#deleting this in approximately 10 hours

[ssoupcup]

every time after i finish hanging out with my friends i just gotta sit there for a moment like goddamn. i love my friends. my heart is so full actually

[iknowher]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀i miss you, i'm sorry ೀ

──ㅤ🤍ㅤ۫ㅤ ͏cheater! gojo who isn't loyal at all 𓉸ㅤ۫ㅤwc.ㅤ:ㅤ1,618 reader's note.ㅤ:ㅤit's quite rushed and short. also it's my first post so requests and constructive criticism is highly appreciated!!

it started with him telling you that he’d be on a mission. you didn’t think he’d be gone for that long. you checked the last time he was here. it’s been approximately 1 week, 4 days and 9 hours. you gave up trying to wait, it was miserable without him home. you decided to text him.. you, 07:24 pm: hey you, 07:24 pm: when are you coming home ??

… no answer. he’d usually respond within minutes— usually seconds. you text him again.. quite desperate now. you, 07:30 pm: gojo you, 07:31 pm: please answer you, 07:36 pm: hellooooo? ! ! ! after a few minutes, a notification sound came from your phone. you got a little dopamine rush, hoping it was gojo. and thank god, it was.. satoru ml ❤️, 07:41 pm: god do you ever shut up satoru ml ❤️, 07:41 pm: you’re so clingy i’m actually sick of you huh? you double-checked the contact name in hopes it wasn’t gojo.. but it really was gojo. you felt confused, why was he acting like this.. like a dick? you felt your eyes swell up. suddenly, yuki texted you. you didn’t feel any more energy to text anyone anymore— but you decided to open it anyway. yuki girlboss duhh, 07:50 pm: um hey girl.. you might wanna see this yuki girlboss duhh, 07:51 pm: (attachment added)

you opened the attachment, feeling your fingers shake. as soon as you open it, you felt a pang of disgust course throughout your body. the picture showcased gojo in a white suit— wait, holy shit.. is that a prada blazer..? you could just tell that his whole outfit probably costed thousands. his hair looked more well-kept than usual.

and there was a girl sitting at the same table as him, she probably also wore an expensive dress.. but you couldn’t really care less. the only thing you cared about was him basically cheating on you. you heard rumors about gojo being a player in highschool, but he was so charismatic— so you decided to ignore it. big mistake. you were so stubborn. literally everyone warned you.. however, you just ignored it. you, 08:02 pm:  oh. ty

shit, you hadn’t realized it but you were on the couch, crying till all your mascara was drooping on your cheeks. you were.. ugly crying.

you were watching your favorite show, 13 reasons why.. you probably rewatched it 4 times by now. and to add onto your already bad mood— you were playing I miss you, I’m sorry in the background.

though your phone was on mute, you couldn’t help but check if anyone texted you. unfortunately gojo did. Satoru Gojo, 01:10 pm: sorry that i said that Satoru Gojo, 01:12 pm: but i have to be real, we should break up … you were torn about insulting him or blocking him— but luckily, you took the more mature route. you, 01:13 pm: kay. why though? within seconds, he responded

Satoru Gojo, 01:13 pm: let’s be honest. this isn’t working. I’m busy and i don't see us continuing as a couple. i’m really sorry you clench your jaw before letting out a scoff, you knew damn well his ass was with another girl, having the time of his life.

you, 01:13 pm: shut the fuck up *you blocked this contact number. tap to unblock* nevermind. you took the immature route you felt the next stage of a breakup, anger and resentment. you opened your instagram, me_and_gojo it was an account where you posted basically all your lively moments with him, gojo. you changed your username to: me_and_myself before taking a good hour or so to delete every post, cleaning everything up. you looked at his account, though there were no posts of him and that girl— you still felt spiteful. you blocked his instagram account too.

…after a couple hours, you woke up at 6 am or so. you rubbed your eyes, seeing that the tv was playing a random movie recommended by netflix. you grabbed the remote, turning it off before grabbing your phone again.. but this time, it was geto, gojo’s best friend. geto, 05:32 am: hey girlieee geto, 05:32 am: i heard you broke up with gojo. I’m rlly sorry for that (i personally think gojo’s in the wrong for that) geto, 05:33 am: but anyway, he wanted his stuff back from your house.. I think he’s moving somewhere else? you let out a sigh, knowing that you’d have to talk or atleast see gojo again you, 06:05 am: oh. alright. you, 06:05 am: when is he coming exactly? geto responds in a few minutes

geto, 06:11 am: he says he can come in an hour or so geto, 06:11 am: just to lyk, i hope you can recover a faint smile appears on your face, but it quickly disappears as you see in the phone reflection how your makeup basically got ruined.. damn, i should invest in some waterproof makeup, you thought to yourself. you quickly head upstairs to your room, grabbing some micellair water and a cotton pad before rubbing it on your face, your makeup disappearing in a couple seconds. as soon as you finish, you hear the doorbell ring. that must be gojo. you felt dread, not wanting to see gojo’s stupid ass face after everything that happened. you hurried downstairs, before opening the door to see gojo, standing casually in front of your house. you felt his six eyes stare at your face. you tried to hide your expression of disgust.. but you could tell he knew you weren’t happy with him being home. he waved awkwardly, ‘’hey, i guess.’’ you ignored him, giving him the silent treatment as he walked in. ‘’oh.. I see, not being very talkative today, eh?’’ he lets out a dumb chuckle. everything that made you love him gave you the ick now. ‘’just.. do your thing.’’ you mumble under your breath. you notice him carrying a couple of big boxes, but even with that— you knew it wouldn’t be enough. ‘’eh alright. it’s gonna take some time, though.’’ he emphasized. as he walked nearby you, you could smell his jean paul gaultier cologne.

the moment you smelled it, you felt dizzy because of how strong it was. highkey, it was suffocating. you made a face of disgust, but you quickly turned around and sat on the couch, looking at him as he walked upstairs with an empty box— and in a few minutes he was downstairs with a full box you were unsure that could even be taped shut. this process continued for more than an hour, until he finally spoke up. ‘’hey, i’m done now. have a good life, alright?’’ he says before walking out the door. you quickly waddled to lock the door and head upstairs, curious how the room you first shared looked like now. you never noticed that most of the stuff in the house was from gojo. everything was and looked so empty— it didn’t feel homey anymore. fast forward to a few months or maybe a year later, you still weren’t really over it yet. honestly, even though gojo was annoying as shit, he fulfilled a spot in your heart nobody could.

he was arrogant, sure, but he could also be an absolute sweetheart at times— and let’s not forget the time when he spoiled you at your birthday. you felt so lucky to be his girlfriend.

maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t find anybody like gojo again. all your friends told you, ‘’girl there are so many fish in the sea’’ and all that bullshit. but, you also knew, if he was really your soulmate— he wouldn’t have cheated in the first place.

after your initial breakup, you couldn’t really care to take care of your looks, usually having messy hair and little to no makeup each day you went to work. maybe being single would be better, cause then you wouldn’t have any heartbreak anymore.

until one day that you walked out the door, deciding to walk to work, it wasn’t that far from your place anyway. you saw geto, but you noticed that he looked kind of.. sad? and he didn’t even care to put his hair up into a bun.

you stopped him in his tracks, wanting to greet him. ‘’hey geto.’’ you smile awkwardly as he glances up at you. ‘’oh. hi.’’ he says, trying to act polite.

‘’eh.. what’s up?’’ you ask him, wanting to know the reason behind his dampened mood. ‘’oh.. you haven’t heard?’’

‘’gojo died.’’ those two words felt like a truck crashing into your heart. ah.. you hated him, sure, but you didn’t exactly want him to die.

‘’huh.. when.. why?’’ you ramble, before geto interrupts you. ‘’well he died, like, a couple days ago. and why? meh.’’ geto shrugs in a nonchalant way. ‘’he died because of a mission. he was being kind of cocky— he thought he’d be able to kill sukuna.’’ you cut him off, wondering how he could’ve died— i mean. he has infinity, six eyes.. he’s basically immortal. right?‘’hold on— how?’’ ‘’hey, i don’t know either.’’

and from that day forward, you had to live with curiosity. who was that girl he was on a date with? how did he even die? but deep down, you knew you would never get an answer on any of your questions. you unblocked him, just to send one, last, message.

you, 06:03 pm: i miss you you, 06:03 pm: i’m sorry. *this contact number has been deleted, your message could not be delivered*

ㅤ🗝ㅤwork belongs to @ iknowher﹐do not plagiarize my work !

[girltalkcollectives]

Confessions of a Recovering Perfectionist: What I Wish Someone Had Told Me About Academic Burnout

Currently writing this from my favorite corner of the library at 1 AM, surrounded by empty coffee cups and half-finished to-do lists. If you're also here – physically or metaphorically – this post is for you.

The Breaking Point

Last week, I:

Pulled three all-nighters

Cried in the bathroom between classes

Forgot to eat actual meals for two days

Drank enough coffee to fuel a small country

Had a breakdown over a B+

Ignored approximately 47 texts from friends

Convinced myself I was failing at life

And then I realized: this isn't normal. This isn't okay. And I'm definitely not alone.

The Pressure We're Under

Let's be real about what we're juggling:

5+ classes with endless assignments

Internship applications

Club responsibilities

Part-time jobs

Social life maintenance

Basic human needs (allegedly)

Family expectations

Our own impossible standards

Signs of Burnout I Ignored

Looking back, the red flags were screaming:

Constant exhaustion (but unable to sleep)

Sunday night panic attacks

Zero motivation for things I used to love

Living on caffeine and protein bars

Emotional breakdowns over minor setbacks

Feeling disconnected from friends

That weird eye twitch that wouldn't go away

The Toxic Academic Culture No One Talks About

We normalize:

"I'll sleep when I'm dead"

Competing over who's more stressed

Skipping meals to study

Feeling guilty for taking breaks

Measuring our worth by our GPA

Sacrificing mental health for grades

Working ourselves sick

What Actually Helped Me

Real strategies that made a difference:

Setting non-negotiable rest times

No studying after 11 PM

One full day off per week

Actual lunch breaks (revolutionary, I know)

2. Creating study boundaries

50 minutes of work, 10-minute breaks

No studying in bed

Phone on "Do Not Disturb"

Designated study spots

3. Taking care of my body

Keeping snacks in my backpack

Water bottle always with me

Walking between classes instead of rushing

Actually using my gym membership

The Reality Check I Needed

Truth bombs I'm learning:

No grade is worth your mental health

You can't pour from an empty cup

Success isn't measured by exhaustion

Your worth isn't your productivity

Rest is productive

B's get degrees (and that's okay!)

Permission Slips We All Need

It's okay to:

Take a mental health day

Ask for extensions when needed

Say no to extra commitments

Not be the perfect student

Change your major if you're unhappy

Prioritize sleep over studying

Ask for help

What Recovery Looks Like

Small wins I'm celebrating:

Actually eating three meals a day

Sleeping more than 4 hours

Taking weekends off

Setting boundaries with study groups

Deleting social media during finals

Learning to say "no"

Accepting that good enough is enough

Practical Steps I'm Taking

My new non-negotiables:

No all-nighters (they don't work anyway)

Regular meal times

Phone-free study blocks

Weekly planning sessions

Morning routine that isn't just coffee

Therapy appointments

Exercise that feels good

To Anyone Struggling

Remember:

Your grades don't define you

This phase of life is temporary

Everyone's path is different

It's okay to take breaks

You're doing better than you think

Asking for help is strength

You matter more than your GPA

Moving Forward

I'm learning that:

Success looks different for everyone

Balance isn't perfect

Rest is necessary

Breaks make you more productive

Health comes first

Some things can wait

You're not falling behind

The Plot Twist

Maybe the real achievement isn't getting straight A's while running three clubs and maintaining a perfect Instagram feed. Maybe it's learning to take care of yourself while chasing your dreams.

[kanmom51]

JK Stationhead Radio 3 October 2023

So nothing too interesting happened in this Stationhead. Well, not as much as we had in the previous two.

JK came a little later than planned, like 10 minutes late, tired after practicing.

He starts with this:

So that's the schedule he was being all sus about?

Sorry, but I'm still not buying it.

Well, in the sense that there is something else he was being all cheeky about, that is.

I wonder.

He answered a comment about his TikTok post and delete.

Plausible deniability. Said it once, will say it again!!

He wanted to copy the trend. So why do the opposite then? Doesn't care it's being posted everywhere? I'm thinking like he knew it would be even if he deleted...

JK was complaining he isn't sleeping well. Super tired. Definitely suffering from insomnia.

JK continuing the LOVE YOU motif from yesterday is trying to say it in different languages. He tries with papago. He tries this in several language, struggling. Like, a lot.

The whole time he's being so cute and adorable and then he wonders why he's called cute by army...

Lol.

After he's done, exhausted from his language lesson, lol, he starts reading comments again.

Interesting.

So the other content we know that's been filmed - where will be seeing that?

Ate chicken again: "at this point it's an addiction, haha".

Seriously, some fans need to learn about boundaries.

We have an approximate timeline for the live tomorrow (although JK being JK is not committing to that one hour, lol).

And they continue...

Ok, we did get some Jimin crumbs, lol.

He reads out a comment asking that the live today will be with Jimin.

And this?

He's so damn cute, lol.

Bammy!!!

likes short sleeves in summer and long in winter.

Boundaries lesson time.

and...

JK comments about the weird comments... again, boundaries being crossed:

Fucking seriously!!!

But still JK is his own flirty self.

I wish fans would understand that he isn't actually hitting on them.

I'm sure that's not what he tells JM's mom though!! Lol.

JK was asked about a solo tour - answered he'd like to.

And then we have this:

This episone:

And this one too, lol:

And that basically was when he said his goodbyes.

I'm sure I missed a few things, but as I mentioned, nothing of importance (I hope, lol)

So, not too much. A little of JK flirty, a lot of JK cute, some Jikook crumbs, and too much perv fans.

Now we count the hours to:

a. Golden pre-sale opening.

b. JK's live tonight.

[frostmoths]

Might regret posting this. cw alcohol, suicide ideation

Let me preface by saying I wrote this, and a much more emo version before, over the course of a week, and I’m feeling a little better now. It comes and goes. It's everything I’ve been handling since late May, and I want to open up about it.

I have extreme depression and recent happenings have tipped the scale to make me nearly non-functional. I started therapy and medication a year ago because of the world’s most passive-aggressive rejection. I’m way worse now. I’m on my third med and if what happened Sunday (I was very ill) was a side effect, I’m going to have to quit it too. I don’t believe in antidepressants as a cure-all and I’ve only been conceding because I’m tired of wanting to lay down and die. Not kms necessarily, just stop hurting. Though I’ve got like 10 bottles of various prescription insomnia meds which don’t do any good on their own, so maybe if I take them all at once

One weeknight in early June I tried to drink myself to passing out and forgetting what broke my heart. Instead I threw up and went to work the next day hung over. And it was an embarrassingly small amount to drink. Just that it was cheap and I had it on an empty stomach because I was too enraged to make dinner. I haven’t had alcohol since. I dumped out what was left. 

My idiot father, who has dementia, has taken to dragging his guns around everywhere because he’s paranoid they’ll be stolen, and gets angry if he's confronted about it. I’ve alerted several authorities but unless my mother complies, nothing will be done. She won’t because she’s also insane. In May I had a full nervous breakdown expecting me or my cats to get murdered. It was probably the breaking point for my short-lived girlfriend dumping me two days later. Once again my shitty family has ruined any chance of happiness for me. 

When I saw a pistol on his chairside table the other day, instead of blind panic, I felt nothing. I kind of hoped it was loaded and he’d do it, so everything would stop.

My new house is a shitshow and I got ripped off. I have approximately 6 hours a week to work on it and zero help so I’m still not moved in. At this point I hope to sell it after a couple of years of improvements (if I can afford them), get my money back, then maybe flee this godforsaken country and go live in the mountains in. Fucking Iceland. idk. My mother promised assistance for certain things and took it back because that’s what she does. I’m about ready to cut her out of my life.

I can barely eat without getting sick in one way or another. I no longer enjoy things like cooking, EDM, watching anime, and, worst of all, writing. Last month I started poking at [redacted]’s outline as a way to keep my head above water, only to realize it’s way more vague than I remember and that some parts make no damn sense. This is a thing I’ve been bragging about for 3 years as proof that I know what I’m doing, so I feel like a fool. I deleted everything I ever posted about it on my sideblog. I’m tempted to wipe what’s started off AO3. Tempted to delete the entire account tbh, too many memories which are too raw right now. I’m not a skilled writer and the pros (plural) were right to call me out on it last year. And this has been the one thing about myself I was confident in my entire life, that I was banking on making a career now that I finally, finally have my own house with peace and quiet, and now I can see I was fucking delusional. I give up.

My therapist says I have trauma and that I never healed from what happened in 2020 (not Covid-related). I can only see her every 5-6 weeks because she’s that booked. She said she argued with administration because she can't focus on her current patients but they keep throwing new ones at her. Kind of like my job. Everyone everywhere is overworked.

To cope I’ve been indulging in something that’s frowned upon — not a substance abuse thing, but an ethical thing? I guess? Among creatives. I don’t care because it helps me. My psych and my therapist both told me to seek supplemental therapy in between appointments. I think they had something more like b*tterh*lp in mind, but that’s a proven pyramid scheme so lol no thanks. Psychology books and imaginary friends it is.

My employer is closed today and tomorrow for the holiday, and I’m on vacation next week. Much-needed extended time off for me. If I don’t make headway on the house then I don’t know what. I didn’t want to spend my one week off a year moving in the middle of fucking summer during the worst heat on record. At one point I had much more pleasant plans but that’s no longer happening and I can’t think about it. I can’t, but I still do. 

I wanted this house to be my success story. Having worked hard, she rescued herself, escaped her toxic family with her fur sons and flourished creatively, healthfully, and romantically. All was well. The reality is that I was likely conned as a first-time single homebuyer and I'm so mentally ill now that I may not be able to meet the demands of maintaining a 70 year old house with nonworking appliances I can't afford to replace, let alone my own well-being. How did I get myself into this. 

There's one last-ditch effort I can make to pull myself through, but not properly until I move. It sounds like a lame excuse and it probably is, but whatever. Better later than never. However, I tried this last fall, went too hard too fast and burned out after 4 months. I threw a lot of money away doing it. I keep hearing push yourself, go intense, you'll never get there with baby steps but I also think you have to take baby steps if you're starting from zero because otherwise you'll burn out? I'm so tired of conflicting information everywhere. One tells me one thing, another says that's wrong. I can't trust anyone. 

There are a couple of other things I’m looking forward to trying more than exercise. Which are probably less healthy for me. Who is going to stop me. hashtag yolo

I keep telling myself it won’t be this way forever. Just like summer. It comes around once a year, it feels like death, and then there’s relief. But it’ll happen again and again. Just like summer. You have to adapt.

I'm glad pride month is over. I don't know what I'm supposed to be so proud of.

[jaywhangmakes]

Instead of groaning over Disney's live-action remakes, support independent animations.

(Note: I once posted a now-deleted blog post about the same topic. This is a revision based on my proofreaders' suggestions.)

I have seen a lot of people groaning about Disney’s live-action remakes and lamenting how 2D animation is “dead” in the West, especially in light of Sean Bailey’s announcement of a live action The Lion King saga. Most of these complaints are about Disney prioritizing remakes instead of animated works, or worse, trying to kill off 2D animation. The thing is, the world doesn’t need to rely on the Walt Disney Studios for innovation in hand drawn animation. Even if the animation industry in the western hemisphere is marginalized, there are animators who want to rebuild this industry from the ground up. Before you buy a ticket for the next live action Disney remake, consider backing some of the following crowdfunding campaigns for independent animation projects. Yes, some of these crowdfunding campaigns are for 3D animations as well, but compared to mainstream 3D works, these feel rather personal and humble.

These are the projects that are currently looking for funding as of June 8th, 2023.

BOXTOWN: THE PRODUCTION CROWDFUND

Boxtown is an indie animated noir buddy comedy about a con man detective (played by Alex Hirsch, creator of Gravity Falls and voice of Bill Cipher, Grunkle Stan and Hooty) who teams up with an innocent, true-crime-obsessed orphan with a hidden murderous side (played by Tara Strong, known as the voice of Twilight Sparkle, Timmy Turner, Miss Minutes in Loki, and Ben 10).

Funding due date: July 2nd, 2023, 4PM EST

The first I heard about Boxtown was through TikTok videos where Charlie P. Gavin, the series’s creator, asked voice actors to audition their characters by stitching their submission to the casting call video. The way Bandit Mill Animation’s production team casted this project showed me the importance of transparency and having their supporters and followers participate in their process. This project has brought in animation industry veterans, top voice-acting talents, and up-and-comers to create a new kind of neo-noir comedy animated series. I want to know more about where this project is heading considering how much the creators have put their passion into it.

CHEW GUM: An Animated Musical Series

CHEW GUM is an adult animated musical series created by Shane Curry, based on characters he's been animating for many years. Early incarnations of the characters have garnered over 28,000,000 (twenty-eight million) views on TikTok alone, and this series is the culmination of years of animation development, songwriting and voice acting all rolled into one weird ball of gum.

Funding due date: June 30th, 2023, 4PM EST

Similar to Boxtown, I came across CHEW GUM while searching “independent animation” on TikTok. A day later, I encountered the producer of this series and the main organizer of the crowdfunding campaign at the underground animation screening held in Brooklyn. On the way home, we talked together about the state of independent animation, some advice regarding crowdfunding, and I shared my own works with her. That night, I watched the series and I found them rather adorable. If you’re looking for an easy-to-watch 3D steam that feels pleasant, this series is for you.

Constancy Roa OVA

Constancy Roa is an OVA (Original Video Animation) brought to you by the creative minds at InfinityArk, an up and coming animation company. It does not have a specific genre, instead opting for the more melting pot approach of the 90s to early 2000s OVA anime series. Which means it has action, drama, romance, adult situations, graphic violence, and dark comedy. At its core, it's a war story between Cygens and Humanity. Approximately, five minutes of the hour-long pilot contained scenes with adult content. It is inspired by works like the Bubblegum Crisis OVAs, Project A-ko, and the game series Megaman X. We hope to make a series that will bridge the gap between current anime and "retro" anime of the past. This OVA is about Cygens, which have been unleashed and the world will never be the same. A new melting pot style OVA series that bridges the old and new.

Funding due date: 07/06/2023 8:00 AM EDT

This is a throwback to the late 90s/early 2000s OVA anime, when visuals are grungy and animation reflects as such. The style reminds me of those OVAs that Manga entertainment used to promote on their home videos with KMFDM’s music in the background. In fact, I wanted animated works that tried to replicate the feel of the older media, much like how the movies The Lighthouse or Pearl did. My twitter friend Shakyra Dunn is involved in this as the voice for the character Natasha Gifford. She is very much excited about this project.

Jades Diary Season 2

An animated mini-series following the adventures of Jade Raven.

Funding due date: June 18th, 2023, 3PM EST

Like Chew Gum, I came across Jade's Diary through the TikTok discover page. It is an independent animation crowdfunding campaign that’s still going on and only has a handful of supporters. I haven’t seen the first season of the series. But I loved the animation style so much that I really wanted this campaign to succeed. It was almost like our homegrown Studio Trigger project.

Sunnyside Magic High: Animated Short

Sunnyside Magic High is an indie animated coming-of-age action-adventure pilot set inside the high fantasy world of Cora. It follows four magical royals who attend a prestigious academy where they hone their magic and prepare to one day rule their own kingdoms. An animated short introducing you to four magical, unstable royals and their prestigious academy.

Funding due date: July 22, 2023

I am writing this while New York City is stuck under the Quebec wildfire smoke apocalypse. I need something wholesome to get my own doomer feeling out of my mind while surviving this smoke-filled apocalypse. And this series could uplift my downer mood in recent days (or years). It seems like this targets people who are nostalgic toward the Renaissance period of the Walt Disney Studios where they produce animated musicals with coming-of-age themes. Not only that, the series could fill up the empty space in every Harry Potter’s fans’ heart after they were disappointed by its author’s bigotry.

[girnationalparkonlinebooking]

Gir Jungle Safari (3 Hrs)

Gir Jungle Trail is the forest department organized open Jeep Safari ride of approximately 3 hours inside the dense forest of Gir National Park. One may get chance to see Asiatic Lion, leopards, and many other wild animals, birds & rich flora and fauna of Gir forest.

Gir Jungle Trail Package Rate & persons allowed in one vehicle:

INR 4500/- to 4800/- for Indians (Per Jeep)

INR 12,000 to 15,000/- for Foreigners (Per Jeep)

One Jeep can accommodate maximum 6 adults and 1 child. Age till 12 years considered as child and more than 12 years considered as adult for safari booking. If number of adults are less then more children can be added up to 7. Since the rates are per Jeep and not per person, rates will be same for 1 person and for 6 persons boarding the safari.

What is Included in this Package?

Permit issued by Forest department to enter in to the Gir Jungle Trail

Open Gypsy vehicle (old model), Driver & Guide approved by Forest Department

Payment processing charges & GST

Safari coordinator service charge who will assist you while Boarding.

What is Not Included?

Camera fees, if any. (There is no charge for Mobile Phones)

Pick-up / Drop from Resort / Hotel. It can be arranged at extra charge.

Gypsy vehicles are subject to availability at the time of boarding. If Gypsy vehicles are not available, new Bolero vehicle will be alloted compulsorily and guest has to pay INR 1500/- extra to the driver.

Reporting Place & Time: Boarding / Reporting point for safari is “Sinh Sadan, Sasan Gir”. Visitor Need to report at least 30 minutes before scheduled Safari time. There is ample parking facility for visitors to park their vehicles and board Jeep.

Safari Timings and Availability of Permits: There are 3 Safari timings as mentioned below & Forest department issue limited Permit for each time slots. 100% of Permits are available for advance booking, on the spot booking is not available.

Gir Jungle Trail remains closed from 16th June to 15th Oct every year. However, you can enjoy Devaliya Jeep Safari throughout the year.

Cancellation Policy

Cancellation Before 10 Days: 75% Refund

Cancellation Before 05 Days: 50% Refund

Cancellation Before 02 Days: 25% Refund

Cancellation Less than 02 Days: 0% Refund

Note: Days are calculated excluding the Safari Boarding day & Cancellation request day. Cancellation request received after 6 PM will be considered on next working day. Cancellation policy mentioned above is subject to change.

It is mandatory to provide ID proof detail of all members while booking. ID proofs submitted while Safari Booking will be verified with the original ID proofs at safari boarding time. Boarding will not be possible if found any discrepancy and any refund will not be processed in this case. No ID proofs are accepted other than mentioned in the Booking Form.

Once the safari is booked, any kind of modification is strictly NOT possible, like Change in the ID proof number, name of person including spelling mistake, addition or deletion of person, change in safari date or time slot, etc.

There are 13 routes for this jeep safari. Any of the routes is allocated to each jeep randomly. Possibility of lion sighting is equal in each route and it is purely on your luck. One can get a chance to see lots of wildlife animals including lions & Leopards.

We will refund full amount within 2 working days in case of unavailability of requested jeep safari.

Forest depart reserves the right to cancel the permit or slightly modify the timing in unavoidable circumstances. Decision of the forest department will be final in such case.

vist our website: https://www.girnationalpark.co.in/safaris/gir-jungle-trail

[hoshi-y]

Lover Boy

Genre : Fluff

Character : Yugi Amane

Hearts 4 u 💕💗

It was a warm cloudy afternoon as a boy with black choppy hair walks nervously to your house. Despite you and him going on multiple dates, he gets very nervous everytime he picks you up.

Amane took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, He heard a few commotions inside, He saw the door knob move and thought it would be you but it was your Dad. "Ah, Yugi-kun, What are you up to this fine afternoon?" Your dad leaned on the door frame arms crossed waiting for Amane's answer

"A-ah, I'm taking [F/N] o-out today" Gripping onto the strap of his body bag

"Again? Don't you get tired of taking them out?, haha Im just kidding. Bring my child home at a descent hour yeah?" He looked behind him and saw you coming down the stairs

"O-of course Mr. [L/N]!" Your dad chuckled and gave Amane a pat on the back "You're a fine man Amane. Please, call me [D/N] or Dad, I know my [F/N] is in good hands" Amane blushed a little, I mean who wouldn't? imagine the parent of your s/o just insists you to call them mom or dad

"Hi Amane, sorry I took so long- Why is your face so red..." He was about to explode, you looked at your dad holding back a laugh "Dad what did you do to him..."

"I didn't do anything honey~ No go on, have a great day" You eyed him suspiciously as you grabbed Amanes hand and led him out the gate

"I better see a ring on that finger when you get back"

"D-DAD"

Finally calming your blushing face you sighed heavily "Im sorry about that Amane..."

"I-its alright, I mean your dad just approved of me and I am really happy about that" You saw his face light up making you giggle "Mm.. Dad is really taking a liking to you huh? He kept asking me the other night when you'll come to the house again"

"He said that?"

"Mhm, He really likes you Amane"

Amane was a bit overjoyed, He was scared that your dad wouldn't approve of him. I mean he watched as many people tried to sway your dad but none of them did, he was very lucky.

"Oohhh Amane let's go over there!" You walk to the direction of a cute shop that sells plushies and other cute things. Despite it being newly opened it had alot of people in it, but you two went in with no trouble

"Waahh Amane look at this plushie, it's sooo big" Grabbing it off the shelf hugging it close to you "And so soft too~" You heard a camera shuttle go off, you looked at Amane and he was taking pictures of you "H-hey delete that!"

"Nope~ Look how adorable you are why would I delete that? This will become my new wallpaper" You groaned with a blush on your face as he showed you his lockscreen "I look dumb.." Amane playfully flicked your forehead "No you don't, and I am not taking it off"

Both of you walked around for a bit and saw wall of shades of liptint, your eyes lit up and picked one off the wall "Oohhh, this are the ones that have scents" You took out a sample and applied it onto your lips

"That looks pretty on you—" You cut him off by gently grabbing his face and planting a kiss on his cheek leaving a kiss mark. "Mm.. I don't like that shade" Putting it back and grabbing another one. Amane touched the area where you kisses him as he exploded into red

You applied another one and planted another kiss on his cheek. "Cute, but I don't like the scent"

Dont know which of you was enjoyinf, you lookinh for a shade or Amane having to be your subject to see if the shade is good

It has been approximately 10 minutes and Amane's face was almost filled with kiss marks with different shades of liptint, He was sitting on a chair hand on his cheek, Its like there were imaginary hearts comming out of him, he looked very love strucked.

You planted another kiss on his lips. "Ohhh I like this one" About to grab one Amane stopped you

"Noo.. No I don't think that shade suits youuu.. How about this one?" You giggled as Amane grabbed the same one you used on him earlier "Amane I already used that" He pouted "besides.. Your face is already filled with kiss marks, and I am satisfied with this one" Grabbing two of the one you liked, Amane sat there like a little kid who didn't get the toy they wanted

"We need to wipe those off—" Grabbing your wipes, Amane stopped you "No I'm not removing these"

"Amane don't tell me you're gonna walk home like that" You laughed a little

He wasn't joking he actually walked you home with all those kiss marks on his face, like he is proud to have them—

"Hey you two—" Your Mom stopped at her tracks as she giggled seeing Amane's face "Oh my~ It looks like you two had fun, come inside Im just about to make dinner"

You said your greetings to your dad as you took off your shoes. "My, [F/N] what did you do to Amane's face?"

"He didn't wanna take it off" You giggled as he still refused to take it off avoiding the wet wipes he grabbed your wrist "Stoopp.. I'll remove them when I get home" Yeah right.

"We'll go upstairs Mom" You grabbed his hand leading him to your room, you opened the door and was immediately greeted with the mess you made this morning, you blushed furiously embarrassed to let him see the mess in your room "H-hold on just a second..." You went in and closed your door immediately cleaning it all up.

As you were done you opened your door letting him in. "Waahh I miss the bed..." He said as he plopped onto your bed "You look comfortable" Sitting on your bed, but he pulled you down cuddling you "Now I am.." You giggled "Amane... I think we should really remove those kiss marks, they aren't good for your skin" He pouted. "Nooo..."

"Listen, I'll just... Do it again yomorrow okay?" Amane finally said yes anf sat down, you got up and got your wipes and sat down infront of him, but he pulled you onto his lap making you blush furiously

"w-what are you doing.."

"Giving you a more comfortable position~" You looked away as he snickered "Your ears are turning red too~"

"Shut up, I'm not gonna give you any more kisses"

"Nooooo TT"

Yes.... That is my handwriting.....

During class I filled the very end page of my paper with his name in hearts hehez 👁️👁️

[mojavepumpkin]

monday, february 26th

8pm

so i just deleted an entire blog post on accident. upsetting. highly upsetting infact! so yesterday i went on a 10 mile hike with J, saw H. it was a good day. stayed up a little too late. but it was a good day. spent only 2 hours and 30 minutes on my phone.

today has been a good day. i still feel weird. like im missing something. i hope that goes away with some time. today was also good. only one bad thing has happened and it has been the deletion of the WIP post, i thought i posted it too. just very upsetting. better to not think about it i suppose. well now there is a second bad thing - dog will not stop barking. this is why im a cat person. third bad thing - my mom playing videos at full volume in the living room while we're all in here.

okay. good day. i had a good day. art was fine. we got our project in biology, kierstin wasn't here again. math was fine - i dont really understand but i can get by. i need to do the homework in there. we started the great gatsby - i really like it. REALLY LIKE IT. anyway, met L for a walk at the library. ended up doing like 7ish miles, we talked the whole time. it was fun. he was supposed to volunteer for the library, but we spent the whole time walking and talking. i got a book from the library (Jane Eyre) , with his assistance. We ate at mcdonalds - which was surprisingly very good. sidenote; the library has very nice bathrooms.

as soon as i got home i played basketball for another 45 minutes until the sun went down, listened to a podcast during. took a shower, now im writing this. stayed busy during the afternoon, and am better off for it probably.

ive started leaving my phone in places i am not when i dont need my phone. also; new idea on limiting time on reddit and other stuff - i should set a timer on my phone for like 30 minutes and set that time aside for using reddit and stuff. pretty good solution.

i wonder how tomorrow will be. i work. i close. i go to school for the full 7.5 hours too, plus like 5 at work. i'll be at home for approximately 20ish minutes before 10 o'clock. i hope theres time to do math homework in art because if not im in deeep shite if theres a homework check. im tired. im full. i wonder if theres anything else that i have to say. i have a mini-headache. i dont want to go to public speaking tomorrow. i gave away 2 pairs of shoes. i made one of my favorite meals;

Bread (preferably french, and toasted (just like how i like my men))

Sour cream (or greek yogurt)

Sauteed and sliced mushrooms.

its so delicious. i also had a chicken breast with some gravy. and a diet coke - heavenly.

anyway, its probably time i go. cya.

[bloodelves88]

I Think I Don't Like Gaming Anymore

25 years. It's been approximately 25 years since I've started playing video games as a hobby. The games that left a memorable impression on me as a child or teenager were games like Red Alert 1, Doom, Starcraft, GTA: Vice City & San Andreas, Warcraft 3, Runescape, Little Fighter 2, Worms, Dragon Age, Mass Effect Trilogy, Assassin's Creed 1 and 2, Shattered Galaxy, Rakion, and probably a lot more that isn't surfacing to the top of my head right now.

I spent so much time playing these games. I didn't even play some of these games "properly" - I don't think I ever completed GTA: Vice City. All I ever did was muck around, blowing things up, and causing chaos. But somehow, I could spend hours doing it.

In Rakion (a PvP game), I spent hundreds of hours playing from level 1 to 10. I did that because players were matchmaked into three different level brackets. 1 to 10, 11 to 30, and 31+. Rakion was a free to play game with a cash shop, and pay to win reared its ugly head beyond level 10. So what I did was to always delete my character once it hit level 11, and just repeated everything within level 1 to 10. I had fun.

These days? I get bored and tired after an hour or two.

I started playing The Last of Us Part 1 a few days ago, and I'm already using a trainer to make things easier (i.e. cheat). I can't die, I have infinite ammo, and everything dies in one shot. But why, why am I doing such a thing?

Well, I've started to notice a particular set of feelings that arise within me whenever I play a video game nowadays. These feelings can be things like:

This is a chore

What a pain in the ass

This was only fun in the first hour of the game

This was only fun the first time I did it

What a waste of time

I just want to rush through it so that I can experience the story and complete the game

Crafting, gathering, ammo management, stealth, underwater areas, dark areas, it's all a chore to me nowadays.

Maybe an argument can be made that such mechanics aren't particularly fun to begin with, so my feelings might be understandable.

But what if these feelings extend to core gameplay mechanics?

Shooters - Shooting enemies from behind cover. Running from point A to point B. Getting headshots.

RTS - Collecting resources to build your base. Training up an army. Exploring the map.

MMOs - Travelling great distances. Earning gold. Doing dungeons and raids repeatedly to farm gear and rewards. Dealing with people. Doing dailies.

Core gameplay mechanics might not be a "chore", but they tend to drift towards "this is only fun in the first hour of the game".

I do have some guesses as to why I'm getting these feelings.

There's been no new core gameplay within video games for the past 5 years that have been really solid. I've tried Rollerdrome but it got old after a while. I haven't tried Hi-Fi Rush.

There's really nothing new, man. Every single game is just made up of the same few mechanics, wrapped up in a different skin. Fantasy, sci-fi, anime style. No matter how epic, cool, or amazing it looks, deep down it's just the same old thing all over again.

Games tend to do a very poor job to keep things fresh throughout the whole game. Once you've played a few hours of it, then you've experienced all the game has to offer gameplay wise.

I've been a story motivated gamer for quite a long time, and it's possible that what I've been seeking out are good stories and good experiences. Video games were just the vessel I used to obtain these.

It's also possible that all I wanted was a sense of progression, and the methods weren't important. This is probably why I enjoy mobile gacha games with auto-play functionality nowadays. You get to progress, but you don't need to actively grind. It basically removes the problems of it being a chore, a pain in the ass, and a waste of time. Yet it allows me to progress and experience the story (Honkai: Star Rail is so far, the best game in 2023 for me).

The video game industry, especially in the AAA space, is producing a lot of junk lately. I mean, check out this wall of shame: https://www.reddit.com/r/pcmasterrace/comments/13sjzft/we_would_like_to_apologize_please/

And even if the game isn't junk, it's filled with season passes and pay to win junk, still has to be bought before playing, and has none of the upsides of gacha games I mentioned above.

Everything is liked nowadays. My previous blog post: https://bloodelves88.tumblr.com/post/702607969068662784/everything-is-liked-nowadays

I'm just losing patience, growing old, getting tired, etc.?

I do still enjoy some new games though, but I'm not sure why. They don't seem to be that different, but I still enjoyed them from start to end. The Yakuza series, Horizon Zero Dawn and Forbidden West, The Final Fantasy VII Remake, and Final Fantasy XIV are examples of new games I enjoyed.

All in all, I'm still not sure what to make of these feelings I have. I think I want to set video games aside and play less of it, but it's not easy to just do that for a 25 year old hobby. I doubt I'll ever drop video games from my life completely, but to stop keeping up with video game news, to stop exploring and trying out most of the new games that come out every year - it's going to be a strange feeling. Old habits die hard.

[troglobite]

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idk how streamers function

if i had to deal with ppl asking fucking ridiculous questions that they have 10000 different ways to find an answer on their own, i would lose my fucking mind.

even the constant refrain of like "oh what's happening in the stream, what did i miss?"

idk why don't you chill tf out and just watch the fucking stream as is and figure it out, dude

or maybe read the title or the description

what the FUCK man come ON

like literally i'm just watching someone reset their acnh island and there are people in the chat asking for tips about how to play the game

....google is right there. it has been THREE YEARS. there are SO MANY beginner guides. just ??? look it the fuck up yourself????

someone asked what happens with the fruit on the trees after you shake it and pick it up

have you ??? never watched her play acnh before ??? what the fuck is happening.

like she literally has three fucking islands and has been streaming for well over an hour and you're asking what happens to the fucking fruit???

i literally could not stream and if i did

my audience would either be full of assholes i'd constantly have to chastise or ban

or the most helpful people on the planet answering every stupid as fuck question for me so i wouldn't have to lol

i'd probably have it set up to have a command or something that tells them my policy abt stupid as fuck questions

obviously phrased more kindly than that

like bro i'm happy to talk to chat but don't ask me ridiculous fucking questions

like that's the thing, she's SO attentive to EVERY person in chat asking shitass questions like that

that she is fully not even paying attention to the fucking game

so for example she didn't realize she picked up a weed and two fruits instead of the third fruit bc she wasn't even looking

but yes by all means please ask her to explain the basic functions of the fucking game

y'know what i do when i watch someone streaming a video game i've never played?

i shut the fuck up and watch

because, INCREDIBLY, you might just LEARN THE MECHANICS OF THE FUCKING GAME

IF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WATCH THEM PLAY

i'm such a mean person. lol

literally like--i'm bitching abt this without any specifics (beyond acnh and one or two real questions that were asked) under a cut on here where no one fucking reads it bc i feel mean abt it!

like i sincerely mean this shit

i don't think they're the scum of the earth or need to be bullied or anything, that's fucking ridiculous

i'm basically saying

what the FUCK compels people to interrupt a stream w their asinine questions that have really simple answers they could just google?

and how do streamers have the fucking patience for questions like that instead of having their mods field the questions or directing people to aforementioned google (or duckduckgo, etc.)

like i know i'm a traumatized person and it's Not That Okay for me to be constantly worried abt irritating people at all hours of the day

but also it just seems courteous to me to keep your fucking yap shut and not clog up the chat with asinine bullshit that eats up the streamer's attention

like commenting on stuff, making jokes, offering opinions, asking a question abt something Specific that is like a callback to earlier in the stream or something--i'm not saying "don't chat"

i'm saying if you have a question

please consider if you can look this up yourself

or if you, specifically, actually need this question answered right fucking now by the streamer

WHY AM I LIKE THIS

fuck me, man.

anyway.

i am intolerable and could never make it as a streamer, not even if i was a vtuber. i'd have to start off by having 10 mods in rotation to field the irritating questions, and i'm not joking.

like i have heard this streamer explain approximately 10 fucking times what she's doing (resetting vs. flattening, what resetting means), why she's doing it (she wants a different color themed island, now), no she didn't delete her original island (that's on her other switch), no she didn't delete her florida island (that on the OLED), why she restarted 4 times to try and get a yellow airport (the fucking color theme again), she had to update her switch so she went villager hunting on a different switch to kill time earlier (that's why the stream has been going on so long but she's just now beginning her island)

LIKE

OH MY FUCKING GOD

CONTEXT CLUES PLEASE?!?!?!

i am such an insufferable person.

i don't think people should stop asking questions altogether

i don't think asking questions is bad

in general i encourage them

i don't really think there are stupid questions

but there are questions that are asinine, annoying, and can be asked of somebody else

like sometimes your question doesn't fucking help anybody, including yourself, and sometimes you'd have the fucking answer to your question if you shut up and waited 2 fucking minutes

or just paid attention

or just searched for it yourself

idfk man a streamer's job is to be entertaining, imho

not answer a bunch of basicass questions about what they're doing every second of every stream bc OBVIOUSLY NOT EVERYONE CAN BE THERE FROM THE VERY FIRST MINUTE

it's also not their job to explain the fucking game they're playing unless they want to

like holy fucking shit

nobody should have to explain what happens with the fruit in animal crossing 3 years after the game came out, 3 years FILLED with streamers and youtuber playing NOTHING but animal crossing, and when a search is right there

also--is it THAT FUCKING IMPORTANT?! COME ON.

okay i have to stop.

i am mean and insufferable and i'm sorry but i have to vent my irritation somewhere

me: wanting to watch an acnh stream w a reset island bc it's fun to live vicariously bc i will never reset my islands

the streamer: [babbling nonstop answering the most insipid questions i've ever heard that DO NOT NEED ANSWERING, especially for the TENTH FUCKING TIME]

[jayt23]

As a tribute to hitting a thousand hours on fe3h recently I am yet again doing some bookkeeping.

I've got 31 S-supports accounted for (though I think the number of actual runs I had is closer to 33 since I accidentally married Sothis twice and both times as F!Byleth, as well as not marrying anyone in one run) 14 of said runs were as male Byleth and 17 as female Byleth. That means I spent approximately 30 hours and 20 minutes on each run.

I have the endings of 26 runs screenshotted, 7 of which were VW, AM and CF respectively and the last five SS.

Got complete S+ Ranks in every skill with Felix, Sylvain and Lysithea without the month-repetition/groundhog-Day-glitch and every marriage option for Felix, Sylvain (Ingrid excluded cuz I won't touch that with a 5000 mile submarine communication cable), Mercedes, Petra and Yuri.

Now, idk if I'll ever 100% complete this game, though I am getting pretty close with most of the skills around A+ for every character. Fe engage got me in a grip rn and I'm on my third run in that game currently with 135 hours spent in total, 50-55 hours spent on my first run (accidentally deleted some post-finish data but it's around that number), 62 hours on my second run and 10 hours on my current one (yea, I had to reset a lot, so what?)

[uhhhhmanda]

15 questions, 15 people

I was tagged by @fr-wiwiw! I was sure I had done this one but I can't find it on my blog so I probably did what I usually do, which is to agonize over every answer and then delete it halfway through, lol. So let's try again!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes! Spock's mother! Thank you, dad, for loving Star Trek and convincing my mom not to name me Kelsey Dawn.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Hold on, let me check my watchlist. I don't cry a lot (an interesting change that has happened in the last 10 years or so) but I know I just cried recently when I was watching a drama or a movie ... Ah! It was You Are My Secret, the cdrama.

3. Do you have kids?

No. My husband and I agree wholeheartedly on no human children. We've got two dogs and a cat that I'm way too attached to, though.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I have made a concerted effort to cut back. Now it's mostly just in texts to my husband.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Depends on the person and the situation. Sometimes height, sometimes hair, sometimes clothes. If they are talking it might be a cool accent or interesting word choice or voice. Everyone is interesting in their own way.

6. What's your eye colour?

Hazel!

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

I love horror, so oth is ideal, but if I can't have happy I will take scary over sad. A sad ending can drag me down for a long time after a movie/show/book, but a scary one is fun to keep thinking about.

8. Any special talents?

Understanding thick accents (which is wild because I have auditory processing issues -- if you speak perfect English you are harder for me to understand than if you have an accent that a TV station would caption. the human brain is mysterious af).

9. Where were you born?

In a small town an hour north of Seattle, WA.

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, drawing, cooking, photography, watching Asian dramas. Once in a blue moon I post a vlog.

11. Do you have pets?

I have two dogs who are both approximately the same percetage of pit bull and german shepherd (they aren't related, we got dna tests) but their genes expressed in opposite directions, so Geordi looks like a pointy pit bull and Pepper looks like a short-haired GSD. We also have a weird cat named John Enwistle who overgrooms himself so that he looks like he's wearing a little bolero jacket or a crop top.

12. What sports do you/have you played?

I wanted to try soccer when I was little because one of my brothers was a soccer player. But no one told me the rules? Ever? And also mom wouldn't let me quit the team when it turned out that I fucking hated being watched by everyone's parents? So I spent the entire season standing on the corner of the field ignoring everything. Kind of a formative experience. It's on my Mention To Therapist list for when I finally can afford therapy.

13. How tall are you?

5'5"

14. Favourite subject in high school?

English.

15. Dream job?

I would love to make money off my art but I'd have to uhhhhh MAKE SOME ART to do that but I've got dysfunctional executives. Other things I'd love to do for money: forensic document examiner, architect, or book indexer.

I think everyone I want to see answer this has been tagged, but if you want to play PLEASE DO!

[thomasicism]

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[aloudplace]

Fidelity won 10

Where are we going?" Thor asked as soon as they were out of Earth's atmosphere.

Sig ignored him. To Loki she said, "Can you reprogram the security system? I want to make sure that one–" she jabbed a thumb in Thor's direction, "–can't access the coms and tattle our whereabouts to Fury."

"I do not tattle," said Thor indignantly.

"I can try," Loki replied, and reached for the console. "But the coms will be inaccessible so long as we're in stealth mode anyway."

She nodded. "Just delete his access keys then. And–what the hell?"

The com screen came on with a sharp little bing! and Tony Stark's face appeared.

"Hi fellas. And lady. Hope you don't mind me popping in for a sec."

"Stark–" Loki started, at the same time Sig said, "Who the hell are you?"

Stark grinned at her, "I'm the guy who designed that ship you just swindled Fury out of. Most people know me as Iron Man." He dipped his head to one side and smiled with a poor approximation of modesty.

"He's tracking us." Loki started pressing buttons rapidly.

"What do you want?" Sig demanded.

"I wanna know where you're taking my ship, for one. See, I'm not really the trusting type. What with the fate of Earth in jeopardy and all–and you being an intergalactic criminal–I kinda feel like you owe us an explanation."

"Take it up with Fury," Sig replied.

"Yeah...Fury and I don't always see eye to eye, if you know what I mean." He winked. Obnoxious bastard. "Since he closed me out of the negotiation process, I decided to take things into my own hands. I have a direct line to the navigation program, so I'm gonna shut the engines down until you tell me–"

"I don't have time for this," Sig glanced at Loki. "How is he getting through?"

Loki held up a finger, still hitting buttons.

Stark said smugly, "Well, the Quinjet is my baby–one of–so I slipped in a few special protocols. I have access channels that nobody–"

"Got it," Loki said. The com screen abruptly went blank and the entire console flicked off and then back on again.

"Thank you," she sighed in relief. "That guy was really annoying."

"My pleasure."

Behind them, Thor said, "Is he still tracking us?"

"No. I found his special protocols and cut them manually. We're clear."

"Thank God," Sig said wryly.

Loki grinned at her, "I already said it was my pleasure."

She laughed.

"You two sure are chummy," Thor muttered.

Sig rolled her eyes. "I put it on auto," she said to Loki, "We'll reach the sector three portal in about eighteen hours. Then it's another twenty hours to home. You sure he can't get through again and shut us down?"

Loki nodded, watching her unbuckle. "Where's home?"

"Mad and I found a dwarf planet on the edge of sector four. Outside Confed jurisdiction and hidden behind an asteroid belt. It's been uninhabited for centuries. Mad calls it New Tolok." She shrugged and rose. "That's home now."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna check out the sleeping pods and inventory supplies. And I need to contact Mad and tell her where to meet us," she walked past Thor and bent to pop the hatch.

Thor unbuckled himself and went to the console. Loki watched him read the flight plan. "You have us flying straight through the asteroid field. It looks like a bloody wall. How the hell are we going to survive that?"

Her voice came back from below deck. "Usually I rely on fancy flying."

"Fancy–!" he looked at the map again, and then at Loki. "She's insane. There's no way we can get through that."

Loki shrugged. "If it was easy, everyone would do it."

Sig's voice drifted up from below. "Exactly."

...   ...   ...

Loki dropped down through the hatch just as Sig disconnected from Mad.

"Bit snug," he said, perusing the narrow space.

It was basically just a narrow walkway between the two sleeping pods, which were set into the walls and opened outwards on winging hydraulic doors. Inside each was a narrow mattress and a row of storage panels, some of which held neatly folded bedding and compressed pillows. The ceiling between the two pods had more storage panels, which dropped straight down when pressed. There Sig had found their food rations, water, and medical kit.

"It's functional," was all she said.

He stood just below the hatch, and the ceiling was so low that he rested both hands comfortably in the opening, looking down at her where she sat a couple of feet away in an open pod.

"What's the news with Mad?"

"She'll meet us just outside the asteroid belt."

He nodded, considering the narrow bed, gaze lingering on her folded legs.

"Tired?" she asked. "You should get some rest while you can."

Before he could answer Thor's heavy footsteps approached the hatch. "What are you two doing down there?"

Sig rolled her eyes. "We're plotting to kill you."

Silence.

"That sounds like a joke, but knowing my brother, it could be true," came Thor's reply.

Sig gave Loki a questioning look. He shrugged in admission.

"You have an interesting relationship," she said dryly.

He smiled.

Standing, she motioned to the bed. "It's all yours. I'll be on deck, making sure your brother doesn't do anything stupid."

He moved to pass her in the small space, looking down at her as they squeezed by one another. His chest brushed her breasts and made her flush with heat.

She wondered if he would take her to bed again, given the chance. Her body thrummed at the thought.

He might be fed up with you after the whole fidelity bond thing.

Then again, she didn't need to read their connection to know that he still felt lust towards her. It was there in his eyes whenever he looked at her. But would he act on it?

She looked up through the hatch at Thor. "Move it. I'm coming up."

Thor backed away from the opening.

"Feel free to take the other pod," she said when she reached the flight deck. "I won't need to sleep for hours."

"I'd like to talk," he kicked shut the hatch, closing Loki into the chamber below. "If you don't mind."

Sig sighed. "Of course you would."

"What's your relationship with my brother?" he asked, as she crossed to the pilot's chair.

Surprised, she paused. "I thought you were going to grill me about the plan."

He sat in the chair beside her. "I'm more interested in what you're doing with Loki."

Hm. "I fail to see how that's any of your business."

"It's not, accept, he can be..."

"Mischievous?"

"Dangerous."

Sig put one hand to her heart. "My god, you're concerned for my welfare."

He scowled at her sarcasm. "You don't know what he's capable of."

"You don't know what I'm capable of. Yet here we are," she gestured to the ship, the universe beyond. "You gonna go give him a lecture, too?"

Thor huffed in frustration.

"What do you want? Just spit it out."

"Fine," he snapped. "Are you in love with my brother? Because as much as I want good things for him, he's likely to stab you in the back and leave you to die if doing so happens to benefit him in any way."

Sig burst into laughter.

"Why is that funny?"

"I just find it amusing that you feel it necessary to warn me about your brother when it's your loyalty that seems suspect."

Thor blinked. "My loyalty?"

"I heard what Fury said. You plan to take him back to Earth and imprison him. Again. If that's how you treat your own brother, I'm not sure I can take your concern for me very seriously."

Thor sputtered. "I didn't–-don't-–want to see Loki imprisoned, but he plotted with Thanos to wage war on Earth and subjugate the humans! Also, he tried to kill me. Like, a lot."

"Tried to kill you? I find that hard to believe. He's a pretty clever guy-–powerful too, even if he can't match you for brute strength. I think if he really wanted you dead, you'd be dead."

That stunned him into silence.

"You never thought about that, huh?"

"No, but-–if he-–" Thor's expression warred between denial and dawning realization. Denial won. "No, I know he wanted me dead." He faltered. "At least...some of the time."

Sig shrugged. "If you say so."

Thor was silent for a few beats, thinking hard. Finally, he said, "I admit, I don't really understand him–-why he does the things he does."

"That's clear enough," she said wryly.

"You believe you do?"

Sig shrugged. "I don't know him that well."

"You know he's a criminal."

"So am I."

He dipped his head in acknowledgment. "Do you trust him?"

She snorted. "Trust is not in my nature."

"But you like him," Thor insisted.

Well, duh. "Don't you?"

He crossed his big arms and leaned back thoughtfully. "He's my brother. I love him."

"You don't think that's more important than the crimes he's committed?"

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, isn't the relationship more important than seeing him punished for his crimes?"

He shook his head–-not in denial, but like he didn't have an answer. "He's done wrong. It's only right that he's held accountable for his actions."

Sig sighed.

"What?"

"Right and wrong, good and bad," she shrugged. "It's all a matter of perspective."

He frowned. "Explain."

"Right and wrong are just ideas. Rules we make up to justify telling others what to do. How to act."

"You don't believe what Loki did to Earth was wrong?"

"I don't believe in right and wrong, in general."

"I-–" his face was the picture of confusion.

She took pity on him. "Listen, maybe I'm cynical–-maybe I've been around so long that my values are just jacked up–-but it seems to me that the whole right-wrong, good-bad dynamic is something powerful people made up to control the weak. A king decides he doesn't like certain behaviors, so he makes them punishable. He likes other behaviors, so he rewards them. Is that right and wrong? Or is it just control?"

"I'm king of Asgard," he said. "Rules are made to protect the weak."

"Maybe yours are. But does that make them universally 'right' and 'good'?"

"Of course it's right and good to protect the weak!"

"Not in nature it isn't. The weak are food. Without them, the strong would starve."

He shook his head. "This isn't the wild. We are intelligent, civilized beings."

"We're animals parading as intelligent, civilized beings," she insisted. "We use our intellect to make up rules to justify our behaviors. We just call it right and wrong to absolve ourselves of any guilt–-or to place guilt on others, thereby justifying our desire to punish those who do what we don't like.

He gave her a horrified look.

"I'm not saying I think it's okay to murder babies or enslave people, or whatever. I'm saying right and wrong are made-up standards we use to pass judgment on each other. Clearly, you ascribe to the majority rules flavor of that mentality: 'Hurting the weak is bad–-Punishing those who hurt the weak is good.' I just happen to have a different perspective. Different values."

"Which are?"

She shrugged. "I choose to protect the people I care about. I place that above majority opinions about right and wrong. I don't assume a stance of good or bad about anything. I just...do what I want. Then again, I'm not a king or a leader. I'm only responsible for myself, and I like it that way. I'm also well-equipped to avoid the law."

He seemed to digest that. "You don't think ill of Loki for what he's done? You wouldn't think ill of him if he betrayed you, as he has me?"

"I didn't say that. But I will say this: having experienced a level of betrayal most people can never imagine–-and having done things I believed at the time were right, which most would consider heinously wrong-–I can forgive things that other people find utterly unforgivable."

He considered this in silence for a moment. Then, softly, "You are an extraordinary woman, Cousin."

Sig smiled a bitter, humorless smile. "That's one way of looking at it."

...   ...   ...

Thor had retreated to the second sleeping pod and the ship had been quiet for hours when Sig finally slipped below deck.

She tapped on the door of the pod she'd vacated earlier and prayed that the two men hadn't decided to switch.

It opened almost soundlessly and Loki looked up at her in the dark.

Sig said nothing. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears. After long, interminable seconds, Loki shifted aside and she crawled into the pod next to him, pulling the door shut behind her.

He turned onto his side facing her and she nestled shamelessly into him, relishing the heat of his body and the smell of Loki and leather. His arm curled around her, big hand spanning her lower back.

His acceptance made her heart squeeze with gratitude. The fidelity bond stirred and expanded against her will, pouring that sensation into the circuit of their connection, and she was sure he could feel it because he stilled against her.

A few breaths later, his hand slid up her spine to the back of her neck, tickling through the hair at her nape.

In a low, deceptively sleepy voice he asked, "Can you create a fidelity bond with anyone?"

Her stomach dropped. But she didn't bother to lie. He would figure it out eventually anyway.

"No."

That brought a thread of ambivalent emotion–-too vague to define. He was guarding his feelings from her, she realized. Mad could do that, too.

But his touch was warm, almost tender. His fingers slipped deeper into her hair, rubbed slow circles against her scalp, making her want to purr with pleasure.

Finally, very softly, as though he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer, he asked, "What're the criteria?"

Sig closed her eyes and curled her arm around him. "Desire. A strong emotional connection." On both sides.

He was silent for a moment. More ambivalence; a ghost of his satisfaction and... vacillation.

"Not sexual desire," he said, half-question, half-statement.

"Not necessarily."

He didn't say anything for a few minutes. His fingers tickled the back of her neck in a slow, absent-minded caress.

And then something shifted in him. Along their connection came... a muted wave of surrender.

The spell responded instantly, pulsing. Expanding. Growing stronger.

Sig pressed her face against his chest. Tilted her chin up until her lips met the bare skin of his throat.

He shifted back and kissed her slowly in the dark. Kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, tongue moving in a lazy, voluptuous glide.

He grew hard against her, pulled her tight to his body, nestling his erection into her hip.

He kept on kissing her–-slow, languorous, dominating–-until she was positively drunk on it. And then released her, stroked her back for a while, her side, hand shaping her hip and waist possessively, gliding over her ribs, her breast, fingers digging gently into pliable flesh.

But that was all.

Eventually, cocooned in the little pod by their own heat and the sweet tingle of fidelity, they slept.

...   ...   ...

Sig woke hours later to the sensation of Loki's fingers between her legs, his mouth wet-hot on her throat. She shuddered, shocked to find herself teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"Loki-–" she gasped, grabbing his hand. "Stop!"

He did, lifting his head. "What's wrong?"

Dazed, still groggy, all she could think to say was, "I thought you weren't interested in accosting unconscious women."

He chuckled, low and dark. "I've been fantasizing about this since that first night on your ship." His fingers started moving again and Sig clasped her legs together tight as the orgasm rose.

"Let me," he growled.

She shook her head. "I want you inside."

He made a low, animal sound and the hair on her neck stood up. "Come first."

"No, I want-–"

"Don't say it again," he warned. "I'll ride you so hard you'll see stars."

Sig squeezed her legs together again on a harsh breath, pleasure surging.

Loki froze. Growled darkly, "You almost came just from that."

He bent and nipped at her throat hard and she yelped. His hand was moving again, fingers curling inside her while he worried at her clit with his thumb.

That was it. She came, bowing under his hand, keening breathlessly as he continued to work his fingers on her, in her, ratcheting the pleasure so high that her head spun and the breath died in her lungs.

When she lay limp and panting beside him, he took his hand away, slid it up under her shirt and clasped her bare breast with hungry deliberation.

"Now," he murmured. "What were you saying?"

"Inside," she rasped stubbornly.

He laughed. "If you insist. But our lack of contraceptives does seem like a concern."

Was that why he'd insisted on using his hand? "I'm not ovulating," she said, still a little breathless.

"Wonderful." He sat up in the dark pod and peeled her pants and panties off in one go.

Too eager to wait for him to do it, Sig did away with her shirt. Her jacket was already gone, draped over the back of the pilot's chair on the flight deck.

He paused on his way up her body and dipped his tongue between her legs, making her gasp.

"Sensitive," he murmured, returning for another taste, deeper this time. She jerked under the pleasure of it. "Open your legs."

"Loki..."

"I know, I know." His breath was hot against her sex. "Just a minute." And then he sucked her into his mouth and made her cry out, touched her clit with the tip of his tongue, traced tight little circles around the swollen bit of flesh.

"You're shaking," he rumbled, with unmistakable satisfaction. "I could make you come again like this."

She clamped her thighs around his head by way of denial and he laughed. The next thing she knew, his fingers were there again, tracing the same path his tongue had taken, lubricated by saliva and arousal.

"Please," she cried.

"Let me suck you."

The words undid her. She let him go and he bent to her again, mouth open, hot and slick. Tongue searing the sensitive flesh and making it throb. And when she thought she could take no more he burrowed for her clit and sucked it directly. She gasped. Bucked and came in a long, shuddering spasm.

"That's it," he said huskily, rising. And then his cock was nudging her, pushing inside, stretching her taut, making her moan. "Good girl," he whispered. "So wet."

He pinned her arms above her head and began to thrust. She wondered distantly if this was the punishment he'd threatened because he rode her with incredible, focused aggression. Long, penetrating, relentless thrusts. Arching over her in the dark, using his whole body to work her into a frenzy, until finally, she came a third time, stunned by the power of it, screeching wordlessly, her whole being focused on the deep glide of his cock inside her.

He must have come with her, because when it was over he was sagging above her, holding himself up on his elbows, panting rapidly into her hair. His cock was still jerking lightly inside her.

"That was good," he said roughly.

Sig laughed a breathy, voiceless laugh. That's an understatement.

The bond was wide open. She could feel his satisfaction. An underlying curl of wonder. A deep, masculine sense of possession. Her own emotions were a blurry tangle. She wondered what he read in them.

His mouth grazed her shoulder. She felt the hot swipe of his tongue along her collarbone.

"Does it get stronger every time?" he asked.

When she could convince her mouth to form the words she said, "I don't know. It's different."

He lifted his head. "Different how?"

"I don't have sex with Mad. It's not comparable."

"What about Malik?"

She'd known that was coming, but it still made her cringe, shut her down. He shifted over her when she didn't answer and she knew he was looking down at her face.

"Tell me."

She turned her head away. "With Malik it was rape."

He lifted himself from her gently and the sensation of his cock disengaging made her tense, memories overlaying the pleasure with nauseating emotion.

"I'm sorry," he said.

That startled her. Somehow, an apology from him seemed...

"Why?" she rasped.

He settled against her side. "Because I felt what you felt just now." The regret in his voice was like a blade on her heart. Tears stung her eyes.

"You still love him."

"I hate him," she hissed.

Loki shifted, still fully dressed against her nakedness. His heat and the sensation of leather made her feel raw. Exposed.

"Because you love him," he said.

...   ...   ...

She cried silently, asking for nothing, accepting no comfort.

Loki pulled her into his arms because that seemed like the right thing to do. Because her pain was like acid on his psyche. She lay rigidly against him and dripped hot tears onto his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he said again, knowing it was stupid. Feeling useless. Powerless.

Angry.

The fidelity bond had shrunk the moment he'd said Malik's name. She'd closed herself to him, shut herself tight. It shouldn't have bothered him.

It did.

Tenderness wasn't his strong suit–-the need for it was painfully awkward. Alien. He touched her naked back and wished he was...different.

That stung him deeply; the sense of his own insufficiency. It made him furious.

You could be more.

Thor would have known how to comfort her. The golden boy.

So why had she chosen Loki? Idiot woman. He couldn't be–-

What?

What she needed. What she deserved.

He was the God of Mischief. Agent of chaos and conflict. Selfish, mercenary, autocratic. He could give her orgasms, plot for her, fight, kill her enemies--all of which she could do for herself.

He couldn't be soft.

It made him seethe with bitterness. Resentment rose inside him–-spilled in every direction: to Sig, to Thor, to Malik. Even Mad, the idiot little Tolok who had Sig's love.

But mostly to himself.

He was drowning in it.

Part of him wanted to push her away. To recede into meanness and malice. To make her regret this moment of vulnerability. To punish her for reminding him that he was...less.

Yet he held her.

Because she'd chosen him, and he wanted her, dammit. She'd bound herself to him, and damned if he would let her go now, even if he didn't deserve her. Even if she came to hate him.

He had nothing else.

He drew her tight against his body and pushed his face into her neck, felt her tears on his cheek.

Mine, he thought angrily. Whether you like it or not.

... ... ...

Sig woke again to the sound of the ship's proximity alarm.

She was alone in the pod. The screen on the inside of the door glowed red in warning. Another ship was approaching them. A massive warship.

They were already locked into its gravity beam.

In seconds she was out of the pod, scrambling into her rumpled clothes.

"Sig!"

It was Loki, calling from the flight deck.

She shoved open the hatch and leaped straight up, still buttoning her pants. He and Thor were at the console, staring out the window.

"Who is it?"

"Thanos," Loki said grimly.

"Oh shit." She pushed between them and started slapping buttons on the center screen.

"It's no use," said Thor. "The controls are frozen. They're bringing us in."

"Fuck!"

"He wants the tesseract. He'll kill me when he realizes we don't have it," said Loki. "He'll kill us all."

Thor reached across Sig to grip his shoulder. "You will live through this day, brother. I promise you."

"He's right," Sig said, watching the enormous ship grow larger as they neared it. "Thanos can kiss my ass. We're getting out of this."

She pulled power straight from the ship's engines. From the shields, even from the beam that drew them inexorably into Thanos' grasp–-and then she reached out to Mad.

I am here, my Sigyn.

Sig poured the energy straight into the connection and felt Mad take it in. Felt the Tolok's sureness as she shifted rapidly through the aether, across light years, towards the Quinjet and its three occupants.

The warship's docking bay doors had just opened to admit them when Mad popped into the cockpit behind Sigyn.

Sig turned, opened her mouth to speak as Mad took hold of her arm, but before the words were out, Mad had pulled her through into the aether.

Mad, what the hell are you doing?!

I am sorry, my Sigyn. We cannot interfere.

Are you kidding me? We can't leave them! Sig cried.

Loki had spun and was standing there with a look of complete shock.

"Sig?" he said, and his voice came through, distant and muffled behind the heavy green haze.

She reached out to him, not with her hands but through the bond. I'm here.

He heard. His mouth moved. "What's happening?"

Beside him, Thor was looking from the window to his brother to the empty space where Sig had just stood, his face a study in confusion.

They must do this alone, Mad said. It is the only way.

Do what? Sig cried.

It is for the good of Earth. Mad replied, cryptically. This is all that I can say.

Sig turned back to Loki. Mad says we can't interfere. She looked at the Tolok in agony. Don't you dare let him die!

The Tolok studied her face with childlike innocence and ancient wisdom at once. It is the only way, my Sigyn.

What?! Sig grabbed her by the arms and shook her hard, You find another way, goddammit!

Lips parted in surprise or pain, Mad put her little hands on Sig's arms. You are hurting me, my Sigyn.

The hull thumped into solid metal. Sig turned. They were inside the warship. There were warriors outside in the docking bay, pointing guns at the quinjet.

Do something, Mad! Put me back in!

I cannot.

Yes!You! Can! Sig nearly screamed. If you let him die I will never forgive you!

Mad's enormous violet eyes were calm. I cannot break Oath.

Your oath was broken a long time ago! Sig snarled. You put us on this path, Mad! You orchestrated all of this–-I know you did! You better damned well fix it!

Mad's calm seemed to falter a fraction.

The outer hatch on the quinjet opened. Men with guns yelled orders for the two Asgardians to throw down their weapons and exit the ship.

Mad!!

The Tolok looked at Loki, who stood at the edge of the docking ramp with his hands in the air. Thor stood beside him, lighting crackling up his arms in preparation for a fight.

Is this really what you want, my Sigyn?

Yes!! Sig cried. For god's sake, yes!!

Mad met Sig's frantic gaze. Her little face filled with compassion. With love.

Very well, my Sigyn. For you.

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

HOLY SHIT I FUCKING FOUND IT.

THANK AZAR

I have spent approximately the past 60 hours trying to find Srentha's old blog. It had so many silly and fun RPs and a lot of character building stuff!

I THOUGHT I remembered remaking his blog (the one that's a sideblog to this account), renaming the old blog so I could give the New Blog the Same URL, but I couldn't remember Exactly how I'd changed the old blog's url.

I originally thought it was just a sideblog of my old personal account, but I logged in and looked at the sideblog list and nearly panicked when I couldn't find it there. (Apparently I in fact have 3 emlog blogs, though??? Should probably consolidate those someday.)

Then I remembered that, way back then, a full decade ago, I had originally made Dove and Srentha's blogs as their own accounts! So I tried to log in to his!

It took me approximately 24 hours of scrounging around in my memories to remember what I used as "his" email address and password.

(It had been 3 days of Desperately Trying to Find This Blog, so the story gets even longer and even more frustrating.)

Then, when I finally remembered I made HIS OWN EMAIL ADDRESS, and what I THOUGHT I remembered the password (I swear to Azar, I had made it the same format as Dove's password, just altering the number and the name), Tumblr wouldn't let me log in without a verification email.

Problem is, Yahoo also wouldn't let me log in to his email. Even though, 10 years later, I still remember what his ID and password were because they were so Pretty and Poetic and Distinctive that they stuck out in my memory. So I couldn't find the URL by simply logging in to the account.

(Also, I "coded" the Yahoo Security Verification Question Answers for his account. Which was a stupid thing to do because then I had to Play Detective because I forgot how I'd coded them. One of them was "Where did you meet your spouse?" And I was like, that's Dove! That's Azarath, duh! Except that wasn't it. I had invented Seranath by then; maybe that's what I used? But no. It took me approximately 3 hours and several attempts using various capitalization techniques in case it was cAsE sEnSiVe to remember I had simply called it, "home." But then it asked me "What was your first pet's name?" SRENTHA'S BIRD HAS HAD SO MANY NAMES OVER THE YEARS. Fuck if I know which one I used! I tried Janellera, Sheera, and Sieara in case I used Dove's, but then it locked me out. Bleh. I might have used Survivor, which is what his name was meant to mean. But Yahoo wouldn't let me try again.)

So just as I was about to make an act of desperation: attempt reaching out to friends who had RP'd with him to see if they still had access to any posts his old blog may have liked/reblogged and maybe The Notes Section would show me His Current URL, I remembered something crucial.

After this blog/account became my Permanent Residence, I went to check my old blog and couldn't find it. Which was Distressing, don't get me wrong. But I quickly found out Tumblr changes the URLs of blogs on old, inactive accounts (ones that aren't Fully Deleted, just unused for a period of time) by adding "-blog" at the end of the URL.

So, fairly quivering with desperation and hope, I tried that. His regular, default, years-long URL.... with "-blog" at the end.

And it came right up!

It loaded beautifully! It's all there! The old patchwork theme with silly fun pictures and all the RPs I remembered and then some, and headcanons lists I don't even remember filling out! Everything I hoped to find and more!

(If you're curious, it's at @highpriest-in-training-blog. There's a lot of Random Fun and RP Fun to go around there, but I can't log into his account At All, so it won't ever be updated, unfortunately.)

I'm so incredibly relieved, you have No Idea. It really shouldn't have been this frustrating to try logging into something WHEN I KNOW THE EMAIL AND PASSWORD! But it WAS.

But now I'm just so relieved I'm a bit emotionally exhausted. Whew,