#i have this deadline in my head that i'm definitely not going to meet though. no one expects anything from me.

[midcarder]

partially mad at myself for not making nano/camp goals within the last year, also need to be mindful that i'm trying to write a whole new story while revising and editing a different story so maybe it's FINE.

[yangfleurs]

midnight mistakes.

summary: in which you accidentally delete something on chan’s laptop and he does not take it well.

genre: ANGST

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your favorite part of the week was sunday evening. your boyfriend was going to pick up dinner, you had just gotten out of the shower freshly waxed and washed, and now you were lounging around in chan’s hoodie on the living room searching for something for you to watch while you waited for chan to come home.

you mindlessly scrolled through netflix in a daze until you heard your phone ping. you grabbed it off of the coffee table and immediately, your heart sank. it was a notification informing you your final paper was due at 9 p.m.—10 minutes from now. you knew you definitely finished it, but you must've forgotten to turn it in. you sprung off of the couch and ran into your bedroom, rummaging through your backpack to find your laptop. you found it easily—turning it on, however? the ancient relic you called a laptop was definitely dead, and you didn’t have the time to wait around, especially since you still had to make edits before turning it in. you groaned in frustration, chucking the laptop back into your bag before shooting up and making a bee line for chan’s laptop. surely your angel of a boyfriend would understand, right?

chan’s laptop whirred and turned on in no time. you quickly typed in his password and held your breath as it unlocked. you ignored the tabs chan had open and immediately went to work, logging in and editing at lightning speed. your fingers cramped and hurt but you paid it no mind, continuing to rapidly proofread your work before finally turning it, just a minute before time was over. you were proud of yourself, patting yourself on the back for being able to make a deadline with only a ten-minute notice.

breathing out and stretching your back, you groaned and crossed out the window, only realizing after the fact that you had closed the tabs chan had had opened. you gulped nervously, hoping you didn't close anything important. chan wasn't the type to leave anything unsaved open anyways. you convince yourself to feel secure in the excuse, ignoring your anxiety and wandering back to the living room couch. you resumed your mindless netflix scrolling, settling on a show chan had recommended you caught up on so you could watch it together. you turned the show on and got comfy, knowing you had hours of binging ahead of you until chan got home.

but before that, you found yourself knocked out on the sofa some time between the third and fourth episode you managed to watch. you yawned, being woken up abruptly by the beeping sound of someone entering the door code. you lazily pushed the hair out of your face and got up to meet your boyfriend at the door.

he smiled tiredly as you appeared in front of him, opening his arms to invite you to a warm hug. you stumbled into him immediately, breathing in and relaxing against him. he pulled you in to his embrace tightly, humming contently before kissing the top of your head.

"were you sleeping, baby? it's only 11, though?" he mumbled into the hug.

"not a fan of that show you wanted to watch together," you yawned, making him laugh, "why are you home so early, though? wasn't expecting you for another couple hours." you questioned, rubbing your eyes and pulling away from him to look him in the eyes.

"I have some work to do at home," he said, "and I missed you, obviously." he chuckled sheepishly as he hung his jacket up on the coat hanger. "oh, do you know where my laptop is? I'm gonna need that."

"bedroom. I-I used it by the way, mine was dead, hope you don't mind." you chuckled nervously. you hated using things without asking first, and especially with things that were as important to the owner like chan's laptop was to him. and the way his face grew impossibly paler at your mention of using his laptop only made you even more anxious.

"n-no of course I don't, but you didn't close any of my tabs...right? you couldn't have, right?" he questioned hopefully, rushing to the bedroom with you hot on his trail. you felt like screaming, crying---anything that would lessen the pit of guilt growing in your chest. your breath was shaky as you stayed quiet.

"chan, I'm so sorry. It was an honest mistake, I swear." you whispered, feeling small and useless. even if it was an honest mistake, you knew it was a big one by the look of sheer panic and devastation rippling across chan's face.

"no no no no, y/n, no! this is due in a week, I spent months on those tracks! so many sleepless nights, and for what? I don't even have anything to show for it!" he yelled in frustration, discarding his laptop by tossing it onto the bed and away from him so he wouldn't break the thing.

"I'm so so sorry." you squeaked, not knowing what else to say. tears welled in your eyes and you flinched as chan groaned angrily and dropped his face into his hands.

"just leave please. I can't look at you right now." he said solemnly.

"w-what?"

"get. out." he gritted his teeth and squeezed his fists before releasing his breath.

"chris, it's so late, where do you expect me to go?" you asked meekly, suddenly feeling incredibly small in the face of his anger.

"y/n, please. I already have so much more on my plate now thanks to you, and you being here is only reminding me of how we got to this point and it's pissing me off more. so please," he turned to face you and spat with a pained look in his eyes, "leave. now." he rubbed his face and turned his back to you.

"I understand you're angry and need space. but if you're really telling me to leave our apartment this late at night just because you're angry," you gulped and took a deep breath to prepare your own heart for the next words you were about to say, "don't expect me to come back." your voice cracked. you waited for chan to turn around and stop you, but he only turned to his side to grab the headphones sitting on the desk next to him. it felt like he'd just abandoned you in that moment, leaving you with no choice but to keep your word.

you didn't think twice, turning to leave, not even bothering to grab your things or even a jacket, running out of your apartment building before finally letting yourself cry. the fresh spring rain came down sprinkling around you, making you shiver and leaving your skin uncomfortably sticky and wet. you walked quickly to the only place you knew you could go right now as midnight approached, not once turning back to see if chan had followed you out, knowing in your heart that when he sat down to work, nothing could distract him. not even his girlfriend---his partner and best friend---walking out on him.

pt. 2 coming soon!

[visionofhope04]

Here for the angst of neglected batsis, imagine or hc them of moving out if the house when they are 18 and let's say they meet some spirit and they have their memory wiped and transfer to the marvel universe to restart their life and more happy, then the dc/marvel merge together because of a big threat and batfam sees batsis is heavily pregnant and married to our favorite deadpool charater Colossus?

How would they reached if batsis just can't remember them and keeps on telling them they have the wrong person?

I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. Guess who's back!! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I haven't had the motivation to write until recently. Also OOC warning bc I don't really know him well besides the Deadpool movies. I almost freaked out bc I haven't used the tumblr website in so long and it got updated so I thought I lost all my drafts. So glad they're still here, whew. Not beta read so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

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It's been a year since moving into your apartment and you couldn't be happier. College was going well and you were taking classes you enjoyed. However, you haven't made any friends yet which led you to spend your free time reading or surfing the web. Jason didn't come by much due to having his own life and vigilante things, which you understood. It didn't mean you couldn't be a little bit sad about it though.

Even though you were enjoying your life, you still felt as if there was something missing. You'd been trying to figure out why you had felt this way but nothing came to mind. Any time you tried to brush off the feeling, it came back stronger. You did your best to ignore it and continue on with life, but it was always there, nagging you.

It had been a long day. College was so stressful. Your professors kept hurling projects at you that had deadlines that were practically impossible to meet. You just wanted it to end already and be on summer break. Then, you’d be able to sleep how long you wanted to without the fear of being late for class or forgetting to complete an assignment.

You sat down at your desk and pulled out your laptop, preparing to continue an essay that was due in three days. Suddenly, you began to feel nauseous. Confused, you attempted to ignore the feeling in favor of completing the essay. A few seconds after trying to focus on your laptop screen, you saw a bright light.

"My child, you will be saved from this life." A strangely comforting voice said.

Then everything faded to black.

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"Hello?!"

A voice. A voice? But you live alone and no one has the spare key to your apartment. You slowly opened your eyes, groaning and quickly shutting them again once a bright light blinded you.

"Oh you're alive, thank God. Can you speak?" Whoever this was seemed to have been panicking before, slightly less though now that you had indicated you were alive. You groan as you push yourself up off of what seems to be concrete. Concrete? You're definitely not in your apartment. You crack your eyes open again, this time with less difficulty, and come face to face with white lenses of a mask. Blinking again, you register that the lenses are attached to a red material with black lines.

"Ah!"

"AH!" The figure yells and jumps back, startled by your sudden surprise.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" You asked, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"What do you mean? I'm Spiderman." His voice was a bit high pitched, he sounded like a teen at most.

"Spiderman? You've got to be joking. There is no Spiderman. Go home kid, crime fighting isn't a game." Sure, you may be a hypocrite, seeing as you are an ex-assassin who began learning how to kill at around 5, but at least you had training. What did this Spiderman have? From how startled he was, you assumed he had barely been trained, if at all.

“What? I'm literally Spiderman! I'm Queens' hero!"

"Queens, New York?" You thought you'd still be in New Jersey at least.

"Uh yeah. I don't think there are any other places called Queens that have a Spiderman."

"Again, Spiderman? Seriously? You couldn't think of a better name at least?"

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with Spiderman!"

"Sure kid, keep telling yourself that."

He was about to protest when suddenly, someone else dropped into the alley.

"Hey Spidey, who's this lovely lady?" A person in an all red with black suit with two swords on his back and guns strapped to his waist called out. The person seemed to be a male, around 30 years old.

"This 'lovely lady' is very confused. Who are you?" They keep multiplying, and you'd never seen this person either.

"Did you hit your head or something? You've never heard of or seen Deadpool? The most handsomest, most awesomest, funniest, killer crime fighter?"

"Uh nope. Also, I'm from Jersey, how did I end up here?"

"Good question. What's your name?"

"Oh, it's-" You stopped in confusion. "I actually don't remember. It was just at the tip of my tongue but I don't remember."

"Oh great! Amnesia! Just what we need. I'll let you handle her Spidey and I'll go stop some bad guys, 'kay?"

"What! No, don't leave me here!" Deadpool was already sprinting away.

"Let's get you to the base. Colossus and the others will know what to do."

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They did not, in fact, know what to do. Colossus sent Negasonic and Yukio to contact Professor X, while Spiderman went to contact Tony Stark (I'm still emotionally scarred from Endgame so no, he won't be dead, this is my fanfic and I can keep him alive if I want to) and Deadpool went back out to patrol. You were left alone with Colossus.

Uncomfortable silence sat between you. Just as you were beginning to get antsy, Colossus broke it first.

"Do you remember anything at all?"

"I'm... a college student. I live alone in an apartment in New Jersey, I think. I used to fight crime until... I don't know, it's fuzzy. I'm an ex-assassin who has been training since I was 5. That's all I remember."

"You can remember that but not your name?"

"Look, I don't know okay? I don't know what's happening or why I can't remember anything else. I want to remember who I am, but I can't. And it's so... so frustrating! Your suspicion is understandable, but it is not helping."

"I apologize. This is a stressful situation for you. I will be more considerate."

"Thank you."

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They could not figure out what happened to you or why you suddenly appeared in Queens one day. Your memory remained fuzzy, so you were stuck. As time passed, you and Colossus grew closer. You became so close that he told you his real name, you became a couple, and you got married. Seven years passed, you were 25 and you'd been trying for a baby. You both felt the time was right and that you'd be able to handle parenting.

Colossus came home from work one day, spent and tired. There you were, waiting for him at the door as usual.

"Hi my love, long day?" You fiddled with the positive pregnancy test behind your back.

"Yes darling, when is it not?"

"Well, we're going to have to figure something out, because there's no way I'll wake up every night to take care of our baby."

He looked confused, then realization hit. "You're..?" He looked so happy and hopeful, you couldn't contain your happiness. A huge smile lit up your face.

"Yes, we're finally going to be parents!" You pulled out the pregnancy test and held it up to him.

He laughed a joyful laugh, tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes as he embraced you. It must've been infectious because you began to tear up too. You remained in each other's embrace for a while, just existing in the moment. Time felt irrelevant as you basked in your shared delight.

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8 months later, your belly had swollen and grown. Everyone was happy for the both of you. You and Colossus were both eager for your little one to arrive. You'd both decided to wait for birth to find out the gender. It didn't matter to you whether it was a boy or girl, just that they were healthy (gender's a construct anyway). The pregnancy had been going great so far, but this time of easy-going was about to get ruined by your husband's job.

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Your world had merged with another because of some cosmic threat. Great! Your husband would be preoccupied trying to fix the situation, which meant that you'd be alone. Selfishly, you wished that they could let your husband stay with you so close to your due date, but you knew he had a role to play in saving two worlds.

Seeing your loneliness, Colossus decided to bring you with him to the Avengers' base. He hoped you'd be able to befriend some of the people there. You entered the compound and your eyes were drawn to some men standing beside a set of double doors. They all had suits on, black hair (one guy had two white streaks in his hair) and most had blue eyes, except for one man who had green eyes. He was also noticeably the darkest of the group. They felt familiar to you, especially the man with green eyes. Have you met them before? Who were they?

As your husband was discussing some details about the meeting, you couldn't help but watch the group of men. Not knowing why you thought you knew them annoyed you. As if they could feel your eyes on them (they could), they turned around in sync and locked eyes with you.

Their eyes widened and they all exclaimed your name in various degrees of disbelief. They rushed over to you and your husband protectively stepped in front of you

"How do you know my wife?"

"Wife?!" Some of them shouted. They were beginning to cause a scene.

"You're pregnant." The one with green eyes observed. He seemed to be having some sort of crisis.

All their eyes darted to your belly, making you uncomfortable. You placed your hand over your stomach and attempted to discretely hide behind your husband. This did not go unnoticed by them.

"You don't remember us?" The shortest of them questioned.

"No, I've never met you guys." You were very confused.

The man who appeared to be the oldest said your name. You stared at him as he studied your eyes, presumably to see if you were lying. It made you feel vulnerable and unsettled, couldn't they leave you alone?

"We're your family."

The guy with the white streaks in his hair scoffed. "You didn't treat her like she was family. I was the only one who cared for her when she was younger while you all ignored her and let her suffer. I'm glad she doesn't remember what you all did to her. She's clearly living a much better life without you lot in it."

This was getting more confusing by the second, although you felt there was truth to his words. Did you forget these people? They seemed very convincing if they were lying.

"I'm sorry but I really don't remember you guys. Maybe you have the wrong person?"

"No we don't! You disappeared one day and now that we've finally found you, you're saying you forgot everything!"

"That is enough. Please leave my wife alone, she does not know you, and she does not need the unnecessary stress of trying to remember people she's never met. Do not approach her anymore." Colossus guided you away from the men, who stared longingly at you. The heartbroken expressions they had after your husband's speech would follow you often. Were you sure you'd never met them before?

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[gluion]

[TEASER] of boundaries and secret glances (i'm lucky to be loved by you) ➵ kim sunwoo

idol!kim sunwoo x ex-idol!reader

as a well-respected independent producer in the industry, you get requests from different companies for collaborations. when you accept to work on chanhee and sunwoo's unit track for their upcoming album, you are left to your own devices as you work closely with sunwoo. who is to say what can happen over the days?

genre/warnings ➵ strangers to friends to lovers (though sunwoo has always had a crush on you since your debut), music & lyrics au, fluff, angst with happy ending, afab reader (they/them pronouns), drinking, kpop mistreatment, mental and physical abuse done by companies, closed proximity, sunwoo is a FLIRT!!! and also obsessed with you, LOONA IS FREE HERE!!!, iz*one sadly does not exist </3, boundaries are definitely crossed in the sense that you should not be flirting this much with a co-worker turned friend...

word count ➵ 29.3k words

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a/n ➵ finally publishing this fic after it sat in my drafts for so long... i hope you enjoy this piece of work as much as i did writing and reading it once more! i would really appreciate it if you could take time to like and reblog this.

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It has been two days since that meeting, and you regret agreeing to the set deadline. It feels as if you have not gotten any wink of sleep in the last 48 hours as the stress and anxiety got to you. As you entered the building with a cup of coffee in your hand, you informed the woman at the front desk that you were expected to attend another meeting with Sunwoo and Chanhee.

“Please make yourself comfortable and wait here. I’ll just ring up their manager–”

“They’re with me!” You hear someone shout from behind you. As you turn to look, you see Sunwoo walking towards you and greeting you with a bow which you return.

“It’s nice to see you again,” He says, making you smile.

“I’ll bring them up, just inform hyung.” Sunwoo signals you to follow him as he makes his way to the elevator.

“So, how are you? I’m guessing you managed to think of something within the two days?” He asks as you two wait for the elevator to arrive.

You laugh as you shake your head. “I wish.”

“Did you get any sleep?” You shake your head in response which he laughs at.

“Well, if you pass out, I’ll be there to cover for you,” He says only for you to get shy.

“Oh god, you don’t–”

“I was just kidding Y/N, sorry if it wasn’t obvious.” The elevator doors finally open and you both get in.

“Oh, that’s my bad,” You say as you let out a nervous laugh.

“Hey, it’s no problem.” The elevator doors finally close and you two go up. As silence engulfs the two of you, you somehow think it’s your fault.

“I, uhm, tend to be very shy around new people. I’m not usually like this,” You say to break the silence. He looks at you with a smile and nods. “No worries, Chanhee and Heejin said the same.”

You were surprised to find out that he’s talked about you to others. As you continued to look straight forward, you would only hope that Heejin or Jiwoo did not mention anything embarrassing to the two.

“I never got to ask, but how are you?” You decided to finally ask him.

“Oh, well it’s been alright?” He says in an unsure manner which has you raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well, the guys and I have been practicing the choreography for our comeback, and I’ve been kind of nervous about how Chanhee and I’s track is going to turn out. Not that I’m trying to say I don’t trust you, but I am nervous about how well I’m going to execute your vision,” He admits.

“If it helps, I think whatever you do will perfectly execute what I see.” You smile at him to which he smiles back.

“Oh, so you trust me that much? How much have you seen my performances to say that?” He asks as he faces you and leans against the wall, a smug look on his face. Something about how he keeps the conversation going makes you less shy than before.

“Well, I had to do my research,” You admit with a smirk.

“Oh, the famous Y/N has done their research on me? What do you know about me?” He asks to which you decide to face him as well. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

He chuckles as soon as the elevator doors open. “Well don’t think I didn’t research you,” He says and walks out with you following.

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[tua-five]

Season 3 Episode 5!

⚠️⚠️ Don't read if you haven't watch s3! ⚠️⚠️

Omg, Klaus meets his mom!!! Oh, and finds out he died so many times...

Okay, but I actually love the fact that Tom Hopper's wife is Klaus's mom. I don't know why. It's just cool and sweet.

Aww.... but I forgot that Allsion got nightmares... it's so sweet how Ray would just immediately know and start helping.

This episode is just so quick. A lot of moments that I'm a little overwhelmed.

Even though Stanley knows that Diego isn't his dad, he still tells him that he flipping killed his brother. Yikes. Diego's freak out 😭 "And you were gonna dissolve the body!?"

Klaus's "even the naughty bits?"

That's it.

"Hate to say I told you so,"

"You love to say I told you so." Dang, Viktor!!

I really just want to know exactly where everyone is from. (And before I start, yes, I do know that Reginald made them learn many languages) because Five keeps speaking German. He said, "Nein!" In season 2, when everyone failed to meet the 90-minute deadline. And just now, he called the briefcase "kaput". Broken in german. I can definitely see Five being German, but everyone else in the Fandom believes he's from Greece. But I do fully believe he's from Germany. I don't know.

I also love "guy in a carpet." And Chen just accepts it and says,"I hope you win."

And then Klaus is like "sup! I'm back from the dead."

"What would happen if I cut off your head? Would it grow two of you?" And then Diego curs in, cause that's rude, right?

"Stan." He turns to look at Klaus. "Would it?"

"Klaus, do you know where the kugelblitz is?" "Yeah, I saw it!"

"Why didn't you tell anyone!?"

"I told you!" Yeah, Diego. He told you. Why even ask that question?

"You say stupid shut all the time!"

This is why we should listen to each other.

Olay, but as much as it's like.. arguing and stuff. I love their immediate concern for Viktor because harlan hurt him.

And omg, Five saying that Harlan was insignificant and then Viktor immediately with the comeback, "You once told me no one was insignificant." Yeah.. he's not wrong.

I love how Harlan is listening to Wind. And then specifies through a field of corn, and my first immediate thought was... Viktor doesn't have a good experience with field corn.

God. I really hate the writers. I mean, why couldn't stan be his actual son? They were so cute. He's yelling at Stan (not literally yelling, but disciplining, parenting,) and then he jokes around, making stan laugh by putting the cleaning supplies on his head? And then before he leaves the room he tells him not to forget about his ear medication downstairs??? Hello? He's such a good dad just for that to be thrown away?

Another full circle moment. We all know five said "I'm the daddy here!" To Luther in season 2. And now Diego says it. "I'm the daddy here.." to lila.

Allison just said, "The new timeline will just be worse for me." And yep. I truly believe it will. She might've gotten everything she wanted in this last timeline, but everything comes with a cost.

Oh... wow.. yeah. "Luther just said you can't use me for that" and Allsion said that she can of she wants to. Then she rumors him to stay. He begs her not to. And then... she rumors him again. And we all know that.

Oi.. Klaus telling Five that that's the Mother's of Agony. Symbol or whatever.

And then we find badass Pogo.

The gifs!

Sorry in advance that there isn't much gifs. I'm in a bit of a rush today and wasn't sure if I was even going to be able to watch this episode so I didn't have much time to write all of this or find the gifs.

I'm not sure if or when I'll watch and post tomorrow's episode but I'll try to as soon as I can! Love you all!

[eponymous-rose]

A full day today, so I figured it might be fun to write up what a professor's day might look like when not lecturing!

6:30AM: Got up early to virtually attend a friend's wedding on the East Coast! <333

8:00AM: I have been very careful this quarter to shuffle lectures/meetings around so that I have a little time to myself in the mornings to sit at home and drink coffee and eat breakfast and pet a cat while I get the day's work started. No exception today! I pull up an application my PhD student has been putting together for a tech grant and use the proverbial red pen to make some (a lot of) comments. It looks good overall, though! I send him a note to encourage him to send it to our collaborator in the computer science department when he's done with edits. Monday's the deadline, we gotta get moving on this.

9:00AM: I load up a bag with books I keep putting off taking to my office, plus some extra Halloween candy I found to add to my office candy bowl, and head out to take the bus in to campus. Also, pet the cat goodbye (she is unconcerned).

9:45AM: At the office, books and candy put away! Time to prep for my first meeting, which is a committee meeting with someone else's PhD student. He struggled a bit with a recent exam (entirely his advisor's fault, but that's a different story), so we're reconvening as a group to see his progress and cheer him on. He sent an update document, so I run through that and take a few notes. Then it's responding to e-mails (setting up my participation in a federal review panel next year, responding to two prospective graduate students interested in working with me - the combo of a fun research topic and a beautiful campus means I'm now up to 20 inquiries so far this quarter, eep - and sending out an update to the department about the charitable giving opportunities I'm coordinating).

10:30AM: Great presentation by the PhD student about all the things he's done since our last meeting back in April-ish. He's made huge changes to his work, and we applaud (literally and figuratively) how much he's accomplished in such a short time. Also, amazing data visualization! Great work all around. He's set to defend his PhD by 2025 at this rate, definitely back on track.

11:30AM: Time to rush back to my office to meet with my own PhD student! We usually meet on Fridays, but we get tomorrow off for the holiday so we jumped the meeting back. He's a few minutes late due to a missed bus, so my next-door colleague and I talk about cats for a few minutes. As you do. When he does arrive, he's got some cool stuff to show me - we talk about the notes I made on his grant application, and I remind him (and myself) to book flights to a conference in December that is rapidly approaching somehow. (I guess this means I have to do some cool and innovative research before then that I can talk about. Go figure.) He also shows me some cool preliminary results from a project he's been doing with a friend out in Pennsylvania. He's late enough in his PhD that my role as advisor is primarily to get out of his way and make sure he has enough supercomputer core-hours to get his work done!

12:30PM: A break for me! I start in on e-mail again, sending a coordinator my bio and abstract for a talk I've been invited to give (virtually, thankfully) at a student conference in January. I also realize that, because of the break tomorrow, I should really put together a homework assignment and next week's lectures for the class I teach Monday-Wednesday-Friday. Hmmm. I dig through last year's lectures and assignments and realize they've gotten a little out of sync this year. The solution? I may just offer 5 instead of 6 assignments over these ten weeks and give them this one a week later. Class average has been extremely high on them, and I think the students will appreciate a bit of a break. Also means today's job is just to prepare a few lectures based on last year's material. I've got a big chunk of open time later this afternoon to deal with course stuff, so back to e-mail. Going to be joining a friend (who I can't help but think of as the undergrad who sat in during all my grad classes, but is now somehow a full research scientist) on a very cool project putting together a new thunderstorm dataset. Also reached out to another friend about setting up biweekly meetings to hopefully start a new research collaboration and... possibly some fieldwork! I also almost forgot to put a forecast together for our forecasting competition, but I got there in time. Phew.

1:30PM: Meeting with a colleague and the undergrad research intern we co-supervise who is sadly having to leave to go attend school closer to home. This meeting is mostly just us reinforcing to her that we're still here if she needs advice/reference letters or ever wants to work on a similar project with us remotely in the future, but we are going to continue with the research until the end of the quarter, at her request. After the meeting, I get an e-mail about another undergraduate looking for a research project! I present her with the options of a cool lightning project with my colleague next door (waiting to hear back about federal funding for that project, fingers crossed) and that other cool thunderstorm project led by my friend in Oklahoma.

2:30PM: Seminar time! A very cool freshly-minted PhD from California tells us all about her research, a complicated topic about which I knew very little going in and now know... slightly more. There was a very geeky moment in which she showed what happened to a particular part of the climate system when CO2 was added, then showed what happened when CO2 was removed, and the asymmetry of it made everyone in the room gasp and then self-consciously giggle.

4:00PM: Post-seminar snacks acquired (a big cookie and coffee are definitely a good late lunch, right? I kid, I kid, I had a big breakfast and have a big dinner waiting at home) and small-talk survived, I scramble back up to my office. Time to get those lectures ready for next week (pretty quick to do - rather than last year, where I'd show the code on the screen and we'd talk about it, I'm having us write the code together live and debug as we go; harder in the moment for me, but the students are learning so much better!). Get an e-mail back from the new undergrad research intern expressing interest in the lightning project, amazing! Time to get her registered so she gets credit for this starting in January. Also finally get a teensy bit more editing done on a draft of a review article that one of the top scientific journals in the world tapped me to write (???? still surreal beyond measure).

5:30PM: BAND PRACTICE. Our department is so nerdy that the faculty/staff/postdocs/grad students put together a giant band to perform popular songs but as covers so we can make the lyrics about our nerdy research. This tradition has been going on for 30+ years, and the big performance is for an hour at our holiday party every year. It's a riot, and this is my first year joining in the chaos (I'm on keys on three songs!). There are like 25 of us, we have a horn section, a professor plays the mandolin, the students create elaborate musical roasts of their professors, it's great. My parts go great, to the point where when there's some trouble with key drift during an a capella part they call me in to play chords under it and keep them grounded. I love playing music with other people!

7:00PM: Time to pack up and head home for dinner. Phew.

Long day, but also LONG WEEKEND BAYBEE. I don't actually have to do any substantial work this weekend, so that means BALDUR'S GATE WEEKEND BAYBEE.

[localplaguenurse]

Pantalone Health Headcanons

This is a smorgasbord of headcanons about how fucked up pants' health would be. Most of them are inspired by @madamemachiko's pants fics/headcanons and the fic Alien Blues on ao3. Those two are my favourite flavours of Pantalone and they have permanently become part of my mental image for him.

I did my best research wise but I'm not an expert so I'm open to corrections/insight, and also wanna hear your thoughts!

ANYWAYS discussions of starvation and health complications

Starvation and diet

As a child on the streets he would either have no access to food or only access to scraps

He would go through long periods without sufficient nutrition and as such developed starvation ketoacidosis, which burned through all his body fat and ate away at his muscle mass as well. 

He’s also almost died of refeeding syndrome once or twice, which is when you overload your body with too many calories/nutrients after a period of starvation. 

To this day his body still cannot properly metabolize. He puts on weight very easily and it is difficult to gain muscle mass.

I wouldn’t say he’s fat or pudgy, no no, but because his body naturally clings onto all the fat it can get, he doesn’t exactly have a sculpted, defined body, and is kinda soft as a result. The only “definition” he has is his bonier features and whatever muscle he has managed to develop. 

This, combined with a sensitive stomach from years of eating… dubious meals, means he is very particular with portion control and dietary restrictions. Some meals he has developed an intolerance/inability to digest, and others he simply can’t stomach as they remind him of worse times. 

It has gotten better as he can a) afford food, and b) afford medical treatment, but by this point he’s accepted that this is just how his body is going to be for the rest of his life. 

He takes supplements, vitamins, and medicine to cover anything he’s missing as a result of his restrictions. 

Bonus: I headcanon Pantalone doesn’t actually care much for bougie dishes. His favourite foods are actually the really, really, really cheap meals he could barely afford when he was younger. They would have been the only hot fresh meals he could get his hands on aside, and they provide a sense of security and warmth. He would never admit he likes commoner meals, though, so whenever he’s asked what he likes, he defaults to whatever fancy dish he can think of off the top of his head. 

Stress and illness

Pantalone doesn’t have a canon age, I personally hc him as like 27 at the youngest, but regardless of how old you think he is, he has spent his entire life Stressed and there’s no way he isn’t suffering from it

Maybe the white is his hair is from his age, depending on your headcanon age for him, but a lot of it is from the stress of constantly working himself to the limit

He would never admit this, but he actually has a significant amount of white hair, he just dyes it black to hide it. He keeps the one streak because it makes him look sexy- I mean, it looks charming.

He also constantly suffers from migraines, especially when he’s trying to meet a deadline. He takes medication to counter it, but it can only do so much. 

They can get so bad that his eyes start to hurt, his vision blurs and he starts getting dizzy

He’s susceptible to respiratory infections, namely he is asthmatic and at risk of catching pneumonia. He’s had too many close calls as a child.

His heart is also at risk due to the aforementioned stress and disease that has plagued him since his youth. 

Similar to his diet, he is able to manage all of his conditions now that he can afford top of the line medical care, but he’ll never be 100% and he knows he has to work around that.

The cold weather of Snezhnaya is not good for him, if he’s outside for too long he starts to get short of breath because of the asthma.

He will also neglect sleep and hunger if he gets too absorbed in his work, he would actually work himself to death if you let him.

In spite of this, he carries on like nothing is wrong. He’s smiling, going about his day, attending meetings with his fellow harbingers and filling out paperwork for the Northland Bank like it’s nothing. He refuses to let the mask slip, no matter how bad his health issues can get.

It helps that he also has a pretty good self care routine to maintain his porcelain complexion and silky hair. Helps with the illusion that Everything Is Fine.

[wolfspurr]

WIP Wednesday

It is no longer Wednesday, but what even are days of the week when it comes to the weird bit of time between Christmas and New Years? I was tagged by @wellhalesbells so here's a little bit of the only WIP I can currently share with you. This is my back-burner fic, which I pull out to work on when I don't have an event deadline looming over me. It hasn't seen much work recently, but it'll get finished eventually!

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Stiles breezes into the back room of the vet’s surgery with the confident air of someone who is definitely supposed to be there, despite the ‘staff only’ sign hung prominently on the door and the fact that Stiles is very much not a member of staff. Scott has been lacking in time for bro hangouts, though, so Stiles will take his company where he can get it. If that means it's while Scott is busy expressing the anal glands of an unenthusiastic beagle, so be it. “Yeah,” Scott says, as Stiles situates himself decisively at the head end of the dog, “Ricky here is about to be feeling a whole lot better, aren’t you buddy?” “You have my full support and sympathy, Ricky,” Stiles grimaces, reaching out to scratch behind the beagle’s ears as Scott pulls on a pair of gloves. “I don’t suppose you can hang after work today? There’s a new Thai place near mine that I’ve been wanting to try. Ally can come too?” “Sorry bro, dinner with the in-laws tonight. You can go and chill in the dog room for a bit while I deal with Ricky if you want? We’ve got a newcomer who might want some company, and I’m not sure we want a repeat performance of the last time you thought you could keep composure around bodily fluids.” Stiles shudders, thinking back to last week’s incident with Walter the French bulldog. Scott may have a point. There had been no dignity left in that room; Stiles might never quite look at a French bulldog the same way again. “Yeah, that might not be a bad plan. Sorry, Ricky. Please know I’ll be supporting you from the other room where things are less disgusting. You’ve got this, dog-bro!” Stiles pats Ricky on the head and makes his way briskly out of the room before he witnesses or smells anything that really doesn't need to be experienced. He closes the door quickly behind him, breathing a sigh of relief that he’s escaped without any trauma for the day. The dog room is the best room at the vet’s surgery, and Stiles spends more of his free time in it than he really cares to admit. There’s nothing quite like cuddling with dogs and puppies to improve a shitty day, and Stiles finds himself in here even on days when Scott isn’t actually working. Kira, one of the veterinary nurses, is already in there, fussing over a puppy that looks more like a little white cloud than an actual dog. “Hey Kira, I thought I’d give Ricky a bit of privacy. Scotty says there’s a new best friend waiting for me in here.” “Hey Stiles, good to see you! I’m guessing he’s talking about this guy,” Kira shuts the cage door on the ball of fluff, smiling cheerfully at Stiles as she beckons him over to a cage in the corner, “want to come and meet him?” “Of all the stupid questions, Kira.” Stiles hurries himself over, crouching down so he can see the inhabitant, all black fur and mournful brown eyes. The dog perks up as soon as Stiles appears, assessing him with a careful stare and nosing forward to give Stiles’ fingers a tentative lick where he’s poking them through the wire of the cage door. Stiles is in love.

I'm not going to specifically tag anyone (because it's not even Wednesday anymore) but if you want to join in, consider yourself tagged!

[burn-towns-get-money]

@mintso / @milliin

Happy @d20exchange! Here is the second gift. I ended up creating an interview type series where the interviewer has to interview The Bad Kids. For your gift though, I just wrote for Adaine and Riz as they were listed as your favourites!

I definitely wanted to go for a different approach for a character focus, hopefully you like it! Please read the whole article under the read more.

Gift One | Adaine Abernant | Gift Three

Interview with: Adaine Abernant

Written by Apricotflyer

It sometimes takes a while to track down the students we interview, and none are more elusive than the Oracle herself. She has been declining our invitations, but there is a deadline to meet and having 5 out of 6 interviews from an Adventuring Party isn't great on my record either. So on the day my photographer calls, I'm running. She's in the library. 

A library isn't the ideal place for a tell-all chat, but as a journalist, I know how to adapt to any environment. Running in - out of breath - I spot her as our faithful photographer corners the elf. Her skin is dark, tight curls of pale blonde hair framing her face. Blue eyes glare behind round glasses. She knows it is too late to escape. 

Adaine Abernant is The Oracle, and a member of the well-known adventuring party The Bad Kids. She also studies as a divination wizard. Over the past two years, her adventuring party has been on two massive adventures that have saved the world. And she's been experiencing a lot of personal growth too, which it excited me to ask about.

Hello Oracle, it's an honor to finally interview you. 

Adaine: It's Adaine. And I never agreed to this. It must be a breach of something. 

Principal Aguefort encourages freedom of speech, actually. 

Adaine: That means I'm free to not continue this interview then. Goodbye. 

Wait, wait, wait! You can't leave. 

Adaine: Are you serious?

Just answer the questions and then it will be over. What is it like being with the Bad Kids?  

Adaine: Fine. They're my friends, maybe a bit chaotic, but I enjoy hanging out with them.

Well, that's boring. Can't you give us some gossip? We've heard about your difficult relationship with your sister, and that she was part of the first plot to take over the world. How did it feel to find that out? Have you reconciled with her? 

Adaine: What's with the shift in tone? I thought this was about my adventuring party, not my personal life. 

You're seriously going to avoid the question again?

Adaine: We're on better terms. There, I’ve answered your question. Can I go now?

Not yet. I've only asked two questions. Can you tell us more about your parents and what happened in the Nightmare forest with them? 

Adaine: Stop asking personal questions!

The librarian: Shhhhhh.

Adaine: Ah, sorry. Please stop asking me. I'm trying to be polite, but being confronted with these questions is an invasion of my privacy. It's very overwhelming. 

I only have more personal questions left, and knowing that my editor shakes their head and mouths at me to change the subject. So I do. 

Can you show us your emotional support frog then? 

Adaine immediately brightens up, and we spend the rest of our free spell in the library cooing at a little frog wearing a little backpack. 

And that's all from me, fellow students. Until next time!

[lordgroose]

I have arrived to put numbers in your ask box:

3, 5, 11, 21, 26, and 28

ahh heck all these numbers, alright here we go!

3. Biggest Strength hmm. i'd say if anything, my patience? having worked in retail for so long, i've learned to be extremely patient and understanding in a lot of different contexts that i wouldn't have been able to be over a decade ago. i think that's been particularly helpful not just in my professional life but in my personal as well. beyond that, i think i can be pretty quick witted and funny occasionally? 🤷‍♂️

5. Favourite band this changes constantly 🙃 i can't even name a single band for certain today. the fall of troy? will wood and the tapeworms? the mars volta? anamanaguchi? i'll just throw those out there and say they're definitely contenders lol

11. Favourite flower all purpose

no uhhhh, idk. never been too big on flowers, honestly. i think sunflowers are really neat though

21. A random fact Sonic the Hedgehog 3 and Sonic and Knuckles for the sega genesis were originally planned to be a single video game. however, due to time constraints, and partly due to a brand deal with mcdonalds, they chose to push out the first half of the game as sonic 3 to meet deadlines, and release the second half of the game as Sonic and Knuckles later in the year, with the added bonus of being able to open the top of the cartridge and connect into Sonic 3 to form one single combined game.

this is genuinely the first random fact that came to my head.

i really, really liked sonic a lot as a kid lol. there, that's a much simpler random fact.

26. What I love about myself i love that even though my formative years were spent being very pessimistic, isolated, spiteful, and kindof overall feeling like a broken person, i've grown into a much more optimistic, accepting, friendly person in spite of it. i'm always working on it, but i try to be mindful of how i come across, and aware of how my behaviors and actions can impact others.

i also love my endless and effortless swag, rizz, and drip

28. Favourite book in all honesty? i don't really read. i know i should, i really should, but there's already so much content in other mediums that i'm already invested in that i haven't been able to carve out time for, and i have no idea where i'd even start with picking up reading at this point.

if comics/graphic novels are allowed, i really enjoyed the Scott Pilgrim series. outside of that, i really enjoyed John Dies At The End back in the early/mid 2010s?

[hezuart]

The concept art of LN2 are so interesting.

Different kids, Mono and six working together (six removing a log and both of them giving food to each other) more kids, concept art of kids being connected into TVs, the weird baby creature, Thin man smiling (distributing), even appearing in some locations ominous watching over Six and Mono, the flesh walls reaching out to Mono from the tv etc.

Ln2 gives me Akira + Dark city + city of lost children vibes .

It has so much intriguing concept art, at times I feel like the game we got wasn’t the complete vision of the developers, I feel like they had to cut corners or drastically change the story to meet the deadline.

As much as I love the game, is so vague in it’s storytelling it becomes frustrating.

What was Mono and Six’s end goal? We don’t even know. Same with the thin man. There are lot of widely accepted theories (the time loop, that thin man was looking after Six, Dark Six is six’s souls) but the truth is we don’t know what’s truly going on.

On first game we were absolutely convinced that The lady was Six’s mother and that later got disapproved.

But at least we had a clue about what was going on, in ln2 we don’t have any idea of anything.

I wonder if that was intentional or if it’s just a byproduct of the game being rushed in development and still miraculously being added as a positive for the game (is so vague it keeps people talking and theorizing about it )

you speak the truth, my friend!!!

Yeah the thin man smiling is definitely the creepiest. The concept of him seems like he truly became one with the tower, like he's empowered by it. He puts on a creepy broadcaster fake smile, but seems to love the attention. He loves to manipulate the masses; those kind of vibes. The doctor's head cut straight off is wild. I'm also disappointed we didn't get a train scene, a proper one, with Six and Mono sitting on a train together, or the Thin Man appearing from an elevator just out of the blue. That would have been so freaky. And yes, right??????? The game doesn't feel like the true vision! Its so vague and feels almost unfinished??? Man did we need those DLCs....

Mono's end goal was to reach the door, he felt a compulsion to tune into the tvs everytime they called out to him. When the Thin Man first appears, Mono even walks towards him with his hand outreached and Six is shaking her head in distress, reaching for him to try and pull him away, but then decides to run away instead.

It's almost like Six's compulsion in the first game, to seek out and consume the Lady. Their goals, or rather their futures, tend to have a lot to do with the dreams they have at the very start of the game. It's a compulsion, or maybe a premonition. The game is called "Little Nightmares" but also the fact that if you die, the game reloads the kids in a fetal position on the ground. They gasp, as though waking up from a nightmare; as though they had just fallen asleep. I never thought much of it at the time, but now that we know this game involves a timeloop that the kids may or may not be aware of... it's intriguing.... highly interesting... these nightmares or dreams are telling them their futures. As though perhaps just maybe they've lived it before? It seems like a supernatural higher calling, something or someone reaching out to them.

Yeah, I've heard a ton of theories. Six's mom. Six herself from another timeline. Six is part of the "Sisterhood of Ladies" that all ran the Maw, like a successor story. Regardless, Six has a connection to the Lady SOMEHOW, because her concept art, of her with long hair in a yellow raincoat, is literally hidden as a portrait deliberately seen in the Lady's bedroom, kinda hidden by a wall.

Yes, agreed. In LN2, the most I could figure out, is that there is an "epidemic" of sorts destroying the city. A majority of people are obsessed with televisions, and the longer they watch, the more damaged their bodies become. They start losing body parts; their faces become distorted, until some of them even disappear completely; leaving nothing but clothes behind. On top of this epidemic, there is MAJOR terrestrial damage to not only the city, but also the surrounding forest. There are HUGE crevices and trenches that split apart the ground by several feet; they are dangerous hazards, as though the earth itself was sliced into. It is unclear if this is caused by the radio tower signal (Mono is able to move the city buildings when he usurps his previous self) or something bigger. The Hunter is merely a serial killer in the woods who kidnaps people and kills and stuffs them. Perhaps something to do with insanity. What we don't know is why initially he keeps Mono and Six alive. (Does he not kill kids? He tries to kill them after they escape. Why keep them though? It even seems like he gave Six a music box and kept her alive all this time. Is this some kind of weird... situation where he keeps them as pets? its unclear. ) The doctor on the other hand, initially in his concept art I think he assisted in kidnapping children and hooking them into the tvs. I think children and their imaginations or energy was initially gonna be used to fuel the tv; they would be making the channels that entice the people to become addicted and ultimately sucked into the tower. But in the final product, the doctor is actually a bit more of a heroic figure. He is taking the leftover body parts left behind by the citizens and trying to piece them together with artificial body parts. Its a twisted form of necromancy. A twisted way to try and "save" his patients. To "save" the city. (He had the nosebleed girl locked away in a cell in the hospital though, and at some point captures her in the comics. I don't know what he does with her or why he was keeping her prisoner. That's never explained.)

As for the teacher and the school, that is probably the most confusing. She's teaching porcelain children, they're not real and yet they can move. They have personalities. Some of them can even function with a half-broken face. How is this possible? Who made them? And why? In the comics, there's only one real boy who used to go to the school. The lollipop kid. The porcelain kids gang up on him and he has to fight them to defend himself. Were children being kidnapped from school? To fuel the tvs? Whats the excuse for the final product? Were they being replaced by these dolls so no one would notice? Why is the teacher teaching these fake children? There's even a closet full of dunce caps, that eerily look similar to the nomes. Is this just a coincidence, or does it have higher meeting? And what on EARTH was with the teacher's study?! Where she had a chessboard and a child king strapped to one of the middle pieces. Why did she have a map with a giant eye drawn over it??? What in the world??? I feel some conspiracy theories brewing. They were also going to have a lunch lady in the concept art, but then they killed her off. Why do these porcelain children even need to be fed? They don't have stomachs! What is going on here??? Are real humans just being replaced by fake.... ghosts??? Or something? What is happening here And the Thin Man just kinda sitting in a chair until Mono can free him while its a tragic story it also doesnt make a lot of sense. Throughout the story we encounter several glitching remains. When did the Thin Man have time to snatch these children? Can he actively travel back in time? Because Mono encounters several of these glitching remains WHILE THE THIN MAN IS STILL IMPRISONED! So how could they be glitching if the Thin Man hasn't escaped? Again, the only thing I can think of is time travel, and even then- whats the point? The original motive for why he kidnapped children is no longer viable in the final product. And he was busy keeping Six imprisoned on top of chasing down Mono! (And what was he even gonna do with Mono? Kill him? That's himself! He freed you!)

and why on Earth is Shadow Six acting smarter- why can she move- why and how does she even follow Mono on his journey???? She's SIX'S shadow! Not Mono's! ANd yet she's following him, and then guiding him out of the train station to the top of the sewer line to confront his fate- When all the other glitching remains we've encountered act like they're trapped in time? They don't move or interact with Mono or even acknowledge him. Why is Six different? Six's shadow from the first game was just a creepy random thing they threw in there. They made an attempt to try and explain it in this prequel game, but I don't think they did a good job about it. Shadow Six being Six's "glitching remain" just doesn't make a lot of sense in comparison to her behavior vs. the other glitching remains. She seems like something very very different.

Also- the tower- what the hell is that thing. Its like... a giant blob? Of the citizens of the pale city? I don't know if they are in charge of the tower or if Mono/Thin Man are in charge of the tower, but the tower itself can change. Its a winding maze of doors and stairs and rooms. It actively changes. Hell, even Monster Six seemed to have some control over the environment. Every time Mono hit her music box, he was cast out and had to smash down a door with an axe to re-enter like he did with her when he first met her. Who is really in control here? (and what the heck is up with Monster Six!!! How'd this happen to her??? WHat kind of magic does the Thin Man possess??? Was the Thin Man even the one to do this to her, or was it the tower??? Or hell, was it even HERSELF????) and how did this tower come to be in the first place? If Mono is stuck in a continuous loop, then there's no way he'd be the creator of the tower. And the fact that the tower itself can seemingly defy space-time, does the tower consist of citizens from PREVIOUS timelines? That just continue to reabsorb their new time loop versions? How does that even work? Whats the point of this blob? Whats the point of this pocket dimension that defies space-time?

So... many... questions!!???

Honestly I feel like a lot of stuff from the first game also wasn't answered. Like the "ashes in the maw". Why are children kept and cared for on the Maw and not all immediately turned into nomes? Why is there an eyeball that turns them into stone? Why does the Lady keep a jar of children's statue ashes in her quarters? Who the heck are the shadow children???? What kind of business are they even running??? They fatten up people only to turn around and kill them and maybe even TURN THEM INTO FOOD? (the shoe room indicates this) you're gonna run out of customers with this method! The Lady I guess eats them?? Or their souls rather?? and then the chefs just reuse the body 'cuz hey, free meat. And then the Lady I guess takes pity on the children maybe??? Idk???? She sucks out their youth, turns them into these weird nome creatures that become slaves to the Maw (its indicated they work to keep the engine running, but why? Whats the point? They dont get anything out of this deal. Unless they were just helping Seven/RK escape then it makes more sense but...) it just seems weird she wouldn't also kill them by sucking out their souls completely. She only does that to the adults. (But then why even turn the children into statues??? Do the statues have to do with her shadow children servants??? flksdjglkf???) I love mysteries, but Little Nightmares really pushes it with their vague concepts. They're like "Its left up to interpretation!" When in reality its more like "We don't really know, we'll let you guys try and figure it out for us" without giving us any solid evidence or clarity

[metallica-zine]

I see you have clicked the not-so-suspicious link :)

(...Or just scrolled down, but what's the fun in that?)

First, here are the two posts that will be mentioned later:

The list of contribution ideas

The list of questions

If you're reading this for the first time, don't worry about them as they'll be explained later; it's just for ease of later referral.

So, what can you contribute? And how?

The answer to the first question quite literally is (almost) anything. Zines can and often are about whatever, just think about what someone may want to read and avoid anything nsfw as it's for a general audience. If that feels too broad, here is a list of ideas. (To make sure this is clear, don't send full pages! Just the elements on the page, like words or images.)

If you want your own commentary attached to your submission, send that in too! It can be as casual or as formal as you want, though my personal commentary will definitely be casual. We're a bunch of people on tumblr, not official newspaper authors or anything, so don't worry about "meeting standards" or anything.

In addition to that, I also plan for there to be a couple sections in the zine consisting of various answers to specific questions and for some choices about the zine to be decided by vote (not polls, just regular counting of what's said in comments). A masterlist of said questions is found here. In other words, if you don't have a lot of time to contribute but still want to, all you have to do is reply to a question or two, and your answer will either be in the zine or help with deciding parts of the zine such as its name.

As for how, just contact this blog in some way with your submission. Send an ask, message (especially if you have submission-specific questions!), tag, anything. If you wish to stay anonymous but still send an image, the anon feature won't work directly, but you could send a link to it or make a throwaway account. Asks will be answered privately anyway, mostly in the spirit of the zine's content being new-feeling when it comes out and suspense. (Dun dun dun......) Though, there may be a sneak peak or two.

Are there any deadlines?

Of course, there's a bit of flexibility here, but I'm aiming for the submissions all being in by April 1. Why? Because 72 Seasons releases on April 11, and I think it would be cool to release the zine into the wild the same day! I'll also need some time to make sure the later submissions are organized properly on the zine's pages, and April 1 is a memorable date for a deadline.

Of course, if you really need some extra time, late submissions will be accepted, but please give me some communication! Tell me how much approximate extra time you need and about how much page space you think your submission will require. Sending a wip can also help us work the latter part out together, so feel free to do that! And if you think you may not make it, that's alright, but please give me a heads up.

Will credit or compensation be given?

Credit, yes! When the zine is finished, there'll be a section dedicated to 'thank you's that will have a list of everyone who has contributed, and any submission will be directly marked as whose it is. By default, the credit will go to the name of your Tumblr blog and the name you say you go by in your bio or pinned message, but if you want to be credited through some other platform, without the name of your blog, by a different name, or not at all, just say so alongside your submission and it'll be done!

But compensation, it depends. You'll get a typed out thank you message because I very much do appreciate it, but there's nothing monetary involved. The final zine won't be sold, so no money is being made, and if that doesn't work for you, no one is making you do anything.

Can I use my submissions elsewhere?

Yes! The zine doesn't own your submissions, you do. You're free to do whatever with your own work, whether it's posting it on tumblr, monetizing it, using it in other publications or collections, or whatever else it is you want to do.

How will the final zine be distributed?

Definitely not sold, that's for sure! More than likely, it'll be a series of Tumblr posts and possibly a pdf download in addition to that.

I do recognize that most zines were distributed in physical form, but it's not practical unless you want to print it out yourself. If you do, by all means, go for it! Just don't sell it to anyone as you'd be selling others' work, and that's not cool. (Metallica, please don't sue, I love you)

And a final note:

If there's anything with the way I'm organizing this that you think isn't working or can be improved, please tell me!! To be completely transparent, I've never done this type of organizing before, especially not for a zine, and I'd hate for that to come between the success of this project! :)

[roseonne]

strings left untied

Chloe has had a lot of battles in her life. The hardest one she fought, however, is against a measuring tape.

idea by & dedicated to @suispicibo-setomaouge ! ( ao3 link )

Chloe has had a lot of battles in her life.

Did she win over them, though? Oh, absolutely. She might not look the part, but she is a fierce fighter. It may seem scary at first too; but she sure won't back down on anything! Be it against a class deadline, a big bully, a creepy bug, or even the wooden door with the 'arts and crafts room' sign hanging onto it.

I-I am a fighter...!

The redhead swallows a lump down her throat, as she continues glaring at the colorful signage.

"I... I am a fighter," she tries to convince herself, voice slightly quivering, and barely audible enough to sound like a whisper.

Her eyes have been glued to the door in front of her for how many minutes now? Five? Thankfully, the hallway's empty; no one's around to spot her struggling to figure out exactly what her preferred manner of knocking would be.

Should I tap with my fingers three times? Slowly? What should I say? Do I open the door right away or wait for a response before I proceed?

With each passing moment, the more frantic she grows and restless she becomes. She's supposed to be meeting someone hereーquite the special person for her, truth be toldーand it's already past the particular time they both agreed to meet at. Repeatedly glancing over to her left, then to her right, and back down to the watch strapped onto her wrist every thirty seconds could only take her so far. She has to decide. Quickly.

But her chest is pounding, hands are trembling, and an almost endless whirl of thoughts making her a little lightheaded.

Great.

Talk about leaving first impressions! And because Chloe couldn't have asked to be in a better state, her brain fails to instinctively register the door suddenly swinging open, thus revealing the very person she is bound to meet merely standing there, right before her eyes, frozen in shock.

"Chloe!"

The evident surprise in Rutile's tone brings her back to her senses. And with her senses regained, comes a wave of panic crashing over her entirely.

"R-Rutile!?" The internal wince she has to endure as her pitch rises to a volume higher than the clouds outside that day could ever reach. "Wh-where are you going...?"

"Oh, thank goodness you're here, Chloe!" Rutile exclaims, sighing deeply in utmost relief. "I was so worried, I thought something might have happened. I was just about to go look for you!"

Chloe could very well recognize butterflies fluttering in her stomach, whenever she feels them. And there's definitely a whole army residing in her tummy right now. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" the blonde asks again, eyes filled with nothing but genuine concern, carefully examining each and every facial feature of hers.

"I am!" Chloe rigorously nods her head, hopefully enough to be able to convey her assurance. "I'm... I'm alright. Really."

A short pause. The air surrounding themーit's quiet, but also quite thick and tensed.

Rutile has yet to tear her solid green gaze away from Chloe. Any longer this goes on, the redhead isn't too keen about being able to decently handle its consequences.

And how can she, really? When she's always had this biggest crush on Rutile.

Rutile Flores. The school's most prided model. She's kind, caring, and beautiful. She's easy to get along with, has great style, and is extremely popular across campus grounds. Anyone's bound to fall for her plenty charms!

But Chloeーthe good, little, aspiring designer that she isーcould only go as far as hope to have her feelings noticed; and even farther be reciprocated. Not like she thinks she stands little to no chance at all in the first place, though.

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to promise me that you'll tell me if anything's wrong," Rutile abruptly says, much to Chloe's astonishment. 

Taken aback slightly, Chloe brings her eyes up to meet Rutile's. The expression on the latter's face remains stern, but Chloe can tell she's only saying these purely out of her best intentions. Something she would very much love to hear, and something she greatly appreciates.

"Would that be alright? I promise I'll do the same for you," Rutile hastily adds. 

Nothing's wrong with being a bit too trusting, yes? Especially considering the circumstances at hand, Chloe discerns, with the tiniest sparkle of hope she forever carries in her, that maybe, just maybe, she actually deserves a shot at this.

In a heartbeat, the redhead replies with a smile, "Sure. I promise."

~~~~~

Chloe has had a lot of battles in her life.

She would bravely conquer one after another, like the true warrior she is. It's the experiences of this kind that helped convince her that she can do anything, so long as she perseveres in it. But never once did she anticipate a measuring tape to be the one battle that gave her the most trouble in years.

Come on... Come on...!

She mentally cheers herself on and on. The measuring tape she's working with has constantly been getting stuck in between her fingers as she tries her best to note all of Rutile's measurements down on her notebook.

"Ack!" And there it goes again.

"A-Are you okay...?"

It's so frustrating, honestly. When she found out from a club announcement that Rutile's in need of an outfit or two to represent their school at an upcoming event, Chloe gathered up a lifetime's worth of courage and immediately offered her aid. Which, to her surprise, Rutile herself graciously accepted.

The stakes are high. I can't mess up, Chloe tells to herself in her head, I just can't!

But how, exactly, can she not mess up? She's practically, physically, prestigiously a mere couple of inches away from her biggest crush!

"Uhm," Rutile curiously jives in. "How are my measurements going, Chloe?"

"Oh! Er-pretty good, actually." Chloe lets out a nervous laugh. "I... just need to take the length of your arms and we're all good!"

"Wow... That's amazing! You really are something. Thank you, my dear Chloe!" 

After jutting the last set of numbers she recalls down on paper and upon realizing what she had just been called, Chloe's face then subconsciously zooms back up too closely to Rutile's that she yelps and jolts several steps away on reflex, causing her to lose the balance on her feet. Luckily, Rutile reaches out just in time to pull Chloe back towards her body to prevent her from completely falling flat on the ground.

"Careful, Chloe!"

Surreal. The only word to ever describe it all. Chloe could almost mistake this as another one of her many, bittersweet dreams at random nights. If it really is a dream, then perhaps it's alright to remain asleep for a little while longer; maybe at least until she witnesses the end of this beautiful story.

But if it isn't just a 'dream'...

"Please don't hurt yourself, Chloe." There is a hint of pain lingering in each of Rutile's words that touches the core of her soul. The redhead still could barely believe it.

With a heart as light as the threads that seem to have magically tied their fates together, Chloe leaves her answer drifting amidst the calm, early autumn breeze, entering the room through parted curtains of opened windows.

"I won't." A meaningful smile is shared between two lost hearts; now found. "That's a promise. Thank you, Rutile." 

[hotarutranslations]

There Was A Lot of Happiness In Miyagi

Evening

Today was a day in Miyagi😌🤍

khb East Japan Broadcast "Totsugeki! Namaiki TV"

We got to make a live appearance🎈

I've visited in 2012..and 2015.. Somehow today, its amazing, They even showed footage from those times in the introduction🥹ྀི🥹ྀི

I had joined a year ago,

I was kinda mature!? Homma-san said that about 18 year old me I had gotten a bob I wonder if your air changes from cutting your hair☺️ I said that…

I'm thoroughly 27

I'm reallyyyy happy about, Being able to go on like this before graduating

Introducing the album, Homma-san said, That they liked "Suggoi FEVER!"🫶🏻

When we released it as a single, he said he was drawn to the nostalgic sound…

Thank you very much🫶🏻

tbc East Japan Broadcast-san "GoGo Hamikoi Radio na Kibun"

We got to go on live radio🎈 I went on with Oda in August, I had just been helped by them As always, thank you very much

I always listen to them personally

Going on with Yumigeta Ako-chan this time, You're level headed~~ She received some reassuring words as well

By all means give it a listen on radiko🎈

Even if you're graduating, by all means.. I was really happy that they said this, I thought, I'll have to do my best

Thank you very much🫶🏻

Miyagi TV-san "OH! Bandeis"

We made a live appearance in front of the station🎈

I also was helped by them here, In August with Oda Its right in front of Sendai station, The scenery was Christmas-y..how fast..

I'm happy I was able to go on again before graduating

I said, since its cold!!! I asked for 2 of the strongest hand warmers, It was cozy☺️🫶🏻

Since it was the x2 strength hand warmers, Actually after at the event, I really wasn't very cold~~~

Announcement of releasing the album "Professionals-17th" on November 27th

There is a live in Miyagi on November 25th (But the tickets are already sold out, I can't just say, really, thank you for this.. though)

For myself on December 6th, my graduation performance Since there will be nationwide live viewing, Please watch over me, everyone in Miyagi

⚠️Live Viewing Preorder Lottery (Deadline the 24th)

It was a day where I conveyed that a lot🎈

For the interview shoot at tbc East Japan-san, and the interview shoot at NHK Sendai-san, I was interviewed by Kahoku Shimpo-san

They gave me time to talk about Tohoku deeply, I'm reallyyyy happy about that

Everyone in Tohoku! Since I'll let you know later,

Please definitely check it out🍀

The other day, when I went with Mei to Hokkaido Again, Since I'll have to make announcements about it..

Please definitely check the Hello Homepage!

At the end of today, There was a talk & farewell meet at EBeanS shop🎈

Thank you very much~~

It seems like it was particularly cold in Sendai, To have so many of you gather even though its cold, Thank you very much

I got to see a lot of happy looking faces, I'm happy about that🪽

Lets meet again~~

Thank you very much🤍ྀི🤍ྀི🤍ྀི

Photobook On Sale🤍

Play▶️List

Morning Musume '24 Ishida Ayumi Graduation Commemoration "Graduaton Memorial CD"🍀

Preorder Deadline is November 22nd🍀

Also, older photos are being rereleased

📚 Released October 30th "Gekkan Entame" Ishida x Oda

→Thank you very much to the many who have already voiced having read it🎈

Releasing November 9th "BOMB" Ishida x Oda

→It has the atmosphere of loungewear~ so by all means🎈

Releasing November 15th "EX Taishuu" Ishida x Inoue x Yumigeta

→We had a talk about the album release, and towards my graduation🎈

Releasing November 22nd "Up To Boy" Ishida x Oda x Makino

→Everyone is wearing a blue outfit, There was dancing, emotions, and fun🎈

Preorders Ongoing Please Definitely Check It Out

On non-no-san, The first in my commemorative graduation series released

🌙"Tohoku and "Connection"" Love for my hometown, becoming a beloved idol

🕺 ""Connection" With Dance" Whether its within Hello Pro or away at Fests. The Groups First Dance Machine

Please definitely read it

📺Morning Musume Happy Daisakusen

Show titled as such on Hulu-san👑 Streaming starts on October 19th

fufufu watch this

📺Sendai Broadcast "Ara Ara Kashiko"

I appear once a month as part of the AraKashi Family

The previous shows, and makings, are on OX VIDEO STORE!

📺Hello Pro Dance Every other Thursday at 11:30PM~

Season 12 will start airing, On October 17th (Thurs)🕺

Thank you for following.. Instagram💙🩵

💿 August 14th new single✨ "Nandaka Sentimental na Toki no Uta/saiKIYOU"

Thank you very much 🏅 For Oricon Weekly Chart #1🏅

💿November 27th New album✨

Professionals-17th

This is the last CD release for Ishida "Yuukan na Dance" is being performed at autumn tour It Includes 8 new songs, with a total of 13 songs

Look forward🕺

🪩"Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Autumn WE CAN DANCE!"

Its Ishida Ayumi's last tour💙 I'm looking forward to seeing you

📻Morning Musume '24 Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~

Airs Every Saturday, On Radio Nihon at 12:00AM~

Past Broadcast Episodes Are Available →Program Details

see you ayumin <3 https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12875642963.html

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Too Old For This - Chapter 28 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

There was something particularly annoying about working full-time. It meant Zachary didn't get to see Leroy very often because they were both swamped with work.

They did meet up here and there but one or the other was constantly tired.

Sometimes both of them were and they'd spend the evening curled up in bed, fading back and forth from being awake to being in a deep sleep.

Zachary still treasured these moments though but he wished he could do more... talk more, plan more, especially now that things between them were more tender.

The uncertainty had cleared and made way for longing that they'd not had time to address.

"Are we stopping at the next street?" the cab driver asked, making Zachary look away from the window of the back seat.

"Yes," he said with a nod, turning back to face the passing houses.

He was in a cab to Leroy's place now.

It wasn't one of their after-work sleepovers this time.

It was Friday evening and there was a coming long holiday and the two had planned to spend the entire weekend together at Leroy's place.

Emilia had pestered Zachary about coming to her fair, so they'd also be going to that on Monday.  

When the cab came to a stop in front of the Adkin's home, Zachary got out and made his way to the front door.

He rang the doorbell, remembering the first time he'd been here... so unsure of himself that he'd practiced what to say when Leroy opened the door.

This time he just waited, listening to the sound of footsteps before watching the door handle turn.

Leroy's face looked through the slight opening... a dimpled smile plastered on his face.

"You're here," the younger man said, smiling at the older man.

"It wasn't a hassle getting here, by yourself."

"It wasn't," Zachary said, feeling his expression soften as he looked at Leroy.

It was getting a little dark, seeing as it was seven in the evening on a Thursday afternoon.

Zachary watched Leroy nibble on his lips as the younger man moved to the floor.

He noticed that... they both couldn't look at each other for very long. It often was intense, steering feelings that would make the decent public blush.

"We're having dinner in a few minutes. Would you like to drop your stuff upstairs first?" Leroy asked, stepping aside so Zachary could walk in.

The older man nodded, his head looking in the direction of the hallway.

"You're here," Emilia said from the living room, making Zachary look over to the sofas in the living room and sure enough, Leroy's sister was curled up in one of them, waving aggressively at him.

He managed to wave back, muttering a 'hey' that she definitely could not hear.

"Is he going to have dinner with us?" Leroy's mother asked from the kitchen, sticking out his head.

"Yeah," Leroy said, reaching out to touch Zachary's shoulder.

"We'll be down in a bit," he added, reaching out to take Zachary's bag from him.    

"Okay, we're having cod. I hope that's okay with you?" Leroy's mother asked and Zachary nodded before looking over at Leroy who'd tugged at his arm again.

They went upstairs and Leroy opened the door to his room before standing aside.

Zachary walked in, dropping his overnight on the floor next to Leroy's bed.

"I'm excited," the young man said, closing the door behind him before looking over at Zachary who'd made himself comfortable and sat at the edge of Leroy's bed.

He smiled at Zachary, resting against his bedroom door as he took a good at the older man.

"I've been looking forward to this. We've not had a lot of time for a while. With all your deadlines, the new business coming in at my department..." Leroy trailed, sighing as he watched the small smile form on Zachary's face.  

He'd noticed it before but Zachary had a very strong face... a sharp jawline and cheekbones to die for.

Leroy couldn't make up his mind about if he preferred the older man to wear his hair away from his face like he was right now with the two huge French braids.

Or if he preferred the man's hair loose and wild, obstructing his face and piercing hazel eyes.

He wanted to touch the man's hair, gently pull it his hair down so that he could watch the thousands of expressions that crossed his eyes when they touched.  

"Leroy?" the younger man blinked, realizing that he'd spaced out.

"Hmm?" he muttered, standing up straight as he rubbed the back of his neck and hoped that Zachary hasn't said anything important in the past few minutes.

Zachary looked like he was concentrating.

He sucked in his lips, then sighed before mumbling under his breath

"I was just asking if could... I was wondering if we could have sex today?" Leroy's eyes went wide and then his lips parted before he shut them close again as he tried to construct the thoughts in his head a little better.

"I was already thinking about it..." he admitted, strolling over to the bed, before taking a sit beside Zachary.

"After dinner?"

Zachary shook his head turning towards Leroy, so they were gazing into each other's eyes.

"You know what I mean..." the man trailed looking away.

"Er, since it's a long weekend we could maybe try going a bit further..." he expanded on his thought and Leroy wished the floor would open up and swallow him when he realized what the man was getting at.

"I was thinking you could top but only if you want of course. I can wait as much as you like. I'm just a bit sexually frustrated and it's starting to get to me," Zachary admitted, looking down between them as he let his fingers find Leroy's.

"When we're on the phone and when you come over... it's starting to get ridiculous," he said, chuckling a little bit.

"I want you," he added after a while.

"A lot."

"I want you too," Leroy added.

"But..."

"You can top if you want," Zachary said cutting the younger man off.

"If you're more comfortable with it."

Leroy sighed, scratching just around his hairline.

"It's not that I'm trying to be difficult."

"I know and I'm genuinely okay if you top until you're comfortable with doing something else," Zachary said.

It didn't matter really.

He'd never seen himself as a top in the first place and he'd prepared for it... if one could call excessively masturbating to the thought of your boyfriend just before you met up preparing.

'But still.'

"I won't hurt you, right?" Leroy asked, after a while of silence and Zachary shook his head.

"You're not going to hurt me," he confirmed and Leroy was going to add something when they heard a knock on the door.

"It's time for dinner," Emilia said from the other side of the door, making the two men blink, before standing up.

"We'll be down in a bit," Leroy announced as he listened to the sound of his sister's footsteps fading off into the distance.

"Do you think she caught any of that?" Leroy asked, looking over at Zachary.

The older man shrugged, smiling a bit before chuckling when Leroy raised a brow.    

"I guess I'm just going to pretend she didn't hear," he said, sighing as he walked over to the bedroom door.

"Come on, let's go," he said, opening the door.

They both went downstairs and as Leroy's mother said they had cod.

Zachary stuck to having it without dressing not wanting to risk anything.

The four of them spoke between bites, discussing everything from Emilia's business, the two men's jobs and Zachary's health.

For whatever reason, it didn't feel bad to talk to Leroy's mum about his issues.

The shift from concern to doubt most people displayed when Zachary went off on a tangent about his issues wasn't just something that happened with her.

She sympathized and often spoke about the albeit small health issues she had to bridge the conversation. It was something the older man appreciated.

 After dinner, the two went back to Leroy's bedroom when they were done helping out.  

"I loved watching you talk to my mum today...' Leroy trailed off, walking over to the side of his bed to take a seat beside Zachary.    

The older man smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"She's a treat to talk to," he said, staring at the wall as he thought of his parents.

Even now that he was working and didn't feel too much like a drain on his sister, he was too self-conscious to reach out to them or talk to them casually.

His sister did most of the talking to them and on the rare occasion, they did have something to say to him.

He mostly stayed silent, letting their words blend and roll over his skin like they were just procedural.

Leroy's mum was a big difference.

She was sweet... he'd never seen her angry and the amount of concern she'd shown him about his issues in the small number of times he'd interacted with her was somehow more kindness than either of his parents had shown to him.

Maybe his parents had been kind once... when he was much younger and their frustration with him hadn't grown.

It didn't matter... he didn't remember.

"Are you okay?" Leroy asked, making Zachary blink when he noticed he'd been frowning and staring off into space.

"I'm okay," Zachary muttered, looking at Leroy, whose eyebrows were farrowed in concern.

"Are you sure?" the younger man asked, reaching out to touch Zachary's face.

"Because you looked worried, just then."  

It was sad though, Zachary wasn't going to correct him.

"I'm okay," the older man said, reaching to hold Leroy's hand.

"I promise," he added, watching as Leroy's brown eyes scanned his before the young man gave him a nod.

There was just something about Leroy's mannerisms that made Zachary's heart swell.

He would always remember the way the young man's eyes and eyebrows worked together in an almost cartoonish fashion... they made his face extremely expressive.

It meant Zachary didn't overthink Leroy's words or actions.

It meant that Zachary felt more hilarious than he was when Leroy laughed.

It also meant that Zachary didn't feel like Leroy was pretending to like him or put up with him because the younger man's expressions gave him away.

There was a deep tenderness to how he looked at him and right now Zachary's mind had narrowed down to making Leroy give him that look now.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Thank Me?

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett Locke

I'm beyond thrilled and relieved that Finnegan likes the place so much, especially his playroom.

He can change things, of course but at least he has something to work with now.

He's finally in there and rummaging, that's the only way I can describe it. I've seen people mosey around museums much faster.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah, darling?"

"Can we invite Rhys sometime?"

If he likes it enough to show Rhys, he really does love it.

That makes me smile like a doofus. A tired doofus.

"Of course but not this weekend though... I'm wiped."

I may not have worked at Wrecked this week but let me tell you, I worked my ass off.

"No, no, we need quiet time and I love Rhys but he is NOT quiet," he says seriously, his hands on his hips.

"No, no he's not."

And neither are you when you're with him.

"Your class starts Monday?"

"Yeah."

It still feels sort of unreal, all of it.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd get accepted and even once I did there was no way I could envision myself actually going.

I'll probably be in a class with a bunch of eighteen-year-olds but the speakers and teachers are fantastic so that's all I care about.

That and the exhibit.

I'm petrified just thinking about it but I know I can use some of my old stuff and then I have to submit something new.

I know the outline and the basics which helps but I'm still worrying myself stupid over it.

"I hope you have a great time and learn all sorts of things. Wait, did you do your dark room?"

"Just some basics, a few tables and a chair I didn't need. I'm actually hoping to learn a lot about development next week so I'll set it all up after."

"So smart."

I don't want to mess with his little head-space but he seems sort of in-between right now.

"Sometime this weekend you'll have to let me know how your day was."

"The time with you has been amazing. Away from you sucked hairy monkey balls."

That's... oddly specific.

"I'm sorry. Anything I can do?"

"Other than come to work with me?" he teases.

At least I hope he's teasing.

"Can you solve my production manager issues? I need to be running two shifts to have any hope of meeting my DoD deadline and... wait, can we go upstairs?"

Definitely not a play-room discussion.

"After you."

We plop onto the sectional which is my favorite thing in the world right now and I pull his feet onto my lap.

"Tell me what's going on."

Ten minutes later I regret asking.

Well, only a little. I regret asking because I feel like I have a good idea but it's so out of my realm and I only know what he's told me that it may be a bit like being drunk.

It sounds really good to me but that doesn't mean much.

"What are you thinking?"

"I shouldn't butt my nose into your business, darling."

"Then why did I bother telling you all that? I'm lightheaded. Seriously, if you have an idea, please feel free to toss it out there."

"It's probably stupid and I get that I don't have all the pieces but it sounds like he has lots to do. Maybe you need a floor manager to handle the shifts and personnel issues so that the production manager can just handle all that crazy machinery that I don't understand."

Honestly though, I'd love to see it.

I love machines and maybe I'll ask for a tour sometime.

He's thinking. I know he's thinking because his tongue is sticking out just a bit.

"He needs a Megan. You're telling me he needs help and you're right, Emmett. We've never done it that way but this is two shifts and I guess it's asking a lot for him to be on call or working sixteen hours a day."

"In America, yes. Unless he's a doctor, firefighter or soldier of course."

And parents, they get run ragged.

"Thank you, Emmett, that helps a lot, actually. Okay, that will wait till Monday. We have two days and you've done so much with the house that, well I was planning on unpacking boxes and moving shit most of the weekend but it's unbelievable, really."

He's about to be disappointed.

"It is far from done."

We could spend an hour on the bathroom tonight and he'd probably need two in his closet. Minimum.

But the bed is made and there's food in the house so it's habitable.

"Do you know where the lube and toys are and can we shower?"

'Um.'

"Yes, yes and yes."

'I think. Yeah. Probably.'

"I don't wanna leave till Monday morning. I'm gonna relax and help you finish the house and spend some time in the basement."

He's gonna fall into little space... I know he is, so I need to ask the important stuff tonight.

"I put your meds in the bathroom but I'm hoping you won't need them much longer."

"I'll stop the anxiety one but I'm gonna take one more sleeping pill tonight... it's hard to sleep in a new house. But hopefully tomorrow will be fine."

He stands up and raises his arms and then yells...

"I love this house," before turning towards me.

"And I love you, Emmett. So much. Thank you for this."

Thank me? I... I can't help but sigh.

He means it though, he will never see this the same way I do.

"I love you too, darling."