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A Masterwork and a Muse
Written for the Secret Swap for the @fallenlondonficswap, I had the honor of writing for @violant-apologia! As soon as I saw your preferences, I had a very specific idea in mind - I hope you like it!
Featuring: Correspondence and Grand Devils Word Count: 1981 Content Warning: Body Horror, (Implied) Death
You know what would happen should this inspiration come to a lesser human, but you are different. That is why your Muse has chosen you, is it not? Because you, and you alone, were the one bright mind among the common rabble to understand the story she was singing to you.
You intend to create your own song to sing in return.
The Veteran Privy Counsellor is looking expectantly at you, as he always does when you enter the Palace and declare your intention to start on your latest masterwork. In his hands is a glass of port, a shaky sound to underscore your conversation- not with nerves, as you’ve well learned by now, but with a dangerous thrill. And with that excitement in his voice, he asks exactly what you would expect him to.
“What’s your next project?”
You are to stage an opera, of course! But not one like that which had seen you banished to the Tomb Colonies- no, an opera of a different sort. The kind of opera the Directing Dramatist and the Comic Composer had been staging in the few theaters renovated in the wake of the fall that had not been overtaken by bohemians- the style of Offenbach in France, with laughter intended as a response, as lovers sang and dancers twirled behind them. You’ve managed to obtain your fair share of stolen scripts and stage directions from Surface runners and bribed Neathy performers in preparation for this glorious moment, especially since the carpet quarrel had broken apart the only troupe performing the likes of this here.
You had assured your Muse as much, of course. No one present in the Court of the Traitor Empress would dare miss something so unique as this.
Mad thoughts of forgiveness do not grace your mind. You are to be sent to the Tomb Colonies as soon as the curtain closes on the one-act Opera, of course- and the Counsellor’s mustache twitches in anticipation at the news- but for a much different reason than your last opera. Your inspiration is wholly, or mostly, entirely distinct from that old news. This is to be your new magnum opus. The orchestra will be legendary with the instruments they will play, with the songs their instruments will sing, and the dancers will be a draw all their own. After all, it’s not every day that a troupe of dancing devils should enter Court for the performance of the Empress’s life, with song and dance invading her silent control!
Weeks of composing, writing, editing. Auditions last well into the next month and last for hours each day, as you hand-pick only the finest of each instrument, the finest of each musician, and fill your orchestra with one of every sound you could ever need. You take no notice of the looks of the participants, even as you hear the murmurs of a rumored Rubbery Piper in your opera following you at a salon. You stifle a laugh- it appears they won’t be prepared for the sound or sight of your Rubbery Mandolinist, then, with the notes like no other they can play. Or your Clay Drummer, who makes the hearts of all who hear him beat with every pounding of his drums, beat and threaten to burst with every percussive beat. Or the Rattus Faber troupe, who could almost rival your dancers with how they dart across the keys in synchronized harmony.
And oh, your dancers.
They are as elegant as your inspiration had said they would be. Every step, every drag, every trailing leg sweeping in a brilliant shape, it is mesmerizing to watch, yellow eyes daring you to trace their pattern. The Dancers need no supervision from you, and need no practice. They know the motions, the movement, the story you intend to tell with every shape they may take, and they are eager to help you bring your masterwork to life. You had originally intended to introduce the Orchestra to the Dancers halfway through practices, for better cohesion, but the display the Devils put on for you settles it; you’ll wait until opening night to bring the musical performers together with the physical. It is easy to wave off the questions, after all- wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise of the main draw now, would we?
Your leads question you, of course, as any pair of pompous brats who’s artistry is paid for with allowances would. They question the costumes, the sections of stage they are banned from stepping foot on, the shoes- oh, how the Acclaimed Actress seems to be talented at nothing besides endless complaining about the weight of her shoes. She’s not even dancing in the opera, and she complains? No matter- she can deal with the shoes, as long as she remembers her lines and sings her number and stays in her section of the stage. You’ve promised perfection, and your Muse will not allow anything less. She will not ruin your masterwork.
The Orchestra does not disappoint. They are perfect, of course, because you have only selected the best. Those who complain about the costumes your dressmakers and tailors have crafted for them are silenced with a withering glare, as one should be when you glance in their direction, and fight no more on the issue. You’ve taken great care to ensure the outfits should not interfere with their playing, after all. Your Muse would not have it- and it would be counterintuitive to keep the Rubbery Mandolinist from their picks, or the Clay Drummer from his drums, after all.
The Piper from her Pipe. The Singer from its Song. Traitorous, to separate them. Traitorous.
Traitors.
The opening night, the audience is full. There is not an empty seat in the entire room. You can see the Traitor Empress up in her balcony box, behind the veil that encased her and the Consort, heads bowed and faces blurred. You’d sent an invite to all of her children - that must be the Captivating Princess, standing in the back, the figure inherently drawing your eyes to her and making the hair on the back of your neck rise. She’d been the only one to accept your invite - the rest had declined, as they always did. Your Muse cared not, of course, and you expected the snub. It was a shame, though. More eyes, more eyes on your masterwork, a bigger audience.
The Veteran Privy Counselor ambushes you backstage, with a trivial issue of budget, and one of the Rubbery Mandolinist’s costumes catching on fire, but you wave him off with a wave of the hand and a roll of your eyes, your eyes. Seems a dressmaker had overstated their competency with the stitch pattern you’d provided for the inside of the Mandolinist’s clothing, and had failed you. Had failed your production. Of course this would happen.
Your Muse.
A single Mandolinist missing from the audience wouldn't ruin your opera. Your Orchestra will still sound, will it not? Nothing will be off, to the untrained ears of the audience. Nothing will be off, to the Traitors on the stage. Nothing. Nothing! No one will notice, aside from you. And what was the Mandolinist’s worth, even?
Immense, you know. Immense.
But no more than any others, you’re sure. No more special than the rest of the Orchestra. No more. No more.
The Dancers talk amongst themselves, in costumes provided on their own, and share glances at the Leads. The Acclaimed Actress is complaining again. Again. Her costar stands uselessly to the side, as he always does, nodding at her complaints, nodding at your refusal, nodding like there is nothing more he can do. You have half a mind to strangle him, but the Unassuming Understudy found himself in the Tomb Colonies two days ago, and had yet to make his way back, and you doubt the man standing before you had the brains required to return from the Boatman with any expediency.
No, for the sake of the show, you must keep him. And the Actress. And you must deal with an Orchestra playing one Mandolinist shy, one man down, one less than its grandeur was at its unsung height. Something pulls a laugh from within you - you’d have to ask your muse if a Mandolinist fell first then, too.
Your Muse isn’t in the audience. It is almost showtime.
The Veteran Privy Counsellor finds you again, but you ignore him. You ignore him, and the Actress, and the Dancers, and you look to the curtains and think about your Orchestra. The costumes, perfect, sigil-stitched with perfect thread that should just hold out long enough on the flames for this one production. The Mandolinist was unlucky. The Mandolinist was just unlucky.
Your Muse will be proud, you’re sure.
You step into the wings as the time comes, and call for the Leads to take their place. You do not have to call for the Dancers to take theirs. You do not have to call for the Orchestra to play their first notes. You do nothing more than step aside, step away, as the curtains rise, and when the Veteran Privy Counsellor corners you moments later, you simply offer him a glass of port, and a smile.
His glass drops when the Acclaimed Actress catches sight of the Orchestra, and screams. Your heart stops - too early, too early, and is there anything you can do? Can you stop it? This was meant to be the climax! The Leads, the Lovers, they weren’t supposed to be screaming until the Traitor Dancers, the rebels they were a part of, were to announcing the beheadings. You’d planned it so well - the audience, standing in for the royals that were never seen, motions to the Traitor Empress, to the Orchestra, to-
You wave him away as the Actor joins in with a sound that could rip flesh from bone, sipping on the deep yellow honey in your own glass as the Traitor Dancers stop in their step, and fill the stage with buzzing. You don’t dare to look - if anything went wrong in the sigil-stitching again, if a misplaced thread set the Rattus Faber troupe into anything but a temporary abomination of insectoid creatures vying for the stolen skin of the Devils, then this would be a failure in every way, in every way, and in every way. Then it would be worth nothing. Your Muse, your Muse-
No, not nothing.
You’d set the mirror aside just before the Dancers arrived. You’d found the linking mirror almost a year ago, a shortcut to your Muse. A direct line to the Parabolan prison where your Muse lay, poised like a scorpion in wait and unable to break from her shackles. You know not what she played, but you could hear the echoes of it in her body, when she invaded your dreams. You understood so little - but a story she told you, a story you kept.
Traitors. Rebellion. Correspondence.
You had brought her here, to witness it from this mirror. To hear the story she told you, pumping knowledge like poison into your veins.
You were to give her a better ending to her story. The Ones-Like-Princes, crawling from the Orchestra Pit, and tearing the Traitor Dances into nothing. The Leads, unspared in your frantic rewrites as the Actress complained of the lead to keep her safe from the Correspondence sigils traced into the stage by the Dancers, as she earned her fate with the rest of those who dared to think themselves worthy of overthrowing the Prince’s rule.
You were meant to show her what could still be.
No matter. No matter!
You taste honey on your lips, and see a thousand eyes staring back, see a body poised, poised, see your Muse.
It’s better this way, isn’t it? She must agree, must understand. It was better this way! Not just a better ending, a better everything! No rebellion to even begin. No chance something so horrible could ever happen again.
She wouldn’t hate you.
She can’t hate you.
She is your Muse, and you have done right by her.
She won't hurt you.
You step into the mirror, as the Veteran Privy Counsellor storms into the corner closet you’d hidden yourself in, and close the curtain on your Masterwork.
#fallen london#fanfic#2nd person#violant-apologia#dame's writing#note: body horror is setting-typical#(and honestly tame compared to the most intense of FL)#inspirations: some of the writings describing the travels of the bazaar in the structure of a play#and the deviless in cricket anybody? drawing correspondence through dance#i think this is my first time doing like. proper 2nd person writing!!
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Hi love, Let me start off with saying that I adore your writing! I was wondering if you could do some cute fluffy relationship head cannons with TFP Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee with a human female S/O please?
Totally okay if you ignore this one, just wanted to throw something out there. Keep up the amazing work!
Thank you, love 🥰 I planned on doing TFP Autobots relationship headcanons so here are your boys amongst everyone else ;)
This one is EVEN LONGER 💀 (that’s what she said pt. 2)
For Decepticon headcanons click here! 💜
I AM SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES OR TYPOS, I DIED WRITING THIS 😭
TFP Autobots x reader
❀ relationship headcanons ❀
2nd person
female reader
how you’d get together, confession
how you’d function together, PDA
intimacy, preferences (NSFW)
how long would it last
excluding Arcee because I mainly do male characters
OPTIMUS PRIME
HE SAID 🤨
It would take a looooong time for you two to click. He would treat you equally like he does everyone else and not give you any signals, not even mixed, so you would think it’s impossible to take it to another level with him.
As time would pass though, you two would isolate yourselves more and more when you’d have a chance. He’d take you on long relaxing rides.
Most of the time he would let you blabber while he’d stay silent and listen. He can listen to your beautiful voice all day.
After a couple of romantic rides he’d finally confess to you, asking if it’s even possible for a creature like him to love a creature like you. He’d ask you to be his one and only, to conjux.
He’d totally understand if you’d reject him but of course you wouldn’t reject him, IT’S OPTIMUS PRIME, WHO WOULD REJECT OPTIMUS PRIME??? (lmao)
He’s okay with PDA but he’d still kinda avoid it, he prefers when you two have proper privacy. He’s often too busy throughout the day anyway.
But when you do get some alone time, he always makes sure it’s the best you’ll ever get.
His sex drive isn’t high but at times he would get intimate with you and make you feel special.
He’s quite romantic actually, vanilla yet very sensual. He would do anything to give you maximal pleasure.
He likes to take it slow and passionate, take his time with you but sometimes, just sometimes, when he has too much pent up stress, he’d take it a bit rougher than usual to relieve himself.
He’s not that vocal, definitely a groaning and grunting type. He’d praise you though, tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.
Definitely calls you “little one”.
Prefers missionary or you riding while facing him so he can look at the complete soft beauty in front of him. Sometimes you push his size kink button which makes him tightly grab onto something, sometimes even damage it.
After he’d feel kinda bad, he’d make sure he didn’t hurt you or bring you any kind of displeasure. He’s the king of aftercare though, that’s for sure.
Da hell u mean how long would it last??? FOREVER OFC. IT’S OPTIMUS PRIME!!! 🤸♀️
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RATCHET
Grumpy doc. (MY FAV!!!!!!!!!)
He’d pretend you annoy him the most just to deny his feelings.
As time would pass and as you’d grow on him more you’d catch him getting distracted by you. He’d just keep staring at you with a poker face, secretly admiring you. When you’d catch him he’d shake it off and continue his work.
Slowly he’d get overprotective, wanting to become your guardian probably. He’d also talk with you more often, perhaps even flirt a little with his old doc jokes, make you giggle and admire your blushy face.
He’d take advantage of some alone time with you in the base to confess. He’d let you sit on his shoulder for the first time while he works and talk quietly to you.
Finally he’d spill his spark for you, apologize for being too rough on you at times and asking for a chance to change that.
He’s actually a very good kisser, you could smooch him all day. But NEVER in front of the others. PDA is a nono, especially when you get him flustered which you tend to because he cannot absorb so much beauty at once.
Four walls and a locked door is the best for him. He can admire you properly and have his way with you. He might seem vanilla but he can get kinky.
He’s a control freak in bed too. Considering his age, his pace isn’t the best. He’d always complain about his hips and back but his strength is definitely something to cherish. He’s actually quite experienced so he doesn’t need a quick pace to give pleasure to both of you.
He’s girthy and it’s definitely something he’s proud of. He can get quite cocky and throw a couple of dirty talks. He can get very loud too, likes when you’re loud as well so he can shush you for fun.
He kinda has a breeding kink too (perhaps even doctor & nurse/assistant or patient kink), loves filling you up and seeing your tummy bulge, not letting it leak out.
He isn’t an exhibitionist but he’d love to do it on the control panel with you or in the med bay. As time would pass and as he’d remember how good IT feels, he’d want to do it anywhere and at any time, whenever you’d tickle his wild side with a provocative comment or a provocative look.
One thing that’s hilarious is that he can almost immediately fall asleep after nutting (excuse my language). He tries his best not to but he’s an old tired doc after all, you can’t be mad at him.
He’d pray it lasts because deep down he knows he got too attached. Even when you two would argue, when he’d yell at you for a stupid thing for example, later he’d do anything to make it up to you.
He loves you very dearly.
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BULKHEAD
GENTLE GIANT!!!
He would confess to someone by secretly researching customs about Earth and he would be nervous at first.
You two would bond with some common interests he did research on previously. He’d buy you gifts and take you anywhere you want but at the same time he’d worry about your safety.
He gets flustered very easily so you’d get the memo that he likes you from the start.
It would take him a long time to confess which would result in him being a pure blushing mess. The moment you’d kiss him he’d probably almost faint.
He’s ok with PDA, he doesn’t care what anyone thinks. When he’s with you he’s in another dimension.
He’s a big snuggly wuggly teddy bear. Cuddling has become one of his fav things in the world because of you.
He would also need a lot of time to allow himself to get intimate with you hence he’s so huge. He’s scared he could hurt you.
Hence he needs a lot of words of affirmation, communication is key with him.
He’s a soft dom but can also be a switch if that’s what pleases you. He likes when you tug at his chin. He also loves when his digits are tangled in your hair, it’s his favorite part of your body.
He isn’t really a kinky type or at least his fear of bringing you any harm is suppressing anything that can come out onto the surface. That’s why he might be an experimentalist.
He would not stop until you’re fully pleased. You need to talk to him a lot during sex if you want him to be maximally confident with you.
He’s probably the best at aftercare. Would wrap you up in a blanket and bring you food or anything you ask for really.
He only prefers long term relationships and he’d hope you’re his precious little human forever.
I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT!!! :’((
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BUMBLEBEE
Precious Bee is so clingy that it’s SO obvious that he’s into you.
He wouldn’t leave your side almost. He’d be all happy and bubbly and win you with his optimism.
Don’t let that bubbliness full you though, he’s a hot head and would do anything to protect you. He’s protective in the right amount though.
He’d always snuggle into your hair and press his muzzle against your cheek, as if he’s kissing you. He’d ask you to kiss him back by tapping his cheek and muzzle.
When you’d kiss his muzzle it would be over for him. You’d officially become his partner. He’d probably find a tiny gear to put on your wedding finger.
Totally into PDA! Especially when it annoys Smokescreen and makes him jealous.
Cuddles and any kind physical touch are his absolute FAV. He’s so spoiled when it comes to nuzzling which he does all the time (is obsessed with your softness).
He’s actually very quick to get intimate. You could say his sex drive is high due to his youth.
He’d take it nicely and passionately, especially with his servos. He has a specific kink with digit play. Loves touching you absolutely everywhere and almost every time he overstimulates your private parts with them before he actually penetrates you with his spike.
His stamina is crazy and he always takes advantage of it. His pace is very quick all the time but if you ask him to be slow he will. Your pleasure is also very important to him.
He has a thing for beauty marks, he’d kiss every single one of them every time. You’re the only one he puts his muzzle down for. But not gonna lie he loves when you tug on it.
Perhaps he’d be into leashes and chokers and stuff if you really asked him.
He’s a very soft lover after all so expect epic wholesome aftercare.
Considering he’s a hot head there might be some minor arguments with him but that won’t stop you from having a long term relationship.
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WHEELJACK
JACKIEEEE! (2ND FAV!!!!!!)
He’d flirt the hell out of you. He’d flirt and flirt and flirt, make you blush and get flustered all over again until he makes you fall for him. He’d tease you with calling you “sunshine” or “kid” or “doll” or “baby girl”.
He’s a player, likes it casual but when he knows you’re the one, he doesn’t give up. He’s extremely stubborn.
You’re probably the only reason he’d stay in the base.
He’d take you out and if he notices you’re a romantic soul, he’d be the most romantic man out there even though, in reality, he isn’t romantic at all.
Doesn’t mind PDA, loves showing off how he’s the best boyfriend in the world (or at least he thinks so lmao).
You know he’s a HUGE hot head. Would kill for you.
The moment of confession would probably be the night you get intimate. We could say the best way he can express his love for you is through sex so expect some extreme overstimulation.
He’s into lingerie, especially black and red. Loves making you stain your panties good too.
He INVENTED dirty talking. Also very into oral, eating you out like the tastiest snack. He also loves eye contact, he’d make you look at him or else he’d stop.
He can combine all sorts of paces and positions and roughness, he has his own magic tactics. He loves making you scream while he’s praising you. Doesn’t matter if the base is full or not, he’s a risk taker and it really turns him on.
Sometimes he’d even grab you with one servo and slide you up and down his spike like a pocket pussy. Backshots and reverse cowgirl must be his fav positions.
One his fav places to cum is onto your face, definitely. Or into your mouth. He likes it gushy and messy. His stamina is crazy too.
Would shower you with kisses and praising afterwards, make sure you’re alright.
As I said, he’s into casual stuff but you’re probably the only one who would make him take relationships seriously and enjoy the long term.
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SMOKESCREEN
He’d be so cringe at first. He’s an act first then think after type of mech.
He would flirt SO MUCH with you to the point he’d start annoying you.
He’d notice though. He may seem confident but in truth he’s nervous underneath all that cockiness. He tends to overthink.
He’d ask others for advice, research, anything that could make you his.
At first he would view you as just another one of his dolls he plays with but when he’d realize he actually has serious feelings for you, he’d get serious.
The confession would be spontaneous as he’d probably make out with you like the horny teenager he is. He’d promise to be loyal though and he’d keep that promise.
He’s into PDA, loves showing off how you’re his.
He has a weird kink in making you jealous and vice versa. You’d play a flirting game with anyone you know just to get each other jealous which would result in “who’s gonna give up first and frag the other”.
Loves giving you pet names but also loves when you give him pet names too and refer to him as “baby boy” hence he’s a switch. Also into exhibitionism.
Has a thing for breasts and thighs. He can whimper at times too and when you’d bring it up later he’d deny it and be like “WHAT!? NU-UH!”
Loves when you ride him or his face but is also into backshots even though he prefers when you face him. Perhaps he has a tiny sex tape kink too.
Surprisingly he’d make you cum every time which he would brag about later. His cockiness is always present nonetheless.
As I said, even though he can be an immature horny teenage boy, he can get serious when you put him in his place.
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ULTRA MAGNUS
UH OH 💀💀💀
If you choose to fall in love with this man expect to be heart broken twelve times until you get together (if that’s even possible).
Kidding, it’s possible. But still very difficult. Prepare for a long one, he’s a very complicated mech 💀.
He would not even notice you. At first he’d just call you a native or a soldier but once he starts calling you by your actual name that would be the signal that he views you as someone who he has a positive opinion on.
You’d have to be REALLY pushy on him, be as clingy as possible, annoy the hell out of him so he’d actually set his guard down.
You’d develop your relationship with him scolding you like a parent, telling you what to do and what not to do while you’d disobey him. Sometimes you’d even bring a TIIINY smirk on his face because you’re just too cute, he can’t be mad at you forever.
With that, he’d get overprotective and follow you around all the time, not letting you out of his sight.
Would always correct you that you should refer to him as “sir” or “lieutenant” or even “commander”. He loves it when you do it in bed especially, it REALLY gets him going. Also has a brat taming kink.
This would go on for a loooong time until you actually conjux. He’s definitely a type of mech to keep you in handcuffs in a relationship.
PDA? What’s that? Sometimes it would seem he’s keeping you a secret.
When it comes to intimacy you’d probably think this mech’s sex drive is ZERO. But oh. He’d grope you and touch you everywhere, ex vent into your ear, giving you a sign at the most unexpected time that he wants you then and there.
He has a LOT of pent up stress so you’d be his stress outlet. His foreplay is a bit dry to be honest but he’d learn his way with you.
Even though his roughness can result in not caring about your pleasure at all, he’d still make your eyes roll in the back of your head.
Soon he’d realize how good you actually make him feel as he’d lean and kiss you (your lips, torso or back/neck, depends on the position which don’t matter to him as long as he’s on top).
Would definitely mark you all over with his servos because he tends to grope HARD. He also loves seeing the outline of his spike on your stomach as he couldn’t help but press onto it and feel it move in and out of you.
His aftercare is very poor too. At first you’d get intimate as if it’s a one night stand. He’d leave almost immediately or the next morning without even saying anything.
He’d isolate himself as first, making you feel as if he’s using you as a toy but in the end everything would come together and he’d give himself to you.
He’d still keep his formality at times. Getting intimate with him would probably be the only time he’d express his emotions as much as possible even though it really isn’t much.
This could go on either forever or fall apart after some time… Depends on you.
Dividers belong to @baexywth and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more 🍓
@k----a27s helped me with Bulk, Bee and Smokey! ❤️
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I finally did the thing I’ve been threatening to do for ages. I drew a quaint little infographic for the LU/LoZ timeline. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am *not* affiliated with jojo, the original creator of the Linked Universe. This is not guaranteed to be LU accurate. I do not have access to her plans.
What I do have is a decade and a half of Zelda headcanons and a finished file of nearly every Zelda game.
I love jojo’s AU precisely because it fits so well with canon, while making some very fitting changes. This is a tiny humble tribute to LU, the fandom, and the LoZ franchise. I hope this helps at least one person write even more amazing fics and draw even more amazing art. I’m looking forward to it <3.
Key:
Each blue circle is a game
The circles that intersect directly with their corresponding Link’s icon are the ones that are canonically attributed to that Link
The circles that are close to a Link’s icon without intersecting are canonically different Links, but the same Link in LU
The white numbers are their release order, counting the game’s first release.
Notes:
Legend’s 2nd, 3rd, and 4th games are interchangeable in order, as long as the Oracle games remain adjacent. The order there is my preference.
FSA is on this diagram twice. It is canonically after TP, but I think it makes way more sense in LU to place it after FS so I’ve placed it there as well. I hypothesize— you guessed it— more time shenanigans.
Warriors’ game isn’t canon, but afaik most LU fans (myself included) believe it was the catalyst for the timeline convergence. I’ve seen other interesting interpretations for the convergence as well though.
Spirit Tracks is a special case, because unlike Legend and Four with their respective merge games, Wind has never shown signs of being from ST. I’ve given ST to Wind in this diagram, but I personally like to believe Spirit is his own hero, and he’s just not on the journey due to geographic differences— he’s the only hero who has never saved Hyrule proper, so he’s technically not a Hero of Hyrule.
Let me know if you see anything I might have gotten wrong, or any differing headcanons you might have, in the comments! I’m down to hear it!
Edit: You can now get stickers and pins of these little Link icons over here at Redbubble! Is that okay? I hope that’s okay.
Triple Sticker Sets: here, here, and here
Individual Stickers/Pins: here
#linked universe#lin draws#lu four#lu legend#lu time#lu twilight#lu hyrule#lu sky#lu warriors#lu wind#lu wild#lu timeline
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20 Qs for fic writers
@writing-intheundercroft you’re so Julia ✨ thanks for the tag
How many works do you have on AO3? 9️⃣
What's your total AO3 word count? 195,627
What fandoms do you write for? Hogwarts Legacy but I do have Tedromeda in the works 👀
Top five fics by kudos? Whatever it Takes, In the Shadow of Us, Everything with you, Bludgered, A different kind of wager
Do you respond to comments? Yes - I love responding to comments! I’ve made some really good friends getting to know people that way 💕
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ‘Playing God’ by far. My only fic without any kind of happy ending
What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All my other fics are happy endings (if a tad bittersweet). I’d say my ‘ItSoU’ has the most fleshed out ending. Most of my one shots are smut so those are some very happy endings 😂
Do you get hate on fics? No - thankfully.
Do you write smut? every device I own is haunted by Sallow cock
Craziest crossover? The Secret history x Hogwarts Legacy
Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of
Have you ever had a fic translated? no - but that would be a vibe
Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nothing published but most of willow shipping is just the girlies cooking together (personal fave is this crack ship has a Dentist AU)
All time favorite ship? Willow 5 eva’
What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? So many! I’m struggling rn with the 2nd chapter of playing god, a Xmas Dad!Seb fic I haven’t touched in months and there’s a fluff fic in drafts called ‘Owl Post’ which will probably never see the light of day.
What are your writing strengths? I think I write quite good metaphors and similes? Also angst. Lots of angst
Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I headcanon Seb as bilingual so I do pepper in the odd phrase in some of my fics (and probably do a terrible job of translating it).
First fandom you wrote in? Drabble for twilight when I was like 12 lol. HogLeg is my first proper fandom writing experience in all honesty.
Favorite fic you've written? This is a hard one. On opposite sides of the spectrum I love my shortest fic ‘Petulant’ I like the smug Seb I wrote and men falling in lakes. On the flip side, my longest fic ‘In the Shadow of Us’ was a labour of love. I’ve never written anything that long let alone finished it and think I improved as a writer because of it.
No twentieth question - but to continue the positive vibes. I love HogLeg fandom, it’s the first time I’ve ever had the confidence to publish any writing or finish anything I’ve started. I’ve made so many lovely friends and I’m so pleased I stopped just lurking on AO3.
No pressure tags💕: @sebastianswallows @cuffmeinblack @thetotomoo @adylorewrites @peanutslore @kaidynsarell
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Cha cha cha / It's crazy it's party comparison
@tmrwds post and @izpira-se-zlato addition gave me brainworms. @kylla-kylla also saw the connection between ICIP and CCC and I saw their post after I started writing this. So I'm definitely not alone in being insane. Thus here is my own rant about It's Crazy it's Party.
Notes:
ICIP lyrics transcript taken from @koppitules on twt, translation taken from a Käärijä discord
CCC lyrics and translation from lyricstranslate.com
Disclaimer: This analysis is purposefully exaggerated/dramatic in order to highlight contrast. I do think Jere loves his job and career, ICIP is definitely a fun song in which you can find (or not) a deeper meaning, it's up to your interpretation. I just love angst lol please don't come at me I'm sensitive 🤡😭
(ps. sorry to all the people I tagged. You don't have to interact with this, I just wanted to give proper credit)
Let's start. Bear with me being cringe.
First verse
At the beginning of CCC, we see how partying is reserved for the weekend - it's something cathartic after a long week of responsibility and worries, it's an outlet for stress and negativity. The world can't scare him no more, as he mentions later in the song, now that he's having fun.
In ICIP, people have pointed out how the first verse reminds them of CCC, musically wise. This is definitely on purpose, the main difference lies in the lyrics. Here Jere reveals that partying now it's an everyday thing. It's an endless circus of traveling despite everything, he's the cog in a machine bigger than him. The world that seemed so tiny compared to the fun, is now scary - the party is now and tomorrow and 365 days a year, in Finland and even abroad. As if there was no safe place. He can't escape it and it's overwhelming to the point "you'll feel it in your hair and your ass" (honestly, weird phrasing, but it gets the point across I guess?). Either way, this party is almost ineluctable.
Chorus
In the CCC chorus he says he wants to forget about the pains of daily life by getting wasted and drinking with both hands on as many drinks as he can hold, until he won't even be able to get up. Honestly, although this doesn't seem like a healthy coping mechanism (but I'm none to judge), it does look willing and deliberate - he makes the choice of getting drunk on the weekend. He's in control of when the party happens.
In ICIP instead the chorus is shorter, and quite tautological: crazy is crazy, party is party, and life is life, you know? (see @tmrwds for a cultural insight on the "elämä on laiffi" phrase). There's a different feeling in this chorus, the singing is soft and maybe even a bit sexy but the lyrics hold a touch of resignation in between. This party is not a deliberate choice anymore, Jere doesn't get to choose when his life is crazy/party and when he gets to rest.
CCC 2nd verse / ICIP Tommy's verse
Without need for lyrics, also because most people have a hard time understanding what Tommy was singing live, I'll talk about this in brief. I chose to include it because Jere himself sang some parts of it during the live - mostly echoing, but still.
In CCC, Jere parties almost alone. Well, it's implied that there's more people to that party but the song is about him, his own liberation from stress and whatever thing was keeping him bound and off the dancefloor. There are no explicit references to other people.
In ICIP instead, Tommy sings about a club in which they enter and people go crazy. They talk about sex in a rather crass way, probably for kicks, but as mentioned in @tmrwds post, it could definitely hint at the wrong kind of attention Jere is receiving. People in his DMs and probably even in person are making more or less explicit advances on him, surely unsolicited, but it's part of the party.
And Tommy invites Jere to party with him (that modulated voice parodically reminds me of the beginning of Barbie Girl by Aqua). Jere says yes, of course he wants to party with him, right here right now (no matter the day, or his condition, does he really have a say in it?)
Another thing I'd like to point out:
Jere in CCC mentions "it's hard to talk when this different side of me does its part" / Tommy in ICIP mentions how the alcohol makes it hard to think (obviously, but I'm clinically insane and I see intertextuality everywhere) - so, basically, the "side of him" Jere talks about in CCC renders him carefree, maybe happy, definitely free of burdens. In ICIP, this "part of him" seems to have taken complete control to the point Jere can't tell himself from it.
Last part of ICIP
"Let's go party" leads to a countdown - inexorable and short, leaving everyone little time to get ready. The song explodes like a bomb, reminds me of a breakdown in a Korn song. The bass hammers hard and everyone is jumping, hearts bursting, everything is out of control. To quote @izpira-se-zlato , there's an apocalyptic feeling to it. Jere can't do anything but let himself be engrossed without a chance to escape. Which he can't, lest he gives everything up.
Where CCC was party metal with a touch of eurodance, ICIP definitely belongs to an insane rave. It reminds me of Dutch hardstyle, dubstep and a touch of eurodance until the end, which screams industrial/nu metal to me, only adding to the concept of hammering and exhausting work/lifestyle.
We could say that It's Crazy it's Party is the Välikuolema to Cha Cha Cha's Viuliunkieli, in a way.
Jere is a storyteller in most of his songs, and it's clear he likes such narratives to carry on between different tracks (i.e: I think the Viulunkieli/Välikuolema narrative carries on to Morgan), so it's only fair to assume the two songs combined tell a whole story.
Further speculation: Jere has often said he's really tired in this precise moment - the relentless touring throughout summer is obviously taking a toll on him, no matter how much he can love what he does. It would be exhausting for anyone. Plus, the "ghost" of ESC follows him everywhere: sometimes I get the feeling many people perceive him as the CCC-guy rather than the complete artist he is, so maybe he's trying to change this.
As many people already said, the story Mikke posted with the grave being dug could hint at the burial of green-bolero-Käärijä. I don't believe Jere is denying the fame and good things it has brought, but he's probably willing to turn the page and carry on with something new (and probably take a long, well deserved break). Or maybe the MV will just be homoerotic softp-rn featuring a grave, WHO KNOWS. I just know I can't wait to see what's next. I love ESC-Käärija (without CCC I wouldn't even be aware of his existence, so I'm forever grateful) and that love will forever be a part of me, but I also welcome this change with open arms in hopes to see him grow more and more.
Conclusion: the speculation is very real and material and I am very very cringe <33
#käärijä#jere pöyhönen#kaarija#cha cha cha#it's crazy it's party#ccc#icip#meta#song analysis#music#eurovision#tommy cash
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The Lucas greys shot was so cute,just curious can you do a part 2 possibly. I love the Lucas Amelia link bond and Lucas and scout cousin cuteness please. Also makes me wonder if he ever told any of his add learning of it. ?
ADHD Reveal (Lucas Adams and Amelia Shepherd ADHD Imagine)
Age Rating: 12+
Chapters: One of One
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Canon Episode: Between Season 19 Episode 17 and 18
AN: Hey guys I know I’m late responding to this request but I’ve been busy with school and other one shots. I learned that October is ADHD awareness month so I thought it would be a perfect time to write this considering the theme. Like and reblog below and let me know what you think.
Summary: Amelia finds out her nephew Lucas has ADHD after accidentally ingesting his medication mistaking it for Aspirin. When she confronts him, he unloads his frustrations on her and their family for missing this.
Words: 5066
April 1st, 2023
“Adams!” Lucas Adams turns to find his chief resident, Amber DeLuca, inside the locker room holding a tablet ready to start the day, “You’re with me and Hunt today in the ER lets go.”
Lucas nods and quickly grabs his aspirin bottle to put inside his lab coat pocket. It’s not for a headache, it’s secretly storing his ADHD medication that he was recently prescribed two weeks ago with Nick Marsh’s help.
Ever since he found out he was neurodivergent Lucas felt everything come into clear focus on why no matter how hard he tries his mind wonders elsewhere. But with it comes a frustration not towards himself but towards his family. In a massive family of doctors how can a kid with clear signs of ADHD be dismissed as a problem child?
“Question Adams is today gonna be a busy or slow day in the ER?”
Lucas snaps out of his dark question to focus on his job that he hopes he can improve on now that he’s taking proper treatment and his focus is becoming more acute.
“Um doesn’t it usually vary?”
“It does.” Amber confirms, “But on April fool’s day the stupidity of the human race reaches heights even TikTok can’t record. Today people pull dangerous and straight up deadly pranks on others and guess who takes care of the damage.”
“First responders?”
“Who take them to us so we can make sure they live to see April 2nd. Now this is a popular prank, The Surfing Challenge, what are the common injuries from a teen riding a car like a surfboard?”
“Fractured pelvis, broken bones, road rash and brain injuries.”
“Correct, you’re with me all day. Any major traumas I have you will be by my side. Now normally I would request either Griffith or Kwan on my service but I personally requested you.”
Lucas looks genuinely shocked at that but knowing his boss thinks it’s a joke, “Is this an April fools prank to psych me for today?”
“Surprisingly no. I’ve noticed your improving work performance the past week, your able to multitask without royally screwing up and making mistakes that only a 1st year med student could make.”
Lucas furrows his eyebrows at that, “That was kind of a back handed compliment but thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” Amber states bluntly, “I’m taking you with me to really test you in a high stress environment. And the ER is the busiest room in this whole building. When patients come in, I am gonna point and yell, it’s how I operate so don’t take it personally.”
“I’ve learned not to at this point.” Lucas says as they head down the hall.
“See that is what I am talking about your finally learning, better late than never. I’m either gonna make or break you today so get your head in the game.”
“Yes Dr. DeLuca.” They enter the ER that is mostly empty this morning. Lucas spots an unopened water bottle at the station. He uncaps his aspirin bottle, pops the pill in his mouth before washing it down with the water.
“Incoming trauma two minutes out, gown and glove now!” Amber yells out to Adams who puts his aspirin bottle behind the station by a desktop before joining in on what will surely be a productive day.
Half an Hour Later
“Now you can see why you shouldn’t eat a spoonful of cinnamon.” Amber tells her teen patient who is breathing through an oxygen mask. He has brown smudges on his shirt and mouth that are from taking the cinnamon challenge. Once they opened his airway and cleared his lungs Amber set him up for oxygen therapy.
Adams looks over the chart for the lung function results, “His lungs are inflamed, should we put him on corticosteroids?”
“Let’s ask him.” Amber turns to the patient, “Simon, are you able to breathe without pain? Can you inhale without the mask? Let’s try.”
Simon takes the mask off and inhales causing him to couch violently, and Amber quickly puts the mask back on calming him down.
“Yep, give him 20 mg’s and call his parents they need to know their kid skipped school to eat cinnamon.”
Adams inserts the drug into the IV before going to the station to call Simon’s parents from the phone when he stops. The station is filled with files, tablets and pens but it’s not what’s on it that stops Lucas dead. His aspirin bottle filled with his Adderall prescription is missing.
Lucas quickly gets behind the desk and looks around the clutter for his bottle. He moves papers, puts tablets on top of the desk, and moves desktops to look in the back. His heart races as the gravity of this hits him, his Adderall is missing possibly in the hands of a doctor or nurse who is unknowingly taking speed.
Amber hears the clutter and looks to find her intern behind the desk moving objects around frantically. She sighs at the sight not expecting Lucas Adams to make a mess so soon after their shifts start. Amber turns to the nurse who looks puzzled by the scene as well.
“Monitor him please, I will be right back.” Amber snaps her gloves off and approaches her intern with a stern face. He doesn’t see her coming as he is on the floor of the station looking around the dirty floor.
“Adams I am almost afraid of what the answer might be but I am going to ask, what are you doing?”
Lucas’s head pops up from under, “Somebody took my aspirin, I need to find it.”
“I had high hopes for you today, Adams, it was a first and now it’s the last.” Amber pinches the bridge of her nose, “Aspirin is a dime a dozen ask a nurse to get you another-”
“No I need that bottle!” Lucas exclaims standing up and seeing his boss narrowing her eyes at him.
“Two things, 1. You do not interrupt me again, 2. You will tell me what is so important about that specific aspirin that warrants you to yell at the woman who can fire you with one call. Go.”
Lucas inhales and exhales to keep his anxiety under control before explaining in a hushed voice, “I was diagnosed with ADHD two weeks ago and the neurologist prescribed Adderall to take. I carry it with me inside a bottle of aspirin that I left at this station, and it’s gone which means someone took it with them by mistake.”
Amber stands there frozen for a moment to process before she laughs scaring Lucas who looks at her in shock. She laughs like it’s the funniest thing for a few moments before forming coherent words.
“Y-You’re pranking me, right?” Amber asks with a wide smile, “This is an April fools’ prank, oh Adams you almost gave me a heart attack, good on you.”
Lucas stands there frozen in place with a remorseful face that Amber sees causing her to gulp as her smile begins to die.
“Why aren’t you laughing? Laugh Adams so I know your messing with me, please!” Lucas looks down at his feet in fear causing Amber to frown as she realizes he’s telling her the truth. The chief resident inhales deeply to keep calm so that they don’t raise suspicion before moving closer to the intern asking in a low voice that sends shivers down Adams spine.
“Are you telling me that a doctor or nurse might be taking your ADHD medication by mistake causing them to be impaired and a danger to patients?”
Lucas stands there scared to give an answer that might have him punched. However, he knows silence will ensure his death so he gives a quick nod causing Amber to groan and turn to Owen Hunt who just entered the pit.
“Hunt!” Owen freezes at that shout that he registers as panic, “I need to attend to an emergency outside the pit and I need Adams with me.”
“DeLuca, we got patients, and they need-”
“Hunt I would never ask this of you unless it was life or death you know that and if you look at my face you will see the sheer panic and anxiety that will grow unless you let me go, now!”
Hunt looks shocked by that but complies knowing the resident well enough to see her fear, “I’ll page Parker and Kwan to cover you for the next hour.”
“Thank you.” Amber turns to her intern who looks panicked as well, “You’re with me so you can watch me clean up your mess. Again.”
Later
“It must be a hell of an aspirin to go through this much trouble.”
Amber rubs her eyes at that statement, “Carl you have no idea, just run the footage at 7:13 AM that’s when we got the paramedics with the patient and when my intern put his bottle at the station. And let’s keep this between the three of us unless something horrific happens and I need to get a lawyer, so I don’t lose income for my family.”
Lucas looks down in shame at that comment knowing it would be his fault if Amber got fired for his mistake. Despite how blunt she is and how much she reprimands him, he knows it’s because it’s her job to make sure he does better next time. But even when his focus becomes clear he still screws up. It makes him more frustrated at himself and everyone else around him.
The security guard goes over the security footage of the pit at Amber’s command. Meanwhile, Amber and Lucas are speaking privately a few feet away from the desk. She speaks to Lucas in a low voice so no one can hear them.
“Why do you keep your Adderall in a bottle of aspirin?” Amber asks sternly, “They already have them in orange pill bottles telling people who they’re for and what they are.”
“I-I didn’t want people to find out. I just got diagnosed I’m trying to find my footing and I’m getting used to my meds.” Lucas replies truthfully, “Everybody already thinks I’m a screwup especially my family I didn’t want to give them an excuse to hammer on me more or reasons that explain why I screwed up so much. But I can see that I didn’t think it through.”
“Gee you think?” Amber asks sarcastically causing Lucas to look up in shame. Remorse falls on the resident who tries to mend her words, “Look I am not shaming you for being neurodivergent. Half of my classmates in med school had ADHD, as long as you are finally working on getting treatment you have my support. But you have to understand that accidentally drugging medical professionals is severely frowned upon and could lead to both of us getting fired. Do you understand now why we keep pills in orange bottles?”
Lucas nods, “Yes I understand now it won’t happen again.”
“See to it that it doesn’t.” Amber sighs looking at the tape, “We just have to hope whoever took your aspirin didn’t take any. There! I see someone reaching over the station! Run it again.”
Amber and Lucas lean forward to get a closer look at the footage. They see a woman in a lab coat rubbing her temple and leaning against the station before grabbing the bottle and taking it with her. The footage stops as her face comes to full view revealing it to be Amelia Shepherd.
Lucas sees this and sighs at this unfortunate turn of events, “And it keeps getting better.”
Later
Amber bursts through the surgical doors searching for the chief of neuro. She darts her eyes around the area hoping that Amelia is prepping and not in an OR high on speed. Amber spots Amelia speed walking to the gowning station looking jittery as she takes a pair of booties before sitting down where her leg is shaking against the floor. The chief resident knows what this means causing her to gingerly approach Shepherd.
“Dr. Shepherd.”
Amelia smiles up at the chief resident before responding at hyper pace, “Hey Amber, let me ask you do you ever have one of those days where you have all this energy in your body and you just want to work out until you get it all out? I hate running so my outlet is surgery which is where I’m headed right now. Aneurism clip it’s nothing to it, just go in and out, it’s like when my college roommate had a guy over oof let me tell you she knew the definition of in and out.”
“Okay I need you to be honest with me right now, did you take aspirin this morning?”
“Yeah it didn’t work I still got the headache and I was excited to crush a stuffed crust pizza for lunch but I wasn’t in the mood.”
Amber nods bitterly, “Yep that tracks. Okay my friend you and I are gonna take a nice walk to the attendings lounge, let’s go.” She links her arm to Amelia’s who follows confused.
“But I have a surgery.”
“No you do not, your nephew will explain in a bit just keep walking and maybe don’t talk so much for all of our sakes.” Amelia keeps quiet allowing Amber to guide her to the attendings lounge where Adams is waiting anxiously.
“I-Is she…?” Lucas asks.
“Oh yeah.” Lucas groans at that confirmation. Amber grabs a water bottle from the fridge and hands it to Amelia who paces back and forth high on speed, “Hydrate now.”
“So bossy.” Amelia sips her water and ends up chugging it empty, “Oh wow I needed that, thanks.”
“Yeah, I don’t think your gonna feel thankful with what we’re about to tell you.” Amber turns to Adams who has his hands behind his head leaning against the fridge with a worried face, “Tell her. Your aunt, your mess. I’ll be in the pit when you’re done, I’ll call Link and tell him the situation.” Amber leaves the room with Amelia looking at Lucas confused.
Lucas sighs before getting off the fridge and approaching his aunt with guilt etched on his face. Amelia is still pacing in the room, “Um aunt Amelia…that aspirin you took it wasn’t aspirin it was my Adderall for my ADHD.”
Amelia stops pacing and faces Lucas with a wide-eyed expression, “…What?”
“That was my aspirin bottle you took only I don’t keep aspirin in it I keep my Adderall in it. I was diagnosed with ADHD two weeks ago and I’ve been taking it ever since, I am so sorry.”
Amelia’s bliss extinguishes at this and is replaced with shock, “Lucas! Oh my god! I am high right now! I’m six years sober I am a mom I cannot slip especially not now!”
“I-I-I didn’t think anybody was gonna take it.” Lucas explains clumsily.
“Then why did you keep speed in an aspirin bottle to begin with?!” Amelia asks frustrated, “I almost went into surgery strung out of my mind! I am in people’s brains for a living do you know how much focus and steadiness that requires?”
“I didn’t mean to get you high. And it’s not like you knew I mean doesn’t AA make exceptions for this?”
Amelia scoffs, “Recovery means being sober at all times it’s not like cheating on a diet or skimping on chores, it could mean ruined lives! God how is it you got me involved in your mess again?”
“My mess?” Lucas asks clearly triggered, “You think this is all my fault? I tell you I’m taking meds for my neuro disorder, and you somehow turn it around and make me the Black Shepherd again? Are you freaking kidding me?!”
Amelia is startled by his yelling and he continues, “Did you ever stop to wonder why I’m like this? Hyperactivity, lack of attention, inability to focus, irritated easily, I read all of those symptoms online and it all made sense to me so why didn’t it make sense to all of you?! Everybody called me lazy and stupid even my own family and your freaking doctors, neurosurgeons how could you have missed this?!”
Amelia frowns at this as her frustration passes and guilt settles in as her nephew continues ranting, “You know I get mom and dad and even Uncle Derek but you…you know what it’s like to be different to be seen as messed up and yet you took one look at me and thought the same things they did why?! It’s not like ADHD is rare and you go into people’s brains for a living, neurological issues are yours and Uncle Derek’s main language! Maybe if any of you had seen it and caught it early, I could have gotten treatment, I could have gotten this under control, I could have been something. I could have gotten better grades, got into the best colleges like you and Derek. I could have been a better doctor but instead you like everyone else in my life thought I was stupid, why?!”
Amelia is stunned silent by this struggling to respond causing Lucas to scoff, “You know what forget it, I’m going back to the pit. At least there are people there that don’t think I’m just another lazy idiot.” With that Lucas storms out slamming the door behind him leaving Amelia to stew in her guilt.
That Night
“Okay Scout is down.” Link proclaims as he enters his ex-girlfriends living room where she is sitting on the couch looking at the coffee table in torment, “I’m gonna stay here until you feel better and make sure you call your sponsor. How are you feeling? Are the symptoms subsiding?”
“Mostly.” Amelia answers in a numb tone, “I still feel thirsty, and I still got the headache that’s grown with the knowledge that I just broke my sobriety after six agonizing years.”
Link looks at Amelia in sympathy and sits down on the couch next to her, “You thought it was aspirin, something over the counter. You didn’t intend to get high; you didn’t intend to endanger yourself, your patients or our son. It was an accident, and you won’t do it again.”
Amelia darkly chuckles, “Yeah that’s what I said over ten years ago when I accidentally drank champagne at a friend’s wedding thinking it was ginger ale. (Private Practice Season 4 Episode 20) I played it off as an accident, a mistake and I ended up prescribing myself oxy and waking up to my fiancé who OD’d beside me. I fell until I hit rock bottom and it almost killed me.”
“So, you know not to do that again.” Link encourages, “Because you know if you do your son might have to grow up without a mom around. A good mom who is trying her best even when life throws hurdles at her. You stayed sober after Ryan, you stayed sober after Christopher, you stayed sober during a pandemic. You earned those 6 years, don’t let one accident mess up your progress. You know what happens if you do so I know you won’t do that again, you just have to know that too.”
Amelia looks at Link flattered knowing no matter what they will still love each other even if they are not together anymore. She also knows he will be her cheerleader when she feels the weight of the world on her shoulders, and she will forever appreciate it.
“Thank you.” Amelia sips her water bottle.
“How are you feeling otherwise? Are you okay?”
Amelia purses her lips, “Well I feel good about keeping my sobriety, I didn’t intend to get high and I don’t intend to ever. Although I feel guilt and depressed over being the worst aunt in the entire world so that’s not great.”
“You’re not the worst aunt in the entire world.”
“My nephew says otherwise.” Amelia retorts bitterly, “And why shouldn’t he? I like everybody else in my family thought he was a mess. He never followed instructions, he had to do everything his own way, his grades were barely passable, all that time I never thought there was something to explain why he was like that. I never thought he could have a learning disorder, and I am not only a terrible aunt but a horrible doctor as well. I remove inoperable tumors; I paved the way to cure Parkinson’s and yet I couldn’t see that my nephew was suffering from ADHD.”
“You weren’t the only one who didn’t see it.” Link reminds her, “His mom didn’t see it but then again I met her so I’m guessing she had expectations for her kid bordering on perfection.”
“You have no idea.” Amelia confirms with an exasperated tone, “But I know what it’s like to be considered the Black Shepherd so I could have understood his struggles better. I could have helped him; I could have been his safe haven, but I wasn’t because his mother drove me crazy, and I avoided her except on Christmas and birthdays and Lucas was a casualty. I wasn’t around as much as I should have been, and he suffered because of it.”
“Did you get a degree in diagnosing neuro divergent disorders at the drop of a hat?” Link asks causing Amelia to glare at him, “I’m not trying to be a jerk I am just saying this disorder can be missed even by doctors like you. Maybe you could have caught this if you were around more or maybe you couldn’t, we’ll never know. What happened in the past happened and you can’t change that, that’s what they teach you in AA right?”
“Yeah.”
“How does that saying go? Accept the things you can’t change…”
Amelia inhales and exhales before finishing, “Gain the courage to change the things you can and the wisdom to know the difference.”
“Yeah that’s right, you can’t change Lucas getting diagnosed sooner you and I both know that.” Amelia nods solemnly, “But you can change what happens from now on now that he’s been diagnosed. You can give him the help you wanted to give him when he was younger. Maybe when he sees how hard you’re working to make up for your lack of attention he’ll realize he has a pretty cool aunt on his side. And if he doesn’t then it’s his loss, what do you say?”
Amelia looks at Link in thought before her brain comes up with ideas to help her nephew and make up for her mistakes.
Three Days Later
Lucas is in the living room of what used to be his Aunt Meredith’s house and is how his, Griffith’s and Yasuda’s. He is reading from his flashcards that Nick Marsh gave him to help him study for the ABSITE’s.
Marsh told him it helped him pass with flying colors and thought Lucas could benefit from it as well. Lucas finds this to be true as the medical notes are easy to read with examples to help. He knows even if he caught this too late at least someone like Nick can guide him through it unlike his own family.
He hears the door opening and closing but is deep in his notes to look up, “Did you get any Chinese? I’m starving.”
“No but I brought sushi.” The familiar voice makes Lucas look up to find it’s his aunt Amelia holding up a takeout bag with a guilty face, “I thought it would be the first step in the Aunt Amelia apology train.”
Lucas is stumped by this gesture and almost wants to welcome it. However, he is still angry towards Amelia and feels his outburst was warranted. Their relationship has been fraught since he joined the program, but he feels he can’t forgive and forget knowing she like so many others let him down when he needed help the most.
He looks back down on his notes and replies icily, “I’m not hungry.”
Amelia is not mad, she knows it’s gonna take more than Japanese takeout to make up for her short sightedness, “I get it, I would give the cold shoulder too after what I said the other day. I wouldn’t be so cold and silent though I would be belligerent and give a verbal lashing that could rival yours three days ago.”
“What do you want?” Lucas asks impatiently, “Are you here to try to get me to tell your sponsor that I accidentally got you high so there’s only one screw up in the family?”
“Lucas I could be 20 years sober, and I would still be the screw up in the family.” Amelia retorts half amused, “And my sponsor believed me and didn’t change my sobriety date, so I am good on that front. Now I am moving on to making things right with my nephew who gave me an Oscar worthy speech the other day so to start I am sorry. I will elaborate further.”
Lucas holds his hand up to stop her, “Look let’s not do this. No amount of sorry is gonna change what happened and it’s not gonna make 12-year-old me get diagnosed and treated. Now I am sorry for accidentally getting you high, I can see now orange pill bottles exist for a reason and I will use them from now on. I’m working out to combat the symptoms and I’m improving on my work so much that even Amber DeLuca is impressed. We can work together without any more incidents and outbursts. Let’s just…keep things professional from now on okay? I think it’s best for all of us.”
Amelia looks hurt by this for a moment before gaining the courage to work harder on her apology, “You didn’t mean to get me high; I know that and I also know that me saying your ADHD ruined my life was a low blow. I should have handled it better, I should have taken into account why it took so long for you to get treatment. And your right things could have been different if you had gotten this diagnosed as a kid. Maybe I could have seen it if I was around more when your were a kid. College, med school, residency are all time consuming, and sacrifices were made. Also, your mom has made it her life’s mission to remind me of my mistakes every time I come and visit so that kept me away as well. I think you know as well as I do that your mother, while I love her is not the most likable person to be around for long periods of time. She can be snarky, brash, judgmental, hold on to grudges and just an outright bitch on occasion.”
“Hey!” Lucas snaps looking up with a glare, “Just because I’m mad at her doesn’t mean I’ll stay quiet while you insult her, that’s my mother you’re talking about.”
“And she’s my sister so I get to talk bad behind her back all I want.” Lucas rolls his eyes, “My point is that I can’t change the past short of getting a time machine we can’t diagnose you earlier and support you when you needed it most. The past is in the past and there’s no way to go back and correct all the mistakes we’ve done.”
“You’re really lifting my spirits here.” Lucas remarks sarcastically still reading his notes.
“I can’t change what happened, but I can change what happens moving forward.” Lucas looks up for the first time without venom instead he has curiosity in his eyes, “You say that you could have accomplished more if we caught this earlier, you say that like it’s too late but it’s not. You’re still young, you’re an intern, you’re at the prime of your career where you have so many opportunities to live up to the family name. It’s what you want to do, and I am gonna help you do that because it’s what I would have wanted when I lived in our pedestal family’s shadow.”
Lucas looks at Amelia with tenderness at this offer as she continues, “Now I am working to develop my Parkinsons research and while it’s not nominated maybe it will win me the Catherine Fox award next year. Assisting me on that could pave the path you want and finally show our family screwed up doesn’t mean stupid. What do you say?”
Lucas sighs as his anger begins to subside with this offer. For so long he wanted to be seen as good enough in his family and now his world-class surgeon aunt is offering to help him with that. It makes him want to take her offer, but his loyalty matters more to him.
“I wish I could but I’m already helping Dr. Marsh with his genetically modified pig livers. He’s already nominated, and I hope he wins, it can give people like him and me a role model to look up to.”
Amelia is taken back by this rejection but is oddly pleased with this loyalty from her nephew, “That is very admirable of you. Nick Marsh is a good man, and he helped you when all of us failed you so he more than earned your assistance. He can help you be the surgeon he and I know you can be.”
Lucas nods at this before speaking in comfort, “Well you’re the first person besides Uncle Derek and Nick who said that about me, if that counts for something.”
Amelia grins at this start to a more stable relationship between them before the food calls to her, “Well the offer still stands but until then are you hungry for sushi now? I know it’s not Chinese but I promise I got goodies in here for us both.”
Lucas is enticed by the smell of food as his hunger grows, “What did you get?”
“Yellowtail jalapeno for me, spicy tuna on crispy rice for you and wonton tacos for both of us.”
Lucas salivates at that before putting his notes away, “Okay but I get most of the tacos.”
Amelie chuckles, “You do not want to challenge me on that trust me.” She sits down next to him on the couch taking the food out so they can eat together as a family for what will hopefully be the start of a new and better beginning between them.
#greys anatomy#grey's anatomy#greysanatomy#greysanatomyedit#greysedit#greys anatomy imagine#lucas adams#amelia shepherd#auntie#nephew#family#adhd#adhd awareness#october 2024
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Wandasho event teaser commentary
Question for the ages: is this Emu or Rui? I dunno, maybe by the time I’m done writing this I’ll have a proper conclusion.
First off: balloons! Rui’s emoji in the fandom is the balloon emoji and it was his symbol on the 2nd anniversary merch because one of his hobbies is balloon art.
Next we have a compass, obviously referencing the current WxS of them all trying to move towards and realise their future. Rui has the most conflict over this, and at the end of the last WxS event he mentions that he thinks he has found a way for them all to stay together.
Also there’s a lot of stars which is very much a Tsukasa thing but I highly doubt this’ll be his event moving on.
Then there’s the overall theme park setting. Obviously Emu’s got the strongest and most personal connection to it (see WxS arc 1). I still think you could do more with that idea, like maybe a flashback event that goes more in-depth about her relationship with her grandfather, similar to Vivid Old Tale did for An and Nagi. But then again, this is an arc ender, so there might be a better time for that. Also the ending shot with the theme park at night - her last comm was Starry Sky Orchestra, and it could also be a nod to the night show from Wonder Magical Showtime! that helped her to save the park and keep her grandfather’s dream alive.
However, WxS is also very special to Rui since it gave him somewhere to belong. PXL is like a home for him and WxS, he literally says this in Island Panic. Whatever plan he’s been coming up with behind the scenes seems to involve everyone staying at PXL together because he doesn’t want to leave them (see Curtain Call). So yeah, the park is significant to him too.
But in terms of the song. It doesn’t feel like a Rui comm. At all. It’s so different from all his other comms but it does feel quite a bit like an Emu comm.
Yeah in conclusion I still don’t know. I’ve been asked about what my predictions for the story are a few times already, so I’ll badly summarise them here. If it’s Rui we’re going on his copium arc where he’s probably gonna have to come to terms with the fact that WxS isn’t going to last forever and he has to enjoy the moment. If it’s Emu, Rui’s plan will probably still come up, and it will probably still have the idea of just enjoying their time at the park while it lasts, just more focused on Emu staying behind to carry her grandfather’s dream while everyone else moves on to pursue their own dreams.
#project sekai#speculation#mod talks#i wrote this in several increments because i was writing this in an arcade and using their wifi. it probably lacks flow but whatever#sorry abt that#won 2000 tickets though
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BLCD Review: Nikurashii Kare
Title: Nikurashii Kare (憎らしい彼)
Author/Artist: Nagira Yuu
Shop: CD + Manga
Release Date: 2021/07/23
Cast:
Ono Yuuki x Saitou Souma
Morikawa Toshiyuki
Matsumoto Takuya
Matsui Akiha
Maeda Hiroki
Tonozaki Yuusuke
Horie Shun
Sahara Io
Miyama Mari
Kumagai Mirei
Yamane Masashi
Tamano Shouyo
Miki Shinichiro lmaooo so random
Synopsis: Second installment of the series.
Review Proper
My brain too smooth for this. Don't get me wrong—it's good, but I don't have the patience to sit through three CDs of this. 😂 I fell asleep 5 times. A new record!
It would've been better if Hira just stopped talking to me in formal Japanese 'cause it makes my brain crash. He says a lot of deep things when he can't even grasp the shallowest of concepts. I also have a love-hate relationship with Hira's train of thought 'cause how can he jump to all these conclusions but never the right ones? He's still absolutely sad in the head, but idk, I'm here for it lmaooo.
The same goes with Kiyoi. Like boi, you're the only one with half of a functioning brain here, so idk, use it?
Kiyoi: "I don't wanna be with you anymore."
Hira: *leaves
Kiyoi:
Like in the first BLCD, I still can't figure out if I should feel concerned for him or Hira. I mean, if someone I knew had this relationship, I would personally ask both of them to leave each other and see a shrink. 😂 I dare say that their relationship would be the most normal one there is if Kiyoi wasn't such a tsundere and if Hira was just less of a weirdo.
How are we bringing your parents into this already when you have a wack-ass relationship???
But hey, nothing like a good kidnappin' and one mc almost dyin' to solve communication issues, right?
The things you do, Nagira Yuu.
As usual, the voice work is phenomenal. Saitou Souma won as best voice actor for Kiyoi at the chilchil 2023 awards while Ono Yuuki placed 2nd for Hira. There's just something special about Saitou Souma and Ono Yuuki in Utsukushii Kare. Their chemistry is good and so natural! It's like they bring out the best in each other. I especially love hearing Ono Yuuki come undone under Saitou Souma's Kiyoi but immediately get his revenge in disc 3.
I'm already nominating this as Souma's best match up in 2021. Sorry, Makonyan. Let's see if someone else rises to the challenge.
As for the accuracy...
So I've actually tried listening to this back in 2022. Yes, I'm writing this review in 2024, and this is the very CD that caused my burn out lmaooo. From what I read from the trial, it doesn't start the same as the novel, so I was confused. I didn't take the liberty of buying the whole novel, so I'm not sure if they really do have the same content. They do have the same name, though. Idk. Again, Hira speaks in formal/old Japanese, so the struggle made me put this off. 😅 And it just snowballed from there 'cause I'm loyal to my log. I don't keep up with the manga either, but I think the third volume is still at Utsukushii Kare and not Nikurashii Kare.
Long story short, I can't say if it's accurate to the source material, and I won't be able to recommend read-alongs for both Utsukushii Kare and Nikurashii Kare.
The two installments are equally interesting. Both are jam-packed with nicely paced content. I feel more comfortable with Nikurashii Kare, though, 'cause Hira made me uncomfortable in Utsukushii Kare, while it was Shitara who made me uncomfortable in Nikurashii Kare lmaooo. I loved Hira's little character development here, and I wish I could say the same for Kiyoi.😂The comedy and action were also good, and Moririn's presence made it 100 times better. It might not make my 2021 faves, but it's definitely one of the best-produced ones—it won best BLCD at chilchil 2023 for a reason.
Let's pray to god I survive the third installment. 🤞
#blcd reviews#blcd 2021 reviews#nikurashii kare#ginger records#nagira yuu#ono yuuki#saitou souma#morikawa toshiyuki
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A letter found in the Personal Office of the First Emissary
To the Thalmor Leadership , Recently we have hearing about the Thalmor Leadership here in Skyrim answering letters and questions from those in the province, and hearing that my squad and I figured that we might as well send in some questions of our own, which they will write below this line each. _________________________________________________________ Ylta Snow-Hammer: Why do you do the things you do. Talos worship hurt nobody, and all you have done is kidnap and torture innocents who dared to give praise to the god of their choice in the privacy of their own homes. How can you live with yourselves? Johan Skywalker: Most of our Officers are former veterans of the Great War, and I am curious as to whether or not the Thalmor Leadership in Skyrim are also Veterans, or if you are all just a bunch of overpaid, overly-ambitious bureaucrats eager to earn their wings in peace when they couldn't at war? Isrid Shatterforge: This has been bothering me for years now. We fought a war with you, we lost our God to you, but we don't *know* you. Our Officer, Drakon Indarys, is one of those Dark Elves that live for centuries and he fought against you too. He can name dozens of your Generals and Kinlords and Ladies and Knights he faced personally on the field of battle and in guerilla skirmishes. But even he didn't know who actually the Thalmor are. How they operate. Who leads you. He just wants you to burn. But who *are* you? The boys and I actually have started taking bets on this. Johan thinks that the Queen from the 2nd Era is still leading you. Ylta thinks that that daughter of Queen Barenziah and her husband took over and are trying to conquer the world. My personal theory is that the Thalmor is ruled by a Council system like the Dark Elves, but with a Secret Council above the public one where the real individual leaders actually make the decisions behind the scenes (like three of them? Three feels fitting). Khar gro-Largashbur : The last Thalmor squad I ambushed kept complaining about the robes. Are you a magocracy like those Telvanni of the boss's? Why have they not been killed yet? Wuunfrith the Younger: Why do the Thalmor never seem to wield spears? Or use Horses? They're always transporting prisoners to Northwatch on foot, and it's kind of weirding us out. Just Swords, gleaming golden armor, some magic they're too slow to actually use, and traveling on foot. Also is General Tullius as unpleasant in person as he seems by reputation? Oh and- nevermind, the boss-man is waiting for me to finish, he'll do this thing to get this to you I guess? If he sends a Courier don't forget to tip! _____________________________________________________________ Drakon Indarys: Mark and Recall is such a fascinating set of spells, it's a shame that so many in this era have forgotten how they work.
Do answer my squad's questions promptly, impertinent and ignorant though they may be, they get easily excited these young soldiers. With *pleasant* regards, Squad Atronach and Officer Drakon Indarys.
Elenwen: It's been some time since we've last heard from you, Sera Indarys. I hope the Stormcloaks have been treating you well. During our last meeting, I sent my regards to your Jarl. I gave you my assurances that the Thalmor would maintain our neutrality in this dreadful war and we are ready to establish diplomatic ties with any future government of Skyrim. I must treat this parcel of questions in good faith as the start of that process. However, If you are truly interested in establishing dialogue between the Aldmeri Dominion and the people of Stormcloak-controlled Skyrim, the proper procedure would be to invite a representative of the Dominion to Windhelm with guarantees of safe passage and diplomatic immunity. That representative could discuss these matters in full and provide answers immediately to any follow-up inquiries. Surely that would be more efficient than sending us reams of accusatory questions from every Nord soldier you know? However, in the interests of stabilizing this delicate new diplomatic relationship, we will answer these questions. Thank you for supplying us with your squad's names so we can personally address each questioner.
To Ylta Snow-Hammer: Ondolemar: Your assertion that "Talos worship hurt nobody" is false. The Talos cult has encouraged division, hatred, and violence among the people of Tamriel for centuries. That tendency has been restrained and somewhat tempered by the priests of the so-called "Nine Divines" but now that Imperial institutions have returned to their ancestral Belief in the Eight, it is only the dangerous fanatics who still hold to Talos.
But I doubt I could convince you of this. The study of Tamriel's history must be difficult in your circumstances. Windhelm is not famed for its great libraries or its well-educated populace. I'm not even sure you know how to read, or if your Dunmer commander is reading this response to you.
to Johan Skywalker Elenwen: Both I and Commander Ondolemar served during the war. We saw death and destruction on both sides. How sad that you dismiss the value of diplomacy in favour of the horrors of war. to Isrid Shatterforge: Ondolemar: Your commander could have answered most of these. I assure you he knows that Queen Ayrenn died in the Second Era, and is wasting your time by not answering your speculations. He has discussed the Thalmor with me on many occasions, during his regular visits to Markarth and at one of the Ambassador's Haafingar soirées. Elenwen: Perhaps his memory is failing. Sera Indarys, this might refresh your memory on the make-up of the Thalmor Council. Ondolemar: Ylta Snow-Hammer confirms my previous assumption that she is historically illiterate. How else could she come to the conclusion that the Dominion is led by Empire-loving cronies of the last Septims? And yet, she is absolutely confident in the truth of her historical opinions about the Talos cult. I despair of these Nords yet again. Elenwen: Do not despair, Commander. Further education is definitely needed, but we have seen in Cyrodiil and High Rock the good effects of our instruction to the populace. Skyrim will follow.
to Khar gro-Largashbur Elenwen: No, Alinor is not a mageocracy. We are ruled by scholars. Unlike you, we do not believe that the capacity to inflict violence makes a great leader. The Wise are given more honour here than hereditary princes, fighters, or landowners. Many great scholars are mages, but others are brilliant theologians, jurists and natural historians.
to Wuunfrith the Younger
Elenwen: This war and the dragon crisis have certainly created the same shortages for you. Supply chains have been broken, merchants are murdered and their goods lost, pirates rule the Sea of Ghosts, and there are few horses to be had in this country for love or money. We are learning together a bitter appreciation for the days of peace. General Tullius is a soldier, not a diplomat. I do not expect him to make pleasantries. Nor do I work with the General, if that's what you believe. He is a soldier of a foreign country, the same as you are. None of you are the Dominion's enemies unless you choose to be. Some final words to Sera Indarys
Elenwen: Mark and recall are not so forgotten as to be unopposed. For your future reference, we have brought over mirror logicians to oversee security. Ongoing diplomatic correspondence will have to go through the courier system.
#thalmor#tesblr#Elenwen can now tell everyone the Stormcloaks are opening diplomatic relations with the Dominion#get some folks riled up about you for “betraying” the Stormcloaks like this#just another day of Elenwen making problems for everyone
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July
hello friends!!! i am sorry (again) for the late post (again) this time i'm distracted by making sure i watch all of my favorite sport branches in the Olympics 😂 i swear i had like, a draft for July and had been thinking about it on the last ten days of July but then boom the Olympics took my attention away! literally writing this as i watch the men's sports climbing qualifying and wait for artistic gymnastics to start 😂😂😂
so... for a starter... July might be... a start of something new? :) not going to elaborate further but i'm glad i get to experience again something i haven't felt for so long, wherever this will end up as. i don't mean it to be cryptic but: life can hold its mysteries only to reveal it at the most specific time? 😂 it's all casual fun still, but what is life if it's not to enjoy every chance you seize to the fullest!? 😉
went to Bandung again at the first weekend of July, always a good time in one of my fav cities. i'd say Bandung can be my favorite city if only the local govt devised a proper integrated public transportation system, Jakarta still superior with MRT-Transjakarta-Jaklingko-KRL combo. attended a wedding, had a superb time, got to see my fav person too... :) had my routine that is trying new restaurants (Gormeteria, a good 85/100 from me and Lao Ban with 80/100) and of course a bit of refreshing morning walk! anyways i left my heart in Bandung and i will always be so excited to visit :)
also Penang story is due now! spent 6 days in Malaysia for the very first time and it was not even in Kuala Lumpur 😂 so there's this orthodontics seminar there, held by the Malaysian Association of Orthodontists at Georgetown, Penang and me along with five others were accompanying our profs. to save money, the six of us rented an apartment ten minutes away from the venue (which is a 5-star hotel we couldn't afford lol) actually had lots of fun, and i'm so glad all of us have the same personality that spending 24x6 hours together was just an experience full of laughter! tried some of local foods, visited and took pics at the Penang Street Art, the rest was just us exchanging stories at our apartment 😂
July is the first out of two months (summer-like) break and i love i get to do nothing most of the time... i can catch up on films, dramas, series, Olympics games, f1, motogp, and reading while just relaxing. IAO dance rehearsals also going smoothly, a nice weekly exercise for me who don't do workouts much (unless you count house chores???) i just love day-offs i can do whatever i want hehehe
next month on August it'll still be 2nd semester break and i'm kinda nervous now because i heard 3rd semester i'll start handling patients, excited but yeah, nervous!!! good news about August is that my Brisbane based cousin will move back to Indonesia next week! can't wait to be reunited with her 😁
i suppose that's all for July, praying for more good things to come. see you in August post!
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1.Showdown On My Sombrero
A Sky Longing For Memories
"You have explicitly, expressed your contempt for me, You have got student loans to pay and can't risk alimony"
Nah, I am not writing a song lyrics, like I have even changed the first line cause even I am not interested in matrimony or stuff close to that, however the idea of having someone you like or can like, someone you can claim that when you go home you'll ask her out. Sometimes that someone can provide you a little hope and dream and a way to feel less miserable when you are suicidal. That sight of someone leaving actually hurts the most on the last day of school. Factually speaking I have got one more day to go to school as I have got an exam on 2nd April but its of a minor subject that only 25 out of 2-300 students had opted. So she'll not be coming . She has different subjects so she did not even come on 9th the day I saw most of my friends for last time. She has got an exam on 19th but I don't think I should go solely to meet her. After all I' ve got some self respect. Nah, actually I have not but I am haughty and if she was interested in me even half as much I was in her, she should have asked me out. I wouldn't have said no. Maybe. I wrote her messages. She didn't reply to any of them. None was informal, none was mentioning the sky I dream to go to with her. All were formal asking her to bring her books or whatever asking her to prepare for her part in the group activity we were in. Actually there were three of us and the other boy. Ah I so much love the classic love triangle .Thomas hardy wrote one with it- Far from the madding crowd.
"... and whenever I look up, there will be you."
She might be Everdene for me but I was none of her two lovers. I was the third wheel who watched all of it happen as if I had no say in the story-a proper NPC.A gal and a guy are talking in a room or in a walkway about physics ,chemistry or work .Suddenly a wild bidoof appears, and they stop talking, try to go away excuse themselves out. Bidoof texts the girl that he'll do this and that work and she'll do that work ,girl doesn't see even after being online. Sees it after a day, doesn't care to reply. Bidoof stops talking to her. Bidoof talks to the other guy who is a genuine friend and was a friend even before the gal arrived to know more about progress of work. The project is finished, group wins but gal talks and celebrates with guy. Bidoof also joins in. They talk for sometime. Go and collect award. Boy goes on to talk with other competitors and does no talk with team. Alpha male asks him to click his photos, he does but has no further talk. On the outset alpha is a general guy and bidoof has come to like him and respect him for he has also earned his place as one of the top 3 representing the school but so has bidof. Now what?
If you've been a third wheel before you know you are that bidoof. You are in team and you were critical at junctures , but no ONE cares. Actually one person cares and it's you Bidoof. MAKE SURE YOU DON'T CARE ANY LONGER , bidoof.
How do we fall in love-that would warrant another blog post. How love was manufacture d by durex to sell more condoms? And lawyers to make up reasons for women to marry men and take up half of their money when brain stops producing enough dopamine, oxytocin and like. And guys like Hardy and Dickens and Shaw and Shakespeare milked it to generate money. I might throw your pop musicians in as well for a good measure. Dylan, The Beatles, Cash, Smiths all talked of love even when they were in protest era, Even Vietnam vets CCR didn't shy from a song like that. And among fortunate son, Proud Mary and related stuff the most popular Creedence Clearwater Revival video is this one. Even most indie songs are of love as if you have nothing better to think about but about it, I'll talk next time.
I'll come up with more stories about her and love is something that makes a man drunkard or author. I didn't get to experience any of it in high school so at least I got to write out a few stories of encounters I had with her to make up for lost time and opportunities to be happy
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#school memories#first love#crush#love#heartbreak#creedence clearwater revival#first post#college#memories#trauma#Youtube
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@kjack89 Congrats on the amazing 10 years!!!
I'm late and that's because I've just finished my final and finally had enough time to do something!
so here are 3 pieces of works of my calligraphy practice (if the mess are qualified to be called calligraphy) and the contents are excerpts from your fics!
the first is the letter Courfeyrac wrote to Marius in Dreams Mingled with Happiness, but only a little part of the original letter due to the limited space and my free time :( but hopefully one day I'll manage to do the complete version if you permit it!
2nd the sweet and cute fluff in Conference
and 3rd a contrastion about Grantaire's story with the reality (that hurts😭)
hope you can forgive me for writing them without permission and like it! though I'm not very good at the calligraphy and especially bad at photography, which leads to the most heartbreaking part that after finishing the writing, I found it impossible to present what it really looks like with my poor phone camera, and please believe that it looks thousands of times better than the photo😭 but I just could let you see it in person through the Internet🥺
Actually I've just met you for not a long time, but how the world can be changed with just one burst of light but you and your fics have brought a lot for me! it's not something crashing through but feels like some tiny but mighty comfort and company that always lies there, whenever I want. The feeling of having you in the fandom or at least in my world, is somewhat similar to the feeling of thinking of the warm bed in freezing winters——even thinking about it make everything around me suddenly bearable and even pleasant. Your fics have literally lit up many of my days and weeks and months and more than words can convey.
and a little thing in addition, I've been planning on do some translation to Chinese on some of your fics and have actually started to try a little (sorry without permission again!!) but haven't posted any yet because translation, to some extent, is just like the photography, in which I can never get the point I want and make myself satisfied :( and a bad translation may be irresponsible cuz it may even cause misunderstanding for the original author so I'll just keep practice and maybe one day when I'm at last satisfied I will post it (of course with the proper credit and link!) the coincidence is that I'm also preparing for the test of certificate on English-Chinese translation! so I wonder if it'll be ok for me to do the translation after I'm qualified enough:P
that's all! thanks for your patience about my blathering and congratulations on your achievements again! wish you a good day! <3
#still sad about my incapable camera#are there any way for you to see them in person?#and yeah they are from the top 10 fics you listed!#a long time ago though#maybe I can finish the rest if you like#never say never#like you said#I'm talking too much!#will that work? I'm not sure#I'm unfamiliar with the app still#sorry for the potential bother or insult!#but love you anyway <3
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Not so Doctor Who Legacy
So, Zoot loves legacies and she loves Doctor Who so it only seems natural she would want to combine them. And if you pay attention to my many legacies you know I've started this already so I thought I'd finally share. We are obviously not complete since I've been writing the rules as I watch the show from the beginning (it's been one heck of a binge).
Now there is already a very awesome Time Lord Challenge for the Sims out there but it's not really my thing. I love legacy play and would much rather have my challenge reflect each Doctors personality in different generations rather than in just one sim.
That's where the Time Lords Path of the Doctor comes in. Initially I was just going to use this plan straight out as the legacy but then my brain got thinking.
Why can't I take the concept and make it my own? Complete with rules along the way.
Thus, the Not so Doctor Who Legacy was born!
Obviously, huge inspiration is coming from the Not so Berry challenge here. At least in the generational requirements stuff and somehow I've got the first couple gens following the same careers. It wasn't intentional it just kind of happened that way.
They just fit the doctors!
This is based on my own interpretations of each doctor and will hit most packs so not really base game friendly. I chose to make my doctors famous that decision however is entirely yours.
Like in Not so Berry you can start out wherever you want but no cheating after that so keep those bill's in mind when picking your starter lot.
Any gender, its your doctor.
Keep a memento from each doctor. A picture or photo of them or just something they created.
If the rules seem abnormally specific that is because they are and I was trying to get myself to do things I usually don't. Plus slow myself down on baby making and just getting to know the sims.
But anyways without further ado here we go:
A Not so Doctor Who Legacy
Generation One
In loving memory of William Hartnells stern, mysterious yet family loving 1st doctor.
"Eh? Doctor who? What's he talking about...?"
You're a famous scientist with the brains to back up that ego of yours. Yet despite your many brilliant discoveries the one thing you struggle with is being a good parent. Which it turns out is your true desire in life.
- genius, self absorbed, hot head
- master scientist career
- master super parent aspiration ]
- master logic, parenting and one skill based on lovers traits (ie. violin for a music lover)
- have a child with coworker before you're in a relationship
- cannot have child until at least halfway through career (level 5)
- cannot marry until you learn all of your lovers traits and are halfway through the skill you learned to impress them
-make an enemy at work (this sims family will forever plague your own)
- make sure all of your work inventions are completely upgraded
- dress style: prim and proper(always dressed to the nines)
- 1-3 kids
- any spare children must find the perfect life partner before they can leave the house
Generation Two
In loving memory of Peter Troughtons cosmic hobo 2nd doctor.
"People spend all their time making nice things and then other people come along and break them!"
You love people. All you've ever wanted to do is make the world a better place for you and your family. Which sadly, is not as big as you'd like. Many friends have come and gone from your life but your child is always by your side no matter what.
- slob, music lover, family oriented
- friend of the world
- charity organizer in the political career
(does not need to be mastered, your focus is your child and self made family - friends)
- master comedy, violin and another instrument
- your postcard collection starts here , get your first postcard (collect one every generation from now on)
- protest at least once a week
- always have dinner as a family
- never marry
- can only have one child
There are two options to acquire this child.
*preferred method, be abducted and have your child from this otherworldly encounter
(It is possible for females to be impregnated thanks to mc and the satellite from generation 1 could help with the abduction process)
This child should always wear a disguise.
Now if you dont want to go the alien route I have provided an alternative
alternate method - your best friend hates children but after a one night stand the two of you have a child but they do not want anything to do with the child
(may remain friends but that is up to you, they just can no longer be romantic)
- your enemy dies in your presence (child of previous generations enemy)
- dress style: bow ties, hats, baggy and holey clothes
Generation Three
In loving memory of John Pertwees action packed dandy of a 3rd doctor.
"I sometimes think that military intelligence is a contradiction in terms."
Somehow your home has never felt like home. Your parent absolutely loved you but very much sheltered you from life. You seek to see all that life has to offer and maybe just maybe find somewhere that feels like home.
- active, snob, self assured
- complete renaissance sim aspiration
- master barista or scout career as a teen
- work in military as a young adult and continue to hide alien form (optional: attend university to be an astronaut at the same time)
- once your rocket is built (and or received a degree or got the job option from a phone call) join the astronaut career and never hide your true form again
- build 'Bessie' your spaceship fully upgrade her and visit another world
- if you did not go the alien route last generation you must move to a different neighborhood as well
- master handiness, rocket science,fitness and rock climbing
- dole out firm punishments on your children - you have your rules they must learn
- (optional) marry a witch or wizard
- master the rock climbing wall
- climb to the top of Mt. Komorebi
- have a light saber fight with your families enemy
- 1 - 3 children
- dress style: dressed to the nines like generation 1 but with flair! A bold color splashed into an otherwise sensible outfit or a cape
Generation Four
In loving memory of Tom Bakers erratic, brilliant and ever exploring fourth doctor.
"I'm a very dangerous fellow when I don't know what I'm doing."
Here's the thing: you are perfectly aware that you're just some form of entertainment for someone behind a screen somewhere. None of these so called sims believe you when you tell them they're out there. So you know what you're going to do?, you're going to make this as entertaining as possible, for you of course everybody else better strap in its gonna be a wild ride.
- erratic, clumsy, dog lover
- master jungle explorer aspiration AND spellcraft and sorcery AND a star wars aspiration of your choice
- must be born a spellcaster
(If second parent isn't one use a story element to account for it and use mc to make them one as a toddler)
- never have a job
- have a magic dual with your families enemy
- must own a dog from young adult on (can get one earlier if desired)
- master baking, pet training and comedy
- have an adventure (invite out) weekly with your best friend
- explore space with your parents rocket at least once a week
- marry someone down right jaw dropping
- clone yourself
- have three kids but spread them out. 1st is the parents best friend, 2nd not born until 1st child is a teen - this kid is pretty opposite of their parent, 3rd (heir) cannot be born until 2nd child is a kid.
- dress style: a scarf or a hat in every outfit, earth tones
- (optional) own a bakery or a restaurant specializing in deserts (jelly babies)
Generation Five
In loving memory of Peter Davisons doctor with the childlike optimism and a passion for cricket.
"The trouble with time travel is one never seems to find the time."
Your parents never paid too much attention they were far more interested in fun and exploration after all they didn't think this was the real world. And although technically you had a big family you were never all home at the same time. To you it just felt empty, as a child you surrounded yourself with friends to try to fill that empty feeling. But as an adult you think it would be even better to fill it with family.
- bro, childish, outgoing
- master social butterfly as a kid and big happy family as an adult (optional party animal secondary aspiration)
- master athlete career (sports)
- have a club with all your childhood friends that meets every week (bowling team anyone?)
- throw a party every week (man this generation is friendly)
- master fitness, bowling and robotics
- go to university to become an engineer but dropout when you are drafted into professional sports - just complete your next goal before you leave school
- build a servo and teach it to be self sufficient (2nd part can be done after you start your sports career)
- have at least 3 kids (but why stop there)
- children rules: one is a homebody who never wants to leave but you must guide them on their true path (help them find their calling career and/or play match maker) another child just craves independence, they leave as soon as they become a young adult but they just can't make it on their own and return as an adult
- after an altercation with your families enemy in front of your kids any spare children still at home must leave
- (optional) a child dies prematurely
- (optional) adopt a child
- (optional) doctors death by disease (rodent fever or jungle disease)
- dress style: sporty with eccentric accessories
Generation Six
In loving memory of Colin Bakers loud justice seeking and highly misunderstood doctor.
"I may be behaving like a manic barometer, but don't shrug off help when it's offered. You can't afford to."
After seeing your parents great fight (or death) it leaves an undeniable mark on your psyche. You're rude, brash and have no time for those not as smart as you. Yet despite this you believe strongly in justice and will fight for anyone in need - even if you don't really like them.
- paranoid, hot headed, cat lover
- master the academic aspiration
- master debate and charisma
- own white and bengal cats (because no cat lover ever owns just one)
- greet everyone lesser than you (think those God awful townies) with a rude introduction. The conversation can then be friendly but peoples initial impressions must be off putting
- earn a distinguished language and literature degree from Britechester
- join the Debate club and secret society
- must live on campus
- master lawyer career
- meet your future spouse in debate club - (initially you dont get along but over time and a chance encounter years later fall in love)
- this doctor must be famous (5 stars)
- use fame shine at all times
(You dont care if people like you but they must pay attention and always be aware of your presence)
- (optional - (because I dont know how it would work in game) have your families enemy save you
- dress style: bold colors mismatched until a graduate then can switch dapper and dark solid outfits
- have 1 to 2 kids
Generation Seven
In loving memory of Sylvester McCoy's entertaining, non violent but really quite sad and devious doctor.
"Happiness is nothing unless it exists side by side with sadness. Two sides, one coin."
Following in your parents footsteps you are quite well known. Which is great because you are a natural entertainer. You begin your life by riding on your fame as an actor. But your naturally devious personality catches the eye of those who could use someone like you in more secret enterprises. And you will do anything to blot out the ever nagging sadness that constantly seems to want to overcome you.
- gloomy, outgoing, perfectionist
- acting aspiration (does not need to be mastered)
- master acting and mischief
- master the secret agent career
- begin your working life as an actor but after an offer you couldn't refuse join the secret agent career (preferably from those job opportunities presented via phone messages for reputation)
- have a great reputation
- perform at a talent showcase once a week to keep up the pretense
(alternatively use a mod to have both careers going at the same time)
- always listen to jazz or blues music
- have one child very late in life (quite frankly you forgot all about being an heir to a legacy)
- dress style: anything you please (what can both attract attention and yet somehow be forgettable?)
Generation Eight
In loving memory of Paul McGanns effortlessly charming doctor.
"I'm the Doctor, but probably not the one you were expecting."
You never really knew your parent. So you try your hand at everything to emulate what they would want you to be. But your true calling is putting down roots, literally and physically.
- cheerful, loves the outdoors, green fiend
- master successful lineage aspiration and freelance botanist
- master violin, gardening, flower arranging and painting
- master gardening career (science)
- grow a large garden (10 plants or more)
- marry your soulmate a music loving doctor
- have 3 or more children
- have close relationships with them all
- dress style: a little bit cowboy
Have you noticed there's been no mention of the families enemy? They have disappeared.
Generation Nine
In loving memory of Christopher Ecclestons lonely and sad but do gooding Doctor.
"Tell you what, with a little bit of jiggery-pokery—"
You grew up in a very happy and close family but with time they all leave you. It was nothing personal just time. But with every loss you feel more and more sad and alone. As a result you retreat from the world throwing yourself into your crafting hobbies and work. What truly begins to brighten your life is finding that certain someone with a true connection.
- loner, gloomy, maker
- master detective career
- during interrogations use bad cop never good cop interactions
- master the master maker aspiration
- master handiness, charisma and fabrication
- cannot meet future spouse until on part three of your aspiration
- meet your true love through work (does not have to be a coworker) using an enchanting introduction
- make and keep a statue of every kind (including emotional ones)
- once married go on adventures with your spouse and family (weekend vacations - wherever and however you want just leave the house for 2 days)
- have 1 - 2 kids
- dress style: dark colors especially leather jackets
Generation Ten
In loving memory of David Tennants loveable and severely empathic doctor.
"If I believe in one thing, just one thing, I believe in her."
Your passion bubbles very close to the surface. You always admired your parents relationship but your emotions make it real hard to settle on just one sim no matter how hard you try. Until you realize they've been right in front of you this whole time.
- hot head, romantic, bookworm
- master style influencer career
- master serial romantic aspiration
followed by
- master soulmate aspiration
- master dance and a skill of your choice
- go on a date at least once a week once you reach teen
- all serial romantic lovers must be of the opposite sex
- soul mate must be of the same sex (an old friend)
- read two books every week
- really enjoy your life (take up invites out as often as possible)
- have as many kids as you like (who knows what risky has in store) one spare child of the opposite gender must follow in your footsteps in your career and the romantic trait
- your families old enemy returns at your favorite vacation spot. There's a light saber battle and they die
- dress style: big jackets, neck ties, glasses and sneakers ; sharp but casual
Generation Eleven
In loving memory of Matt Smiths extremely young incarnation with the oldest soul.
"Space can be very lonely. And the greatest adventure is having someone share it with you."
You are an incredibly kind, happy and understanding soul. All you want is to do good for others and encourage the same in others. Consistently winning people over with your big smile, big brain and even bigger heart. Over the years you develop a reputation as a natural matchmaker and set up many happy couples. Forgetting about finding someone for yourself as you have an incredible passion for traveling until you meet an incredibly flirty archeologist. Oh yeah, you are also an extremely picky eater.
- childish, good, foodie
- master doctor career
- master the grilled cheese aspiration, archaeology scholar aspiration and Mt. Komorebi sight seer aspiration
- master the vampire lore skill, cooking and at least level 6 in two other skills of your choice (except dancing and painting)
- have a childhood friend that you lose touch with until you become an adult
(once reunited with them you learn of their engagement. Attend the wedding and afterwards travel with the couple regularly over the following years.)
- visit every world (minus Sixam and Batuu) and hidden area at some point with your old friend
(emphasis on art galleries and museums)
- set up at least three sims with their future spouse
before
- marry a sim with an archaeology scholar aspiration (met in Selvadorado)
- complete the snow globe collection
- you absolutely adore kids but only ever have the one child
- your families enemy has a fight with a friend when you intervene they seem to have no memory of your families feud
- dress style: decidedly old fashioned, bow ties and suspenders, high water pants and sometimes a cowboy hat
Generation Twelve
In loving memory of John Hurts tired, warrior doctor.
"Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame. Whatever the cost."
You are tired. All that travel with your parents was exhausting. You decide to take your time reflecting on your families past to ensure a good future.
- genius, bookworm, proper
- successful lineage aspiration
- freelance career
- marry the child of your parents best friend
- turn your families enemy against their siblings
- dedicate a room in the home to the achievements of all the doctors
(reflect there regularly)
- have at least 2 kids
- clothing style from the Batuu pack
Generation Thirteen
In loving memory of Peter Capaldi's brash yet caring and eccentric yet brilliant doctor.
"Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?"
Your parent learned of your families past to ensure the continued success of your family. You took all that knowledge and decide to pass it on to others because you have an excellent way with words.
- erratic, music lover, snob
- master musical genius and academic aspiration
- master education career
- master guitar, logic and/ or charisma, mischief and/or comedy
- have 2 best friends as a child
--marry one
-- the 2nd friend is from your families enemy, the relationship alternates between friend and enemy at every life stage
- have lots of kids
- be rude to all soldiers
- can only have really good friends/ you're incredibly loyal
- at some point take a week long vacation with just your spouse
- (optional) Father Winter saves your life
- clothing style: dark colors, formalish/ magicianish/ rockstarish
(Thank you Mist for help with 12, he baffled me. Maybe that's why he's surpassed 4 as my favorite doctor.
Generation 14
In loving memory of Jodie Whittakers exceptionally kind and compassionate doctor.
"Keep your faith. Travel hopefully. The universe will surprise you."
Your parent taught you to be the best of the family. Which you take to heart, always kind never mean and always helpful.
- cheerful, perfectionist, maker
- master the engineer career
- master handiness and juice fizzing
- leader of the pack aspiration
- work as a lifeguard as a teen
- volunteer once a week
- age up with all character traits positive
- never use mean or mischief interactions
- never live alone, always have roommates
- marry a genius sim (either a scientist or engineer)
- adopt at least two children
- clothing style: childish, always with boots
To be Continued ?
If you decide to do it please let me know and lets hashtag it either #wholegacy or #nsdw
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May 15 2023
My first week of break and tmr I got a Dr appointment for blood drawn , so hopefully I’m healthy :)))
I’m very glad I passed my DANB ICE EXAM bc sheeeesh I was soooo nervous about it and was ready to cry LOL
When time comes for the DANB radiology + chair side , I PRAY I PASS THOSE TOO 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💛💛💛💛💛💛
thank goodness I finished 2nd semester successfully , even though I was on the pass or fail line ! SKAJSJSKDNWKSNKQNDWJJSS NEVER AGAIN !! I NEED TO KEEP MY SELF UP AND TOGETHER BC WOOOOOO THAT WAS TOUGH
Summer semester , I guess I’m ready 😭🤣
Remember to always read the book 💀💀💀
3 months anniversary of dating Trae is in 2 days ,,,, crazy
I don’t think he remembers 💀💀💀
For some reason today , I’m feeling toxic and decided not to respond to him , but I did reply to his Good Morning message but after that I just didn’t
Idk whats wrong w me , maybe bc it’s almost my period day , and it’s supposed to start tmr ,,, it’s also been really hot bc summer is about to start
Idk why I keep doubting Trae,,,, maybe bc of my past 2 relationships that was in HS 💀💀💀💀💀 but I know Kass said not to bring those feelings into this relationship bc this is a new start and that it’s not fair to Trae if I’m being toxic with myself like this ,,,, ugh I hate my brain
I wrote Trae another anniversary letter and gave it to him on May 9 , but he never gave me a proper response ,,,, he did say that the translation app couldn’t translate it well ,,, but idk about that bc I sent the other 2 before this and I think it was fine ,,, but whatever ,,,, I don’t think he even really cares for those letters even tho he said he likes them ,,, I kinda expect him to respond with something meaningful,,, but I guess a “Thank you baby” is enough ?????? I shouldn’t expect much from him like Tanya said bc in the end , I’m only hurting my feelings and no one else.
I was also supposed to write the 2nd letter in my hand writing since he wanted a hand written one for memories instead of the printed one , but I’m not doing it bc I don’t think it’s needed since I don’t feel appreciated enough with the letters I wrote.
I don’t think I’ll be writing anniversary letters to him anymore , I think that 3rd letter is final, it’s just a waste of my time to write those letters, if I’m not getting a proper response from him.
On May 1 , he was worried about me bc he thought my parents blocked him from my contacts , so he wasn’t focusing well at work and kept making errors, and so Vicky sent him home , so he could rest.
^^^^that’s what Vicky (Co Boss) and Manager told me when I went to go buy a to go during that week.
So idk why acting toxic , and not responding to him today ,,,, but I did this night when he texted jokingly on Snapchat that he’ll need to call 911 since I’m not responding. And I responded back with “🤣💀 they’ll call you stupid” and responded with a sad character sticker and I opened the chat but didn’t reply and that was around 11pm I think and now it’s 12am and he didn’t text back,,,, so whatever.
I know he worked today and doesn’t have time to text me constantly , but idk why I keep thinking this way.
I don’t think I’ll reply to him tmr , maybe just the morning message I’ll respond but after that I don’t think I will ,,, he doesn’t even have any decent / in depth conversation with my thru text messages. It’s all “I miss you and love you baby” “I want to kiss and hug you” that’s about it thru out the whole text messages and I really appreciate that he miss me , loves me, and what’s to kiss and hug me, but where’s the conversation???? There’s nothing, so it causes me to be bored and don’t even want to talk.
I’m always the one trying to have conversations thru text w him , but he doesn’t even do that with me ,,, I think in person we’re fine but thru text it’s awful that I don’t even want to talk to him ,,, I rather watch YouTube all day than text him probably.
I used to ask him the basic questions like “how’s work?” “How’s he feeling?” “Did he sleep well?” “How was his day overall?” But now I don’t bother to do so bc he doesn’t even ask me those.
Whenever I’m having toxic thoughts, I think about breaking this relationship off , it’s bad that I think that but I can’t help it.
I guess him worrying about me to point that he can’t focus on his job properly should be a sign that he truly does care about me , but idk ,,,, I really do love him ,,, but whenever I keep thinking more and more , I start to think that I will be better off single than be w him.
I guess I’ll hold on a for the time being and if I’m still not happy with myself being in a relationship with him then I guess I will break up with him.
Sometimes I want to tell him to stop texting me bc I’m tired and don’t have the energy or capacity to talk but I don’t want him to think it’s bc of him , bc sometimes it’s not and it’s just my brain being toxic to myself again.
I told him before my 3 week break started that I’ll be working May 22 & 29 @ Pizza , so he could come see me ,,,, idk if I want him to come any more ,,,, I guess I’ll try not to talk to him as much during this week and see how it goes, maybe he might not show up bc of me not responding back to him frequently.
I feel like I always want to get to know him more by asking questions about his likes and dislikes ,,, but to me it seems that he doesn’t want to get to know me more or even care about that. Or maybe the reason he doesn’t ask is bc he doesn’t want to weird me out and rather learn what I like and dislike along the way.
I really hate my thoughts ,,, they always get to me to the point that it’s toxic for my mentality.
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Let's Talk Inspirations
What inspires you to write? Is it an amazing story you just have to share with the world? Is it a desire to create something that sticks with the audience? Something that entertains, informs, or persuades even if that isn't its primary purpose? Is it to have to have something personal that you can look back on with pride knowing that you created something in spite of the difficulties? Do you just write for fun? Do you write because it's a good way to pass the time?
Furthermore, what inspired you to write, and what work do you wear on your sleeve as you create?
This is what I'm hoping to discuss today. I'm thinking it'll help us all get to know each other and maybe help us bond over some common interests. I'll start.
So, I've always been a big media junkie. Sure, I love animals and nature, doing things with my hands, certain aspects of certain sports (like baseball card collecting), and history, but my earliest memories are sitting in front of that darn television watching PBS Kids, Nick Jr., Disney Jr., and what might of been my favorite, PBS Kids Sprout.
My family also owned a few Golden Era, Bronze Age, and Renaissance Disney films that I'd watch over and over again. I loved Bambi, Dumbo, The Fox and the Hound, and especially The Lion King. My first memory is actually seeing The Lion King in theaters when it rereleased in 2010. I loved animation from the moment I saw it, and for a while, I refused to watch anything live action.
Starting in early elementary school, I started watching The Simpsons, as well as shows like Spongebob Squarepants, both of which would enrapture me in different ways. Aside from those shows, some childhood cartoons that influenced me were Franklin, The Minimighty Kids, Oswald, Pajanimals, and Little Bear. I honestly don't watch television shows or movies anymore unless I'm looking into a genre or want to revisit my boyhood, but those shows stick out in my mind.
(Side note: I know Minimighty Kids is a bit of an outlier, but that show influenced a spinoff comic to my longest running series, Stateside, so I thought it deserved a mention.)
A different revolution would happen around kindergarten, though. I started reading. Starting with Go, Dog, Go, I proceeded to eat up book after book. I was reading at 5th grade level by 1st or 2nd grade, and by 5th grade, I was reading at a high school level. Books opened up such an amazing world for me. Some favorite books of mine include Call of the Wild, Animal Farm, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Wayside.
But reading opened another world. That of comics. I was never very big on superheroes, but I loved newspaper comics. My dad gave me his copy of The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes and sealed my fate as a comic nut. My favorite comic series are Beetle Bailey, Garfield, and of course, Calvin and Hobbes. I also own several single volumes of comics that I've loved, but simply don't know enough about to truly call a favorite. Besides, who here cares about Belvedere?
The latest discovery of mine was music. I've never been very into music because it's loud and most of what I'd heard was the junk on the radio. However, my darling grandfather and mother teamed up to introduce me to proper music. They introduced me to country and later novelty music, which are huge inspirations in the humor and storytelling of my stories. My current favorite songs include Class of '57 (The Statler Brothers), Old Army Hat/America the Beautiful (Bill Anderson), Miles and Miles of Texas (Asleep at the Wheel), Wolf Creek Pass (C.W. McCall), and King of the Road (Roger Miller), but my favorite artist will always be Ray Stevens.
So that's what inspired me, but why do I write in the first place? Well, this post is getting long, and I'm sure we all have stuff to do, so I'll leave it here for now.
But before you leave, tell me what your biggest influences are, because I'm curious. Come back soon (hopefully tomorrow) for a discussion on why we'd even write in the first place.
Thank you! Have a wonderful day!
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nostalgia is a disease!!!!!!!!!!!!
On Friday the 13th in the year 2020 I was still 16, turning 17 and was on my last year as a Junior High School student. Life wasn't particularly good, but it wasn't that bad either. I was the class monitor of our section and I made sure everybody knew by threatening people (some of the loud guys in our class) with an absent mark if they dared to piss me off. It was a running joke and they would tease me for being too hot headed.
Our class wasn't anything special. We were just normal high school kids who had way too much free time in their hands. Back then, we could all still afford to not take life seriously. The boys would often play games on their phones during vacant periods as ML (Mobile Legends) was on the top of mobile gaming apps at the time. Some girls joined them, while some were busy feeding and grooming their cats as they waited for their husbands to come home in the game called adorable home. I couldn't really play or do anything at that time like the others because my phone wasn't as updated and cool as theirs. And to be honest? I was too embarrassed to bring it to school so I would just sit there and would find some people to talk to. My close friends were the first people I would approach. Most of the time they were down to talk about anything under the sun, but then there were also times when I would choose to sleep instead.
At 16, you never really know what you want to do in life. I wasn't serious about anything except for my hyperfixations which mostly included YA/Distopian novels and K-pop. Me and my friends were loud loud when we talked about our shared interests with each other, not caring if others would hear us, which I doubt they did as we were all loud with our own circle (of friends).
Looking back, I think I never really got over that period in my life. I think some part of me is still stuck, waiting for Monday to come as normally as it would. I imagine myself going to school late and then paying the the 10 peso fine just so I could go past the gate, which the student council and the junior police officers heavily guarded. I would submit the attendance sheet I had for last week at the office on the third floor, and then get a new one for the new week that was about to come. I would starve not even 15 minutes into the first period of class even though I had proper breakfast, then ask my best friend to come with me to the canteen in the pretense of going to the CR. We would eat like we haven't been fed for the past 24-hours and go back to class with a full stomach, feeling sleepy when the post snack haze hits. Maybe we'd have a quiz and i wouldn't have a paper to write on because of the unpreparedness that came with being on your last year of junior high. Maybe we'd talk about prom and what we'll wear. Maybe I'd ask my friend if they would like to skip afternoon classes. We'll both say we will, but we would end up seeing each other at the classroom anyways. Maybe I'd steal glances at the person I liked and would call it a day if they looked back. I could go on and on, but it still wouldn't change the fact high school is over. I'm now 21 and I'm on the last semester of my 2nd year in college. And yet, somehow I'm still
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