#i love her . abeba

[stargazaar]

spiced up an older oc drawing

[shesthespinstersimmer]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

I love my Simmies bad, but I’ve been slightly obsessed with Abeba lately 🖤

🖤 she grew up with a strict family dynamic, but her parents were kind. Over time, their relationship morphed to close. When Baldwin came along, old habits died hard and they were hesitant to let her make decisions for herself. Luckily for Abeba, Baldwin is wonderful; he won her parents over utterly. 

🖤 secretly Abeba wishes she could be that girl – confident, outgoing, etc. - but there’s something deep inside that makes her stop herself. She’s working on it, though.

🖤 she doesn’t talk about it much, but she misses Cinnie pretty bad - she was her first best friend after all. She’s grown close to Alma now, but it’s still hard not being able to invite her to the house; technically she could, but we all probably agree it’s not prudent.

🖤 she loves plants, but doesn’t have a lot of room in the backyard for a garden. She has a few plots, but that’s it. She’s been thinking about joining Nona & Grammie’s community garden. 

🖤 she told Baldwin about a coworker she’s been getting along with; she encouraged her to invite her over sometime - maybe try opening up her circle a little more. Perhaps we’ll meet her sooner than later.

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[oc-cafe]

Stories, skelons and tits

Vea tires easily, they are after all, still recovering. They ask me for water and give me no answers. 

I lead them to the kitchen, which is now mostly deserted, the servants having long disappeared into their beds. Some of the messengers mill about outside, just having returned from their various tasks. I wonder what it must be like for them, refugees who made their home in serving a kingdom that they don’t consider as their own, never in the same spot, swift as Dhoruba’s wings and  ever changing like the waves of Baharini’s waters . 

I do not wish to become them. 

“How do you know where everything in your castle is?” Vea shakes their silently and I notice the silver glinting through their hair. 

“Zuri, my sister, and I used to play here with the other children.I suppose we learnt all the hiding spots and the rooms along the way...” I trail off, voices of the past now deafening.  

There I had bandaged Eren’s cuts when they’d fallen into some bush while we had been playing, there Zuri had burnt her dress, there were the places my father had taught me how to clean the stems of flowers, there I had prepared soup with him, there I had found Gabriel and Zuri kissing for the first time, there was the grate I had cut open my hand on, there was the place my father had gently taught me the healing salves, there was that, there was this, memories washed over me, drowning me.  

“What was it like?” I barely hear Vea but some distant part of my brain computes their question. 

“It was fun, loud and absolutely lovely.” I smile a little as I think of the girls I used to know. So many of us drifted away as the war waged on, I wonder what they’re doing now. 

“It seems so.” One of them was called Vriti,  she used  to be popular, her parents had been immigrants from Alinthi, her father a merchant and her mother the head healer, they’d left five and a half years into the war. She’d been barely thirteen. She had a sister, older than her by three years, I think her name had been Reet or something of that sort. 

“Do you miss those days?” Vea asks, leading me out of memory lane. Thousands of names cross my mind, Adunbi, Aziza, Badru,  Chioke, people I used to know, with faces that sacrificed themselves to time. 

“Desperately.” I don’t know why I don’t lie but something about them compels me to tell them the truth. They sigh softly, fixing their glasses, they stretch their legs out in front of them, letting their cane lie at their side as they sit down on the kitchen stool. 

I pour them a glass of water, allowing silence to fill the room. Neither of us say a word, simply enjoying the feel of the cool night air. The utter silence leaves me with a heavy heart but a clear head. 

And a clear head is what I need right now. 

It matters not that my heart still weighs me down, that the grief seems to smother me until I can scarcely breathe, it matters only that the answers I need are within my reach. 

Speaking of which, 

“Vea. You promised me a story.” 

“Impatient, are we?” They sigh again, and I bristle. They sigh quite a bit.  

“Yes, well. I wasn’t allowed to be at the forefront of the war.”

“Be greatful for that.” They sit up sharply, eyes flashing with an emotion I cannot name. 

“Yes, whatever. Now, story.” 

“Fine. There’s people under the sea and they were allies until they weren’t.” 

“Oh okay… then- wait..What.” People under the sea? Did they hit their head on their way here? 

Do I need to hit them on their head?   “Yes Princess, there’s people under the sea. They’re called Skelons, they’ve got blue hair, and they can breathe underwater, they’re Baharini’s bitches.” 

I burst into laughter, they really had me going for a moment there. I really thought they had something important to say.

“Yeah, of course, and the next thing you’re gonna tell me is that fucking Baharini’s real.” I really did inherit my father’s sailor mouth. 

They gave me a sheepish look. 

Abeba’s tits. 

They have got to be kidding. 

“And do you have any evidence to back up this outrageous claim?”  

“Am I not proof enough?” I give them a quick once over, a broken nose, a few scrapes and bruises and broken glasses.

“Right, your….state is supposed to prove to me that there are people living under the sea?” “Not people princess!” They stand up, eyes wild. 

“They’re  monsters. We would be fools to believe otherwise!” All this excitement seems to be getting to them. 

“Look! Look at this and tell me that a man could do this-” 

“Kiongozi Amaris! Please! Get a hold of yourself!” I attempt to still their wild hands as they work furiously to rip off their tunic but ultimately, I fail. 

They shrug off my hand and continue  frantically unbuttoning their tunic. 

Well. This is not how I anticipated this evening to go. 

Maybe I could still make a run for it. 

I take a step back. 

And Vea steps forward. 

Or I could just punch them in the face and run. 

That’s probably not gonna work. 

I’m not very strong. Or good at running. Or… punchy. Is that a word? 

Fuck it. 

I’ll just drown them in the sea. 

Let ‘em be with their sea monsters. 

“Princess I know what this seems like and I’m sorry- I promise  I’m not trying to impose myself on you or somethin-” 

“Then could you kindly put your clothes back on?”

“I will… just- this is something you have to see to believe.” They finally shrug their clothes off and I scramble to cover my eyes. 

Wait. 

This is literally my castle. 

I can look wherever I please. 

I peel my fingers off my face and finally look at Vea. 

Bandages cover most of their body, except a few portions. 

The wrappings around those areas seem to have rotten and fallen away,I reach forward, my hand just barely brushing the edge of the gaping hole in their abdomen. 

It's hypnotising, it's almost as if their blood poisons the wound. I let my fingers brush the edge, and travel further up, tracking the path of scars, exploring the openings between bandages, and letting them tell me a story no words could ever describe.

Because no mortal weapon could ever have inflicted this kind of trauma, because swords and arrows can only cut so deep.

But these?

These are claw marks.

Claw marks that grow grey and luminescent blue under the gaze of the gentle summer moon.

Claw marks that shift and sway like the waves of the ocean that crash against our shore.

Claw marks that resemble the ones embedded into my city's walls from where Baharini once severed her village away.

A/N: Once again, not beta read, but then again when is it?

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[imnotgoinganywhereok]

🎆🍹🎉Happy New Year, everyone!!🥳🍷🎇 I finished season 3 of House MD today, am currently partying with my parents and dog at home, and impatiently await @red-everdeen's visit in 2 days!! I wish 2024 is better than the last 5-10 years. Have fun tonight, everyone!!

Baltazar joined Scientist career. I am so happy he finally made it. And look who also works there!! ( • ̀ω•́ )✨ It seems Abeba's ex-wife doesn't remember Bal at all... Oh, he's going to be so devilishly evil!! We're already creating Simray guns and experimenting on live subjects. Of course, he was more interested in chatting with machines than fellow scientists. Though, he might have a work enemy already - the blonde lady, Erika. It's been decided, she was mean to us all day, we hate her guts!! ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢

In the meantime, Kamaria's working on her Bodybuilder aspiration. Playing games with her family is fun but she loves sport too much not to be active. Gyms in Willow Creek never fail to amaze; undisguised aliens, dancing werewolves, and half-naked women? Where do I sign up??? ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✧

Last collective cooking with Baltazar was a disaster. This time, however, Kamaria was the leader and it turned out to be so much fun for everyone involved!! Like a real big sister, she showed her siblings the ropes and instructed them patiently through the process. Look how cheerful they look, they actually wait in line to help their sister dearest!! That's love right there. (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

I spent a lot of time thinking and checking like "Wait, isn't Kamaria a great aunt or something? She's Serafin's cousin, and Serafin is IKJJ squad's grandpa, so who is she for them?" The answer (from @red-everdeen) was surprisingly simple: she's their sister, found family, bitch!! And she's so right for that, Kamaria's sister status is so valid.

[chillaxconsciousness]

i think, therefore i post, tweet, share

examining selfhood and group identity formation in digital spaces

written by kaylz

Why do you post on social media? Posts can be informational or aesthetic, but the intention behind why you share your given information is the most important part. Harvard researcher, Mesfin Awoke Bekalu, writes on the power of social media to connect us to a greater audience than has ever been possible, going across physical distances and language barriers, and allowing people from varying backgrounds to interact with one another. However, he warns that the way we use social media is of paramount importance and our individual backgrounds affect whether it is truly negative or positive—with a particular disadvantage for the elderly, less-educated, and racial minorities.

So, when you’re posting, it’s important to consider what privileges allow you to post, how the content will impact or be received by a general audience, and who you want to connect with.

On the topic of connection, researcher and PhD candidate Abeba Birhane writes about how our connection with others has a greater importance to our self-identification than traditional Western thought implies. In her article “Descartes was wrong: ‘a person is a person through other persons’”, Birhane (academically) roasts Descartes – creator of the famous “I think, therefore I am” phrase – and other Western thinkers who introduced and helped standardize an individualistic and extremely rational view of the self. This Cartesian view insists that our own thoughts and conceptions of self are the only thing that matter to our identity – an idea known as cogito – excluding considerations on the impact of society and other people on the construction of our sense of self.

Birhane calls on a few examples of alternative thinking, like the Russian philosopher Mikhail Bakhtin, who thought that we could only struggle with metaphysical topics and self-conception after dialogue with others, and Ubuntu philosophy, which believes babies start with no selfhood and gain it through interactions and experiences. Rather than “I think, therefore I am”, Birhane asks readers to consider the Zulu saying, “‘Umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu’, which means ‘A person is a person through other persons’”.

Social media and the Internet are epic locations for interacting with others to form our selfhood. For this generation of kids, their images and information will start being shared online before they can talk, and from young ages they will be able to engage with and post content themselves; this will have a MAJOR impact on how they understand themselves and have agency over their identities. They’re learning how to see and be seen by others in a way that will inform their views on the world, and there’s a possibility of that world as more global, diverse one because it will reflect the wide variety of content available to them in an Internet-exposed childhood. I believe this connection with others through social media and these experiences online will help children – and people in general – to shape their sense of self in increasingly unique ways, and unique people are often the changemakers our world needs.

I know right now you’re questioning how this fab idea of collective identity formation relates to a meme-page on Instagram or a TikTok thirst trap video, but give me sec to explain! As human beings we love to talk about things we’re passionate about, share experiences and information, and connect to people over mutual topics of interest. Even when those interest may seem strange, they’re something to bond over!

We can apply Birhane’s ideas about forming sense of self with others to the small communities like BookTok , fan pages for celebrities (see example here), gamers, and more. These people connect online because their aligned interests usually mean they have aligned values, personality traits, or senses of humor. However, because of their other unique interests and personal history/backgrounds, they can also learn from each other! When the different aspects of the identities of several individuals interact, those involved share discourse on experiences or see their own experiences reflected back at them through the eyes of a community member, and they see a new way of viewing themselves. This cycle can repeat, and the community connections would then impact the identities of all those involved, but we need do our best to ensure that these digital spaces are not exclusive or prejudiced towards minorities so that we all benefit from the experience.

Obvi the Internet and social media have bad parts, but that’s a topic for another blog post. Today we’ve decided to be a little less of a technophobe and little more of a techno-positivist!

TLDR: Applying Abeba Birhane’s theory on consciousness and sense of self being formed with others to social media and the Internet allows us to see them as positive spaces for improving community and self-understanding. What we post and who we connect with online shape our individual and group identities, and we should understand that as a responsibility.

TTYL, kaylz

[soracities]

hey hi hello <3 i want to preface this by saying i love your blog & i take to heart everything you recommend. with that said, do you have any essay recs? essay collections, online articles, non-fiction shorts, that type of thing :) don’t have the time right now to read entire books unfortunately, but i still want to get my bitesized literary fix <3 thank you!

Most of my recs are the result of a terminal case of “Oh Shiny!” Syndrome, so I don’t know how useful these will be, but a few I’ve enjoyed:

Collections:

John Berger -- Confabulations I’d be inclined to recommend almost anything by him, but if you’re looking for bite-sized I think this is a lovely collection: it’s a very small, near-pocket-sized book and I think it is Berger at his most accessible. (You can also try Ways of Seeing if you haven’t read it already). Additional essays of his that I love (and that I absolutely do not recommend using sites like this one for):

“Why Look at an Animal?”

“The Hour of Poetry”

“Photographs of Agony”

“Seker Ahmet and the Forest”

“The Historical Function of the Museum”

“The Eaters and the Eaten”

“The White Bird”

“Field”

“Art and Property Now”

“The Storyteller”

“Modigliani’s Alphabet of Love”

“The Honesty of Goya”

Alejandro Zambra -- Not to ReadThe vast majority of his pieces here (like, more or less everything barring the last section) are fairly short and in my opinion you hardly ever realise you're reading when you read Zambra -- his writing is so incredibly personable that almost every piece just flows, like a conversation with a really, really good friend.

Siri Hustvedt -- Living, Thinking, Looking It’s been a while since I read this so my memory is hazy but I think, like Zambra, she has the same kind of fluidity and openness when you read her (which makes the reading go by really quickly) with the added bonus of these essays covering a slightly larger range, chiefly art and psychology so if those are things you enjoy it may be worth a look!

Cabinet Magazine’s Essay Series on Colour (various writers)

Also highly recommend checking out Aeon+Psyche and Brainpickings both of whom always have some very interesting content (the latter is wonderful for bite-sized). I’ve also recently started reading Nautil.us which is lovely if you want a scientific bend to your reading (I would follow the links through their instagram account instead of the site because it gives you access to a lot more if you’re not subscribed). Additionally, LitHub and Electric Literature are also worth checking out and were my go-to sites for a long time when I couldn’t read as much or as often as I wanted, so definitely try them, too!

Other Bits and Pieces (** means slightly longer reads):

“Ambiguity”, Adonis

“Imagined America: Walt Whitman's Nationalism in the First Edition of 'Leaves of Grass'”, Nathanael O’Reilly

“Ghost Bikes”, Geoff Dyer

“Everyone is Beautiful and No One Is Horny”, R.S. Benedict

**“Cezanne’s Doubt”, Maurice Merleau-Ponty

“A Brief History of Ultramarine”, Ravi Mangla

“Descartes Was Wrong: A Person is a Person Through Other Persons”, Abeba Birhane

“The Thousand Darknesses of Murderous Speech”, Becca Rothfeld

Zadie Smith: “On Joy” / “Meet Justin Bieber!” / “Dance Lessons for Writers”

“The Blue of Distance”, Rebecca Solnit (she has three other essays on this theme in  A Field Guide for Getting Lost which is a lovely essay collection)

“On Keeping a Notebook,” Joan Didion

“For Henri Bergson, Laughter is What Keeps Us Elastic and Free”, Emily Herring

“Hunger is the Beginning of Every Folk Tale”, Kristiana Willsey

“To Be the One Who Doesn’t Wait”, Larissa Pham

“On Charon’s Wharf”, Andre Dubus

“Of Strangeness That Wakes Us” / “Still Danching: An Interview with Ilya Kaminsky” by Ilya Kaminsky

“How to Write About Africa”, Binyavanga Wainaina

“Body for Sale, Slightly Worn”, Will Riley

“The Neurology of Flow States”, Heather Berlin

**”In That Great River: A Notebook”, Anna Kamienska

**“On Pandering”, Claire Vaye Watkins

**“For Pleasure--A Letter”, Benjamin Hale

**”To Speak is to Blunder”, YiYun Li

**”Ivan Karamazov’s Mistake”, Ralph C. Wood

**”The Strange Persistence of First Languages”, Julie Sedivy

**”A Letter to My Mother That She Will Never Read”, Ocean Vuong

[youtuberswithalex]

PRVL, Vol. 3, Ch. 5: Never Miss A Beat

Summary: As the tournament picks up speed, our heroes get a chance to relax and connect with their loved ones.

Word Count: 3,567

Warnings: Family argument, a bit of implied self-hatred

(Sorry for the short chapter, but future chapters will make up for this! Promise!!)

Masterpost – Volume 1 – Previous

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BEEEEEEP!

Roman leapt out of his seat, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Yes!!! Yes, Yang!! I knew she was gonna beat them, I knew it!!”

“Wow,” Riad said. “I did not think she would be able to put up a fight against Flynt’s trumpet. That thing packs a punch.”

“That’s Yang for you! Always the biggest, strongest blondie you could ever lay eyes on!” He flopped back down, letting out an energetic groan. As soon as he was settled, he hooked onto Riad’s arm and cuddled in. “I’m absolutely ecstatic that she’s going to the finals! I can’t think of a single person left that’s deserving of the championship!”

“Not even Penny Polendina?”

Roman looked to his other side, where Thomas was shooting him an amused look. “No way!” he exclaimed. “I don’t care if she’s got those psychic swords or whatever they are; Yang could beat her no problem!”

Joan leaned forward raised an eyebrow. “What about Pyrrha?”

“Not even a chance.”

Riad chuckled. “Didn’t you say Pyrrha beat her in a match in Glynda’s last semester?”

“Shhh…” Roman reached up and put a finger to his lips, silencing him. “We don’t have to talk about that. Yang cannot be bested.”

“Uh, excuse me, did you forget that your sister is still in the fight?” Trix huffed, leaning down from the row behind to press her cheek to Roman’s.

He paused for a moment as his face heated.

“…I can think of one person who could maybe best Yang.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Next to her, Abeba nudged her with their elbow. “Come on, let him root for who he wants. Besides, you haven’t even had your match yet; we don’t know if you’ll be in the finals or not.”

Trix raised an eyebrow. “Very bold of you to assume Eve and I wouldn’t be able to take down a couple of first-years.”

“Yeah, and did you see their match against NDGO? It was a complete luck of the draw that they managed to win!” Keahi added from Trix’s other side. “STER’s going to wipe the floor with them, no question.”

Abeba leaned forward to look at her, narrowing their eyes. “Aren’t you from the same school as Team SSSN?” they asked. “How come you haven’t given them any pointers on their strategies and stuff? Help them prepare, you know?”

Keahi scoffed. “Come on, you think I actually pay attention to other people in fighting classes? I don’t know jack about them.”

Trix and Abeba immediately deflated and slumped against each other.

“Well, it was worth a shot,” Trix sighed.

“I tried.”

As the next teams filed onstage, Roman dropped his cheek against Riad’s bicep and let out a breath. Riad stared at him for a beat before taking one of his hands with his free one. When Roman looked up, he offered a soft smile and pressed their foreheads together.

“Hey,” he whispered.

Roman smiled back, but despite the red dusting his cheeks, there was pain behind his eyes. “Hey.”

“You’ve been awfully clingy these last couple of days,” he pointed out. “Is there something going on?”

He hummed and buried his face back into his arm. His eyes flicked around, and his lips pressed together; one could almost see the gears turning in his head as he thought about the words he wanted to say next.

“Are you… worried, at all, about this?” Roman softly asked.

Riad raised an eyebrow. “About what?”

“Us,” he replied. “Like… Do you worry that things are going to end soon? Badly?”

The soft smile fell from Riad’s face; he frowned, shaking his head.

“No, not at all,” he said, leaning to try to catch Roman’s eyes. “I wouldn’t be dating you if I thought that. What’s this about, babe? Where’d this come from?”

Roman gave him the quickest of glances before looking back at the battlefield. There was a moment of quiet between them; Riad didn’t rush him, despite the nerves beginning to build up inside.

Finally, he let out a soft sigh. “Anole really doesn’t like us being together.”

Riad felt his heart drop into his stomach. He opened his mouth to reply, but Roman pushed on before he could get a word out.

“We were talking yesterday morning, and he… he really thinks we’re going to hurt each other,” he continued, “As if we’re doing this just to mess with him. And, Riad, I…” He shifted to look into his eyes. “I need you to know that that is not why I said yes when you asked me to be your boyfriend; I really, truly do adore you and Anole has absolutely nothing to do with it!”

“I know,” Riad answered, having to force his words through a thick wall of emotion. “I never worried about that for a moment. I do feel the same way about you; please don’t worry that that’s why I asked.”

“I wasn’t,” Roman replied, despite the way his shoulders fell.

Riad paused for a moment, pretending he was watching the start of the next fight as he sorted through his thoughts. “…Anole really said that?”

Roman nodded. “And he implied that we dove into this without thinking… That I was being reckless.”

“You are,” Riad said. “That isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s something I really like about you.”

Scoffing, Roman rolled his eyes. “Tell him that.”

“I don’t need to. You’re the only one who needs to worry about how I feel about you,” he firmly replied. “And that’s something Anole needs to learn. Not you.”

Roman slowly nodded in understanding and leaned back in his seat. “I just wish he would leave us alone,” he quietly admitted.

Riad wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“I’ll talk to him.”

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Logan didn’t know how long he sat at the ocean docks after his parents left.

It was certainly more than a few minutes, if the ebbing stinging of his eyes was anything to go by. He could very faintly hear the announcers and buzzers from Amity Colosseum far, far in the air above; at least a couple of matches had come and gone, but he wasn’t paying much attention. Not when he could watch their boat disappear over the horizon.

While he felt no obligation to see them off after they set sail, he found that he wasn’t quite ready to head back to the dorm, or the arena, or… anywhere, really. At least not anywhere that he would have to interact with people. A weariness settled in his chest just at the thought.

He knew his parents needed to go. Vacuo and its citizens needed the two of them more than he did, and the ever-persistent Grimm weren’t going to let up during a worldwide tournament that just so happened to include their son. The fact that they were even gone for a couple of days was worrying; who knows what might have happened to the people they were protecting while they were away?

Logan knew this, and yet… he couldn’t stop himself from being sad to see them go.

So here he sat, in the midst of the stench of fish and tourists bustling around, watching a boat sail away as if it could grant him a few more minutes with his family before the long wait until they could see each other again.

Someone sat next to him on the bench, and he nearly leapt out of his skin; a coffee cup was offered as if nothing happened. Logan blinked and looked up to see Thamir softly smiling at him.

“Thamir,” he dumbly stated. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw you when I came by earlier on my way to my family’s house. Didn’t think you’d still be here on my way back,” he laughed. He pushed the cup towards Logan again as he took a sip of his own. “Figured I’d get you some coffee, since it didn’t seem like you’d be leaving any time soon.”

Logan glanced at it, and then back to him. “I… thought I was the one who owed you coffee after Team AMBR’s match?”

He shrugged. “Consider it a freebie,” he said.

Logan felt the corners of his lips tug up, and he finally accepted with a word of thanks before taking a sip. It was pleasantly warm, but not scorching hot, and just barely sweet and creamy— exactly how he liked it.

“So… Did your parents head out?” Thamir asked.

Eyes flicking to the boat, Logan nodded. “They weren’t able to stay away for long. Really, they probably shouldn’t have come in the first place,” he admitted, “But… I do have to say, I am… very glad they were here, even if they did have to see our loss. Perhaps even more so for the same reason.”

“They seem cool. It was really nice to meet them,” he said. “It must be intense, having a full family of Huntsmen.”

He sighed and looked down at his cup, where his fingers idly played with the rim of the lid. “It is rather extraordinary; I’ll give it that. I’m sure Roman and Calanthe could attest to my saying that it can get a bit overwhelming at times. There’s always training and jobs to be done, and hardly any time to rest.”

Thamir nodded. “I can imagine.”

“And that’s not even mentioning the impacts of being separated for long stretches of time,” he continued. “I was fortunate in that my parents could afford to stay home and take on few jobs while raising me; my mother originally insisted upon it, and Father wanted to keep that after she was gone. It was one of the most important things to him when he and Esther began to see each other. Very few children of Huntsmen are able to have that, unless they find a stable job in one place, such as the Reptilias.”

“Calanthe’s told me about that,” Thamir informed. “Her older sister had to take care of her when their parents were on missions, and then she was on her own after she left for Haven. She said it got pretty lonely.”

“Well… I suppose it’s just another part of the job,” he quietly replied. “Another sacrifice we make for the safety of humanity and faunus.”

Thamir fell into silence for a moment, staring over the ocean. He took a deep, weary breath.

“It’s not just a sacrifice for Huntsmen.” He turned to Logan. “It’s a sacrifice for the kids, too. I know time with your family isn’t the same as a life, but… It’s alright if you grieve it. You’re allowed to, even if you know it’s worth it.”

Just like that, the stinging in Logan’s eyes was back. He pressed his lips together and tightened his grip on his coffee, trying to keep his breathing steady. A lump formed in his throat, and it was harder to swallow it away than it should have been.

The echoing of a buzzer and a roaring crowd bounced around the buildings behind them, giving him just enough of a distraction to ground himself. He took a calming breath as music began to play.

Thamir bumped his shoulder against his. “You know… I remember you making a pretty hefty sacrifice a few weeks ago,” he said.

Logan frowned and raised an eyebrow at him. “You do?”

“Well, it wasn’t as big as leaving your family behind or anything, but it was still something you gave up to be ready for anything.”

“What was it?”

He pointed his thumb at the streets behind them. “The Vytal Festival Ball,” he stated, giving Logan a half-smile.

Logan scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That was not a hard decision to make,” he huffed. “Our missions were far more important.”

“Would you have gone if it was a different night?”

He blinked and looked at Thamir, who simply watched him with a soft curiosity on his face. Logan took a moment to consider the question before opening his mouth.

“I… do not know,” he admitted. “The chances would have increased, of course, seeing as the date was the main reason I chose not to attend, but, well… I still would not have had any preparations as to what to expect. I still don’t know how loud or crowded it would have been, nor how overwhelmed I would become.” Huffing out a weak laugh, he added, “I don’t even know how to dance, to be completely honest with you. For all I know, it would have been a disaster.”

Thamir hummed. “So… What you’re saying is, in two years, when we have the next Vytal Festival…?”

“I would not be able to tell you if I would go or not,” Logan finished.

Thamir nodded, and then he set his coffee to the side, getting to his feet. He turned and held a hand out to Logan.

“Well,” he said, “I can help you with one of those worries, at least.”

He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s dance.”

If he’d had any coffee in his mouth, Logan was sure he would have choked. “W-What?”

“Yeah!” he laughed. “C’mon, I’ll teach you how. We can start small.”

Logan stared at him, frozen in place; after a moment, he let out a breath and took his hand.

“Well… Alright.”

He set his drink aside as Thamir pulled him up, taking both of his hands and holding them an arm’s length away. They started to sway to the music echoing through the area.

Though I can’t find what to say, I know that you’ll hear me If you’re in this game I play, I can tell you when I need you more…

Logan couldn’t help but chuckle as Thamir started getting more and more invested in the song; his shoulders moved, and his head bobbed back and forth. Thamir caught him watching and laughed, yanking Logan’s arms forward and back to the beat.

“The more you get into it, the more fun it is!” he exclaimed. “Try it!”

He rolled his eyes, but the smile didn’t leave his face as he attempted to copy Thamir’s movements. When he beamed, he couldn’t help but notice his face warming.

“I feel ridiculous,” he said.

“A step in the right direction, then,” he replied.

Thamir took a step and began to lead them into an achingly slow rotation around each other. Logan stumbled a bit at the first step, but was quick to follow. When they made it around a full circle, Thamir pulled one hand away and lifted their connected hands, taking Logan through a careful twirl.

Taking both of his hands again, he smiled. “You’re getting the hang of this pretty quick.”

Logan grinned.

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Virgil threw his fist in the air and let out a cheer, nearly throwing his scroll out of his hands. “I think that’s the best score I’ve ever gotten!”

“There’s platinum?! I thought gold was the highest one!” Patton yelped.

“Nah, not even close. There’s a diamond tier, but you can only get it when you play a level on Multi-Extreme mode,” Virgil replied. He turned to Patton and reached across the space between their beds, holding his scroll out. “You sure you don’t want to give it a try? It’s pretty easy to get the hang of, even if you don’t know the music.”

Patton shook his head and waved him off. “It’s okay, really. I’m having more fun watching you!”

Virgil shrugged before looking back to his desk, where a rented gaming console projected his score. “Alright. Just don’t think you’re going to make it through break without playing a round with us. Ever since I showed him the game, Dad won’t let a person into our house without making them compete."

“Your dad plays Rhythm Hell?” Patton asked with a laugh.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked through the game’s available songs. “Dude, you have no idea. He dedicates a solid two hours every Saturday to touch up his skills.” A grin formed on his lips. “Any time we have a family event, he brings it along, and there’s a whole competition— he and Papi’s mom are, like, mortal enemies because of it. It gets intense.”

Patton grimaced. “Oh… Is she… Not a great person?”

“Huh?” Virgil frowned and looked at him, brow furrowed; when he realized what he was asking, he sucked in a sharp breath and waved a hand at him. “Oh, no, no! Not like that! Abuela’s really cool, she’s really chill usually! She just gets competitive like Dad does when it comes to video games. But it never gets aggressive, don’t worry.”

A sigh of relief tumbled out of him. “Good. Okay.”

Virgil offered a soft smile before turning back to the game. “Yeah, you won’t have to worry about anything like that when we’re on break,” he said. “We do have plans to head to Argus for a reunion, but no one is gonna be anything bad. Everyone’ll be excited to meet you.”

Finally settling on a level, the two settled into a relaxed silence. Heavy guitar and drums played through the speakers, just loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to not disturb the others in their hall. Patton watched as Virgil’s face dissolved into concentration; when the artist began to sing, he shifted and lay on his stomach, resting his chin on his arms.

“I am weak; can’t save myself, from my own flaws…”

“Can’t you see, I can hurt you…?”

An grin started to form on his face as he listened to Virgil’s soft singing. He buried his face in his arms to hide his huff of laughter.

Apparently, it wasn’t quiet enough.

“Are you making fun of me?” Virgil asked, no bite to the accusation.

Patton giggled. “No! It’s cute!”

A scoff rang out. “I’m not cute! I’m edgy.”

He bit his tongue to keep his argument back, not wanting to ruin whatever score he had at the moment.

There were a few more seconds of silence before Virgil’s humming resumed. Patton beamed and pulled his face up, turning to look at the screen, but sunlight glinted off of a picture frame behind it and dragged his attention away.

The photo showed a much younger version of Virgil nestled in the middle of their four-person family at a professional photo shoot. He was dressed in an outfit that Patton couldn’t dream of Virgil ever agreeing to today; a gray button-up, black dress pants, and a soft, purple sweater vest. His hair was short and spiked up, and his grin wide and front-toothless, but there was no mistaking it was him.

His younger sister sat next to him in a lavender blouse with puffy sleeves and light blue tights. Her hair looked like it might have been styled into a nice set of low pigtails at some point, before being ruffled and tumbled around. She and Virgil held each other’s hands tight.

On either side of them were their dads, looking exhausted but proud. Their matching white dress shirts were a bit wrinkled. They each lay a hand on one of their children’s shoulders, and a close look to their Papi’s arm revealed he was seemingly holding Crina in place.

Despite the frame of the photo looking relatively modern and clean, the actual photograph was worn and faded at the edges. A couple of creases circled what had once been their family. It was the only crooked one of three hanging on the wall, between one of Virgil and Chao at a graduation and another of their team in the cafeteria, taken early in their first semester.

Patton’s eyes drifted over to his own bare walls above his desk, looming over the clutter and mess below. His scroll sat on the corner of a stack of textbooks; it blinked with a silent unread message notification. He made no move to get up and check it.

On the shelf above, a picture frame lay face-down.

“Let it latch to the hope that I’m controlled…”

He glanced at the scorched handprint stained to the door frame. Guilt and shame built up in his stomach before he could tear his eyes away. He gripped his forearms tight until a dull ache began to make its way through the muscle.

“I’VE GOT A MONSTER IN ME; IT’S TEARING THROUGH MY HEART!”

Patton just about jumped out of his skin as Virgil began to scream-sing along to the music, leaping up onto all fours and staring at him with wide eyes. Virgil either didn’t notice or didn’t care, as he only continued and started to dance along.

“It won’t stop ‘til it breaks free, so make it stop before it starts!”

Forcing himself to release his breath, Patton lowered himself back into a sitting position and watched. Virgil’s score began to go down as the beats flew by unnoticed. His eyes squeezed shut, and a grim formed on his face around the lyrics. He lifted his hands into fists and bounced them to the rhythm of the drums that were practically shaking the speakers of the gaming console.

Patton huffed out a little laugh before glancing back at his scroll.

The light wouldn’t stop blinking.

I fear the monster in my soul, I fear the monster in my soul, I fear the monster in my soul, I fear the monster…

[i-am-just-a-kiddo]

thanks for tagging me @vishcount, as always 💕

rules: answer 30 questions and tag however many blogs you want!

name: just kiddo on here 

gender: blob

star sign: leo

height: 164 cm

time: 15:26 o’clock as i am answering this question

birthday: 28th july 

favorite bands: okay here we go, it’s gonna be a huge list:

Epik High, BTS, The Smiths, My Chemical Romance, Son Lux, MUSE, The Cure, SHINee, QUEEN, HYUKOH, Placebo, Nell, Karpe Diem, Daughter, Low Roar, Arcade Fire, Japanese Breakfast, The Smashing Pumpkins, Brockhampton, Lucidvox

favorite solo artists: Code Kunst, Heize, Phum Viphurit, Vaundy, Meryem Aboulouafa, joji, keshi, Frank Ocean, Tamino, Gazelle, Nas, Enny Owl, Yseult, Suran and any other solo projects from above mentioned groups 

last movie: Over The Moon (2020), which was very sweet and unique, i had fun

last show: Alice In Borderland which i binged last weekend; though i have been watching the weekly updates for Druck, Manner Of Death, Follow My Sunshine and Color Rush. Also i rewatched the last episode of Strangers From Hell on tuesday.

when did i create this blog: summer of 2013

what i post: my fandoms, art, history stuff, aesthetics, occasional memes and just anything that comes up and i like? politics sometimes too

last thing i googled: worm on a string (my sister did not know what that was so i had to show her fghjkl) 

other blogs: a kpop blog, a writing blog that i don’t use anymore, another inspiration blog that is dead and recently i started a history blog but i have done nothing with it

do i get asks: not really no

why i chose my url: i was i 14-15, obsessed with the song I’m Just A Kid by Simple Plan and was going through rough times, so here i am. 

following: 492

followers: 466

instruments: phew, nothing tbh. i once tried the violin when i was little for 1,5 years but i gave it up. i also went to a course for the djembé, which was actually a lot of fun? but i never owned one so i just stopped at some point. other than that we had to learn the harmonica in school and i went to the music-branch in middleschool which was very silly because i am not talented in music and i still don’t know the musical scale fghjk. so i was just singing in the choir and now i know that i can’t live without music, but i don’t want to make it myself.

what i am wearing: black turtle neck under a woolen black pullover, high waisted blue-green plait skirt that reaches my shins, black stockings

dream job(s): author, researcher at some uni, working in uni in general? might even be professor for this

dream trip: phew. the whole world? definitely the whole of asia from west to east from north to south; specific mentions is Gyeongju in S. Korea, Kyoto in Japan,  Kathmandu in Nepal, Istanbul in Turkey  and I really really want to travel the Transsibirian Railway? I also really want to travel through Mongolia and Siberia. New Zealand and Australia for sure, that has been my dream for ages. Cairo in Egypt, Addis Abeba in Ethiopia. Canada and Alaska. the list goes on and on and on

favorite foods: and kind of salad, pasta, sushi, pizza, ratatouille, korean and chinese food (probably not authentic but it’s all i know), pad thai, my grandma’s cooking

nationality: irrelevant but ig european 

favorite song: the tree songs i currently listen to a lot is chlorine by twenty one pilots, the entierty of the strangers from hell soundtrack but especially room no. 303 by the vane, and everything by enny owl, but especially ribcaged.

last book i read: boy. i read only uni stuff. but i read The Clouds Float North - The Complete Poems of Yu Xuanji, translated by David Young and Jiann I. Lin. I can recommend it dearly, it’s a bilingual edition and her poems are so beautiful. 

Am gonna count  Recasting Antiquity: Ancient Bronzes and Ritual Hermeneutics in the Song Dynasty by Jeffrey Moser, eventhough it’s a dissertation. 

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: 1.) Harry Potter, because that’s what I grew up with and I would still choose from all the worlds. It always feels like home. 2.) Avatar: The Last Airbender - another thing I grew up with and I would adore. I wouldn’t need to have any adventures, i wish i could just bend elements and chill my life. 3.) Eragon (Inheritance Cycle). This one is just goals. Dragons?! Dragons. Please gimme.

tagging: everyone i am tagging is of course not obligated but am just putting here who i love getting to know better: @the-cloud-whisperer, @sassyassassy, @cortue, @intyalote, @isabellaofparma

[journeydb]

August 24 2018 Barcelona

Today our English Chat Group went on an excursion to MNAC to see the traveling exhibition about Salvador and Gala Dali.  We focused more on Gala,since we all knew quite a bit about Salvador already, and some of us have visited his museum in Figueres and his family home in Cadaques.

According to Wikipedia:

“Gala Dalí, Marquis of Dalí de Púbol (September 7, 1894 – June 10, 1982), usually known simply as Gala, was the Russian wife of poet Paul Éluard and later of artist Salvador Dalí, who were both prominent in surrealism. She also inspired many other writers and artists.

Gala was born as Elena Ivanovna Diakonova in Kazan, Kazan Governorate, Russian Empire, to a family of intellectuals. She began working as a schoolteacher in 1915, at which time she was living in Moscow.

In 1912, she was sent to a sanatorium at Clavadel, near Davos in Switzerland for the treatment of tuberculosis. She met Paul Éluard while in Switzerland and fell in love with him. They were both seventeen. In 1916, during World War I, she traveled from Russia to Paris to reunite with him; they were married one year later. Their daughter, Cécile, was born in 1918. Gala detested motherhood, mistreating and ignoring her child.

With Éluard, Gala became involved in the Surrealist movement. She was an inspiration for many artists including Éluard, Louis Aragon, Max Ernst, and André Breton. Breton later despised her, claiming she was a destructive influence on the artists she befriended.  She, Éluard, and Ernst spent three years in a ménage à trois, from 1924 to 1927. In early August 1929, Éluard and Gala visited a young Surrealist painter in Spain, the emerging Salvador Dalí. An affair quickly developed between Gala and Dalí, who was about 10 years younger than she. Nevertheless, even after the breakup of their marriage, Éluard and Gala continued to be close.

After living together since 1929, Dalí and Gala married in a civil ceremony in 1934, and remarried in a Catholic ceremony in 1958 in the Pyrenean hamlet of Montrejic. They needed to receive a special dispensation by the Pope because Gala had been previously married and she was a believer (not Catholic, but was an Orthodox Christian). Due to his purported phobia of female genitalia, Dalí was said to have been a virgin when they met on the Costa Brava in 1929. Around that time she was found to have uterine fibroids, for which she underwent a hysterectomy in 1936. She was Dalí's muse, directly inspiring and appearing in many of his works.

In the early 1930s, Dalí started to sign his paintings with his and her name as "(i)t is mostly with your blood, Gala, that I paint my pictures". He stated that Gala acted as his agent, and aided in redirecting his focus. According to most accounts, Gala had a strong libido and throughout her life had numerous extramarital affairs (among them with her former husband Paul Éluard), which Dalí encouraged, since he was a practitioner of candaulism. She had a fondness for young artists, and in her old age she often gave expensive gifts to those who associated with her.

In 1968, Dalí bought Gala the Castle of Púbol, Girona, where she would spend time every summer from 1971 to 1980.  He also agreed not to visit there without getting advance permission from her in writing.

In her late seventies, Gala had a relationship with millionaire multi-platinum rock singer Jeff Fenholt, former lead vocalist of Jesus Christ Superstar. Fenholt acted as a business representative for the Dalís in the United States, arranging sales of Dalí's work to Alice Cooper (a hologram) and The Grateful Dead. He also sold the short film Journey Through Upper Mongolia, the short film Blood Is Thicker Than Honey, and others.  Fenholt has stated that Gala told him from her hospital bed in Spain that Dali had assaulted her, knocking her down and breaking her hip, which later resulted in her death.”

Well, I don’t know about you, but I, for one, am conflicted in my thoughts and feelings about Gala, Salvador, and even Paul Eluard.  On the one hand, they were all brilliant, talented, creative souls who brought much beauty and imagination to each other’s lives and the culture of the world.  On the other hand, they appeared to be narcissistic, depressed, neurotic, pessimistic, licentious, and somewhat despicable people.

I want to give Gala the benefit of the doubt that perhaps she was suffering from post-partum depression after the birth of her daughter, Cecile, at the tender age of seventeen, but, honestly, the fact that she virtually abandoned Cecile, when she married Dali, says to me that she really did “detest  motherhood” and that she “ignored and mistreated” her.   I have a hard time with people who abuse and neglect children and my admiration for her is more than a little tainted by my feelings in that regard.

Damaris, Claire, and Carla posing with Gala’s dresses. We all agreed it was an interesting and informative exhibition and we learned a lot.  It was also, as always, FUN to be together!

After the excursion I headed over to Gracia with Claire, where we had our French  class at a cafe, and then I  walked through the barrio to meet Bruce and our friends, Joan and Johanna, and their children Dawit and Ziyang for dinner at the Ethiopian restaurant, Addis Abeba.

Joan and Johanna recently adopted Ziyang, who is three and a half, from China and they went to China to pick him up at the orphanage where he was living.  He is amazing, especially given what he has been through in his young life. He is sweet and cute and smart, already mastering several phrases in Spanish, Catalan, Swedish, and Swedish, which the rest of the family members speak fluently.

Dawit, who Joan and Johanna adopted in Ethiopia when he was a baby, is very excited about being a big brother, and I think he will be a very GOOD one.

I relish the Ethiopian food at Addis Abeba and the manner of eating it, which is truly “family style”.  We  all sat around a table with a tray laden with food in the middle and ate it by breaking off pieces of the yummy bread and scooping the food up in the bread.  I have eaten Ethiopian food before and this is by far the best!

If you live in Barcelona, or are planning to travel here, you would do yourself a favor to get yourself and your appetite over to this restaurant.  Trip Advisor gives it 4.5 stars and here is their review:

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g187497-d1832382-Reviews-Restaurante_Addis_Abeba-Barcelona_Catalonia.html

[djphatsu]

"10 years ago,I had a girlfriend and she was a prostitute. I really cared for her and loved her. I always imagined that she would eventually have a better job, so I wanted her to get some education and I managed to get her tutoring and also a school through a priest. In the end,she ended up falling in love with the priest and living with him." የዛሬ 10 ዓመት ገደማ፣ እጮኛ ነበረችኝ፡፡ ሴተኛ አዳሪ ነበረች፡፡ ቢሆንም ግን በጣም እወዳት ነበር፡፡ የተሻለ ስራ እንዲኖራት በጣም እመኝ ስለነበር ትምህርቷን እንድትማር ነገሮችን ማመቻቸት ጀመርኩ፡፡ የሚያስጠናት ሰው ቀጠርኩላት፣ ከዛም ደግሞ በአንድ ቄስ አማካኝነት ትምህርት ቤት አስገባኋት፡፡ ነገር ግን ከቄሱ ጋር ፍቅር ይይዛትና እኔን ትታ ከእርሱ ጋር መኖር ጀመረች፡፡ ከልብ ስብራቴ የተነሳ ከዛ ጊዜ ጀምሮ ጫት መቃም ጀመርኩ፡፡ እስካሁን ድረስም አላቆምኩም፡፡ Courtesy: Humans of Addis Abeba #djphatsu #djew (at Silver Spring, Maryland)

[imnotgoinganywhereok]

I am still very mad about losing that job. Not only was I Iet go for a stupid and shady reason (hope that place actually closes down) but also I am once again faced with the follow up of being unemployed. I went to hell and back to get my MA and for what? For fucking what? Busting my ass doing lord knows what for the minimum wage or less? I could have been doing that without uni years ago. Fuck this country, so so mad!! ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

Baltazar's new pastime is going on various dates with his new partners and getting to know them better. Katy loves hanging out in karaoke bars and practise her low singing skill with her more experienced boyfriend (thank @red-everdeen for the new karaoke bar in San Myshuno!!). Abeba was caught cheating by her wife in their own apartament. It was bound to happen, and Abeba's preference states she doesn't even like woohooing with women, but that was just a nail in the coffin for their marriage. Look at Bal's face - he KNOWS what he did and he does NOT regret it!! He's a menace.

Laki takes Bal on dates to museums, and we find it adorable. He's such a pure boy, it's such a shame he's dating a notorious evil cheater. Pearl fully embraced dating her good friend's son. Does Mantella know? Maybe. Is it important? We don't care, they're pixel aliens in a game. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And lastly, we have Ramon who showed Baltazar his artistic side. Painting murals at the arts centre makes for a cute date - Ramon sure is running for that "sweetest boyfriend" title. Another poor boy falling in love with the evil green bean. Tragic!!

Romantic endeavours pay off greatly, at least for now. I'm very curious when people start realising how awful Baltazar actually is - and if they plan to do anything about this fact. As of now, he can do whatever he wants with people he deems attractive enough. It's all about the genes, baby!!

PS. I wrote this post 10 days ago but I hosted my bestie for a week now. We visited a ZOO with @themightyaliendwarf, @red-everdeen and @organized-decay today. An absolute 180 of my mood, a 10/10 outing, perfect. Thank you so much for putting up with me!! (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ I also had a job interview and they'll tell me about the final decision tomorrow. Pray for ya girl to finally land a normal job!!

[imnotgoinganywhereok]

Happy Halloween!! It's not a "recognised" holiday in Poland but I like the vibe~ I hope you're all actually safe this night!! 🧛‍♀️🔮🕸️🎃👻

My string of bad luck with finding employment continues. Last week my supervisor told me I'm "annoying," "overhelp the customers," and I should "stop acting like a customer service agent." I have "customer service agent" in my fucking contract. Gee, I'm sorry I don't want to sell company's products to 90-year-olds who can barely afford 20 euro a week to pay off their debt. Fuck, I heard words of praise from people I take payments from but not from my own managers!! Yeah, that's a dealbreaker to me. If I won't be appreciated there for my kindness, I'm just gonna find a place that will. Hell, maybe I'll go back to teaching English or something. Perhaps... I don't need to earn millions when I could at least have a job that I'm proud of.

Now, onto the Owl family update!! 🦉 Good Schools is a cool lot trait that I finally got to use. Dominika really is a great student, and any future children will be, too!! Since Baltazar has a tiny soft spot for Dominika, he decided to prepare for her his favourite ice cream: Liquorice Gelato. These people are sinning, somebody stop them!! Then they had a little vacation in Sulani, and it was New Year's Eve before we knew it. I find it cute that the sparklers they got fit their outfits so perfectly. And thus, spring began for my dear Owls. (ᓀ ᵥ ᓂ)

Baltazar is back to romancing and cheating. Since his aspiration only needs one more step to be finished (have 5 exes, Abeba already counted as one), he decided to focus more on his individual targets. I almost feel sorry for Pearl; she had a loving wife, is Unflirty, and yet a handsome devil managed to destroy it for her and plans to leave her in the end. But not after he produces more offsprings!! ✨

In the meantime, Dominika started her furry phase, wearing that green bear costume everywhere. Bal found it so amusing that he bought tooons of animal-themed face masks for her. She loved them... a bit too much, it seems. She's a bit eccentric at times, especially when I don't control her. Sometimes I catch her staring at the mirror in her future siblings' room, in almost a complete darkness. Well, when you have a father like Baltazar, you're bound to have something weird going on with you. ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

I hope you enjoyed today's text wall of a post XDDD A lot has happened, and even more will happen. Bal started building a Servo, Dominika's tweaking from the slight lack of attention, and I'm gonna be unemployed starting this weekend. Hopefully nothing bad happens to my Owls... Stay tuned~ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[imnotgoinganywhereok]

Yeah, newsflash, past me, they won't hire you XDDD I swear, some of the companies need to get off their high horses and start communicating with their potential employees. Girlie said she'll call me to give me the answer, I waited a whole day and nothing happened, and when I call her myself at 2PM the next day? "We picked another candidate" is a perfectly normal thing to say and I understand it fully, BUT YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME THIS YESTERDAY LIKE YOU PROMISED, RIGHT??? I'm waiting for the world to collapse at this point. Maybe I'll get rid of myself so I don't burden my parents anymore. Iono ┐(￣ヘ￣;)┌

Baltazar's adventures continue!! He finally invited his parents and gratsparents to a party at his new house. Not his father's sisters, though; Bal might be evil but he loves his dada more. This house really is much different than what people in Henford-on-Bagley are used to, so all the guests spent quite a lot of time admiring the style and Bal's taste... and drinking!! There was a lot of drinking, and to be fair, why shouldn't there be? Baltazar's doing great, has a house, money, good life. Of course everyone is happy for him!! This one's for you, my green bean. ( •ᴗ•)⸝🥂⸜(•ᴗ• )

As for the love life, he's still going on many dates. Many, many dates. Restaurants, karaoke nights, sleepovers... Lately, Bal even managed to convince Abeba to leave her wife, Dorsey. It was a nasty sight to witness but why should he care? It's simply all part of his plan... and aspiration!! As long as he gets what he wants. It's fun, after all, and that's all that matters. Ψ(｀▽´)Ψ Keep your fingers crossed for my evil boy, and see you another time!! Happy simming~

[imnotgoinganywhereok]

As per usual, I got ill at work. I took 3 (THREE) days off while there's still 5 other workers and only up to 25 children at preschool... and they're bitching about it. Girlie, I want to keep my voice and be healthy, okay? You think martyrdom will make the employers appreciate me or something? That I'll come to a PRESCHOOL ILL and I'll be offered a permanent employment? I'm not even making enough money for my degree to be worth it, dream on. And, of course, every single other thing that happened on Tuesday was shit, too. The dermatologist I waited a month for was very uncaring about my condition, the medicine I wanted to buy was not available in my CITY, and the figurines I waited almost a year for came in such a bad state that I just had to return them. Fucking shoot my clown ass.

So, the Sims stuff now!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა Baltazar has started his romance adventure already, his first victim- I mean, target- I mean, person of interest is an elderly woman named Abeba Douglas. She's a funky gal, a bit jealous too... She's also married but apparently it's not a problem for neither her, nor for Baltazar. Perfect!! I mean, look at my green bean boy - would you say no to that sweet baby face? Even though he plans to cheat on you with four different sims and maybe make you die from a cardiac explosion? (◉‿◉)

Anyway, this is all for now!! A bit of venting, and a bit of playing. Also, this is the new love-themed restaurant I talked about in the other post a month ago. I hope all of you are doing well lately, hope you're safe and healthy too. Until next time~ ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)