#i know its Thursday technically but motivation is weird so

[pokege-ne-project]

>> doing an early fanart friday bc feeling like it wooooo

Feel free to comment/reblog with your own or someone else's blog character and ill make a sketch!!

[juyeonszn]

AND THEN THERE IS YOU

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader (gn technically since there are no gendered terms)

WORD COUNT 1.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒very slight angst like blink and u miss it

WARNINGS another fic of mine that doesn’t require an 18+ warning… fawn in her tamed era 🙏, ur heart will ache from how </3 this is, mentions of divorce, reader had kind of a shitty childhood, reader also has some intimacy issues, hak is the most patient and kind person ever, throws up everywhere bc me when </3

SUMMARY he was content loving you until you were ready to love him.

MORE ANDDDDD my insanity strikes again!!!!1!1!1! aka in my dr. seuss william shakespeare edgar allan poe steven king arc 😍 my inspiration has been crazy lately, so enjoy this before juyeonszn goes into a drought deeper into the semester 😭 ANYWAYS MAE (@maessseongs) HERE U GO!! i kept it fluffier and kinda short bc it just felt right, i hope that’s okay with u! this is the last request from my 100 followers event so far ✨ prompts used are: 2, 7 >:)

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

Relationships were a weird concept to you. Growing up, you’d never really been shown affection. Your parents weren’t the type to pack your lunch for school in the morning and send you off with a peck on the cheek followed by an ‘I Love You’.

In fact, they never told you that they loved you very often. Maybe a handful of times in your whole life did you hear those three words uttered from them. And even less did you hear that they were proud of you. It was worse when you took a step back and watched their own crumbling marriage.

As long as they’d been together, you never heard them tell the other how much they were appreciated. They fought more than they got along. You usually fell asleep to the sound of doors slamming and loud arguing in the hallway. When they finally decided to get a divorce, you almost cried out of joy. They were draining more out of you than each other.

So, perhaps that had to do with your fucked up view of relationships as you became an adult. You could never fully comprehend what love was since you didn’t exactly have stellar role models. Boyfriends came and went, losing interest as soon as they realized how disconnected you were. Your heart was never truly in it.

And then, you met Haknyeon.

Sweet sweet Haknyeon, who only cared about your happiness and your well being. Haknyeon, who didn’t ask you for more than you could give. Who didn’t push you for answers when you shut him out. Who patiently waited on the sidelines while you rebooted yourself.

If there were a higher being out in the universe, they’d done an excellent job at putting all the best qualities into Ju Haknyeon. By some miracle or a stroke of luck, he found his way to you. You’ll always think that he deserves better than you, but you’ll also always be eternally grateful that you have him.

As summer takes its last breath and the air begins to chill, leaves wilting to the streets and crunching below the feet of passersby, your motivation to get up in the mornings has started its tumultuous decline. You don’t know what it is about the change in seasons that continues to put a damper in your mood as the years go on, but it’s become almost too much to bear. It was no longer a dull pressure in the pit of your stomach and the back of your mind. Now it was a heaviness that settled in your heart and weighed you down.

It was a Thursday evening and you were tucked into bed already, despite a peek of the sun still visible over the horizon. Your head was pounding despite the room being silent. You curl into yourself further just as your bedroom door creaks open. Haknyeon whispers an apology, going to exit the room when he sees the state you’re in.

It was standard for him to leave you alone until you were ready to talk. He knew you had a hard time opening up, considering what you’d grown up with, and he didn’t want to be the person who pestered you to tell him what was wrong. He wanted you to feel comfortable coming to him first. Haknyeon couldn’t handle being the reason you were pushed to your breaking point.

But for some reason, this time is different. You don’t want to be left alone. You want to be held. You want him to kiss your forehead and tell you he loves you, unlike what you had when you were younger.

“Hak, wait,” you call, voice slightly hoarse. “Stay. Please.”

He’s taken aback by your request, but doesn’t hesitate to follow through. He climbs into the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your center. In spite of the fact that this wasn’t a usual occurrence, that cuddling was something you’ve only done a couple other times, he embraces you as if this was second nature for him. As if holding you in his arms was his very life source.

“Are you sure?” He asks softly, words spoken gently into your hair.

“Mhm, I want this,” you nod, nuzzling into his arm. “I have never felt this safe with anyone before.”

Haknyeon’s breathing stutters. You’ve never admitted this to him before, you’ve never ever said ‘I Love You’, but he’s always been willing to wait. He understood that this was a new territory for you. He was content loving you until you were ready to love him, even if it took months— even if it took years. That’s how much he cared for you. In his eyes, you were the reason there were stars in the sky. You were the reason why the sun rose in the morning and why the moon shone at night.

He kisses your temple. “I’ll be here to protect you.”

You turn in his arms to get a good look at his face. Because it was so rare that you were this close, you wanted to memorize his features from this distance. You trace his cheekbones and jawline with your thumb, eyes flickering down to his lips.

You lean forward, minimizing the gap between you to press your lips into a sweet kiss, almost as sweet as him. Haknyeon gasps out of surprise, but quickly reciprocates your affection, bringing up a hand to cup your face. He allows you to set the pace, to move at a speed you were comfortable with in case this was all you wanted.

When you pull back to catch your breath, he smiles, taking in how pretty you were. He could never get enough of you. He thinks that was his biggest flaw, being so greedy when it came to you. He couldn’t help but indulge himself every time you let him, though if it were a sin, he’d gladly commit it over and over again.

“However many years we have left, I wanna spend them all with you.”

You feel the tears dripping down your cheeks before you register that you’re crying. You couldn’t possibly fathom how Haknyeon came to find love in the form of you; the hollow shell of a person who’s never felt the warmth of another human in their life. You didn’t think you deserved someone like him. The only logical explanation was that you were a saint in a past life, and the higher being you mentioned earlier was rewarding you for it.

But even so, he loved you. Enough that he wasn’t afraid to spend the rest of his life with you waking up on the other side of the bed.

He swipes away some stray tears with the pad of his thumb and kisses your nose. You let out a small laugh, connecting your lips once more. It conveys all you want to say, but you know saying it out loud will make it concrete. It’ll solidify what you’ve been building up the courage to finally tell him.

“I wanna spend them all with you, too.”

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Week 4 | Term 1

So, I have missed a blog post...

I did write one last Saturday, however, due to technical difficulties, it deleted itself as I was about to post it. And I was really not in the mood to rewrite it. As it was a BIG ONE. 

Lets just say a lot happened in week 3...

Any who, to start fresh, I will talk only about this week. 

Monday I had my typical 1 hour driving lesson with PCYC. Just practiced ‘curb and departure’. 

I had to cram in my English throughout the week as it was due on Thursday. I managed to finished it the lesson it was due. 

All my classes I have been working super hard. Not having time to bludge as if I wish to have free time at home, its best to do as much work in class as possible. 

I honestly don’t remember much that happened this week at school as it was so full on. Both with school and my own home personal problems. 

I know I took Wednesday off as I had the worst cramps and it honestly made me feel sick. 

I have had cramps really bad all week, and they don't seem to be letting off anytime soon... It’s weird as i have never had cramps this bad for this long. 

at least I know I'm not pregnant. 

Friday night me and my partner decided to go out for a simple dinner to Macca’s. We still got dressed up. We just both really didn't feel like doing a lot and we were both craving chicken nuggets. 

Today i was supposed to go uptown with a friend, but they put a rain check on that as they got caught up in other plans. Instead I ran into Coles to grab some quick essentials for the bathroom and then spent today cleaning my room. 

I managed to: 

vacuume 

clean bathroom 

organise bathroom cupboard

make bed

throw out rubbish

put clothes away

wash clothes 

and even eat lunch. 

I’m starting to think I should turn Saturdays into a sort of ‘Self reset’ day. As I keep finding myself having motivation for cleaning and organising after my partner goes to work. 

And since I work super early Sundays, Saturday seems like the day to do it. As I'm too tired Sunday to do it. 

It just means I have to work more efficiently with school work so I don't have so much to do Saturdays. 

Anyway, this blog post is only short. Not much really happened this week. 

Ta for now.

[samdukewieland]

Stuck Inside Media Diary Week 4

On my birthday I made a 100 song playlist for myself with the criteria of choosing my Top 20 favorite bands/musicians, five songs from their catalog-preferably only one song per album-and that was it. This was part-exercise-part-how-do-I-celebrate-myself-and-my-excellently-unique-tastes-on-the-one-day-this-is-allowed. I had already gone through the painstakingly unasked for “challenge” of whittling down of a Top 5 for a project in college and it’s gone unchanged in the past four years, and being the way that I am, I am generally always considering what the Top 10 would be. Anything beyond Top 10 is egregious, but because I was deeply unsatisfied with a 25 song playlist, I just kept going until I settled on 20 and 100. 

It then dawned on me (I couldn’t sleep that night, BIRTHDAY JITTERS and all that) afterwards that this is technically a list of what I’d consider to be the top 100 songs and that was just all wrong. I love every song on that playlist; I chose obvious songs and I chose obscure deep cuts that would make yer average me chuckle and say “heh, that one huh?” But if I were asked to make a list of the 100 greatest songs ever recorded, I don’t think I could leave off something like “Hey Jude” (The Beatles) or “Wonderful World” (Sam Cooke) or “The Champ” (Ghostface Killah) and yet I did. What a dweeb.

Sunday, April 12

Starship Troopers, Verhoeven 1997

Listen, I love Paul Verhoeven. This is my least favorite Paul Verhoeven movie and it’s still incredible. And it’s a me issue too (though, I’m not taking all the blame here-this obvious issues here are that there’s no good actor here besides Michael Ironside, Jake Busey and Neil Patrick Harris), though I think that’s part of the point of it. Or at the very least there’s been enough revisionist history and nostalgia slapped onto this thing that Denise Richards gets a pass-“well yeh, she’s bad on purpose” they’ll say; this movie is lemonade.

Three Busy Debras, “Sleepover!”

Probably the biggest difference between Three Busy Debras and Stella (which is what Three Busy Debras reminds me of the most) is that Stella was so unconcerned about saying anything about anything. This is not a knock on Debras, not in the least bit, but that’s ultimately what I landed on when I was thinking about the two next to each other. Three Busy Debras is very good and very, very funny and reminds me of one of my favorite television comedies to ever exist.

Beef House, “Boro”

When I went and saw Tim And Eric’s live tour back in January they were going to show the first episode of Beef House after the main show, but then they surprised us by having John C. Reilly come out as Steve Brule and do a bit with an audience member for like 15 minutes, probably less time. Watch Beef House if you like Tim and Eric, but you already know that if you do.

Joe Pera Talks With You, “Joe Pera Lights Up The Night With You”, “Joe Pera Talks to You About the Rat Wars of Alberta, Canada (1950–Present Day)”

At this point you can tell that I probably just turned on Adult Swim after finishing Starship Troopers and just kept it on, because a Sunday night on Adult Swim is the only thing that could rival an HBO Sunday night. Alright, so I had only ever seen one episode of Joe Pera Talks With You before these two episodes and I liked it fine, but didn’t have great context for it and was probably just not in a great headspace for it. Sure, I liked it fine back when I had watched that episode, but I was not motivated to continue watching it and I didn’t. Until this particular night. I know for sure that I’ll be writing more about it next week, so I’m just going to say now that this makes for incredible “watch before bed” programming.

Mad Men, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” [Series Premier]

And thus the great Mad Men re-watch has begun. I’ve only watched this all the way through once and that’s when I got caught up on the DVDs for season 4 back was when I was in high school. This pilot is one of the most pilot-y pilots I’ve seen/re-watched in a long while, and maybe it’s so glaring to me because of what I studied in college and how I just generally spend a lot of my time as a person. But it’s a very old fashioned pilot, maybe the last prestige TV classical pilot? You just don’t see very many shows now that have their first episode be as thirsty for another shot as this one is. Not bad, but more just very in your face.

Monday, April 13

Rashomon, Kurosawa 1950 [this might be available on Criterion-I just DVR’d it]

Baby’s first Kurosawa. This one has really stuck with me, just in its simplicity in telling a story and I’m going to stop talking about it here, one because like we really need another 26-year-old white dude talking about Akira Kurosawa movies and two, should I continue to talk about this movie, I will turn even more into what I hate and who I consider to be my arch-enemies: the film school kids.

Parks And Recreation, “Rock Show” [Season 1 finale]

Whenever I start a Parks re-watch, I always start with “Rock Show.” It’s now just in full fledged Simpsons territory that I wouldn’t be able to tell you how many times I’ve seen certain episodes and that it is incredibly comforting to watch where I can turn off brain while watching, but know exactly when to start re-paying attention because of jokes I like. I don’t know when it’ll be as recognized as The Simpsons (maybe it never will be?) or seen as the true predecessor, but it’ll feel good once it does. Though if there’s a show that demonstrated how irrelevant recognition for hard work was, it was Parks.

Tuesday, April 14

The Wicker Man, Hardy 1973 [as of now this is available on Netflix]

I feel confident that I’ve lied to friends of mine about having seen this movie. Pretty easy to do, considering it’s a pretty straight forward story and you can get by with saying stuff like “I mean yeh, it’s just like a pretty fucked up movie.” And it is! on both accounts. Though I guess not as unsettling as I figured it would be, but as soon as the animal masks come out I did get squirmy. That and choir singing folk music with vaguely disturbing lyrics juxtaposed over not totally right images-it’s like the opposite feeling when someone uses “Perfect Day” too ironically.

Better Call Saul, “Bad Choice Road”

Kim. Wexler. I guess what I love about Vince Gilligan is that he zags (though zagging in this case is kind of old fashioned) and saves his big thing to happen for a season’s finale and not the penultimate episode. But he doesn’t rob you of a wild penultimate episode either-just kind of nice and takes confidence.

Parks And Recreation, “Pawnee Zoo”

Wednesday, April 15

Obvious Child, Robespierre 2014 [as of now this is available on Netflix]

Got sick Wednesday night, ralphed twice!, and needed something I absolutely didn’t have to think about. I had started watching this probably like a year and a half ago in a waiting room while my mom was getting some kind of dental procedure done and had never picked it back up after putting 20 minutes down. It’s good, though I think it resonates better for other people than it did with me, but that’s no knock. Loved very dialed in Gaby Hoffmann and it feels like Max Silvestri mighta supposed to originally have the Jake Lacy part, but Jake Lacy is contractually obligated to play this sort of part whenever it is written into existence every year or so. Tough break.

Parks And Recreation, “The Stake Out”

Thursday, April 16

Targets, Bogdanovich 1968

I caught this recommendation from....I think Matt Singer on twitter and also @nextontcm​ (which is a first tier twitter follow) and man, this thing is great! I forgot that Bogdanovich comes from the Roger Corman school of directing, but ole Rog doesn’t let you forget with this one. It’s a movie I would imagine Steven Soderbergh really likes (and I say that, because The Limey is the only other movie that I know of that uses another movie’s footage in reference to one of the characters in the movie-like I’m sure there’s other, I haven’t seen every movie, leave me alone). TCM’s apparently doing a podcast series on Bogdanovich, which is kind of weird, but he did a short interview with Ben Mankiewicz afterwards and it was hilarious, because surprising no one, Peter Bogdanovich really doesn’t give a shit about what he says anymore.

Top Chef, Season 17 episode 5

This was the first time in Jen’s Top Chef career where she didn’t fall victim to the yips, which shows progress. But it’s also helping make the case that Jen Carroll might be the worst evaluated draftee in all of Top Chef? That sounds harsh, and I have no doubt that Jen Carroll is phenomenal, this just doesn’t seem to be her strength; there’s no rule that says competitive people have to always be good at what they get competitive about.

Mad Men, “Ladies Room”, “Marriage Of Figaro”

It’s weird seeing Don not as partner, but just a dude who’s really good at his job that people respect, but is also not in charge of everything and doesn’t aspire to be in charge of everything. Though not without trying to be in control of everything. I haven’t watched this since I was in high school, so I’ve both forgotten a lot of stuff and also just like know more about life and characters and didn’t realize how sad of a character Pete is. Man, Vincent Karheiser really doesn’t get enough credit for how good he is as Pete Campbell, a character who could’ve easily been just another Christopher Moltisanti (full disclosure: Christopher is in contention for favorite Sopranos character) and is so much sadder in a different way. 

However, I’m still just dumb guy, and maybe that’s not the complete reason, but there’s some Betty stuff that is just like not very interesting. I think if they had gone down an avenue of “let’s try and radicalize her with Kennedy” story, that would’ve worked better than other stuff, but I don’t know. Betty’s complicated! But that she has to be the character that bridges Glen’s story to the main one is incredibly detrimental.

Friday, April 17

Parks And Recreation, “Beauty Pagent”

Brooklyn Nine-Nine, “Ransom”

Every season needs at least one Cheddar episode. This is not at all a controversial opinion, but it’s worth saying out loud in case anyone thought differently.

Big Night, Scott & Tucci 1995 [as of now this is available on Amazon Prime]

When Ian Holm isn’t running away with this, Isabella Rossellini (Big Beef and Cheddar in hand) is and when Isabella Rossellini isn’t running away with this, Minnie Driver is and when Minnie Driver isn’t running away with this, Tucci and Sheloub just keep passing it back and forth to each other while Liev Schreiber just silently stares at them from afar. This is a fantastic way to spend a Friday evening.

Mad Men, “New Amsterdam”, “5G”

Saturday, April 18

Parks And Recreation, “Practice Date”, “Sister City”, “Kaboom”

“Practice Date” is the first “modern” episode of Parks. “Sister City” feels like one they had drafted for S1 and just couldn’t figure out how to get it in there (it’s definitely not a bad episode, but it feels way more like steps backward than forward). “Kaboom” is a wonderfully silly episode and a great debut for Aisha Muharrar (who is a Tier 1 Parks writer-please don’t ask me to rank them).

Defiance, Zwick 2008 [as of now this is available on Netflix]

I had never watched this movie, because in the back of my head I’ve always suspected it would be real dumb and bad, because a WWII movie with Daniel Craig and Liev Schreiber, on paper, should be something people talk about more, but nah, this thing’s real dumb and bad. But not even fun-bad, just forgettable bad. It’s dumb-guy-Munich. 

Mad Men, “Babylon”, “Red In The Face”, “The Hobo Code”, “Shoot”

The Dick Whitman childhood really suffers from Al Swearengen just having a much better “raised by whores” story and also you can tell that Matthew Weiner thinks he’s doing important work by writing this stuff. And not to sound like a blog from 2007-2015, but Rachel really was the perfect match for Draper, holy shit. It’s also this stretch of episodes where Peggy starts to shine and Elizabeth Moss is definitely someone I take for granted, because I don’t really have to think about how good she is, because I know she’s good, but man she is really good at playing Peggy Olson. What an MVP.

[kootenaygoon]

So,

The Nelson Daily had scooped us. 

It was a Thursday morning at the Star and we were right in the thick of production day when I saw a new story pop up in my social media feed: a local pot dispensary had been evicted from two different locations, and now the owners were noisily complaining about it. The main photo featured proprietor Kyle Lindroos and some other guy I didn’t recognize, striking defiant poses as they held up their eviction notice to the camera. I’d been sitting on my hands for months when it came to pot reporting, and now somebody had beaten me to it.

“You see this, about this pot dispensary getting evicted?” I asked Greg. 

“Apparently the cops can’t actually arrest them or fine them or anything, so they just lean on the landlords until they kick them out.”

Greg smirked. “That’s one way to do it.”

Though Nelson was considered the weed capital of B.C., the topic wasn’t raised much around the Star office. My habitual pot smoking was a secret, though it wasn’t exactly well kept. I’m sure Tamara and Calvin had each smelled it on me at least once, but neither had said anything. Greg had grown up in the Slocan Valley, where weed was ubiquitous, but he was a teetotaler himself. He explained to me one afternoon that his mind was so precious to him that he hated the idea of anything compromising it, be that alcohol or drugs. That didn’t make him pro-pot or anti-pot, it just meant there was a realm of experience he was choosing not to have. 

I wondered if those experiences were really worth it, if I really believed in the way I was living my life. I told myself cannabis stoked my creative fires and helped me navigate my depression, but I was starting to experience some pretty nasty side effects too. I wished I had more control.

When it came to actually reporting on the issue, I was well poised. I’d developed a relationship with Phil McMillan, who loved to stand outside his club and tell long-winded jokes that ended with him doubling over with laughter. He was an excellent source of gossip, and had stories reaching back decades. The dude was mountainous, with cigarette-stained teeth, a grey-streaked beard and a pony tail. I described him as a benevolent yogi that didn’t actually do yoga. I’d approached him a few times to see if he was interested in doing a Star story in the lead up to legalization, and every time he told me the same thing: he had a comfy arrangement with the cops as long as he flew under the radar, and that’s what he intended to do. It had been working for him since 1999, and he wasn’t going to change things up now. 

Then Kyle Lindroos blew up the radar. The guy was so far out of his depth it was hard to decide whether it was comic or tragic, especially because he was obviously throwing himself into the endeavour with such earnest abandon. He had begun using cannabis after injuring himself on the job, and was now passionate about sharing it with the world. And he wasn’t just offering plain old weed; he also had edibles, tinctures and a variety of other extracts. According to him, this was all motivated by a passion for health care. To prove this he showed me his tattoo of the Egyptian alchemist god Thoth, which also featured flakes of weed being transformed into liquid gold. 

He called out Nelson’s secretive culture.

“We all pretend it doesn’t exist, which creates a terrible dynamic. Everybody isn’t being up front like in the rest of the world, where they’ve realized pot is no big deal. Here in the Kootenays we’re still holding onto prohibition, which is weird,” he said. 

“I’ve been traveling around Canada trying to educate people about extracts, edibles. I’ve been providing services for the past three years.”

As we were copy-editing the following issue a few days later, with the cannabis story running on the front cover, I watched as Ed read it over at his desk. He sighed multiple times, scratching out typos and circling errors. He reached the part about Kyle’s tattoo, and read it out loud to Tamara. He chuckled to himself. Once he was finished he came over to go over his notes.

“This kid sounds like quite the character,” he said. “So you actually went in this place when it was open?”

“Oh, it was ridiculous. He’s just some pot dealer who had two grand for rent. Total gong show.”

“There’s going to be more places like this coming. This could end up being one of those stories that keeps on giving.”

“Seems to me like everyone’s aiming to elevate their game now. There’s a new dispensary coming to Front Street that’s supposed to be super corporate-looking, like being in a McDonald’s or something.”

Ed pursed his lips. “I wonder what the accepted protocol is about doctor’s notes, and getting access. Is it exclusively medicinal at these establishments?”

I shrugged. “Medicinal or recreational, I don’t actually think it makes much difference. I mean technically these places are supposed to require some sort of paperwork, but in reality I think it’s pretty laissez-faire.”

“As this develops, it would be nice to understand the nuances around that. I think that’s the big question most people have, is are they just handing this stuff out to anyone who walks in off the street? What rules are they following?”

“Well, they don’t sell to anyone underage obviously. But even that, I dunno. Like Kyle was pretty much just selling to whoever. He wasn’t even pretending to have a verification process or anything.”

Ed nodded. “That’s potentially why he was targeted, then.”

“Oh, totally. I mean Phil’s been running his shit without any sort of conflict or interference for years now, and it’s because he knows how to keep his nose clean and toe the line with the cops. Everyone else just needs to figure out how to fall in line.”

At that time individual U.S. states were beginning to legalize cannabis, starting with Washington and Colorado, and there was a sense in the community that we were being left behind. If Canadians could cross over the border to a more developed market, then Nelson would be losing its pot tourism to the south just as Deb Kozak had predicted during the municipal election. That being said, she wasn’t being especially vocal on the industry’s behalf, choosing instead to distance herself from the topic completely. (”I’m not the pot mayor,” she said.) That seemed like a strategic move to me, like she was playing politics, and it felt like a betrayal to the voters who had hoped she was going to be their champion. I decided I wasn’t going to let these authority figures hide behind secrecy and silence anymore -- this shit was happening, right in front of our faces, and it seemed silly not to acknowledge it. Not only that, Herb Couch had correctly pointed out that the local police policy on cannabis had potentially far-reaching implications for a huge number of citizens, including our youth. This wasn’t just an issue relevant to growers and dealers, but also consumers. If the city was going to embrace a certain approach, I wanted to make sure it was being scrutinized thoroughly.

When I reached out to the NPD for comment, Holland deferred to his deputy chief Paul Burkart. He was a towering bald soccer coach with a quick smile and a firm handshake, a local boy with daughters at the high school. I could tell he was trying to be as open-minded and progressive as he could be, but it was clear that he was frustrated by the new influx of dispensaries and unclear about how exactly to deal with them. It certainly wasn’t a police responsibility to regulate a new market, but they also didn’t want people slinging pot willy nilly. This latest tactic of using landlords to evict dispensaries would only work for so long, and he said at times it felt like they were that little Dutch boy from the parable, the one blocking a flood with his finger in the dike. Not only that, who wanted to waste time on policing pot when they were already being stretched to capacity dealing with both the mental health and opioid crises?

“My editor Greg says these places are popping up like Starbucks,” I said. “And sooner or later it’s pretty obvious we’re going to have to come up with a better long-term plan.”

Burkart sighed. “Somebody, it won’t be us, will have to come up with regulations. They’ll have to explore the fees, the rules. That’s exactly what Vancouver is looking to do now.”

“How quickly do you think that will happen?”

“Things don’t move very fast with the government, so it might be a while before we see any real movement. In the mean-time they’ve kind of left us holding the bag.”

When the interview was over, I asked Burkart a few additional questions. I wanted to make sure I had a proper lay of the land. I told him I knew about three dispensaries: the compassion club run by Phil, this evicted one run by Kyle, and Niles’ operation. Was that all of them? Did he know how many more were coming, and where they would open? He told me they were hoping to keep them off Baker Street, but he wasn’t sure they’d be able to successfully do that. He hadn’t heard of any others, but it was clear that there were many in the works.

“We’re just going to have to see how this plays out,” he said.

The Kootenay Goon

[naomi-l-tiessen-blog]

Tips on Breaking Out of Your Writing Hiatus

Helllllooooo everybody ~

Happy Thursday Blogday!

Well, we’ve all been there. We didn’t mean for it to happen, but it just…did.

We stopped writing.

Life got busy. I’ve never been a fantastic multi-tasker, and back in the summer of 2016, it seemed like suddenly everything was happening at once. I was playing roller derby, and had practice 3 times a week. I was still working full-time at the hospital. And on top of it all, I was in the process of moving to a different city, soooo packing, packing, packing. As much as I didn’t want it to, writing sort of went onto the backburner, and then it slipped off completely. And I let it. I didn’t even think twice about letting it not be a priority. One week became one month, then two months, then three months, and then I stopped counting.

So, when the time came that I finally decided to pick up the pieces of my nearly finished manuscript, I was sort of at a loss of what to do. I had stopped in the middle of a chapter (ouch), and said chapter was a heavy duty one (double ouch). I had no clue what to do. I knew that I had overcome the hardest part by accepting the fact that I had screwed up, but somehow, it didn’t seem as simple as sitting down and writing again. In truth, I didn’t feel worthy to write. I almost felt like I needed to confess my sins, plead for forgiveness from my abandoned novel baby, and join a Seven Steps Program or something.

All this sound familiar?

I have done a good chunk of research, and have come up with ten useful tips on how to overcome the mountain that is known as Hiatus. Some of these may work for you, and some of them may make you cringe so hard it looks like you’re seizing. But whether all of them apply to you or not, they are still little gems to put in your writer bank!

1) So, first and foremost, allow yourself that pity party your brain is begging you to have. Eat junk food, wallow in guilt, maybe cry a little (ahem *points to self* moi), and procrastinate a bit more. Get it out of your system. And then, when you are finally ready to face the music (…manuscript?), move on. I know, I know, weird tip right? “But Scarlette, everyone else tells me to stop beating myself up immediately!” Ooook. Well, you’re going to feel guilty regardless of whether I tell you to or not. So let’s all just be real about this. You’re a human being. You feel things. You’re going to feel guilty about abandoning your baby and letting it collect dust. You’re going to want to beat yourself up about it. Use that to push yourself forward. Do it. Do ittttt. And then carry on.

2) Start slow. Maybe do some writing challenges or exercises. Do a writing prompt or two...whatever it takes to get the brain juices flowing (ugh...that sounds nasty). For me, I went back momentarily to fanfiction. Writing fanfiction was my safety blanket for a long time, and it felt nice to be on familiar ground while I more or less tried to un-rust myself. And really, much to my relief, it didn’t take long to get my groove and confidence back. One thing to keep in mind is that it's not a race; you need to figure out what works best for you to get back in the swing of things. It may take a couple writing prompts, or it might take an entire fanfiction. Go at a pace that is good for you. Your novel baby knows you are working hard. It’s not going anywhere. It’ll be there when you are ready. It’s not a race. Unless you have an epic deadline….then this is super awkward…may I refer you to my previous blog regarding motivation?

3) Do research. And by research, I mean reading. A lot of it. And I don't know about you, but sometimes when I'm reading, I'll find myself thinking, "Well fuck, I could've written this better." Yes. Hell yes. Use that. DO THAT. GET WRITING.

4) Once you are actively writing, allow yourself to get into the groove, and don’t stop. Unless you desperately need a pee break, sustenance in the form of snacks and liquids, or it’s a family emergency, don’t stop. Whether it’s for a page, or thirty minutes, or 500 words, or an entire chapter/scene, write your little cynical, introverted heart out. You’re going to force that groove out of its hiding place, the stubborn bastard.

5) Set a concrete, measurable goal.  “Write.” is not gonna cut it, trust me. I’ve done it before where I’ll get home after work, look at my Honey-Do List and see WRITE in big, aggressively bold letters staring back at me. I’ll then toss the list aside, grab my video game controller, and say, “Well, technically I wrote all day. Charting on patients counts as writing, right?” No, no it doesn’t. Give yourself something to work towards, such as a word count, page number, or set a timer and tell yourself that you’ll write for the next hour without stopping.

6) Don’t edit as you go. For the love of God, don’t edit as you go. Accept the fact that you are going to be rusty, and move on. Right now, all that’s important is getting words out of your noggin and onto paper. Save the editing for later. That’s what drafts (and drafts, and drafts) are for. The minute you start analyzing what you are writing, you’re going to only focus on how awkward and rough things are sounding, and you’ll lose your gumption to push forward. Instead of thinking, “Writing, writing, writing,” you’ll be thinking, “Shitty, shitty, shitty. Oh God, make it stop.” No. Bad. Don’t do that.

7) Accept the fact that your writing style has most likely changed. It's going to be almost comical re-reading and editing my first draft of HBE, considering I started writing it in 2014 and have grown so much since then. And by comical I mean I'm going to cry. A lot. But that’s the harsh truth of going on hiatus in the middle of a project. Things are bound to change. You aren’t the same writer you once were when you first started. Maybe this change is for the better, or maybe it’s for the worst. But guess what? You won’t actually know the answer unless you START FRICKEN WRITING.

8) Maybe start somewhere you were once really excited about. Now, I don't normally recommend this...I’m a fan of writing in chronological order, but if you are stuck on a killer scene and are dreading going back to it, especially now that you are feeling a bit out of touch with your writer side, maybe start somewhere a bit lighter, easier. Maybe there’s a scene you’ve been dying to get to, and you know that you could totally make that scene your bitch. If the only reason why you haven’t already pounced all over that scene is because of a fear of breaking out of chronological order, then you’re being stubborn and silly. Come on. Try it. Give in to my suave charm and give it a shot. It could be a confidence booster! And then, when you are feeling ready, go back to that killer scene and kick its butt.

9) Build up your habit/restart your ritual. Some people throw dance parties right before they get to writing. Some people like to read right before they dive into their own work as a way to be inspired. I personally like to clean my entire house about 15 times before I finally decide to sit down and write (DO NOT RECOMMEND). What was your previous ritual? Did it work for you? If it didn’t, switch it up! Instead of waiting until nighttime to write, perhaps get to work in the morning when your mind and body are refreshed and not weighed down and jaded by the day yet. Maybe try location writing. I know, I know, the idea of getting out of the house might seem awful and panic-attack inducing, but it might help stimulate your brain juices (ugh…said it again), and inspire you. Find a quiet little coffee shop, or hunker down in the corner of a book store. Get your favorite coffee/tea/cleverly disguised alcoholic beverage (no judgement), and write until closing time. Find a ritual that works for you, and perform it until it becomes a habit. Think of it as your bedtime routine. The moment you start doing this ritual, whether it’s brushing your teeth, washing your face, or putting on your PJ’s (this doesn’t work for me, considering I wear my PJ’s all day), something triggers in your brain, telling it, “Hey, it’s time for bed! Hooray!” The same will happen with your writing routine. The minute you initiate the writing ritual, your brain is going to register what is happening and jump into Writer Mode.

10) Revamp that outline. It's going to help remind you of all the hard work you’ve already put into your manuscript, how far you’ve come, and the fun things to come. Set aside some time to laze out on the couch with a glass of wine, and read your outline from start to finish. Not gonna lie, chances are it’s going to make you cringe a little *once again, pointing to self*. You might find plot holes, or god-awful ideas that sounded so good at the time but what the hell were you thinking? Were you wondering why I mentioned an alcoholic beverage earlier? This is why. You need to sift through all the bullshit and find the reasons why you fell in love with your novel baby in the first place. Get excited all over again. Review it, revise it, love it.

Bonus Tip: When you are done writing for the day and about to pack it in, set yourself up for success. Organize and prepare for your next writing adventure so that it isn't like pulling teeth when you attempt to convert brain vomit into word vomit. Personally, I like to stop in the middle of a sentence. I might know how I want that sentence to end right then and there, but I save it for the next day. So, when I open up my manuscript and see that half-done sentence just begging to be finished, I can easily do it. BAM! First sentence done. Piece of cake. I’M ON FIRE! Now onto the next one. It's a bit of a mind game, I know, but it's also a confidence booster for me.

And that’s it! See, jumping back into that novel doesn’t seem so terrifying now, does it? And keep in mind to take these with a grain of salt; some of these will work for you, and some of them won’t. Everyone is a unique, delicate flower, and not every drop of water from the watering can is going to make its mark on you. God. Cheese please. It sounded so much better in my head.

With that said, I post new blogs every Thursday, and if there is anything you’d like me to discuss, feel free to message me on here, or tweet me @ @ScarletteStone

Until next time, my beautiful, delicate flowers:

Happy writing!

[b4kuch1n]

Question Form RQ03 [special use]*

*Question form edited by MIB Secretariat, used under particular conditions, use authorized by Personnel[redacted] 

R Lounge, MIB HQ, [date/time redacted] 

Teruki HANAZAWA | Minor | Starchild

(There’s no alien prison on Earth. Earth is like a big neighborhood, and the US a particularly noisy block. Convicted criminals leave the neighborhood and go to prison. Which Earth is not. 

So, of course, the place Hanazawa was about to be kept at (really, O.? Really? Kept at?) does not qualify as a prison. 

Technically that is true: it’s as big as a normal lounge and there’s a good-size screen in there and probably Wi-Fi too, even though the filter’s probably tighter than his hair-clogged drain at home. It’s also rumored that you can ask for any magazines in existence, as long as you say “please”. Might also be alcohol in the mini-fridge, which he wouldn’t know was the good stuff or not, since he can get trashed on three shots of anything barely alcoholic ever. 

But if there’s anything his years (has it been years already? Christ, you really don’t feel it while it’s burning bright, do you?) serving the MIB can teach him, it’s that isolation freaks people out. He has yet to come across a race that doesn’t value connection under any form. Someone raised with human values would even be more attached to it. And if there’s something that lounge-for-folks-in-questioning doesn’t provide, it’s a humane connection. 

A week in there for a teenager would make them implode. 

So he presses O. on that issue. “Tell me in less than thirty words what my lounge has less than that one in term of security,” he says, tapping the pen on the glass surface under his hand. 

O. lets out a long sigh. “You.” 

“Excuse you!” he throws his hands up, the pen falling from his grasp perfectly into its slot on the stand, “I’m your recruit, madam! You don’t trust your own employee - is this whole agency already starting to collapse onto itself?” 

Another sigh. “No, Agent R. We’re going steady and strong, with a strict and efficient hierarchy and division. Which dictates that you’re a field agent and not a security officer.” 

“When did I say that I’m replacing security? Lounge R has security like any other place in this whole building. What I’m saying is that I should be added into this scheme.” 

“You know,” O. says, sipping on her chocolate milk, “you’re unofficially still not off the hook on that microwave accident yet. But — ” she cuts him off before he can reciprocate, “ — I see where you’re coming from. And I acknowledge that as a field agent, you know more about this than us pen pushers do. So I’ll see how that goes with the higher up.” 

The other thing being in on the whole alien stuff teaches him, after that many years, is that there’s a rhythm to negotiation. There are good moments in the conversation to push a point, and there are times you can only go that far with the set system. And O. is not a bad boss - she is sensible and smart, and the amount of shit she has to deal with daily is honestly baffling - so even though he does not like to be called out, he knows to back out in front of an incoming misstep. 

That’s how Agent R. finds himself in the people-in-questioning lounge half a day into Hanazawa’s stay at the MIB headquarter, a pint of ice cream in one and a tablet in another, asking the security guy passing by to put on a nature document to fill the silence. 

“Uh,” Hanazawa greets him, “hi. Nice to meet you.” 

“Same to you, kiddo,” he replies, putting down the pint of ice cream. “I just got moved here. Would you mind if I watch my soaps at nine in the evening?” 

Hanazawa stares at him for a very long time. Finally he says, “So you’re the soaps kind of person,” and pulls the ice cream towards himself.)

1. Are you completely aware of your alien heritage?

(”So, Hanazawa Teruki,” he says while Hanazawa’s flipping to the next page on his book, “how much do you know about you being a Starchild?” 

The beat of silence is casually tense, until Hanazawa starts speaking. “Well, I am a Starchild, I know that much.” 

He dutifully types that down on his tablet.) 

2. Are you born on Earth? 

(”You know, it’s really weird,” Hanazawa says, “I don’t know. But memories only go back as far as to when you’re four years old, right? And I do remember being here then. So maybe I was born on Earth.” 

“Just gonna put a ‘maybe’ in here,” he says, typing down a comment on the tablet. “Let the office deal with it.”)

3. Of which heritages are your guardians? 

(The quiet is a bit worrying. 

After the first pint of ice cream has been consumed with a speed that only makes sense in context, he has set up a Code Ice with security so he can wordlessly order ice cream to the lounge at any time. Partly because he feels like he should prepare thoroughly for more urgent situations, but he also just want to alert security when they enter unknown ground. No matter how many times he has dealt with Mob’s more extreme emotions before, he’s still talking to a different, separate individual, who is not Mob, and should not fall under generalisation. 

Hanazawa’s control seems strained, very unlike Mob’s. Mob’s control over his emotions is... motivated. Hanazawa’s, not that much. It’s like a prosthetic at this point - something the kid wears to help him function - but it’s stressing its own wielder out.

“They’re human,” Hanazawa says, finally, but the tension doesn’t leave. “Through and through.” 

He tables any other inquiries on the subject - the main question’s already answered - and holds up the clicker. “I’m gonna call for more ice cream.” 

The big screen flickers a bit, before Hanazawa blinks and grabs at the remote. “Can you call two pints at once?”) 

4. Specify the conditions in which you recognized your alien heritage.

(”...so the accordion fell down from the portable chandelier, and I swallowed it whole, and when I looked back the chicken was pointing a gun at me. I don’t really know what he thought that would even do to me, but I think he was too far gone to care. He fired the gun. Then the van crashed, and he got squished under the shotgun seat, and people were coming over to see what was going on, so I pulled myself together and fell out of the side door to avoid suspicion. I got out of the hospital that evening and came home to think the whole story through, and the chicken might have been tossed into the dump when they inspected the van afterwards. I don’t know where he is now.” Hanazawa stops to change position on the couch. “That was back when I was eight.” 

He taps the tablet screen lightly. “Yeah, I’ve heard about that guy. Got deported, I think-- wait. That accident was on TV, wasn’t it? So you’re that kid?” 

Hanazawa shrugs. “Probably. The news loved me.” He sounds a bit put off by that. 

“The real story’s more interesting anyway,” he says, puts down the tablet and looks at the digital clock in the corner of the big screen. “Jesus Christ, it’s six already?”)

5. Are your guardians aware of your alien heritage? 

(This time Hanazawa replies almost too fast. “I don’t know.” 

He looks up from the tablet, “Huh?” 

“Never tried to ask,” Hanazawa says, just barely faster than his normal speech. “I think my mom does have a vague idea though. I mean telekinesis and such isn’t really normal human traits, right? She should know at least a bit, since I was. Well.” He gestures vaguely with his hands. “Yeah.”

There’s a beat of silence before he can reply. “Doesn’t mean they can let you live alone for three years at the age of fourteen,” he says, calmly. 

Hanazawa looks down. “They really shouldn’t have,” he says with a small laugh. “At least they haven’t cut my card yet.”

The tablet is set down on the table. “No, okay. I’m saying that their decision wasn’t justified, and it still isn’t.” He says, crouching forward a little bit. Hanazawa looks up at him with wary curiosity. “Doesn’t matter the consequence. That is not something guardians do.” 

Hanazawa keeps looking at him for a moment longer, then he shrugs and says dismissively, “That wouldn’t matter now anyway, right?” 

There is too much to that statement for him to address in one single conversation, so he notes down the answer first, just to get his duty out of the way.)

6. Are any groups/individuals with residency on Earth (other than your guardians) aware of your alien heritage? Specify their nature if the answer is yes.

(Hanazawa’s answer is at first morphed beyond recognition, through the mouthful of ice cream he’s currently trying to get down. “You gotta learn some table manners, kiddo,” he says, pushing the button on the remote absentmindedly, checking through the free channels on the network, while the kid frees some more space in his mouth to continue on the current pint. 

“I learn my lessons,” Hanazawa says. 

“Good, good, great. Go over that one again?” 

“Oh, right. The Thursday market.”

“The one on Spice Intersection?” 

“Yep.”

“Who there knows about you?”

Hanazawa scraps the ice cream idly with the spoon. It’s melting a bit. “Well, the market.” 

“Okay.” He notes that down. “Anyone else?”)

(The form is submitted a bit late, but otherwise the Office can’t find any reason to bother them more on that one. He fills out another form not long after that, and by the end of the same day they’re released from the HQ. 

Hanazawa is quiet on the ride back to his apartment, but it’s a serene calm, if a bit thin. They arrive at the block a bit late; the night guard stares at them as Hanazawa climbs out of the car. 

“Good evening, Ben,” Hanazawa waves at him. So that’s where Ben’s gone to after he closed the store on the old street. 

“So,” he says when Ben has looked away. 

Hanazawa takes a deep breath. “So,” he repeats the word. 

Time to fish the keys out of the candy pocket. “Here,” he tosses them to Hanazawa, “this is for my place. Number ten, seventh floor, Fifth street.” 

Hanazawa catches the keys, but for a moment doesn’t seem to know what to do with them. His hand balls up around them, and when he finally finds his voice again, he says, “You don’t need to.” 

“Mob has a set too,” he waves his hand dismissively. “I treat it like a cottage all the time, so why not. Doesn’t hurt to have a second place to crash sometimes.” 

Hesitation shows in the way Hanazawa pockets the keys, but his tone is sincere when he says, “Good. That’s great. Thank you, Sir.” 

Agent R. - Reigen - smiles. “It’s Arataka Reigen. Nice to be in this together.” He holds out a hand for Hanazawa.)

By signing this form, you’ve acknowledged that you’ve read and completely understood the questions asked, and that all of your answers are truthful. Once this form is verified, you will be registered in MIB’s databank as an alien citizen. 

Are you ready to sign and submit this form? 

(Hanazawa shakes his hand.

”Same to you, Mr Reigen,” he says. “That doesn’t rest well on the tongue. I’m just gonna call you Boss.” 

“That’s fair,” says Reigen.) 

Signed, Teruki HANAZAWA

Signed, Personnel[redacted]

[natteryaktoadwidespot]

Day 57

Beech part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167241830020/meanwhile-back-in-widespot-the-beeches-had-a

Beech part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167242770435/virginia-and-gavin-both-had-the-day-off-on-friday

Hartland part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167317117775

Hartland part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167344938825/lily-had-a-locked-baby-want-when-i-opened-the

Hartland part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167349080410/in-the-morning-the-kids-went-to-school-and-lily

Hartland part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167350967705/party-time

Hartland part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167351215025/happy-birthday-promise-shes-popularity-with-a

Mann Girls part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167402912540/across-the-road-juniors-daughters-spent-their

Mann Girls part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167403301150/at-around-10pm-when-everyone-else-was-in-bed-di

Mann Girls part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167403519635/in-the-morning-sol-and-amorie-went-to-work-and

Mann part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167415567245/aden-started-his-thursday-evening-by-inviting-his

Mann part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167416412560/in-the-morning-aden-invited-scarlett-over-mostly

Mann part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167417416465/aden-so-i-was-thinking-we-should-go-on-vacation

Land/Sell: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167462055995/at-the-old-land-place-the-evening-was-a-happy

Hart part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167495425940/dont-get-her-wrong-scarletts-looking-forward-to

Hart part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167496070360/scarlett-ida-what-are-you-doing-all-the-way-out

Hart part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167496310385

Hart part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167511179310/skye-was-haunting-and-scared-both-his-daughter

Hart part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167512009460/in-the-morning-after-fishing-and-noogies-the

Mann Vacation part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167521363305/technically-they-havent-moved-into-this-house

Mann Vacation part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167521744795

Mann Vacation part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167521932790

Mann Vacation part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167522066685

Mann Vacation part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168176793255/the-manns-menn-are-on-vacation

Mann Vacation part 6: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168177360730/scarlett-is-that-the-twins-down-on-the-beach

Mann Vacation part 7: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168177476980/everyone-was-wide-awake-at-2am-so-they-headed-out

Mann Vacation part 8: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168177601975/next-some-ancient-ruins

Mann Vacation part 9: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168177659335/the-ucs-no-match-for-the-grandson-of-rich-mann

Mann Vacation part 10: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168177737220/aden-appears-to-be-very-anxious-to-toughen-his

Mann Vacation part 11: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168230332055/meanwhile-back-in-twikkii-it-was-date-time-for

Mann Vacation part 12: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168230667470

Mann Vacation part 13: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168231082950/when-the-twins-headed-upstairs-for-naps-too-trip

Mann Vacation part 14: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168333813610/i-never-seem-to-manage-to-get-sims-to-be-anything

Mann Vacation part 15: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168351725105/so-they-went-home-to-sort-out-motives-after-that

Mann Vacation part 16: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168351786515

Mann Vacation part 17: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168608016690/home-time-for-the-manns

Cooke: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167599939405

Land part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167617546450/elizabeth-land-is-sailing-the-seven-seas-with-her

Land part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167626204210/mum-mum-josh-is-punching-himself-and-i-cant

Land part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167628445415/sadie-hey-buddy-whats-going-onjosh-nuffin

Land part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167628931285/scot-so-is-he-asleep-now-sadie-yeah-he

Land part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167629372255

Land part 6: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167631603965

Land part 7: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167632611035/sadie-so-yeah-im-pretty-worried-about-him-he

Land part 8: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167632889075/sadie-spent-her-day-gardening-and-all-too-soon

Land part 9: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167633169975/josh-you-dont-really-want-to-take-me-swimming

Gavigan part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167653389315/lydia-tommy-lydia-whatre-you-doing-here-i

Gavigan part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167662254855/lydia-tommy-tommy-i-dont-get-it-lydia

Gavigan part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167662603935/so-tommy-stayed-the-night-and-then-in-the

Ottomas part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167701132565/down-the-road-peter-spent-his-evening

Ottomas part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167702202165/tommy-ended-up-bringing-lydia-home-but-she-didnt

Ottomas part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167702832920/anchor-napped-early-so-was-up-late-first

Ottomas part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167703461370/sharla-hey-ida-are-you-okay-you-sounded-weird

Weiss: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167726983375/its-always-a-quiet-day-at-the-weisses

Newson, Ginger part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167761153610/ginger-took-the-day-off-work-so-she-could-spend

Newson, Ginger part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167761398995/since-it-was-shauns-birthday-ginger-invited-the

Newson, Ginger part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167761481125/shauns-first-action-on-becoming-a-child-was-to

Unity part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167795248170

Unity part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167811030080/ivy-max-i-need-to-talk-to-you-about-what

Unity part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167811353515/ivy-good-morning-maxmax-i-wrote-the-letter

Unity part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167811639160/max-oh-its-you-ivy-right-lets-go-and-write

Cards: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167827145385/mark-asked-the-atrociously-evil-witch-to-teach-him

Newson, Gabriella: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167843291715/the-gabriella-newsons-had-a-quiet-day-gardening

Ottomas, David: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167880048245/david-and-pamela-ottomases-was-as-crazy-as-could

Gavigan, Isaiah: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167905426415

Newson Bellum:  http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167907374430/andy-and-georgia-had-a-quiet-evening-at-home-with

Knowe/Mander part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167917929785/hi-mmmf-someones-pleased-to-see-meida-juana

Knowe/Mander part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167918184930/meanwhile-the-newlyweds-were-acting-like

Knowe/Mander part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167918320820/ida-juana-headed-straight-to-bed-after-hi-left-so

Knowe/Mander part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167918345615/morning-all

Knowe/Mander part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167918416685/its-a-boy

Knowe/Mander part 6: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167918538080

Thyme part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167947604890/gerry-so-i-really-came-over-to-let-you-know

Thyme part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/167952008420

Thyme part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168055974805/di-youre-a-jerk-hi-thyme-hi-what-have-i-done

Printer Sisters part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168140340150/at-the-home-of-the-printer-sisters-motives-were

Printer Sisters part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168140496955

Printer Sisters part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168140599090/at-the-end-of-the-day-i-decided-to-move-everyone

Mann, Candy part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168141223090/skye-moved-in-with-his-aunt-candy-and-immediately

Mann, Candy part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168141685645/jay-i-love-you-more-than-i-ever-knew-was

Mann, Candy part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168146347600/jay-needed-little-persuading-to-stay-the-night

Mann, Candy part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168146494295/stone-woof-woof-woof-candy-skye-stay-with

Mann, Candy part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168146820075/stone-woof-woof-candy-shh-you-stupid-mutt

Mann, Candy part 6: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168147021695

Mann, Candy part 7: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168147196240/in-the-morning-skye-headed-out-to-his-first-day

Mann, Candy part 8: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168147727725/andy-so-this-all-appears-to-fit-the-pattern-of

Mann, Candy part 9: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168148552970/after-the-cops-left-candy-invited-john-over

Mann, Candy part 10: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168151616060

Cooke, Penn part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168191274115/penn-have-you-got-the-day-off-today-what-are-you

Cooke, Penn part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168193248350/ringos-date-with-dot-was-rudely-interupted-by-her

Cooke, Penn part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168196080925/ringo-had-though-that-dots-husband-showing-up

Cooke, Penn part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168196150525

Cooke, Penn part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168196393480

Cooke, Penn part 6: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168196913260/feeling-good-about-his-life-but-not-about-his

Cooke, Penn part 7: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168197198640/sara-whats-up-with-you-misery-guts-ringo-ive

Cooke, Penn part 8: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168197670080/ringo-andy-to-what-do-i-owe-the-pleasureandy

Notes: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168259817155/cliff-had-to-work-until-six-on-jazz-and-melodys

Player part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168404523210/wendys-first-night-as-an-elder-was-spent-quietly

Player part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168404755370/in-the-morning-wendy-started-to-find-a-way-to

Player part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168405324120

Newson Beech part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168405881055/rainbow-who-was-that-on-the-phone-garrett-a

Newson Beech part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168406087360/so-in-the-morning-lucas-emilio-and-bela-garc%C3%ADa

Newson Beech part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168406498230/im-pretty-sure-this-isnt-going-to-be-a-smooth

Hart, Ash part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168437147360/thursday-night-chez-harts

Hart, Ash part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168471650320/in-the-morning-who-should-walk-by-but-mary

Hart, Ash part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168475567955/the-guests-had-just-started-arriving-when-blossom

Hart, Ash part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168475873850/devon-grew-up-and-a-good-time-was-had-by-all

Hart, Ad part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168582895615/dawn-ad-and-dale-had-a-chilled-out-evening

Hart, Ad part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168582980285

Hart, Ad part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168583228780/dale-you-police-officer-keep-back-kiddale

Hart, Ad part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168583532605/rose-ad-ad-i-know-its-3am-and-im-really

Hart, Ad part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168583892835/in-the-morning-ad-went-off-to-work-but-dawn

Hart, Ad part 6: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168584187260/dale-ja-jajack-hey-daley-woo-here-i-am-safe

Hart, Ad part 7: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168584423040

Unity, Jack part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168603406875/jack-youre-mad-at-me-rose-yes-i-amjack-why

Unity, Jack part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168603681020

Unity, Jack part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168603787705/jack-hey-rosie-i-said-not-to-wait-up-rose

Unity, Jack part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168605910555/rose-whats-this-jack-an-apology-im-sorry

Unity, Jack part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168606327990/rose-jack-jack-mmm-rose-whats-worrying

Unity, Jack part 6: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168606495855

Unity, Jack part 7: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168606790155

Unity, Jack part 8: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168606857975/so-to-the-hot-tub-it-was

Unity, Jack part 9: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168607110905/woohoo

Iana part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168653828145

Iana part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168654320395/in-the-morning-luis-watched-some-tv-and-canoodled

Iana part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168654980260/once-luisa-was-down-for-her-nap-sue-finally-had

Iana part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168655082020/in-the-end-sue-and-lily-didnt-have-that-much

Iana part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168655099805/luis-settles-down-for-a-relaxing-game-of-chess

LGU:

Part 1: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168670411920/at-lgu-the-first-thing-arden-did-was-to-ask

Part 2: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168670558210/they-woohooed-once-in-the-photobooth-at-the-bar

Part 3: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168671272345/next-up-for-the-frat-car-reuben

Part 4: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168671316310

Part 5: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168670814185/iain-wanted-to-throw-a-toga-party-so-he-did-even

Part 6: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168671203690/after-making-out-and-annoying-a-dormie-by-taking

Part 7: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168719873005/at-the-sorority-eleanor-got-settled-in-and

Part 8: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168721189145/date-time-for-arden-and-eleanor-isnt-it-always

Part 9: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168724880700/eleanor-brought-arden-back-to-the-sorority-to

Part 10: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168725185260/hi-gorgeous-this-place-is-a-shit-tip-dont-you

Part 11: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168725670985/anna-what-are-you-doing-slacking-off-you

Part 12: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168726203280/so-anna-took-stuart-out-for-dinner-and-to-massage

Part 13: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168726353025

Part 14: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168758062875/skye-called-sully-and-asked-him-to-look-out-for

Part 15: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168780645845

Part 16: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168781093290/in-the-evening-skye-came-over-once-hed-finished

Part 17: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168781277150

Part 18: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168781348620

Part 19: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168781392180

Part 20: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168781636880/police-officer-im-sorry-but-he-appears-to-have

Part 21: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168815641890/crystal-and-ali-had-clover-alis-niece-and-neo

Part 22: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168815778975

Part 23: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168815874740

Part 24: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168850755140/next-up-a-house-full-of-newsons-and-their

Part 25: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168850881545/in-the-morning-guy-and-roman-headed-out-on-a

Part 26: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168851015995

Part 27: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168853050625/stephen-so-to-what-do-i-owe-the-pleasure-skye

Part 28: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168854644880/when-kate-got-back-from-class-at-lunchtime-she

Part 29: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168858028225/the-two-of-them-snogged-in-their-underwear-for-a

Part 30: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168859581075

Part 31: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168866828130/alice-and-cash-spent-their-first-day-of-the

Part 32: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168957725285

Part 33: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168957822305/after-a-nap-sal-invited-his-fiancee-lacy-over-on

Part 34: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168957976185/grad-party-time

Part 35: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168958008000/so-off-sal-goes-to-set-up-home-for-himself-and

Part 36: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168992257960/next-up-the-sorority

Part 37: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168992461930/annas-not-quite-sure-what-it-was-about-her-grad

Part 38: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168992502205/and-shes-off-ready-to-start-her-criminal-empire

Part 39: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168992608070/next-up-lacys-grad-party

Part 40: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/168992690215/and-thats-a-wrap-for-this-household-although-i

Part 41: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169010198220/skye-who-doesnt-live-here-anymore-but-youd-be

Part 42: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169033395615/grad-party-time-it-was-a-pretty-big-one-with

Part 43: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169033513835/so-sully-took-his-final-picture-with-his-brother

Part 44: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169105528540/crystal-and-ali-finished-up-their-semester-in

Part 45: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169114439450/at-the-newsons-it-mustve-been-a-fairly-warm-day

Part 46: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169115211900

Part 47: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169115999950/stephens-day-got-100x-better-when-rosanna-got

Part 48: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169116151035

Part 49: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169116716725/in-the-evening-roman-burnt-spaghetti-and-then

Part 50: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169117127135

Part 51: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169117214750

Part 52: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169121847255/alice-and-cash-continue-to-be-completely-adorable

Part 53: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169123343950/in-the-morning-alice-invited-tommy-her-favourite

Part 54: http://natteryaktoad.tumblr.com/post/169123511735/after-tommy-left-alice-and-cash-played-red-hands