#i got like 940+ hours on this game

[kaiserouo]

can i delete this game now

[icedcoffeeanaa]

food diary

3/20

bfast : iced americano w almond milk and sf hazelnut - 30cal

lunch : skipped

dinner : quesadilla w cheese, chipotle sauce, onions, and cilantro w crema - 460cal

snack : fries w queso and crema - 450cal

total : 940

exercise : -451

net : 489

broke my fast at 26 hours w fries bc i was feeling sick and dizzy and fries are like the lowest calorie thing at work and then i ended up eating one of my partner’s quesadillas when i got off bc my head was hurting so bad

hopefully i can fast until dinner tomorrow because we’re going out before my volleyball game to a pizza place and i really want to be able to eat there

probably not going to lose anything when i weigh tomorrow considering i ate so late tonight and i won’t be able to weigh again until monday so i’m hoping i can do well this week so i’ll lose!

[dingus-on-stardust]

📞what do you mean wrapped is already out? It came out this morning? Oh god oh fuck it’s time for-

✨Music Rant: 2023 Wrapped Edition✨

It’s time to absolutely roast review my stats for this year, compare them to last year, and see what Spotify cooked up. Slight warning, this shit is very long and I didn’t realize it until the end so get ready to read lmao.

Genre Sammich

Starting off, we got genres. I listened to 49 different ones this year! While it is a lot, compared to last year, I listened to 57 different genres. I do wonder if that has to do with Spotify swapping different genres around, like what is “pov: indie” lmao. Anyways, my top genres are as follows, presented in a delightful music sandwich.

All of it is not surprising. What is surprising is there’s no “emo”, “rock”, or “punk” anywhere. Because those genres certainly pop up on my best artists.

My Wrapped VS The World

Up next, we have locations…? Haven’t really seen this before, but apparently spotify matches your music tastes with locations with similar tastes. I got Colorado Springs, CO, to which Spotify says “people there are far more likely to be fans of Fall Out Boy, Set It Off, and STARSET”. Interesting to say the least, but can anyone there actually confirm lmao.

No One Is Surprised (Least Of All Me)

Next on the list is song stats, specifically how many songs you’ve listened to this year, AND the one at the top. I listened to 2,606 songs in total, and as Spotify put it “and there was one that *really* connected”. No one is surprised, So Much (For) Stardust stole the title of top song in a landslide victory. With 940 plays in total, that is about 75.7 hours straight. For reference, My Demons, my top song last year, was a measly 112 plays.

No One Is Surprised (Part 2 Electric Boogaloo)

Following Stardust, my Top 5…. Are also all selections from SM(F)S. We got Love From The Other Side, Heartbreak Feels So Good, Hold Me Like A Grudge, and finally, Flu Game to round out the list. I still find it a little funny that FOB took over my heart so much this year. Last year, yeah I was obsessed with STARSET, but I still had a healthy mix of other artists like Caravan Palace and Set It Off. Yet this year it’s a certified Fall Out Boy SWEEEEEP.

WDYM It’s December? 2023 Just Started!

Time goes so fast bruh I swear I just blinked and it’s already over. Speaking of, how much time did I actually spend on Spotify as a whole? Well, according to the stats, I listened for 64,800 minutes this year. Which, is actually pretty much the same as last year, give or take a few thousand minutes. Not going to lie, I thought it would’ve been much higher, breaking into 70,000 or even 80,000. Knowing that number though, doing some quick math, I spent a whole 7% of that time just on ONE song. Just on mfing STARDUST. I’m not ashamed I’m just in awe lmao.

Everyone’s A 0.5% Fan

1,289 Artists this year, and anyone want to guess who’s on top? The joke is getting old, but still, surprising no one, Fall Out Boy, with 17,914 minutes, steals the throne from STARSET (6,521 mins in 2022) in a landslide victory. Putting me in the top 0.005% of fans.

Royal Artist Court

Top 5 Artists are lookin’ real similar to last years ngl. Yet we got more crumbs of info this year compared to others!

Fall Out Boy was pretty low in the charts, up until a sharp spike in March (I wonder why). Staying high all the way through the year.

STARSET coming in at number 2, started the year off really strong before suddenly dropping in March. Then coasting through the year with short waves and spikes every other month or so, but never really regaining ground.

Caravan Palace in number 3, pretty much the same as STARSET in terms of stats, but it really lost ground in August and hasn’t recovered (I’m sorry Caravan Palace I still love you lmao).

Set It Off in number 4, started January really strong, lost traction in February, and stayed dormant until May. Then, sudden spike in June, and coasted throughout the rest of the year reasonably moderately.

Finally, Toby Fox, with the most erratic set of data. Instead of being a steady wave throughout the year, there’s sharp peaks of activity some months, and virtually nothing other months. Notably, peaking around April, sharp spike in May, dead until a huge spike August- September, and another hill in October.

Spotify Watched One (1) Episode Of Yu-Gi-Oh

We’re almost done I swear. We have been presented with a card that represents our listening style. Last year, for example, it was a “Listening Personality” which deduced I was an “Adventurer”. This year, I’ve been presented with a card called “Time Traveler”, which is described as “travel back in time and listen to songs on repeat”. I wonder who the culprit is, cough (sm(f)s with 940 plays), cough. The design is pretty cool ngl, I’d get this as an actual trading card print if available.

Anyways, TL;DR 😒

Here’s the compressed rundown of my stats this year!

Well, that was fun. Hope to see y’all again next year!

(PS if you actually read this all you’re the coolest, have the best day ever)

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Guy's night

Summary: You let Frankie decide how he wants to end his guy's night...

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!reader

Wordcount: 940

warnings: sexting (kinda?) Implied smut, alcohol

This is for @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday :)

“You’re losing Garcia!”

“Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged, just say the word.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a smile, as you looked at the men sitting outside on the patio. It was their monthly “guy’s night” as they called it. Usually they would hang out at some shady bar and Frankie would call you drunkenly at 3am all adorably begging you to pick him up. He was very clingy once he had some beers.

But tonight was different. For one, Frankie wasn’t drinking. Rosie had been feverish the whole day and he didn’t want to leave you alone with your babygirl. He wanted to cancel but you proposed for them to come over. You hadn’t seen them in a while.

To be honest you couldn’t remember the last time you got to hang out with anyone that wasn’t a mom or a toddler or your husband.

Dinner had been great. Just like old times. Back when you and Frankie had started dating you got to hang out a lot with the guys. But now all of them were growing up. Santiago was engaged, to be married in only a couple of weeks. You still couldn’t believe it.

You were comfy on the sofa, a blanket around your shoulder as you read your book. They wanted you to join their game, but you had no idea how to play. Looking up you caught Frankie’s eyes across the table and he gave you a small smile.

Sometimes it was overwhelming how much you loved him. Everything about him. The way he looked at you like you were his whole life every morning when you woke up next to him. His shy smile whenever you complimented him. What a good father he was to both of your kids.

Frankie and you came a long way. And you wouldn’t change a single moment.

He winked at you and you winked back. Looking at the clock you were stunned that it was nearing 2 am already. And you had plans. Plans that did include you and Frankie in your bed. Naked.

Thankfully your little girl was sleeping soft and sound as you looked at the baby monitor and your son was at your mom’s for the weekend.

The guys laughed and you knew there was no way they would leave before they were either out of money or beer. You either had to fake an emergency or…

Grinning to yourself you grabbed your phone.

Franke saw you grab your phone with a grin. That was never a good sign.

“Another round?” Pope asked, already grabbing the stack of cards.

“You still got money left?” Ben asked and Pope gave him the finger.

“Remind me to never hang out with you fuckers sober again,” Frankie shook his head.

“Fuck you, Fish,” Pope teased.

Frankie sighed when he felt his phone buzz. He looked at you, finding you watch him as Pope got into an argument with Will at the table. You nodded at him, a smirk on your lips.

Pulling his phone put he saw some notifications but the most recent was a text message from you. Looking up at you again he opened the message.

“There are 2 ways this night will end baby. 1 you play another round and I go to bed. 2 you get rid of your friends and I let you cum down my throat while I sit on your face. You decide, Francisco ;)”

You saw him read the message, his fingers coming up to rub his jaw before he looked up at you, his eyes full of hunger while he took a deep breath. You tilted your head to the side in a challenge.

“Time to call an uber guys,” Frankie said and the guys groaned while you grinned at your husband.

“But…”

“Nope,” Frankie got up, already grabbing some of the empty beer cans.

“Fuck okay. I’ll order an uber,” Ben said, already on his phone. You closed your book, folding the blanket before you got up from the couch too and walked out to help clean up.

You shivered as you looked into Frankie’s eyes. You knew you were playing with fire, but it was always worth it in the end.

“Everything okay with your babygirl?” Pope asked you and you nodded.

“She’s been sleeping for two hours now and I think the fever is down.”

“That’s good,” he smiled. You felt Frankie’s hand on your hip as he leaned over grabbing something from the table and you could feel his hard cock on your ass. You turned your head to look at him, kissing his jaw softly. He closed his eyes and you knew it took every ounce of self-restraint for him to not throw you on the table and fuck you right now.

“Uber is here in 2 minutes,” Ben announced.

“Great,” Frankie said watching after the guys as they walked in. You felt his hands on your ass and you bit your lip.

“I want you naked in top of me in 3 minutes,” he whispered against your ear before he followed them inside. You shivered, grabbing the pack of cards before you got inside, closing the door behind you.

“I’m beat. Good night guys!” you called out with a wave which they mirrored as you walked down to your bedroom. You were naked in the next 30 seconds, already waiting in bed when you heard the bedroom door open, looking up at Frankie. He stripped off his clothes as he walked towards the bed, kissing you deeply as he climbed on top of you.

“Come sit on my face baby…”

[glorified-red]

Jason Todd’s Love Language

word count: 940~

warnings: references to sexual themes but nothing explicit, a few curse words

I just got out of testing, yay !!! My cat is currently sitting on my second laptop (my school one) so I guess I'm gonna write instead of going to class ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also, pray for my sleep schedule because I have rehearsal tonight :/

Go check out the other Love Languages of the family: Tim | Dick | Damian

Jason is probably the hardest to pinpoint a specific language, much like Damian, Jason has a little bit of everything

Jason is really where you begin to see the difference between giving off a specific language and preferring receiving a specific language

He loves receiving words of affirmation, don't get it twisted though, Jason doesn't show his love through words of affirmation, he just really loves receiving them from you

His heart gets all fuzzy when you compliment his hair or something he did, he especially feels loved when you take them time to tell him how much you care about him because he has a habit of forgetting

He is pretty insecure about his scars (I headcanon that he has autopsy scars) so if you really make sure to tell him he’s still very much handsome with them, he will fall harder for you in a split second  kiss the scars during sex and he will absolutely melt, may even tear up

Clingy fluffy boy activated for about an hour or two, he will shower you in sloppy kisses if you let him, as a thanks of course

He won’t hesitate to give compliments back though, they just tend to be in private corners of his life or whispered into your ear for only you to hear “You look really amazing in that dress, baby.”

I’d say Jason leans more towards the gift giving side, he is a book nerd through and through so he definitely has a bunch of cheesy gifts he’s dying to give you

Picking up a flower on patrol because it reminded him of you, eventually giving you a book of all the flowers he gave you, he hand pressed them all  its a little scruffy but Jason really tried his best to make it as cheesy as possible

One time, he crashed into your apartment with a bullet in his side and you had to help him get it out and stitch him up, he told you to keep the bullet because he always trusted you to patch him up, granted he was high af on pain meds so it kinda just came out, you still kept it, and when he saw it the next week? Lets just say y’all had a really emotional conversation that may or may not have ended with cuddles  Jason as the small spoon because he felt vulnerable that night

Jason loves to lend you books to read

Like, loves it

If you let him, Jason will give you a whole list and hand you a stack of paperbacks

He’ll even read them to you before he leaves for patrol as a way to also spend some quality time with you because Jason loves that just as much

You two often find yourselves at Barnes and Noble trying to find new books to read, or playing that date game where you pick a random book for the other

Aside from gift giving, Jason definitely loves physical touch, any kind of touch, sexual, romantic, platonic, you name it he loves it  although he prefers sexual

He won't pressure you into doing anything sexual with him if you express discomfort but he does have habit of touching places 👀 

Jason loves to rest his hand on your hip while you two sit next to each other, he’ll rub tiny circles into your bare skin because of course his thumb made its way up your shirt

Rubbing circles into the nap of your neck is also a common thing for him to do

Or if you two are spooning, his hand may end up cupping one of your breasts/thighs 

Sometimes, ever so rarely, Jason will lay on top of you and his head will be settled underneath your shirt on either your stomach or chest, he doesn't necessarily want it to lead anywhere, he just loves the trust you have in him to do something so intimately close

Crawling his hand under your shirt to rub up and down your lower back because goddamn does he love how soft your skin is and the warmth it brings

While Jason gives physical touch. he also thrives on reviving physical touch from you, soft, sweet, gentle caresses that are a huge difference from the rough nature he’s so used to

It often reminds him that he is allowed to have soft touches and be cared for, nothing shows him love more than that, which is also why he loves to give you physical touch as well, to show you that he is always next to you, both physically and figuratively

Jason is also a time person

If you send him a text saying you had a rough night, he’ll immediately be at your door for some cuddles and just to make sure you aren't alone for the night

Swooping in during a slow patrol with ice cream, he’ll sit on top of your desk and let you rant to him about how crazy your coworkers are

He definitely knows all the work/school drama and will sit and listen to you rant, he’ll even add his own commentary 

“She did not.... that bitch”

“His casserole isn't even that great anyway, I can make better.”

Which bring me to my next point, Jason loves to cook with you, back in his robin days he learned with Alfred how to cook amazing meals and he loves to share them with you

It’s a great way to spend quality time with you while also doing something he loves, he also just really loves to smear brownie batter on your nose, he thinks you look adorable like that

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[oneshotnewbie]

Hi! I love all of your one shots so much and especially the baby!danvers, one of the best! Could you please do one where B!D has an important soccer match but she suddenly collapses during the game and Alex and Kara were watching it. Alex screams loud and is the first one next to her on the field and she is extremely worried and performs CPR when she realizes shes not breathing. Alex and Kara dont leave her side in the hospital because shes in critical condition and they are worried.

A/N: Probably not what you wanted but I did my best. Y/A = your age

Words: 940 words

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The youngest Danvers were a captain in the women’s NC soccer team and today it was the last in the National League where she and her team had to give everything to get to the top. To get the trophy they worked so hard for.

Her family and friends were there on this hot summer day, knew how important it was and were ready to cheer her on. Lena & Kara had brought posters painted with encouraging sayings and whistles to let the youngest know at every step that they were there.

It was the 31 minute in and there was a tie. She scratched into the opponent team’s player and got the ball. Energetically she kicked the ball forward, jumped over another opponent, who had also tried the same as her, and headed straight for the goal.

The ball jumped to the gate, hit first the bar above and then the grass. She already turned around and saw her chance to get a point as lost when everyone started zinging and clapping.

She turned back to the gate again and saw that the goalkeeper sat on the ground, her elbows on her knees and her head on her palms.

Her own team overran the smaller one and took her into a group hug. Slowly she got hotter and hotter, her adrenaline slowly lowering, only now noticing how hard her heart started pounding in her chest.

The pounding got to her ears, together with a monotonous beep. The chest of the youngest Danvers started to hurt abnormally and her chest narrowed more and more, taking her breath away. Her world started to spin and swim in front of her eyes before the corners darkened.

„Y/N,“ was the last thing she heard Alex scream before everything seemed dark and her fragile body fell to the ground.

The redhead was the first to drop from the bleachers and run under the barrier that kept her from her sister’s body. She pushed the mass that was forming around the youngest Danvers to the side and threw herself on the grass in front of her, slid a few millimeters before pulling at the shirt of the younger one and patting her cheeks.

„Come on, wake up!“ she yelled helplessly.

Kara now made it through the crowd and kept a distance a few meters so that she could leave Alex space to help her little sister. She often looked down at her two siblings, only hoping that the younger one would open her eyes again.

The DEO agent put her ear to her baby sister’s mouth and listened in vain. You stopped breathing and immediately she put her hands on top of each other on her kid sister’s chest, her fingers knotted together and pressed on it several times. „I need help, someone has to call an ambulance. NOW!“

But nobody seemed to understood what was going on and what was being said. Kara ran behind the bleachers and less than a minute later, Supergirl came flying, took her sister in her arms and flew quickly to the nearest hospital.

She was immediately taken tot he intensive care unit, tubes hung all over her body and the monitors recorded her vital signs with a beep every second. It didn’t look good for her, her general condition was critical and she had to be put into and artificial coma to have any chance of surviving.

As the doctors found out, she had suffered a cardiac arrest, only with Y/A due to a congenital heart defect that had never been noticed, she was always an upright and happy child with no health issues. However, the doctors were able to revive her, her life was hanging by a thread, but everyone fought for her survival.

Her sisters were with her day and night, Kara had freed herself from CatCo just to be with her little sister for 24 hours and talk to her because she knew that she could hear her. She missed the youngest laugh, even her eye color and the shimmer in it she would like to see again.

J’onn gave Alex time off, she was only a mess at work and couldn’t think clearly, she had almost sacrificed her life in the field because she only thought about the well-being of her little sister.

Another day had passed when she didn’t wake up, her vital signs were better than days before, but she was still not over the mountain. However, the hope was back that you would wake up soon.

Each of the Superfriends wanted to come to visit, but the family was only allowed to enter the family in the intensive care. They still cared for them and were there for the two sisters, provided that they were at home for changing or eating.

Both sat in a chair by the bed in which she was lying, both hands in theirs. It was 2am and Kara slept on the bed, dried tears on her cheeks adorned her otherwise beautiful and happy face.

Alex was sitting on the tickety chair with bent legs, clutching her hand with the youngest and looked at the white and lifeless body shape in front of her. She couldn’t sleep, she was afraid of waking up to no beating signs of her own blood.  

She prayed to God that he didn’t take her away too. Had she lost too much in her life, she didn’t want to let her little sister go. The youngest was a little fighter.

„Please God, make her wake up again.“

And as if by magic, there was a gentle tremor and squeeze in her hand.

[jewels2876]

He's An Idiot

A/N: Congrats to @shield-agent78 on 500 followers - this will eventually be a series, not sure how long yet but the plan is now in my head

This is also filling my @star-spangled-bingo square:  Failing to Them How He/She Feels

My prompt was this image: 

Word Count: 940

Warnings: none

*****

Bucky was an expert at a number of things: hand-to-hand combat, knife throwing, tracking down people who didn’t want to be found, dealing with Steve’s mothering. The one thing he wasn’t good at? Telling you how he felt.

You had come to the Avengers not long after Bucky; unlike Bucky, however, you radiated joy (those empath skills of yours coming in handy) and made fast friends with everyone. Well, almost. Bucky was guarded, knowing you could easily read him; he tried to avoid any one-on-one time with you for the longest time.

And then one day he wandered into the common room of the Tower; you were sprawled out on the couch, some cooking show playing on the TV. He gulped and tried to race out of the room, but you called out to him. “Don’t bother trying to hide. Everyone’s on assignment. ‘Cept us.” He sighed and plopped onto a comfy chair, keeping his distance as much as he could.

You sat up, ignoring the show. “You know, I won’t ever use my talents on you unless you ask,” you told him slowly. “I haven’t yet. I won’t start now either.”

Bucky studied your face. You had a button nose he secretly wanted to kiss; your eyes normally wide and sparkly were calm. Your lips were glossy but he knew it was only because of the clear lip balm sitting on the coffee table in front of you.  Finally he cleared his throat and broke the silence hanging in the air. “I appreciate that y/n; I imagine it has to be hard being an empath.”

Your lips turned into a small smile. “It can be. Wanna know more about it?” Bucky nodded so you continued. “At first I could hear everything; have you seen that episode of Buffy called… ‘Earshot?’” Bucky shook his head. “I’m pulling that up now to stream. But anyway! Once I practiced, I was able to filter out the thoughts. Then just when I thought I had a handle on selective thought listening, the auras showed up. OMG!”

You paused as you found the episode and shared it to the TV. The familiar theme song started and you relaxed back into the couch cushions a bit. “Oh yeah, so then I was seeing people and animals surrounded in these weird colors. That hurts your eyes, lemme tell ya!” You paused again to chuckle at the show.

“So I finally was able to filter the colors; kind of like the old TV filter, black and white to color? Bucky looked impressed at your analogy. “And THEN!”

“No and then,” came out of Bucky’s mouth. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “I mean…”

You smirked. “Did you just quote a modern movie?” You feigned surprise. “One of my favorite movies?”

Bucky couldn’t help his own smirk. “Yup.”

The sound of your full-bodied laugh was his undoing. If I wasn’t in love before, I am now, he told himself. He tried to keep himself in check; your laughter seemed to distract you from paying him any attention. Before you could recover, Bucky stood up. “I have to go. But thanks for telling me about your powers.”

He was already halfway out of the room when you recovered enough to reply “I like talking to you Buck.” The last syllable stuck in your throat as you watched his retreating form. Your smile faded and you brushed a stray tear from your cheek. You had been trying to hard to get to know Bucky but he kept his walls up around you. You always got the barest hints of happiness and warmth when he was around. You weren’t sure if it was coming from him or from you.

Tired of being avoided, you turned off the TV and stood. You stretched a bit having sat too long on the couch; a yawn escaped and you grinned at yourself. Then you squared your shoulders and headed off in the direction of Bucky’s room. You took a deep breath then knocked on his door. A muffled sound could be heard; you took it as a greeting and opened the door.

Bucky was buried underneath his covers, his head and flesh arm the only things showing. You grinned at the soldier hiding under his covers. “Some scary thing you turned out to be,” you teased. Bucky grumbled but didn’t emerge. You sat on the other side of the bed, leaning back on your forearms. “Ya know, I have a confession I think you’d like to hear.”

Bucky raised his head slowly. “Really? Is it a really good one?”

“The best.”

Bucky kept his beautiful eyes trained on your eyes. “Okay, I’m game.” His heart melted as a lazy smile lit up your face. Your eyes met his; it was easy for Bucky to notice the twinkle in them.

“So… I’ve had this crush on you since I came here,” you started. “I was hoping you felt the same way about me?”

Bucky didn’t move, didn’t answer, just watched you.

You took a breath and went on. “I can sense happiness and this warm glow around you; I think it’s how you make me feel instead of me reading you. I was hoping…”

Bucky ducked his head at your words. Was she lying before, he wondered.

You felt your heart sink at his silence. He wouldn’t meet your gaze now and you flushed hotly. “That’s okay.’ You broke the silence. “At least I came clean… see ya around Buck.” You slid off the bed and ran out of the room.

Bucky fell back under the covers. Damn it! Why didn’t I say something?

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[kkaerst]

Dialy Update + Calories Control

01/05/2020

May is finally starting, which means, a lot of bdays to celebrate and vacations are almost in here, so I’m so so excited about that. May always have seemed to me one of the most rollercoaster feelings month, from the exam stress to the fact I’m preparing to have more time to myself in vacation I’m just completely excited about that.

Well, my day went pretty well, I’ve been feeling in a really good mood today, starting with a self-care routine where I basically got ready as if I would go out to doing my hair and playing games all day was more than perfect, so yup, am feeling super super positive today. I kinda think can do so since I’ve been doing daily schedules to organize myself. I found out my attention just last like 2 hours, so I organize work schedules for every each of my classes and having small breaks from each period of 15/30 min depending on what am I doing at that time.  

Calories Control

Total Calories: 940

Glasses of water: 1

Tea: 2

I would say that as yesterday my calorie count is fucked up, this whole thing made me realize how BAAAD I have been eating during some days and it would explain how I get sick so easily lmao.  I feel like I do really need to make a meal plan or at least divide my meals with more calories. By some hours ago I was in 520, and today was a normal day, I was just only missing dinner, but I wasn’t hungry at all, but I ended up eating to keep the count in the range. Since probably next week I’m going to lower my rank to 800 – 950.

I’m feeling kinda worried about it, cuz I basically forced myself to eat, so am like thinking, that I don’t know how to organize myself, cuz it is not like I feel full at night… So who knows, I just have better days than others in terms of food, also, I’m super super lazy to cook somedays, so I need to find my balance, specially cuz I’m able to go out by tomorrow, at least to do exercise, and I would be needing some lil more energy to not be extremely tired at night or smth like that.

Song of the day: Tu Falta de Querer  - Mon Laferte *ding ding, yup Spanish is my native language*

Also, I was kinda shocked by the fact that my last post has some notes. Thank you ‘all for be reading my whole thing and am so sorry for the grammatical mistakes that I could have, if you wish, leave me a song in the comments, I love to discover new music.

[thefantasygirl3]

Sleep Deprived Regrets. Chapter 1: Nat

genre/warnings: Hurt/comfort, Healing, Light Implied a*use

Words: 2 940

Summary: Dr. Habit finds himself unable to sleep and feeling rather strange. Going for a midnight walk, he finds someone else is having a similar problem.

Notes: This is the first Chapter in a little series I’m trying to make. Not sure how many I’ll make, but I will try to do at least a few more. Enjoy this introduction chapter.

The Habitat, a place for people with frowns on their faces to come and live until they have found the power to smile again. There were currently twenty-three Habiticians living there, all of which not feeling any better, despite the infamous Dr. Habit’s methods to cure their sadness. He had made this facility into what it is for that exact purpose, yet no progress had been made in that direction. It had really riled up the supposed “smile doctor” and dentist.

That specific night, Boris Habit had been staring out over the Habitat from his high tower above, just watching the people below as they had been heading off towards their rooms. They did have a strict bedtime, so it wasn’t the wisest decision for anyone to disobey that. Who knows what Dr. Habit might do if they did?

Well, one person did, but they would not be living through that nightmare again.

The green-skinned man let out a deep sigh as he finished scanning the area and saw that no one was left roaming outside. Great! No one to worry about! Now he could head to bed himself and call it a day.

Habit pulled back the covers of his bed and shimmied his way into it. When he was settled in, he cuddled up in his bed and made himself all snuggled up and comfy. The he finally gave out a small yawn and closed his eyes, to drift off into slumberland.

…

It had been half an hour of shifting around and keeping his eyes tightly shut in an attempt to keep himself sleepy and ready to fall asleep. But try as he may, he just wasn’t doing it. The man stayed awake and not unconscious like he wanted. It felt so irritating, like a jittering in his body that was just getting stronger the more he tried to relax himself. His heart was beating rather hard and it made his limbs and head throb, like a damn headache.

“I CAN’T SLEEB!!!” he suddenly shot up and yelled out to no one while gripping his blanket in his long, claw like hands. It really bothered him that he couldn’t fall asleep at his own set “Beddy-time”. He was supposed to sleep! He couldn’t be awake still! Annoyed, the dentist got up from the bed and started pacing back and forth beside his bed, trying to figure out how to solve this huge problem.

Maybe Habit was just feeling restless! Yeah, it had been an uneventful day that day and maybe all he needed was to work off all that bundled up energy! “Y don’t I “go” out n’ walk around unteel I feel sleeby! No 1 is out rite now!” he told himself, as if he was trying to convince himself of it being a good idea. Though he wasn’t sure why he felt such a strong objection towards the idea to begin with.

He felt so conflicted. Habit wasn’t supposed to be awake. He was supposed to be ASLEEP in his BED! He was not supposed to be wandering around the habitat like some sort of lost puppy. But at the same time… that night felt off. The feeling was… just odd. He could compare it to something he’d feel when he’d get lost in a video game. Like when you explore around and stumble across an area that you were not supposed to go to yet. Or lingering around an area when you are supposed to continue forward to the next, so it feels like aimless running around with nothing happening. That was pretty much to a T his current experience.

As the man snapped himself back into reality, he was staring at his long sharp finger, placed firmly on the elevator’s down button that he was standing in. It closed and started descending.

It was dark inside the boiler room. Boris had hoped that walking out of that long, cramped, dark hallway through the large metal door at the end would lead him into a brighter area. He was obviously mistaken. Carefully, he closed the door behind him so he wouldn’t be causing a ruckus so late at night. Especially for the person sleeping inside the wall to the right of him at that moment. The green man could hear the wall hermit named Wallus snoring from the little hole in his so called “home.”

Sneaking by, Habit tried his best to avoid bumping into anything or stepping in the inexplicable acid pond. Yeeeaaah… he’d have to do something about that soon, before someone got hurt from it. He could barely see the shining outlines of the objects around him, garbage and pipes, illuminated by the dim light coming from the little window of the exclusive lounge area. But despite that, he accidentally kicked over a random can that rolled away noisily from his feet.

Habit hurriedly rushed out the boiler room and out into the corridor towards the main area. But on the way, he collided into some chains that were blocking the way. Looking at the curiously, he wondered over the reason for them, because he could have sworn he hadn’t been the one to put them there.

None the matter, the tall man sunk to the ground, on his hands and knees, and started crawling under those metal chains to reach the other end. And he soon did. Rising to his feet, he stared out over the courtyard and examining it as it was in the silver light of the moon, shining in through the carnival gates and the roof window.

It… looked so calm. Everything was so different from below, or at least not staring down at it from his high tower up above. It looked so big, as if he had gone from being his high and powerful self into but a tiny man in a big world. Habit felt so small. It was like being a kid again and he didn’t like it. He absolutely hated it. Being towered over by any of these things that were usually so far down reminded him of… him.

But the dentist was brought out of his intimidated little daze by a small splash coming from beneath him. He directed his attention towards the distraction and found himself standing in a puddle. A rather deep puddle at that. Damn, if he hadn’t fired his janitor, this thing wouldn’t be an issue. But it had at least brought the man out of his mindless wandering, so that was a plus at least. Now collected together again, he got out of the water, shaking off his wet shoes and continuing over towards the stairs.

Habit was excited, as well as scared of the idea of finding someone awake outside their rooms. He wasn’t sure why, of either of the options. If someone was outside, he could very much just tell them off and put them to bed himself, as well as put on one of his “bedtime stories” for them. Why would he be scared of them seeing him? And WHY on EARTH would he ever be EXCITED over meeting one of the Habiticians outside their room when they are supposed to be ASLEEP!? It was irresponsible and just didn’t make much sense in anyway for him to condone that kind of behaviour. He was a doctor after all. A smile doctor, sure, but a doctor nonetheless. 

Soon reaching the top of the stairs, Habit trudge tiredly into the apartment complex and reached out his fingers to grip onto the middle railing. Holding his breath, he stayed as quiet as he could to listen in on his surroundings, the only subtle sound heard to the man being his heavy, harsh but rather slow heartbeat. It appeared to him that no one was around him, no one out and about like himself, unable to snooze and trying in vain to get rid of that excessive energy. No one was awake for him to turn to and have question him on why he was up too. 

… god this lonely facility was killing him.

“Ugh! Damn it!” a muffled voice came ringing out from beyond the walls of the apartments. Startled, Habit yelped softly and stumble backwards away from the noise, the only thing preventing him from falling being his tight grip on the railing from that shock. So someone else WAS awake! What a relief! It shouldn’t be, but it really just was! Helping himself to his feet, the tall man stood up to his full tall height and started tip-toeing over towards the room he had heard the annoyed grumble from. Of course, being the owner of the facility, he knew exactly who had said it the moment he figured out what room it originated from.

“… Nat… Vancy…” he muttered quietly and swallowed a big lump of unease that had been growing in his throat that entire time. Not sure what he should do, he decided to take a moment and compose himself before making that decision and just listen in on the child to see if she might have a reason for being up.

“… this is so dumb. Why am I here? This place is creepy. It’s a miracle anyone can sleep in this place” the young lady was finally heard murmuring after a while of silence, making Boris Habit feel his heartbeat quicken in his chest. He really couldn’t understand why he was feeling such stress in that situation. HE was the owner, HE was their doctor and HE was the one who could call the shots! Why was he… suddenly not feeling that power? But despite his defenselessness, his hand slowly moved upwards and slowly closed into a fist, giving the door a knock.

“Huh?! What the-?! Who in the world is out there?!” He heard Nat question in complete surprise and confusion as the sound of bare footsteps against a carpeted floor could also be heard approaching. Before Habit could reconsider this potentially really stupid decision, the door opened and revealed the 13 year old girl, wearing a pair of pyjamas, just like the man himself. Upon seeing him, Nat’s eyes darted upwards towards his face and widened in additional shock. The two stood in silence and just stared at one another. The girl out of stunned confusion and the man from not knowing what to say. It was definitely awkward. But after a while of thinking in uncomfortable silence, the bigger man took in a deep breath and sighed out before speaking up.

“I… I’m s-sorry to… disturb you so late at night. I hurd u talking B4 about this place being creepy and that u… wern’t able to sleeb! Butt don’t woree! Habit is here 2 help!” he told the little girl in his usual cheery way of talking, kind of shaking off that anxiety that was filling him before and just acting like the regular ole Dr. Habit. The vampire kid gave him a slow scan up and down, considering his change into the Habit who she was used to. But she quickly shrugged it off and just started closing the door on him. 

Panicking, he hurriedly stuck his foot in the door to stop it while calling out a spooked “WAIT!”. Nat sighed and opened up the door again, looking up at his now nervous face that kind of caught her off guard. “… I… couldn’t sleep. I feel so restless. can I please come inside?” he now asked rather timidly as he lightly tapped his claw-like fingers together. She let out a small, thoughtful hum before simply opening her door to let him inside, mostly out of curiosity it seemed, judging by her expression.

Sitting on her bedside, Nat looked up at the man beside her and gave a judging grimace. “Soooo… how are things?” Habit asked as he twiddled his fingers, looking over at the kiddo. “Not good, obviously. Everything is lame and creepy!” she groaned and tilted backwards a little bit, crossing her arms in front of her chest with a displeased huff. He gave away a tiny sigh and shifted his gaze away from her and to the floor, only muttering a tiny “right” as he grasped his hands together. Nat looked at him in peaked curiosity and raised a brow, not sure what was going through his head as his eyes were fixated on the floor. He kinda just wanted her to elaborate on where the problem persisted, but just didn’t know how to tell her that. 

But it seemed she took note of it, as she let out a big sigh and just started talking again. “It’s just… My dad is being so annoying. I just came here because he was being all bummed out, but now he’s whining about me doing things I wanna do!” the half-vampire groaned and threw her leg over the other one to rest it there, while waving it lightly in the air. Habit gave away a small gasp and tilted over towards her, looking a little surprised at her statement. “Not Trencil! Oh no! What is he giving you a hard time for?” he asked concerned and looked down at her as she was on her back. “Well… Um… He’s complaining about me changing my last name! I have told him so many times that it’s just a stage name!” Nat started explaining as she crossed her arms and turned over to her side. “Also, he always wants me to play around with his stupid and lame flowers! It’s so boring and dull! He can’t ever just do something other than gardening! Ugh!” She continued ranting and shot up from her spot on the bed, looking over at Habit to get some sort of response. Maybe some sympathy? Maybe some sort of surprise over her situation?

She was met with the horrified face of the other person in the room, staring at her and tilting back away from her in shock. It made her get equally as surprised. “… um… ok? That’s… kind of cruel of you to say” Boris commented and glanced away from her, not really sure if he was saying the right thing when telling her about his personal thoughts. He really thought over what she said before trying to continue his own train of thought. “I mean… I guess it’s not really a surprise that he’s feeling down. I would be… pretty sad if someone I loved was calling my hobbies… stupid and lame!” he proceeded and nervously gestured around in the air with his hands, his pyjamas flopping on his arms from the stiff movements.

Nat started stuttering softly as she was slightly caught of guard by his… brutal honesty. He really wasn’t acting like himself. He was sounding rather… rational and serious. “… I guess… But I don’t wanna play with flowers! I wanna do my own thing! I wanna be cool! Do you even know what it feels like to try and be your own person?” she questioned annoyed and turned away from him. She let out a huff as she awaited another of his comments. But nothing came out of Dr. Habit. That made the vampire feel increasingly nervous as she slowly turned her head to look at him. 

His face was dark and mopey, his gaze locked with the floor as he was left completely speechless. Nat jerked her shoulders as she saw his sudden sadness, wondering what she had said wrong to prompt this reaction. Habit lifted his face up and looked more uncomfortable than he did sad, tapping his fingers together and slowly glancing around the room in an attempt to avoid any awkward eye contact. “Well… no. Not really! I… I kind just did what… Daddy told me to do. Ya know? I didn’t wanna make him mad” he started laughing and fidgeting uneasily, his awkward grin intensifying and his hands clenched together tighter. He could feel the vampire girl’s shocked eyes stare at him in stunned silence. He knew that he had just said something that had her way past surprised and he did not wanna see her face. “Dr. Habit… I didn’t mean to… you know…” Nat sounded rather regretful as she pulled back from him a bit, earning Boris’ attention and seizing his nervous fidgeting. Sighing, he decided to just suck it up and say what he had meant to say. 

“Listen, Nat. I… I really think you should speak to your dad. He’s a nice man, I know that for sure! If you just open up to him and explain yourself honestly, I am sure he will understand and try to work with you. He’s a very kind and smart vampire! If not a little… Non-talkey. Heh heh heh!” The dentist laughed softly as he stood up from the kid’s bed and rubbed his neck, backing up slowly towards the door while looking down at the thoughtful look of Nat Vancey. The one and only. “Listen. I should leave you so you can sleep. I will see you for check next week. Nighty-night!” he said as he hurriedly turned around and scurried out the room, starting to head down the hallway towards the stairs. But before he can run off too far, he hears a small “hey!” whispered from the door he just ran out of. Looking back, he sees the girl standing in the doorway, a small smile appearing between the few seconds that the man had hurried to leave.

“… Thank you” she whispered before pulling back inside and closing the door behind her. Habit looked surprised in her direction before giving away a tiny grin himself.

[ruckystarnes]

Babied

Author: RuckyStarnes

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Words: 940

Summary: Clint comes home battered and bruised from a mission, but instead of you babying him, he is insistent he babys you back to health since you had come down with illness before he arrived.

Warnings: None, just a wee bit of language if you squint

A/N: This is for @marvelfluffbingo and it’s for the square Pillow Forts. 

“Here,” Clint said softly, holding out a rather large mug, filled with steam. “Made it just how you like it: two shots, tablespoon of honey, half a lemon, and earl grey. I got chicken soup on the stove warming.” He placed a hand on your forehead, his nose crinkled at how warm you felt to him. “Now, I’ll be back. I got something to do. Drink it slow.” You nodded your understanding, throat too sore to really respond with the love and thankfulness you really felt. You watched him leave before taking a tentative sip of the burning contents, shoulders relaxing when the hot liquid moved along your throat, soothing the dry, burning sensation that has had plagued you for almost a week now.

Strep throat sucked balls. You fought an irritating hoarseness and sore throat for almost a week before you went to the doctor. The test barely started when the swap changed color confirming the diagnosis, or what you considered as the plague. And it was a day before your boyfriend was scheduled to come home from a month long mission with no communication except for what Natasha would leak to you during your coffee dates. Now, here you were, twelve hours after Clint has come home, sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and drinking a hot tottie while he babied you.

And you hated every second of it.

The man had stepped off the quinjet, expecting you to be there to greet him, only to find out through Natasha that you were sick and contagious. One look at him and you were immediately guilt ridden that he was concerned about you. He had a swollen eye and a cut lip, an arm in a sling as he walked with a slight limp. Apparently mission went horrible for him, which was no surprise to you, but you wanted to nurse him, not him to be the nurse. But he was insistent that you did no such thing, only allowed to be wallowing on the couch as he hobbled around the apartment fixing you spiked tea and soup. Oh, and you weren’t allowed to talk either. He didn’t want you to strain your voice anymore than needed. It wasn’t a problem usually because Clint rarely wore his hearing aids when he got home, and you were fluent enough in sign language that you two made due.

You were lost in your pout party, sipping away at the hot drink that you didn’t notice that he had come back with a bowl in his hand.

“Come,” he smiled, “I have the perfect place for us to recuperate together.” He went to offer his hand, but the winced once he did, realizing that he had injured his shoulder. His face fell that he couldn’t help you, but you shrugged off the blanket and stood, taking the bowl from him and nodded for him to lead the way. He had walked you past your shared bedroom towards the backroom that you used for gaming and reading. When he opened the door, you smiled as you looked around. He had busied himself with, what seems since he got home, building a fort with every available pillow and chair that you had, minus the couch cushions, and it was draped in two king size sheets. You could see a soft glow being emitted through the dark colored cloth and you looked at him quizzically, free hand shaking slightly by your side as to ask what it was.

“C’mon,” he chuckled, “you never wanted to have a fort when you were sick? It’s all Barney and I did when we were kids. Mom use to get so mad that we would take every available cushion, pillow, chair, and blanket to make an epic fort in our room. She caved and bought this gigantic canvas and rope so we could just string it up anytime we want.”

You smiled as Clint reminisced, something he rarely did with his family. You signed ‘thank you’ and moved to entrance of the fort, looking inside to see that he had moved your overstuffed bean bag from the bedroom to it. Standing once more, you downed the rest of the cup, setting it on the small table by the door, and moved to crawl in, turning to hold your hands out for the bowl so he would be able to enter easier. You got comfortable on the bean bag, grabbing the throw blanket he got you for your birthday last year and waited for him to join. It took a bit for him to maneuver himself inside, making you giggle which earned you a playful scowl. He settled on the floor next to you, his head on the bag near your knee.

“Well, aren’t we a sorry ass couple,” he chuckled, pressing his lips against your bared knee before covering it with the blanket. “You just need another twelve hours of rest before you can baby the shit out of me. I know it’s killing you not being allowed to help me, but I rarely get to take care of you without a complaint. OW!” He rubbed his head where you had swatted him, turning to look at you which you gave him a playful look before taking a spoonful of soup. “Love you too, little sparrow,” he chuckled, resting his head back down and closed his eyes. “Eat and maybe I can figure out a way to include the TV in here and we can play some Mario Party or something. I’m just nixing the option of Mario Kart. You screw me so much over in that game.”

[365day2021]

Day 108

I am tired so gonna try to keep it short and sweet even though it was a long day. Woke up around 9ish and chilled until I left around 940. Went to work cause there was a meeting with our new connection team and I didn’t know whether it was WebEx or not so when I got there Crystal was waiting at the door and we had the same connection team so we were just going to find out. Heather opened the door and she let us know that it is through WebEx so Crystal and I just decided to do it outside cause it was nice out. We both just hung out at some benches on the other side of the entrance cause music was playing and shortly after Somhairle joined us for the same thing. We were just chillin’ and the meeting was boring af. It was really just introducing ourselves and then talking about identity. Honestly all three of us were not paying attention at all lol. Towards the end Madison joined us and we just sat and chilled until the meeting was done. After I went to the gym and did chest and massage. Went home, showered, and ate that cheese and fish cake corn dog that olivia gave me the rest of. Around 2 I went to Gongcha to meet this girl I matched with on Tinder. Her name is Kelsey and we’re just friends and talking as friends so no big deal. We met up and went inside and I got a royal thai tea with boba and I paid for hers. Then we kinda just sat and talked the whole time. I had a connect 4 setup in front of us just in case but honestly we really were just talking for 2 hours straight. It was fun, just getting to know each other and talking about life stuff and also talking a bit about games and anime. It really didn’t feel like 2 hours but I had to kinda call it cause Madison and I were gonna hangout after she was off so we ended it around like 410. Walked her back to her car and then went home. Was kinda just hanging out on my computer playing melee until Madison was off which she got off at 5. Started to head over to her place at 6 cause she wanted to clean her apartment since I was gonna help her out with her TV. Oh yeah also around right before I left Alyssa called me and asked to check out my apartment but it was kinda bad timing as I was about to leave so hopefully we’ll hangout soon.

Went to Madison’s and we thought Olivia was gonna meetup but ended up not. We went to Ikea and I ended up spending like $116 on a side table, tv sand, a bag, a small trash can and a shoe rack. It was essentials so I wasn’t too worried about it. Madison got some stuff too and then we left. During Olivia decided to want to come with us to Target so we picked her up. After that I had to stop by my mom’s to drop off her white trash can so I did that. Then we went to the Target at hilltop cause a sailor moon shirt Madison wanted was in stock. So went there, did a quick trip and I bought some more essentials and then we left.We were all starving and we decided to go to plaza. So we went to the one not that far away at hilltop and I ended up getting my normal chimichanga but it was humongous and they gave a lot of rice. Also got guac for the table cause why not. We enjoyed our food and then I dropped Olivia off then to Madison’s to drop her off/help her with TV. She needed help taking it out of the box and putting the feet on it so I helped her do that and watched her set it up super quick. After that I went home and the original plan was to build the side table and shoe rack but I checked discord and n0ne wanted to play (something we’ve been trying to do all week but never worked out timing) so I did that instead. We played for literally 4 hours straight and man my fucking hands hurt. It’s 3:30 AM rn and i’m gonna pass out but playing n0ne was super fun

[xennariel]

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 10 people

I was tagged by @ladywiltshire and I’m pretty sure like three other people, but I can’t remember. I’m so sorry, but thank you for tagging me! <3

Tagging: uhhhh @canadiangold @magewardensurana @rizascupcakes @rizahawkaye @lynchbrothers @queenxolivier @sapphiredragonprincess @queenwinry @thesilentwatcher @psycho-alchemist and anyone else that wants to do this!

# following: 294 (I was positive I was following 298. Looks like Tumblr decided to make me unfollow people again. ><)

# of followers: 935 (I got close to 940, but I I’ve been losing 2-3 followers a week for a while and have been remained pretty stagnant for months.)

average hours of sleep: 4-6 lately

lucky number: 6 and 16

instruments: Alto saxophone. I haven’t touched it in several years though.

what are you wearing: Camo pajama pants and colorful long sleeve shirt that looks like it’s all sewn together haphazardly.

dream job: Author, marine biologist, freelance artist, youtuber

dream trip: Someplace foresty that’s secluded, maybe with a lake or river, a nice cabin, lots of places to hike. Washington state fits the bill pretty well.

birthday: January 31

height: 5′2″

gender/pronouns: She/her, but honestly it doesn’t bother me when people refer to me with other pronouns. I get called “man, dude, he, bro” on World of Warcraft all the time and I never bother correcting people.

other blogs: TOO MANY LOL @grim-aria (the blog for my book) @mustangtaisa (my FMA fanfic blog) @starcaller-xennariel (my World of Warcraft blog) @royaihalloween (Royai Halloween Week!) @megamiart (my art blog) @fall-eternal (my fall/autumn/Halloween blog) @true-king-noctis (FFXV blog) @zombienux (Mad Max: Fury Road and Warm Bodies blog) @de-cipher (Gravity Falls blog that I don’t use much anymore) @helpwhatdoimakefordinner (recipe blog) @simroyai (blog for screenshots of my Royai sims) @zombiexennariel (my horror/gore/creepy shit blog)

Plus blogs all saving urls of the names of my characters from my book. lol

nicknames: Burnie, Ettenaej, Nickles, Megami, Xen

star sign: Aquarius

time: 4:19 pm

favorite bands: Volbeat, Five Finger Death Punch, Apocalyptica, Within Temptation, Lindsey Stirling, Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Breaking Benjamin, Billie Joel, and a bunch more I can’t think of right now. I’m too tired. My brain isn’t cooperating.

favorite artist: Mallory Dyer (pu-sama/pupukachoo on DA), Bob Ross, Hiromu Arakawa, Kouta Hirano, Shouoto Aya, Watase Yuu

favorite tumblr artist: I honestly can’t choose! But here’s some shout outs to all the amazing artists I can think of off the top of my head: @reddragonroyale (my long time good friend. He’s awesome, go check him out!), @thesilentwatcher @theysangastheyslew @ladywiltshire @faebelina @bubblesteaart @cams-draws @junejenssen @shijaeger @mellorad @boilingheart and I know I’m forgetting a bunch of people

song stuck in your head: Anduin’s theme from World of Warcraft

last movie you watched: I don’t even remember. I’m not a movie person. Guardians of the Galaxy 2 I think.

last show you watched: Again, don’t really watch tv. Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood probably.

why did you make your blog: Because I’d heard a lot of people were joining Tumblr (this was like back at least 6 years ago or so), and I was looking for a new diary/blogging site after Open Diary and Livejournal died out, but I had no idea how to use it so after two posts I gave up and completely forgot it existed until late 2015. I came back to it because I was looking to join fandom again after being gone for so long from it and I wanted to talk to other people that loved Mad Max: Fury Road as much as I did.

what do you post: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood and mostly Royai), my writing, my OCs, random shit about my life, sometimes stuff from my other fandoms (World of Warcraft, Hellsing, Warm Bodies, The Slayers) and anything I might find interesting or relatable.

last thing you googled: I don’t remember. I think the Violet Spellwing mount from World of Warcraft because damn it’s a beautiful mount that I’ll probably never get because no one is carrying people for it like they did for the moose and my gear is too shit to do heroic Argus right now because I hadn’t played WoW regularly in almost a year. I spent 2017 writing instead of playing WoW, which was good for me, but now I’m so far behind on everything in the game. I’m really sad that I’ll probably not get the mount. =/

ao3: Right here!

do you ever get asks: LOL

how did you get the idea for your url: It’s the name of my main OC from my book!

favorite food: I love food so much, but I’ll have to say chicken tikka masala. Sushi is fabulous too though.

last book you read: The Burning World by @isaacmarionsbigwords It’s the sequel to Warm Bodies and it’s amazing and you all should read it! I read that last year when it came out though so it’s been a while. I have The Raven Cycle on my bookshelf and I need to read that so that’ll be next on my list.

top 3 fictional universes: World of Warcraft, The Slayers, Lord of the Rings

[365day2015]

Day 16

Got out of bed around 940 and to campus around 12. Played a few games of smash (as usual now) and went to my 1 o clock class. Went over frequency distributions and some other beginner stat 130 stuff so it was pretty boring. After I got out of class, I played smash with my club until like 530. There were actually a lot of power rank matches today, like one of our members, Ke had 5 power matches today. I think total there were about 10 today so it was pretty eventful. But yeah I went to Kappa Naro Ramen for the first time with my big and Brian afterwards. Got some miso soup, two pieces of barbeque and a spring roll for $22 and it was actually really good. The price is kinda eh, but I think it’s worth it. After that, me and my big decided to go back to the Webb to play more smash for an hour since the Webb closed at 8.

After the Webb closed, I headed back home and then to Stephanie’s house for a homework sesh with Jonita. That didn’t really happen as I was just eating all of Stephanie’s food and we were talking about random stuff. I didn’t start doing my homework until 11, but at least I finished what I wanted to do at her house. Then, for some reason we ended up planning out an Italian-themed dinner for the Krew tomorrow. Well Stephanie was gonna cook pasta anyway, so we were like might as well invite everyone. And literally the whole rest of the night, we planned out what food and ingredients we needed to get, the music playlist for the night, and they even set up the dinner table already. We were also messing with the lighting for the room so they were really trying to make this legit. It’s a semi-formal event for no apparent reason but hey, I can dig it. What’s funny is that we invited the rest of the group through GroupMe but none of them replied so we’re not even sure if they’re gonna come yet LOL. Hopefully they do because we worked until about 230am trying to figure out and set up this dinner day. But yeah it’s 3:27am and I just got home like 20 minutes ago and i’m so tired so i’m just gonna knock out.

[mechagalaxy]

Sten Hugo Hiller - 627184: Mecha Combat #1043 - January 3350 Quadruple Rainbow Chrono

(By Sten Hugo Hiller - 627184)

Mountain Climbing Mecha Combat #1043

Brought to you by ANN

Highlighting the January 3350 Quadruple Rainbow Chrono

The Gaming authorities decided to keep up the string of events that were non-War-specific. This time by holding a Quadruple Rainbow event, and a Chrono at that.

Here I was caught unaware. After the nearly impossible win Fido had given me in the Keradon event, a great party for Bruno and the Techs had been held. The high potency drinks that were quaffed everytime someone held a spech soon had the brain functions of all present reduced to non functional, and the speaches were reduced to single words like "Drink" or "Gold" or just a thumbs up.

I found myself the following afternoon having the grandad of all hangovers, and felt totally incapable of doing anything strenous like opening my eyes or listening to calls. It was late evening before the specifications of the latest climb made their way into my brain, and another few hours before the formation was signed in.

That we fought on K2 against opponents outmassing and outlicencing me by a considerable margin was just icing on the cake.

We managed to get into the low foothills a few times, but the total score we collected was way to low to get any of the prizes.

But at least we got enough footage for me to figure out the highest scorers in this event had been:

Div 1 327+ (26 Commanders): Fabio Favaro, Warlocks/Dragons (+4660)

2: Ben Rail

3: Bernard Johnson

4: Jeff Haas

5: Shawn Wretham

6: Jaime Beltran

7: Gary Muenzel

8: Terry Cole

9: Claude Poirier

10: David Buchanan

Div 2 -326 (22 Commanders): George Warren, Warlocks/Dragons (+9670)

Div 3 -214 (19 Commanders): David Sifford, Warlock/Dragons (+26780)

Div 4 -171 (16 Commanders): Willie Walton, Warlocks/Dragons (+4260)

Div 5 -133 (30 Commanders): Jason Pedracini, Warlocks/Dragons (+20720)

Div 6 -96 (30 Commanders): 1GoML, Diamond Dragons (+4080)

Div 7 -74 (30 Commanders): Fredo Gustavo, Angel`s of Osiris (+15160)

Div 8 -55 (17 Commanders): Recoil, JC`s Rowdy Bunch (+5500)

Div 9 -33 (17 Commanders): Jindaporn Dinkel, *R.V. 2.0* (+12240)

Div 10 -20 (24 Commanders): Henry the 8th, Jagdstaffel 2 "Faction War" (+180)

Div 11 -10 (13 Commanders): Lucia Santos (+2420)

Total Contestants: 244

Total medals claimed: 163 (of 165 possible)

This event had a third again more contestants than the Rhinoplasty, sixty-three additional Commanders showed up.

However, the growth was not even, and two Bronzes from the lowest top (K11) ended unclaimed and were returned for resmelting.

The highest score achieved in this event was on K5 where Jason Pedracini from the Warlock/Dragon faction amassed 92 500 points after holding the top for seventy-four scorerounds against all comers. The biggest margin to the runner-up was on K3 where David Sifford, also from the Warlock/Dragon faction, was 26 780 ahead.

Lowest score needed for a medal was 11 520 for a Bronze on K11.

Only four Commanders won by more than 10 000 points, while one Gold was decided by a difference of only 180. That is knife range when you have so many scorerounds. Given this closeness, one can wonder if the fight for the lesser prizes were as ferocious. To get an inkling, we take a look at the differences between the medal tiers in this event:

...Silver to Bronze....Bronze to nothing

Div 1 ......1030......…..1360

Div 2 ....19060......…….940

Div 3 ......1200......…..2740

Div 4 ....13810..........11000

Div 5 ......9700......…..2540

Div 6 ....12480......…..1920

Div 7 ......6000......…..3060

Div 8 ....17240......…..1800

Div 9 ......3660......…….140

Div 10 ….3530......……...20

Div 11 ….15000......…….N/A

Two of the Silvers were decided by not much more than a thousand and three of the Bronzes decided by less than that, one by as little as 20 points. Such small differences can easily come from signing up early, so keep that in mind when another Chrono comes around.

The Warlock/Dragon faction showed what can be called massive dominance in this event by claiming no less than FIVE Golds. And those were on the five highest tops to boot. None of the Keradon winners managed to get a follow-up triumph, but we had one unaligned winner; Lucia Santos on K11.

Upcoming event: Fides

This is another Mech type event. Here the star is the 50 ton Fides. But a Commander is allowed to bring one additional Mech into the fray, as long as it masses no more than 50 tons.

-Unless you fight on one of the two lowest tops (K10 or K11). There it is 50 ton max and you can use whatever mechs you fancy.

Event ends August 9 between 0130 and 0200 New York Time

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What We Learned: Can we really predict anything in the Stanley Cup Final?

Alex Ovechkin and the Caps have been riding some extremely good shooting luck. (Drew Hallowell/Getty Images)

So Game 1 of the most improbable Stanley Cup Final in quite some time is tonight.

I’ve seen a lot of people ask questions that are along the lines of, “How can ‘the numbers’ explain this meeting?” And plenty of pundits have also said, “It’s unfair to bring up future regression right now.”

Which leads one to wonder, naturally, what we could possibly expect to happen in the Final, because two teams that, by any reasonable stretch of the imagination, “shouldn’t” be here very much are here. And while you can’t delgitimize them by saying, “Well I’d like to see them run through their opponents again,” it is fair to question what we can expect from either team.

“ How do you explain Vegas ?!?” is a common refrain, it’s not hard to see this is the product of a great line and a just-okay goalie turning into the best at their jobs in the sport over a six-week stretch. Like I always say, people don’t want to hear that hockey is random, and perhaps getting a little more random all the time, but I gotta tell ya: Hockey is random. It’s not that “goalies are voodoo,” a common refrain in the analytics community, but that it’s impossible to predict when they’re going to get inexplicably hot.

Just about any goaltender can have 12 to 15 games of .940-plus hockey. It’s happened four times in the last six regular seasons, and just some of the names — Cam Talbot, Craig Anderson, Andrew Hammond, and Brian Elliott — don’t exactly scream “perennial Vezina candidate.”

The seven goalies who have done it in the playoffs since 2009 — Marc-Andre Fleury, Jonathan Quick, Braden Hotlby, Mike Smith, Jonas Hiller, Tim Thomas, and Tuukka Rask — are generally better (counterpoint: Mike Smith?) but there’s bound to be some survivorship bias in the postseason. Which is to say goalies with lower save percentages don’t often make it through 15 games, right?

So it’s really not that uncommon for a team that has, say, a 49 percent chance to win any given game to win 12 games out of 15 tries (ballparking the number it looks like about 1 in 8). Especially if their goalie gets inexplicably hot. That’s not something that reflects well on Computer Boys, who can throw their hands up and say “What can ya do?” whenever there’s something that well and truly defies the odds like a Marc-Andre Fleury hot streak of this nature, but if there’s no way to predict outsize performance, “What can ya do?” is the only thing you can say.

The question, then, is does he keep it up? I mean, some of those goalies did it — Quick and Thomas both won Cups from that group — but most did not. And if Fleury suddenly becomes a regular, normal Fleury again, posting something between the mid-.910s and the low .920s, who will be surprised? And if he keeps it up, who will have a right to be shocked?

Likewise, Washington. Everyone they played in these playoffs was a better possession team in the regular season. Washington (marginally) turned that around in the playoffs but is still getting a little bit out-attempted at 5-on-5, largely due to score effects.

Their playoff downfall has so often been inexplicable rotten luck when it came to getting the puck past goaltenders. No matter how well they seemed to play, their shooting percentages typically tanked, maybe due in part to the fact that playoff teams tend to be better at killing penalties, and also refs are far less likely to call postseason penalties in the first place. As discussed in the most recent Trending Topics , they’re getting the same high-quality goaltending as always but their shooting percentage is much more in-line with what they did in the regular season (10.5 percent now versus 10.8 percent then, both of which are quite high).

Is that sustainable in a series that will run between four and seven gams? I don’t know. No one does, really. So much of both teams’ success has been predicated on unsustainable runs at either end of the ice that you have to to say this is getting to be like the main event of WrestleMania III: the irresistible force (the Caps’ shooting luck so far) versus the immovable object (Fleury). Something has to give.

As you might expect, these are the teams with the two largest differences between expected and actual goals per 60 minutes in all situations. Vegas is plus-0.94 over what they “should” score every hour. Washington is plus-0.62. Only one other team, Boston, is north of plus-0.5, which I guess you can argue presaged their early bounce-out.

But now we’re pretty far beyond normal probabilities, right? Here, too, you’d probably have to give Washington the slight edge just because you can’t really count on Fleury to keep delivering you one-goal wins through .947 save percentages. But it could happen! And if it happens, there’s no way you can say, “I’d like to see them do THAT again,” because of course they could not. You win or lose the games you play and that’s all you can do. To ask for re-litigation on every bounce of the puck is idiotic, but that doesn’t mean both teams aren’t supremely lucky to have gotten this far.

In every sport, over a long enough timeline, the best teams win the most games and that’s true in hockey as well. Pull up a list of the best regular-season records over any three-year period since the NHL got advanced stats and the top five in winning percentage are going to look more or less like the top five in 5-on-5 CF%. That’s another thing we don’t need to re-litigate.

But to really get under the hood and look for reasons beyond randomness that Vegas and Washington got here? Like we all know Marc-Andre Fleury is why Vegas got here. We all know the Caps keeping up their hot shooting for once is why Washington got here. What else is there to investigate?

You want numbers to explain this? It’s not hard. Most hockey games are very slightly weighted coin flips, and it’s like Smooth Jimmy Apollo says: “When you’re right 52 percent of the time, you’re wrong 48 percent of the time.”

People want to ascribe deeper meaning to it than that — they want to figure out the “why” of it — and in the playoffs especially, you really can’t.

What We Learned: Playoff edition

Vegas Golden Knights: I know a lot of people have talked about how long of a layoff this has been for Vegas and how that might affect them. I’m kinda dubious that it will at all, because what’s the tangible difference in “rust” you’re going to develop over nine days versus the Capitals’ five? If they went right into the Cup Final — say, on Saturday after the Caps won on Wednesday — that might have been a thing, but if it’s nine days off versus five, I’m less inclined to believe in it.

Washington Capitals: The Caps Are Good On The Road. That’s the prevailing thought on them in this postseason. Which is interesting because their underlying numbers at home are very good, and on the road they’re a little underwater. You’ll never guess the difference: An all-situations home PDO of 98.1 in these playoffs, versus a road PDO of **drumroll** 102.7. Does that affect Vegas, does the Vegas Flu come into play, etc. etc. etc.? I mean, maybe. But also: Maybe not???

Play of the Weekend

There were no plays this weekend so here’s that Ovechkin one-timer from Game 7 again. Pretty good.

Gold Star Award

Here’s a fun stat: Vegas and Washington have both committed more penalties than they’ve drawn in these playoffs. Doesn’t seem like that should be a thing but here we are.

Minus of the Weekend

This John Vanbiesbrouck hire, I dunno. I have heard a lot lately about how hockey is for everyone, but then a guy who repeatedly called a black player maybe the worst possible racial slur — behind his back no less — gets one of the top “growing the game” jobs in the sport, and USA Hockey doesn’t even check in with the guy who was the target of his abuse. Folks, it’s pretty bad.

Perfect HFBoards Trade Proposal of the Week

User “ sabrescupbound” is doing a classic mix-em-up”

To Buffalo:
 RNH
, Galchenyuk

To Montreal
: ROR
, 10th OV pick

To Edmonton: 
 3rd OV pick
, Buffalo’s 3rd round pick, 
David Schlemko (2 years at 2.1 million)
 and Nathan Beaulieu (1 year at 2.4 million)

Signoff

Aurora borealis?

Ryan Lambert is a Puck Daddy columnist. His email is here and his Twitter is here. (All stats via Corsica unless otherwise noted.)

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•• Kanha Tiger Poop in Kanha National Park ••

While high 50s-low 60s might not sound very cold, when a biting 75 from the safety of a sleeping bag is the maximum cold you’ve had to endure in the last several months, let me tell you it feels very cold. Additionally like most game parks, game drives at Kanha are in open back gypsys or jeeps at dawn and dusk, so there is little protection from the cutting wind. Let me outline the extensive number of layers I was wearing, which was everything I owned plus some things I stole from other people.

On the bottom: wool leggings, pants, rain pants. I couldn’t physically fit more layers on my legs, I did still need to walk.

On the top: wool singlet, wool t-shirt, long sleeve shirt with a hood, wool sweater, a fleece, a thicker Northface fleece, and my rain jacket wih hood zipped all the way up. Plus a hat and gloves. And two pairs of socks.

That being said, we still had a great three days in Kanha National Park. It’s 940 square kilometers of park established in 1974 contains 22 species of mammals and the is inspiration for Rudyard Kipling’s famed Jungle Book (it was turned into an official park long after his book).

Our best tiger sighting in Kana was an adult male we soon dubbed Steve, our favourite constipated tiger. Seems something Steve ate didnt quite agree with him, judging by his loud unhappy howls and the pungent smell that soon accompanied them. We spent a whole game drive camped out watching him, cheering at each slight new move of his head (as Sonja said she wished people were this proud of here when she made it to a standing position). By the end we felt quite attached and sympathetic for Steve, poor Steve.

We saw several other tigers, including distant flashes of two cubs, as well as all the following species: Langur Monkey, Jackal, Wild bore, Cheetal (spotted deer), Sambar, Barasingha (type of deer found only in that park), Chausingha (four horned antelope) Black buck, Gaur (like a buffalo), Barking deer, Bengal Tiger , Peacocks and last but not least, the most exotic Jungle Fowl. For reference, a jungle fowl is chicken. Hundred percent just a chicken; you can tell me whatever you want but it looks like a chicken, crows like a chicken- it’s a chicken. After being informed that the wild chickens in the park were not chickens at all but jungle fowl, Sonja and I hence worth substituted jungle fowl for chicken in general conversation: jungle fowl tikka, jungle fowl nuggets, jungle fowl noodle soup.

We did two game drives a day, one bright and early at 5am and the second in the evening as it got dark to give us the best chance of spotting a tiger. In between we usually found time to strip all our layers off for a workout and quick lunch. The other interesting occurrence at Kanha was I and Sonja’s unexpected and uninvited nightime visitor. I woke up at 2am to something moving by my head, thinking at first it was a bug I swatted at. But after a couple more times of sensing it run by my head I realized it was no innocent spider but a rat. At which point I leaped up and yelled to the soundly sleeping Sonja that there was a rat on her head (well within a few foot radius of her head), which she obviously didn’t take to kindly to. We later named our unwelcome guest rat Justin after an old elementary school classmate. It took a while of coaxing to convince me to come down from the relative safety of standing in the middle of the bed in my sleeping bag, but eventually we managed to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. Though I did reoriante myself away from where Justin has last been sighted and kept my head tucked away safely in my sleeping bag. After Justin’s first visit, we attempted to barcaded our room from within to stop any future visits but we could still hear him and maybe some of his friends in the ceiling all night, hence inspiring the following song parody:

Spider rat spider rat does whatever a spider rat does Can it fall from the ceiling? Course it can, cause gravity works

Spider rat spider rat does whatever a spider rat does Can it ruin your nights sleep? Course it can, cause it’s a rat