#i have got to stop playing rain world i am thinking about it even when doing my own shit

[weirderscience]

depictions of precursors + base shapes for loamcat iconography and technology. lots of trailing lines on circles and squares

[featheredclover]

September Rain

Chapter Eleven

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The afternoon sun was beaming down upon the ground in all its splendour. Coach Bakshi was in one of his “moods”, which meant that Arnav and Aman had to run ten laps.

Arnav cursed under his breath.

“I still think NK got the better deal”

“You are kidding?” Aman panted , “You should see the storeroom! It probably hasn’t been cleaned since my dad was here”

“Whatever” Arnav mumbled, “At least there is a roof above his head”

With a laugh, Aman shook his head.

“Bakshi won’t spare us till we win against Green”

Spotting the eagle eyed man, standing upright training a bunch of juniors, they hurried along.

“Can’t understand why Woodsmith gets these ex-army men as sports teachers. He is killing us”

“Stop being dramatic Mathur”, Arnav squinted against the harsh rays of sun, “If we win against Iyer, Bakshi is gonna be the one behind it”

Aman stilled in his tracks, hand on his hips.

“Win against Iyer? This isn’t about Dhruv, you know that right?”

He shrugged, “Anything for Cyrus”

Aman laughed as he picked up pace again, “Cyrus? Sure?”

“What are you being so smug about?”, he frowned.

“Your grudge against Dhruv isn’t for Cyrus, it’s for Khushi, Raizada”

Arnav looked away. Perhaps to evade Aman’s all knowing eyes. Perhaps to avoid giving away what he felt for her. 

“You couldn’t be more obvious you know”

Aman sat down on a patch of grass under their favourite oak tree, tucked in a corner, away from Bakshi’s field of vision .

Arnav let out a breathless gasp, “What?”

“In the picnic? All those rides where Khushi sat with Dhruv? If eyes could kill”, he chuckled.

“It was…” he struggled to finish.

“Jealousy! Happens when the girl you love spends time with another boy”, Aman supplied helpfully.

Arnav sat down with a sigh.

“Guess there is no point in denying it then”

“When?”, Aman asked with a fond smile.

“Honestly? I don’t even know” , he bit his lip.

“She has just…just... And I knew I wanted more. I have always wanted more. But the possibility of her feeling nothing-“

“You are crazy! Everyone except the two of you knew what you felt for each other”

Arnav frowned, “Mathur, what the-?”

“Remember when you got hurt on the football ground in class seven? She actually cried ! And then when you forgot your speech midway in assembly? She all but almost shouted it out to you. And that time you got your tonsils out? She celebrated her birthday in the freaking hospital!”

“Okay”, he smiled softly, “I am an idiot then, I should have said something sooner”

“Sooner?”, the smile wiped out from Aman’s face in a comical moment.

“You guys are dating?!” He slapped Arnav roughly on the back, who did nothing but grin.

“Well…we haven’t spoken about it…but yeah, I should hope so…”

Aman burst out laughing.

“What?” Arnav asked amused.

“How different are you from your siblings ha? Akash bhai and Payal Di didn’t spare a moment to flaunt their love to the world. But you two? I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was just a wedding invitation in my mail years later!”

—————-

Kicking off the dirt from his studs, Arnav sighed. He grabbed hold of his bag, stuffing the shoes in a plastic cover, which was almost in shreds. Making a mental note to change it, he turned around, only to still in his tracks.

Khushi stood across the road from the ground. Her pink sling bag ,standing out amidst the environment of grey and green. 

He drew in a deep breath. And yet couldn’t stop the smile from blooming across his lips. He swung his bag across his shoulder and jogged over to her.

“Khushi”, he said, kicking himself for a less than interesting greeting.

“I…I..had dance practice. It got over early, so decided to come here”

She wouldn’t keep her eyes on him, flitting around, like the butterfly he always thought she was. And it drove him crazy.

Grabbing her hand in his, he spoke “You got to see me play?”

She wrinkled her nose, a soft smile in place.

“No, I think I just missed the last few minutes”

His heart picked up pace at the playful disappointment in her voice.

“Well, next time I’ll give Bakshi ,the dance group’s schedule. That will make sure you won’t miss it!”, he winked.

“Wow! Make sure I am there when you do that!”, she chuckled.

He looked at her, and beamed with delight as she flushed under his gaze. 

“What?” She asked in a whisper.

Clearing his throat, giving his head a little shake, Arnav smiled.

“The basketball court might be empty by now?”

He answered Khushi’s puzzled “So?” , with a tug at her hand as he led them to the nearest shortcut.

——————

He bent over to grab one of the balls left behind. Twirling it over his index finger, he turned around, desperately wishing Khushi found it cool that he could do this.

“We got lucky Gupta!”, he grinned nervously.

He was rewarded with her gasp.

“You can do that?!”

“Ya!” , he said nonchalantly, while rubbing an awkward hand over the back of his neck.

Khushi smiled as she walked up to him.

“I wish I could do something besides swim and dance”

“Hey! You play tennis!”, he frowned.

“Arnav!”, she laughed, “I play them with you in your backyard! That doesn’t count “

“Hmm”, he pretended to think over her words, before shooting the basketball beside her ear.

“Hey!”, she cried out, “You almost got me!”

“Did I?” ,he  teased.

“How about I teach you some basics today Khush? We can graduate steadily to actually making you a decent player”

“I thought football was your forte’”, she smiled, her hands resting on her hip.

“As soon as you learn this, we’ll move over to football”, he smiled.

Dribbling the ball expertly, he moved behind her. Sliding his hands down her arms, he ignored the catch in her breath, even as his own nerves made their presence known.

He rested his hands beneath hers, which now held the ball.

“Lesson one. Dribble”, he whispered into her ear.

He showed her the movements, her hands imitating them in a daze. 

The sun had slipped away. The crescent moon was upon them. The streetlights were flickering on. And yet, for them it was as if time itself had settled in stillness.

Arnav stopped as he realised Khushi was no longer moving her hands along his.

Straightening up, he asked softly, “Khu-“

She turned around and flung her arms around his neck, letting her name rest half spoken in the air. 

Gathering her up in his arms, he held her closer. He wondered if he had done something wrong. Did something happen? He hadn’t even asked her how she was. Maybe something was wrong. Had someone said something?

She lifted her head up from his chest, derailing his train of thoughts.

He looked down, waiting for her to speak. Her eyes fluttered between his lips and his own eyes.

Arnav knew then. 

Bending his head in a flash, he kissed her, muffling the whimper which escaped her. 

He kissed her. Thoroughly. With all his heart. With all that he felt for her. 

He couldn’t think about anything but how she felt in his arms. How right it felt to be like this. 

She broke apart, heaving as she attempted to catch her breath. Resting his forehead against hers, he couldn’t help smiling.

Guess he’ll soon have to learn all the silent signs and codes, he thought impishly.

“I guess that’s enough basketball for today?” Khushi laughed, her cheeks blazing red.

“Nope”, he whispered,”Not enough at all”

He cradled her head, before pulling her in again. 

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He was still smiling, as he walked along the pathway to his dorm. He had dropped Khushi off minutes ago. But it still didn’t feel enough.

After that distraction, they had walked over to her dorm. Laughing, joking along the way. Just like they always did. 

He whistled in relief. Unbeknownst to him, a bewildering fear had been beneath his heart. The worry that they wouldn’t be able to go back to the equation they always had between them. Friendship brings ease. But love? The crazy emotion clawing at your heart? That snatches away all sense of easy. He knew that much.

“Raizada”

Arnav turned around.

Dhruv stood before him, in all his glory. Dressed in his green jersey, he was the formidable opponent Arnav had to face soon.

“You know there is a match next Saturday?”

He hated the artificial smile this guy sported. As if his tactics were invisible to everyone.

“Why? Are you going around reminding everyone?”

“Don’t push it Arnav”

He rolled his eyes, “Push what? You were the one who called me?”

“Just saying. Loitering around will do you no good”, he said, his eyes glinting at something more.

“I would say the same for you Iyer. If you want to prove something, do it on the grounds”

“I will”, Dhruv grinned, “In front of everyone. How nice will it be to crush you,with so many witnesses!  Headmistress, teachers, your Bakshi , beloved Cyrus……Khushi”

Arnav’s eyes flared, echoing the fury ignited in his heart.

“What?”

“Watch out, Raizada. I don’t play fair”, his face was set in a mask.

Arnav felt no dread. He knew that now no one was going to stop him from going all out this Saturday. But God help him, if this bastard brings his Khushi into this mix.

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[onceuponapuffin]

My Good Omens Season 3 Predictions

Based on the Amazon Playlist and Established Patterns in S1 and S2

I’ve been listening to the songs on the official playlist that Amazon released in December, and I’ve been thinking about it non-stop. It’s been long enough, and now I feel like I have a solid enough footing to have ideas about season 3 based on the information given to us by the playlist (especially the songs Neil provided). Keep in mind that this is my speculation only. I may be entirely wrong, this post may age poorly, but I am okay with that. At the end of the day, I know for absolute fact that I will be THRILLED with whatever season 3 actually brings (But please – for my sanity – let there be a happy ending for Crowley and Aziraphale).

First of all, we know the season was outlined back in 2005, and I would assume (for the sake of this post if nothing else) that by the time the s3 announcement came, Prime had the general outline. And so, in the spirit of how this show does things, the playlist is full of Clues.

GIF by fuckyeahgoodomens

I’ll put the songs in parenthesis as I go.

Between “Before the Beginning” and “In the Beginning,” i.e. Flashback 1:

We’re going to start the season with Crowley’s Fall (Midnight Rain). Neil has said that he’s not going to ever tell us Starmaker’s name, so I’m not expecting that. But we know that each season starts with a prologue, and we also know that these flashback mirror the current events. Crowley’s Fall makes a lot of sense to start with because it is the first thing that pulls him and Aziraphale apart. And where are we starting from in present day? The Divorce.

How Are Crowley and Aziraphale Doing?

Bad (I’m a Mess). Crowley presents fine to the world, but we, who know him, can see he is struggling. I don’t know if he’ll actually go to therapy, but I would adore it if we got a glimpse of Crowley trying it and being like “NOPE” when it got too hard. He keeps expecting Aziraphale to walk around every corner, and keeps replaying the divorce in his mind (Just My Imagination).

Aziraphale isn’t doing well either. The Kiss, and by extension his last conversation with Crowley plays on his mind all the time (Could’ve Been).

Very soon after the playlist was released, one of my Good Omens friends on Discord (I forget who it was, I am so sorry), suggested that maybe Aziraphale is communicating with Crowley through his dreams. Honestly, I am so on board with this. With the number of songs that mention dreams and daydreams in this playlist, there is no way that Crowley’s dreams and/or imagination won’t play some kind of role in this season (In Dreams, Just My Imagination).

Minisodes

The Titanic

I think the most interesting thing is that we’re going to have at least one minisode about them alone through time. It’s something that we haven’t seen before, and it parallels their current journey.

That being said, I think one of these will be the Titanic (My Heart Will Go On). Here’s how I see it happening:

Crowley is the one on the ship. He’s not there to sink it, he’s just there to enjoy himself. Maybe he plays around with the kids a bit, maybe he makes friends. Point is, the humans have built this supposedly-unsinkable ship of dreams and he just has to see it. He’s there when it sinks. Maybe he even tries to save people or get the other ships to come faster, but he can’t save everyone.

Heartbroken, he returns home to his dark flat. He doesn’t turn on any lights. There are two envelopes waiting for him. He sits at the table to read them in the dark. The first is a commendation from Hell:

“Great job sinking the Titanic! Downstairs are Very Impressed with your work, as always!” He scoffs and tosses it aside. The second one is from Aziraphale.

Oh great, he thinks, Just what I need, a little ‘oh how dare you drown all those people you evil demon you.’ when I’m already feeling like shit. He opens it anyway. The first lines read:

“My Dear Crowley,

I heard that you were aboard the Titanic when it sank. Are you alright?”

Crowley breaks down and cries. ~End Scene~

1941

The playlist has Heart and Soul on it, but not a recent version – it’s specifically one that was recorded in 1939. So we’re almost definitely getting 1941 Part 3.

GIF by mimisempai

We’re going to find out what happened to cause their huge shift in dynamics from Date Night to 1967, and I think it’s a kiss. Maybe a kiss on the cheek? I’m not entirely sure. I do hope they get to slow dance to A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square though.

The Reunion

My friends, it will not go well. This is one of the songs that Neil chose – Cry Me a River. It just reeks of Aziraphale coming back and Crowley being (understandably, and rightly) being bitter towards him. Aziraphale will, eventually, I’m sure, get back in his good books, but he’s gonna need more than an I Was Wrong Dance to do it.

(Actually?) Saving the World

Okay so being perfectly honest, the only reason either of them are the lead characters in this series is because they’re so freaking loveable. They are very bad at their jobs. Anathema, Newt, and Adam saved the world in S1, and although the Husbands gave Adam a little pep-talk, I think he’s smart enough that he could have managed it on his own if he had to.

So, this time they actually need to save the world and have an actual plan. This is where I think a second body swap will happen – hear me out! First of all, remember that no one aside from Gabriel (who is Someone Knows Where), none of the angels or demons have figured out their trick from the first time. So I don’t think it is the plan, but I do think it will be part of the plan. Where am I pulling this idea from? The Show Must Go On, another one of Neil’s choices. It sounds like it’s from Aziraphale’s perspective, but Queen songs are usually associated with Crowley. Seems odd, right? Maybe because it is. Maybe because they swap.

The Book of Life

I think we’re going to see The Book of Life, and I think it’s going to basically be The Book of Love. I think this is where we’re going to get the Main Thesis. The Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, if you will. Love. It’s supposed to be Love.

The Book of Love – another of Neil’s choices.

Epilogue

I predict they get their South Downs cottage (Neil said “not yet,” which implies it’s coming). And there’s also a wedding, though I’m not sure whose it will be (The Book of Love). I REALLY hope that it’s Crowley and Aziraphale, because they deserve that kind of happy ending, and Neil is too much of an Ally not to realize how important it is that they get to Live Happily Ever After.

One Last Thought

I still have no idea what to make of I’d Rather Go Blind. That’s it. That’s the last thought I wanted to share that doesn’t really fit in anywhere else.

Thanks for going on this journey with me. Let’s make our Bingo cards and see if I managed to get anything right in 3-4 years.

[aritsukemo]

Behind Closed Curtains | Freminét

Freminét x Hydro Archon GN!reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! I got inspired to write this a few weeks ago when I read @freminet-writings's hcs about Freminét dating male Hydro Archon!reader but lost motivation and picked this back up so I apologize if this fic seems kinda all over the place or a little awkward! 😓

Also here's the link to that hc. I really liked it and if you like Freminet, I definitely think you should check out @freminet-writings's blog! She makes some really nice fluffy hcs/drabbles in my opinion! :D

Crystal rain pours from the sky, dripping it's gems upon anything it could touch and drenching it. It's steady flow produces a serene melody, one that never gets old no matter how many times it's replayed.

As nice as this may be to some, the diver wishes it would stop. If the fairytales hold any weight to them it means somewhere out there, amidst this clear, crystal rain, the hydro dragon weeps, most likely submerged in or surrounded by water, alone and upset. It makes him tempted to chant, to plead with the dragon not to cry and to allow the rain to pass. However, deeming his situation, that wouldn't be appropriate..

"Ah! My most devoted follower! Do tell me, what brings you here at such an hour? I know you yearned to feel the greatness and power that my presence exudes, but you do know that even the most divine must rest, yes?"

Piercing mismatched ocean gaze dressed in gaudy, expensive fabrics and topped off with a matching hat, Y/n de Fontaine sits before Freminét. Their aura of godliness surrounding them like a king's cloak along with a crown of intimidation to go with it that makes them untouchable and unapproachable to some people in the water nation.

However, despite their loud words and even louder demeanor, they sit back and wait. Silently and patiently waiting for him to speak his mind about whatever reason he has to visit them so late at night, hoping and praying that it's something small and not some unexpected disaster.

After all, playing this role has posed to be a problem when it comes to comforting others. Having to constantly talk about being above everyone else.. Most people would take your genuine attempts as you pitying them..

"..I'm sorry for bothering you. I know you're probably tired.." He begins, snapping you away from your thoughts immediately, "I just wanted to check on you."

"Hm?"

"I.. I wanted to make sure you were alright," He clarifies. His voice, although a bit shaky, a little louder and more clear to hear than before.

"Lyney mentioned that you seemed upset about something earlier. I was planning on visiting then, but I didn't want him getting suspicious.. Uhm, a- anyways, are you alright? If there's something bothering you, Y/n, you can tell me. I..don't have the strength or power to promise you that I'll do something about whatever upsets you but I can, at the very least, listen to you talk about what's troubling you.."

Now that's not what you were expecting. Or rather, something you didn't want to expect. It was a small, quick slip from character, that's all. Everyone else in the Opera House brushed it off, why couldn't that magician do the same? Now your boyfriend sits here, concerned and asking questions you can't answer truthfully.

"Hehehehe~! Well aren't you the most adorable little devotee! For you to think that something could bother me, the Hydro Archon and ruler of Fontaine, is both cute and foolishly naïve of you!" You boast before another fit of giggles take over, "Worry not, for I am just fine! Nothing in this world could possibly bother me! Not a human nor a god from another nation.. Hah! Not even Celestia!"

"I understand your concern for me. After all, I'm constantly juggling tasks no ordinary human like yourself could ever imagine dealing with. It must be challenging for me, right? Well you're dead wrong! I am the embodiment of the all powerful! Nothing is hard for me! Hahaha~!"

"..Is that really true?" Freminét asks.

"You dare doubt me?" Y/n retorts, crossing their arms and holding them against their chest.

"No," He answers immediately only to pause, eventually following up with a small, "Well, maybe a little.. But if you're really fine, I'll believe you. Have a good night, Y/n."

And with that he gets up, but to his surprise, the archon before him, the same one who just told him that literally nothing in this world could trouble them, seemed rather distressed. Even going as far as to stand up from their comfortable seat to call out to him.

"Wait, where are you going?" You force out quickly. Freminét halts and looks back. A look of genuine confusion etched on his freckled face.

"I'm going back to the House of the Hearth. I had to sneak out in order to avoid anyone catching me.. I should head back before they find out I'm not in bed. I wouldn't want them to get worried and waste their time looking for me.."

"No!" You shriek. Freminét jumps. You notice and quickly clear your throat, "I- I mean, no..~" You drawl, "You can't, I uh.. I haven't.. Our time here isn't up yet! Yeah.. You can't leave because you haven't spent your full time here yet!"

"What do you mean?"

"W- Well you came here to talk to me and might I remind you that I am a god! When you converse with me, it's tradition to stay for at least a full hour before leaving so that I may properly bless you with good faith and fortune and all of that.."

A stretch, but not entirely false. For centuries, religious families from all over the nation have scheduled meetings just to worship you and hear your words of good faith for them and their families, most of which staying for hours on end until they're forced to leave by the Gardes so technically you aren't lying to him. Twisting the truth, maybe. But definitely not lying!

An expression of skepticism crosses the driver's face for a long moment as he mulls over your words in silence. A couple seconds pass, each one making you more and more nervous. After all, there's no official rule or anything that states that he has to stay here so if he really wanted to, he could leave and you'd let him.

Despite what you may say, you can't exactly force him. Anyone else? Sure, you'd have no problem making them do as you please. But Freminét? No, no, no. You see, he's what one would call special. He has leverage over you. Leverage that no one else has. And that leverage is being your beloved partner in secret. If he were to tell or make any indication that he's uncomfortable or upset, you'd do just about anything you could to make him feel better which of course includes letting him leave this Opera House if that's what he'd truly want.

"..Hm, I guess I have no choice but to stay here until time is up.. I've been here for some time so I probably don't have much time left here anyway."

"On the contrary! It's been not but a few minutes since you've sat down so you have a lot more time here than you think." You say.

"But I've been here for almost a half an hour.."

"Archons see time differently than humans, my dear," You explain, "While as time may seem faster to you, it's much different for me. So by my calculations, you still have at least fifty minutes left with me before you can go. Leaving any sooner will count as great disrespect!"

Did that come off too strong? Were you too loud? Ooh.. You hope Freminet didn't feel too pressured by what you said. You just want—no, you need him to stay a little longer. You need to relish in the comfort that his presence brings you just a little longer.

..You want to be selfish just a little longer..please..

Freminet's lips part to speak only to immediately shut. Avoiding eye contact, he walks back over to the couch across from yours and sits down, his eyes remaining glued to the floor. Holding back a sigh, you plop back down on the cushion, staring down at your gloved hands which are clasped together in your lap.

Now you've done it. You should've just stayed quiet and let him leave! Now he's uncomfortable and you two are sitting in this awkward silence that's absolutely killing you!

How can you fix this? Should you resort to flattery? Agh, no. Freminet wouldn't like that. Should you just carry on conversation? What would you talk about.. The sea, maybe?

"Tell me, how has your little companion been faring? I noticed that you didn't bring him with you," You inquire, not ready to look up and see his face just yet and deciding to keep your gaze fixed on your hands.

Freminét looks up, a little surprised. You were interested in Pers? And here he thought you were silently judging him for carrying him around all of the time..

"He's doing fine. I left him back at the House of the Hearth to keep Thelxie company. Although..I was reluctant in doing so.."

"Thelxie? Are you referring to the Water Imp in that children's fairytale? How and why would Pers be keeping him company?"

"It's a little complicated.. I've accepted a commission to make a toy and per my commissioner's request, I've named the toy Thelxie," He explains.

"Hm, I'll admit that you've peaked my interest," You gain the courage to look back up at Freminét. Deciding not to comment on the way he immediately looks away from you upon locking eyes with you, "You've mentioned before that you don't take commissions and prefer to work at your own pace without feeling pressured. What about this commission is so different from the rest? Well, besides the fact that you're basing the toy off a children-eating water imp from a children's tale."

It takes a moment for Freminét to respond and when he finally does, he speaks in a lower tone, "I.. hm.."

"What is it?" You ask, "I know me being interested in things other than an excellent performance is hard to come by and I've been told of the pressure one feels with faced against my expectations, but you should at least try to answer my questions."

"I'm sorry," Freminét mumbles quickly, beginning to fiddle with the skin of his fingers, "But.. For the sake of her privacy, I can't really go into any further detail about this.."

And the silence returns and oh, how you've come to absolutely despise it since your relationship with the diver began. You want to say something. You even fix your lips, waiting for the words to come to you, but they don't. Leaving you looking rather dumbstruck as a result.

What is wrong with you? He's just a person. Someone without any kind of intimidating aura or power to him so why are you hesitating? Since you can't talk about the commission, change the subject. Simple and easy, right?

Don't be so scared. It's just Freminét. Yes, no reason to be nervous. It's just Freminét. It's just Freminét—

"Can you..hold me?" Wait, what are you saying? That wasn't apart of the script! What are you doing? "Please.. It doesn't have to be for too long and you may leave immediately afterwards if you'd like..I just.. I really would like it if..uhm.."

Face warmed, avoiding eye contact, the light sweating.. What? Have you really reduced yourself to some shy background character who's only purpose in the film is to stammer out stupid sentences occasionally? That's no fit for someone who's been acting for as long as you have. You need to fix this. You need to save this performance!

But what do you say? Nothing's coming to mind. All you have to say is a few simple words with your usual confident tone and then divert the conversation to something else until you can recover completely. That's it. That all you have to do so why are freezing up? Don't tell me you suddenly have stage fright or something. That would be unacceptable.

You've been silent for too long. Any longer and you won't be able to salvage this no matter what you say! So, speak. Say something! Anything—!

Cool hands finally snap you from your thoughts. One snakes around your waist and the other rest on the side of your head. You fall to the side and your stiff body collides with smooth clothing before you can react.

"Is this.. Are you..okay with this position?" His voice comes out as a small whisper, just a bit quieter than normal, "My mother.. She could always tell when I was upset. She would hold me just like this and sing in my ears until I felt better.. I- I'm not a good singer like she was, but I can tell you about some of the clockworks I've been working on lately. I'd probably bore you though.."

This definitely wasn't apart of the script. What should you do? Pull away? Chastise him for touching you so freely? You really don't want to do that. His cool embrace, the smell of the ocean on his clothing that for some reason makes you feel the opposite of the uneasy feeling you'd usually get from smelling seawater.. This feels so nice..safe almost.. Can't you just add this in or something? Surely it wouldn't be too out of character for you to indulge in this, right? Right?

At the dejecting sound of your silence, Freminét's already loose grip loosens even more to the point you barely feel his hands on you, "I'm sorry.. I've never done this so I.." He trails off as he watches you pull his arm so that it wraps around you again. The previous statement he was planning to finish having long been forgotten as he seems more focused on you and how embarrassingly warm his face has gotten than whatever he was planning to say.

You arms hesitantly cage his waist, keeping his body flush against you as you begin mumbling something incoherent under your breath. You bury your face—which is beginning to become unbearably warm itself—into his shoulder and with your mouth closer to his ear, he was finally able to hear you..

"Even archons need to be pampered occasionally, divinity or not. You should be honored to share such close proximity with me and bask in the elegance that is me so, uhm..please stay for as long as you're able.."

With a brief wave of confidence that washes over him, Freminét brings his other hand back up to your head, this time slowly running his fingers through your hair, "Oh..alright," He mumbles against your hair after a while.

Another silence comes creeping in yet it no longer carries that thick, unpleasant air of awkwardness with it. Instead, it's light, almost soothing, just like his touch. It was as if the lights behind the closed curtains had dimmed a little and although it didn't stop your performance, it made it a little more bearable.

He makes things just a little more bearable for you, even though he isn't aware of it.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[elsa-rain-world-stuff]

Have you seen any of the rain world PMV's on youtube? Any thoughts/favourite ones? I am currently BAWLING over Tiny Alien by Yaloellie

I'm more of a meme preson

Stuff like this, short, nice looking, sometimes, if ur lucky, plot relevant

Last things i saw and loved are this one (saint spoilers) and this one (pebbles and moon spoilers)

This one has the cutest style and heartbreaking images

Hunter spoilers - cute, upbeat, soulcrushing

Artificer spoilers - love this one, especially little animation at the end, just wow

Also Arti spoilers - so SMOOTH. And i Love Arti's smile in this one, just 💥💥💥

Arti again - love this one too especially how she gets spear in her chest 💀💖

Arrrrtiiii - I'm sure you've seen this one, but I'm in love with the way this artist draws rw creatures just awawaw

Arti Karma - makes me MAD that i didn't remember this meme first!!! Because Karma meme was one of if not The first ever meme i saw, and fits Arti SO DAMN PERFECT

Pebbles jumpscare - and little bit of moon

Everything? - original meme with Rain World music, with one of my FAVORITE rain world tracks!!!

Moon and Pebbles - just Stunning.

Surv, monk, scavs? - also really beautiful art style and smooth animation

Monk - cute and also first ever Rain World meme i saw (i think i saw it even before i played the game, saved for inspo, then found it and was like OMG RAINWORL!!)

Also i should mention series of animations from mama boy about their OCs - slugbot, iterator consumed by the rot, other very, VERY unhinged iterator (honestly i love them) and sone other characters i guess. It's got plot and cool fighting scenes!!! Even tho it's all sketchy, animation is really smooth and nice to look at!! And episodes (they aren't exactly called like that but they are) come out quite often - for an animation.

Damn that's a long list. Didn't expect that. Of course i mentioned not all things i saw, only that are my faves. Okay that's all j think.

P.s. don't ask me to watch any MAPs, I'm still getting angry when i see any

(Reason: i was rejected from two, so now i hate all maps) (i know it's childish and stuff shut up i can't stop it) (same with zines)

[meggletoomanyfandoms]

Speak of the Devil- Chapter 1

(Not my gif!)

Human!Alastor x Fem!Reader

18+ only!!

Summary- She's a journalist out to catch wind of the notorious 'Night Killer' to get the big break she's dreamed of. Of course, that doesn't go as planned when she realizes it's harder to catch a killer then she once thought but.. Speak of the devil and he will undoubtedly appear.

Word Count- 2,262

TW- Swearing, alcohol, spouse abuse, potential kidnapping?

Author's note- Hi everyone! I am SO excited that the first chapter of my new fanfic is out! I have so many idea's for this one and I honestly cannot wait to see where it goes! I really hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1 

It was a rainy night, this one. She was running towards the building with a newspaper covering her head- trying her best to shield herself from it. She’d had enough of everyone; of her husband, of her boss, she was just really in need of a break and knew this was just the place she needed to be. The lights of the building shined brightly and when she walked in, she turned to look at the man at the counter and gave him a small nod to which he acknowledged. She tossed the now soaked newspaper into the trash bin and walked through one of the doors in the back of the building. The door led to a flight of stairs that she walked down, which then led to another door.

Behind that one she could hear the sound of jazz music playing and smiled as she pushed it open and walked to the bar where she sat down. 

“Still haven’t gotten any further in your investigation?” the bartender, who she knew as Teddy, asked her as he poured her a drink. 

“Do you have to ask?” she said, quickly taking the shot back and enjoying the feeling of the burn in her throat, “Bastard’s trail has run cold. And it’s as though when I think I might be getting even the smallest bit closer- nothing.” 

“You know..” Teddy said while pouring her another drink, “Maybe this is something you shouldn’t keep chasing? Seems awfully dangerous for a lady to get involved in something like this.” She rolled her eyes and took back the second shot, shaking her head a bit as the liquid warmed her chest. 

“I’m no fucking lady,” she said to him, “It’s bad enough that husband of mine is on my back and my boss-- and now you, Teddy?” The bartender simply smirked down at her.

“You know I believe in you, miss (y/n).. I just don’t want you getting hurt,” Teddy said to her as he poured her another shot. She nodded.

“I’ll be careful,” she said to him, “I just.. Teddy, I need this. This could be my one shot at makin’ it big! Imagine if I caught the notorious night killer? Me? I could leave my bastard of a husband, my bastard of a boss and hell, start my own company or anything!” She took back the third shot and slammed the glass down on the counter, “The point is, I could get the hell outta dodge and not look back!” 

“And I know that's what you want more than anything,” Teddy said as the music picked up in the background, “Just don’t get too involved. Remember, you’re only a journalist.” 

“That's fuckin’ right! And I’m gonna be the best goddamn journalist there is when I catch that killer,” She said as she got up from the bar. Teddy only sighed as he watched her go to the dance floor and begin to dance. 

She let the music guide her- let it twist around her and envelope her. That and the whiskey was her escape from the real world, from her failures. Here she could forget all about her investigation, about her boss that only wanted to see her fail and her husband that had left many holes in the walls of her home. Here she was free, and though she knew she’d regret it when she got home, she decided to make the most of her night and enjoy it.

She finally left the speakeasy a few hours later. She said her goodbye’s to Teddy who offered to take her home but of course she denied him. She made her way out the front door and began to make her way down the street. The rain had finally stopped thankfully, but there was now a slight chill to the air. And she was, most definitely and without a doubt, drunk. Who knows, maybe if she was lucky she’d run into the elusive night killer herself? And if she somehow survived the encounter with him, then she’d be able to write one hell of a report about him. She chuckled to herself, taking a moment to lean against one of the lampposts to steady herself. And that was when she heard it- footsteps coming up behind her. 

“Well well,” one of the voices called out with a whistle, “On your way home, missy?” She turned her head to see three men now standing around her and she could immediately tell their intentions were less than good. Shit. 

“Back off,” she spat at them, “Or my h-husband will..” The men stepped in further towards her, now enclosing her in the middle of them. 

“You should know it’s dangerous for a lady to walk these streets so late at night. Haps’ we should teach the little lady a lesson..” the one speaking reached out and grabbed the top of her arm, pulling her into him. He smelled of cigars and cheap booze and she felt her heart pick up. The world was spinning around her.

“Now now,” a voice from behind them spoke, “It’s quite obvious the lady is not taking kindly to your actions. I suggest you let her go before there’s trouble.” She couldn’t quite recognize the voice-- Teddy, maybe? She could feel her consciousness fading. 

“You should mind your own damn business before you get hurt,” the man holding her said, “This has nothin’ to do with you.” The mysterious man before them grinned; it was such a wicked, devilish grin that it immediately put fear in them. 

“S-Something’s not right here, boys..” the man tossed her to the ground and she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head as she hit the concrete. She could feel herself fading.

“My dear,” she felt the warmth as someone's arms wrapped around her and lifted her up, “My apologies…” And those are the last words she remembered hearing before she completely blacked out.

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Slowly, her eyes fluttered open. She was warm and comfy in bed but there was a sharp sting on the back of her head and when she reached up her hand, she felt.. Bandages? 

“Ah ah, I wouldn’t do that,” a man that she didn’t recognise said as he walked into the room, “You had quite the gash on your head. I suspect it’ll heal well but it will definitely leave a scar.” She immediately pulled the blankets up over her chest and realized she was in the same clothes she wore last night. Last night? Shit! 

“Who the fuck are you?” she spat, “ and where the hell am I? This isn’t my home!” The man gave her a small chuckle. 

“Now now,” he said, “My name’s Alastor and it’s quite a pleasure to be meeting you despite these.. Circumstances.”

“Circumstances? You literally fucking kidnapped me!” she screamed at him. 

“I saved you,” the man she now knew as Alastor said, “If I wasn’t there, who knows what would have happened-” 

“I was fine! I didn’t need to be saved!” 

“Oh you most definitely had everything under control, even despite the wound on your head,” he said with a devious grin, “It just so happened I was on my way home when I ran into you on the street.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. 

“Whatever,” she said as she threw the covers off of herself and stood up. But as soon as she did it was as though all the blood immediately rushed to her head and she stumbled, falling directly into Alastor’s arms as he caught her. 

“I need to go to work,” she said, “And my husband. Oh god what am I supposed to tell him-” she regained her balance and stood up straight. 

“Would you like my assistance?” Alastor said, “I wouldn’t give it a second thought to-” She was halfway out the door before he could even finish speaking. 

“I’m fine.” And those were the last words she spoke before she rushed out the door and onto the streets. 

Luckily, she recognized where she was and didn’t give that ‘Alastor’ a chance to follow her. She knew she looked a mess but whatever; her main concern now was getting to work and luckily it wasn’t too far of a walk to get there. She had some assignments due today and if she didn’t get them finished she knew her boss would be on her ass. And aside from that, she also had to come up with an excuse to give to her husband about why she didn’t return home that night. One thing at a time, though.. 

Upon making it to the building that housed her work, she found it to be in.. Utter chaos, as per usual. Her boss, Michael, was barking orders at the other workers and making demands that she knew were impossible to meet. 

“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” he barked, “What, think you had the courtesy of getting a day off?” She shook her head.

“No, sir,” she scrambled, picking up files and making her way to her desk, “Just running late.” He laughed a deep laugh that made her jolt. 

“Late? (y/n) the day’s almost over! I should fire you for this!” he said, slamming his hands down her desk and leaning over to speak to her, “You're lucky you have any sort of job to begin with! If not for Frankie-” at the mention of her husband’s name she turned her head and gave Michael a sweet smile, masking the fire that raged inside her.

“My apologies, sir,” she said to him, “I promise this won’t happen again.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever,” he said as he removed his hands from her desk, “Make sure it doesn’t happen again and get today’s work finished.” 

All this so-called ‘work’ he mentioned was simply going through and spell checking the other’s articles and things they had written for the paper so it didn’t take long. She, herself, had never had one of her own articles get published, and that was why she was so hell-bent on getting the word on the notorious serial killer that plagued the streets at night. She was tired of doing the grunt work, tired of being at the bottom of the command chain and was ready, no, more than ready, for something better. 

She finished her work for the day and finally was able to make her way back home where she dreaded so badly what awaited her. She knew her husband, Frank, was going to be pissed and that if she were lucky, the walls of her home would be the only thing to get hurt. Besides that, the back of her head from the previous night’s encounter still throbbed, and really she wanted nothing more than to go straight to bed. Soon as she opened the door to her home though, she knew that was the last thing that would be happening.

“Wanna explain to me where you were last night?” Franks voice immediately boomed as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

“Frankie my love,” she said to him, “I just got a bit side-tracked with work-” She heard him laugh darkly.

“You think I believe that shit? Micheal fucking called this morning and asked where you were!” he said, now standing directly in front of her with his arms folded over his chest. 

“I-It’s true,” she said, “I just left early and I guess I passed out somewhere, I’m so sor-” before she could finish speaking, the sound of glass shattering filled her ears and she saw that one of her vases was now cracked in the floor.

“You were with another man, weren’t you? You cheating bitch!” he screamed and you flinched. 

“I’m not a cheater,” she said to him, “In all our years together I’d never-” and with that, a loud smack echoed through the once silent house as she fell to the floor.

“Stop with the back talk,” he said, walking past her and opening up the front door, “And clean this shit up.” Slam.

And so she did. Despite the fact that she could feel her eye swelling and knowing she was going to have to explain her black eye to her boss in the morning, she cleaned up the mess her husband made. She made herself dinner and afterwards she decided, you know what? Fuck this. 

She went upstairs and showered, putting on her fanciest dress and headed out. She was exhausted but the last thing she wanted to do was stay in a place like that where she knew her husband could return to at any given moment. So back to the speakeasy she went. 

“He got you good this time, didn’t he?” Teddy asked, “First time I've seen you with a black eye in a while.” She rolled her eyes at the bartender.

“Guess it’s my fault for passing out on the street and waking up in a stranger's bed,” she said, lightly sipping on the drink he’d poured for her.

“Passing out?” Teddy asked, wide-eyed, “I knew I should have walked you home last night.” She only shrugged. 

“Lucky for me, I was saved by some guy that just happened to be at the right place at the right time,” she said, her attention getting caught by an unknown man sitting next to her.  “My my,” the man said, “It seems we’re destined to meet yet again.” She turned her attention back to Teddy and rolled her eyes. “Speak of the devil…”

[antiquatedsimmer]

( Hello Everyone! Been awhile, had to rebuild my entire world & find horrible bug fixes. But I'm so happy to make a post! I hope u enjoy.) Subtitles will be available under the cut

So glad to be able to play my favorite pixels again, even if just for a little. I had a ER visit recently so I'm mostly sleeping till my health is better.

Everything was ruined in the save corruption, I had to completely start over, I mean complete restart, an entire new EA folder.

I love everything and had to rebuild my entire save + replace all locations in other worlds + remake broken sims.

Took forever..... But! I Tried to catch everything up to speed with a diary entry since a lot of stuff was lost in corruption.

Thank you for reading!

SUBTITLES:

Dear Diary, 1908

I am utterly exhausted… The rain jus' won't quit, and the Mud puddles cling to my skirts, chilling my ankles while dampening the hems of my dresses.

I'm struggling to tend to the farm like ah oughta, since Ma and Pa need so much care. Everyday I thank the Lord for Josephine,

The only thing we've ever expected of her was to make Silas happy, She's never lived or worked on a farm in her whole life...yet. She's taken it upon herself to learn the skills so that I don't have to do all the work alone. Josie's clothes aren't particularly built for gardening and are more for a garden party but her heart is in the right place. 

Perhaps I can get her some proper work gloves and boots... I couldn't stop laughing when her heel got stuck in a mud puddle. 

I'll be honest...I didn't expect Josie to enjoy living here, I figured going from a comfortable lifestyle to a poor farmers wife would be tough for anyone.

Did you know her father liked to bet on horses? Sometimes I wonder what its like having so much money u can afford to throw it away. 

I'm happy Josie is Happy here but, there are times I think about what if we had that money. Would Mama and Papa be cured? I Don't know… At the very least I would be getting better help, Josie can only do so much.

Silas hasn't lifted a finger in regard to anything involving the farm in a long time. I remember how he would beg Papa to allow him to learn so he could improve the farm for us.

I'm confident all aspirations of that are gone.

Now, all I hear is money money money. I know I don't know much but I think money changes people. Josie keeps me updated on Silas since we hardly speak anymore, she tells me He's been promoted to factory overseer and hired as a inventor for her fathers company.

She says he has the 1st patents for some of his inventions, which makes me a little confused, Where's all the money? If true we could be providing better for our family!

I would be angry if my heart wasn't already heavy with worry. The thought of living without Mama or Papa… Josie is the only thing keepin' me steady.

Her and the never-ending things that need to be done.

I pray every day for a change. Please Lord.

Yours truly,

Lucile

[dr-spectre]

What other games (other than sonic and splatoon) do you like?

I shall show you some of my favourite games! Not a lot but some of them!

Ultimate Spider-Man is phenomenal. It's a short yet sweet game where you get to play as a really fluid feeling Spidey and a fucking awesome take on Venom. The first Venom mission is him EATING A CHILD AND FIGHTING WOLVERINE! THAT'S SO RAW!

The art style, THE MUSIC!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT THE MUSIC! IT'S SO GOOD! I mean sure there's a couple of missions that make me groan, but most of them? Oh my GODDDD!!!!! Top tier game design and boss design too. You cannot top the Spider-Man vs. Venom fight on top of the Trask building, with all that fire and rain my GOD! IT'S SOOOO COOL!!!!!

Ridge Racer Type 4... I'm gonna tell you to do something that will change your life.

Listen to 'Move Me' from the OST. Just listen to that single song and it will all come together on why this game is amazing. I am not gonna elaborate on the phenomenal gameplay, controls, track design, art style, etc, just listen to that song. PLEASE!

This game right here, top tier, a near flawless masterpiece in puzzle design. It's difficult yet fair and i only got stuck at the very end of the game where i feel like it's at it's weakest. Act 1 and act 2 of this game is nothing short of fantastic art direction, storytelling and mechanics. It even has J. K. Simmons bro. J. K. FUCKING SIMMONS! THE GOAT! THE LEGEND! If you don't know who that is i will actually punch you i swear to god....

And the final two songs?... That shit makes me CRY MY EYES OUT! WHY IS IT SO EMOTIONAL?! HOW IS IT SO EMOTIONAL! GAHHH I'M GONNA CRY ME A RIVER BRB!

Yeah... Yeah this? This is awesome. I was so impressed by it's visuals when i first played it, i was thinking to myself "how the hell is the ps4 rendering all this grass?!?" EVEN ON PS5 IT'S SO IMPRESSIVE! HOW CAN THAT CONSOLE RUN THIS GAME AT 60FPS?!?!? IT'S MAGIC I TELL YA!

The story of this game, holy shit the STORY! It's awesome. It's packed with intriguing character arcs, Jin Sakai, what a phenomenal protagonist.

The combat feels so fluid and brutal, the music is so atmospheric, the world is so dense and packed with so much detail. It's an awesome game.

And the final boss... The last 30 minutes... Don't even talk to me about it because I'm gonna start crying again.

I mean do i have to really say anything? Do i even need to add any sort of reason or explanation on why i like this game?

I haven't finished the Yakuza/Like a Dragon series and i got stuck at 3. The games are long and can be filled with a lot of cutscenes. But I'm telling you, this game? This game rocks and it's a god damn rollercoaster of fun, drama, insanity, etc.

I decided to save this one for last. Because this game means a lot to me and it's sequel too. I remember playing the re-release on Switch and i had to have a moment after just sitting around in the Comet Observatory, like i stopped playing and i had to cry for a solid 10 minutes. I'm not sure why i broke down randomly but i can figure out why. This game is the perfect encapsulation of my childhood and the sort of vibe i grew up in.

I had a Wii as a kid and so this game captures that sort of aesthetic and atmosphere that part of my life had. Playing this game, thinking about it, hearing the music, seeing the visuals... It makes me cry. It makes me sob. Space Junk Galaxy, the domes, Freezeflame galaxy, Honeyhive galaxy... Man...

The power of visual storytelling this game has is just... 100/10 for me.

And... Rosalina's storybook.

I'm actually crying so much looking at this. I'm actually breaking down right now as i type this. Just this single image is enough to destroy a man's soul. It is some of the most powerful pieces of art I've ever had the pleasure of viewing.

And i wanna end it off with this. The Garden. The final dome in the game.

This is just... I... Man...

I'm crying again.

Anyways, that's all!

[fromgoy2joy]

Hi! I have been off and on about my converion for a few years. My biggest road block is when I am asked by Rabbi’s or others “what is your reason for converting?”. My answers always seem off putting to the asker (jewish theology resonates with me, jewish ancestry, a love for jewish philosophy and torah principles). I wanted to ask how did you answer and navigate this question at the beginning of your journey?

hello hello! This is such a fascinating question that will merit a *long* response, so sit down, make yourself comfortable, get some tea etc. Sorry for making you wait, but I thought this would be a good post for me to reflect on on a Shabbat I can’t observe. (Family thingz and drama eek)

I entered the Jewish community in a somewhat unconventional way. As a college student, I decided to convert after years of thinking about it and a lifetime of longing for it.

I could go into a whole tangent about that, but short story. I’ve always felt pulled to Judaism and I always tried to fix myself into being a good Catholic girl. One of my earliest memories at 6 was being told to name my stuffed monkey after a saint and I chose Moses for her. Because I wanted her (and me) to be Jewish.

So after years of self torment, I entered college, pretty sure that I was going to convert but completely unknowing of how to start. But school started in September- it was all high holidays and that’s like bursting in on Christmas (not accurate portrayal but from a cultural Christian POV.) I kept on making excuses.

It was a little revelation I had to myself on a seemingly innocuous Friday night. That if if all religion is “disproven” tomorrow, I would still want to practice these traditions, and pass it down to my children. I would still want to be apart of this community and follow the philosophies.

That night was October 6th.

Then I woke up on October 7th and my world had completely shaken. I can’t even put the words into how I felt- it was as if I had blown out the candles of a birthday cake joyfully, unknowing of the darkness I was letting in.

I wept at the constantly playing news. I went to memorial services at local synagogues and struggled through (and got better at ) the Hebrew. I stopped all ham consumption and started to attempt at keeping kosher. And I started going to the Jewish life room provided by our university more and more often.

No one would be in there in the odd times I’d come in, but I started to read “Judaism for Dummies” on their somewhat uncomfortable couch. I was delighted to see that it was too simplistic for me, that there was so much I already knew. Then I moved on to the more complex books about Jewish literacy, philosophy and stories to get more well rounded. But that’s a hard place to start where I know about intense philosophical questions but not the Shema.

I really got involved in the community. I went constantly to shabbats, introduced myself to people around and met with leaders. I went to rabbis’ houses and played with their children. I got involved in advocacy. I walked to a minyan on a Friday night a mile off in the rain. I learnt prayers and butchered the pronunciation.

By the time I actually sat down with my converting rabbi, I’d been immersed in Jewish life for around 3 months.

So I covered bases with him- how I felt about Judaism, how I had learnt and practiced my faith in the limited time I had, but most of all how I had gone through hell and back with the Jewish people and how I never wanted to leave them.

(And then I got assigned 600 pages of reading. So success but at what cost? Just kidding just kidding!

My recommendation to you is- as much as you can- immerse yourself in Jewish community. Make it to prayer services. Help out. And if they ask the “who, what, why, where, when” on your conversion, you don’t have to over-explain. Just smile and say “oh it’s a long story, but this feels like home. “

Because that’s what Judaism is to me - and what it sounds like for you too. Home.

You’ll refine your answers to the other hard questions later. It sound like you already have those answers and your “why” .But making yourself at home here is what I’d (from my experience) recommend you focus on.

[raracha]

➩Voice Lines based off my fan fiction on Wattpad

➩ tw: none

➩ implied spoilers

➩ Dottore x Reader

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Voice Line

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HELLO

Hello! Uhmm.... Do you have any prior scheduled meeting with Dottore?

CHAT: RECEPTION DUTIES

Right now I wish I was doing more than sitting here, I do not have much reception duties. Who would want to visit Dottore anyway. The one's who visit are strictly here to do business. Like The Regrator talking about funds and all that jazz.

CHAT: AKADEMIYA DAYS

My days back then in the Akademiya were a bore. The only that got me going was my goal to seek the truth of this world. Know the forbidden knowledge that had taken over the Sumeru dessert long ago. Even if it had costed my life. But no need to pursue such a thing, no more. I already know something better than the forbidden knowledge that spread through in the past. That was the past. Isn't the present a bit more interesting, now.

WHEN IT RAINS

Hmm... The sounds of rains makes me feel at ease. That it makes me wanna play in the rain. But my sickness forbids me to do so. Also Zandik he has forbade me to do so many times.

WHEN IT SNOWS

Hmph! When has it not snowed in Snezhnaya! Such cold climate has gotten me many days stuck in bed, cold with a fever.

ABOUT [NAME]

Hah? You want to know more about me? I am no one of interest. Just your normal receptionist at Lord Dottores Headquarters.

SOMETHING TO SHARE

One time The 11th Harbinger had been bored to death and had dragged me to spar. Not knowing I have zero capabilities in the arts of any type of fighting. Dottore was 'quite' the upset not knowing my were abouts

(This voice line is inspired by "mrpenguinpants" on tumblr check them out they are the reason I started this fic)

INTERESTING THINGS

I find the unknown quite interesting. The things that Zandik had foretold me have been feeding my curiosity. I know a lot of things. Especially about that one traveller and its pet.

ABOUT ZANDIK/DOTTORE

I call him Dottore during work hours. He is not fond of other people knowing his name of the past.

ABOUT THE TSARITA

She is a Archon. That wishes for something unattainable but still is trying at the cost of ○○○

ABOUT PIERRO

Ah! He was the one to recruit my dear. He only tried to recruit Zandik but Zandik had told him we were a pair either I come and if not he also doesn't.

ABOUT CAPITANO

I don't know much about him. Only the stories from my love. But be wary of him.

ABOUT COLUMBINA

Dottore has foretold me many stories of the Harbingers. But I don't think I should be sharing stuff about The Damslette. You are warned. Try not to cross her.

ABOUT SANDRONE

A very uh... How do i describe her a very creepy lady. The way she smiles has a very hollow feel to it, and that machine that always seems to accompany her. She too is always engrossed in her research like Dottore

ABOUT ARLECCHINO

I would call her a very fierce Lady. Managing an orphanage home is quite the hard work the children there are future Fatui soldiers.

ABOUT SCARMOUCHE

Who?

ABOUT SIGNORA

Her passing was a tragic day for The Fatui. She was back then known as the Crimson Witch before joining the Fatui.

ABOUT PULCINELLA

With how small he is you would think how can such a dwarf like him harm you. I wouldn't cross him if you have a family here in Snezhnaya. I don't, so I wouldn't care.

ABOUT CHILDE

Always looking for a challenge, but none of the other harbingers would spar with him. He admires The Captain giving him that look of admiration.

ABOUT THE TRAVELLER AND THE PET

The time they had arrived, they created many set backs to the Fatui's plans. Dottore is not fond of an outsider, a additional piece to the board.

ABOUT DILUC

Not yet unlocked ⌫

ABOUT LISA

Not yet unlocked ⌫

ABOUT COLLEI

Not yet unlocked  ⌫

ABOUT JEAN

Not yet unlocked  ⌫

ABOUT KAEYA

Not yet unlocked  ⌫

[NAME]'S TROUBLE

I am bored to death. I am only ever not bored when with my lover, which is not all the time. I have stopped researching due to my constitution getting ever more weaker because of the cold climate of Snezhnaya.

[NAME]'S HOBBIES

Listening to gossip is one thing. You hear lots of things from just sitting around at the reception table. It is mostly fatuus elbowing each other to who will report to Dottore.

FAVORITE FOOD

Hmm... Let me think. I think I like almost any food except for vegetables.

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD

I had stated previously vegetables. Especially the green colored ones. I just have a random hatred for those. I still eat them as Zandik insists that it is good for my health. Health my ass

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𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗 : Jan 22 2023

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[diskmess]

The Breeders - Pod

I’m going to have to be honest about some pieces of myself that are not endearing. This is going to take some time. A long time. I know you can’t wait forever. None of us can. For now, let’s start with two recent occurrences:

I forgot a close friend’s birthday. I have crunched some numbers and determined that there are approximately three hundred and twenty-one adequate excuses I could give you, but they do not interest you now, and they will not interest you tomorrow or in two weeks, and one hundred moons after my last bone becomes indistinguishable from the planet’s crust you will no longer have the faculties to care. I forgot. That’s it.

When I heard of Steve Albini’s sudden passing, I immediately looked up his discography. I pointed at all the albums I knew and failed to take note of the ones I didn’t. Pictured below is one of the albums I pointed at. 

THE DISCOVERY:

I’d been seeing the same vinyl of The Breeders’ debut album at one of my local record stores for three consecutive weeks. I’d appreciate its largeness and jaw-flooring low price for about as many seconds as it cost dollars. Then, I would say something terrible:

“Next time, if it’s still here.”

When I forgot my friend’s birthday, I realized I needed to buy that record. I knew she didn’t have it. I even had a dream about giving it to her: bowing myself in half, head down in deep apology, I presented the record like cartoon butlers present fine cuisine. Surely, it was a prophetic dream. I rushed out there one bleak Monday before work. I got there an hour before they opened. I needed to kill time. I puttered my dying car over to the nearby Wal-Mart, which ended up taking half an hour due to a malfunctioning traffic light. I listened to The Breeders’ Pod while inching forward every thirty seconds or so. 

I escaped Car Jail and looked at bad DVD covers for about twenty minutes. I had my legs carry me back to the parking lot, shuffling my mass underneath the uneven rays of an indecisive sun. It rained. The sun beamed. It rained. The man parked in front of me stared me down as I killed time by filling it with my phone. I tried not to see him.

When I arrived at the record store, the record was gone. 

THE EXPLORATION:

(and that’s hot — )

Most of my days are spent roasting in boxes. I drive dangerously close to half-asleep in a large red oven. My ass plasters itself to the seat. Fans blast barely conditioned air into my twitching eyelids. When I roll down the windows, I can almost stop myself from becoming a sweat factory. When I roll down the windows I make myself vulnerable to 100,000 small imaginary knives, pointing in at me from all the Out There’s commotion. I turn up the radio so I can hear it over the air whooshing. The radio announcer speaks: 

Yesterday, at age sixty-one, we lost Steve Albini. A new Shellac record is set to release in just over a week — he was not planning to die.

I get something down on my chest. 

They play three songs he produced and I’m staring out at the parking lot. Time, which never stops moving, is something we are tasked with filling. Once it is filled, it passes. I have never witnessed something so harrowing as a totally empty hour, thank God, but I know I’ve gotten close. Some days I am dragged along an energetic river full of places and memories. Without even a single thought I am washed over many would-be destinations whose towering landmarks turn to fractions of particles of dust. Other days, I direct its flow:  

“still rolling in the stones run to the log that's rotten and — “

Someday, on a day like any other day, that’ll be it. I will be filling time by making plans to fill some other time with some kind of Goodness. I won’t be thinking about it. And that’ll be it — where I lay, everything I ever gave the gift of motion will be hung upon the world. When it hangs, anyone can choose to bear it. I always choose to bear it on those days where I direct the river’s flow, and I always wake up screaming when the bumps of some beautiful place disturb my lifelong car nap. I catch it blurry in the rearview and start pounding the windows. Oh! Oh God turn around, what was that, what happened, why didn’t you tell me, how could I have been sleeping, where are we going,

And that’s it. Next time, pour water on me ‘til I live again: I promise I won’t forget. Slash my tires if I forget. Make me stay right Here. Make me sponge up every piece of every place I’ve ever passed and make me give it back to the world while the river still drags me along. Let me use its flow to carry these pieces to elsewhere and some other time. Don’t let me be dragged along until That’s It. Don’t let me drop everything there.

[ghooostbaby]

Rules: tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better!

ooh thank you for tagging me @baiwu-jinji :) :) that edge of the sea book sounds really interesting!

Last song: I put on a playlist of Grouper songs because it started raining hard and I needed something soft & dark to go with the ambience haha. apparently the song being played right now is called “She Loves Me That Way”

Currently Watching: Till the End of the Moon officially but it’s so emotionally intense I take frequent breaks with other things, today I was rewatching No Doubt In Us because it’s so sweet and easy

Currently reading: hmmm actually actually read, or books that I really absolutely definitely have decided I want to start reading Very Soon and have strategically placed it in a pile in a high traffic area of my home, or theory/philosophy books I read a few pages of every few months for the last few years, or (probably danmei) novels that I read a chunk of several months ago and will read more but I just haven’t felt like it yet? because there are dozens of those :P ... actively finishing The Drawing Book by Tania Kovats, various mxtx novel fan fictions or akiangel chainsaw man fan fictions. constantly reading he xuan fan fic ! i just finished vol 2 of the manga Blissful Land, 18th century tibet-based slice of life, (a french translation I got to practice french). I have also been reading in abrupt starts and stops It Was Vulgar and It Was Beautiful, a book about ACT UP and how they used art in their activism in the AIDS crisis.

Current obsession: does this just mean an enthusiastic interest in a topic or something that is consuming you body and soul that you can't escape as much as you would like to while your proverbial wife and children cry themselves to sleep alone at night? tv and movies and music generally is the obsession that devours me, but oddly enough i have been somehow pretty balanced and chill about things lately ... i'm not even gripped with a fervour for he xuan meta as much. i AM often thinking/fantasizing about abandoning living in a city and for a life in the mythical countryside. reading/watching a lot of things about neurodivergence, adhd, trauma, climate change, social activism movements. past obsessions that don't feel as intense i still hold close to my heart: he xuan, the ocean, neanderthals, ancient cave paintings. uhh, coffee. i started taking a ceramics class and it's been really cool, I remember when i was deeply obsessed with the lascaux cave paintings how excited i was by how the drawings seemed so dynamic by how they sat on the three-dimensional and inconsistent surface of the cave in the lumps and hollows of the rock and I couldn't think of anything in the modern world in art in galleries where that was possible and felt this intense nostalgia for 30 000 years ago, but the other day i was like adfjladsjfadlskjf CLAY IS IT! and was getting excited about making a piece like the interior of a cave and drawing on it ... maybe it's a spark of a new obsession

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ok now is the hard part. i am talkative but SHY!! there is a very small handful of mutuals who say things to me and feels very intense to tag any of the majority of my mutuals who appear in my notes often silently reblogging/liking my posts (as i do the same). i'm going to scroll my dash and when i see an avatar i have good associations with gonna tag you... sorry in advance for perceiving you. please ignore me if you want!

@unfotp​ @muigiel​ @trainstationsparrow @redheadedsidhe @yeyayeya @pretty-dianxia @twinkfvcker @lolitalarva @sparklemotioneer

[samaraxmorgan]

It's time for another yap session my friend ✨\( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )/ ✨

I noticed in my last ask not even an hour ago when I'm writing this, you mentioned trying to figure out how to incorporate BJ (Brat Jr.) into the series and still have them be a standalone so I have a solution, (I think)

Ok so drabble or standalone would start out with a little summery of how we got the fish as a gift from Sukuna and now we both co-parent the fish and then it starts with us having a habit of talking to the fish when Sukuna wasn't home or something and then once we hear his motorcycle pulling up we stop and busy ourselves with something else or something.

Another Idea I had was what if we play rain world (Wonderful game I recommend if you enjoy pain and dying) or We play a pretty niche video game (of your choice) and we love the lore of this game and Sukuna learns the lore and asks us about it just so he can hear us talk and smile at him.

I told myself I would stop yapping to you, but the idea's just keep flowing, I also think you're really cool and stuff ✨\( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )/ ✨

Ps. if you want more ideas or ever run out, I am here, HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY/NIGHT :DDD

AAAAA HELLO AGAINNNNN!!!!!

My only thing is I don’t wanna spoil the ending of that part for anyone who hasn’t read it yet :( BUT I was thinkin’ about maybe throwing in some little thing where one of them calls him BJ and the other says like “you’ve GOTTA stop calling our fish that I keep thinking you’re talking about blowjobs” or something ASMAMAMAK or maybe have one of them toss something in the living room and it lands in the tank D: so they’re scrambling to get whatever they threw out (maybe trying to remedy the situation quickly before the other person comes downstairs and catches them)

I’ve never played rim world!! I don’t like pain and death tho so I probably wouldn’t be a fan SKSKSKSMMSM BUT maybe I’ll watch someone else play it!!! And omg so like, I personally am a huge five nights at Freddy’s fan who’s knows ALLL the lore and the idea of sitting him down and trying to explain it is sO AMSSMSMSM OH HE’D BE SO SICK OF ME!!! But omg the idea of him doing some research on it so when I go off about it and he can be like “🤓☝️well ACTUALLY-“ and correct me ASKSSMAM THATS SO FUNNY

But also your idea of him NOT using his lore powers for bullshittery and just liking hearing us gush about our favorite game is SO CUUUUTEEE AAAAA!!!!! I bet he would try and be SOOO casual about bringing it up and trying not to give away that he actually looked into a game we like just to make us happy (but then also dude why the fuck are you asking me about Tom Nook since when did YOU play animal crossing sir???)

I don’t know if I would write it but I love the idea of us playing like smash bros against him and he’s whooping our ASS while just nonchalantly talking about the game that the character he’s playing is from askaknwna like he’s a secret NERD!! I mentioned a little bit about him playing Elden Ring bc I feel like he’d rip that game to SHREDS with no problem

You’re SO SWEET!!!! Also you should totally try writing!!! I was so nervous to start but I had so many IDEAS and it’s super fun!! If u don’t write already maybe you should give it a shot and see if you like it :)

[popentertainment-moviereviews]

ALIEN: ROMULUS (2024)

Starring Cailee Spaeny, David Jonsson, Archie Renaux, Isabela Merced, Spike Fearn, Aileen Wu, Soma Simon, Bence Okeke, Viktor Orizu, Robert Bobroczkyi, Trevor Newlin and the voice of Annemarie Griggs.

Screenplay by Fede Álvarez & Rodo Sayagues.

Directed by Fede Álvarez.

Distributed by 20th Century Studios. 119 minutes. Rated R.

There have been nine Alien-based movies in the 45 years since the 1979 classic space horror film. (That is, if you are counting the two super-silly Alien vs. Predator movies, which I am.) That’s coming up on an average of a movie every five years for over four decades. The problem is that only the first film is a bonafide classic, and only the first sequel Aliens is also an above-average film. Since Aliens came out in 1986, that’s over 30 years of Alien movies which have essentially been sort of a disappointment.

In fairness, the Alien series has fallen apart simply because they were trying to change things up too much – advance the mythology of the creatures and build a world where they could exist. However, unless you are an absolute fanboy of the series, it all kind of got boring. (As much as I respect the original Alien, I would have been perfectly content if they finished the story there, or at the very least after Aliens.)

Thus, to me, there is really very little reason for Alien: Romulus to exist. It’s not exactly a good film, although it is one of the better Alien movies. However, it is simply fan service, some rather blah characters and a rather uninteresting storyline tossed in the midst of a gaggle of frothing aliens. Alien: Romulus feels more like you are watching someone play an Alien themed video game than experiencing an actual storyline, and yet this constant sense of motion does keep it exciting and scary.

Interestingly, unlike most of the other sequels, it stops trying to do something new and just goes back to the vibe of the original, with the volume and pace turned up to eleven. It’s actually because of this lack of ambition that Romulus kind of works. Alien: Romulus is like watching a tribute band cranking out energetic, if slightly detached, versions of a classic band’s greatest hits. It’s not seeing the real thing, but it’s a mostly pretty fun simulation.

Alien: Romulus takes place sometime between the first two films in the timeline of the series. It revolves around six miners on a permanently dark, dystopian planet whose lives are made miserable by the infamous Weyland-Yutani Corporation – which exploits their labor and holds them down and squashes their basic humanity (although one of them is a humanoid robot).

The leader of the group is Rain (Cailee Spaeny), a miner who felt she had earned her freedom only to have the corporation snatch it away from her, blithely doubling the time needed to be spent working to leave the planet. She has a robot friend Andy (David Jonsson), who seems almost like an autistic child, but he has become like a brother to Rain. The other characters are Rain’s boyfriend Tyler (Archie Renaux), Tyler’s pregnant sister Kay (Isabela Merced), their cousin Bjorn (Spike Fearn) and Bjorn's girlfriend Navarro (Aileen Wu).

They decide to try to hijack a giant old spaceship which is hovering well above their world. They think they can commandeer the vessel and fly it away to a distant colony where they could be free. This idea would have to work, right? Because there is no bad reason why the corporation would just leave some massive piece of technology just floating like a cosmic ghost town. And it certainly wouldn’t be full of aliens, right?

With the exception of Spaeny and Jonsson’s characters, the people here are pretty one-dimensional alien bait. Spaeny comes as close to a Ripley (Sigourney Weaver’s character in the first episodes) type of hero as there is in the film, even though she looks like she’s about 14 years old. Jonsson’s conflicted android character is also inherently fascinating, although when his programming is changed to make him more of a corporate stooge, he becomes less intriguing as a character.

Honestly, the creepiest part of Alien: Romulus – and not in a good way – was the appearance of an AI-generated version of late actor Ian Holm in his android character from the original film. (Although the android was named Ash in Alien and Rook here, so maybe he’s just supposed to be just playing the same model of robots.) I suppose that it’s technically impressive that they could make a major supporting character using an actor who died in 2020, but honestly it always looked and sounded kind of fake and lifeless. (Granted, he is playing a robot.) I hope this isn’t the wave of the future unless the technology is greatly improved. Honestly, even if they figure out how to do it perfectly, it feels morally and artistically wrong, and honestly kind of ghoulish.

And, honestly, the climax references more from Promethius (the fifth film in the series) than the first two films, and that is a disappointing choice for the filmmakers. However, on the most basic level, Alien: Romulus does work – as a revved-up nostalgic funhouse version of the thrill ride of the first two Alien films. So, like I said, while there is no real reason for Alien: Romulus to exist other than greed, it does a pretty decent job of putting together a bright, shiny story stoking the hardcore fans, which is better than the last several entries in the series can say.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2024 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: August 16, 2024.

[elsa-rain-world-stuff]

What got you into rainworld?

OHHOHHHOHOHOHOHO

It's been 2020, middle of autumn, i tired from playing same 3 games on repeat (hollow knight, sundered and undertale (? i'm not sure)) and looked in my steam library, in search for something i haven't played. I had i think 3 games i bought and never played, and Rain World was one of them. I had no fucking clue what is this game, i didn't even remember how i got it (i got it same year spring with 80% off, as my purchase history says). So i downloaded it and jumped right into, without watching any trailers or rewievs.

It was... something. I didn't expect anything, but i was surprised anyway. I had no idea you could pick different character, i didn't know you supposed to play as white slugcat, so i started as Monk.

First thing that surprised me is how HEAVY slugcat felt. Compare to Hollow Kinght where you can jump 10 times your height... yeahh. And second thing - controls, which i changed immediately, because i ain't playing on arrows! ALSO at the beginning i had a thought for a moment that maybe i'll get some upgrades, but even then i felt like it's not gonna happen

And after that i lost track of time. And when i woke up, it was 5 am and i was in shoreline. Then i was stuck in the first room of subterranean with centipedes killing me all the fucking time and i thought that i can't go back through the gates lol

I also remember miros birds breaking my overseer in meme crypts and how i thought that it was gone forever

This is my very first rain world screenshot (i didn't understand what to do with this flower and overseer seemed to point on it (at least it what i thought)

under cut there's a tonn of screenshots and some of messeges with my friend while i was playing. I had a friend, who helped me in the beginning. They played just a bit, but knew a lot about the game

october 10, 2020

Elsa Fogen 22:57 : Oh you can store food for the next day to spend all the time for exploration, neat Elsa Fogen 23:02 : So i was grabbed by that thing, that pretended to be a pole, but i managed to escape and it grabbed a lizard instead october 11, 2020 Elsa Fogen 6:57 : Fuuck, it's 5 am and i've been playing Rain all this time [Friend name here] 6:29 : How did you... Elsa Fogen 6:29 : I'm in the location with green wamter Elsa Fogen 6:31 : I was fucking flooded 3 times Elsa Fogen 16:13 : I'm fucking tired of these monkies They don't let me go through Fuckers

october 12, 2020

Elsa Fogen 18:11 : AAAAAAAAAAAHH FUCKING ELECTRICAL CENTIPEDES, I HATE YOU SO MUCH Elsa Fogen 18:14 : just fucking look how many times i died in the same room because of these fucking creatures

[Friend name here] 18:15 : Oh. Which location this is? Elsa Fogen 18:24 : trins where [Friend name here] 18:25 : no fucking way... Wait. WHY ARE YOU GOING THERE IT'S TOO EARLY Or wait. You have already been at Five Pebbles?!?! Elsa Fogen 18:27 : where???? I can't go back anyway......... [Friend name here] 18:27 : fuck... it's too early to go there/ Too early. Why can't you return? Elsa Fogen 18:33 : door was closed................... okay i get it all over again [Friend name here] 18:34 : nononno NO NO NO!!!! WAIT FUCK STOP WAIT WAAAAAAAIT DON'T RESTART LOTUS MOTHERFUCKER (lotus was kinda my roleplay nickname lol) DON'T YOU DARE Elsa Fogen 18:37 : wha how then [Friend name here] 18:34 : You talking about gates with karma? Elsa Fogen 18:38 : yes [Friend name here] 18:38 : Fuf... there... look. So you went through. You sleep one time. And you can go once again. Elsa Fogen 18:38 : 🤔

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Elsa Fogen 18:53 : Should i look for this thing?

Elsa Fogen 19:54 : What should i do here?

[Friend name here] 20:03 : GO TO SLEEP THEN YOU GO THROUGH HORRIBLE LOCATION TO THE WORSE Don't touch the flies Elsa Fogen 20:23 : And what if i touched them Elsa Fogen 21:43 : Damn it's so dark here

Elsa Fogen 21:54 : Damn there creepy creatures mechanical Elsa Fogen 22:40 : FUCK I SAW AN ART WHERE BROKEN VESSEL HAD THIS FUCKING BLACK-BLUE THING IN THE HEAD

[Friend name here] 23:01 : btw, you're ahead of me xD I just... i need to recover my nerves Elsa Fogen 23:05 : btw this thing that leads you can it be killed? [Friend name here] 23:05 : Yes. Elsa Fogen 23:05 : Fuck) I think mine was killed Elsa Fogen 23:10 : So what should i do if my thing was killed...... Elsa Fogen 23:15 : Are these things dangerous?

Elsa Fogen 23:24 : What a creepy fuckig thing

but it's neat i love their design so much i saw same things in the location with pile of monkies these fucking things annlyed me so much there was a lake and two of these fuckers lived there Elsa Fogen 23:56 : Fuck, can i kill this thing? It's sitting there and that's it............

[Friend name here] 23:56 : You can but.... MANY SPEARS. VERY MUCH. Elsa Fogen 23:59 : OMG OVERSEER, MY SUNSHINE

october 13, 2020

Elsa Fogen 00:00 : OH YES I MADE IT TO THE NEST [shelter] And i understood why the fuck these things for [grapple worms] Elsa Fogen 00:23 : THERE'S 3 OF THEM

Elsa Fogen 00:28 : That's what i call TOTAL FUCK UP

Elsa Fogen 00:31 : i lived Elsa Fogen 00:31 : is that a fucking infection

Elsa Fogen 01:03 : i n f e c t i o n

Elsa Fogen 01:23 : fUCK

Elsa Fogen 01:28 : ....how many spears i need to kill this you say?

[Friend name here] 01:28 : More than 10. :) Elsa Fogen 01:29 : too loose a concept "more than 10" more than 10 can be and 11 and 100 well, two already there ahaha....... [Friend name here] 01:28 : Well.... Hm...... Not 11... Well maybe 20 or more. Elsa Fogen 01:30 : now this sounds as threat of avengers level [Friend name here] 01:30 : One moment. I'll look up their hp. Ha.... Ha.... 200 hp.... Elsa Fogen 01:34 : ................... and how much damage spear does?? [Friend name here] 01:36 : ... [RW wiki screenshot saying how much damage deals every slugcat per spear throw] Elsa Fogen 01:34 : *HYSTERICAL LAUGH* okay i died already around ten times BY JUST FALLING IN THE FUCKING PIT

Elsa Fogen 01:34 : infected snot

Elsa Fogen 01:34 : f UCK i found the door, but it needs the highest karma AND I'M WITH THE LOWEST BECAUSE OF ALL THOSE DEATHS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK Elsa Fogen 02:19 : FINALLY FINALLY YES I WENT FURTHER OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M SO TIRED OF THIS PIT Elsa Fogen 02:21 : WAIT WHAT WHERE DID I FLY

IS IT BECAUSE I ATE TOO MUCH INFECTION? [Friend name here] 02:22 : Well it's... It's... If short, there's troubles with gravitation and... THERE'S MANY DADDY LONG LEGS ON THE WAY But first you have to bring around 4 flies to Moon)))) YES YES YOU'LL HAVE TO GO BACK BRING 2 FOR NOW There will be more further Elsa Fogen 02:25 : ah. these?

Elsa Fogen 21:11 : fuck this shit....

[Friend name here] 21:12 : ))))))) YOU'LL HAVE TO))))) Elsa Fogen 21:12 : no i'm leaving ahupzhvalvva [Friend name here] 21:12 : YEEEEES)))) YOU NEED THIS TO COMPLETE THE GAME By the way Moon quest is not necessary Elsa Fogen 21:14 : thank god

october 16, 2020

Elsa Fogen 20:59 : these fucking tentacles discourage all desire to play rain 🙁

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[pbandjesse]

Today was a mixed bag. I am writing this at 6 because I am just so tired. And want to be able to just not think anymore.

I slept okay last night. James slept hitting me with their knees which was annoying but not the worst thing. My new pillow is great. My neck didn't hurt or anything.

But I did not want to be up. I was really upset about having to go to work. I didn't even feel that bad. But I did feel exhausted and full of cement and just so afraid of feeling bad.

James made me blueberry pancakes though and that was so sweet of them. I love them so very much. They tried to cheer me up. But it was a struggle.

It was very wet out in the world. And it would just stay that way all day.

When I got to camp I would walk down to the office to get my rain coat. And would chat with Sarah about the fall and field trips and rentals and such. And would head back to arts and crafts to figure out how to change the project for the day.

I just could not do plaster today. I couldn't do it. Everything was to wet. And I was just not feeling good and couldn't do it. So it would be a choice day!

I would give everyone the choice of clay, painting, or bracelets. And honestly it worked out pretty well. Like it was not great but everyone seemed happy.

I would eat my pancakes and thankfully eating today wasn't as bad. It wasn't perfect but I was able to eat a more normal diet. And that was good. I think it gave me just a little bit of energy to get through the day.

My first group was 20 minutes late and that was frustrating. I was already considering going to talk to Alexi about going home. But I would stick it out. And my first group was tough. Just not listening to instructions. Specifically at clean up. But they weren't with me to long.

And my second group was nicer. Mariana and Blanche are both really good counselors and I enjoy their company. Mariana would tell me about how she bought a memorial brick at the BMI but never heard about it after she paid for it! So I promised to get to the bottom of it. And would let James know and James would look into it. And would contact her. It is crazy how much for dropped by the woman who did the job before James and Jesse. Not me, boy Jesse. Between the two of them they get so much done that has just been out to the side. I really hope they can solve this.

I would lay in my car over lunch. Drank a yogurt. Tired to feel okay. Did not feel okay. I didn't that's my car blanket so I just laid under my hoodie but it wasn't perfect but laying down was something. But I felt terrible.

So I went to talk to Alexi. To let her know how bad I felt. And she gave me some encouragement and also let me know that if I cannot do it she would support me going home. That I need to take care of myself first. And I know she's right but I am so bad about feeling like the world will stop running if I go home. If I take a break. I know how stupid that is but I always do that and hurt my own heart.

So I promised to let her know if I needed to tap out. And went back to the art building to make it through the day.

My day camp groups were nice. We did clay and small wooden disk painting. They were nice and understanding. It was weird having everyone work inside on the picnic table but everything was soaking wet and muddy outside and I just couldn't deal. So we were inside where it was dry. It was also loud from the rain on the tin roof but at least we were comfortable.

My last group was stockade. And it was fun hanging out with them. Celia would come to visit and it was nice to see her. I told her about not feeling good and she was very gentle with me and I appreciated it a lot. She went to go see the animals down in nature while I hung out with Jorge and worked on my knitting.

Jorge worked on figuring out how to play the tongue drum I have. He can play happy birthday now. And it was just nice chatting. The boys were really nice.

And Celia would come back and we all hung out until it was time to go. The boys struggled to clean up their mess (putting the bead boxes away) but we got it sorted and put away.

Me and Celia sat and talked for a bit. And because I didn't feel to bad anymore I was like what if we went to the Dutch market? And so we would both get on our own cars to go meet there.

And I'm glad we did that. I didn't think we were going to be able to hang it because I have been falling apart so hardcore. But I had fun. I got a pretzel. And then a grilled cheese. She got mozzarella sticks. And we both got a half pound of fudge. She got peanut butter chocolate and dark chocolate sea salt caramel. And I got the dark chocolate one too and also one called tiger butter. Which is vanilla with peanut butter swirls. It was fun walking around.

But it was time to go before I did fall apart. And of course there would be traffic. So I gave Celia a hug in the parking lot. And headed home.

I would get back here at 515. James has been watching my little dot on the map and came outside when I got home. I was really happy to see them. They would walk me inside but then went to do their podcast with their friends. And I went to take a bath.

I brought Crabcake upstairs to walk around the bathroom and then the bedroom. Just some exercise. And I took an excellent bath and felt a lot better after. But now I am just really really tired.

Sweetp is cuddling with me and it is really nice. He's very warm. I am going to turn my brain off now. I will make it though tomorrow and evening will be okay. I love you all. I hope you all have a great night and take care of yourself. Until next time