#cause it's gonna feel like negative temps

[chaoticeddie]

I have to work tomorrow and the roads still suck 😭

[justkidneying]

Fever

I see a lot of misconceptions about fever floating around the web, so I'm gonna try and set some things straight. We're gonna talk about what fever is, how it is caused, and types of fever. Then I'll give some writing tips. Just a note, with a lot of things, there are exceptions and special cases. I'm going to go over the most common stuff cause this isn't an immunology course.

What is a fever? The normal body temp (the average of a bunch of people) is 98.2°F. Individuals can differ from this within a degree. A fever is usually a temperature greater than 100°F. There's some leeway to this, and it takes a lot of experience to get a feel for what should be a normal temperature. But if someone comes into the office with a 100°F temp, I'm going to say that they have a fever.

So with fever (ignoring the symptoms of whatever caused it), you're generally going to have malaise, chills, paleness, and rigors (muscle contractions). There may also be behavioral symptoms such as seeking warmer environments, altered mental status, and assuming a fetal position to help warm the body. The peripheral vessels will constrict in order to keep blood in the central body. Once the fever has passed, there will be chills and sweating.

What causes fever? Fever is caused by pyrogens. These can be endogenous (from you) or exogenous (from something else). The main endogenous ones are interlueukin-1, interferon gamma, and tumor necrosis factor α. These are made by immune cells and a few other cell types. Exogenous pyrogens are made by other microorganisms. An example of this is lipopolysaccharide, which is made by gram-negative bacteria. Exogenous pyrogens induce the production of endogenous pyrogens, which induce the production of Prostaglandin E2. PGE2 acts on the hypothalamus to set the body's thermostat higher. This induces the effects seen in order to raise the body's temperature. Fever helps to stimulate the immune system and inhibits microorganism growth (too hot for them). So it's a good thing, unless it gets too high and your organs shut down and your brain melts like butter (i'm kidding...but really, it's bad). I'd say over 110°F and you're probably going to die.

What are the patterns of fever? There are three fever patterns, and they are associated with different pathologies. They are sustained, intermittent, and remittent fever. Sustained fevers are exactly what they sound like. They don't fluctuate more than a degree in a day and never touch normal baseline temp. These are typically seen with pneumonia, typhoid, bacterial meningitis, and UTI.

Intermittent fever is a fever that is only present for a few times throughout the day, with the temp going up above normal and back down to normal. This is seen with malaria, septicemia (a serious bacterial infection -> think septic shock), pyogenic infections (bacteria that cause pus formation), and TB.

Remittent fever fluctuates more than two degrees throughout the day, but does not ever touch normal baseline temps. These are seen with infectious diseases.

These patterns are okayish, but sometimes people don't always have a disease that matches the fever type. I think typhoid, TB, and tick-borne diseases (they cause a relapsing fever) are the best diseases to use fever patterns for.

Writing Tips

Okay, so first off I think fever is great for writing. So to find out what's going to happen, you need to pick out what the nature of the illness is. The most common one I see is infection from a wound of some kind. So this is going to be bacterial. I would say that you are most likely to have an infection with staph, strep, or pseudomonas. These are naturally found on the body, but are not meant to be inside you. A cut in your skin lets them in. This is bad. So your immune system will notice them and release pyrogens, and then you get PGE2, and then you get fever.

I would probably say you'd get the standard symptoms above, plus pain, swelling, and redness at the site of the infection. It's going to be an intermittent fever probably (could end up as remittent). So you would want to treat the infection itself. If there are no antibiotics or antipyretics (anti fever drugs), then you would have to clean and disinfect the wound, and basically hope that the immune system can do its thing. You can wipe the person down or use a cool compress on them, but this doesn't really reduce fever that much and is more of just a temporary relief.

Anyways, I hope this was helpful and as always, sources are in the comments. You can let me know if you have a specific situation you would want some info on in the comments/askbox/DM.

[sea-salted-wolverine]

@disasterhimbo I'm tagging you because you asked but also I'm just looking for an excuse to put information out there.

If you have never canned anything before you're best off starting with jam/jelly/marmelade/fruit preserves of some kind and water bath canning because you most likely already have everything you need. Assuming you have the elbow room in your kitchen to work, and a way to boil water and cook the food you want in your jars, you will need a pot big enough to submerge your jars in and another pot to boil sanitize your lids in. And a window to open because there's a lot of boiling and steam.

The jars are sold in the back of every grocery store in America and the more rural you get the closer they get to the front of the store. They're sold in flats of a dozen and have a manual included with recipes and techniques and instructions. The jars are cheap, about a dollar or so each depending on which kind. The fancy jars are more but unless you really want pretty colors and designs on the side you don't need them.

The different shapes are for different contents, but they will all do the same job. For jams and jellies you want jars on the smaller side so you can finish your serving size, so I recommend half a pint or smaller. Keep the box that your jars came in so when you have full jars you can put them back in the box and keep your pantry organized.

Despite all the different shapes the lids are standard sizes which is good because they only seal once. Or at least they're only guaranteed to seal once, I've had wierd things happen with mine but I only trust the seal the first time. So the jars can be reused forever, but the lids are consumables. They're also cheap, in the $6 for a dozen range.

The other thing you're gonna need, and you really will need it, is a pair of canning tongs. Also a magnet on a stick. They're generally sold together as a package right next to the jars. They are for picking up the boiling hot jars and reaching into the boiling water to grab your lids. DO NOT TRY TO DO THIS WITH YOUR FINGERS. DO NOT TRY TO DO THIS WITH NORMAL TONGS. IT HURTS. ALOT.

The canning tongs are grippy and shaped to grab the jar. They don't need to be fancy but you really do need them. Boiling jam and broken glass all over your kitchen is bad. Trust me.

Hot things expand and contract as they cool off and thats the physics we're exploiting when we can things. Hot food goes into a hot jar and the lid goes on with a rubbery seal while everything is expanding. As it cools off to room temp on the counter the hot food and air inside the jar contracts and sucks the lid down with negative pressure. Because it was boiling, all the bacteria in the jar that could have cause food spoilage is dead and because it's sealed nothing new can get in. the lids are very slightly concave and will pop down as they seal, so you have confirmation that you can hear and see and feel that it worked. If it doesn't do this, get another lid and redo the jar. If you look at any store bought jar it will call this the safety button on the lid and it pops up once the jar has been opened.

Because your kitchen is full of steam and everything just came out of boiling water, things will be a bit damp. The lids are metal and will corrode if you store them wet so make sure everything is dry before you put them away. The companies that sell the jars can guarantee the seal for 18 months which is the max time allowed by the FDA. But if you process everything correctly and nothing fails, these things will last for decades. Whether or not you're brave enough to eat something that went into a jar in the bush administration is a different question but you can.

Canning is so fuckin satisfying.

Imagine the feeling of having exactly the right amount of leftovers to perfectly fill the Tupperware. And then that over and over again because the jars come in standard sizes and you can do the math beforehand. Something is satisfied in the monkey brain when you get to cram a bunch of things in containers. You get to watch the cooling jars go plop-polop as they seal themselves and you never have to worry about them going bad. Even if you forget about them for years you will never run into the adhd food tax. Its literally the single most sustainable way to store food, there's no refrigeration, no perpetual carbon foot print or fee. You can reuse the jars for decades. You can do one jar on a stove top or you can scale up and do dozens at once. Sunlight gleaming through jars of canned veggies is one of the most gorgeous things you can see in this life. You can gift them and you don't even have to wrap it because unless you're canning some really odd shit its always appreciated. There isn't much that can't be canned and you can start mixing things up until you have a simple meal that just needs to be warmed up ready to go at all times. If you're concerned about allergies you have complete control about what's going into your canned goods. You can do big jars or teeny jars or fancy jars and the jars are cheap.

Magnificent monkey brain activity. I've been possessed by spirit of a woman from 1846.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life If Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Nine: Life Carries On

Summary- 4.6k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. After Halloween proves to be a busy time for you, but you and Curtis manage to secure a Friday night date at Paulie's where you get your chance to talk to Edgar.

Warnings- Some mad and in Edgar's face Curtis. Curtis's death glare from across a bar? Yeah, that would be scary.

A/N- A nice calmer some healing from Edgar's disrespect. I would like to point out that our Reader is actually saying "I deserve better" and before that wouldn't have happened. Yay for growth! Thank you so much to everyone who reads and shares this personal series for me. @what-is-your-plan-today thank you for always giving it a once over. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Eight / Masterlist

Curtis arranged it so that you would pick him up after you were done at the school that day, meaning he could drive Edgar’s car to the train yard. After a perfect Sunday fixing some of the bullshit Edgar caused, Curtis was still wanting to wrangle the idiot's neck. 

Chubby Chaser, where the fuck did Edgar even get that bullshit? His mood darkened when he put the car in park and across the lot he saw others trot out of the office, pulling their jackets up to block the wind as the first day of November was not only raining, but it was mixing with sleet. The forecast was calling for snow by the end of the day. Before leaving that morning, he had checked your tires to make sure they would handle the snow and slush just fine. 

“Curtis, you do know I am from New England?” You huddled in your driver's seat while the car was warming up, watching as he checked the tread of your car before letting you leave. “My car is ready for winter.” Somewhere the chilly but still tolerable weather on Halloween night had taken a dramatic change and left you with almost winter temps on that November first morning.

He hummed in response as he pushed back up to a stand. “Sure, but have you ever had a Michigan winter? Wind coming off the lake drops down into the negatives almost immediately.” 

You narrow your eyes at him while pushing yourself back out of the car. Reaching up to straighten his jacket collar and smooth your hand against his chest. “Okay you got me, this is my first one, but I lived on Lake George. Granted it’s not one of the Great Lakes, but it is still pretty fierce in the winter. Also my father called me two weeks ago reminding me to get the tires put on. But I would have done it regardless, I swear. You don’t have to worry about me.” 

Curtis ran a knuckle under your chin and tilted your head up to meet him, placing a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth. “I believe you Honey, sorry. I just want you to be safe, I know I might be over bearing but…” He drifted off, a grim smile was placed and you seemed to dawn in understanding; having lost his family in a car accident made him wary. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you nodded once more to assure him. 

“Feel free to check my tires everyday Curtis.” 

Curtis pressed his mouth to your forehead, hugging you in a silent thank you. “Come get me at the train yard afterwards? If it's not shitty out, I will take us out before you drop me off at home.” 

You broke into a smile. “Deal. Have a good day at work.” You gave a wave of your fingers as you slipped back in behind the driver's seat and pulled out of his driveway, turning towards the school across town. 

Curtis braced himself for Edgar as he made his way into the office. Tanya lifted her head from her computer while Curtis clocked in, she grabbed a clipboard and set it at the edge of her desk for Curtis to collect. While he flipped through the day's deliveries as well as the two freight cars that had seized wheels he needed to fix, he started muttering to himself about the scheduling mishaps. “Do they know we need more than fifteen minutes to unload those cars? Gilliam is out of his damn mind thinking we are gonna get it all off that quick in this weather.” 

Tanya waved her hand. “Forget that Curtis, is Y/N okay?” 

Curtis tucked the clipboard away, his face darkening. “She is perfectly fine, we spent a nice Sunday together.” 

Tanya was about to ask what the two of you did when Edgar slipped into the office, rubbing at his hands to warm them up. “Hey…” He said cautiously, Curtis dug his hands into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, tossing them on the counter. 

“Cars in the lot.” 

“Listen man, I’m sorry for what I said. Can’t we put this behind us?” Edgar tried reasoning as he grabbed his car keys. Curtis rounded on his friend, making Edgar seem small as he backed up a step. Tanya watched wide eyed from behind the desk. Grey came in next, catching Curtis getting in Edgar’s face. 

“There is no putting it behind us Jackass. I had to convince Y/N that I was the lucky one to be with her. So no. You can fuck right off.” 

“Curtis I was drunk. Y/N has to know I’m basically an idiot.” Edgar protested as Curtis made a grab at his jacket, looking like he was ready to beat the shit out of him when Tanya clapped her hands to catch everyone's attention. 

“Hey! No fighting in my office.”

Grey moved in between them, separating the men. Curtis backed up, throwing his hands up to say he was done. “You wanna fix this Edgar? Apologize to Y/N and not some bullshit apology about how you were drunk. Fucking mean it. When she tells me she has forgiven you, maybe we can be good again. Till then, stay the fuck out of my way.” He pushed his way out of the office, leaving the three of them behind. 

“I’m so fucking screwed.” Edgar muttered and Tanya smacked at the back of his head, making him wince. 

“I can’t believe you did that shit Edgar, you are lucky I don't wring your neck.” She hissed while Grey nodded in agreement as he clocked himself in. 

“I was drunk!” 

“No fucking excuse.” 

Claude was waiting for you the moment you came in, holding out a tall cup of coffee. You took it gratefully while setting your bag down behind your desk. “You are a life saver.” 

“So I’ve been told.” She perched on the edge of your desk while you took care of your stuff before your students came in. “Did everything smooth out Sunday?” 

You paused, recalling Saturday night's disaster and how wonderful Sunday ended up being regardless. “Halloween was fantastic. Curtis and I handed out candy that night and we watched a scary movie.” 

Claude gave you a look, a look that called you out as a liar. “That's it huh?” 

You bit your lip and your face couldn't keep that innocent look anymore. “Of course not, he made it his personal mission yesterday to ruin me. I don’t know how I’m walking today.” 

That made Claude grin wickedly back. “I knew it, it's always those broody quiet types.” She wiggled her brows while sipping from her coffee. “Did he kill that little prick?” 

You sighed at the mention of Edgar. “No, and I feel kind of guilty. He is one of Curtis’s closest friends.” 

Claude rolled her eyes. “He was an ass.” 

“Absolutely agreed. I just feel bad about it.” 

“Well don’t, I’m glad the little prick got caught. That was disrespectful to you and Curtis.” 

You let that sink in a moment. All this time you thought about how it was affecting Curtis and not really what it meant to you, your mind seemed to block out that it was disrespectful to you as well. Not wanting to dwell on it much more, you turned the subject to her. “So, Grey… what do you think?” 

Her eyes lit up and she scrolled through her phone to show it to you. “Texted all day yesterday. I think we are gonna go on a date soon.” 

“Grey seems like a great guy every time I’ve ever met him. I’m sure you will have a great time.” 

“Yeah, I hope so. Umm, do you think it’s weird how close he seems to his baby mama?” She asked, genuinely curious and maybe wondering if that would be something to worry about. You came around the desk, holding your cup and sipping from it. 

“I mean, I just met Ella Saturday, but… no? Heck she was the one trying to introduce you two after she met you. I think genuinely they are just friends? But I really don’t know the situation there. I think that if you want to pursue this, you should ask Grey. He seems like a pretty straightforward kind of guy.” 

“I will see if I can casually bring it up in one of our conversations.” It was hard to miss the hopeful beam crossing Claude’s face. “I hope so, I really like him.” The bell rang and Claude checked the time. “Crap, I will catch up later.” She bounded off your desk, weaving through the students who were happily chatting about their weekends. Taking a few more moments to yourself, one last sip of your coffee and you grabbed the lesson plans of the day. 

The rest of the week and well into the next flew by for you. You and Curtis planned on meeting back up Friday night as you were in the middle of preparing for students for the first trimester switch over, grades needed to be finalized and notes written to parents. It meant long nights at the school with the rest of Mason Academy’s staffing team. 

But that didn’t mean Curtis didn’t still pop into your day to day life. You two would send texts through the day, he had taken to sending you snippets of whatever book he was reading, and midweek you came home to having a door dash appear with an order from a local chinese place that you two had gone to the week before, already paid in full. Opening it up, you found your order from that date and then some extra so you would have at least a few meals out of it. Plucking out a spring roll, you snapped a picture of you taking a bite of the crispy roll and sent it to Curtis. 

Thank you for dinner. It was such a hectic day. 😮‍💨

I figured Honey, enjoy your meal. 

You were thoroughly looking forward to going out Friday night, having suggested hitting up Paulie’s that night. Curtis would be able to make a few extra bucks helping bartend, Claude had messaged you that she was planning on meeting up with Grey there, and you were more than willing to throw darts as a stress reliever- picturing a few choice parents' faces as the bullseye. Curtis was happy to go along with whatever you wanted to do. You offered to meet him there, and when you arrived, you found him already behind the bar. Claiming a spot at the end, you settled in to watch him work and openly check him out as it had been a few weeks since the last bartending flirting session, the memory of it making a spiral of arousal settle in your belly. 

A too tight in the shoulders white henley shirt stretched across his chest, your eyes roving down to strong forearms flexing as he worked the line of taps. You saw the flash of a laugh in his usual serious features, it looked like he had given himself a fresh cut, your palms twitched, knowing how soft it would be right now to run your hands over. Handing over a beer with a coaster, he wiped his hands on a towel that he had hooked in the back pocket of his jeans when he came to where you were seated. Curtis was able to easily reach over the bar counter to hook a hand against the back of your neck and lean in to give you a kiss. “Go claim us a table and I will be right over? You want anything from the kitchen?” 

“Mmhh, whatever you are in the mood for. Claude messaged me earlier, her and Grey are going to stop in later.” 

Curtis prepared a pitcher for the two of you as well as some glasses. “Yes, he mentioned it to me earlier they would be stopping in. Seems Ella ended up playing matchmaker Halloween weekend.” 

“Yup, and I couldn’t be more pleased about it. Claude hasn’t stopped talking about Grey since that night” You grinned as you collected the stuff Curtis handed to you. “See you in a minute, Handsome.” Leaving the bar, you were able to find a table over by the darts, which you poured the beer in the frosty mugs, collected darts and suddenly a pair of arms circled around your waist and scruff scratched at your neck while a pair of lips smoothed against a sweet little spot behind your ear. Curtis’ hard body pressed in behind you, enveloping you with his warm scent. “Mmhh I missed you.” 

You tilted your head back enough to share a kiss. “It was a crazy week, I wouldn’t have been much fun.” Curtis ran his hands along your hips, giving a squeeze and pulling you back into him a moment while nipping another kiss before letting you go so you both could sit at the little table. He had brought a small appetizer tray to go with the pitcher you had brought with you. Grabbing a chip to dunk it in some salsa, you bit into it while he took a drag off the beer. “Next couple isn’t going to be any better.” 

“What’s gonna be going on?”

 “Got some parent teacher conference days coming up. But I don’t want to discuss school anymore. How was your week? You listened to me bitch all week about mine.” 

His eyes crinkled at you in amusement and gave a wink. “Typical, bullshit at the yard with scheduling. Tanya fishing for details about what we're up to, spent a few nights working on the Camaro.” 

“You have to break Tanya’s heart?” You chuckled a bit while wiping your fingers clean, Curtis reached for some of the saucy wings, giving a shrug while grinning. 

“I might have let her think something was going on, all her own conclusion. I just neither denied nor confirmed it.” 

You snorted in laughter at him. “You didn’t!” 

“I sure as hell did, she wants to be nosy, she can think what she wants.” He licked his lips clean while setting the bone aside, grabbing at your napkin that you used earlier and wiped at his mouth and fingers. 

“How have things been at work with Edgar?” You asked after a few moments, studying the small appetizer tray, but sneaking a look at Curtis to try and gauge his response while taking the complimentary celery stick and nibbling on it. 

Curtis shook his head. “Fuck him, told him to leave me alone.” Your heart sank a bit, but you remembered what Claude had said earlier about remembering how utterly disrespectful it had been to you and Curtis. You reached across the table and gave a light squeeze before pulling yourself up to a stand and going around the small table to hug around his neck, his arm instinctively went around your waist and pulled you in close. “Don’t let that dumbass take up any more of our night, Honey. You gonna try beating me at darts?” 

“What do I get if I do?” You bit at your lip and distracted him momentarily, his pupils widening at the sight. Large hands clasped your ass and gave a firm squeeze that made you arch a bit. “Also ‘try’? Listen, I already know I’m gonna kick your ass Everett.”  

“Whatever you want Honey, but I’m winning. When I win, you are coming home with me.” 

You smirked feeling him grab at you, sure as shit that he was going to get what he wanted. You wrapped your hand in the chain hanging around his neck and pulled him in closer till you were inches away. “Well fuck Curtis, that was what I was going to pick. Guess if I win, my prize is your cock.” You took great pleasure at the way his eyes widened in surprise and you pulled him in rest of the way to give him a tongue teasing kiss, drawing out a groan from deep in his chest and his hands digging harshly into your ass to hold you close to him, it was when you pulled away, you felt his eyes following you hungrily while you went to the throw line and take aim with your darts. As you took your shot, you heard him muttering to himself. 

“Fucking Christ woman, you just spring that on me and then go shoot knowing now you are gonna win.” 

You grinned to yourself as you took aim once more, sure to give a slight shake of your waist just to hear him groan behind you once more like he was in pain while you let the dart go. You did pretty good for someone still learning you thought to yourself as Curtis came up next to you, sputtering under his breath while taking aim himself. 

His bicep bulged as his arm lifted and his fingers fit around the dart while taking his aim. Sure you might have been distracting to him, but you had to really work at it. Curtis, it just came natural. You stood behind him while drinking in the wide legged stance he was comfortable with, long legs led up to the best looking ass in a pair of black jeans you have ever seen, that had to be cinched tight with a belt. The plain white tee he wore stretched across a broad back that hid nothing in the way he flexed, his shoulders shifting with the lift of an arm. It was enough to make you suck on your bottom lip to stifle the moan of appreciation, his head tilting slightly to look back at you. 

You must have made a noise of some kind, because the rest of your body was getting hot and bothered. Crystalline blues sparked with amusement and you could see the way the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin. Turning back to take the next shots, you escaped back to your table to find refuge in your mug of beer, wondering if the rush of alcohol could possibly save you now. 

You were tipping your head back to drain the last few swallows when Curtis squeezed his hand against your hip while going to take his own, that one brow of his quirking up. “Now you know what you make me feel every damn time Honey. Fucking hell makes me want to bend you right over this table.” 

You snorted in surprise, covering your mouth to keep your composure as you glared at Curtis who busted into an easy laugh. The push and pull between you two was so easy going that time passed without a notice, a couple empty pitchers littering your table as well as the remains of used napkins and half full glasses. You two were taking a break from playing darts, Curtis sitting in one of the tall chairs made for the table, you were standing between his spread thighs, whispering to him how you couldn’t wait to get him home, running your hands up his covered chest and flirting with him till his jaw was clenching while keeping himself in check, his own hands sliding over your ass and giving very firm squeezes. 

Suddenly he stilled though, his gaze falling over your shoulder and hardening. You pulled back in worry. “Curtis, what's wrong?” You glanced around and saw what had him closing up on you. Edgar leaned against the bar, chatting with Paulie. Turning back to him, you grasped his chin and tilted him to look towards you. “I’m not upset about it anymore. He was being a dumbass like you said.” 

Curtis grunted slightly, an arm tightening slightly around you almost possessively. “That he is.” 

“So, you gotta let this anger go Curtis, can’t let him ruin our night.” You nudged at him slightly and his eyes narrowed. 

“I already told him that when he made it up to you, then I wouldn't think about wringing his neck.” 

You pulled back slightly while considering what he said. Untangling yourself from around him, Curtis made to grasp back at you, but you dodged his hands while gathering the emptied pitchers and cups. 

“Be right back.” 

“Y/N…” He tried getting you to stop, but you shook your head at him and told him that you would only be a minute and to stay right there. With a look of resignation he did stay, but you could see him simmering about it. Pulling up beside Edgar, you unloaded the dirty dishes. 

“Can we get another round Paulie?” The man broke from his conversation with Edgar and went to refill a pitcher. 

Edgar turned towards you, eyes darting to where Curtis was across the room and back to you. “Y/N, I was hoping to bump into you tonight.” 

You made yourself comfortable next to him, nodding. “I figured as much, we have to talk. Edgar. I have some things I need to tell you as well.” 

“First let me apologize for Halloween Y/N.” Edgar started. “I was so out of line and I honestly don’t even know where it came from. I swear I don’t believe that at all and it was such an asshole thing of me to say.” 

You nodded in agreement. “It was out of line Edgar, I didn’t deserve that and Curtis didn’t either. You are his friend and should be happy for him.” You turned to face the younger man, ready to lay into him. “What Curtis and I like and don’t like is nobody's business but our own, my weight is most certainly nothing you should ever be concerning yourself about and it really hurts that you would imply that the only reason your friend would be interested in me is because of that. You don’t even know me Edgar and right now all I know about you is that you are a judgemental bastard and not a very good friend to Curtis.” He went to start again and you cut him off. “I also know Curtis isn’t ready to forgive you until I do, so I really want to know if you are sorry Edgar, actually sorry. I want to know where that came from.” You paused when Paulie came over and left the pitcher. When he left, picking up the hint that you and Edgar were having a private discussion, you turned back to Edgar, waiting on an answer. 

You could tell that he was uncomfortable, which is what you wanted. This conversation wasn’t supposed to be easy for him. You deserved an honest answer and you weren’t planning on giving him the usual brush off you always did in the past when it came to these kinds of situations, you were done with being treated less because you weren’t what was considered average. “I was drunk, but that’s not why I said it.” Edgar’s gaze dropped to the bar in shame. “I saw how happy Curtis was, like genuinely happy for the first time in a long time and I was jealous.” 

You frowned while listening to him. “You were jealous of Curtis?” 

“Yup, pathetic right? He is one of my closest friends and it stung like a son of a bitch that he got to have that with you and I wanted it. You just dropped into his life and suddenly things just seemed better for him.” 

“Well you are not going to meet someone by being a shallow dick like that.” You pointed out and Edgar lifted his gaze to meet yours. 

“I deserved that.” 

“You did, none of us are going to be perfect. Picking apart someone's flaws is going to do nothing but leave you lonely and miserable.” 

“I know, I felt like shit afterwards and I regret even thinking about it, let alone saying it. In fact, I got you something to hopefully make up for ruining your party. You don’t have to forgive me if you don’t want to, I understand if you tell me to eat shit and fuck off. But I really do want you and Curtis to have this.” He handed you over a slip of paper. You unfolded it and read the business header on the top. 

“Lakeside Cabins?” You questioned while looking over the rest of the paper. 

“Yes, any weekend you want, it’s all paid for. You just have to call them to reserve the date. I know its not alot, but I thought a weekend away can replace the one I fucked up.” He said seriously and you were shocked for a moment at what he was giving you. 

“Wow Edgar… this is… thank you.” You refolded the paper. “I’m sure Curtis will appreciate this as well.” 

The man gave a small smile at your reaction, brushing his hand at the back of his neck and shrugged a bit, but looked relieved at that moment. “Well like you said, I was being a judgemental bastard and that's not who I want to be. I’m really happy for Curtis and want to be friends with you as well.” 

You let all he said sink in and felt that it was genuine. Holding out your hand for him, you gave a smile. “I would like that to Edgar, let’s start over?” Edgar gave a nod and shook your hand. Grabbing the pitcher of beer, you tilted your head over to your table where you knew Curtis was studying the two of you closely. “You should come over sometime and play a game with us.” You glanced at Curtis and bit at your lip to hide a smile at the absolutely stone cold way he glared over at the two of you. “If you want to risk it.” 

Edgar gave a small wave over to Curtis, who gave a sharp small nod in acknowledgment. “Maybe…we will see. I probably better let you go first, keep me safe.” He joked, which made you laugh and gently clasp your hand against his shoulder before moving to a stand. 

“Don’t be a chicken shit, Edgar.” 

“You’re not the one who's being threatened to get his head ripped off by both the Everett’s. Ella has already threatened to make my body disappear.” Edgar groaned out as you left him behind, going to join Curtis once more. Sitting in the seat next to him, you slid the piece of paper over to him. 

“You can stop giving him the death glare, I think he is really sorry.” You informed him while he curiously opened up the paper to look at it. You scooted your chair closer while he read the information to himself, leaning your head against his arm. 

“He gave you this?” Curtis flipped the paper to see if there was anything on the back and then looked at it again. “These are about an hour drive from here, nice little places from what I can tell.” 

“Yup, any weekend we would like to go. A way of trying to fix the weekend he ruined he said.” Curtis handed over the paper and you folded it back up to tuck it away for safekeeping. “Paid in full.” 

“I guess that was nice of him.” Curtis grumbled out, grabbing at the pitcher and pouring two glasses for the both of you. 

“I thought it was and I also told him I forgave him.” You lifted your head from his arm and took the beer glass for him, tilting up to press a kiss against his bristled cheek. “But that doesn't mean you should until you are ready, Curtis. As Claude pointed out to me, it wasn't just disrespectful to me, but to you as well.” Grabbing at your darts, you left him sitting there, pondering over what you said while you went to finish off the last game of the night.

[ur-favorite-queer-queen]

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For Maribat March day 4 theme internet friends

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It was peaceful for once in the manor. Dick, Tim, Damian, Steph, Cass, and Babs were all in the living room doing their own thing. However peace cannot last forever and the silent atmosphere was interrupted by one Timothy Drake-Wayne. 

“Guys come check this out!” He exclaimed, his phone facing the others in the room. They all gathered around the phone, some more annoyed than others. On screen was a video and Tim hit play. 

It showed a girl with dark hair, blue eyes, and pale skin motioning for someone off screen to come over. There was music going on in the background and the girl was obviously getting impatient. The figure came on screen and they were all shocked to see it was Jason. Then at the top of the screen the words ‘Doing this trend with my overprotective best friend’ appeared and now they were very confused. Jason had never mentioned this girl before.

The music stopped and the girl repeated the lyrics “Look at my ass, look at my thighs” as she turned around. But before she could turn around Jason picked her up and carried her off screen before the video ended. 

“What was that?” Dick asked after a few seconds of silence. 

“It’s a trend on tik tok that girls usually do with their boyfriends, but in this case Jason and this girl are just best friends.” Steph answered. 

“How does Jason even know this girl?” Dick pointed out, asking the question that was on all of their minds. Unfortunately, no one, not even Tim, knew the answer. 

Cass then spoke up, “Watch more.” She grabbed Tim’s phone and played another video, however this time it was Jason holding the camera. He came over to the strange girl who looked to be baking something. She looked up at him weirdly, asking something that couldn’t be heard because of the audio playing, luckily they could read lips. 

‘What are you doing?’ She asked

Jason responded with ‘Just listen.’ 

She turned her attention to the camera as the lyrics “That’s my best friend, that’s my best friend” played. Jason was moving to the beat and that seemed to convince the girl to also move to the beat. The song continued with more lyrics playing “She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my best friend”. Then suddenly the lyrics “I just fuck her her from time to time” played and the girl whipped out her spoon and started whacking him on the head with it. She was screaming ‘LIES’ just before the video cut out. 

This led to them going on a spree of watching their tik toks. Apparently this was their shared account and both of them had separate accounts they planned to look at later. An hour had passed of them just watching their tik toks before they stumbled upon an intriguing one. The caption was ‘You guys asked for it, so I’ll explain. This is going to be my side of the story.’

It showed Margot, as they had found out her name was, sitting on her bed recording herself painting her nails a blood red as she talked. 

“Ok so you guys have been asking for this for a while so here it is. How I met Jason part one. And Jason will also be doing his side of the story, just so you’re aware, watch that after this. But this also takes place after the whole ‘Hawkmoth and Lila Incident’ so if you haven’t watched that storytime on my personal account, you should probably go do that.” 

One look at each other and they knew they were gonna look at the story afterwards. It was getting too good to leave now.

“So a long time ago I had a venting account on Instagram. Now I had many venting accounts, all with different usernames, including Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, all that good stuff but Instagram is where I met Jason. I posted something about how death could never stop me because I had died by the hands of an akuma before but ladybug’s cure brought me back to life. But then later on in the post I said something about how if this one boy, you all know who he is, couldn’t take a hint then I would rather let death take me than bother living in this mortal realm. Jason ended up seeing the post since we were following each other at the time and DMed me. Now he said and I quote ‘Yo, my username at the time, if you need me to come and beat this guys ass I would be more than happy too. I would gladly let death claim me as well without your shit posts to relate to.’” 

She had tried to make her voice sound deeper and had stopped painting her nails so she could do air quotes. “Looking back on it now, that is such a Jason thing to say, but at the time I was pretty confused and mildly concerned. And time’s up, part two will be posted right now.” 

“Wait, what the heck is an akuma and ladybug’s cure and why did she die from it!?!?!” Dick shouted once the video ended. 

“Dick you don’t know what she’s talking about?” Babs asked in disbelief. 

“Tt, Grayson, and I thought you were one of the smart ones in this family.” Damian scoffed. 

“Does everyone here, but me, know what she's talking about?” Dick questioned, getting yes and nods from everyone in the room.

“Okay Dick,” Tim began, “This is gonna be pretty unbelievable and complicated so I’ll try to explain it as best I can in a short amount of time so we can finish her side of the story before dinner. So while I’m explaining don’t interrupt me.” 

He waited for Dick to nod his head before continuing. “There are jewelry called miraculous that house mini gods that grant powers to whoever has the jewelry. Each miraculous houses a different god thus a different power. Miraculous themselves, including the gods bound to them, are neutral so they can be used for good or evil depending on who wields them. 

Hawkmoth and Mayura used the butterfly and peacock miraculouses for evil purposes and were basically emotional terrorists to the people of Paris. Hawkmoth was able to send out a butterfly with magic to a person feeling negative emotions and manipulate them to do his bidding. These butterflies and villains created by the butterflies were called akumas. If you were or became an akuma you were akumatized. Mayura was able to send out a feather with magic that also used negative emotions to create a monster that aided the akuma. The feathers were called amuks and the monsters were called sentimonsters. 

That was when the heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir also came along and fought Hawkmoth. Ladybug had the ladybug miraculous which granted her the power of lucky charm and miraculous ladybug. Lucky charm gave her an item needed to defeat the akuma and miraculous ladybug reversed all the damage a fight caused. She also had the task of purifying the akuma, turning it back into a butterfly. Chat Noir had the black cat miraculous which granted the power of cataclysm, which made it so he could destroy anything he touched. The 2 worked as a team for around a year before they brought in other temporary heroes who are not that important. Eventually all their temp heroes’ identities were outed and they could no longer use them so they were back to square one. 

However many people noticed that Chat Noir was not taking his job as seriously, he began sitting out battles, flirting with ladybug while there was an akuma, and even getting civilians killed, relying too heavily on ladybug’s cure. We’re not exactly sure what happened, we assumed she snapped because one akuma attack Chat Noir was not there. Instead, there was a whole new team of miraculous wielders including Murder Hornet wielder of the bee miraculous who had the power venom which let her temporarily paralize her opponent, Red Illusion wielder of the fox miraculous who had the power mirage which let him create illusions, Peridot Protector wielder of the turtle miraculous who had the power shelter which allowed him to create indestructible shields, Medusa wielder of the snake miraculous who had the power second chance which allowed her to reset the time line as many times as needed to win the battle, Mustang wielder of the horse miraculous who had the power voyage which let him create portals, and a new black cat holder, Midnight. 

The team took 6 months to defeat Hawkmoth and Mayura, who turned out to be Gabriel Agreste and Natalie Sancour. The Justice League tried to recruit them but they all wanted to live normal lives. Ladybug still checks in every 3-6 months to reassure everyone she still has all the miraculous. I don’t blame them, especially Ladybug, for wanting a normal life. This whole thing started when they were around 13 and ended when they were around 17.”

Tim then clicked on part two of her story, not even waiting for Dick to recover from the huge information dump. 

It was the exact same place she was at in part one, and she was still painting her nails the same shade of blood red. “Okay guys part two of how Jason and I met. If you didn’t watch part one go watch then return to this one. So picking up where we left off I Dmed him back and we ended up having a very long conversation about murder, people not understanding the word no, and spineless cowards. This went on for quite a while of us just messaging each other and eventually we gave each other our emails and then phone numbers. I gave him my phone number just before I moved out of Paris. After like 6 months of texting we planned to meet up at some park in New York that was near the apartment I lived at at the time. Now in hindsight that was a very dumb move on my part so to all the kids watching don’t go meeting up with strangers you meet on the internet. Do as I say not as I did. I almost regretted my decision to meet up with him because he is intimidating as hell! He’s like over 6 foot tall, with muscles the size of my head! I honestly thought that I had put myself in a very bad situation but thankfully he was just as nice in real life like he was over text. We ended up hanging out a lot more and long story short we’re best friends!” 

It was at this point that she looked directly into the camera with a glare that could rival Batman’s, stating, “Literally just best friends to all the people who think shipping us is okay!” And just like that, it was gone, “Anyways see you guys next video, bye!” 

And with that the video ended and the Wayne children, minus Jason obviously, were left wondering how they missed the fact Jason had a female best friend. One where they declared their friendship on the internet nonetheless!

“Well that was certainly something.” Steph commented. 

“Yeah, who knew Jason could have a non hero friend that we didn’t know about.” Tim joked. 

“So are we gonna watch Jason’s part?” Dick asked. 

“I don’t think we have time for that, but we can watch it after dinner.” Tim suggested, “Alfred is probably on his way to get us right now.”

“Tt, what do we do now?” Damian questioned. 

It was then that Cass stole Tim’s phone and started to play a new tik tok. And it showed Margot trying to teach Jason how to do the WAP dance. They were never letting him hear the end of this.

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I am literally so sorry for that huge information dump with the miraculous. I did not expect to get that carried away while writing and by the time I realized it, it was too late and I had to post. Honestly because of how much I wrote I will probably use the miraculous holders names in a future fic, cause I’m lazy. :P Also if you wanna guess their identities feel free to! Anyways tomorrows prompt fic thing will be like a prequel for this one, it’s basically why Marinette now goes by Margot and why she lived/lives in New York. The prompt “Betrayal" will be connected to this as well. :)  Also sorry this was posted so late, I had things to do, that I still need to do...I hate procrastination

@maribatmarch-2k21

[dragynkeep]

I’m gonna compare Yang and Edward Elric real quick because you guys reminded me of something.

Yang and Edward are both disabled. Yang lost her arm to Adam that has left her with PTSD. Edward lost both an arm and a leg trying to bring back his mom that had left him with PTSD as well (though I forgot if this is touched on in the show). However, There is a massive MASSIVE difference between Yang and Edward’s prosthetics. (Or how their respective shows handle them)

Edwards prosthetics are treated like prosthetics you may see in the real world. They need maintance. They break. He can’t go into cold places without a special alloy, and he can’t go into hot places AT ALL or it burns his skin. These problems are SHOWN. Several times throughout the show/manga, Edward lives without his prosthetics while they are undergoing care/maintenance or whenever they break. During this time he is usually given an ill fitting temporary prosthetic so he can walk (but not one for his arm). In the manga (not the show) Edward deals with phantom pains that keep him up at night. His prosthetics are so heavy that it’s theorized in the show that it stunts his growth!

Yang…doesn’t deal with any of that? We don’t see her go through maintenance of her arm. She goes to atlas no problem, even though freeze temps on metal can cause damage to the skin. Her prosthetic just feels like a metal arm that she can detach…it just…doesn’t feel like CRWBY really cared about the prosthetic aspect of her arm and just went “metal arm!”

I want to say though, disability is not defined by someones struggle. Im not trying to minimize someone’s disability/struggle by how “easy” they have it.

I just think miles and kerry didn’t do much research when it comes to prosthetics and how they work/function or the effect they can have on someone’s life.

And, Maria’s “I get my eyes check every 10 years” is not good enough proof of prosthetics needing to be maintained. Normally, prosthetic limbs (the socket at least) need to be replaced/maintained every 3-5 years. Hell, prosthetic eyes need to be cleaned every 3 weeks with a doctor visit every year. Again, it just feels like MKEK didn’t do any research…

Idk sorry I just needed to get that off my chest.

no, no don’t be sorry this was really good to read !! & i absolutely agree with you that someone’s “being disabled” should not be measured on how much they struggle with the world around them !! there is a whole world of nuance between disabled writers writing this type of story & ablebodied, mostly nt writers writing a story where their main disabled rep is essentially cured of all her mental & physical ills with a new fancy arm & murdering a man, all while ignoring the side effects that would still be there even with a prosthetic.

like what we’re shown with edward. he has a prosthetic to help him but it doesn’t come without it’s own drawbacks & he still suffers with his ptsd. meanwhile yang’s arm functions even better than her flesh one & is a weapon all in one, all while not having any of these realistic drawbacks. her ptsd is all but gone also after she murdered adam, which is just a wholly inappropriate interpretation of ptsd from nt writers. even miles can’t hide behind his adhd for this, having adhd is not the same as having ptsd, not by a long shot. they are two incredibly different disorders.

i doubt mkek did very much research about ptsd or prosthesis for disability which is incredibly disappointing because i would’ve expected better from someone who has been open about his disorder to pay the same respect to other disorders. this could’ve been a really good opportunity to show how ptsd & disability are treated in such a live or die world as remnant where there are literal man killing monsters attracted to grief & negative emotions.

[borom1r]

this post is getting notes again!! hehe! :3

deeply autistic abt this topic so a lil addendum:

the Battle of the Hornburg was fought in March + im not abt to dox my state on a silly LotR post but suffice to say we have a bitch of a weather pattern and long winters, but by March temps are usually above freezing and any snow that falls won’t stick— I don’t think what we see in the films gives us a good idea of actual Rohirric winters

we also know Helm was found frozen in the snow, dead, so at least the areas of Rohan near the mountains got snow + temps cold enough for someone to freeze to death outside

as far as the rest of Rohan, basing this off my own winter experiences, even if the snow doesn’t stick it is 110% the wind that will do you in. wind chill is an evil spiteful facet of winter and it causes so many problems. Riders In Particular will want Layers, and again, that all might look like a lot but it is really truly not. I wear my wool viking kit occasionally just to run around in the winter BECAUSE of how adaptable it is— you won’t break it out in the heat of summer, but for going between galloping around on horseback dealing with Fucking Wind to a building where your source of heat is Fire, you’re gonna do just fine in wool (or going between negative temps outdoors and a modern heated grocery store)

also of note is that a lot of what we see Éomer wearing IN the films appears to be multiple layers of wool and/or suede; even when he’s at rest, he keeps an arming doublet on over a wool surcoat + tunic (presumably a linen tunic, since he and Théodred wear basically the same clothes), so he seems to be in moderate cold weather clothing. considering this + the fact we see him in March/April, I feel it’s safe to say his actual winter clothes Would be very similar to what’s pictured above -w-

ty for coming to my ted talk. i just think Éomer deserves to be cozy

did I ever actually post pics of Iron Age Norse winter garb inspo for Éomer or did I just ramble about gender conventions and disappear into the void…..

[awellboiledicicle]

Like i literally spend the entire year trying to determine how fucked we’re all gonna be in fire season or how long it’ll last. 

This is mostly spent wincing when the snow doesn’t stick in the mountains, which means there’s not going to have icepack to slowly keep the plants all watered and green--meaning they’ll be dead and flammable later. It also means the ground’s gonna be dry, so when it does rain the plants take advantage and so we get massive growth followed by mass die off when theres no longer water.  Then we get massive rainstorms that cause flooding bc they go on for so long the ground physically cannot absorb things well, so there’s another massive boom of growth and die off. And we get mudslides with the flooding.  All the while dead plants are drying and building up and if they’re not getting cleared out--which no one can cover the whole state, not unless the government decides to pay land management really well and hire a bunch of people to go clear brush and collect it into a site where it can be safely burned--which means its gonna be a tinderbox.

Did you know that a really hot, dry summer can just,,,, start shit on fire if given enough time. That’s why no ones really surprised when we have red flag warnings and heat advisories and then shit starts on fire.  Part of it is humans being dipshits, part of it is humans tend to like... drive. One spark from a trailer hitch hitting a bump at speed can start a fire. Lawnmowers hitting rocks. Sure, part of it is human. But part of it is that the process of rotting plant matter can very quickly decide it’s going to ignite. That’s why you keep a close eye on compost piles, because they can and often do get so hot inside from the decay that they light on fire. Which catches other things on fire. 

Like, ok so.  Imagine we start in winter. It’s a heavy snow, pretty consistant. No surprise warm snaps melting everything, sweet. It’s high up on the mountains and stays there. Good news. Only when spring hits, it’s not in like the 50′s on the high end. No, it’s in the 80′s.  All that snow starts to melt. Most people see the green and go “early spring! yay!!” They tend to ignore the following wave of crunchy brown. Around here the soil is largely clay and sand. People don’t notice how unstable it is until the rain in spring comes. Add that to the melt off, and even more green. Growth, lushness. People are happy.  And then the dry comes and another rain. and more. The hills start sliding because the plants holding them together were removed for a lawn or sitting area outside a shop. Roads flood because while they’re SUPPOSED to be designed to guide water off the road, the logging trucks and semis hauling goods have worn ditches in the pavement. So you just kinda learn how to hydroplane as part of how you drive, along with what to do if you see a large chunk of earth fall onto the road. Floods start. Roads become impassable, and the growth continues and so do the slides. People point to the growth as proof it’s somewhat positive.  then summer comes and everything dies. The only green not directly around a water source is lawns people desperately try to maintain for vanity purposes. The ground is now baked hard and nothing could grow easily--though certain ‘weeds’ do. ones that burn very easily. People go swimming and consider it just a thing that happens as hundreds of acres go up in flames. Hundreds are left homeless, dozens die, towns are defended by people who get 2 hours of sleep because they’ve been housed in a shut down school. They are expected to put everything out before school starts, because they can’t have fire fighters around. Even if the fire is still close.  Fire season doesn’t care about when school starts. It doesn’t care that the things it devours were loved or not. It doesn’t care that you’ve lived someplace for decades, or that your only mementos of a loved one were in that house. Or even if you’re in that house as it consumes it.  This Is Just What Happens, people insist. The Fireworks Were Worth It, they say as someone elses home is reduced to ash.  The only respite is when it gets too cold for the fires to build their own weather properly and drive themselves. Throws off the air currents and makes it harder for them to build-- even if the wind pushes them around. The damp helps. Some still burn up until it snows. Winter fires are a deadly reminder that departments often only have so much water to throw at a problem when it could freeze and break the trucks. That no one has the funding, not even paid departments, to constantly repair engines that break when the temps hit the negatives. They do their best while taking the gamble. And again we watch the snow, and hope it comes in well again.

This is year round. I can’t ignore it because my whole family fights fires for a living. I have a scanner telling me everything 24/7 that i can’t turn off in case the radio towers were burned down again and dispatch can only get the word out through active911 or the godradio. I watch the kids of the fire fighters and try very hard not to wonder if these like... 8 year olds know their parents could very well not come home. Or let show that every single call my family goes on could be the last one. Because its dangerous, but needs doing.  I would like to say i don’t also bitch about it being hard to breathe, and the ash feeling gritty on my skin, or being able to smell the melted plastic in the air. I’d be lying, but i’d like to say it. 

More than that, i’d like it if humanity could get its shit together enough that every single goddamn year isn’t just wondering if its going to be dozens or hundreds dead/homeless/out of work because their job or town burned down. 

If you can’t tell, i’m a bit heated about this tonight

[forkanna]

[AO3 LINK] [WATTPAD] [QUOTEV]

NOTE:  Lyrics copyrighted to Lisa Loeb, of course. (I cry every time.)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Elsa, hey!" Honey laughed as they got close enough. "Check this out - there's a little bonfire thing! And it's sanctioned, so we won't get ticketed for starting a fire."

"I think it's the corpse of a luau," Kristoff remarked. "So who's our new buddy?"

"Ah. Zis is Anna," she began, eyes pleading so hard with Honey - though the woman's dark eyebrows still shot up in surprise at the accent anyway. "Anna, zese are my friends, Kristoff and Honey."

"Hey!" the firecracker herself piped up with a little wave. "Oh man, this looks awesome - is there gonna be hula dancers and a roast pig and all that junk? I wish I could stay…"

"You, uh… can't?" Elsa asked.

"Not without a room," she snorted. "But I can grab one on the way back - when I'm like twenty miles away from Resortapalooza and can afford it."

Kristoff started them walking toward the fire, even though he was still looking at Elsa in bewilderment. Inwardly, Elsa was prepared to throw herself into it when they arrived. "Uhhhhh, on your way back where?"

"Arizona. I'm studying in Tempe but I live in Phoenix."

While Elsa mentally filed that away, he answered, "Oof… that's a drive. Say, don't I know you from someplace?"

Honey rolled her eyes as she sipped at the fruity beverage she had ordered. "Arizona? You do much work there, Kris?"

"No… that's not it…"

Elsa suddenly let out a long sigh. "Ahhh, it is a lovely fire. I vould love to stay by it, but perhaps I vill take a valk, ja?"

"Hey, hang on a sec," Anna stalled her with a smile. "There's a couple abandoned guitars over there, let's just… hang? Maybe my friend will show up out here - she knows I play."

"Your friend?" Honey asked suspiciously. Oh no.

"Yeah. Like, it's this whole crazy-"

"Zat sounds VUNDERBAR!" Elsa burst out nervously, probably grinning too much - or too manically, take your pick. "Please, you vill go get guitar!"

Kristoff bounced like a little kid in a candy store. "Oh - me, too! We can two-man it!"

"Yeah, you play, bro?" Anna asked excitedly as they skipped off. And Elsa tried to enjoy a moment to relax - until she was grabbed by Honey in a vice-like grip.

"It's her."

"What?" Elsa squeaked. "I mean… nej, you are crazy! I'm…" In a lower voice, she hissed at her, "Just shut up! Okay?!"

"She drove all the way here to meet you! And you said your movie wasn't coming out for a couple more weeks - this is a movie, girl!"

"It is not! It's an impulsive college girl who… is arguing with her boyfriend too much, and thinks I'm her way out! And I'm not going to take advantage of her! So please, just… play along, and we will part ways, and that will be that!"

While Elsa was breathing hard, warily watching for Anna and Kristoff's return, Honey fixed her with an expression that was almost… wounded. She only had just enough time to register it as sympathy before it was too late to respond.

"Got 'em! You know any Tegan and Sara?"

"Not that well," Kristoff laughed as he shouldered the strap. "You know any Dave Matthews?"

"I'm not drunk enough to sound like Dave," she giggled. Elsa couldn't keep the smile off her face. "Um… oh - anyway…"

What else? She began to strum the easy chords to "Wonderwall." Kristoff lost it laughing, and Anna giggled but didn't break the rhythm, so he joined in with extra-whiny vocals. As it turned out, her little strawberry-haired strumpet could do fantastic harmony.

"Vunderbar!" Elsa cried as she and Honey clapped. "I did not know ve vere in the presence of greatness!"

"Yeah, maybe you should draft her into your band," Honey laughed.

Anna began to take the guitar strap from around her neck with a big, sheepish grin. "Nah, I gotta finish school. Buuuut I guess I could transfer to UCLA or something…"

"Aww, you done?" Kristoff moped.

"Yes! Vun more!" Elsa joined in - anything to keep her there. Anything at all.

"Weeeeeellllll… I have a long drive ahead of me, but…" Squirming, she put the strap back around her shoulders. "I've been thinking about this one a lot. You can jump in with backup if you feel it but I can ride solo."

Something about the way Anna took a breath, sinking down into another mood entirely, gave Elsa the exact same tingle she had when she first heard her by the front desk. Then solitary notes pierced her soul. And then…

"You say… I only hear what I want to…"

By that point, her crystalline blue eyes were already wrapped in tears. She knew the song; everyone knew the song. But the more she thought about the lyrics Anna was singing, the more she watched ill-suppressed agony flicker across her face… she understood why it had been on her mind so often.

"You say I only hear what I want to, I don't listen hard, I don't pay attention to the distance that you're running or to anyone, anywhere… I don't understand if you really care, I'm only hearing negative, no no no, bad…"

"Elsa?" Honey whispered quietly when she saw how distraught her friend was. But she couldn't even form a response; her entire focus was on Anna.

"And you said that I was naive and I thought that I was strong… I thought, 'hey, I can leave, I can leave', oh but now I know that I was wrong… 'Cause I missed you. Yeah, I missed you…"

By the time Anna reached the end of the song, the woman she was searching for had seated herself next to her, gazing straight into her eyes. And when she sang, "And you say…"

Elsa provided, "Stay."

The firecracker was stunned for just a second. But then she kept playing, and they both harmonised for the final line: "You say I only hear what I want to…"

By the time the final notes of her guitar faded completely, all was silent other than the crackle of the fire in the pit by their side. Anna recovered first, clearing her throat to ask, "Where'd your friends go?"

Good question. Everybody was gone. Elsa whispered, "I don't know. But I know why they left."

"I think… I do, too. Definitely wasn't Lisa Loeb hatred. But I don't… want to say anything in case I'm wrong again. Felt dumb enough for one day."

"Say it. If you want."

But instead of a blurted accusation, a hand came to rest on Elsa's wrist as a soft, cautious smile pulled at Anna's lips. "Nah. Now I don't have to, Mountie."

                               To Be Continued…

[baenxietydad]

Bae Mu-yeol/Marlin Bae Personality Profile

Slytherin Primary, Ravenclaw Secondary, Hufflepuff Secondary Performance - Type 5 - ISFJ-T - Neutral Good - Taurus Sun, Aquarius Moon, Libra Rising

Psychoanalyzing Marlin is interesting because there exists two Marlins - if not three - inside the same person at the same time. There’s the Marlin that he originally grew up to be and in some ways still is underneath all the layers of grief and trauma that have warped him into a different kind of person as a base, and that warped version of him has been further twisted by both himself and all of the lies he’s telling Nemo, and by fairy society’s stipulations for being allowed the safety of a Hollow.

 To talk about Marlin, you have to talk about him like Shrek. Bitch got layers. And all of his layers are there for a reason. Some are like a peacoat, worn mostly for the Look ™ , but kept safely in the coat closet when not necessary. Others are are permanent as the bones beneath his skin.

 What is your character’s Hogwarts House/Hogwarts Houses? What trait do they most relate to? What trait do they least relate to? 

 Slytherin Primary, Ravenclaw secondary, with a Hufflepuff Secondary Model (or Performance hm)

 Y’all. I straight wasn’t even gonna touch Sorting Hat chats because it honestly confused/es the hell out of me. But I braved it and holy COW did I come up with some stuff for Marlin! Actually. It more jumped out at ME like “HEY HELLO YES.” So now here’s my super extra ™ analysis.

 I initially through Marlin was a Ravenclaw Primary with a Puff Secondary, but it quickly became clear to me that a bitch was way off.

 The below excerpt from Sorting Hat Chats is what made me realize Marlin was very much a Slytherin primary.

 A Slytherin does not generally feel guilty for valuing themselves [...] or for sacrificing other things for the safety and happiness of the people they love […] An exception to this is a Slytherin who’s managed to kick themselves out of their inner circle. For whatever reason, they don’t feel like they deserve their own help or kindness. Their “me and mine” priorities are still apparent but now it’s only “mine.” They fiercely and selflessly prioritize the individuals they love, value, or feel responsible for, while excluding their own self.

 Marlin’s “mine” is only one person right now. His son, Nemo. Nemo is his entire world and everything he has done since losing his wife has been in an attempt to keep Nemo safe and make him happy. Marlin is perfectly content with living a lonely existence in a Hollow where few fairies want much to do with him, if it means Nemo is safe. He misses his parents, cousins, siblings, and friends from his Hollow in South Korea, but he feels no guilt for literally ditching all of them to whisk Nemo away to Swynlake’s Hollow because he deemed Swynlake a safer place to raise his son.

 As a Constructed House, Slytherins build a morality system to follow and make judgements with. Unlike the Ravenclaw, who holds this built system at the heart of the way they interact with life, this is a supplemental thing for the Slytherin. Their core morality is felt, an empathic need to protect and support their own, but that strong sense of personal loyalty gives little hint about what to do in situations that don’t involve the Slytherin’s people directly.

 Marlin’s self-sacrificing nature led me to believe he’d be a Hufflepuff at first. But it soon became clear to me that Marlin would only help the bleeding man on the road to Jericho if doing so would not cause any harm or any potential for harm to his “mine”, to Nemo. If presented with the hypothetical of pulling a lever to heal all the sick in the world at the cost of Nemo, Marlin wouldn’t pull the lever and would not at all regret it. While Nemo would probably beg his father to trade him to the literal rest of the world, Marlin would never even consider it.

 Regarding his Ravenclaw secondary which I thought was his Primary:

Ravenclaws’ efficacy often relies on what situation they are in: what the problem is they have to solve and whether or not they’ve prepared the proper tools for that problem. [...] Do they know how to ride horses? Speak Greek? Do they have contingency plans for earthquakes, zombie apocalypses, or a surprise visit from the in-laws?

 If they’ve already built themselves a tool set for a situation, they’re likely to excel at it. If they have not, they’re likely to blink a few times while they try to either invent something new for themselves or to cobble up something approximate from their existing resources.

 Marlin is a jack of many trades and a master of few. He has a wide set of skills he’s picked up largely out of necessity. In order to make enough human money to pay for his son’s dance classes, Marlin has to occasionally find work outside of the Hollow. Over the years he’s done yardwork, has worked some construction jobs, was a seasonal laborer on a farm in Besydus, occasionally works with temp agency in NTO primarily at banquet halls, and has thrown himself into learning new skill sets all the time because he needed the money to make Nemo happy.

 While he’s learned few of these skill sets to perfection, he learned them well enough to get what he needed. 

 Socially, Marlin can navigate the social politics of fairy society and talk with humans about topics he’s versed in - literature, music, East Asian particularly Korean culture, philosophy - but he would (figuratively) die if asked if he supported Liverpool or Manchester.

 He isn’t an improviser at his core, he likes to have a plan, but he can sometimes improvise by pulling on his previous knowledge. 

 As for his Performance/Model of Hufflepuff Secondary. Fairies are communists. They put community first. And Marlin is a very bad fairy communist. He values him and his above the rest of the community. His being his son. And having lived in mundus Seoul for years with his wife, he became accustomed to treating community as important but not the end all be all. But in order to keep being allowed to live in the Hollow, he’s crafted a nice respectable fairy of himself.

What is your character’s Enneagram? How does the “basic fear/desire” influence their actions? 

 Enneagram Type 5w6 - The Problem Solver

Perceptive, Innovative, Secretive, and Isolated

Basic Fear: Being useless, helpless, or incapable

Basic Desire: To be capable and competent

 Fives are alert, insightful, and curious. They are able to concentrate and focus on developing complex ideas and skills. Independent, innovative, and inventive, they can also become preoccupied with their thoughts and imaginary constructs. They become detached, yet high-strung and intense. They typically have problems with eccentricity, nihilism, and isolation.

 Honestly, this Type 5 page read Marlin for filth, y’all. I believe that this is probably the most...consistent one. Meaning, he’d still have been this personality type even if he hadn’t lost his wife and developed the depression, PTSD, and anxiety following that. Because while current!Marlin has given into isolation most, ideal!Marlin would have more of a nihilist streak, and both versions of Marlin are/would be quite eccentric. 

 Negative-to-neutral qualities of Type 5s would have manifested in less severe ways in Marlin without his big trauma, but have just run wild in him now. 

 The basic fear and desire bit is interesting because like. Marlin in the state he is now literally only cares about Nemo and taking care of him. Untainted Marlin was just so vibrant and chased after several interests outside of his son, but now, he only cares about being a good father. So literally every action is an attempt to be good to Nemo because that’s the only thing, to him, he is even capable of being good or bad at is being Nemo’s father. He has no worth or purpose apart from raising his son. 

What is your character’s MBTI? Out of the four elements, which is strongest and which is weakest? 

 MBTI: ISFJ-T- The Defender

Love only grows by sharing. You can only have more for yourself by giving it away to others. - Brian Tracy

 I- 81%

S - 51 %

F - 60%

J - 69% (nice)

T - 68%

 Damn, so honestly I feel like Marlin’s personality type either changed over the years, or, his inclination toward certain traits changed. Particularly, the introvert v. extrovert one. Marlin has always leaned more toward the introvert side, however, 81% is high for Marlin in his natural ,untraumatized state.

 He has always been someone who needed to rest after being extra social and recharge, but he used to genuinely enjoy things like parties, events, concerts, and even hosting groups of people at his and So-yeon’s home. Like, I’d say he naturally would exist at about 60% introversion, but because of over a decade of isolation and extreme loneliness on top of his depression and PTSD amplifying his need to not be too drained too often by other people/fairies, it’s got him at over 80% now.

 His lowest being  Sensing v. Intuition at 51% toward the Sensing side honestly tracks. Because he does lean more toward that side but not strongly. He’s damn near in the middle here. From myersbriggs.org, 

Sensing (S)

 Paying attention to physical reality, what I see, hear, touch, taste, and smell. I'm concerned with what is actual, present, current, and real. I notice facts and I remember details that are important to me. I like to see the practical use of things and learn best when I see how to use what I'm learning. Experience speaks to me louder than words.

 And

 Intuition (N)

 Paying the most attention to impressions or the meaning and patterns of the information I get. I would rather learn by thinking a problem through than by hands-on experience. I'm interested in new things and what might be possible, so that I think more about the future than the past. I like to work with symbols or abstract theories, even if I don't know how I will use them. I remember events more as an impression of what it was like than as actual facts or details of what happened.

 Marlin leans toward the first just barely. 

What is your character’s moral alignment? How does this affect their decision-making process? What about their relationships to authority, their family, their friends? 

 Projection: Lawful Neutral

Self: Neutral Good

 Fairy society is Lawful Neutral and you can’t change my mind:

 Lawful neutral is the philosophy that law and order are desirable ends in and of themselves. It is a philosophy of pure equitistic collectivism. This philosophy holds that the best way for all beings to pursue a rational self-interest is within the framework of a strong social order. By putting the needs of the state or social order ahead of individual desires, each being can advance the self-interest of the collective as a whole. Lawful neutral can also be associated with ethical equitism and natural law philosophies. As the philosophical "average" of altruism and egoism, equitism holds that harm to others should be minimized when advancing the self and that harm to the self should be minimized when advancing others.

 Lawful neutral philosophers generally maintain that there is metaphysical order in the multiverse and thus may support doctrines of hard determinism, predeterminism, fatalism, predestination, and/or necessitarianism. They may believe in fate or destiny. They tend to be moral objectivists, holding that values exist in the external world independently of and external to our comprehension of them; that they can be found and known; and that they must be used as principles for human judgments and conduct.

 Marlin himself, however, is Neutral Good, which can sometimes conflict with expectations from fairy society.

 Neutral good is the philosophy that goodness should be advanced by using whatever means provide the most benefit. It is a philosophy of altruistic consequentialism. This philosophy holds that people should behave altruistically and balance the needs of the collective as a whole and the needs of the individuals making up the collective. Neutral good can also be associated with act utilitarianism and ethical altruism.

 Neutral good philosophers generally maintain that there is metaphysical balance in the multiverse and thus may support doctrines of soft determinism, pragmatism, conventionalism, and/or instrumentalism. They may believe in free will or choice. They could also embrace skepticism or suspend judgment on philosophical issues. They tend to be moral relativists, holding that values differ from society to society, from person to person; that they are conditioned by the peculiarities of the society in which they arise; that they are not universally applicable at all times or in all places; and that they are correct or incorrect, desirable or undesirable only relative to whether or not they conform to a common norm or to common acceptance.

What is your character’s sun house? What trait do they most relate to? What do they least relate to? 

 Taurus Sun short description:

 He is strong-willed. He has charm, and he is tolerant and stoical. He likes pleasure and the

good things in life. Appreciates the Arts.

 Weaknesses: obstinacy, laziness. He can be materialistic.

 Aquarius Moon short description:

He is sociable, intelligent, and lucid. Thanks to great sociability, he has many friends. He is

modern, original, inventive, non-conformist, and is likely to bring new life to everything he does.

Potential issues: He is eccentric with sharp mood swings. Complex love life.

 Ascendant is Libra

 Everybody seems to like Libra Ascendant natives. They just come across as nice, pleasant, and fair. Look a little closer at their lives, and these nice people may have had quite a few problems in their relationships. Some of them have had a string of relationships, and it can be hard to imagine why! These natives attract others to them effortlessly. Besides, they simply don't know what to do with themselves without a significant other. Libra rising generally appear to be smoothing everything over. They have charming smiles, a gentle approach with others, and an easygoing image. Even if they were not endowed with good looks, they are attractive. Most pay a lot of attention to their personal appearance -- the colors they wear, their hair, the way they walk. 

HONESTLY. Marlin’s entire natal chart read him for filth. 

 Like

 -81 Opposition between the Sun and Lilith

There is a self-destructive side to you that should be managed by confronting your fears.

 FFS this is an ATTACK.

[comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog]

Lola Thomas

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out of character info

Name/Alias: lexi (yeah im gonna try this again because looks like the negativity is GONE. BLESS.)

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 18

Join Our Discord: Yeaaaah

Timezone: central

Activity: 7 ( i do work so activity will prolly bump before 2pm and after 8pm lmao )

Triggers: nada

Password: jimmy can fast pass my ass ;))

Character that you’re applying for: Lola Thomas

Favourite ships for your character: going in this with a clean slate so try and give me a favorite ship? ’,:)

in character info

Full name: Lola Diane Thomas

Birthday: May 20th.

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: pansexual, female, she/her

Age and grade: 16 (almost 17) && senior.

Faceclaim: Taylor Hill

Appearance:

Head: Lola is what you call a tall glass of water. She’s refreshingly attractive. Her eyes are neither blue or green but a weird combination of the two colors, making them pop against her naturally darkened complexion. Her hair is soft and wavy and like to tangle near the ends by the time Lola is out of school and on the way to work. It’s color likes to change with the rare sunlight, meaning if she is outside in the sun all day every day natural highlights will appear in her honey chestnut tresses. Her nose is like a little button that deserves to be booped constantly. Her lips are full and plump- to that she owes genetics. Lola believes it is her only good trait.

Body: A natural looker. She stands at about 5'8, so be prepared if you’re tiny. She will tower you with her legs for DAYS.  She doesn’t have particularly large assets but they are there. And it’s a nice handful on either side of the equator. You just gotta look for them behind her non-stop barrage of sweaters. She likes to say she has a white girl booty- its cute && snooty. Her shoulders and cheeks are very, very, lightly dusted in freckles you can only see in the winter. Despiter her tall figure, Lola is NOT a bean pole, she’s slim thicccc weighing about 145 pounds and it’s not in her face.

Style: Lola dresses like she lives in Goodwill, trendy and thrifty. She would kill for knee socks and button up blouses. She aims to look like ‘The classic look of a teenager in the 90’s’. Her shoes will never don a heel for she believes she is 'too tall’ for them. She likes to keep a mellow color scheme for all her clothing items. Tan, green, white. Sometimes she looks like the first instagram post you see tagged * v i n t a g e. *

Personality: 

First off let’s get this straight, with Lola it’s not a personality but more of how she adopts a personality to fit each social clique she is suckered into that day. If you dig deeep deeeeeep down pass the meme references and pop culture shout outs- she’s awfully shy and hates making the first move in ANY kind of situation. She is sympathetic to most of the problems she hears- other than relationship ones. What’s a feeling for someone else other than your cat? She doesn’t get it. Skittish doesn’t even cover how much of a fraidy cat she is.. One little boo when she’s not expecting it is enough to get Lola to shriek and jump three feet into the air. She does have a nuturing instinct, finding it rather difficult to see anyone lonely or upset.

Once you get to know Lola, she is a sweetheart with a soul of gold. She would freeze in the frigid temperatures to keep her friend warm. She’s the girl who will sneak you into her house so you dont have to go home if you’re scared too or can’t. She is quite snarky however- as if a dam broke and every witty thought ever spun in her head rushes out. Once you get her talking about something she is personally interested in, good luck shutting her up. Lola is also a very superstitious person. Never one too step on a crack or split a pole. Her biggest quirk would have to be her need for reassurance that her jokes are funny. She thinks of herself as a comedian but is already sure everyone thinks she is trying too hard. She is a rather dull girl on the outside, moody and solemn. But if you can crack into her cold shell there’s an ooey gooey sweetness inside. Lola is often easily upset- movies to road kill make her tear up. Anytime she even gets mad the salry reminders if her lameness well up in her eyes. And that only pisses her off more.

Despite having a cool exterior she can and will snap- just push the right buttons. 

History:

Lola wouldnt deem herself an outcast yet she would always feel that way. Whether she was cheering with the girls or writing lists with Jenny, her feelings were uncontrollable. Her anxiety makes it impossible to determine if someone is being nice to her or if they have a plot to harm her. In middle school, Lola secretly dreamt of becoming a goth kid- going as far as painting her nails black for two years. But her fears never made her set out to do it. Plus everyone was a little then so isn’t that technically confirming? Her school work was the only thing Lola was ever certain in. Work was easy, you couldn’t fuck it up by being a complete oddball. It was practically memorization. After starting high school, Lola was practically a wallflower. Hell she was the wall and the flower all wrapped in one. She dropped every friendship and dedicated herself to her studies and her pets. After she got a job she was allowed to have them finally and her fur babies were the only things she cared about truly and deeply. For they could never hate their mother.

Things were always tough for Lola, socially or economically, but that didn’t mean her childhood sucked. It just meant instead of a Barbie dreamhouse for Christmas she got the summer edition Barbie. Not a house. Just the doll. Jealousy is an emotion often clouding her anxieties and judgement on people. It caused her to lose her best friend since.. Well, as long as she could remember. Lola grew jealous and almost possessive over Jenny. She probably didn’t mean too but when she saw Jenny getting along with people when she couldnt caused a burning rage to settle in her chest. It got so bad Lola didnt even speak to anyone for a week before blowing up and ruining her only real friendship.

Just because she looks innocent doesn’t mean the brunette is. There are probably a few flat tires and keyed cars residing in South Park that are Lola’s own doing. Not to mention she is a total bystander. You wanna skip school? Cool, yeah I’ll watch for a teacher. You wanna smoke pot in the bathroom? It’s all good as long as she gets a hit. These are all childish 'bad behaviors’ but as Lola sees it, there’s no point in trying that hard to be bad. After all the one time she tried it, the poor thing almost died from hypothermia after blindly listening to a slumber party dare.

You aren’t supposed to sneak out in slumber parties. Or streak in Wal-Mart. Or jump of a bridge into negative temp waters. But these are all things Lola did too prove she was cool. And it ended up with her grounded, being hospitalised for pneumonia, and gaining a large fear of heights. And a hatred for party games.

Sample paragraph:

Of course, it was another cold blustery day. Chestnut tresses fluttered in front of her sight along the whole way home, it didn’t matter how many times she forcefully blew the bangs out of her face- they always flopped back down. Numbing fingers clutched tighter to the soft cloth lining of her jacket pockets. The index fingers and thumbs of both hands pinching at the materiel. Gosh- why is it always freezing? Dull orbs flittered around the blank scenery of the all too familiar path from her house to the school. The only sounds Lola could hear were the crunching of her flats against the snow and the wind whipping furiously around her. Boring. It was all white and boring. Lola was tired of being bored. She imagined that would be the only feeling she could muster for the rest of her life and it made the corners of her glossed lips tug down.

She shook her head as if to clear the thoughts instantly, humming a tune to distract herself as she continued on her trek.

One step, two step, three step…

…Sixteenth step-

Lola really needed a friend. A small sigh lifted her chest and as it billowed past her mouth she noticed movement in her peripherals. Was she really looking down this whole time like an idiot? How embarrassing! She clenched her hands into fists, further rumpling the jacket from its own pockets. Avoiding any kind of eye contact she swayed over to the side near the street and hurried her steps along. Too fast to count now. She passed the figure and her hands slowly unfurled. The blood rushing to her digits made them quite warm and her face flushed as well. God she was awkard.

Just as she thought she was in the clear, Lola felt a tap on her shoulder and her heart stuttered in its cavity as she stumbled to a stop. Fuck.

Headcanons:

🌟 owns a bike but rarely rides it.

🌟 has one cat- a black kitten named sparrow.

🌟 also two rats- yin and yang which are little chocolate colored sisters.

🌟 3.8 GPA

🌟 wants to learn french

🌟 owns a polaroid camera kinda girl

🌟 gardens in her free time

Anything else:

Im really insecure so if it takes me time to reply its cuz im demeaning myself and my baby and my words. 

[witchyweirdness]

BONUS! Spell of the Month!:  Snow Cleanse!

Hello, Magical Darlings! 

Welcome to another installment of Witchy Weirdness! 

So this post should be another quick, short and sweet one because...well because it hadn’t exactly been planned, lol. 

Today’s post is a BONUS SPELL OF THE MONTH POST! 

Why? 

Well, because it snowed in Tennessee and I utilized it in my craft, lol. 

And so I thought I’d share it with you. 

So I give you the SNOW CLEANSE!!! 

Sounds more dramatic than it actually is. 

What you need: 

Snow, duh.  Or if you’re doing this at another time of the, use snow water that you collected. 

Some kind of container like a bowl or something. 

Hot water.

Lemon. 

Mint. 

Rosemary. 

Directions: 

Honestly, it’s laughable how simple this is but this is what I did.  

Get. The. Snow.

Ok, so I face planted running down the steps and my dog ran over my back but WHATEVER. 

Get you some snow or just get your snow water. 

Mix with hot water. 

If you want to know the truth about it...I did this in my mop bucket so I wouldn’t have to do dishes. #truth #realityofwitchcraft

Now, toss in rosemary, lemon and mint.

If you’re gonna strain it, you can just throw it in. 

If you’re lazy, LIKE ME, just put it in a coffee filter, twist it, tie it with a rubber band for a makeshift tea bag.  #justsaying #witchylifehack lol

Tbh, I’m out of my homegrown mint and rosemary so I legit went to the spice cabinet and poured about teaspoon of ground rosemary and ground mint into my little coffee filter method.  

Now, personally, I always have lemons because I use them for friggin everything.   Seriously, it’s a problem.  So I just cut one in half and threw it in the bucket, lol. 

You’ll learn this about me.  I’m not a tumblr-esque witch.  I do not have fancy ways of doing this. I’m very chop, chop, toss, toss about things. I’m basically a barbarian who likes glitter, lol.  

Moving on, put your ish in the mixture of water.  Let it sit for about a minute and during this time - you do your magical mojo.  

Now, personally, I kill two bird with one stone with this because I do actually do this in a large vessel. 

I sat on the floor with a towel over my head like a door and leaned over the bucket.  

I let the steam and herbs open up my pores and cleanse them.  

This was my simple chant that I said in my head: 

“Fresh snow has fallen to day

Though soon I know you’ll fade away

Please take the negative away

So only peace and joy can stay.” 

I’m no Dr. Seuss but it’s alright and it works.  That’s the most important part. 

So, while the water is still somewhat hot, I take and transfer some into a spray bottle.  I used to the cheap ones from Dollar Tree but I was actually gifted a glass one for Yule which was super cool! Makes me feel all fancy but I’ll also reveal that I’m literally the same woman who used an Aussie sprunch spray bottle for my homemade counter cleaner for the longest time because I literally couldn’t be bothered to pick up another one.  #sadadmissionsofguilt #whyamiputtingthisontheinternet #sendhalp 

Anyway, so put some in the bottle if you want cause it makes it easier but you can also just use a rag.  It’s just that if you dip the rag in while it’s still hot, it’s kinda not the best on ya hands with the temp still up there but it’s up to you. 

So, I used that mixture all over the house and then whatever was left in the bucket, I add more hot water to it and I mopped my floors with it. 

Ya girl, busted out the salt lamps and I had a mixture of sage, cinnamon and sweetgrass going to set that ish right! 

And by going, I totally mean, I got out the the mini crockpot, threw it all in there and poured in some water. 

It’s the lazy man’s simmer pot and it’s fucking amazing- fight me. 

Anyway, so that turned out more longer than I thought but oh well, I just thought I’d share! 

If ya go snow, get it and use it!  And like I mentioned, collect it!  You can freeze it or just have it as snow water!  It’s the same concept! 

Love,

Mama Kennysaurus

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[tempmommy]

Some of y’all might’ve heard some maybe not, but yes my entire house have tested positive for covid-19. This have been a fear of mine for 18 months. Teriyan got it bk in May and no one else thank god well this variant is different. I thought I did EVERYTHING to keep everyone safe. I pray every is on the down side of it, being that we are strictly work, no school, & home for the most part (still have to grocery shop)

Those sinus infections and allergies that won’t go away, I’m a FIRM believer Do NOT self-diagnose yourself during this time. Not only for you for others. Fred wasn’t feeling well, and suspected exposure but was later said not the case then later found out it was the case (why lie about it—y’all will hear more about this at a later date) but Monday I left work grabbed kids from daycare—home based very clean but just like us she have family she need to protect Fred got boogie we found a testing site yes we tested negative. My fault I didn’t research it, we returned to our normal activities Tuesday daycare text baby seeming extra tired, few hour later his temp spikes I leave work bring the boys to meet Fred, I’m sure most know I made the baby a appt. he’s getting by Thursday better asthma flair 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Thursday I get to work I just felt like I dunno but see I said I gotta stop spending money on coffee make it at home I thought that EXTRA EXTRA caramel had me in the slumps, that evening I get to boogie practice and I noticed he walked his laps we joked around and said I can’t wait til Taye calls that don’t make no sense, he said I’m serious ima stop eating so much ice cream

Friday Fred was scheduled to take his 2nd vaccine & I admitted to him I know I need to be scheduling my booster I’m not gonna lie as sick I got from the 2nd one I’m SCARED he slipped and kinda stated yea Ima wait til they come to the school maybe I will be over this sinus headache and pressure and can taste

Uuuuuurrrrgggg what TASTE.

Replay that, almost lost it for the 3rd time that week at work he needed to be retested at that point. Needless to say he and baby boy was the first initial positives I tested Saturday morning I knew it by then I woke up Saturday felt like I had been hit by a wrecking ball Boogie and Zac ran a temp Friday night and boogie replayed his week and told me at football practice Thursday he thought he was dying cause he couldn’t breath on the field.

Overall, we are doing good I’m praying cause having 3 asthmatics 2 being severe I thank god we are still home and not at some icu. Last night was a bad night for me, first time in like where I’ve struggled to breath. I hope and pray that was the worse of it.

Lessons learned:

Follow your mind

Don’t trust a drive thru testing site unless you find out the type of test they are giving

Notate symptoms

Stay on a vitamin regimen for life

Get close to god

Keep his 1st

AINT NO JOB WORTH LIFE …I wanna live

[noksye]

Here we are ! I introduce you a new fanchild (even if he’s more like a fusion) :

Name : Nix (mix of Mist and Nex (murder) and the contraction of Nichts (nothing))

Age : 16/19

Pronouns : He/Him (normal) They/Them (mad)

Facts : 

He doesn’t like ketchup because of its resemblance with blood.

Nonetheless, he loves sweet things (cupcakes are his favorites, you can give him one to be his new bff).

He doens’t understand why people see his pressure means (muders) as something bad. He thinks he works for a great cause and regrets that the majority doesn’t understand him (ironically).

His favorite pastime is to create jewelry – his necklace was made by himself. Unfortunately, successful attemps are rare.

He doesn’t know how to do his shoelaces.

When he loves, he doesn’t count the cost. He has a phobia to lose something or someone he cares about (and he’s really paranoid about that).

He’s a reserved guy the first days you meet him. He needs to judge you to know if you’re gonna be a threat or not.

If you’re a threat, he’s gonna try to kill you.

If you’ll become a friend, he’ll wanna be essential in your life. 

If neither, he’ll be neutral.

He considers himeself as a shield to his relatives.

He kills what he sees as a threat for him or the ones he loves in thinking that would bring him inner peace and outer peace (first goal of his “parents”).

He thinks that without war, there’s no peace, so he sees himself as the one who has to fight against what he defines as “war”.

He’d do anything for something/someone he loves whether it’s a request or if he considers that it’s beneficial to this thing/person.

He’s kinda a stalker.

His L.O.V.E. is actually 1 because he didn’t have the occasion to kill someone in Dusttale (because of the resets) or in the Save Screen (otherwise, when he’ll get some people to “protect”, his L.O.V.E. will quickly up to 18-20, he’s been trained by Dust after all).

“I gain LOVE ‘cause I love 'em.”

He’s probably a Lawful – Evil guy.

Story :

He’s not born from a true and reciprocal love between Murder and Geno. Both of them found a middle ground : the human must stop genocide routes and resets, they played enough. So, they have created a fusion of themselves, by mixing their magics together (the way is pretty close to PJ’s), hoping that the child inherits of their will and be able to succeed where they failed. He grew up in Dusttale, his reference AU via Murder. He could see what his “father” had to do to stop the human. On the other hand, he had the ability to go in the Save Screen, where Geno showed him what his world, the Original, has experienced. Nix thought immediatly that if he needed to protect someone of a threat, he’ll do it before the threat could ever blink. He believes that his “parents” mistake was to wait too long.

In the Save Screen, he has the same capacity than Geno : he can follow something, more precisely someone (someone he encountered and he must know their name), because he doesn’t have the power to keep an eye on a whole AU. Usually, he watches what Murder does with his days.

If he has what he considers as friends or relatives, he can follow them instead of Murder. He can teleport in the world he observes (without necessarily knowing where it is, it’s as if he was crossing throught his monitor screen). But he’ll return inevitably in the Save Screen if he tries to teleport again (his teleportation only works that way).

Chips :

Dusttale!Sans ;

Nix is probably one of the few people to call him by his true name which is Murder. He cares about him, but not like a son with his father, more like a brother – including the fact that he follows him, even if he dosen’t doubt about his skills, we never know. If Murder tells him that a random people is a threat for a random thing he loves (especially what he calls peace), Nix will begin to spy them to study them, get his own opinion and find a proper method to kill them. Of course, if Nix’s judgement is not the same as Murder, he’ll do nothing.

Aftertale!Sans ;

He thinks that Geno has a negative view of his way of doing, but he lets him do, because it works (?). On his side, he belives that his second “father” is someone sad, to whom life has taken everything. So, he must protect him (that’s the reason why he chose to live in the Save Screen after discovering it). He doesn’t feel like he’s as close to him as Murder, but he feels that they have the same passion and the same conviction about “protecting” things, so he finds himself in Geno throught this. And because he doesn’t want to lose that, he has to be the shield.

Nom : Nix (mélange de Mist (brume) et Nex (assassinat) et aussi la contraction de Nichts (rien))

Âge : 16/19

Pronoms : Il/Lui

Facts :

Il n'aime pas le ketchup car ça lui fait penser à du sang.

Cependant, il adore les choses sucrées (lui offrir un cupcake fera de vous son nouveau meilleur ami)

Il ne comprend pas pourquoi les dissuasions qu'il utilise (#meutre) sont vues comme mauvaises. Il considère qu'il oeuvre pour une bonne cause et regrette qu'on ne le comprenne pas vraiment à ce sujet (ironiquement).

Il a un passe temps pour la création de bijoux, son collier étant de sa création, ceci dit, rares sont les essais qui aboutissent vraiment..

Il ne sait pas fait ses lacets.

Quand il aime, il ne compte pas. A une phobie de perdre ce à quoi il tient (au point d'en être paranoïaque).

Il est plutôt réservé les premiers jours après une rencontre pour se faire un avis de si la personne est une menace ou non.

Si oui, il va essayer de la tuer.

Si non, il fera tout pour devenir indispensable à sa vie.

Si aucun des deux, il sera neutre.

Il se considère comme un bouclier pour ses proches.

Il tue tout ce qu'il considère comme une menace pour ceux qu'il aime en pensant que ça lui apportera la paix intérieure et la paix extérieure (but premier de ses ''parents'')

Il pense que sans guerre il n'y a pas de paix, donc se voit comme celui qui doit lutter contre ce qu'il définit comme étant la ''guerre''.  

Il ferait n'importe quoi pour quelqu'un/quelque chose qu'il aime, que ce soit quand on lui demande ou s'il considère lui meme que c'est bénéfique pour cette personne/chose.

Un peu stalker sur les bords

Son L.O.V.E est actuellement 1 parce qu'il n'a pas eu l'occasion de tuer qui que ce soit à Dusttale (Resets nombreux oblige) ou dans l'écran de sauvegarde (sinon, quand il aura quelques personnes à ''protéger'', son L.O.V.E va rapidement passer vers 18-20, il a été entrainé par Dust après tout).

"I gain LOVE 'cause I love 'em."

Il serait probablement Loyal – Mauvais.

Story :

Il n'est pas né d'un amour pur et réciproque entre Murder et Geno. Les deux ont simplement trouvé un terrain d'entente sur le fait qu'il fallait que l'humain cesse les génocides et les resets, que ça avait assez duré comme ça. Ils ont donc, par le mélange de leurs magies (à l'instar de PJ), créé une fusion d'eux deux, en espérant que celui-ci hérite de leur volonté et qu'il réussisse là où ils ont échoué. Il a grandi à Dusttale, son AU de référence par le biais de Murder. Il a pu constater ce qu'avait du faire son "père" afin d'arrêter l'humain. De l'autre côté, il avait la capacité de se rendre dans l'écran de Sauvegarde où Geno a pu aussi lui montrer ce que son monde de base, l'original, avait vécu. Il se dit de suite que si jamais il devait protéger quelqu'un d'une quelconque menace, il le ferait avant que la menace ne puisse agir. Il estime que l'erreur de ses "parents" a été d'attendre trop longtemps que tout dégénère.

Dans l'écran de sauvegarde, il a la meme capacité de Geno à pouvoir suivre l'évolution de quelque chose, ou plus précisément de quelqu'un (qu'il connait et dont il connait au moins le nom), puisqu'il n'a pas la puissance nécessaire pour surveiller tout un AU, donc il regarde généralement ce que fait Murder de ses journées.

S'il a ce qu'il considère comme étant des amis ou des proches, il peut les suivre à la place de Murder. Il peut se téléporter sur le monde de la personne qu'il observe (sans forcément savoir où c'est, comme s'il passait à travers son écran de surveillance) mais retournera forcément à l'écran de sauvegarde s'il essaie de se téléporter à nouveau (sa téléportation ne marche que de cette façon).

CHIPs :

Dusttale!Sans ;

Nix est sûrement l'une des rares personnes à l'appeler par son vrai nom qu'est Murder. Il tient à lui, non pas comme un fils tient à son père, mais comme un frère - incluant le fait qu'il surveille ce qu'il fasse, bien qu'il n'ait aucun doute sur ses capacités, on ne sait jamais. Si Murder lui dit qu'untel est une menace pour x chose auquel il tient (notamment la paix), Nix commencera à l'espionner pour l'étudier, se faire son idée, et trouver une façon adéquate de le tuer. Bien sur, s'il n'est pas du même avis, il n'en fera rien.

Aftertale!Sans ;

Il pense que Geno voit d'un mauvais œil sa façon de faire mais qu'il le laisse faire parce que ça marche (?). De son côté, il imagine plus son deuxième "père" comme une personne triste à qui la vie a tout pris et qu'il doit protéger (c'est la raison pour laquelle il est resté vivre dans le Save Screen après l'avoir découvert). Il ne se sent pas aussi proche de lui que de Murder mais il sent qu'il a la même force et la même conviction que lui par rapport à la "protection" des choses, donc il se retrouve en lui a travers ça. Et parce qu'il ne veut pas perdre ça, il doit être le bouclier.

Geno!Sans belongs to @loverofpiggies

Murder!Sans doesn’t belong to me but I haven’t his ref blog, sorry :c

Nix is my baby ♪

[pokefanbri]

1st I have to say this b4 I repeat the post from fb. This is a place where I can speak my mind freely without judgement, speak my peace even. Which is exactly what im gonna do so prepare for a read. So think what u want idc, but the last thing I wanna do is tick some1 I know off cause on some level there's a mutual appreciation & respect regardless of my impression. And anyone that reads this isn't obligated to understand my opinion & I dont expect u to. With my brain its my thought process to let information out of my head so I can put things aside, observe & absorb more lol. Writing is another tool or coping mechanism for my anxieties & other psych ailments, treatment for my mental health depends on it & other hobbies in other words, especially during shutdown, something to focus on. Heck even youtube is recommended by my doctor if it keeps me happy lol. But because ill be working again, I may not have time to do alot of things I like sadly..idk i just wouldnt want to be burnt out & focus on more important things. I have a high respect for anyone working around people during this time & it must worrisome for u too, means I have to keep on my toes as well soon..its a scary world out there for an introvert but I was killin it in NY too. It was just a slow steady process with all the limitations & moving my life up there wasn't easy to begin with but I pulled through & did it all...only for it to be taken away.

So, I'm an Irish, German, Canadian,British Mut from tucson. Maternal & paternal immidiate families lineage mixed made me, including my NY blood from my bio dad. The rest is all over Europe but u get the idea. Tucson may be where i was born & my 1st home without a father & raised not knowing (were mardi gras babies btw 😒)

But NY is & will forever be my 2nd home i dont care what any1 says, I felt I belonged there. Its the other half of me quite literally.Theres a memory that's really been bugging me. Last day b4 i left it, a bald eagle flew across my path in the sky no joke going NE & I was departing back to the SW. I chose the eagle years ago cause I identify with it. including the background symbolism in different phases of my life that included them lol, but to actually see one was just amazing.

They symbolize strength+freedom in general despite it standing for the country from sea to shining sea lol. Also Braviary was always in my pokemon team besides pikachu since its gen came out lol. I've always been strong, whether some believe it to be true or not is their problem, only I know the things I've gone through. Point is different ends of the spectrum its always been with me throughout in some way & im glad i got to share it with someone that gave me the freedom I needed.

But yea I experienced what its like to be there & got to know that part of me even if I didn't find him & maybe didnt care...I feel I was meant to be there. I was in touch with my roots, lower Temps & above sea level rather than high temps & below sea level 🤣 I loved everything about my time up there. It'll always be a part of me, & I hope to see it again. But I digress.

But in regards to the relationship itself, emphasizing on what i said b4. Just as it i got "settled" in it was gone & I had no clue what was happening without my knowledge, the whole plan to bring me back, all of it, the whole chain of events that unfolded the way it did starting with leaving a marriage in the 1st place to be with him i mean come on lol. Chasing a dream that didn't play out the way we had hoped. I took leap of faith & I ended up starting over twice in 1 year with no benefit of the doubt. I still have my ny health insurance for the rest of the yr, I have to add it to my list to apply again in az. Ive been wearing the wrong prescription glasses for 6 months under quarantine & they're just now getting to stage 4 of opening lol. Just understand how frustrating that actually is for someone like me & u totally get it 😅 U want to take care of business but sometimes you're limited & gotta work around it. had all that covered there & then was told I settled, wrong thing to say & its no wonder I didn't blow up in his face right there & then 😒. But I have retraint & can control myself. Though it was out of my hands the new relationship didn't have to go sour, been just as long if not more, could've actually thrived given the proper balance with room to grow. Idk, Sometimes I honestly don't think anyone believed in me. I mean I have no debt, no record, no kids, im a clean slate type of girl lol. Yes I did end up feeling unappreciated, underestimated, a bit neglected, insecure about my body, ashamed for being myself, & I shouldn't have to feel that way at all & if that happens there obviously something off. I just didnt know what it is he wanted & needed, i wanted to help & be a good partner to this dude but why is it bad to ask the same in return? I shouldn't have to drastically change myself to fit someones standard i know, but...i needed the old him back, I missed the old us & wanted to get back to that.. Was always so closed off & probably ended up in his own head who knows, maybe there was guilt for some of the things he did & didnt want to hurt me anymore, spare my feelings any more than it did b4 it was too late.idk whatever the excuse i still don't know what triggered it all to fail so easily & i don't think i ever will. But ending up with the conclusion that I was the problem, its narcissistic to even believe that & i won't accept it. Not when he can't confront his own issuse & put blame onto himself too.. it was a low blow & literally felt like my heart was pierced at the sound of it. If im to blame its the other way around as well. My point of view wasn't acknowledged so this is my take & experiences of happened so plz dont hate me for speaking my truth.

But yea I can tell when somethings not right & feel strong empathy for others emotions. I knew something was different, there were signs everywhere since the mistrust started & during the last half of that time with him I questioned everything but sat in my own headspace as well as he did just thinking about it. If anything we failed eachother, the blame is on us both but idk what else i could've done to get through to him. That's the stubbornness, he wouldn't budge. Despite how things went down..Leaves me to think, what was the point of having me there in the 1st place, to not follow through with our shared hopes & dreams but instead spiral into such resentment for me that the interest faded. But at the at the same time...even if it ended early for him, I didn't give up & I fought to keep us okay which it was for the most part. Hindsight is 20/20, it definitely wasn't negative all the time. In fact things were great between us & acted like goofballs together, that right there is a friend despite if the stronger feelings weren't mutual. Nobody with hate in their heart acts like that, he was good, the best, cheered me up when I was down, shared interests & did things for eachother. But that alone makes me question what was truth & what was fiction sometimes ever since the trust between us started to fade. Am I in the right to feel what im feeling right now? Im angry & upset yes very, but the kindness he had throughout..he did care in his own way...which makes things so much harder.

Tripadoodle if some way you're listening, I hope u know now where im coming from. For your own benefit & quest to be a better man like you always wanted...actually try. Head my advice. Making yourself better shouldn't be put on a womans shoulders to do for u without her getting lifted in return...its alot of weight to handle for 1 person to carry lol. Get off your ass & build on yourself, learn from everything that happened & become better for yourself & the sake of others, Because it starts with u. Go to church if possible or watch them, it really does help. Even from across the country I still want u to do just as good & help u as a friend. You promised we could remain friends & im holding my end of the bargain whether u like it or not lol it was your idea during the ride here. All I wanted in the end was to not lose u in my life completely...but i should be patient i know.. Theres more space, im not contacting u directly & respecting that, eventually ill stfu lol but I feel I need this rn. I should hate u,but I cant hate u, I do still care, u had that affect on me so much that I can't really listen to others when they say ur a douchbag lol, u were still my rock the whole time even if u didn't feel the same after a while & u did help me alot as well. I see the good in people & u are good, with well balanced snarkiness & humorous sass to boot. light a fire under ur own ass & ull be okay lol. Never stopped believing in u. Ive seen what you can do, you're very smart & know your sh*t, u will go far lol. And as a friend I'd lend u my strength if I could but the most I can do is pray for things like safety/protection, healing, forgiveness, guidance, etc. Leave it to God if u feel compelled to. Give zanabell a hug for me.

God i talk way too much 😅 No im not doing any of this for attention, I want my voice to be heard as well as a possible learning experience if it had that effect on anyone. The things we learn build character & help us understand a little more about ourselves. Probably shouldn't share cuz its nobody's business, yea ive thought of that too.. But its a blog lol, Tumblr allowed it to be that space, opinions and rants are allowed & encouraged. Nothing wrong with that 🤷‍♀️ so who gives a crap.

These are pictures of the NY sunrise & AZ sunset. Clouds always get me cuz of the shapes, used to to take pics of them all the time. once saw mario holding a hammer when I was a kid 😂 3rd & 4th pic is a split rainbow, never seen that b4...either someone found the gold or its deciding whether or not to connect. Probably was connected but I missed it lol. But then I looked behind me after the split 1 disappeared & a double rainbow was forming. Nature can be scary but also beautiful

[meebochii]

Hitorijime My Hero 1x11 | Jesy's ramblings

Shige, you little stalker!

YUNGE! \(♥_♥)/

11 episodes and the subber still doesn’t know that the name is spelled “Ooshiba” and not “Ohshiba” -_-

"Kousuke Ooshiba, your job as a temp teacher here is over." Holy fuck!

Can’t believe Yunge is eavesdropping with Shige xd

What a terrible start for a new episode... I feel like they’re gonna break up today >.<

"I'd brush it off if it was only Shige, but it must be true if Yunge heard it too." Shige is labeled as not being trustworthy

"Do you think Setagawa knows about this?" Pretty sure he doesn’t

"Things have sure been rough recently..." That’s true, Yunge

"Skipping school is only making me dwell on things more..." Then stop skipping school!

"I don't have anyone besides Kousuke who would say that about me..." My poor broken child ಥ_ಥ

"So why do I keep dwelling on everything but the simple fact that I love him too?" Because love is complicated ._.

"And I'm making everyone worry too." At least you know...

"Kousuke... might have to quit his job!" Shit’s getting real

"The thing I was most afraid of came true. I knew it, as long as we stay together..."  ಥ_ಥ

"Can we stop by Setagawa's place?" That is why I love Kensuke

"Come on! Let's talk over here!" Kensuke to the rescue! Good that he’s not letting Settie make any stupid moves!

"I thought if I quit school, Kousuke wouldn't have to..." Just what kind of idiot are you exactly? Besides, you can’t quit school that easily...

"You've got it all wrong!" If the anime is going to tell me now that Kousuke is becoming a real teacher, I swear to god... I’m gonna need Persona 5 after this to kill some shits!

"Congratulations, you're now a full-time staff member." THAT STUPID CLICHEE! FUCKIN KNEW IT! 

"Well, we kinda jumped the gun, but let's forget about that and celebrate!" I feel like you guys are celebrating something in every episode... But maybe that’s just me

"I was already planning on hanging out at Hasekura's today. Why don't you come too?" Yeah, I bet Asaya would be happy to have you ;)

"Huh? He's coming too?" What a happy face ;)

"Only if he makes garlic yakisoba-" How to get Asaya Hasekura to agree to something: Feed him~

I honestly don’t know with what Settie is struggling exactly but it feels so real and it fuckin’ breaks me

"We thought of all these ideas, but this one's my favorite... Wrapping your whole body up in ribbons and handing you over as a present!" Daamn Kensuke. I’m with you on that one!

"I think he'd be totally into it, personally..." Are you sure it’s Kousuke who’s into that and not you, my sweet little Kensuke? Maybe you want Asaya wrapped up in ribbons and handed to you? Or maybe it’s the other way around? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  

 "If it ever got out that he's with somebody like me, he really would get..." Settie, sometimes I really want to punch you. Stop talking yourself down like that!

 "Kousuke told you not to get all worked up about it, didn't he?" A bunch of times actually

"Why can't we just love each other in peace...?" Because YOU are being desperate and dramatic!!!

"Have you told him about the way you're feeling right now?" Mother Asaya~

"I don't really care what happens to you guys, but this is affecting us negatively too." Why the fuck you lying. Why you always lying. Hmmm ohh my god. Stop fucking lying |̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅| ♪ ♫ ♩

"You end up feeding us bizarre food." You need to stop caring only about food, man...

"Setagawa, if you're really as upset as Hasekura says, you need to talk it out! If not, Kousuke won't even have a say." True story

"I don't want to trouble him with more of my problems." But you can’t solve everything on your own either...

"This is a really important time for Kousuke. Bugging him with all my stupid problems will just hold him back." There it is again, the feeling that makes me want to punch you

"And while you're wandering around meaninglessly in circles, what are you going to do if he asks to end things?" Asaya asking the right questions here!

"I'd do it. If that's what Kousuke decides, I'll follow him." Setagawa, WHAT THE FUCK ¯\_( ಠ д ಠ )_/¯

Asaya, Kensuke... Please... One of you needs to beat some sense into him...

"You're not saying that for my brother's sake!" No, but he thinks he does

"It IS for his sake! I think about Kousuke before anyone else!" But you’re thinking the wrong way!

Asaya: You're just entrusting somebody else to make the hard decisions for you. Asaya: Running away from your problems like that won't solve anything. Kensuke: You need to face him properly! Masahiro: Whar do you know anyways?!

God. I hate to see them fight but everything they say is true and Settie needs to accept it already!

When you’re already on the ground, you get a scene with Tsunehito... Someone kill me pls. He’s so annoying D;

"If you love him, you should hold onto him tight." I thought the saying was If you love someone, let him go?

"I feel like the more I think that way,the more frightened and distant he gets." I feel like crying y’all...

""I won't let go of him, even if I fall into the pits of hell." I thought you'd come back with something like that." The perfect seme example

"Kou, you can't pretend not to notice. You've already passed the point of no return." Aye

"Do you regret it? Crossing the line of friendship between student and teacher." Natsuo back at it again with asking the right questions  

"To keep hiding it or to let it out into the clear... The path's full of thorns no matter which way you go." That’s quite poetic

Natsuo: Kousuke's not free of sin either. I don't know how serious he is, but to cause a student this much anxiety... Masahiro: You don't think he's serious about us? Natsuo: I'm sure he's serious about you, in the moment. Natsuo: But as for how long it will last... Natsuo: You can't make any promises as to what'll happen ten, twenty years down the line.

Nothing last’s forever, huh

"Do you know why he was drawn to you in the first place?" I wanna know!

But Settie’s face doesn’t seem so good? ._.

THE FUCK? IS HE LEAVING TOWN?! HELL NO! DON’T GIVE ME ANOTHER NO.6 ENDING D;

"It's those eyes of yours, begging for help. Kousuke's never been able to ignore the weak and helpless. He can't help but want to pick them up, rescue them with his own hands." Well, there are all sorts of relationships based on just wanting to protect someone. It’s not necessarily a bad thing

"But... he's failed as a hero. Here, to cause you so much hurt." You people need to stop acting like Setagawa is a fuckin’ saint >.<  

"Your teaching got through to a failure like me, and really turned me around for the better. And I know you'll do the same for other struggling students..." Stop it... Don’t make it sound like a goodbye!

Kensuke: He's been giving himself a really hard time about you, and then I... I wasn't thinking... Kousuke: Where is he now? Kensuke: We were all at Hasekura's until a little while ago, but he ran out into the rain and now I can't reach him. Kousuke: I'm sorry, this is all my fault. Kensuke: Why? Why is this your fault?! Kousuke: It's me who's making him hurt like this. Kensuke: What? What's the matter with you two?! Kensuke: This isn't like you at all, Kousuke! Kensuke: Setagawa needs you! 

Kensuke cares so much about everyone and it breaks my heart so much because it feels like they all just step on his feelings ಥ_ಥ

"Aren't you supposed to be his hero?!" Aye

Masahiro: I'd planned on being there, but, going forward, if you stay with somebody like me- Kousuke: That's not true! Masahiro: It IS true! I can't keep... Kousuke: Is this the end then? Masahiro: I'm really grateful for the times we had together. Masahiro: Being able to walk next to you felt like a dream. Kousuke: What are you saying?! Masahiro: Thank you for everything you've done for me.

Great. I didn’t need my heart anyway...

But seems like my feeling at the beginning of the episode was right... They did break up ಥ_ಥ

We’re going to enter the final next week with a broken heart... That’s a really terrible thing but a normal final through and through

“If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn’t, then it was never meant to be.” 

Next time: 1x12 The Kindest Place in the World

Conclusion:

Even though I know everything is going to end with a Happy Ending - it’s not No.6 after all- this episode really broke me, honestly.¯\_(ツ)_/¯