#four hours of work gone

[newtness532]

I saved after every tiny change, I saved as 3 different times. the saved as aren't opening and when I open the original it opens to how it was before I spent all night working on it

[ghost-proofbaby]

im a simple woman with predictable taste

[romatito]

if i lead (25599 words) by laconicGhost Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Hetalia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: South Italy/Spain (Hetalia), Germany/North Italy (Hetalia) Characters: North Italy (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia), Spain (Hetalia), Netherlands (Hetalia), Belgium (Hetalia), Luxembourg (Hetalia), Portugal (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Drama & Romance, Family Drama, Golden Age of Piracy, beware: there are probably historical inaccuracies in here, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pre-Established Relationship, im leaning into the swashbuckler fantasy its more fun that way let me live, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary: After being rescued from a crew of corsairs, Feliciano is shocked to discover his missing brother is a member of infamous pirate Captain Fernández's crew -- and while they promise to take him back home to his grandfather, he has a lot of things to learn about Lovino before he makes it back to Genoa.

hiiiii it is far past my bedtime but i uploaded chapter 3 finally . now i have to sleep or i think ill die actually.

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Weird question time again, this time for like a frame of reference. I know the recommended daily intake of sodium for adults (at least, what I was told growing up) is 2,000mg I know I was told* I personally should be having around 10,000mg, maybe more if I am doing anything that loses extra salt How much are people supposed to aim for when they are supposed to restrict sodium? Also, how much sodium do most people actually get on a daily basis, and do you notice if you have extra, like does it cause noticeable side effects? I have absolutely no idea how sodium goes for people without salt wasting syndrome. Normally I could use my family as a benchmark, but it seems likely there's a genetic component to this and one whole side of the family tends towards salt-cravings and/or Addison's disease (a different issue that also causes low sodium) and the other side of the family tends toward other health issues that require restricting sodium intake (I, clearly, do not take after that side of the family lol) *this number was decided upon and approve by my nephrologist, cardiologist, and internist. Probably don't be aiming for that number unless you've talked to at least one ologist about it to run some tests

[im2tired4usernames]

Me: I need some time for myself I need some time to decompress after constant work and high stress and responsibility you guys dump on me with no time for me to think or be by myself to rest and focus on my hobbies since I can't get that from you guys ever during the week I'm taking a day I WOULD get paid and go to my actual for real paying job so I can just rest so I hopefully stop daydreaming about killing myself.

My family: OK BUT WHAT IF THIS LIL "EXTRA FREE TIME WAS MORE UNPAID LABOR FOR THE FAMILY HUH WHAT IF WE JUST TAKE THAT TIME N USE IT TO DUMP MORE WORK ON YOU AND THEN MAKE YOU FEEL GUILTY FOR WANTING FIVE SECONDS WITH OUT A CHILD SCREAMING IN YOUR FACE OR A SOAPY DISH RAG N YOUR HAND WHAT IF WE DO WHAT THE LORD IS CALLED US AND DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE WITH OUR LIVES WE CANT GET IT DONE BY OURSELVES WE NEED YOU TO TAKE ON THE WORKLOAD OF THREE PEOPLE AND DO IT WITH A SERVANT'S HEART AND A SMILE ON YOUR FACE!

me: do I look forward to dying so I can get some actual rest?

[laurasbailey]

they really did make all the talks machina eps private huh

[elisedonut]

Colin/Percy is a ship for me that just comes from just loving both characters alot but honestly Dennis/Percy is creeping up on me very quickly

the more I think about it the more fascinated by the idea of these two I become

Like its unhealthy in that codependent people tend to not even realize how codependent they've become kinda way

Dennis needs stability after graduating, being back at hogwarts was that for him and it helped alot at the time

mostly in him blocking out what happened for the most part and going full toxic positivity and only really grieving in spurts where he just breaks down every few months when it really hits him.

And Percy desperately needs someone to take care of because he is spiraling out of control in a deep depression.

For awhile George is this for him but as George is starting the slow process of healing he needs his brother less and less.

Not really but that's how Percy sees it.

He doesn't think he's of much more help to him though he stays there for him.

So when the year after Dennis' graduation on the end of the war's anniversary like event that alot of fics have happen at Hogwarts

Percy finds Dennis hiding away in a empty room because he physically couldn't stomach being in the great hall they end up talking and Percy feels useful again because he can help him. Because after months of feeling like he can't do anything he's actually being able to help.

and sadly cant type more because i have to get ready for work but this is stuck in my head

Five hours later

Ok so work is over i can add more of my thoughts(tm) to this

So when i said needs its more of a what they think they need situation

because as stated Dennis actually didn't do that hot in his last few Hogwarts years but the thing is

he thinks he did

he thinks its best to try to bury the feeling down with the distraction of semi-normalcy.

He thinks he's doing so much worse for himself after graduation when in reality he's finally actually really grieving.

He needs something(someone) to pull him out of bed if need be

someone who makes all the plans

tells him what needs to happen and when

and then holds him to it

because otherwise he falls into a cycle of never doing anything but being in a depression coma or pretending everything is fine while wishing he was in a depression coma

We don't know if Colin and Dennis were running/hiding together or separate from the snatchers but for this concept i think its more fun to think they were running together and that Dennis blames himself for letting Colin fight even though

letting is a strong word because really?

did he have any control over this situation?

No

Anyway

point is Percy blames himself for Fred

Dennis blames himself for Colin

*gestures vaguely as if I'm making even a little bit of sense*

[foxmulderautism]

every time i have work i wake up at least like three times between 2-4am because of my anxiety to wake up on time like GIRL you have never not woken up on time for work in fact you are waking up too well. this does not help when you need to be up at FIVE!!!! go the fuck back to sleep

[muse-write]

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[scionshtola]

since tumblr never let me edit html maybe i should make a lil intro post for cori

[enjolraspermettendo]

When you are on your period, have 4 exams in 2 days, you are on the brink of a breakdown, and then the fucking mosquitos keep you up at night.

[celestial-toys]

*closes 13 tabs on astrology and greek mythology*

ES Ch.5… is now complete.

[lostandbackagain]

I don't think I need to specify this but when I say shallan is nuts I absolutely am not referring to her DID, I'm talking about her approach to science and goading jasnah into beating her ass

[littlebigplanet]

finally finished rdr2 for the first time on my computer :) took me 105 hours

[butchyena]

10 hours of trash 10 hours of trash 10 hours of trash

[oceantornadoo]

protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in

“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.

“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.

“‘ello?”

“si- simon, it’s me.”

“i know, lovie. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.

“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.

“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”

9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.

suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.

“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.

twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.

“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.

“you win.”

fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.

“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.

“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”

“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.

“we’re not together anymore, simon.”

“you’re still my wife.”

silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.

“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.

“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.

“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.

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idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately