#gets frustrating almost every time because i spend hours on photoshop but yeah what do. gotta keep grinding

[leopardom]

i’m so sorry for doing this for like the hundredth time but yeah here i am again self promoting my photography ig and asking for some love (if you feel like it obviously, this is anything but a threat)

my username is eurydice.jpg and i usually post gig pics along with other stuff, you can check my pics out and a like/follow/share is always very appreciated!

here’s a link to my latest post along with a few pics for good measure

[charlietheepicwriter7]

When the Chips are Down

Chapter 12 - AO3

Marinette had long since accepted that, to prevent akumatization, she needed surefire ways to calm herself down. The risk of Hawkmoth’s victory was too high if she allowed herself to get too panicky, or too angry, or too scared—

But the average person couldn’t keep their cool all the time. It wasn’t feasible. And, Ladybug or not, Marinette was still an average girl.

The best method she found was the one-minute rule. All she had to do was allow herself to experience the full emotion for a minute, doing whatever came to mind to express the emotion—panicking, yelling, throwing her bag across the room—before wrapping the feeling up tight and forcing herself to relax.

So she only gave herself a minute to deal with Adrien Agreste. Fortunately, a minute was all she needed… and all he could handle.

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Adrien flinched at her scorching tone, stepping back as she stepped forward to deal with him. “Marinette—”

“First of all, you don’t get to decide if someone has made Ladybug and Chat Noir’s lives harder. Last I checked, you are neither of them! Ladybug and Chat Noir have never complained about civilians, either the akumatized or anyone else; the only person they have on record complained about is Hawkmoth, which they have a solid right to do so.”

“W-Wait, Mari—”

“Secondly, it is never a civilian’s fault that someone got akumatized!” She jabbed a finger in Adrien’s face. She could feel Felix’s shock. “The only person at fault is Hawkmoth, so don’t you ever blame Felix for something that man caused!

“Third, even if people could be blamed for causing an akuma, there are far worse people you could put your blame on. Like, for example, Chloe, your childhood friend who has been involved with nearly all of our classmates akumatizations, and even some of their relatives.” Her grin was sharp. “So, it’s a good thing we don’t blame people for getting others akumatized, right Adrien?”

“Marinette, that’s not—”

“And finally—” She breathed deep and exhaled loudly, forcing out the rage along with it. “I am sick and tired of whatever this—” She gestured between the two boys—“is. You’re cousins, and sure, you don’t get along, I can understand that. I don’t like my cousins that much ether. But this? Your constant snipping, the regular assassination of Felix’s character…” She sighed and blinked away unshed tears. “It’s too much.”

“I haven’t been snipping at him!”

“It’s true, you don’t do it nearly as often as he does.” She glanced at Felix, who tried to look innocent. “And I tell him off for it. But you’re the one who said that if Felix lost something, it means he doesn’t care about it. You’re the one who said he makes Ladybug’s job harder. You start things, Adrien.”

“I don’t!” Adrien denied. “B-Besides, even if I did, you don’t know what he’s like when we’re alone. He’s cruel, Marinette.”

“Are you sure about that?” She challenged. “Because Adrien, Felix has been a lot better about his behavior recently. You haven’t seen it because you don’t bother spending time with him, but there’s no need to constantly defame him.”

“But he caused that akuma on the anniversary—”

“And that was a really mean thing to do, I understand that, Adrien.” She glared. “But whatever happened to the high road?”

He stepped back.

“Because based on your actions, either you think your own cousin isn’t worth the high road approach, or you never thought very highly of it to begin with.” She crossed her arms. “So which is it?”

He shot her a frustrated look. “Marinette, this isn’t about Felix. This is about you two conspiring to humiliate Lila!”

“Would you prefer she humiliate us instead?” Felix asked, mirroring her pose. He nodded at her. “Because that’s what Rossi tries to do. She makes up her little lies, she gets the class worked up into a frenzy, and points them at us. She wants your ‘good friend’ to be miserable, Adrien.”

“She just… wants friends. Hurting her isn’t going to change anything.”

“But coddling her is only going to make things worse.”

“She’s not hurting anyone.”

She shot Adrien a glare. “You can say that when you’re the one who’s losing their friends because of Lila. But I don’t want to hear a word from you until that happens.”

“Marinette, it’s just a misunderstanding!” Adrien said. “Look, Alya has been really worried about you since you started hanging out with Felix—”

“If Alya is worried, she can say it to me herself. Neither of us need you to interfere on our behalf.” If Alya had something to say, she could say it to Marinette’s face instead of ghosting her for the past month. Marinette hadn’t hear anything from her best friend, not even a request to help babysit or an order from the bakery.

“Marinette—” Adrien reached out to touch her, but she stepped away.

“I’m going home. Don’t you have to go home too?” Adrien winced and Marinette tried not to feel terrible about it. She turned away. “Bye, Adrien.”

“Marinette, wait—”

She left, Felix following her out of the school. Adrien tried to go with them, but his bodyguard caught him the moment he stepped out of school and took him back to Agreste mansion. Marinette caught Felix smirking as they watched Adrien drive away. A horrible, unrelenting ache opened up in her chest. “Well, I think you handled that quite well—”

“Felix? No offence, but I don’t really want to hear it right now.”

“Marinette?”

“I know you said something about celebrating before, but I’m not feeling good. I… Can you leave me alone? Just for a little bit?” Dark clouds swirled overhead, the threat of rain looming as Marinette casted her eyes to the heaven, then back down at Felix.

His expression was unreadable, but he nodded. “Very well. Would you like me to inform the school you’re sick? So you can stay home longer.”

“That’s really nice of you, Felix. Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it, Marinette.” He smiled, a rare treat on a face used to smirks. “I hope you feel better soon.”

“Yeah… I hope so too.”

Marinette went home, bypassing her parents, to her bedroom filled with reminders of Adrien. His photos were pasted to her walls, his schedule hanging from her ceiling, his presents in her chest. A single tear streaked down her cheek as another shard of heartbreak pierced her heart.

She felt a little hand on her arm. “Marinette?”

A sob caught in her throat as she savagely beat the emotion down. “Tikki—” Her voice the barest whisper—“I don’t want to live like this anymore.”

Because Adrien, the one she loved, was… against her. It was the only way she could describe it. He had looked at her side and looked at Lila’s and chosen to support a liar, but he thought she was the one in the wrong for… what? Fighting back? Having Felix on her side? She absently wondered if he would support her if she abandoned Felix, since he hates Felix so much, and cringed at the thought. Another example to add to the pile. How could she even consider abandoning a friend just to get Adrien to like her? Who does that?

Marinette does, apparently.

“I don’t like the person I am when I’m in love with Adrien,” she confessed, looking down at her kwami. “I don’t like how he becomes the center of my world. I don’t like how I compromise my morals to make him happy.” Because that’s why she tried to follow the high road: to make him happy. “I… I don’t want to love him anymore, Tikki.”

The kwami hugged her. “It’s okay. You don’t have to like anyone you don’t want to. You just need to let him go.”

The ache in her heart tripled. “How?” she gasped, crying more freely.

Tikki spent the rest of the afternoon guiding her. First, a meditation session to calm her down. Next, she and Tikki went through every present she planned to one day give Adrien, carefully unwrapped each one, and decided what to do with them. Marinette didn’t want them around the house—the memories of her intentions would still be there—so they planned to give them to a thrift store that weekend. She deleted her collage background on her computer. The schedule was then scrubbed clean, the sharpie coming off the laminated paper with hand sanitizer, and Marinette was forced to remember each and every thing she had done to get that information. She was almost crying again at the end, this time with shame.

Finally, the photos. She remembered the hours she’d spent pouring over magazines and the internet. Outside of the few group shots he was in, every picture she had of him was heavily photoshopped. She pulled them off the walls, one by one. This one has most of his smile, she thought, and this one didn’t change his face, but he looked so tired…

She didn’t know why she had these photos. It seemed rational at the time, but… a lot of things seemed rational when she was trying to make him like her. So she placed them in a prototype of her diary box and let Tikki hide it.

“Goodbye, Adrien.” The words were final, but seemed necessary. She couldn’t like him anymore, not if she wanted to stay alive.

The next morning, she woke up feeling like she’d been wrung out. For once she was on time, her mind too anxious to allow her to sleep long. She met Felix at the door to school.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, leading her inside.

She hesitated. “…A bit. But I’ll get better soon. Tikki smiled encouragingly at her from inside her purse. “Did I miss anything?”

“Just another one of Rossi’s temper tantrums.” He rolled his eyes as they walked into the locker room. “Honestly, I have to wonder about her parents if that’s what she considers acceptable behavior. Anyway, I got your notes and—” His voice caught in his throat, cutting off with an inelegant croak as his eyes widened. Marinette followed his gaze and her mouth dropped open.

There was a small crowd surrounding her locker. Written on it in red spray paint was the word “Skank”. Marinette approached it, her mind disassociating and distant from what she was seeing, and opened it. Everything in it was coated in the same paint, ruining the few textbooks and decorations inside. She reached out and touched it. Stone dry.

“Someone get a teacher!” Felix’s furious voice broke her from her trance. He had never sounded angry before. His emerald eyes glinted as he glared at the crowd. “Which one of you did this!?” he demanded. “This is destruction of private property!” She could feel everyone staring at her. Did they think she deserved this? Did they pity her? Did they—

“M. Graham de Vanily, stop shouting.” Mme. Mendeleive was the teacher summoned. “Now, what exactly is going on here—” She stopped, seeing the damage done. Her lips thinned. “Marinette, are you okay?”

“I…” She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. “I don’t…”

“I think she’s in shock, Mme. Mendeleive,” Felix said.

Mme. Mendeleive nodded, concern clear on her face. “Take her to the nurses office. I’ll figure out what happened here.”

Felix was trying to usher her out of room when something clattered to the ground. A can of red spray paint rolled across the floor and bumped into her foot. Marinette picked it up; it was the same shade as the paint on her locker.

Alya, who at just opened her locker only for the can to fall out, stared at it in dread. “Marinette—” her eyes searched Marinette’s— “Girl, you know I didn’t—”

“Alya…?” Did Alya… did she do it…? Tears flowed. Why would she… And Marinette remembered yesterday, remembered making Alya fail, and gritted her teeth. “Alya, how could you?”

She flinched back, betrayal on her face. “Girl, you know me! I would never—I have never seen that can before in my life!”

And now she was lying to her!? Marinette turned away. “Save it, Alya.” Her voice hitched with a sob. She didn’t want to hear anything Alya had to say. She handed the can to Mme. Mendeleive and ran. 

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[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 17)

#16

“What the fuck!” you screamed pushing him off of you and slapping him in the face. 

You were about to hit him again when Jess shouted your name. “Y/N! Forget about him, let’s go!” She said. 

You knew she was right because the flashes and shouts got even louder and closer. You both got into the car quickly and you floored it as you pulled out onto the street. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” She asked. 

“Fuck no, I’m pissed,” you mumbled. 

“I’m calling Harry to meet us at your flat,” She said taking her phone out of her purse. 

“It’s late,” you sighed. 

“I don’t care, he needs to know what happened besides do you want him waking up to pictures of you and dickwad macking?” She asked. 

“I can’t fucking believe he did that,” you said. “And how the fuck did he know we were there?” 

“My guess this is all Madison’s doing,” she said. “Harry, hey, wait, calm down, we’re fine, it’s just uh, can you meet us at Y/N’s flat? We need to tell you something. He’s on his way.” She told you. 

“He’s going to be so angry,” you said. 

“But not at you,” she said. 

“Have the pictures surfaced yet?” You asked. 

‘I don’t think so,” she said scrolling through her phone. “I mean it’s been like five minutes, surely it wouldn’t hit the internet yet.” 

“You never fucking know with these people,” you said. 

By the time you pulled into the parking lot, Harry was already there. As soon as you parked the car, Harry was there. 

“What happened?” He asked quickly. 

You were fuming, you couldn’t get the words out, so Jess filled him in. 

“We were walking out of the venue when Paps starting snapping pictures of us, some guy grabbed Y/N’s hand and took us to the car. We thought it was a security guard-” she said. 

“But it was my fucking ex!” you shouted. “And he fucking kissed me and the stupid ass cameras got every last fucking thing.” 

“What?” Harry said as you walked into your flat. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was a fucking set up,” you said. “He wanted to get his fucking fifteen minutes of fame or some shit.” 

“Or Madison is trying to make Y/N look bad again,” Jess suggested. 

“God, why can’t that bitch just stay out of my life,” you said throwing your shoes on the floor. 

Harry sighed wrapping his arms around you. “Baby, I know you’re upset, but try and calm down. This is what she wants to get you riled up.” 

“No, what she wants is to ruin my relationship with you,” you said. “She thinks those pictures are going to make it look like I’m cheating on you and you’re going to break up with me or something.” 

“Well, she can try all she fucking wants because that’s not going to happen,” he said firmly. “I promise you that.” 

“She’s jealous of you, Y/N,” Jess said. “She’s always been jealous of you.” 

“And I’m going to do everything I can to not let those pictures get out,” he said. 

“You can try, but I don’t doubt Madison finding a way to get them out,” you mumbled. 

“I’m sorry baby,” he sighed. “I feel this is partly my fault. If it wasn’t for me, there wouldn’t have been a reason to call the fucking paparazzi.” 

“God you two are too much alike,” Jess mumbled. “It wasn’t either of your fault’s. Neither of you called the damn paps and you didn’t arrange for some guy to mack on your girlfriend.” 

“I just, I’ve had enough of this shit tonight, I’m going to bed,” you said. “Will you stay?” 

“Of course,” he said. 

“If you two wanna take your frustration out on each other, I’m totally cool with that. I’ve got headphones,” Jess said. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re going to bed, that’s it,” you said. 

“Sure,” she said. 

You shook your head with a smile and went into your bedroom. You changed out of your dress and Harry got into bed wrapping his arms around you. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “We’re gonna figure this shit out and we’re going to make sure Madison and whoever the fuck else leaves you alone.” 

“I love you too,” you whispered pressing your lips against his. 

**

The next morning you woke up to the sound of Jess knocking your bedroom door. You groaned getting up from the bed and opening the door. 

“Jesus, Jess what?” you sighed. 

“Uh, the pictures have surfaced,” she said. 

“Damn it,” you groaned. 

“But that’s not it,” she said. “Well, that’s not all of it. It’s bad, really bad.” 

“What else is it?” You asked. 

She sighed handing you her phone. Look at the article that’s pulled up and read the headline. “Harry Styles’ Blogger Girlfriend Follows In Father’s Footsteps as She Cheats On The Heartthrob Pop Artist with Ex” Written by Madison King.

“What the fucking hell is she talking about?”  You said. “What does my father have to do with anything?” 

“Scroll down,” she whispered. 

You looked at her confused but do it, when you see a picture of your father with another woman with the caption. “Y/N’s Father has been seen out and about with a mystery woman while his wife of almost thirty years is nowhere to be seen.” 

“This... this... she’s fucking lying. How dare she bring my family into this,” you snapped. 

“What’s going on?” Harry said yawning. 

“That bitch brought my family into this,” you said showing him the article. 

“Y/N, you have to admit that it doesn’t look good,” Jess whispered. 

“My father loves my mother. He wouldn’t cheat on her. She probably set him up just like me or it’s fucking photoshopped,” you said. 

“Maybe you should call your parents, they still need to know what’s going on regardless if it’s fake or not,” Harry sighed. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you said shaking your head. 

“We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Harry said. “I’m making some calls right now.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered as Harry kissed your head. 

“Do you want me in here when you call your parents?” Jess asked. 

You nodded and sat on the bed. You grabbed your phone and called your Mom. You knew it was early but it was still odd for the phone to ring that long before she answered. 

“Y/N,” she said softly. 

“Hey, Mum, I uh... I don’t know if-” you started. 

“I saw,” she said. 

“I’m so sorry! None of it’s true. I wasn’t cheating on Harry and I don’t even know how or why Daddy’s name got brought into it-” you said. 

“Honey, there’s something I need to tell you,” she said. 

“Mum what is it?” you asked. 

“Things... things between your father and I they haven’t been good for a while,” she said. 

“Mum, what are you saying?” You whispered. 

“The article... it’s true, at least the shit about your father is,” she said. 

“No, no, that can’t be,” you said. 

“I’m afraid so, baby,” she sniffled. “Your father and I are getting a divorce.” 

“W-what?” you said tears welling up in your eyes. 

“We wanted to tell you, but -” she said. 

“How long? How long as this been going on?” You demanded. 

“The affair started over a year ago, I found out a little over four months ago and I filed for divorce the next day,” she sighed. 

“You’ve kept this from me for four fucking months!” you said. “And I found out from a stupid article like the rest of the world! If it wasn’t for that, would you have ever told me the truth?” 

“Yes, of course! It just we were trying to find the right time,” she said. 

“I hate to break it to you, Mum, but there is never a right time for that,” you said. 

“I’m sorry sweetie,” she whispered. 

“I I can't-do this right now,” you sniffled before hanging up the phone. 

You instantly broke down in tears and Jess wrapped her arms around you. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she whispered. 

“I can’t believe it,” you cried. “My own father. My own fucking father is a cheater. And they both lied to me for four months about this shit,” you cried. 

Harry had just gotten off the phone and walked back into the room to see you crying and Jess holding you. You looked up at him. 

“It’s true,” you cried. “About my father. He’s been cheating on my mother for a year. They’re getting a divorce.” 

Harry’s eyes widen and he quickly sat next to you. “Baby...”

“How could he do this?” You cried. “How?” 

“I don’t know,” he whispered running his hands through your hair. 

“And now the whole world knows,” you said. “I hate him, I hate him so fucking much! What if their whole marriage was a lie?! He could have been fucking other people the whole time and he finally got caught.” 

“Hey, we don’t know that,” Harry said. “You don’t know that.” 

“I also didn’t know my parents were getting divorced because of an affair, but it still happened,” you said pulling away from both him and Jess. “I just need to be alone.” 

“Okay,” Jess said. She got up from the bed and hugged you before grabbing her bag and leaving. 

“I’m not leaving you,” Harry said. 

“Please, I really need to be alone,” you cried. 

He sighed. “I’ll leave you alone, but I’ll be in the other room in case you need me.” 

You crossed your arms and nodded. Harry got up from the bed and kissed your forehead as you closed your eyes. He walked out of the room and closed the door. When the door clicked, you dropped down to the floor and burst into tears. 

**

A couple of hours passed by before Harry made his way back into your room. He made some tea and brought it to you. You were laying in your bed now and he sat the mug on the bedside table. He brushed the hair away from your face. It hurt him to see you like that. Your eyes were red and swollen. Your cheeks were red and stained with tears. You were absolutely broken. 

“I brought you some tea baby,” he whispered sitting on the bed next to you. 

You sighed sitting up and taking it from him. “Thanks,” you said with obvious pain and hurt in your voice. “I didn’t know you were still here.” 

“Y/N, love, I told you I wasn’t going to leave you,” he said. 

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said taking a sip. 

The warm liquid soothed your sore throat. “I thought if I went back to sleep, I’d wake up and it all be a dream,” you whispered laying your head on his shoulder. “But it’s not is it?” 

“Afraid not, baby,” he whispered wrapping his arm around you. “I wish it was because I hate seeing you like this. I want so badly to fix it, but I don’t know how.” 

“A time machine to go back in time before my Dad stuck his dick in another woman,” you mumbled. 

“Trust me, I’d spend all the money in the fucking world if I knew that was possible,” he said. 

“I feel like my whole life has been a lie,” you cried. “I looked up to them and I always told myself that’s the type of love I wanted. They always seemed happy and that they were in love, but now I know it was all a lie.” 

“I’m sure at one point in time it was the truth,” he whispered. 

“How could he just throw everything away like that?” You sniffled. “If he wasn’t happy, why didn’t he just walk away.” 

“I wish I knew,” he whispered. “But I know someone who will know...” 

“I’m not talking to him,” you shook your head. “I don’t want to see him.” 

“I know you don’t, but maybe some of this shit would make more sense if you heard him out,” he said. 

“I can’t, not right now,” you sniffed. “It’s still too fresh.” 

“I understand,” he nodded. “I’ll be there whenever you are ready.” 

“I’m sorry you have to deal with this,” you sighed. “You have the tour starting soon and I know you don’t need this shit on your plate.” 

“Don’t you worry about that,” he said. “This is not your fault. You’re my girlfriend, I love you, and I want to deal this with you because you don’t deserve this and you sure as hell don’t deserve to go through this shit alone.” 

You scooted over and sat in his lap as you held your tea in your hand. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked. “I can have something ordered in.” 

“I’m okay,” you said. 

“Are you sure? You haven’t eaten anything all day,” he said. 

“I’ll eat later,” you whispered. “I promise.” 

He nodded and held you close to him. You started to tear up again, so you hid your face in Harry’s chest. His arms tightened around you and he rocked you a little as you cried in his arms. He put his cheek to your head as he held you, tearing up himself because all he wanted to do was take your pain away, but he was helpless. 

[harryshmjr]

25. “It’s simple really. Here let me show you.”

malec + “It’s simple really. Here let me show you.”

“How do you even change the lighting in this stupid photo?” Alec huffed frustrated.

After spending three hours of editing his photos, Alec was about to lose his mind. So far everything was working relatively easy but somehow this time his Photoshop really didn’t want to cooperate with him and Alec really didn’t know what else he could do.

He loved taking photos, this was the part that was always incredibly important to him. Capturing those special moments that were gone a second later.A smile of a stranger in the street, a bee sitting on a flower, the wind moving the leaves on a tree in a very specific way.So yes, photography was Alec’s love. Editing his pictures so he could finish up his projects on time? Not so much. He knew it was part of the job but it didn’t make him like it any more.

His roommate Magnus was sitting on his bed with the laptop on his lap. He looked very focused on his work until the moment when Alec started complaining.

Magnus was a year older than him and was studying to become a graphic designer. Alec was always impressed with his work. He was also impressed with Magnus in general but that was beside the point right now. He had to focus.

Magnus took his eyes away from the laptop and looked at him. Alec felt a sting of guilt because he knew Magnus was busy with his own projects but he was really desperate and needed help. He didn’t know what else he could do. It was already almost 9 pm and he still had twenty more photos to edit. This was a disaster.

Alec threw the laptop on his bed and lied down. He covered his face with his hands and sighed loudly. He knew he was being overdramatic but his frustration was getting bigger with every minute.

“Alexander, what is it?” Magnus asked in an amused voice, he clearly was about to laugh at Alec’s behaviour but somehow managed to stay serious. “Maybe I could help.”

Alec sat up but didn’t look at Magnus.

Magnus was distracting him enough with his casual clothes. Alec wasn’t used to see his roommate in such clothes. Magnus was a fashion icon and he always dressed to impress. However, when he was focusing on his work, he would wear more comfortable clothes. He still looked amazing, though. And seeing Magnus like this felt somehow incredibly special. He knew Magnus didn’t allow many people to see him like this.

Magnus put his own laptop on the bed and crossed the room and sat right next to Alec, he was waiting for an explanation.

“Well, I mean- I’m trying to edit my photos,” Alec started. “And it was going great. But I need to change the lighting in this place,” he pointed at his picture, “but this stupid program doesn’t even work. It ruins my photo!” Alec yelled and hid his face in his hands again.

Magnus chuckled and leaned against Alec’s shoulder to take a better look at his laptop that was still lying on the bed.

Alec forgot how to breathe. He wasn’t prepared to feel Magnus’ mascular body on his own. Well, not really… but close enough. It was still too much.

Alec had the biggest crush on Magnus ever since they became roommates almost a year ago, but he never said anything to Magnus because he didn’t want to make it awkward between them when Magnus would obviously tell him that he didn’t share the same feelings.

Magnus leaned a bit and took Alec’s laptop to look at it properly, he was silent for a minute.

“It’s simple really. Here let me show you,”he finally said. “First you need to…” he started explaining what Alec was supposed to do in order to change the lighting in his photo but Alec couldn’t focus at all and stopped listening soon after.

He was observing Magnus’ beautiful face from up close. A hint of a goatee because Magnus didn’t care much about shaving when he was busy with studying, light makeup because Magnus rarely walked without any during the day, soft hair without any product in it that was falling slightly on his forehead and was covering his brown eyes just a little bit. Alec had to fight the urge to brush it off.

“…Alexander?” Magnus stopped talking and looked right at Alec. “Did you listen to anything I’ve just said?”

“I’m sorry,” Alec blushed. “I got distracted.”

Magnus didn’t seem to be annoyed but Alec still felt ashamed for being caught. He didn’t want Magnus to think that he was some kind of creep.

“It’s quite okay, darling,” Magnus chuckled. “I basically changed the lighting where you needed so you can move on to your next photo.”

Alec finally looked at his laptop and yes, it looked exactly how he wanted.

“Magnus, thank you so much. You’ve just saved my life. What can I do to repay you?” Alec asked.

“Well, how about a coffee so we can stare at each other some more,” Magnus winked and Alec wanted the ground to swallow him up.

“I didn’t mean to stare, I swear. It’s just-”

Magnus put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, really. To be fair, I couldn’t do much work either with you being so distracting.”

Alec blinked. “What?” he asked surprised.

Magnus sat a bit closer to him and Alec stopped breathing yet again. His hand was barely touching Alec’s and Alec felt like his skin was on fire.

“You know, with you being so focused in front of your laptop?”

Alec still didn’t know how to respond.

“Alexander, I like you,” Magnus said matter-of-factly. “I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.”

“What?” Great job, Alec. So articulate. But he was too shocked. “You’re perfect,” he breathed out. ���I mean- I like you too,” he was blushing even more now.

“That’s good to know,” Magnus laughed softly and Alec could’ve sworn that was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He put his hand on Alec’s properly this time. “Coffee then?”

“Yeah,” Alec managed to reply with the biggest smile.

Never in a million years would Alec think it was possible. He was going on a date with Magnus Bane.

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[literaphobe]

#82 and #84 for the prompt thing pls

82. “My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.” and 84. “No, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.”

“Jake, really? Still? Are you coming or do I have to interrogate this murderer myself?” Amy groaned as she waited for Jake, whose lips were still showing hints of the pout he had had on for the past hour.

He finally got up, albeit very reluctantly. “Oh, I’m sorry Ames. My back’s a bit sore from when you stabbed me with your knife.” Amy rolled her eyes, prompting Jake to cross his arms indignantly. “Yeah, the knife is betrayal. Because you betrayed me-”

“Are you kidding me? For the last time- I’m sorry I didn’t buy you the bacon bagel. They ran out- it wasn’t my fault!” She huffed.

Amy went on a weekly bagel run and she always got everyone in the detective squad (plus Gina) a bagel each. They did stuff like that for each other; Charles often got coffee because any strange-sounding or strange-looking food he made would be rejected, Terry gave everyone a small pack of fruits or a mini tub of yoghurt every few days to safeguard their health. Jake gave everyone candy, which was only accepted in desperate times when they needed a quick energy boost. Rosa and Gina didn’t give anyone anything.

And Amy, she got everyone bagels of course. Everyone had their various favorite flavors that she would get specifically for them. As for Jake, that happened to be the bacon bagel that the bakery they all liked to frequent had just released.

“No, they didn’t ‘run out’. You gave my bacon bagel to your stupid boyfriend.”

“There was only one left- he likes the bacon bagel too! If you had showed up to work earlier you would’ve gotten it.” Amy retorted.

“Oh so you get a boyfriend and I don’t get a bacon bagel anymore because I ‘show up twenty minutes late’? I thought I could trust you, Amy.”

“You’re making a bigger deal out of this than you need to.”

“It’s not just the bacon bagel Ames-” Jake sighed, his arms placed on his hips in resignation. “Ever since you started dating Daniels your morals have been compromised.”

“I’m pretty sure this is just about the bacon bagel Jake. And really? My morals?”

“You heard me. I hardly see you anymore, you never come to Shaw’s- and bagels were something you always got for the squad, and now that’s ruined too.”

Amy heard it then. It really wasn’t just about the bacon bagel. A part of her felt bad, seeing that hurt glint in Jake’s eyes, replacing the pure joy that usually radiated throughout him. Maybe she hadn’t been spending as much time with Jake as she would’ve liked, but her relationship with Officer Daniels was still new, and- wasn’t it a common thing for people to slightly distance themselves from their friends when they got into a new relationship? Why was she even feeling guilty about this?

“What do you want me to do? Break up with him so I have more time for my work friends?”

“Yes-” Amy’s heart almost stopped. “I mean- no, of course I don’t, I want you to be happy.”

Amy gulped. Happy. She still wasn’t sure she was exactly there with Daniels yet. But it was nice… to have someone in her life, and a certain security that came with having a boyfriend, a potential life partner.

Amy sighed. “Look- I’ll make sure no one takes your bacon bagel away no matter what from now on, okay? Now can we go interrogate this guy?”

Jake’s lips finally broke out into a smile, a smile Amy didn’t know she had been waiting for, but the wave of relief and pleasure that coursed through her when his lips curled up was certainly indicative of that.

“Lead the way,” he said with a goofy grin, hands outstretched in an act of courtesy.

Amy rolled her eyes and entered the interrogation room, Jake trailing close behind her.

-

“No, I didn’t murder them. I just accidentally knocked them out unconscious forever, that’s all.”

Jake and Amy groaned, wanting very much to commit police brutality against this pasty white guy of a murderer, who had been blatantly refusing to admit to not just one, but two murders. The interrogation had went on for almost an hour, but to Jake and Amy it already felt like days, ages even, because of how frustrating this man was.

“Okay- first of all, 'knocking someone unconscious forever’ basically means someone died at your hands.” Amy crossed her arms. “Second of all- I wouldn’t consider multiple stab wounds to the chest 'knocking someone unconscious’.”

“I didn’t kill them.” The man insisted. “None of them. Not even one.”

Jake slammed his hands on the table, giving the suspect (who was clearly guilty) an impatient look. “Dude. We have security footage of you breaking and entering that couple’s apartment. Your fingerprints were found on the weapon, and multiple witness accounts told us about how you’ve been harassing that couple for the past two months. We’ve got you dead to rights, so you might as well just confess and we can cut you a better deal.”

The man shook his head. “No. That- that security footage was clearly photoshopped.” He clearly had little to no proper understanding of how photoshop worked.

Amy rolled her eyes, this guy went from trying to convince them he somehow accidentally punched the victims into permanent unconsciousness to denying any involvement in the crime at all. Amateur.

“Alright- since you just can’t remember what you got up to that day, why don’t we do a little reenactment for you?”

Amy nearly scowled at Jake. “Do I look like Charles to you?”

“I’ll let you be the murderer.”

Amy’s face broke out into a smile, and this was a heartening sight for Jake. “Time for a reenactment!”

“Okay so I’m the victim-” Jake explained as he pointed to himself. “Wait, there were two victims. Should we call Charles?”

“No need. I’ll just stab you twice as much.” Amy said with any almost sly smile.

“Okay.” Jake gulped, preparing himself for the fake death that was to be brought upon him.

Amy pointed to herself as she looked at the perp. “And I’m you-”

Jake pretended to be having a pleasant dinner in the comfort of his home. “Ah, darling! This meal is delightful!” He turned around, pretending to be another person now. It looked ridiculous and Amy could barely keep it together. “Glad you like it dear! Pass the salt?”

Amy decided it was time to enter the scene, no matter how tempting it was to keep watching Jake act out domestic scenes all by himself.

“I’m breaking into the house!” Amy announced as she mimed picking a lock, brandishing a knife at Jake and Jake. “There you two are! Time to die.”

“Oh no!” Jake yelped. He moved one step to the right, before pulling another horrified face. “Oh no!”

“It’s too late.” Amy said exaggeratedly as she always did in situations where they had to play a character. “Stab! Stab! Stab!”

She mimed stabbing Jake, as he stepped side to side, pretending to be two different people.

“Stop! Please! I confess alright?” The man almost begged. It seemed Jake and Amy’s reenactment had cracked him.

“Finally!” Amy cheered, bringing out the necessary paperwork for him to sign.

“We’ve done it again, Santiago.” They shared a high five, before Jake turned back to look smugly at the perp. “So- did our reenactment bring you to tears?”

“It was horrible. Never do that to anyone again.”

“And what? Lose a foolproof way to make criminals confess? We’re doing this more, Peralta.”

Jake’s jaw dropped, his mouth wide open in pure joy.

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[placetobenation]

Welcome to Seinfeld: The PTBN Series Rewatch! On a regular basis, JT Rozzero, Aaron George, Andrew Flanagan and Jordan Duncan will watch an episode of TV’s greatest sitcom and provide notes and grades across a number of categories. The goal is to rewatch the entire series chronologically to see what truly worked, what still holds up today, what feels just a bit dated and yada, yada, yada it will be a great time. So settle into your couch with the cushions flipped over, grab a Snapple and enjoy the ride!

Best Character

JT: I thought everyone was really locked in during this episode, but Kramer was really on fire all throughout this one. His quick hit lines, physical comedy and overall presence was just next level. The stock room stuff gets me every time and that was just the tip of the iceberg. He was a true force of nature the whole way through, right down to telling Jerry that he underlined the best parts of the medical book.

Aaron: Kramer in a landslide. His physical stuff was on point and we got the long overdue return of Doctor Victor Van Nostrand. His flippant “The cat died” was wonderful as was his apprehension before electrocuting himself.

Andrew: I’ll go with Kramer, who still gets more laughs out of mannerisms and line readings than anyone. Seeing him abruptly paw through Jerry’s sandwich was the biggest laugh of the episode for me. He’s pretty delightful throughout the rest of the episode, as well, from throwing himself completely into being a butcher-coat-wearing meat slicer operator, to the quick pivot into a lab coat wearing doctor.

Jordan: I thought George was pretty good here, and I am always up for a George scheme and George laziness. HOWEVER – anytime Dr. Van Nostrand appears, I will give it to Kramer. Wanting to slice off Kruger’s mole with his meat slicer and giving Jerry hives all in the last five minutes was like a breakaway dunk to seal a win in the last minute of a game.

Best Storyline

JT: All of it? I mean, it was all so beautifully intertwined, I don’t know how to separate it. I am cheating this time around and I don’t care. All of it.

Aaron: Kramer and Elaine dealing with the absentee neighbor. They blow a circuit, they feed a cat prime cut from a slicer, they break no less than two doors; they really do a tremendous job of mucking up the whole apartment complex.

Andrew: I went back and forth, but I think George’s photo saga was the best storyline. Scheming George is always the best George, and the beach story is a winner, especially once we get Mr. Kruger’s version. And the photo shop clerk’s confidence and pride in his entirely unhelpful work cracks me up.

Jordan: My instinct says to go with the slicer because I liked Kramer so much, but I’ll side with George desperately trying to have the picture photoshopped. The reveal at the end that Kruger and his kids THREW George’s stuff into the ocean was great. What a pear shaped loser!

Ethical Dilemma of the Week

JT: I can’t decide if Jerry is right or wrong about the dermatologist stuff. So I feel the ethical pain here. But, Jerry is a dick so he is probably wrong. Sigh.

Aaron: Does Kruger deserve to die of skin cancer for throwing a man’s towel and clothing in the ocean a decade before? Probably. The sheer pride he felt despite the passage of time painted a picture of a remorseless man on the steady path to doing it again.

Andrew: I don’t know that it’s a dilemma, but I applaud George’s honesty in including the Play Now debacle on his resume. Better to get the bad news out of the way quickly, I think.

Jordan: Is it on Elaine to feed the cat? I mean, yes, she shorted the circuit to turn off the alarm, and apparently the cat feeder, but also, maybe don’t leave the country and rely on a machine to feed your pet. If we are out of town for even 24 hours, we make sure someone comes to check on our dog. I don’t think Elaine had to go to the lengths she did here. Also, cats suck and I wish it had died.

Relationship Scale (Scale 1-10)

JT: Dr. Siterides needs to simmer the fuck down. Good on Jerry for trying to take her down a peg. She can save lives and not be a dick at the same time. Relationship Grade: Pimple Popper/M.D.

Aaron: Jerry was right to break up with that braggart of a Doctor. The second she said “Of course you wouldn’t know what it feels like to hold a life in her hands,” she earned herself a piledriver. Sometimes love feels like a fight. Relationship Grade: CAW CAW CAW!

Andrew: I can’t imagine dating someone who spends as much time praising herself as much as Sara clearly does. The self-involvement and lack of regard for her partner’s interest level is astonishing. Plus, when would we have time to talk about how much I’m enjoying rewatching The Mighty Boosh? Relationship Grade: Looks like hives/10

Jordan: Not much here outside of Dr. Pimple Popper, and I thought that was kind of a weak part of the episode. I do wonder though – is this where Dr. Pimple Popper on Youtube got her name? Am I the only one in this group who watches those videos? What is it about pimple popping and the likes that is so entrancing for me? Also, chiropractic videos. I’m a huge fan of hearing the crunch. But there is this one dude who gives adjustments seemingly only to hot women and they are always in revealing clothing. I know that sex sells, but we just need you to handle the subluxation of the C4 vertebrae pal, we can find boobies somewhere else. Relationship Grade: KEEP IT PG/10

What Worked:

JT: The cold open was cool, well done and felt like something they had to do at some point; Kruger!; The way George gets hired is pretty funny; Kramer destroying Jerry’s sandwich to prove his point always makes me laugh, as does him saying “our meat problems are solved”; I love Kramer’s blank stare when Jerry mentions the stock room; Kramer actually has some good ideas in this episode; “But, where does the meat go” breaks me each and every time; The photo store guy drawing “Peanuts” Kruger back in was a good chuckle; I love the callback of Jerry and George discussing career options, really well done; Elaine taunting Kramer with the thought of clowns was deliciously dirty pool; Kramer asking Jerry if he wore a fake beard stacked with him commenting he couldn’t find the stock room is an amazing 1-2 punch; Elaine dancing was a nice touch; Kramer examining Kruger was tremendous; Kramer not piecing together that he gave Jerry the rash was classic

Aaron: As much as almost everything Kramer did warrants mention here so does the entire George/Kruger fiasco. Daniel von Bargen KILLS it as the hapless boss. “Man we took it on the chin last year, ” was said with a perfect lack of shame, that only the worst company on Earth could exhibit. George scheming to replace the photo is perfect Costanza fodder, which tiptoed the believability line in a near flawless way. The pride the photo guy took in his drawing of Kruger was wonderful as was George’s tolerance of people digging on his hair loss. By the time Their story climaxes with Kramer being mistaken as a Doctor I felt for the first time in a while we were watching the tight Seinfeld scripts of old. I’ll always laugh when Kramer trumpets the fact that he air brushed Gerald Ford out of a photo.

Andrew: The recurring gag of George throwing out potential careers for Jerry to comment on gets a revisit here, and I have to say I don’t think I’ve appreciated “land guy” in the Coast Guard enough over the years. I’ve always enjoyed Mr. Kruger’s apathetic approach to business, and he gets off to a good start in this one. Elaine and Kramer debating the existence of a slice so thin it cannot be seen is a good bit.

Jordan: Big fan of Kruger. George correcting his resume to say 14 days instead of 4 days at Playtime. Kramer buying his own meat slicer and slicing it so thin he couldn’t even see it was wonderful, as was his feeding Elaine slices at the end of the episode. I didn’t care for Jerry and the dermatologist, but her role worked within the story which is something Seinfeld does so well. Of COURSE Jerry is seeing a skin doctor just at the time when George needs to get his bosses shirt off! The airbrushed photo of Kruger was absurd, and the artist was SO PROUD of his work. Jerry mentioning that he wore a beard of bees is an iconic moment in our household. Beards of bees were a long standing gag with my dad and I. Also liked Kramer quizzing Elaine on how the slicer works, “But where does the meat go?”

What Didn’t Work

JT: I hate Dr. Siterides; How does Jerry identify his rash in the book so quickly?; Who likes olive loaf?

Aaron: HATED the cold open with Elaine in bed with all the guys. Dream or not it adds tremendously to the “Elaine is now a whore” narrative that has permeated season nine. Jerry’s storyline was weak in relation to the excellence around him.

Andrew: Where is Elaine’s landlord in all this? It’s frustrating when a whole storyline could be avoided by one phone call, and there’s at least three instances in hers where the maintenance staff should have been the first stop. I’m also not sure I enjoyed the cold open dream sequence. The idea of Elaine growing tired of these three ruining her life is a good one, but it needs more time than one unconnected gag to be worthwhile.

Jordan: I thought the end with Elaine sipping a Pepsi through the keyhole was stupid. Why not call the landlord?

Key Character Debuts

– Mr. Kruger

Iconic Moments, Running Themes & Memorable Quotes

– “It says here that you worked at Play Now for four days?” – Krueger “That should be 14, let me just…” – George

– “It is a horrible company. There’s no management what so ever. I could go hog wild in there.” – George

– “Yeah well, that’s easy. Just let me finish this mile high and I’ll be right with you. Oh, and Jerry, we are gonna need a case of Kaiser rolls.” – Kramer “I think we might have one left in the stock room.” – Jerry

– “Where did you get that butcher’s coat?” – Jerry “You buy enough meat, they’ll give you anything.” – Kramer

– “Revenge date? That sound like you more than me.” – Jerry “This good be so sweet, Jerry. Saving lives? She’s one step away working at the clinique counter!” – George

�� “Oh, I’ve cut slices so thin, I couldn’t even see them.” – Kramer “How did you know you cut it?” – Elaine “Well, I guess I just assumed.” – Kramer

– “What about your sea sickness?” – Jerry “Maybe I could be a land guy.” – George “I don’t know if they have land guys.” – Jerry “Someone’s have to unhook the boat before it leaves… the place!” – Jerry

– “Boy, that looks like an allergic reaction. Have you been wearing a fake beard?” – Kramer

– “Alright, great, because I got to get down there and pick up my blade. Hey, and I couldn’t find that stock room.” – Kramer

– “Moles, yes. Freckle’s ugly cousin.” – Kramer

– “That’s my hand towel! I use that on my face, hands and chest! That’s where the hives are coming from! It’s not from Dr. Sitarides, it’s from Dr. Van Nostrand!” – Jerry

Oddities & Fun Facts

– Actress Marcia Cross played Sara Siterides

Overall Grade (Scale 1-10)

JT: I love this episode. Everything was crisp and on point and it was vintage in its ability to tie together all of the stories into one seamless overarching tale. The core four were tightened up here and sharp but Kramer went next level, slaying every scene he was in. There are so many classic quotes from him, I couldn’t even keep up. The delivery and timing sparkled all through this one. I won’t call it an elite pantheon episode, because it is missing that truly iconic scene or moment to push it over the top, but it is right on the borderline and proof that the gang could still deliver when given a cohesive, locked in script to execute. Final Grade: 9/10

Aaron: I laughed quite a bit during this one. We had three strong stories and the weak barely took away. I now want Kruger in every episode as his ineptitude rarely lets down. It’s fucking hilarious that Kruger stole George’s stuff. Final Grade: 8/10

Andrew: This feels like a “C” grade episode to me. I laughed quite a bit, spent the rest of the time trying to poke holes in the plotlines, and came away pretty entertained overall. It’s easier to find something to say about the episodes that approach one extreme or the other, and I’m surprised to find myself on the lower end of the grading here, but this one felt average to me. Final Grade: 7/10

Jordan: This episode was… PERFECTLY SLICED. See what I did there? I made a reference to the meat slicer. Kramer really was great here, but so was George. I love Kruger a lot and it’s a shame he came along in the last season, I would like to see more of him. Just an excellent episode, and hey, we had that weird Elaine dream where she was in bed with all the guys! Final Grade: 8/10

[in-paradox-space]

I scheduled a post for every day for 21 days.

I made them as a reminder for myself everything would get better, but I’m feeling better sooner than anticipated. I regret making the posts because they’re cringy but I’m sure nobody at all sees them. 

You’ll feel better too, whatever you’re going through. 

After some research I decided that’s how long it’d take for me feel alright again after a pretty heavy MDMA and other substance comedown.

I feel like the other substance might be cocaine or ketamine, i dont know. It hit me really quickly and my left arm was being controlled by my leg, when I tried to move my limbs a different part of my body would move.

It was extremely euphoric and terrifying but I just didn’t move for a while until I felt I could carefully attempt to move again.

So yeah the posts are like really emotional and dramatic but I felt fucking awful the week of the comedown.

You heard of brain zaps? They’re fucking awful.

I kept researching online in how the fuck to feel better and stop the brain zaps. Everywhere pointed to a thing called 5htp. It’s tryptophan. From my memory, I believe it’s a chemical which aids to production of serotonin. We get it naturally from food, and it helps our body to create and/or properly absorb serotonin. Something like that... it helps us feel serotonin anyway.

and the internet suggested the brain zaps were likely my brain trying to return back to it’s balance

and at that time i was really lovestruck by a girl. I feel okay knowing i likely wont ever be with her now. 

i dont mind if i see her again or not. I’d like to see her again but i think it’d just be cool to be friends. I think the chemical imbalance made me feel the need to be around someone. It’s all down to the chemicals in your mind at the end of the day. They control your perception of everything, your attitude to the world. 

well yeah, everywhere told me to buy 5htp. i knew it wouldnt arrive in time for me to use them but i ordered anyway, in case this shit happens again. they also sounded good

I tried my first one today, a 100mg pill. 

I felt kind of sick afterwards but I ate a sandwich and I was fine. 

Whether or not it’s a placebo, I felt great today.

Not a euphoric feeling, but I just feel good. 

I smile, type smiley faces and can say I’m good.

I’ve been really confident today. I arrived at college a little late, cracked jokes very naturally. Like it just happened, I just made jokes without thinking and everybody let off genuine, unstoppable laughter. 

I’m not extremely acquainted with my class. I know the names of my tutor and 5 students. We joked like we’d already spent the year together and I smiled. It was a sunny day and I got hella work done.

Work in illustrator. Photoshop is pretty simple but illustrator is just frustrating.

I did a whole art piece in illustrator and I’ve almost half-finished the annotation; I’ll have to type that up tomorrow. I wrote notes and keywords for when I type it up. 

I also have to design like 10 logos.The minimum is six, but I put a lot of planning and basically create multiple logo designs for every one logo.

So if I create six logos as meticulously as I do I should get a merit at least. I’ll have to annotate it well.

I have some work experience lined up. I don’t know where yet, we’re sort of trying the first choice, somewhere pretty prestigious but I don’t want to name it here.

Then if not, it’s some other places which will be pretty useful for my future.

but outside of college

I have some other work experience lined up 

like legit

you see an opportunity, you take it. You say yes. 

Tell yourself yes enough times every morning. 

you will say yes to others 

they say yes to you

Just bring the word into your vocabulary. 

So yeah, 5HTP. I don’t think it’s a placebo. I recommend it to anyone who even knows about this blog. Not suitable if you’re on SSRIs though, of course, because of the connections with serotonin.

I felt pretty good today.

I put out a lot of positive vibrations and recieved them. 

I shouldn’t let my guard down though. 

so yeah

someone posted an opportunity online

somebody sent it to me 

I decided I’d go for it, a lot of other people went for it

but what I had to offer was closest to what the client wanted and/or believed they wanted

and I think I got the place

they wont be disappointed.  

It was on facebook though, they was middle-aged and not exactly an internet dweller

my facebook is fucking FILLED with underground memes

very obscure and ironic to the point of not at all being understood by anyone just a little outside of it

and some accessible, wholesome shit 

but idk

if this person sees them they wont understand

im really surprised they even got to me about it

i think its because i was the only one who offered what they wanted.

My services for free. They won’t be disappointed but I’m sure they have doubts.

I won’t be surprised if they change their mind.

I don’t wanna change my whole facebook to look presentable though, the memers on that friends list were there throughout the whole shabang

the good, the bad and the ugly

they’re brothers and I’m not going to sell them out.

so i need to make a page, then eventually a website, to showcase my work and offer people my services.

tomorrow, I also need to filter through around 2000 HD photos and put the best ones into a folder

then filter those to the very best in another folder

and upload them all on imgur, in the meantime, I suppose

then create a quick Facebook page

haha fuck

creating pages is the hard part

maintaining them can be tricky

they either run themselves, or become a chore you eventually abandon 

If the thought of keeping your page up to date tires you, I recommend scheduling weeks and weeks ahead

and working your ass off for a few days every few weeks.

then u literally just have to read comments and check interactions every now and then.

hnnng

I hate having to filter through hundreds of photos, every time I go somewhere with my camera, to put them into the ‘good’ folders.

mainly because my pc is slow at loading them. 

 I wanted to get a new cpu but the one I wanted was out of stock. 

i think everything else is decent in there. i could use more, faster ram and i need to fix the codecs. 

but the hardware is fine, its just a shitty cpu i got from ebay.

also the tiny motherboard and ram came in a cheap bundle lmao

i dont want to change the motherboard though.

where am i going with this?

Yes! Tomorrow will be a big day.

Gonna take some 5htp in the morning to get through it. I wake up in 4 hours and go to the gym in 5. 

I have to finish my college annotation and spend a few hours doing logos.

Then pilfer through hundreds and hundreds of photos

choose the best ones

upload hundreds and hundreds of high res photos

smooth talk with some potential first clients

and i have to create a facebook page

aaaaa

and I have  to write all the details in there

do I have to watermark all the photos too?  

well

i just wanted to say the 5htp is good. 

im getting good opportunities

things are really starting to look good. 

i write this sentence to you with love!

I have hella work to do tomorrow

and the MDMA comedown isn’t a problem now.