open to the idea of a relationship but they’re very awkward at social interactions, kind of a complicated person to deal with. It will take a bit for them to feel ready for a romance.

H has a lot of trauma. They all do, really, but H especially. I can’t spoil too much of it though.

To wrap it up:

While I love writing slow burns, I want to write slow burns that make sense, feel natural and aren’t dragged out just for the sake of the slowburn itself.

Hope this answer put you a bit at ease!

[the-kr8tor]

Cook Hobie and Sous Chef reader because I am GONEEE girl byeee.

The first time you meet is at your interview, he's barely interested as the owner goes on and on and onnnnn. He doesn't believe talk means anything when it comes to cooking, he needs to actually SEE your skills before he lets you into his kitchen. And much to his delight after a trial run you do more than just fine.

It's been a month at your new job as a sous chef and tensions are rising, you help him during the rush, and you fly to the rescue when someone else needs help to make sure everyone can eat on time. You have enough attitude where the servers know not to push your buttons too much, you are a flame and he wishes to be burnt if it only means getting close to you.

Catering is a forsaken task that means a longer day. But suddenly, as people head home, it's only him and you in the kitchen. You both realize it's quiet, too quiet between you two. So he makes the first move and offers you a beer (or a non alcoholic drink for my pookies who can't), and as the night continues you start up a conversation and get closer to one another.

You peel the carrots, and he cuts them into an appropriate size. He starts retelling some of the stories that happened when he was still new to the job. And you laugh, god you laugh and he can't take his eyes off your smile as he hears your voice an- o h. Red seeps from his fingertip as he curses up a storm and wraps his finger in a kitchen cloth to avoid getting it over the food. You immediately drop everything and help him out with his cuts, and he makes a joke about you kissing it better. You do so after having bandaged it up properly so you can continue your prep, kissing the cloth of the bandage with a teasing/snarky remark.

Much later on he hides in the restroom, his heart beating widely as he can only feel like a high school boy getting his first crush all over again. He didn't think this type of small action could pull him so deep, him, Hobie Brown, a master chef who runs his kitchen like its war battalion. He holds up his hand to his heart, eventually heading back out as he finally calms down. But he looks at how unbothered you are by your small task, just peeling away and helping him with prep to make sure everything can get done on time. He promises himself mentally to pay you back, maybe a date would be nice or maybe he could make a new menu item for you, something sweet. Something with honey, fruit, and whisky; sweet, decadent, and strong are all things he sees in you.

-insert grave emoji here, I'm on a computer </3 me phone died

AWJSJSJWNZSBNWOWSB I KNEW YOU'D WRITE SOMETHING LIKE ONE OF THEM GETTING NICKED AND I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD BE HOBIE!! He's so smitten your honour

Imagine if R gets burned during dinner service, nothing too drastic just burned the tip of your finger but it still hurts like a bitch so you yelp and the loud clang of the pan hits the stove like a drum beat and Hobie is in full panic mode at your pained face. But when one of the chefs tells you to suck it up Hobie (think like hell's kitchen) yells at them to fuck off before you could even say a word and you're in front of the sink while he holds your hands under the running water asking if you're okay and your brain just went bye bye for a minute while he soothes you 😍

[attorney-anon]

Hey, I’m a law student and I’m also autistic and ADHD and I was wondering if you have any tips for working in law as a neurodivergent person? I love my course and I can’t wait to work but the 85% unemployment statistic really scares me.

This is a long answer, so I'm going to cut it for the sake of mobile users. I do link some products below; I'm not getting paid, and I'm only linking them because they honestly work for me. Also, as a caveat, a lot of this advice assumes that you're American and/or working in-person at a private law firm; unfortunately, that's my only experience other than a month doing part-time intake for my regional legal aid service.

The biggest hurdle you will meet is the bar exam*: you need a study buddy who does not have ADHD and can help keep you on track. Don't study separately then meet up; do things like watching lecture videos together and keeping pace with one another in person. I'm not ADHD myself, but my best friend and forever study partner is, and she struggled to self-start.

Buy a bar prep course. This is not the time to be a scrooge; don't buy Kaplan just because it's cheaper (it also sucks). Barbri and Themis are both good - of these, use whichever you can get for cheapest or, if the costs are comparable, use Barbri if structure gives you comfort and use Themis if you need some control over the order in which you do things. Also use Themis if humor engages you; the Property and Contracts lecturers are hilarious. Stick to your bar prep program, but be gentle with yourself if you fall behind pace - realistically, you need to get through all the topics at least once, but you don't have to do every practice MPT, every practice essay, and every practice MBE quiz. Use the same study techniques that got you through law school. IMO, useful supplemental tools include the Critical Pass flashcards (get them used if possible, or get a referral code from somebody) and the Finz Multistate Method guide. Do your best to treat the bar exam as a game - because it is one.

There's a strategy for every section, and you should practice these strategies. For the MBE, use the Finz method - it works. For the MEE, or any other essay exam, use IRAC - and make up the R if you need to. The UBE, and most state bar exams, are graded such that you do get more points for knowing the rule, but you can still get points if you make up a reasonable-sounding rule and then apply it correctly. For the MPT, just throw in as many case and rule cites as possible. Try to cite every document you're given.

Join a bar prep FB group if you use FB; I was in Themis Memes for Should-Be-Studying Teens, but I know there's a Barbri group too. I found that being able to laugh at my bar prep course made it less miserable to do it. Don't be afraid to turn the videos on 2x or 0.5x speed - or faster or slower as needed. Some of the Themis lecturers talk to slowly that we went up to 3x; one of them talks so fast I had to slow him down.

Practice for the test in as many different environments as you can. I took the 2020 Pandemic Bar, so my bar was different than standard (I took it in a hotel room with my back to the door and proctors patrolling the hallways, it was mildly traumatizing fun), but I highly recommend getting used to noise while you're taking the test. Your ADHD/Autism hyperfocus will help here - make the bar exam your hyperfixation to the extent possible.

Once you pass the bar exam, your next hurdle will be the job search. You are going to have to mask for interviews, there's just no getting around it, but how much you mask will depend on your area of law. Big Law firms and intense, litigation-focused practice areas (e.g., business lit or criminal law) will expect you to be gregarious, friendly, and charming from the get-go; less litigation-focused practice areas (e.g., probate or family law) will often have more tolerance for quieter, less aggressive types.

Do not panic if you wind up at a less-than-favorable firm on your first or even your second job; a lateral shift between firms won't kill your resume as long as you can give a tactful reason you left (e.g., "I found that I prefer to focus on X instead of Y," or "I found that I had more opportunities to explore X at Y firm, and I am interested in focusing on X"). It is not normal to cry every day after work. It is not normal to routinely have panic attacks in the bathroom.

Once you have a job, billing is going to be difficult unless you gamify it. I use the Finch self-care app, so I have a task at the end of every week to make sure I have billed my time. My friend rewards herself for every day she bills by buying herself a new pen. Some people thrive off of timers (MyCase and Clio are popular case management software programs; both have timers built-in), but if nothing else, simply note when you start tasks and when you finish them by sending e-mails to yourself (or others, if relevant) at the end of every task. If your case management software can integrate with your e-mail (MyCase can integrate with Outlook, for instance), then use that to tag outgoing e-mails so you can be sure each one gets billed.

Outside of Big Law or intense practice areas, very few people bill 8 hours per day - a lot of the work you do will be non-billable, but also you will suffer from exhaustion or burnout if you try to bill 8 hours per day (my minimum is 20 hours per week, which is just 4 hours a day). You also will usually have some discretion in billing - use that to make yourself feel better if inattention issues make something take longer than you feel is fair. As for billing enough, if you find that you are most productive outside of work hours, find a firm that will let you access client files offsite - work at home if they'll let you.

I do a lot of my best billing either in the mornings right when I get to work or at 10:00 at night. That's okay so long as you take breaks during the workday (I watch a lot of TikTok during my breaks, but I also fiddle with various online games and such); you'll need mental rest to reset between cases. If you struggle with task-switching, use a break to help reset your focus. I strongly recommend setting an alarm for yourself during breaks so that time blindness doesn't derail you. Make your alarm kind of annoying; something you won't just mindlessly ignore.

Let yourself hyperfocus on things; all of that time you spend researching and drafting and correcting and perfecting that motion or brief is billable, and it's also good practice of law - your client and your partner will appreciate your thoroughness, and the judge will almost never hate it (some judges prefer brevity, but I've never had a judge upset at me for wordiness).

I also recommend getting apps that can automate things for you; I use Espanso to make my life easier by having easy-to-type shortcuts for common phrases and information (e.g., the current date, my bar card number, my work e-mail address, etc.). You can customize these things to make sense to your own brain - your process doesn't have to work for anyone but you. Similarly, I use macros in Word to make drafting go faster by letting buttons do all my formatting for me.

Excel sheets make excellent task lists because you can split them up by case, and set them up to highlight things (e.g., today's date) automatically. Most firms will have some kind of "docket meeting" where everyone goes over the status on each case - some people prefer handwritten notes (my best friend does), some people prefer digital notes (I have an excel workbook I use). Find a method that reduces distractions but lets you keep up with the flow of conversation.

On the topic of technology, if your firm provides a computer for you, or if your firm will provide accessories to supplement your own computer, push to have multiple monitors - I use my own laptop, but my boss provides monitors and I have two plus my laptop screen. It is WAY easier to keep up with billing if you can keep your time entry software open and visible on one of your screens.

You will be spending a lot of time in your office; make it comfortable. Once you are making enough to get by, invest in a good office chair (that you own, so you can take it with you if you leave the firm) and some basic office supplies that you like, such as a post-it note dispenser (mine is a cat!). My office chair is designed to let me sit cross-legged - I highly recommend having an office chair that matches your most comfortable sitting style. Having some things that are yours will make any future moves less awkward. I also strongly, strongly recommend getting some simple and quietish fidget toys - I have several spinners, wacky tracks, tangles, and clicky fidgets in one of my desk drawers, amongst others, to help me self-stim, as well as a sensory sticker on my desk pad (on the linked set, I have the rough version of the bottom middle sticker, the rainbow finger labyrinth one).

For me, I find that actual litigation requires scripting. Whether it's an oral argument or just a temporary orders hearing, I typically have every word I intend to say written down as much as I can (re-direct examination or re-cross examination can't be scripted before the day of, but I usually at least scrawl a summary of the question I need to ask as I'm taking notes). I don't necessarily read from it, and sometimes I veer off-script, but there is a specific comfort in having the words scripted out. On the few occasions I have ad-libbed things, I find that I come off less authoritative and confident, which gives the judge the impression that I am guessing. I also find comfort in having a copy of the code I need (which is always the Texas Family Code for me) on-hand at the counsel table. You are allowed to tell the judge you'd like to consult the statute when the judge asks you a question.

I also find that, for courtroom litigation, it's worthwhile to make sure your court clothes are comfortable. Courtrooms in my area are universally a little too warm, so I have a linen blazer that breathes and a variety of shell tops that don't have sleeves. I also have bad ankles, so I wear exclusively flats despite the fact that I am less than 5 feet tall. For me, heat sensitivity is a part of my sensory issues so I am all about setting myself up for success. It's also worthwhile to bring extra water bottles; at my firm (we are almost all ND in some regard), the standard is 2 per attorney and 1 for each support staff, then 1 for the client.

For out-of-court days, even "business" can be comfortable if you're a creative shopper. My last firm required business attire, though not necessarily courtroom attire. I wore a lot of dresses to stay cool, and a solid-color dress in a modest cut paired with a black blazer (which you can remove when you're just working in your office) almost always makes the cut. For those who don't like or can't wear dresses, comfortable slacks and a modest blouse or dress shirt, paired with a blazer, also works. My current firm only requires business casual for client meetings, courtroom attire for court, and otherwise as long as we cover our shoulders and don't wear shorts, we're good to go. I use a cardigan to cover my shoulders when I'm outside my office, as most of my blouses are sleeveless. It's worthwhile to invest in a good office sweater anyway; I like a thin t-shirt material cardigan for me, but my officemate uses a pullover knit sweater. Do what's comfortable.

Office meetings, or even court hearings, can sometimes get loud and overstimulating - buy you some Flare Audio Calmer ear inserts, they really do help take some of the 'sharpness' off of the noise. I also recommend a playlist that contains binaural beats (assuming you like them) or colored (white, brown, pink, etc) noise and a solid pair of ANC headphones or earbud, depending on your preference (the linked products are far from the only options, they're just reasonably-priced options that I know work; I personally use first-gen Airpod Pros). If you don't like binaural beats or white noise, instrumentals of pop songs are also excellent.

You can also get phone apps that layer binaural beats over your music - I find that it sometimes helps me calm down when I'm close to a meltdown, though I personally feel worse at the lower frequencies (I usually stay around the alpha-beta frequency line, but ymmv). I think there are probably also some apps for colored noise over your music, but I haven't looked. If you haven't before, I recommend experimenting with binaural beats and/or colored noise - I find that they can help calm down some of the staticky feeling I get from overstimulation.

Offices also sometimes involve other sensory dangers - like, for instance, food texture issues (another big one for me). You can often get out of things like that by simply explaining that the food doesn't agree with you, or that you're not very hungry - or, if your boss knows that you have sensory issues (mine knows I'm autistic), you can just quietly explain that it's a sensory problem and you have it under control. Keep some safe snacks in your office. You can avoid alcohol, if you're picky about it or just don't like it, by explaining that you're not in the mood to drink (or that you don't drink, period) and that you'll stick to soda/tea/water/whatever. Only major assholes will push past that.

Most coping mechanisms for sensory issues can be justified with "I don't feel good" or "I have a headache."

If your office chair hurts your back, get up and walk around. You are not in elementary school; at most firms, you can step out and just let your coworkers know where'/how to find you, and when you'll be back.

For intra-office and extra-office communications, if you have any doubts about the quality of the communication, you can put it in writing afterwards. A quick e-mail saying, "Okay, so this is my understanding of X, please let me know if I've misunderstood anything or if anything changes" is a good CYA to cover any communication difficulties; don't use idioms or shorthand in these e-mails - actually spell out exactly what you think happened, or what you think you've been asked to do.

If you're worried about your tone in written communications, Chat GPT is good at doing a first draft. It can also do a first draft of your attorney bio, if you're asked to write it yourself. Tell it the message you want to convey, and the tone in which you need it said. For instance, if you need to convey to a pro se opposing party that your world does not revolve around them, but you want to do it professionally, you might tell Chat GPT, "Write a professional e-mail to my opposing party conveying that my world does not revolve around them and that I will get to them when I get to them." That won't give you a perfect e-mail, but it gives you an idea of how to set the tone. Never trust any citation the thing gives you, but you can also use it to simplify complex thoughts for motions that you need to be simpler.

Law practice is also emotionally draining. Take the time to cry if you need to, or to go outside or into a breakroom and breathe.

Essentially, working in law when you're ND means finding tools to help you. It's definitely doable (as I said, most of my current firm is ND), but you'll need to find coping mechanisms to soothe yourself. If you've gotten into law school, I think it's clear that you're competent enough to work. The trick is not burning yourself out entirely, which I hope the above can help with.

* - This is not and never will be an endorsement of bar exams as a measure of competence for new attorneys. The bar exam is a racist and classist institution born from the desire of old white men to keep their good-ol'-boys club exclusive. Fuck the NCBE and abolish bar exams nationwide.

[kjs-s]

Treat You Better

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Song: Treat You Better — Shawn Mendes 

Summary: Matt feels like he can treat you better than your boyfriend and wants you to know it

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: mention of controlling and intrusive relationship and messages

A/N This is my second entry for @caplanbuckybarnes's decade challenge

You were waiting outside your lawyers’ office when your best friend rushed up the stairs while looking for her keys.

‘’(Y/N) what are you doing here? And how long have you been waiting for me? I’m so sorry I kept you waiting’’ Karen still rummaged in her bag looking for the keys.

‘’Don’t be silly darling, you had no idea I would show up first thing in the morning. I just came over to ask the guys for a favor and to catch up with you a little.’’ She finally opened the door to allow you into their improved office. You hadn’t been over for a couple of weeks and the changes they had made were spectacular. They had placed a painting right next to Matt’s office and a plant next to the entrance. But what caught your eye were the brand new coffee maker and the new bigger couch.

‘’I gather you like what Foggy did with the place. He kept mentioning redecorating so he decided to surprise us. I am glad he kept it minimal though. So, you mentioned needing to talk to one of the guys is there anything I can help you with?’’ Karen asked you while sorting the mail.

‘’Well, I just got a job offer that is exactly what I was hoping to get with my chemistry degree. I already had two interviews that went exceptionally well. We will sign the contracts tomorrow so I hoped one of my lawyers would accompany me to the meeting.’’ You were beaming with joy talking about your new job. It was your dream job for a long time and you knew you would be working at a company that helped people get better.

‘’Congratulations (Y/N), tell me everything about the job. What company is it with? And how did they find you?’’ Karen asked while prepping the coffee maker to have something to offer you.

‘’It’s actually one of the companies I had my internship at that didn’t have many open positions at the time. But after my recent article, they approached me about a great opportunity. I don’t want to jinx it but as of tomorrow you will be best friends with the new head of R&D at Rand Enterprises.’’ Immediately afterward your phone started to buzz with messages from your boyfriend David.

Where are you?

Why did you leave without telling me anything?

You could at least tell me that you had something scheduled or wait for me to wake up before leaving.

Why don’t we have anything for breakfast? Didn’t you get anything before leaving? You always make something for us.

You sighed at the texts and decided to answer them later. The messages just kept coming though so you muted your phone.

‘’Don’t give me this look Karen. He is just checking up on me.’’

‘’I didn’t say anything sweetheart. But don’t you think that he checking on you all the time like that is a little controlling? I don’t want to intrude or anything I just find it to be a little off.’’ She offered you a cup of coffee but you declined.

‘’You could be right. He wasn’t like that from the beginning. Something changed a few weeks ago and he started texting me almost all day long. I am trying to find out the reason so that we could work on it but I feel like he will blow me off. I mean, just two nights ago I was almost in tears because he was asking me about what I was looking at while browsing. I still haven’t told him about the new job either. I have a feeling he might talk me out of accepting it or ask me to quit because it will have longer hours.’’ You were worried about that possibility for a while and you felt relieved confiding this in someone. You didn’t even let yourself realize that you were scared of that reaction.

‘’I’m sorry to hear that and to dampen your mood. If you need to talk more... .’’ Karen didn’t get to finish her sentence before Matt and Foggy entered the office.

‘’’ Good morning Karen, (Y/N) what a pleasant surprise. I haven’t seen you for so long.’’ Foggy gave you a warm hug. Matt also greeted you but you could sense something was on his mind. You asked about it and he lied that it was about a case. When you entered Foggy’s office to arrange for him to accompany you Matt revealed to Karen that he had heard your conversation and that he planned to talk to you about it. 

On your way out he held your hand in his and after congratulating you he reminds you just like Karen tried to before that he will always be around if you need anything. You always loved how compassionate Matt is and how much he cares about the people around him.

Your meeting was successful and you were elated. Your start day would be in two weeks to give you some time to settle anything you needed with your current job.

‘’It’s official now. So congratulations (Y/N), this deserves a celebration.’’ Foggy was also excited about you since he knew how hard you worked to get such a prestigious position.

‘’I’m not sure, I would have to ask David about it and you know that he doesn’t like gatherings.’’ You were still nervous about announcing the new job to him.

‘’It won’t be considered a gathering. Just the five of us and if he doesn’t want to come we will celebrate on our own. You deserve this and you are well aware that Karen and Matt want to spend more time with you. Especially Matt since this was actually this idea.’’

‘’I can’t promise anything but I will try to meet you at Josie’s tonight.’’ You checked to see that David had called you ten times and texted you asking about your meeting. You had told him you had a performance evaluation at your work.

When you entered the bar you looked around for your friends. Karen and Foggy were at the pool table playing so you made your way to the bar where Matt was ordering for everyone.

‘’I would like one of my usual as well Josie. Thank you. Hi Matt, how are you?’’ You took a seat next to him and noticed his smile when you addressed him.

‘’Better now that you are here. I am so glad you managed to come. It wouldn’t be a celebration without the one with something to celebrate. How was your day?’’

‘’I gave my two weeks’ notice to my boss. He was surprised but with all the times I was skipped over for a promotion he should have guessed already. I will miss some of my coworkers but we arranged to remain friends. They also mentioned a farewell party on my last day.’’

‘’That’s really nice of them. I am sure they will be sad to see you go.’’ Matt didn’t want to mention anything about your boyfriend not to dampen your mood. You helped him carry the drinks to the others and joined them for a few games.

After a few hours, Matt claimed he was tired and that he would leave. However, not feeling safe walking home on his own he asked you to go with him.

‘’(Y/N) I don’t want to intrude or anything but can I ask you a personal question?’’He asked after almost halfway through to his house.

‘’Of course Matt you can ask me anything you want.’’

 ‘’Are you happy with David? I noticed that when you talk about him your tone changes and becomes sad. I also heard you talking to Karen yesterday about him being a little controlling.’’

You were taken aback by the question that you didn’t even think about how he could hear you through the closed door. Maybe your mind was too focused on whether you are happy on not to register that information. You knew that his hearing was better than others but you had no idea how good it was.

‘’ You can tell me if I'm off but I feel that I know he's just not right for you. I don’t want to overstep any boundaries I just needed to let you know that I like you. And I'll stop time for you the second you say you'd like me too.’’

You couldn’t believe that you were hearing and Matt knew that you were overwhelmed with his confession.

‘’I am not expecting an answer right now. I just want you to know how I feel and that I just want to give you the loving that you're missing. Waking up with you would be everything I need, because I know I can treat you better than he can if you give me a chance to prove it.’’

Before you could respond you were already at his home so he bid you good night and left you to your thoughts.

Arriving at your apartment you met David who started inquiring you about where you were all those hours and he told you that one of your coworkers called asking about your preference for the cake for your farewell party. Just as you feared he listed all the things that would keep you at your dead-end job and how the new company and the longer hours wouldn’t be right for you. The most ridiculous excuse was that after some research he discovered that the new company wouldn’t allow you enough time off to talk to him about your day. You felt that he was talking like he meant giving him a report about everything and that was the moment you realized your friends were absolutely correct about him. So you broke up with him and told him to leave your apartment and lose your number for good. He mentioned that he would call you to reconsider but you told him not to bother.

Having finally clear thought you made your way back to Matt’s house.

‘’(Y/N) what are you doing here? Is everything alright? Are you hurt in any way?’’

‘’Everything is finally clear. You were right about everything you said earlier. I am so sorry I didn’t see it before and that it took me so long to understand that you were better for me. But I might need a little time to start something new. Would you mind if I just sleep on your couch? I don’t feel like being alone right now.’’

He insisted on you taking the bed and when you woke up in the morning he had bought breakfast and gave you all the space you needed to clear your head and figure out your emotions. It only took two weeks before you started dating and your friends had a new reason for a celebration.

[ladythornofrivia]

Endless Reds and Blues

Here's the link for the synopsis and the chapter list--read chapter 1 first before the next chapters.)

Pair: Kakucho x Reader (Warning: Bullying, Gossip)(If you're under 18, I'm sorry but you can't read this)

Author’s Note: I hope you don't mind a long chapter. I'm still doing my best on writing the story. So I decided to make this as a series, so I don't know how many chapters are going to be. Enjoy this chapter. (Note: Report if someone decides to steal the synopsis and my story. And notify me. Thank you) ❤️

Chapter One: Beg for Forgiveness

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It was useless.

No matter how much you try, it won't work.

In the classroom, it was nearly empty. Everyone headed out for lunch. Only five people stayed in the classroom, automatically eating the lunches they made, prepping their chopsticks and dug it into the cooked portions inside their bentos.

At last, you have found peace. You hated the ruptured noise earlier before lunch time. In this instant, you wasted no time on getting your headphones and your IPhone, turning up the tunes to set a good mood for you to read the book.

Sometimes, you carry a large book, reading chapters like time never ended. Sometimes carrying two books is a must, in case one book you read is finished. Books are the only thing that kept you from company. Moving into Japan from a different country was all but hard work. A dream of travelling and staying in a certain country was an ideal dream.

You want to get away from familiar people who constantly annoy you, and those who are born with blissful ignorance and a glowering judgment beneath their kind smiles. Sometimes, accompanied your loneliness by drawing is another way to waste time instead of talking to people. After all, you weren't good at socializing; you're not a party person. Therefore, you aren't good at anything that involves with talking to people. Not a single hello won't slip past your sealed lips.

As cliché as it was, this is the very best for you to enjoy and simmer down the anxiety has been built up in your consciousness. Transferring from a different country is one thing, but mingling with people as an outsider is another. It was a hell of a challenge. Not that you're bad at speaking in Japanese, but it says a lot due to the circumstances you had. You've been transferred here in the school since about a week ago. Culture and mannerisms are far more different from where you originally came from.

The first time you came into the classroom, the teacher scribbled down your name in Japanese language whilst he talked and informed to your new classmates in a total of 30 people regarding you as a transfer student. Nervous as hell, you kept yourself calm, hoping no one would see your inner conflict, provoking a fret all over your stiff body.

Once the teacher is finished on a long blabber, he made a gesture for you to make an introduction about yourself.

With a slight bow, you said, "Nice to meet you."

Your classmates murmured, in the most obvious way possible. Out of everyone's looks, yours is different. While theirs was a black hair and dark eyes, yours have a long and voluminous dark crimson hair with greyish eyes.

"Is she cosplaying?" one girl said to her close friend. "She can't dye her hair."

"She's wearing contact lenses, too," the close friend said. "I don't think the principal would approve of that."

"Not everyone approves of that. If she's trying to be funny, I don't think I could find myself laughing."

*(this is what the reader's hair color looks like)*

*(and this is the hairstyle reader has during school hours.)*

"I don't like the way her grey eyes are looking at our direction," the friend whispered.

"I agree," the first girl said. "Let's just avoid her."

Though you didn't take it by the heart. It's all going to be the same, just as what you usually do when you're at your old home and school. It will be mundane. Everything will be quiet. Different faces, different environment, same routine. Nothing special or promising will come to you.

"Go take a last seat over there by the window on the right," the teacher instructed.

"Yes, sir," you obliged in Japanese, and sat at the last row by the right side of the window. You can see the clear view of grey skies and a greenish field.

"Alright, let's get on with our lecture," the teacher said.

Despite a good and clean environment, you've stepped into a world where no knows you but you. The teacher's important lecture didn't register into your ears. You're too busy on what you're going to do next with your time at your new home. And more so, your new life.

A voice snapped out of your deep thoughts from thinking about your past. Her voice was so loud you removed your earphones and tone down the music you're listening to.

"Hey, (y/n), there so much food by the cafeteria!" your friend, Himiko, said to you with a marveled smile on her face. "Come on, we have to get the food before they're gone."

Himiko has always been a lively girl during lunch breaks.

Flicking through the page, you said, "Not now, Himiko, I'm trying to finish something here," without looking up. "You go on ahead."

"You always stick your nose into books," Himiko blurted. "What are you reading?"

"A book," you said, concentrating deeply.

"Yeah, but what kind of book?" Himiko insisted.

You showed Himiko the book you're currently reading.

"From what I can tell, that's not written in Japanese," Himiko said.

"You're right it's not," you replied with a little smile. "I'm reading the first book of A Song of Ice and Fire series—'A Game of Thrones'."

"It's a huge book," Himiko said with wide eyes.

You smiled back as an answer and continued on reading, flipping onto the next page.

Himiko stood up to your side and pushed your posture back and forth. "Come on, I wanted to eat something. I can't go at the cafeteria without you."

"Sorry, I have to finish this before going to the next book."

Frustrated, Himiko sighed. "Fine, I'll go by myself. But--"

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh--they're here! They're here!" the girl lightly patted Himiko's back shoulder with a hyperventilating breath.

"Who's here?" Himiko's brows shot upward.

"Those gorgeous looking guys who just pass by. Aww, they're so cute and gorgeous up close. I want a microscopic shot of their faces and their god-like body. I can't get enough of them!"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You're too busy with that girl reading that ridiculous large book," Himiko's friend responded coldly.

"Whatever," then Himiko faced you. "We're going to see the boys up close!"

"I thought you're getting food," you said.

"I am, I am!" Himiko shouted back as her friend drew her away from the classroom's door.

"Whatever you say," you said, resuming on reading the novel.

*~~*~~*

"Why couldn't Izana get the food and drinks himself? He has his own hands and feet to move and reach?" Kakucho complained to himself.

Though Sanzu heard it all.

"Because he's your king," Sanzu replied.

"He's our king," Kakucho shot back, rather firmly, not a sense of hostility hinted from his tone.

"Got his favorite drinks?"

"Strawberry and banana milk," Kakucho confirmed. "And some candy."

"Isn't this great? We can get the food and drinks without paying those stupid fuckers you call responsible adults."

Kakucho said nothing; his eyes averted, not at Sanzu's pinkish locks. Beyond that, he saw a girl. A beautiful girl with shining black locks and a black-shaded eyes gleaming with hope and innocence, something that other peers lacked.

"I'll be right back," Kakucho said, running past Sanzu as he shoved the drinks and candy onto Sanzu's chest.

"Dude! You're supposed to carry all this shit, not me!" Sanzu whined.

Ignoring Sanzu, Kakucho marched his way towards the girl with glimmering black hair swaying underneath a mingled wind and pink cherry blossoms, who was laughing with her group of friends.

Kakucho cleared his throat. "Hello, Mariko," he said with a tinted blush onto his cheeks.

Mariko turned; their conversations died down.

"Oh, Kakucho," Mariko gave a wide innocent smile at him.

His heart raced harder.

"If it's okay with you, mind if we talk somewhere quiet?" Kakucho asked.

Mariko looked at her friends for a second, then back to him. "Sure, why not?"

By the empty courtyard on the other side of the school building, they stopped at the middle of the path with cherry blossoms clearing the air as Kakucho find his way to confess his love to a dimpled-smiling Mariko.

"Um," Kakucho cleared his throat. "I was wondering...what kind of music and movie do you like?"

Mariko was taken aback. "Is that all you're going to say to me, Kakucho?" her lips left a whole-hearted giggle.

Eventually, Kakucho's pinkish cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red, looking away to the empty baseball field. "No, that's not what I meant..."

Mariko studied him carefully, in awe of his newly persona compare to his usual composed self.

His hand reached behind the back of his hand, scrubbing downwards with his sweaty palm, then snaked it upwards onto his long hair.

"Is everything okay?" Mariko asked, leaning her head forward in concern.

"I'm....I'm..."

Mariko waited.

"I'm not okay!"

Mariko slightly gasp at his outburst. "Why? Is there someone who was bothering you?"

"No."

"Harassing you?"

"No."

"Do you want me to get the wet towel? Your face is red."

"It's not anyone awful, okay? It's someone who was bothering me in a good way."

She blinked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I---I like you, Mariko," Kakucho said. "I like you ever since middle school. You're so sweet and kind and patient. No girls would ever be nice to me the way you did. You're always there when I needed help with something. You're the reason why I kept myself awake at night. You're the reason why you gave me nothing but hope and goodness in life. You're the hope and goodness of my life, Mariko. Please...be my girlfriend!"

Mariko is stunned to give a proper answer; her friends followed her all the way from the cafeteria. They heard everything he confessed, the secret diary in his heart has been exposed.

Biting her lip, Mariko looked around, and reclaimed back to her usual calm and kind self, just as Kakucho professed.

"Why won't you answer me?" he asked, his bow dwindled as he faced back up.

"Because..." Mariko shook her head. "Because I'm in love with someone else. He already asked me to be his girlfriend. I'm sorry."

Kakucho held back his despairing moment.

"Who's this guy? Is it someone I know?"

"It's none of your concern," she said sharply.

Kakucho has never heard Mariko speak in a cold tone, as if someone impersonate Mariko.

"You're not lying, right?"

"I never lie. You should know that by now."

"Why?"

"You know why," Mariko said with bitterness. "You're a 3rd popular member of Bonten. If anyone sees us dating, let alone touching you or laughing with you or talking with you, I'd be in trouble. I'm sorry, Kakucho. I won't be friends with you, either. Please forget about me. I'm not the hope and the goodness of your life." Then she bowed and left with her friends.

And Kakucho left stranded in the open field with shame.

*~~*~~*

"And done!" you shut the book and went over to the next book, but not the sequel of a fantasy novel, rather a dystopian novel 'The Hunger Games'. You haven't watched the movie version, so reading the books first is the better option.

A pair of lunch food slammed onto your desk as Himiko said, "I got you lunch!"

"Oh, you don't have to do that," you said to Himiko.

"Nonsense. I'm your friend," Himiko said, sitting at her desk beside you, noticing you’re holding a different book. "You're done with the thick book!? The one from earlier!?"

"Yeah," you said with a triumphant smile.

"How the heck did you read so fast?"

"I have commitment skills. It takes practice, but, I got the hang of it," you said, laughing.

Himiko stared at you for a second.

"What?" you said.

"You have a pretty smile," your friend pointed out.

You hid your face behind the dystopian book. Himiko pushed it downward.

"I'm serious. I never seen you smile like that."

Then you smiled to yourself. Sometimes a good smile can't be wasted.

"Have I ever told you that you look like a princess from a story? I wish I have red hair like yours."

Your face is heated with blush. "No, no one ever told me that."

"Oh shoot!" Himiko slammed her hand against her desk.

Your shoulders flinched as your fingers gripped tight onto the open page. "What is it?"

"I forgot my favorite drink!" Himiko stood up and ran as she said. "Without my favorite drink, I'll be a goner!"

"Okay, good luck," you said with a little wave, but she's gone.

Turning the page open to chapter one, you're already immersed with the impressive prose that the author wrote. As you plugged your earphones back in, you heard a noise nearby.

"Watch it, you stupid fuck! You ruined mine and Kakucho's suit!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," you heard Himiko said to a guy.

'What the hell is going on', you thought to yourself.

People bursting into the scene, you make way into a dreaded scenery of Himiko, kneeling down in front of a young man with long pinkish hair. And behind him, a group of tall men, who are trying to proceed their way at the hall but halted by the uproar.

"I'll pay you guys back, I swear," Himiko told the guy with pinkish hair.

"Not going to happen," the pink-haired boy, a hint of smile behind his words.

"Let her pay back with exact amount of cash we bought for Izana. There's no point in scaring her, Sanzu," the taller guy with purple hair and clean-cut style said to Sanzu.

"He's right," the young man with raven hair and a large scar etched across his face. "You're scaring the girls."

"This clumsy bitch ruined my suit. If she wants to pay back, she's going to have to start working at a high-paying job," Sanzu seethed. "Or find other ways to pay back the debt she owed us."

Sanzu lifted Himiko by the hair and lifted her body off the ground. People around them gasped with horror.

"What do you say? Are you going to pay it back or what?"

Himiko cried as Sanzu gripped the hair tighter, snapped it with a harsh pull.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Himiko muttered.

You couldn't stand it any longer. You went up and grabbed Sanzu's wrist and shoved it back towards him. The push was so hard Sanzu nearly knocked down on the ground with the Haitani brothers while you retrieved and pulled crying Himiko back, shushing her with comfort.

Somewhere in the hall, someone gasped. "The red-headed girl touched Sanzu!"

"And she went near them closer than 3 inches!" Another voice chimed in.

Sanzu drew a long hiss.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked, his back slouching with a his left arm shielded over his mouth.

"Don't fucking touch Himiko, you pink twig," you shot back.

Shortly, Sanzu released a maniacal laughter. Everyone else watched and stayed silent at his antics. Kakucho however is still sad because of the rejection, but his eyes hardened, and controlled his down casted heart and drawn his focus at the red-headed girl with a glare of her grey eyes.

"I don't care who you are or what you're trying to pull," Sanzu's footsteps went faster, and his face went near towards yours, glowing eyes sparked with rage. "She's going to pay back either way. So stay out of my business and stay in your fucking place, are we clear?"

"Let's just go, Sanzu," the young man with a scar across his face--Kakucho reminded. "Mikey's going to be mad if we're late."

At this instant, your heart is set on fire. You let go of Himiko and rushed back into the classroom to grab your hardcover of a thousand page fantasy book and sprinted outside, catching up to Sanzu.

“(Y/n), no!” Himiko screamed.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" you yelled in English, as your hands swung high with the thick book in the air, prepare to give a good shot at his face.

Tag: @colored-tr-panels & @galactict3a

[orcelito]

me gearing up to hate my Fucking life as i work to finish this damned texting bitch of a program due tomorrow, logging into the school website to get the lab info page... only to see the due date's been pushed back a week. probably bc many people, like me, are really... not close to done with it lol

i wouldve known this if id gone to class today probs lol, but i was too busy being gay. so uh. yay? this is a genuine relief lol i was feeling Particularly destructive about it all.

[dreadknightcassandra]

Deadlock Character Story

Mid day at the Fairfax Industries R&D Ballistic range. McGinnis wiped the sweat from her brow, waiting for the automated system to trigger. The seconds slowly ticked by as she glanced around the range. Suddenly, a flash erupted by her side, and a large target slammed into view and began speeding down the range. McGinnis leapt into action, slamming down the trigger on her machine gun and lighting up the range with a hail of steel. Well, for five seconds anyway, before the mechanism jammed and the target reached the end of the range. Now, the range was lit up with a stream of increasingly verbose and agitated swearing and the sounds of a gun being slammed into a concrete barrier. The doors of the R&D flew open, and the engineering team scrambled out of the furious McGinnis who stomped her way to her personal desk, slammed the gun down, and immediately started tearing it apart looking for the fault. Her designs were perfect, she must have made a mistake in construction she thought. Eventually she found it, a 4mm defect in a part of the triggering sigils. "This in turned calmed her down. "Good, not a mistake I made." She made a note to speak to her thanatological crew lead, then packed up and headed home for the day. She passed her property gate, pulled into the garage, and went inside as her very spacious home. Fairfax paid well indeed. She dropped off her work gear, grabbed her post work drink out of the fridge, and walked out of her house and towards her back yard laboratory. On arriving, she knocked twice. "Hey, It's me, coming in." Inside the lab stood the lanky figure of Arin Fairfax, now going by the alias Pocket. The tables around them were scattered with diagrams, tomes, and to one side sat an old and ominous briefcase. "Any luck?" McGinnis asked after closing the door behind her.

"Not yet" They responded wearily. "Listen, are you sure this is okay, cuz whatever this thing is, it di-" McGinnis cut them off. "Did you take it from my department." "No?" "Then I don't care. I just want to know how it works. Far as I'm concerned, Fairfax is a lab and a paycheck, i don't give two shits about your family or it's drama." "Someone tried to kill me, this isn't just drama!" They gestured frantically with their darkened, mottled, left hand. "Whatever. Listen, your arm's getting worse, I think you're on the clock to figure this out. It'll probably be easier if you're able to, y'know, go outside, get supplies on your own instead of me having to go out and do your damned legwork. I've got a lot of PPE at the lab that I can-" "No!. No, I dan't want to risk tying you to me, it's bad enough I'm here. The suitcase protects me enough, and that gun you made has been...... useful, but the more I go out the greater the danger." They turned back to the table, shifting through stacks of diagrams and ancient prose. "Besides, I'm happy enough here, where it's safe" McGinnis cast a sidelong glance at the section of the lab they were using as a sleeping space, cluttered with discarded food wrappings, strewn clothes, and a single torn poster. "Riiiiiiiight, I'm gonna go hit the showers, call me if you make a breakthrough." Getting no response, McGinnis left the lab and went back into her home. Reaching in to the fridge to prep a refill, she felt her hair on the back of her neck suddenly stand on end. Immediately, she grabbed her refrigerator pistol (the interior one, the exterior one was still being fixed) and whipped around. In the corner of the kitchen, an amorphous figure stood cloaked in a heavier shadow than the lights of the kitchen should have allowed. Faint wisps of sickeningly green energy cured around the frame, and two eyes peered out of the darkness, one blue and one yellow. The figure spoke in a shifting dual voice. HAVE THEY LEARNED "Fucking hell" McGinnis lowered the gun. "I have a door and meeting hours, use one. No, nothing yet. The kid's not much of a scientist to be honest, but he gets more of a reaction out of it than I can." TIME IS SHORT. ANSWERS ARE WANTED. THE DEAD STIR "Listen, you wierdo, I don't know what you think I can do about that, the kid is-" She had turned to put her gun away, and when she turned back, the figure and shadows were gone. Immediately, she ran to another room and activated a monitor. Displayed on the monitor was a camera feed of the laboratory, sent by a hidden camera McGinnis had installed to monitor Pocket's progress. For a solid minute, she waited with bated breath, looking to ensure that her mystery partner didn't try anything rash or direct. Eventually, she was satisfied her ward wasn't in any danger, turned off the monitor and went to take a shower, missing the pair of eyes looking back at her through the screen

[stunie]

OKAY FIRSTLY! i try so hard to keep from spamming you i just think you seem so nice and cool and i don’t wanna annoy you 😭

anyways! I just feel like dating umemiya and tsubaki would be? the greatest thing on earth? thoughtful dates, tsubaki would dress him and you up and umemiya would be so enamored when the two of you show up dressed to the nines— he’s so lucky

also (i’m sorry i have such a size kink) they’re both TALL! and tsubaki in heels? TALL! imagine in an innocent way being between them, holding hands, being protected by two of the tallest and strongest people at furin (side note i’m all for being strong but i wanna be their damsel in distress 😭)

ANYWAYS! also being between them in a less innocent way— laying back on umemiya while making out with tsubaki, his lipstick all over you, and all the while no matter how laid back he seems umemiya is entirely in charge— tsubaki is more so but you’d never truly be in charge (maybe in some ways but)

and also i just wanna see umemiya and tsubaki make out in front of me is that too much to ask for? like after being left brain dead they just… lean over and start with each other

anways! join me in this brainrot! i keep wanting to start writing for wbk but i’m too scared to! have a great day! 💕💕💕

-🥟

HELLLOOOOOO YESSSS i started jumping up and down when i got this ! ! okay my long response gonna be under this cut:

OKAY FIRST. you could send me an ask every hour of every single day and i would never be annoyed. absolutely impossible. i will talk until the end of time. i love seeing u in my inbox !!! and also blushing bc u said u think i’m nice and cool <3333

NOW ONTO UR BRAINROT:

absolutely yes. i think it would be so cute if the three of you were planning a first date, and tsubaki takes him away the day before to shop for cute outfits together. (you went shopping w tsubaki the day prior!!)

the whole time he’s telling ume over and over, “don’t get tired just yet, okay? we’ve gotta find you the perfect outfit. we’re gonna give her such a nice surprise!”

and pls !!! when all three of you finally meet, he was under the impression that he was supposed to be the one who was gonna blow you away, but he’s gasping as soon as he sees you and tsubaki, hands clasped over his mouth and everythingg. he just cannot for the life of him believe how ethereal the two of you look standing in front of him like this …

the size kink fuck…. me too 🥟. me too. holding both of their hands is so fucking cute to me i am sobbing 😭. i can imagine a lil coffee date, where ume and tsubaki have gone to save a table for the three of you, and they notice that the cashier taking your order is a little … pushy. you look uncomfortable. that’s all they need to see before they’re both behind you in an instant, large frames towering over you, but they both still have that sweet smile on their face… it still scares the cashier shitless anyways.

it doesn’t take a glare for him to get the message.

that ?? that …. that vision you’re putting in my head. leaning against ume while making out with tsubaki? kisses with tsubaki always take your breath away, by the way. you and ume are both left panting, both your necks & faces covered in lipstick and ume’s glancing over at you through a heavy pant, still smiling big n bright and he’s like “oh. we look the same, huh?”

and oh please ….. they’re both wanting to prep you today. had you hovering over ume’s face on all fours, tsubaki’s fingers buried in your cunt while ume’s lapping at your clit— and as soon as you’re done gushing?? tsubaki’s getting ume up, pulling him into a heated kiss as you try and collect yourself underneath them (this is just the beginning of the night. more to come !)

ALSO. if u do and up writing for wind breaker in the future, there’s no need to feel scared !!! everyone i’ve spoken to here is sooo sweet. there r also 2-3 servers i’ve joined that r just for wind breaker !! if u ever make a writing bloggie and wanna hop in to meet some others lemme know (:

and then OFFCC we will be mooties (if you want) and i will scream in ur tags (if that’s fine) and we will have a fabulous time (if that’s okay)! NO PRESSURE THO. absolutely no pressure.

i love having you as my dumpling nonnie very much <3

[tacroyy]

first week of school. also want to add that ill try to do content warnings better for these! haven’t done a good job of that at all. mentions of racial and ableist slurs, discussion of stressed kids, food insecurity, institutional neglect and harm, general discussion of trauma

ok, thursday and friday weren’t bad other than me being beyond exhausted. i truly couldn’t have functioned without my adhd meds. the seventh graders are fucking amazing and we had The Best discussion, totally out of the blue, about prejudicial language, specifically the n-word and the r-word (both are problems at our school 🙃). i basically don’t have classroom management over them rn (or at least am not bothering to Exert It) bc their other teachers are Overreacting and being Too Intense bc it’s the start of the year so since they already know me it’s all steam blowing off in my class but honestly that’s fine. they don’t have to be non-feral until next week bc i just want them to Relax right now. the sixth graders just got lockers and are Going Through It emotionally so there’s a lot of “breathe, try again” and “nobody is doing tardies right now” bc some of them literally haven’t developed their fine motor skills enough yet and our locks and lockers are, no lie!!!!!, forty years old and Cranky. so that’s a lot of unregulated stress to channel off. i think i say this twice a week but i Do Not Understand how ANYONE teaches elementary school. makes No sense to me. beginning of sixth grade is often too young for me, really; so many of them haven’t developed that, like, independent rationality yet, and it’s A Lot when there are So Many of them.

the ideal way to end this first week would have been to have like a half day for prep so we could meet w teachers, contact parents/guardians, do sped referrals, seating chart upheavals, etc. there’s a lot of “ah, okay, here’s what This batch needs” even 3 or 4 days in, and it would just be so lovely and useful and productive and overall good for everyone to have that. for example i overheard a convo that made it clear that a family hadn’t signed their kid up for free lunch this year and so the kid didn’t get lunch so i had to run around and tell the right people (teachers don’t have access to that info) and make sure they got fed and all but it took my whole prep, and im obviously delighted to do that, but then i didn’t have any prep time and did my last three classes on the fly. not that this kind of thing doesn’t happen most days. it’s just that more prep time is imo the number one thing we need as a profession. i cant begin to express how much it would help everyone.

plus there are, as always, the kids that i just want to have a four hour productive meeting about every single day, where we hash out an Actual Plan. with a social worker, a reading specialist, a developmental psychologist, a pediatrician, a therapist, a sped expert, a speech therapist, an occupational therapist, a case manager, a para AND an ea and a secretary for notes. instead it’s me and the counselor who has a 250 kid caseload for ten minutes in the hall.

ive had a dream for a while, since grad school actually, of studying the affect of referred trauma on kids’ peers and school faculty and staff, especially peers and faculty and staff who also have trauma. the amount of shit that slides off of me now because you Have to grow the most perfectly balanced shield of “i will Act on this and Not ignore it” and “i must Remain Calm” and “I’ve just heard the Worst Thing Ever and have to teach for another four hours”. what does it do to you long term? what about the ones who get inured? and the ones who don’t? how can we actually help people handle this well? i know there’s So much stuff out there about secondary/vicarious trauma, and trauma informed education, and i want to be able to know if it’s at all useful or if it’s too tainted to use, like i now expect from basically all educational academia. to be clear i have already done a lot of work in this area but not for a while, and i wanted to reframe the fundamentals.

so glad we have a three day weekend now.