#i do not have any time whatsoever because i am moving next week but i will skim through season 1 tomorrow

[neonvqmpire]

GOOD OMENS TRAILER TOMORROW AHHGHGREDDDDDFFFF

[serasvictoria]

Title: The Boy Is Mine (Mar’s edition)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: A romantic night in doesn’t go exactly as Eddie had planned.

Word Count: 3.312

Warnings: Established relationship. Insecure Eddie. Hurt/comfort.

Notes: Written for @carolmunson’s The Boy Is Mine Writing Challenge (you can find the rules here). Super late entry and it feels like I’ve been working on this for months, but it’s only been about two and a half weeks. Anyway. Here it is.

At least I can finally read the other entries now so that’s the rest of my weekend sorted.

Not beta-read so if you find any mistakes… those are all mine.

“I’ll take care of everything,” Eddie promised you the night before. “You can just put your feet up, or on me if you want, and I’ll obey your every command. I am but your humble servant.”

It had been one month since you had moved in together and Eddie had insisted on doing this for you since he felt that he had been difficult to live with. Naturally you had disagreed with that assessment, but he had been adamant.

Every time that you walked into the bathroom and he had left the toilet seat up, he would apologize like it was the worst thing in the world. It didn’t matter that you kept telling him that you didn’t mind and that it was no trouble at all, he’d still apologize and dart around you to right the wrong.

Same thing happened when you found the odd sock in a place that wasn’t the laundry basket. Or when Eddie hadn’t used a coaster.

Ridiculous and tiny things that were easily overlooked and ignored. Nothing that would be able to ruin your day so you never called him out on these things, because you genuinely didn’t mind. It didn’t stop him from insisting that he was an awful boyfriend and promising to do better though.

Sure, living with Eddie provided some challenges, which was more down to this still being very new to both of you, but nowhere near as many as he himself seemed to think.

For now, you were eager to find out what he had in store for you. Eddie had been incredibly secretive about it and had offered up no clues whatsoever. The only things that he had said were that it was going to be cheesily romantic and that he would surprise you.

You had been looking forward to it the entire day and were positively buzzing as you parked your car next to his van. Work had been hectic this past week and you had been fast asleep at around eight every single evening.

Thankfully today had been relatively quiet so you had been able to leave early. Maybe you should have called to let him know, but you had completely forgotten in your excitement.

When you got out of the car, you could already hear Eddie swearing inside the trailer. The volume only increased the closer that you got and you could only silently apologize to your poor neighbors.

It made you giggle to hear him swear like a docker on the other side of the door. You could only guess as to why it was, but still tried to keep your face as passive as possible when you finally opened the door to see what lay within.

Nothing could prepare you for what was on the other side however.

The kitchen looked like a bomb had exploded in it and Eddie was standing right in the middle of the chaos with a pink flowery apron that had once belonged to your grandmother over his usual black outfit. It looked both ridiculous and endearing.

There were eggshells on the counter and the contents of said eggs were dripping down it. There were white footprints on the floor, because your boyfriend must have stepped in what you assumed (and hoped) was flour. And then there were the white globs of something that looked like frosting that were everywhere, including in his hair.

“Eddie?” Upon hearing your voice, he turned around with a horrified expression on his face since you had caught him in the act. The spoon that was in his hand clattered to the floor loudly. Whatever was on it spattered onto the floor and also left debris on his socks and his jeans. You covered your mouth with your hand to stifle a laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Oh fuck.” Eddie rubbed his hands on the apron, leaving white smudges in its wake. “I thought I had another hour at least.”

Very calmly, you took off your shoes and hung your coat and bag on a peg near the door before walking closer to survey the mess that your boyfriend had made. Somehow it was even worse up close and that was saying something.

There was a mixing bowl on the counter, which seemed to be the source of the mess, with a hand mixer next to it. You could picture him using the highest setting only to have the contents end up all over the place.

“I got to hand it to you, I’m definitely surprised,” you eventually managed to get out whilst desperately trying to suppress your giggles.

“But not exactly in the right way,” he admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck. “In my head, you would come home after I cleaned everything, with the table set all fancy, so many lit candles that it would be a fire hazard and with some sappy record playing.”

“That does sound nice.” There were paper molds with batter in them right behind Eddie, which he was unsuccessfully trying to block from view. “Shame that I got home a bit earlier.”

“You could always leave and pretend that you’ve never seen this.” That’s what finally makes you laugh and since you had been holding back for a while, it didn’t take long for your eyes to well up with happy tears. It made him crack a smile, too. “Which you’re obviously not going to do.”

“Course not,” you replied as you wiped your eyes. “And honestly, as much as I appreciate this,” you gestured around the messy kitchen and then at Eddie himself, “you need to take a shower.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna-“

“No,” you interjected simply and when it looked like Eddie was going to argue, you simply pressed your pointer finger on his lips to ensure that he kept silent. “No.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he mumbled against your finger. “This was supposed to be about you.”

“And I love it.” You pressed a kiss to his frosting stained cheek and could taste the vanilla. When you pulled away, his thumb wiped over your lips to clear the residue that was stuck to it away before sticking it into his mouth. “But I also like you clean and you are, and I’m sorry for saying this, a mess right now.”

“Thought you liked that,” he retorted with an accompanying wiggle of his eyebrows.

“I do yeah, but not when you’re covered in raw eggs, flour, cake batter and frosting.”

“Okay, okay, point taken,” he sighed deeply as he held his hands up to indicate that he was going to let it go. For now. “But I could always leave some of the edible bits on so you could lick them off later though,” he added with a wide and naughty grin.

“Absolutely not.” You pushed him out of the kitchen and in the direction of the bathroom. “If you want me to eat stuff off you, buy some Cool Whip.”

“Kinky!” Eddie laughed when your hand came down on his ass to give it a firm squeeze before he rounded the corner. “I’m not forgetting about that by the way,” he called out before closing the door behind him.

“Didn’t think you would,” you answered.

Part of you already knew that he’d run out to buy some the next morning and that at one point during the day you would end up finding him in the bedroom with the stuff lathered all over himself. You made a mental note to remember to put either a towel or a box of tissues in the bedroom tomorrow just in case, because you had a feeling that things could get messy.

But that was a problem for later. You had to deal with something else right now.

The kitchen was such a mess that you barely even knew where to begin, but the first thing that your eye fell on was a small notebook, one that Eddie always had on him, folded open to a page with a recipe that was written in handwriting that was much nicer than Eddie’s was, not to mention legible.

Chocolate cupcakes with vanilla buttercream frosting.

His little notebook was a closely guarded secret, something that your mortal eyes would not be able to comprehend (his words right before he had shielded it from you by holding a throw pillow in front of it). He used it to jot down notes for D&D campaigns, ideas that he got for lyrics, or whatever else that came to mind that he judged important enough to write down, so the fact that he used it for a recipe that he had procured for you was pretty meaningful.

This was quite possibly the sweetest thing that he had ever done, going through all this trouble for you by doing something that was completely alien to him, since he didn’t think that he was much of a cook. It wasn’t that he didn’t do it, it’s just that his repertoire seemed to be limited to heating up canned foods.

Lost in thought, you had barely even scratched the surface in concerns of the mess that Eddie had made, only managing to put several things in the sink and getting rid of the eggshells, when he reappeared again in a pair of black sweatpants with an old Iron Maiden shirt. If it wasn't for his wet hair, which was soaking the fabric of his shirt, you might have been inclined to think that he hadn’t washed himself at all.

“Did you just stick your head under the tap?”

“No. I took a shower, just like you asked.” He stepped in close enough so that you could smell the soap on his skin. “I just didn’t want you to clean my mess.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You always say that,” he groaned with obvious frustration. “Just let me do it.”

“We can do it together.” You held out a wet cloth to him, which he was eying reluctantly, simply because he felt that you weren’t supposed to help clean up the mess that he had made. “Is that a good compromise?”

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ for emphasis. “I insist.”

“So I basically have no choice.”

“Pretty much.”

“Okay, whatever.” Seeing that he had lost the discussion, he admitted defeat and finally took the cloth from your hands. “Help me clean then.”

Cleaning together was a lot faster than if he had gone at it alone and before you knew it, all the surfaces were wiped clean, the dishes had been done and were drying in the dish rack, and most importantly of all, the cupcakes were finally in the oven.

“See? That didn’t take too long, now did it?”

“You weren’t supposed to help though.”

That much was kind of made clear to you while the two of you were cleaning. There were little looks that Eddie threw in your direction, whenever he seemed to think that you weren’t looking, that seemed to indicate that he was less than pleased with your help. His expressions were also somewhat… pained at times? It didn’t make a lot of sense and only made you think about why he was even acting like this to begin with.

“I genuinely don’t mind. I wasn’t going to sit and watch you clean, you know that.” You took his hand, pulled him along in the direction of the couch and gestured at him to sit. “Now. What’s this about anyway?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie immediately started fidgeting, even more so than usual, and his leg started bouncing anxiously. “I was trying to do something nice for you.”

Something was obviously bothering him. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate that he had done all this, because you really really did but there was a reason behind this and you’d keep picking at him all night if you had to.

“Excellent deflecting. I’ll get it out of you somehow,” you replied with certainty.

Leaving him on the couch, you stepped back into the kitchen to check the oven and to get something to drink. Eddie had even splurged on the soda by buying something that wasn’t store brand and therefore cheaper. It was amazing how he had managed to plan all of this without giving anything away.

“We appear to have run out of nice cups.” Instead you held up a red plastic cup that you found earlier in one of the cupboards. “So is this okay?”

“We don’t have any nice cups,” he replied without missing a beat.

“How dare you,” you clutched at your chest, pretending to be aghast at his statement. “That Star Wars cup is the best thing that we own.”

“Oh yeah, of course it is.” He rolled his eyes when you mentioned your favorite cup. You were always waving it in his face whenever you needed a quick laugh. “You’re just saying that because you have a thing for Han Solo.”

“You’re just jealous that they didn’t have one with Leia on it.” You handed him his drink and settled in next to him on the couch. Nudging your shoulder into him, you asked, “Now, tell me, why did you do all this?”

“Is it a crime to want to do something nice for you?”

“No, of course it’s n-”

“So why are you interrogating me?”

“Because I know you.” 

Eddie avoided your gaze and ran a hand down his face, because of course you’d be able to tell. He knew that he should have thought up some convincing excuse beforehand, but it was too late for that now and the chances that he’d successfully make up something on the fly were practically nonexistent.

Silence fell and for a second there, you thought that he wouldn’t tell you at all, that he would end up brushing it off, as if he was embarrassed to tell you the real reason, which was simply ridiculous. So what was it?

“I wanted to impress you,” he finally admitted softly and pulled you out of your train of thought. “Just once.”

His confession bewildered you and you genuinely didn’t know what to say. You had no idea that he had even felt this way, but you obviously needed to mend this situation since your actions seemed to have inadvertently caused this.

You liked taking care of Eddie, perhaps a little bit too much, and it seemed to have caused him to think that you didn’t need his help at all, which couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

“Eddie, that’s not- hey, look at me.” You cupped his face with your hands until his sad eyes, which were usually filled with so much warmth, finally focused back on you. “I’m already impressed.”

“You’re always looking after me, but I don’t do much,” he sighed dejectedly. “And I’m like the worst cook ever.”

"Aw, don't be like that. That’s not even true," you declared. “Your cooking is fine.”

“Don’t lie.”

“No one can make SpaghettiOs better than you can.”

“Ha, ha.” He tried to sound annoyed, but missed the mark completely when he (accidentally) laughed in earnest. It made him clear his throat in a very poor attempt to hide it. “Very funny.”

“Still made you laugh.” You poked a finger into one of his dimples until he jerked his head away with an even bigger grin than before. “I always like it when you make me breakfast.”

“That’s nothing special,” he shrugged. “Just buttered toast and fruit juice.”

“So? I like it just fine.” Seeing him act so dejectedly over feeling inadequate was breaking your heart and you felt like an idiot for never noticing it before. “Just take the compliment, please. You do enough. Trust me.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

“You want me to give examples? Okay, how about when my car broke down and you dropped everything to come pick me up.” It was the first example that came to mind and you could see a spark of amusement in his eyes when you reminded him. “Dustin wouldn’t talk to me for about a week because I ruined your D&D night.”

“The little shit only forgave you when I threatened to kill off his bard,” he laughed. “As if I was going to leave my girl at some seedy gas station in the middle of the night.”

“It was nine, still light out, and mister Jenkins was fine with me hanging out with him until the tow truck showed up.”

“Of course he was fine with it. Have you seen you?” His hand came down on your thigh, giving you a soft squeeze, since the sheer memory of that night ignited a spark of possessiveness inside him. “I don’t trust him.”

“The man’s at least seventy, Eddie!”

“So?” He said very matter of factly, as if it made perfect sense for Eddie to act so territorial around someone that posed no threat whatsoever. “He’s still a guy and I didn’t like how he was looking at you when I got there.”

“Oh yeah? You’d beat up an old man to defend my honor?”

“Babe, I would beat anyone up to defend your honor.”

“And that’s how you take care of me,” you replied resolutely, because he had just proven your point. “You’d take on the whole world for me.”

“I have to. You’re my girl.” Hearing those words were enough to make your heart swell about three sizes in your chest and you managed to catch him off guard when you pressed your lips against his for a quick kiss. “What was that for?”

“For being you,” you sighed contentedly as you rested your head against his shoulder. “That’s why I love you.”

“I love you too.” He put his arm around you and attempted to pull you even closer into his side. “Let me try this again. How about a romantic evening with me, your loving boyfriend, while I fully intend to feed you the cupcakes that I made all by myself, and maybe then we can watch a movie?”

“What movie?”

He pressed his lips into your hairline, suddenly embarrassed, and mumbled, “A Room with a View.”

“Really?” It made you pull away from him, wide eyed and excited, so you could see his face and found that he was dead serious. “You didn’t!” you exclaimed in surprise. 

“I did,” he confirmed. “You should have seen Harrington’s face.”

“It’s not really your kind of movie.” Eddie’s taste in movies was fairly unique to put it mildly. He had a penchant for loving the ones that were unbelievably bad. “You must have really shocked him for not renting something shittier.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with Hard Rock Zombies.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned when you remembered that particular movie. “Or Slumber Party Massacre, which you called an ‘underrated classic’ if I recall correctly?”

“It is! My tastes are just too high end for you and I accepted that shortcoming in you years ago-“

“Hey!”

“Let me finish.” It was his turn to place his index finger over your lips to ensure your silence this time around. “So yeah, I could have rented one of those masterpieces, but I didn’t because this is your night and this one came highly recommended by Robin. So, babe, would you do me the honor of watching this movie with me?”

“I would love to.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said with a self satisfied smile. “So just sit here and look pretty while I get everything ready, okay?”

“I shall eagerly await your return.” Eddie took your hand, kissed the back of it and let it slip from his grasp as he went back to the kitchen. “You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork,” he corrected. “And don’t you forget it.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t,” you confirmed.

And you wouldn’t. He was your guy after all.

[erynaster]

Ten Minutes

Summary: Wednesday allows you to cuddle her for a short span of time. It goes as well as you'd expect.

Word Count: 1,378

Warnings: None

Pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x Male!Reader

A/N: Cute lil idea I had this morning. I hope I did well on this one!

Minor note: Reader possesses healing abilities for the sake of the story's events.

"Ten minutes."

You can hardly believe your ears.

"Sorry?" You ask.

Wednesday takes a deep breath, as though swallowing her pride before speaking.

"You get ten minutes. No more, no less." Her expression is unreadable, but the intensity of her stare gets the point across.

"Why so generous all of a sudden?" You chuckle. You and Wednesday had hardly even touched one another in the past, owing to the latter's utter distaste for any form of physical affection.

Her gaze grows stern.

"In light of the recent events that have transpired, I acknowledge that I am in your debt." Her gaze remains unchanging.

You shrug.

"If you're talking about that incident in town, then—"

"She stabbed you, Y/N."

You wince, rubbing the spot where a mugger had driven a knife through one night when you and Wednesday were making your way home from the Weathervane.

"It's not a big deal, Wends. Healing factor, remember?"

Wednesday furrows her brow.

"That doesn't make it any less of a sacrifice. She could've gotten me, and yet you took the hit for the both of us."

You shrug.

"It was the most logical decision to make, wasn't it? I mean—"

"Do you want this, or not?" Wednesday's voice carries with it a hint of impatience and coldness as she enunciates each word like a curse.

You raise your hands in surrender.

"Ooohhkay, I give. But why cuddling? Of all things, I'd never expect you to—"

"It's the most logical choice." She huffs in annoyance. "You haven't stopped pestering me for weeks about wanting to."

You laugh. "Aww, you do care."

Wednesday frowns, her gaze growing even sterner.

"If you're going to keep this up, then the deal is off."

"Okay, okay." You chuckle nervously. "So... how do you want to start?"

She suddenly falls silent.

"Bed. Now." She stands up from her chair, walking towards her bed situated in the corner of the room. Without a moment's hesitation, she clambers atop the mattress and lays there, her eyes still on you.

You can feel your heart beat a little faster.

"You're... really sure about this, huh?" You chuckle nervously.

She raises an eyebrow at you.

"I hope you aren't expecting an invitation to join me, Y/N. Because you aren't getting one." She deadpans, her eyes hardly betraying any emotion whatsoever.

You shrug, before hesitantly approaching her bed and climbing atop it as carefully as you could. You were feeling a little apprehensive about the entire situation, but that uncertainty and fear was overshadowed by the excitement of being able to finally hold your girlfriend in your arms.

You settle in next to her, your head sinking into a nearby pillow. Her eyes still haven't left you, as she seems to be taking your form in with unfettered concentration.

You clear your throat. The silence was growing unnerving.

"So... how do you want to begin?" You ask.

"You tell me." She speaks at last, and for a brief moment you can see a bit of uncertainty flash in her eyes.

Seems like you're the one who has to take initiative in this situation.

You edge a little closer to her, taking care not to move too fast for fear of upsetting/scaring her off. Once you two were laying about a few inches apart, Wednesday does the unthinkable.

She moves closer to you.

She slips an arm around your waist as as she inches closer to you, her intent stare hardly wavering. In her eyes, once you managed to look past the abyss of darkness and woe, you could see that she was afraid.

But of what, exactly?

"Hey... you okay?" You whisper.

Wednesday says nothing; her deep, abyssal eyes continuing to take you in with something akin to curiosity.

Taking her response (or lack thereof) as a 'yes', you decide to be a bit more bold in your attempts to initiate physical contact with her. You hesitantly slip an arm around her midsection, looking into her eyes for confirmation whether you should continue.

She still says nothing, though you can see her cheeks flush a faint shade of pink at your action.

Time to take things up a notch.

Swallowing your growing feelings of uncertainty, you bravely reach out for her hand, while your other hand finds it's way to her back. She doesn't protest, still maintaining eye contact with you without ever blinking once.

Feeling more confident, you give her a patient smile, pulling her close to you. Now that you two were only a few inches apart, you use a free hand to reach out and cup her cheek in your palm.

"Y/N."

You stop at the sound of her voice. It's not urgent, but there was still something in her tone that suggests otherwise.

"S-sorry. Was I going too far?" You ask nervously, retracting your hand in fear. The last thing you wanted was to make your girlfriend feel uncomfortable.

She seems to ponder this.

"No." She says after a while. "You may continue."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am." She gives you another one of her trademark stares.

You nod, swallowing your nerves.

"Okay then..." You exhale shakily, reaching out for her cheek once more. She seems okay with the physical contact, showing no visible signs of wanting to pull away from your loving embrace. This was something new for her, you could tell. Wednesday was not above pushing you away should you get too close for comfort.

"Should I... keep going?" You ask timidly.

She doesn't respond. Instead, she breaks eye contact for a brief moment, seemingly considering her options at present. Without warning, she leans in to snuggle deep into the crook of your neck, which takes you by surprise.

You can feel your face start to heat up.

She presses a light kiss to your neck, her lips tracing over your skin in a chaste, reserved manner. This action causes your cheeks to turn even redder, and yet there was nothing you could do about it other than mouth wordlessly at her unexpected display of affection, which in all honesty felt way out of character for someone like Wednesday.

"W-Wends?" You can feel her nibbling playfully at your skin, the action sending shivers up your spine.

As she pulls away to get a good look at you, you can hear her whisper softly.

"What happens in this room stays with us, and us only, Y/N." Her voice is like silk, yet threatening all the same.

"What happens if I tell?" You whisper back, smirking.

"Then I will personally carve out your heart from your chest and feed it to you."

"Okay, noted."

Wednesday seems satisfied with your answer.

Abandoning all uncertainty and fear, you reach out to fully embrace your girlfriend in your arms, caressing her as lovingly and gently as possible. You can feel her heart beating against your chest as she rests against you; and though her expression remains as emotionless as ever, you could tell that she was enjoying this immensely.

Wednesday breathes deeply, seemingly taking in your scent as she further presses her body against yours. You can hear her whispering sweet nothings into the crook of your neck as she presses little chaste kisses to your skin, one after the other.

"So... I take it that you enjoy cuddling now?" You chuckle softly, cheeks still flushed pink.

She pulls away for a moment to stare at you coldly.

"Sorry." You chuckle nervously. I just—"

"Time's up." She pries herself out of your hug and topples out of bed, still giving you a condescending stare.

"You had your fun. I had to take those ten minutes out of my writing time." She huffs impatiently. "We're even now."

"Well, that was anticlimactic." You laugh sadly. "Thank you, though."

She nods curtly, before heading over to her table to position herself in front of her typewriter.

"Can I ask you something?" You call out to her as you hop onto the floor.

She turns around. "What is it?"

"Can we do this again sometime?" You ask hopefully.

Wednesday doesn't answer for about a minute.

"... Yes."

And with that, she turns around to work on her novel, while also hiding the fact that a smile was creeping up her now-reddened cheeks.

[sunnynwanda]

Making amends

Hero throws the car without even a glance back. They know Villain can take a hit - they've taken a lot worse than that. Hero can recall throwing an entire food truck at them and not causing any damage whatsoever. Their rivalry, for the lack of a better word, goes back to what Hero calls times immemorial - high school, more precisely. They had always been somewhat irritated by each other - yet still enticed to rub the other the wrong way. Mostly for enjoyment but also because they liked the feeling.

Hero has never seriously harmed or wounded them, nor did they aspire to do so. Except the stars must have aligned against them today because Villain is too distracted fixing their fabulous (their word, not Hero's) hair to react in time.

The car lands on top of them with a loud thud and a strained whimper followed by a slew of curses. It reaches Hero's trained ear, prompting them to look over their shoulder. They spot the car and notice their enemy's legs sticking out next to the front wheel. They freeze for a second before sprinting over and lifting the destroyed vehicle while Villain attempts to get up, coughing and muttering cusses under their breath. It's only then that Hero notices the strange angle of their arm. They know they fucked up when a strangled moan leaves Villain's mouth at the first attempt to move it.

Three days later, Villain is back in the game despite the cast now adorning their fractured forearm. And Hero... Hero cannot bring themselves to meet their gaze for a good week after.

It's almost ten days since the incident, and they are doing their usual play round around the city when Villain stumbles back after a particularly nasty kick, unable to counter the attack. They wave their healthy arm for balance and barely dodge the next one when Hero, as oblivious as they are, picks the worst time for banter.

"What is it, dove? Thought you could take a hit." The words leave their mouth before they can process the implications. They bite their tongue, but it's too late.

Villain's eyes widen momentarily before turning into vicious slits. "Oh really?"

Venom drips from their voice, although Hero can see the smirk fighting for its place on their thin lips. An angry and ominous smirk they do not want to explore. "I could. Before a certain asshole decided to break my fucking arm."

"I said I was sorry!" Hero exclaims, seizing the attacks and darting back to avoid Villain's fist. They did this to themselves, and they know it too. Should've kept my mouth shut, Hero thinks. They did not mean to mock - it just came out wrong and opened the floodgates of Villain's outrage.

"You don't seem sorry, judging by those cocky comments of yours!" Villain retorts, charging forward. Hero sidesteps, scared to cause any more damage.

"Oh, come on!" As if they weren't feeling guilty as is, Villain is now rubbing it in. "You know I didn't do that on purpose."

"Doesn't make my arm heal faster, does it? Nor does it stop you from questioning my competence." Villain's voice betrays them, wobbling on the last word. To say that Hero is shocked is an understatement.

"I never..." They stop mid-sentence, searching their rival's face and gulping at the defeated expression on their downcast face. "Please, look at me, Villain. I really am sorry."

When they don't react, Hero continues. A horrible decision on their part. "We can cancel our fights for a while, hm?"

That does earn them a reaction. Not the one they were hoping for though.

"Why?" Villain's eyes dart to their face, meeting Hero's with seething challenge. "You think I can't handle you with one arm?"

The wise thing to do would be to seal their lips and never utter a word again. But Hero was never known for their quick wits, so they chose to seal their fate. "I just don't want you to get hurt. Or maybe I could..."

"What?" Villain's stare is ice cold. Their voice is calm too - serene, almost. Yet it sends a chill down Hero's spine. "You could what, Hero? Say it, I fucking dare you!"

"I wasn't..." They try to salvage the situation despite their mind screeching at them to stop talking.

"You weren't going to say you'd go easy on me?" Villain inquires, still maintaining external tranquillity. There is a fire raging behind their gaze, white-hot and scorching. They marvel Hero's audacity to doubt them.

Hero is speechless. At their own stupidity. At the way they can't seem to control their fucking mouth. At the way they froze like a goddamn deer in headlights. And a tiny bit - at the way their words offended Villain so deeply. Somehow, in all the years of their rivalry, they never grasped just how much their opinion mattered to their frenemy.

"Can't even deny it?" Villain sighs, running a hand through their hair to suppress the urge to rip Hero into pieces and make a coat out of them. "You know what? Fuck you."

Villain turns to leave, not quite sure if they are mad or disappointed. This seems to bring Hero back to life and consciousness. "No, wait!" They chase after them, but Villain won't slow their pace, striding away with determined heavy steps. They count to three and can't help the sigh that escapes them when Hero stops them. Knew it.

"Please, I swear I didn't mean it like that!" Hero yells to their turned back, struggling to catch up because they keep tumbling over their own feet. "Dove, please, I'll make it up to you."

Villain's lips stretch into a smug smile when Hero comes to a halt next to them, clutching their hand in their shaking fingers.

"Oh, you will." They nod to themselves, content that their plan, as painful as it was, worked out. But when they meet Hero's hopeful eyes and allow them to graze their fingertips over their fractured limb, the ache subsides, slowly dissipating under the gentle touch of their cold skin. "You will."

Masterlist

[xoxitgirl]

all mine ♡ 2 week challenge

I wanted to make this on my tumblr acc because I want to be a little more private with the way I go about my challenges and my desires for now! if you want to participate feel free! but the idea of this challenge is no action is ever required!! for the next two weeks I’m doing a no effort challenge. I don’t need to take any action whatsoever (no working out or scripting, no methods or techniques) because I know everything I want is mine. manifestation is supposed to be fun and natural! it’s not supposed to be stressful, or tiring, or draining in any type of way. and ngl i been stressing myself out so this is about relaxing and stepping into the energy of “I know—therefore I am.” I’m just going to be dwelling in my desired state and not worrying about having to put in any effort or take action!

there’s only two rules—

no stopping!!

any day I stop sets me back by 5 days (ib @princessin4D in twitter)

background ♡

the only thing ima be doing for the next two weeks is living in a state of having everything i want… thats it! my interpretation of states is that they’re who you resonate/identify with, you’re always in a state of consciousness and understanding them is realllly helpful for conscious manifestation—@nazdoll.e on instagram has a really informative post on states that I recommend checking out!

anytime I think about the 3D im literally going to tell myself “it is already done. it is already mine,” and move forward into a state of receptiveness!

my desires ♡

very slight face changes, waist-length hair, having a helllla successful business + everything i need to start another, moving out, always on shopping sprees + spawning money outta thin air, new wigs, haircare + skincare, and more! literally an endless list ya’ll but like I said—no action!

“you have all that you want within you right now.” ♡

there really is nothing to change but self and thats the idea behind this challenge. I’m going to be simply deciding that I have all of my desires and live as if! any time that I check the 3D, I add 5 more days—this is to help myself focus on the 4D since imagination is the only reality. this is also to remind myself that there is nothing that can take me out of alignment but me—I’m going use this concept to focus my energy inward. “as above so below, as within so without.” -the kybalion

[borahaerhy]

Sorting the BTS Members into Hogwarts Houses bc I can

My credentials: I have two hyper fixations in my life, the only two things I actually care about, the only two things I spend all day and night thinking about and they are: Harry Potter and BTS.

Without further ado, here is how I would sort them

THERE ARE ONLY TWO THAT I AM CERTAIN OF, ONLY TWO THAT I AM ABSOLUTELY POSITIVE THAT THEY ARE IN THESE HOUSES AND THEY ARE: 

Jung Hoseok: Hufflepuff

Where tf else would he go

Sweetie pie

Chill

Always trying to be nice to everyone and make everyone seem loved and appreciated 

Possibly a stoner 

OBSCENELY humble and cool 

Mom Friend™

Min Yoongi: Slytherin

Smart as fuck

Knows what he’s good at and doesn’t need any validation whatsoever 

Not unwilling to cheat in order to win a game 

Along that note: Competitive 

EXTREMELY prideful in where he came from

Confident 

NOW AS FOR THE NEXT TWO, I AM FAIRLY CERTAIN ON WHAT HOUSE THEY WOULD BE PLACED IN, BUT I COULD SEE ARGUMENTS MADE FOR OTHERS. THEY ARE: 

Kim Seokjin: Gryffindor (?)

Cool Guy™

Funny, class clown type 

Studies well, but prefers to do just about anything else 

Competative, but moreso in theory

Like he goes to all the quidditch matches and screams so loudly for his team, and talks made shit on whoever they’re playing against, but would never actually play the sport. 

Overly Confident 

HOWEVER

I could literally see him being sorted into any of the houses and it making sense. 

Hufflepuff? 

Sure, he’s a chill guy. 

Prefers to spend his time relaxing rather than doing things

Has known how to sneak into the kitchens since first year, and does it almost nightly. 

Ravenclaw? 

Why not? He’s smart and works hard 

Dad jokes are basically cheesy riddles, so he can get into the common room no problem 

Would probably be studying anything other than what’s been assigned to him. 

Slytherin? 

He might not fit in perfectly, but the traits are there

Smart mouthed and overly confident 

Doesn’t need validation from anyone 

Competative - very okay with cheating/lying in order to win the game 

It’s all in the name of fun, right? 

He could be literally any of them bro idek at this point.

Kim Taehyung: Hufflepuff

All for chilling the fuck out

Sporatically hyper 

Also possibly a stoner 

Doesn’t like when others are left out 

LOVES ANIMALS 

Also class clown vibes but more like he just wasn’t paying attention and was accidentally funny when he was called on

BUT I could see the argument for Ravenclaw:

So smart bro 

Would have an absolute blast with the riddles 

Probably loves researching niche topics that have nothing to do with anything but he’d much rather know if polyjuice potion would give it’s user the same ailments as the person they’re becoming than complete the essay McGonogall assigned two weeks ago 

You can’t really tell if he's just really smart or a little crazy (affectionate) 

NOW, WE MOVE ONTO THE BANE OF MY EXISTANCE, FOR HE IS SPLIT DEADASS DOWN THE MIDDLE BETWEEN TWO HOUSES, AND I CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF ME DECIDE WHICH ONE IS MORE ACCURATE. I PRESENT TO YOU: 

Park Jimin: Slytherin/Hufflepuff

He’s a Slytherin because: 

Smart, but make it mischievous 

Knows exactly how to get what he wants 

Very sure of himself 

C O M P E T A T I V E 

Get’s top grades and will tell everyone about it 

Generally not unwilling to cut a bitch 

But he’s a Hufflepuff because:

The most loyal and empathetic man to maybe have ever existed 

Will do anything to make his friends/loved ones happy 

There are more important things than academics (still gets top grades though)

Generally not unwilling to cut a bitch 

AND FINALLY, THIS LAST SECTION COULD’VE GONE INTO THE SECOND SECTION JUST FINE, BUT I’M PETTY AND DISAGREE WITH NAMJOON’S SORTING DECISIONS (that he made like 7 years ago) AND LIKE I CAN SEE HIS POINT BUT HE’S SO WRONG. FINALLY, AT LONG LAST, WE HAVE: 

Jeon Jungkook: Ravenclaw/Gryffindor 

He’s a Ravenclaw because: 

Very smart, and he definitely prides himself on it to some degree

A true Jack of all Trades 

Wants to be the best at everything, and is very willing to work towards getting it

Namjoon said he’d be a Ravenclaw (and who am I to argue with Joonie?) 

But he’s a Gryffindor because: 

Outwardly, he’s the most Gryffindor person you could get 

Competative 

Athletic 

Academically driven 

Popular Jock type 

A mischievous little shit 

Seriously, would make the Marauders proud 

But he would take the house cup so fucking seriously guys 

I cannot stress that enough 

If they lost even one of the years he attended Hogwarts

He’d never let it go. It would keep him up at night for years to come 

(And I feel like that’s a very Gryffindor trait)

(Turns out I’m very willing to argue with Joonie. Sorry, babe)

Note: Regardless of all of this, I think it'd would be hilarious if Jungkook was still sorted into Ravenclaw. He's just outwardly extremely Gryffindor, bringing complete chaos and unprecedented success to Ravenclaw that they haven't seen in centuries. 10/10 concept.

SPEAKING OF JOON: 

Kim Namjoon: Gryffindor/Ravenclaw 

He’s a Gryffindor Because: 

Outrageous amounts of leadership potential 

Because Namjoon said he’d be a Gryffin– damn I already made that joke

But he’s a Ravenclaw because: 

Do I really have to say it? 

The smartest person I’ve never met 

An actual genius 

Would get top grades but only because he’s smart so everyone expects him to 

Would much rather be researching literally anything else 

Animagi 

Unicorns

The Philosopher's Stone

Literally anything because he’s in a magic school and anything’s possible 

(He would also be muggleborn, but that’s more of my own headcannon)

Really couldn’t give a fuck less about Quidditch 

Or winning the house cup 

Wtf is house pride? I’m just here to read, man

ALSO, in my PROFESSIONAL OPINION, he would really fw Divination, and I generally just don't think Gryffindor's really do, because it's so theoretical.

If you have any other points that I've overlooked please let me know, I love talking about this kind of shit.

[kristinamae093]

Hello and happy Sunday, friends! I hope it's been a great week for everyone! It's been hot as balls here with humidity to match, so I've been holed up inside perfecting my hermit-ism (I am a legendary hermit, I legit have messages in my inbox asking if I'm still alive.😂)

With that being said, I've been working on a lot in my moments of mental clarity! Not only with stuff here, but I'm getting back into photography as well, so I guess that's exciting 😬. I'm also working on a character profile for Kyla, my OC from HCTS that I'm fairly pumped about.

Okay, below is the stuff I beckoned you for 🤣😘. I guess you could expect at least one of these this coming week, hopefully maybe probably. Per usual, there's more than six sentences and everything is subject to change and probably will because helloooooooooo, it's me. 🤷‍♀️

One bad word below (thanks, Kyla.)

In this part of HCTS, Bastien asks Liam if he'd like him to contact authorities (regarding Constantine's whereabouts), Liam says we don't want the same thing happening as last time. So, I wrote a little one shot to fill in that blank. 😬 It's called An Apple A Day.

After a time, a loud engine could be heard in the distance. As it got closer, Liam realized it was a semi hauling something to them. The truck stopped a ways away and started backing up. He saw what it was that was being carried, but had no time to register it as the trailer started heading directly for one of the statues at the entrance to the garden.

"No no no–" Liam started, but the loud shatter as the marble hit pavement cut him off. The driver got out and apologized profusely, to which Liam could only clench his jaw and nod. It wasn't that the statue was important, the issue was the gathered press still taking pictures of the ordeal; he knew he was going to have to get creative to try and explain this.

Next, here's a peak into the next part of Here Comes The Sun ☀

Kyla handed Constantine his pole and he took it with wide eyes. “You didn’t tell me you were a professional! That was record time!”

Kyla shrugged. “I guess it’s one of the only good things I picked up from being raised in Farmville.” She chuckled.

A bark of laughter escaped Constantine, but he started coughing immediately after. Kyla quickly grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to him with a concerned expression. He took a swig, inhaled a few deep breaths, and finally calmed himself. He sat his drink down, grabbed his pole, and launched his line into the water as if nothing happened at all.

Kyla stood watching his every move, unsure of what to do. The pollen probably isn’t doing any good for his lungs. We should go back. Constantine sat back down in his chair and rested the pole close beside him; he let out a content sigh, closed his eyes, and raised his head to look up at the sky. He looks so fucking relaxed… Trent didn’t come down here, so maybe this is fine. Yeah… this is fine. I’m not going to mess this up for him.

Last, here's a excerpt from Ghosted titled The Apple Banquet.

“No.” Bertrand firmly responded as he pulled himself from Maxwell’s embrace, “You are not to blame here whatsoever Maxwell… In fact, I may be more at fault here than you..." He took a deep breath and quietly said, "I… I'm afraid I may need to come clean about something…"

Maxwell immediately moved and stood next to Liam with a furrowed brow. Liam felt his heart rate increase and stepped forward instantly. "What do you mean?"

"I… I worry you may find out anyway during your investigation, and I feel after my other atrocious actions I may as well come clean and take my punishment."

Bertrand was suddenly yanked up from his seat by Liam's strong hands. Liam held Bertrand by the collar of his sweater and pulled his face to eye level, nearly lifting him off his feet. "What did you do?"

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I don't know who I'm supposed to tag, so everyone is getting it lololol. However, please consider this your open invitation to share anything you may be working on, and please make sure to tag me in return if you do! (No pressure, but FEEL ALL THE PRESSURE 🙃)

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[silverbriseis]

I really love one-sided kyman but like mutual, where they pine for each other thinking it's unrequited but really both of them are just fucking idiots who can't communicate LMAO, though I'd like to think Cartman would be the first to catch feelings, like a slow gradual buildup because he's spent so much time with Kyle by his side but he knows deep down Kyle would never return his feelings because he thinks Kyle is the entire antithesis to his being and they could never be so he'd genuinely bury everything deep down (maybe it might manifest into his cupid me persona who knows) so I do think after a particularly gruesome fight or argument(and a horrible realization) he'd stop pursuing Kyle in whatever shenanigans and like slowly move away(Which he's shown to do both in s20 and PC)

And meanwhile for Kyle, everything just hits him suddenly like a trainwreck, he'd no doubt be happy at first that Cartman FINALLY decided to stop with whatever tomfoolery he had to begin with though after a while, he expects everything will go back the way it was(eg. cartman joining them again in their friendgroup) but then he slowly comes to realize... that isn't the case now. In lunchtime, He seeks glances at Cartman yet Cartman looks away, never meeting him eye to eye. He would probably try to approach Cartman after but Cartman again also avoids him, and even when he manages to finally find him and have a talk, Cartman just goes"oh sorry, Kyle I have to go to the bathroom/have somewhere to attend to" and then quickly scoots away. Kyle would resort to namecalling quickly and call him a fatass and instead of Cartman being mad or retorting it against him, he'd just smile and go "mhm" and leave which would so deal a devastating blow for Kyle LMAO. So anyways, I think for a while, Kyle would so 100% believe that cartman was onto some new scheme that he was planning so he would absolutely not believe this at all because Cartman has never disengaged him, how could he now?

So yeah Kyle would like probably spend the next week or two just trying to figure whatever the hell Cartman is planning, he'd probably try to convince the rest of the friendgroup to join him but like... unlike Kyle, they know how to take a hint or two LOL, Actually I think it'd be even sad/funny if Cartman just interacted with Kenny and Stan mostly normally with less insults/ while he just full on avoided Kyle, so Stan would be like "dude what are you on about? He's been pretty nice the entire week" and Kenny might chime in and be like "Yeah, he's even helped me some photography stuff" in some muffled speech. Anyways, Kyle would so be mad LMAO and be like "he's trying to trick you all! " in some huge speech, talking about how he's done this before while Stan and Kenny assure him that he's been doing this for a while now and that he most likely would have done something by now if he had any ulterior motive, and that it's pretty possible that he's grown as a person by now. (Kyle still wouldn't believe it)

So like after all that he'd so definitely corner Cartman in some secluded area in school and be like "alright, fatass this is enough, what the hell are you planning?" And even though Cartman doesn't wanna engage with him whatsoever in theory, he'd definitely give in it practice if Kyle pressured enough(it's in his instinct, okay!) So he'd be like "I dunno Kyle, what am I planning indeed?" And then Kyle would be so mad and frown and then they would definitely bicker back and forth with Kyle being like "just quit it already dumbass, it won't work on me" and then Cartman playing dumb and being like "Oh, what won't work on you Kyle? And knowing them, it has a pretty big chance of resorting to physical baha. But I do think before it escalates to that Cartman might drop the act and just be honest "Kyle, what if instead of me planning anything,what if I just genuinely didn't wanna talk to you?" And Kyle would likely freeze on the spot because he didn't even consider that a possibility, because the Cartman he's always known has never even thought about doing that, because if he did they most likely wouldn't be here now. So his first instinct would definitely be to argue against it. "Bullshit! that's what you always like to pull, I don't believe this for one bit!" And Cartman would raise a eyebrow or two and be like "Whatever you want to believe Kyle, it's not my problem" and then he'd just leave, while Kyle would probably be speechless.

Anyways after that day, he'd definitely be even more wary of Cartman, he would be expecting for some really messed up to shit yet it would never happen which would leave him even more wary, because Cartman now doesn't even have the gall to pretend to be nice to him, he doesn't even smile at him in the hallways,it leaves Kyles feeling quite weird, has Eric ever treated Kyle so.... Insignificantly?

I do think maybe after a month or two of some very sleepless nights, he'd probably come to the "same" conclusion as everyone else. Cartman doesn't care anymore. Coming to that conclusion, Kyle should feel happy, right? After all, isn't this what he's always wanted, for that fatass to leave him alone, to stop terrorizing him. Yet, why does he feel nothing?

I definitely think he'd notice that feeling and he'd try to avoid it but no matter what he does, he can't forget it, everything would feel, well-empty. For a while, He'd still acts the same way to everyone but now there's no one to demean him for that or to call him a dirty jew. Anytime, he does or says something impulse, there's no one to belittle him anymore for every little thing, Maybe he'd ACTUALLY avoid that thought admittedly, one day hes hanging with Kenny and Stan, maybe they are getting tickets for the movie, he'd notice how Stan only got 3 tickets, he'd get confused and ask "where's the other one" Stan would again ALSO be confused and be like "Dude, why would I get a extra one?" And kyle would retort back and be like "Oh obviously, for Cartman" until he realizes there is NO Cartman there. Maybe he'd notice the empty seat on their cafeteria table, wondering who's it for, then he realizes that Cartman is taking way too long so that seat is for Cartman right? Until he heard Cartmans laugh across the cafeteria then he remembers Cartman doesn't sit with them anymore.

[tuliptiger]

A vent post

I am exhausted in this week of weeks. Im exhausted of being alive and living in this world. Bone deep, and tired. 27 years old and I'm so, so weary.

I don't understand how people can live freely and unburdened, or in the very least they've figured out how to move forward and dream and build their lives. I don't feel like I can dream, I'm tired of my privilege and that's a privilege in of itself. I'm poor, I'm alone ie I support myself and I'm there for myself, I'm in a transition life period right now and it's nightmarish.

I still enjoy thing from time to time, I still have my pets at my moms when I visit I only dream of one day having back at my house that isn't built but has been in construction for a year and a half now. I try to eat healthy but still enjoy the foods I like, I'm heavier than I've ever been. Unemployment still isn't figured out but looks hopeful, hopeful enough to believe it resolved this or next week.

I think I'll be fine in the long run but I can't enjoy what I have knowing others have less because in all of these personal life issues and challenges and joys there is still a war we're complicit in. There are still horrific famines and struggles and I cannot take on the world's burdens but. As an American I'm tied to it and there is only so much I can do.

I don't want to give up my life. Some don't have a choice I feel bad about that but I can't give up my life, for the last couple years of my life I've finally relearned how to like living and regained the want to live again. Guilt does nobody any good especially in this instance, I know I know I know it's a white American privilege to even get to feel this way but I don't know what to do about it within my power.

I can't not feel bad about it but I don't know how to make it not crippling. I cannot enjoy my life knowing these atrocities are happening I don't know how. Is it ok to enjoy my life? Why do I need someone to tell me that. I grew up poor, I lived poor, I am poor but I'm building a house with all of my willpower and money I possess I don't think I have a bad job $42,000 a year (if I get to work the full year) I don't think is bad I can live this way I am living this way and I don't desire more other than to cover the house costs.

I feel privileged to have a car, to get a loan and go into debt and to be able to, as hard fought and disaster ridden this house buying/building process has been I FEEL the privilege but it feels like a lead anchor and not a joy. There is no joy in any of this the only thing I truly feel grateful for is my car.

How can I be building a house when thousands and hundreds of thousands have lost theirs over and over again how can I complain about loans and debt and prices. I deserve a house too but I don't feel like it right now even if it isn't helpful. We all deserve housing, I am not excluded but I just. I don't, I can't feel any different man.

This will never be over in my lifetime, the Palestinian struggle will end eventually it must. They will be free they will be safe I have to believe but American horrors and involvement in all of the worst parts of the world will never end in my life. People will give their lives to try and slow it and mitigate it but I don't see America changing without a full blown internal war. And I can't cope with the loss of life, the loss of these modern day current heroes protesting and dying and losing parts of their lives for what?

Americas puppet, americas arms, americas power and money and profit. For what for what for what for what for what I can't understand it at all. I don't have the power, the money or the people to help. I just reblog posts, share info, keep my support unwavering and beliefs firm but I'm not doing anything of importance. I'm not showing up, I'm not donating I'm not doing anything of value whatsoever I'm just chattering. I'm scared when I don't have a right to be.

People with american flags and guns, firm beliefs of sexism, racism, who regularly say they wouldn't mind killing minorities and women and anyone not in their approved people list. People who the people in power would throw away and kill readily for the hell of it willing to kill others for nothing. I am scared to face them I am not going to lie. It's terrifying knowing people that are dangerous, stupid and blind are on the other side waiting for an excuse.

I don't control any fate or events in the future. I can't see this getting any better, I've felt it in my bones since COVID but we're on the track of it getting worse, and worse before it gets better. And man rock bottom feels like a long, long way away from here. Sorry for the tone of this entire thing but, I've not been feeling good lately. And I don't know what to do about it.

[inkedtae]

Hello Bee, I came here to VENT! Or otherwise, I will lash out my anger at someone or cry myself for weeks. SO, I have been interning at a cancer research laboratory as a 3rd-year student without getting whatsoever for NINE MONTHS. I could be paid at the beginning, but my professor made a stupid mistake and missed the grant deadline, so I was not paid. He said a forced out sorry and never talked about it ever again. I said it will be fine and decided to do a voluntary internship even though I needed the money. I budgeted the hell out and let my parent cover most of my expenses which I HATE! AND when he had the chance to find me a sponsor, he choose to pay another intern, whom he thought was more "hard-working". Professor talked about how great he was to his colleages during lunch break, he kept mentioning that that intern was the best. That intern came to the hospital for like 3 DAYS, and we never saw him again. He was being paid even though he did ZERO work, and I did fucking everything: every fucking experiment!!! I did fucking paperwork even though I didn't have to. I did the cleaning, I called the doctors, and insurance people, and I called the fucking FedEx when one of our kits was lost. I took the bus and the train to get our package from across the city so that we could move on with the experiments quickly. I FUCKing did dishes for people!!! I walked between blocks for thousands of times to make sure our samples were taken care of. I stayed at the lab overnight to make sure every thing ran smoothly. I re-did a month of work when one our facilities had a major incident where all of our samples were ruined. I did all of these because I loved our research, and I wanted my professor to see I was hardworking too. AND he fuuuckiing saw it every day that I put in effort that even he didn't. So I expected that I would get the next grant. Unfortunately, I didn't. This time it was nobody's fault—fine— but at least SOMEONE could apologise and thank me. Not surprisingly, all I got was "it is not my fault this time". Our project lasted around 10 months, which I was a part of for 9 months of it without getting zero money. This month—19 fucking days—, I had some serious medical issues, so I had to work from home. A few days ago, my professor said he submitted our research paper to fairly good journal. I thought I was finally getting my prize. I wasn't paid money, but a research article that has my name would be awesome. HAH! He said that there was a limit to number of author he could submit. He had to give priorities to some people, and my name wasn't on the paper…. I am utterly hurt, I feel so betrayed and stupid. I feel used. This research was everything I wanted to do and now I seriously want to drop out. The worse thing is I am bounded to this laboratory more than ever because I have to write my dissertation to graduate. I absolutely despise everything and I don't want to do anything. Sooo :)))):):):):):):)::).)) So my plan is to binge read RAC and hope that my sweet Taedaddy could fuck this stress out of my body with his 9inch cock.

Hi Anon!

First, I want to thank you for opening up and ranting about this. You are welcome to do so anytime! I’m happy to be here for you! I am also just so so sorry. I am fuming right now! I don’t even know what to say— like I reread this four times and I’m still in complete confusion and shock. I mean I totally understand and believe it all considering I too am a poc and a woman and have been cheated out of opportunities too but I have never experienced something so fucking frustrating, heartbreaking and disappointing. This just breaks my heart.

There must be something we can do. Have you tried talking to the head of your department about this and explaining everything? You deserve the recognition at the very least! I understand they have their processes with the whole grant stuff and there might not be any leeway there but to not even credit you? You have sacrificed so much and put all your time and effort into this project. And it’s so obvious that he was discriminating against you because you’re a poc woman, like there has to be someone we can talk to about this.

I don’t want to pressure you or force you into a situation you don’t want to be in. Trust me, I know how hard it can be to try to stand up for yourself because some racist white man is conning you out of everything you’ve worked for, granted you are far more dedicated to your work than I was and I am in no way try to take from that. I just know that the process of doing what’s right by you can be difficult. At times, I have regretted saying anything and bringing stuff like this to someone’s attention but girl you literally put your blood sweat and tears into this. You deserve to be paid and you deserve to have your name on there. He clearly has a pattern and habit of negligence when it comes to poc women since he MISSED YOUR DEADLINE (which omg I’m literally about to strangle that man) and then proceeded to direct all recognition and attention and opportunities to a man who was not as dedicated or experienced as you are. How is he gonna chest you out of your money, make you work insanely hard and then get another man there who only shows up three times and praises him for it like what the actual fuck. Clearly he has poor judgement of character and should not be in a position where he can abuse his power. You deserve your justice and I’m so sorry there’s nothing I can do to help you. All I can do is be here for you and suggest you try to talk to someone about this. At the very least it will be on record that he has a history of doing this and karma will do the rest. And you never know, if he’s doing this to you, he maybe did it to others and this might be the last straw and he’ll get fired! Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part.

You know what? Gimme his name! I’ll take care of this for you! 😐🔪

[t-am-i-the-asshole]

AITAH for being frustrated and disgusted in what my sister and BIL did so I did something for my niece??

I’m an auntie and I never want kids. Me and my husband went over to my big sister’s house about two weeks ago and she has four kids; my homegirl Legacy(13f) and then my nephews Leon(4) Leo(4) and Landon(3w). I’m not very fond of the twins because they take up their sister’s attention and space. Legacy just turned 13 two weeks ago!! Went it was time for the party absolutely NONE of her friends came. It was only her cousins, ages 8-4 years old and I was pissed because I mean yes cousins can come but what about her friends?!?! Her cousins are literally still under the age of 10 and most of them are boys and they don’t even spend time with her anymore because she’s “older” to them. She has maybe 3 best friends she wanted to invite, she told me.

Legacy didn’t have ANY fun whatsoever. Her mom had a ball pit for little kids, a small water slide, one of those inflatable water slides for small kids… it was hell I tell you, HELL. In the goodie bags my sister put in a whole bunch of kid stuff in there… and I promise to god I almost peed on myself from being disturbed by the fact that she had a damn Minnie and Mickey Mouse mini drawing pad in there and NOT ONLY DID SHE HAVE BABY STUFF IN THERE, LEGACY DIDN’T EVEN GET A GOD DAMN BAG!! I mean yeah it got baby stuff in there but at least let her have a fuckin bag. Legacy couldn’t even do anything there cause her mom had her taking care of her brother.

She put 1 candle into the back which was confusing to me because she’s 13 not 1. But then she blew the candle out and then my sister put another one on and she told the kids to line up and they all blew out the candles and I was fuckin damned outta this world… like if she don’t get her fuckin shit together I swear…

But then I left because I so pissed. So I did what I did best… and took matters into my own hands. Me and my husband were so mad at my sister that we decided that we were gonna be the RESPONSIBLE AND INTELLIGENT ADULTS and give Legacy what she really wanted. We moved the furniture in a room and we added pillows, blankets, squishmellows, Legacy’s favorite snacks, I had a nail place set up, and I bought us some girly pajamas and me, her, and her friend(not the boys) had a great time. Then the next day my husband took her and her friends(including the boys) to a skating place and we too then to go eat. It was the best.

My sister and BIL was mad that we didn’t do a with the smaller kids and just did the bigger kids. I told her that what she did two weeks ago was shitty and very immature of her and she said that I was a terrible auntie.

[kaoarika]

The "data migration is the reason i'm stressing and suffering" saga continues.

And I messed up something :).

I, somehow, forgot that when you upload stuff to cloud services like G00gle Drive, you cannot recover the date data from when you originally downloaded the thing. Or made it.

So... imagine having to go back to transfer ALL of that you already copied and dl'ed again, while fully knowing the movement takes around a hour to do so because you are having issues with the USBs (in a general sense) with the laptop, and you have to approach it in the more eloquent and less pressing way possible so it doesn't force you to shut it down so you can "securely eject" the USB.

While also considering AAAALLL the wasted time in uploading these same stuff in G00gle Drive :)))) (and dowloading them as well).

*long sigh*

I have been feeling regrets about all of this. It's the leftovers I still have in me over the loss of my external disk back in June. Something that I supposedly accepted and decided to move on... except I didn't expect stuff going slightly rough within my current laptop, and all over a couple of jumpscares this past week alone, lmao. But I feel like I'm wasting my time for whatsoever reason (in fact, it kinda is... because it was my initial fault where I was led to be doing this). And even more when I am still finding myself with the newer laptop and my lack of complete trust to it (I want a good luck strike and MS not making me suffer for the next month or next three years if you feel me, especially with a brand new computer, not a preowned one). Let's be real, if I didn't mess that one thing up with my external disk, I wouldn't be doing this. Perhaps I would have finished while transferring my current documents and such in use and THAT'S IT!

The thing about the USB or the USB port I have been having these past two days has been annoying the hell out of me (where, for some reason, it identifies randomly the USB I already plugged minutes before, again), and makes me wonder if I will be able to use the Intuos or another screen, and heck, even the mouse or the eventual external disk I NEED to get because I simply cannot let things to rot (?) in two different computers. Ahhh... I need the USB hub thing... but then I think about wasting money if it doesn't work OTL.

I am scared, basically. Ideas and scenarios going through my head in failing.

The other thing about G00gle Drive, is that, it's potentially a good way to leave stuff that I may not use in the close future but I don't want to lose it in any way possible (even with stuff that I "regret" making...), yet I don't want to have it "at hand" on my disk space, and "backing it up there" seems like a good option... but for that I should also do more moves I am not in the mood to do (at the moment) :/ but conveniently, saves me time and all that. Should pay for a space increase in at least one of my accounts, though, lmao (ALSO not in the mood to do that atm).

UGH, I just want to finish it all ;A;

(P.S.)

It's 8:13 PM when I am editing this and I just had that USB issue (luckily, it's just the same USB drive... as of right now)... JUUUUST in the middle of a Windows Defender customized scan? And just when I was this close to copy some vids... LUCKILY, it didn't happen when I was in the middle of a movement or smth, because, MAN wouldn't that be so fucked up? :))))

[leaving-anorexia-behind]

26/08/24

So much has changed so quickly and I'm getting whiplash once again from the constant changing of decisions. Being offered to return for 3 months from when I get back from an EDU to make sure I went to a suitable placement seems like a lifetime ago. My home-team and funders refused to fund me any further time here as here were the ones who wanted to evict me in the first place. In fairness, I don't blame them.

It was the clinical lead and most of the support workers who wanted me to stay. Only, it wasn't to be.

On Tuesday I spoke with care coordinator. If go to an EDU without an address, then I'll be stuck in there for months and months while they try to find another placement, which would probably end up being similar to the house-share anyway. It's because the placement I fell in love with want me to go to an intermediate placement first which is fair enough but there aren't many (if any) that are suitable. So, she asked me to go the house-share, despite even acknowledging herself the situation wasn't ideal. She promised the community ED team would visit daily and the house-share had agreed to stay female only while I'm there and only admit low risk residents.

Reluctantly I agreed to go.

My care coordinator spoke about capacity and how she believes I have more than what here feel I have. I wondered if that meant I'm not unwell and therefore didn't need to go to an EDU.

The following day, I briefly updated the clinical lead that I would be leaving soon to go to the house-share. She was not happy about it, but despite emails about their concerns to my home-team, it was all set to happen and soon. Near the end she asked me to do the squat test, only my legs shook as I desperately tried to prove I could do it. I felt so ashamed.

I then saw my GP, who gave me more of a reality check than I had bargained for. My ecg had come back with tachycardia, my blood pressure all over the place and my muscles were wasting. The nurse who had taken it upon himself to come in asked her to write a letter stating her concerns, so she did. Although, first she said that even though I'm medically stable now, I soon won't be and would need an emergency medical admission.

Friday, my care coordinator emailed to confirm I'm to move to the house-share the following Tuesday (tomorrow). So I informed the clinical lead who wanted me to stay here until my admission. Luckily, my GP called and I was able to sort a letter to say I am cows milk intolerant and need to use my own laundry things due to eczema and sensitive skin.

Yesterday, my old key worker from the previous house did a one off shift and I was so grateful as it meant I was able to say goodbye. Plus, I'd written a goodbye letter and got her a box of chocolates. She was saying this is the worst she's ever seen me and I have no capacity whatsoever as I don't see myself the same way everyone does. I tried to say I was ok but she wasn't buying it, not at all. It's partly because on my previous admission, they were able to coax me to eat and help me get back on track, only this time she said "we've lost you". That broke my heart. I only wanted to be able to manage my ED.

We agreed here was definitely not the right place for me, but wherever I go next to get the help for my mental health AND my ED. I said I'd do my best but sadly that was very hard to come by. It's even harder to find the right therapist. We spoke about EDUs and I was surprised when she said she would have had me admitted weeks ago when she saw me, now she wants me to go in asap, as she doesn't feel I'll last anywhere near a week without needing to go into general for a medical admission at the house-share. I tried to say I'd be ok, but she wasn't buying it.

Part 2 coming tomorrow when I've moved into my new home! I wonder how long I'll be there for.

[amnotaqueen]

Gonna Have To Walk Through Flames

When I come on here to write as part of my therapy, I hardly know where to begin. There is so much going on, so many feelings I have. Since my husband refused to talk to me weeks ago about his treatment/discipline of our son, started ignoring me, would receive no input whatsoever from my lips, despite my pleading for him to compromise with me because I am also our son's parent, I have worked hard to set a boundary. I cannot continue to be treated so poorly and act like everything is ok. It's not. The damage being done to me is severe. I'm not ok. So I am no longer allowing him to figuratively trample and stomp on me one evening, and then the next morning he say 'good morning' to me, like nothing happened (throwing crumbs at me). In the past, I might have soothed myself with those crumbs thinking, 'at least he is talking to me'. And like a good Christian wife, I would eagerly try to move forward in a positive manner with my husband. And I would accept the crumbs as a peace offering and allow my husband to pull me into a room for him to have me open my legs for him. But they are fake peace offerings. And the positivity was always fake. Because in no time, I was being insulted, ignored, and minimized again.

So, recently, I did not accept the bread crumbs. I remained aloof because any attempt at communicating with him with mutual respect and fairness was pointless. He could see I was not taking the bait. He may be angry at not having sex. Not that he has tried recently. He wouldn't try if he suspects there is a high chance of me not wanting to. And he doesn't like to feel rejected. And he doesn't want to seem as though he is even interested in sex. So he stopped throwing crumbs and is not not going to talk much to me. I used to get upset, cry, and try to reconcile. I have not tried to reconcile. Now, he is trying to punish me for not continuing to beg for him to abuse me. He is trying to start arguments. Wanted to get me riled up for a screaming match. I'm not riled up and not screaming. I'm not taking the bait. His leaving the kitchen dirty late at night after I've already cleaned the kitchen and gone to bed didn't work. His refusal to go together with me to the driver license office with our son didn't work. His insulting the food I cooked did not work. His refusal to put air in the tires of the car I drive (and him as well) didn't work. Yesterday evening, he tried to get me riled up when I told him the key to the car was broken, I dropped it again. He acted like the key should last forever, What did I expect him to do about it? There was no replacement key. Oh well. Buy another key? Not him. By the way, he tried to shame me for dropping the key to break it. Fact is, I drop it a lot because my hands are full with items like my bag, my son's bag, my light jacket, my phone, and I may not have pockets to put things in. Nor do I have his assistance carrying things. He told me that I can pay for things myself. I don't work. I stay home with our son, saving the expense for child care. He works and makes at least $80,000 a year. Why would he expect me to find a way to pay for this key to a car all of us use. Well, the bottom line is that if I don't fall in line with whatever he wants, then I can't expect him to do anything to benefit me in any way. Well, I had to call a brother from our kingdom hall. This older brother helped me by explaining to me somethings my husband would not explain to me. Not only did he not want to pay, he wanted to leave me in the dark about how to proceed. I was thinking I just needed to go to the car dealership, but that is not the case. So, in essence, he knows I told the brother about his treatment of me. Well, we he came home from work today, he was doing things to throw shade at me. I didn't respond in any negative way and had not mentioned the key to him. He is pissed at not getting a rise out of me. So now he is targeting our son. If he hurts my son, he knows that will hurt me. So this evening, I walked into the living room to see him standing by the sofa with popcorn on the floor around his feet. I asked my son to sweep it up. Innocently, I asked him if he had eaten some popcorn. My son said no. I don't know why he said no because it wasn't a big deal. I was not mad about the popcorn being on the floor or if he had eaten any. My husband didn't waste time. That was an opportunity to inflict pain on our son and therefore on me. He scolded him for lying. But didn't leave it at that. He jumped up telling my son to go to his room. My son was obviously terrified, expecting and fearing to be hit when he walked past his dad. Then my husband closed the door behind he and my son and proceeded to spank him with his belt. He came out after a few minutes. I knew he was daring me to say anything. He wanted to fight with me really. Why whoop a child with a belt for lying,WHEN YOU LIE? Total hypocrite. I didn't take the bait. I calmly went into the room where my son was crying and told him it was not good to lie. I comforted him. I checked him for bodily injury.

Well, that didn't work. So, his next ploy to get me riled up tonight was to try to take our son on a walk at 9 pm. Actually before that, he gave my son food to eat after I brushed his teeth ( he had already eaten dinner). He waited until I definitely would want our son to go to bed. Nine pm is even too late to me. So when our son was talking about getting daddy's shoes so they could go for a walk, I was telling our son that it was too late for him and he needed to go to bed. Finally, he found something to engage me in conflict. Conflict is the only language he speaks. And I tried to talk reasonably with him, but there is no reasoning with a narc. Ive already bathed him. He is wearing clingy pajamas. It's after nine pm. He needs to get enough sleep. If he is expected to go in the ministry in the morning with enough time to get dressed and eat, then he definitely needs to go to bed. He wasn't hearing any of it. It's still light out. So? It's 9pm. Other kids are playing outside. So? I don't know them or their age and they probably are not getting up early Saturday morning to go door to door. Besides there are also kids already in bed too, don't you think? He heard nothing. He demanded that our son go walking with him. He wants to spend time with him. He had just been spending time with him as I had been in my room while our son was with him in the living room. I asked him why he wanted to go walk with him after his bedtime when he is dressed for bed. He had not gone on walks with our son at 9 pm before, so why today? No answer. Well why don't you walk with him and spend time with him tomorrow. Nope, didn't want to do that. He was screaming, irate. I was upset because I wanted us to go to bed. I had not even slept well the night before. He kept demanding. I asked him to stop the conflict. I asked him when he thought was a good time for him to go to bed. He didn't answer. I had to exit the room with our son to get away from him.

Before I walked out, he angrily said 'lets talk about you having him or spending time with him one week, then I have him/spend time with him the next week's. Oh so now you want to talk to me? No, if you don't want to talk to me about what I wanted to talk about then how can you ask me to talk about what you want to talk about? He was furious.

Now. I'm afraid I'm going to have to walk through the flames of his rage. It will just escalate. He will get dumber and meaner. He has already started. Ignoring. Now I am invisible, dead, gone. He put the TV up to a high volume so that it would prevent me/my son from sleeping. He hid the remote control so I couldn't use it to adjust the volume myself. I can't ask him for it, because he can't hear me, remember? I don't exist. I asked Google to decrease the volume. He got his remote and turned the volume back up. I had Google put it on 12. He raised it to 15. I went to bed. Later, he turned on the light in my bedroom where we are sleeping, slamming doors, leaving door open when he left. He has turned up the volume again on the TV. Yeah, he's pissed. Wonder what tomorrow will bring.

[letsrantoutloud]

April 10, 2023: Looks like I’m the bully

This generation of people are starting to get on my nerves. I’ve never, in my life, been in contact with so many emotional people in my life--and specifically, boys. For one, this new generation is all about being in touch with your emotions--which is great. I have no qualms with that whatsoever. But with that being said, this younger generation seems to abuse this new ‘trend’ of being woke and emotional to the point they make people like me--who grew up with thick skin because my parents weren’t taught how to talk to their kids. I’ve grown to take it in and either let it go or make it better somehow.  But now I have a younger brother who is living with his mom and isn’t incline to do better for himself. For years, my siblings and I have told him to get his shit together because no one wants to be the one to ‘take care’ of a grown ass adult, especially when he is taking advantage of his mom for her inability to ‘force him to grow up’. My younger brother is good at telling you that he knows, and he knows what he needs to work on, and that he will do that. Works for a couple of days, and then back to doing nothing again. This is what I’m talking about, and I am the bully who will rant about it because I’m getting sick of the thought that I’m the bad guy when I’m not. Just fucking get your shit together and quit relying for others to do shit for you.

So with that said, I have been dealing with an issue with a guy around the same age as my younger brother who, apparently, has an issue with me.  Just to make it clear--my supervisors are all for peer to peer conversations and so I never thought this day would come where someone would have any problems with me. But I guess my life has been too quiet.  One of my coworker and I get pulled into a room and immediately she states something along the lines, “So it seems *this person* has a concern with people making fun of his ADHD...” At first I was like, whoa. Who is making fun of his ADHD? And she goes on to say how he has never told anyone about his ADHD and that he did not like how people were making fun of him for it. And he told her it usually happens when everyone is at the control area when he gets teased.  AGAIN, I didn’t think too much about it because I haven’t talked to him for what feels like a week or two. Then, at the last moment, she brings up that both my coworker and I’s name were listed as the ones who did so.  So...yes. From feeling bad for him, to literally, ‘wait, what??”

Mind you, I need to explain a little bit more about who he is. *This person* likes to joke around and even make remarks about himself. There are times where he sat next to me and when he moves and brushes up against me on accident, he would say, “Ew, don’t be feeling up on my dump truck.” Which would surprise me a bit and I wouldn’t look at him because, who the fuck talks about their ass like that? And I’ve never thought of his ass as big or anything. So I just shook it off. See what I did there? I just moved on from the scenario, even though he was calling himself a dump truck. He also sometimes call himself fat, but of course there is no response to that because that’s just weird.  There was also a recent time where the coworker who got called in as well asked if he drinks and he literally placed himself in a stereotype and said, “I’m *this”, of course I drink”. Learning from my years of working, when you freely stereotype yourself in front of a group, there is a human nature in us that pretty much is like, ‘oh if they can joke about themselves, that probably means I can joke too’.

I still dont exactly remember when and what I said to him. Usually I try to joke with people while trying to comment how they should do work this other way, so it wouldn’t be so messy next time. I TRIED to redirect the way they work in my own manner INSTEAD of just instantly bringing them somewhere to reprimand them for the shitty way they do the work. I may have commented if his adhd was preventing him from remembering from doing things that are needed, because if you know me, you know I like to observe and ask why things and people are doing it the way they do it. For example, never in my 6 years of working here, have I dealt with someone who constantly forgets to plug in a VERY important machine (that if low on battery, will need 24 hours to recharge, and mind you, we don’t have many of these machines and it is important to keep them plugged in!!), or forgets to label expiration dates on opened products (because we have a shortage right now) and it always comes back around to being HIM who had done it. The area he sits in is never clean, there is always water bottles, used masked and other miscellaneous items that should be thrown away because we all share areas!!

I never claimed to be perfect. Never claimed to be an angel. But when you have issues or concerns about what someone may have said, you need to address it and find out what their intent is for saying it. I remember when I was joking with a coworker but she quickly told me she was not in the mood for my teasing and what did I do? I backed off. To this day, we are still good coworkers who sit next to each other. I get it, and she gets it too. When I’m not in the mood or don’t look like im in the mood she asks if i’m okay. I’ve told her sometimes I just need time and she acknowledged what I said and has respected to this point and time. See what communication does with one another? 

Now im at a point at work where he is pretty much avoiding me and my coworker because of how ‘snitch’ it was for him to go to the supervisor instead of coming to us to say he did not like being teased, even if he may make it seem like he didn’t mind. And if I really butt hurt him, then honestly his ass can come to me about it. Now he can walk around knowing that he said something but now has made our relationship at work something it wasn’t before. Probably can’t really go back, and I’ve honestly thought about it. Should I just go and talk to him? Ask him about the details of the event he was talking about? And tell him my intent was never to hurt him to the point he is thinking about it to this day. And for next time, to tell him to just say he does not like that. And I will step back. Easier said than done right?

Another part of me also pointed out--I don’t really care for a relationship with him. He has told me plenty of times, he wants to go to events outside of work with his coworkers and pretty much build relationships. We’ve bonded through talking about gaming and computer stuff. He can be a bit annoying from my perspective because he is a wannabe ‘know it all’ who sometimes like to correct me if I talk with bad grammar or correct others about a certain topic he has ‘researched’. It sends me back to the time where we were training one of his classmates and she told me straight up that he was a teacher’s pet and he annoyed her. I can see that in the work that he does. He doesn’t like to be told how to do things sometimes and it shows when he doesn’t look at you when you are talking to him. His energy screams he wants to be the best at what he does and hopes to be the top dog around here, but at the same time, I just want him to chill the fuck out and learn the ropes before he thinks so highly of himself. That’s why the weeks before this happened, I haven’t gotten the energy to talk to him. Because he is draining and very opinionated at times. I also avoid working with him if possible because the work he does can be sloppy. So i’d rather just leave him be.  So here I am, guys. This guy whom I’ve built a relationship with in some ways by bonding about gaming and jrock, has come to an end. I thought we have built a decent enough relationship to the point where if I said something he did not like, he should have come to me and say it--as peer to peer. I would have taken it and apologized and we can go on our merry way. I am someone who remembers anyone’s request of me if I did something unintentionally hurtful. But at this point and time, I’m just annoyed that it has come to this. Mainly because I don’t have to build a relationship with someone who will go behind my back to tell me something. And honestly, never had a passion to get to know him outside of work.  So call it what you will--I am a bully and my coworker is afraid of me now.  But whatever. Snitches get stitches. If you weren’t ready to take this on, you shouldn’t have done that, right? Now I am just going to walk by you as you shiver in your pants about our strained relationship. Hahahahahhaha.

[simmereri]

simmereri blog post 2/23

Hey, everyone! I know only a couple of my followers from Tik Tok follow my Tumblr, but I just wanted to update y'all on what's up with my account right now. I haven't been posting for the past week (almost two weeks) because I got super sick after going to Universal Studios Hollywood to preview Super Nintendo World (It's super cool! If y'all have the chance to check it out, do it! But probably wear a mask!). I'm still sick as I'm typing this, but I'm feeling a lot better. Obviously, when I was sick I was not really down to make any content and still am not really ready to go back to posting anything quite yet.

On top of being sick, work and school just got really busy. That's something to kinda expect from my account moving forward. There might be a couple days when I'll be out just because (I like to think) I have a life outside of this account. Also, I was and still am, to a certain extent, feeling burnout. I know that's the last thing people want to hear about. A content creator getting burnt out. And I know, I just took a hiatus like last month for a couple of weeks, but I'm just trying to find my passion for content creation again. Now, whenever I open The Sims, all I think about is "Oh, how can I make whatever I'm doing into content?" I can never just enjoy the game, and that's just something I didn't realize I was signing up for.

This doesn't mean I hate The Sims or being a content creator. I just need to learn how to navigate these feelings. I'm trying to make some sort of income from Tik Tok because I am a college student, so Tik Tok is a job for me. So it's hard to separate "I'm working right now" from "I'm just playing The Sims for fun right now." It's tricky, but I'm working on it. And part of me feels silly writing this because, at the end of the day, most of my account is me mouthing audio clips that I don't even know the origins of talking about a video game. But it's my life, and I'm very grateful that I even have the following and support that I have. I truly am grateful. I'm not ungrateful in any way whatsoever. I feel so lucky to be where I am. So thank you if you read all of this blog post! I really do appreciate it! Now, I'm gonna log off because I have to run to my next class because I spent too much time writing this blog post!