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im-da-bronx · 5 years ago

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Executive dysfunction life hacks, loopholes, and shortcuts

By me, your local adhd disaster

Some of these I am currently not doing but that’s more of a funds and location situation b/c I’m living with my parents

Get one of those roomba vacuums that plugs into a station. That way you only need to empty it once a month, and you don’t have to worry about remembering to vacuum.

Get one of those air filtering systems. I’ve heard that they suck the dust out of the air (less cleaning, yay!!) and it’s supposed to be really good for people with allergies and asthma. These, too, only need to be emptied once a month or so.

PAPER PLATES. PAPER PLATES EVERYWHERE. You WILL thank me, when you don’t have a pile of dirty dishes piled up in the sink. Yes, have regular dishes, but save those for special occasions, and use paper plates and disposable cutlery for everyday.

If you can, set up your bills to be paid automatically, top priority, every month. That way you don’t have to worry about forgetting to pay them, and you don’t have to worry about not having enough money, because you pay them FIRST, and then use the rest for other expenses. (Is it obvious I have no clue how banking works?)

Keep a wastebasket in your room. That way you can throw out all of the food wrappers without having to trek all the way to the kitchen/bathroom/wherever, and having a trash free bedroom is a must.

Try to do your laundry once a week, because if you’re anything like me, you’ll have only gone through three or four outfits, and it’s way easier and less time consuming/stressful/requires less spoons to fold three shirts, two pants, and six pairs of socks than folding a months worth of clothes.

NO DUMPING LOCATIONS. Try to not have a beanbag chair/steamer trunk/desk/whatever in your bedroom, because you WILL want to dump your laundry and assorted things there to deal with later. DO NOT. I do not have one, but I want to get a desk for my bedroom, and I will be getting a slanted drafting desk, because if it’s flat, I WILL dump things there.

Avoid over-complicated neurotypical organizers. If you’re not going to hang up your shoes every time, then just get a big bucket to dump them in. You will not be tempted to dump not-shoes into your shoe bucket, because shoes are gross and dirty and you don’t want your things dirty. **This comes with the caveat that you might wear the same two pairs of shoes over and over again, simply because you can’t see your other shoes.**

If you take medication every morning, put your Flintstones vitamins (or equivalent) right next to your medication so that you don’t forget to take it. I know that I forget to take my vitamins, and it’s really not good because I’m borderline anemic, and I’m not getting enough iron.

On that note, DRINK WATER. I will forget to drink water, so I try to make it fun. I’ll drink out of a dollar tree chalice, or a pirate’s rum bottle, or I’ll take shots or smth. If you can’t make yourself drink water b/c of the taste or smth (which happens), try to drink Gatorade or other flavored electrolyte juices (my go-to is fruit punch Gatorade, which is great until you brush your teeth and think you’re bleeding)

If you rely on packaged snacks to eat, try to buy healthier snacks, such as granola bars, trail mix, fruit cups, etc., b/c they’ll have nutrients that you need, and b/c sometimes the flavor mix up from ‘sugary junk food’ to ‘salty trail mix’ or whatever can be satisfying to those of us who get bored with repeating things. You don’t need to completely cut out junk food, b/c any food is better than none, but it will make you feel better if you’re in the mindset of, “I’m gross, I don’t eat healthy, I don’t work out,” b/c then you’ll be like, “wait, I ate a fruit cup today! Fruit is healthy!” And fruit is tasty and has water and vitamins.

Facial wipes. Sometimes (most of the time) I’m in a rush to leave or I just don’t have the energy to pull out the face scrub and completely wash my face, so facial wipes are a must. The ones I get act as a cleanser and makeup remover, and they don’t require rinsing afterwards (though I prefer to rinse my face if I can). These are great, because if you’re self concious of acne or oily skin, but can’t bring yourself to completely wash your face, these will make you feel fresh and clean.

Wide toothed combs for my friends with crazy curly hair. When I had mono (AVOID AT ALL COSTS) I would roll out of bed (often already partially in my uniform) brush my teeth, and use one of these on my hair. It was a huge change from before, when I would take a shower every single morning, and spend at least ten minutes on my hair and appearance every day. The trick with these (to not brush your curls out completely, but also avoid tangles and rats nests) is to start from the bottom with DRY hair, then wet your hands and run your fingers through, dampening the curls enough to re-clump and re-curl them, without making your hair dripping wet.

If you have to/like to wear makeup, but don’t like that it costs so many spoons, try to figure out why. My makeup routine used to take 30 minutes for just the basics, but recently I bought a kabuki brush (so soft!!) and it took 10 minutes to do my makeup. I then realized that my routine before consisted of 50% makeup application, and 50% washing my hands a million times b/c I had a super small sponge applicator and I’d use my fingers a lot.

If you have hobbies that require a bunch of supplies, but organizing them is a pain, get a giant plastic tub and dump everything in there. That way you don’t have to worry about “my paints are over here, but my canvases are over there” because giant tubs can fit a lot. I recently did this with my knitting and crocheting stuff, and it’s great, because while, yes, I really liked the baskets I had them in before (pretty woven reed ones), they weren’t conducive to stacking, and I had so much yarn that it would fall out and roll everywhere.

If you have trouble getting out of bed, try sleeping with a pet. When my dog would sleep with me, I’d have to get up to let her out in the morning, which was a mental “hey, be aware, you have to get up soon” when I went back to bed. DO NOT RELY ON THIS METHOD, use it as more of a guide/reminder, unless you have a specially trained service pet.

Try feeding your pets treats at the same time every day, coinciding with your ideal mealtimes. That way, they know it’s time for them to eat, and they’ll remind you, and you’ll remember to eat. **this also works with children, in that they’ll make you make them food, and you’ll be reminded to eat**

Slippers are great for of your feet get cold easily/you don’t like dirty feet/you don’t have the energy to put on shoes. Be aware, though, that if you don’t like dirty feet, or if your feet get really cold, you should wear socks with your slippers, because if you don’t, your feet will get really sweaty (gross) and then, b/c your feet are damp (ew) they’ll get EVEN COLDER (no)

Lists are good. If you’re like me, though, and you need about five separate lists (one for your daily routine, one for chores, one for your daily goals, one for your weekly goals, one for things you’d like to do eventually, one for ideas you want to look up, etc) get a day+week+month planner. If you’re like me, you won’t want to use a 2020 planner if you’re beginning it in July (b/c my brain is weird and doing that is just Not A Good Idea, though it isn’t Banned) so if you’re weird like me get one without any dates in it (or ambiguous dates, like the month and day, but not the year or specific week day) so you can start anytime, or plan ahead and get the yearly one in December.

Reward yourself!! If you know you did everything you’re supposed to in a week, buy a Frappuccino or an ice cream, something you don’t get very often. If you’ve been putting off watching that show, but you went for a walk two days this week, watch that episode! *try not to make the rewards too vague/far off or too close, because you either won’t do it because “I’m never gonna get one” or “why should I, it’s RIGHT THERE”

Put music on while you’re working/cleaning/etc. upbeat music will get you dancing, and hey you’re standing up, so you might as well take these shirts those three feet to the hamper.

Use the “fuck it” method (I’ll try it, and if it works, nice, if it doesn’t, fuck it, I gave it a shot.)

If all else fails, throw your phone away (social media is a huge distraction, I spent an hour writing this instead of doing other things)

Please feel free to add on to this!! I am always in need of finding new ways to do things, as I either forget, or realize there are too many steps to doing a thing, and my brain doesn’t like it.

#adhd #funny #relatable #executive dysfunction #adhd life hacks #neurodivergent life hacks #executive dysfunction life hacks #spoonie help #spoonie life hacks #here you go #im sorry its so long #i tried to make it funny and break up the text so it wasnt such a chore to read

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some-dr-writings · 4 years ago

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Kiibo takes care of sick reader

· At the time you didn’t think much of it. Awaking that morning it just felt like any other bad, allergy season ridden day. Though you had not left your apartment for the last several days, cooped up trying to get your work done, it seemed the fresh autumn wind and pollen had gotten to you once again just as it had any other year. You simply took some pain medicine and kept a box of tissues by your side, making sure all windows were closed and fans turned off just as you had done every other year. You were simply thankful it was not spring, that, was a true nightmare… Or so you thought. The day carried on as usual really, some chores got done such as scrubbing down the bathroom, cooking your comfort food to cheer yourself up a bit, going through that final edit before submitting your work. By the time bedtime had rolled around you were actually feeling a little better and hoped by the next morning you’d be right as rain.

· Through the night as you tried to sleep something inside you quickly morphed. From a dry, runny nose to this dull throbbing, stinging pain that seemed to course through you. At first you assumed your nose dried up so much it was in pain again so you simply took more pain medicine, but… it just wouldn’t go away. You heard and felt your every last breath grow heavier, quivering and quaking under some strange pressure. The quilts of your bed, unbearable, suffocating and drowning you in that oppressive heat, yet even when you kicked them off, that heat still just hung there. You just wanted to sleep. You hated this, you hated being awake so early in the morning, but. You. Just. Could. Not. Sleep. You tried sleeping. You really did. You laid there for hours with your eyes shut, but that dull throbbing pain just would not let you. You didn’t want to, but you caved into the temptation of doing… something! If you had to be awake, you could at least be productive, right? Yes, it stimulated your brain, certainly keeping you awake, but… You were exhausted and you hoped that pushing your body a little would be enough to get you to collapse so you could drift off and not be conscious of the pain for even a little while… But that hope was in vain. Try as you might, you couldn’t concentrate on anything, only making your frustrations increase just as rapidly as that stinging pain seemed to zap your muscles forcing them to endlessly tense up, causing them to become sore and tremble under the constant pressure of being so tight. This quickly evolved into the back of your neck killing you as well as forming a wretched headache.

· You hated this.

· You just wanted sleep. Was that truly so much to ask?

· Laying back in bed you stared into that inky darkness as thoughts tried to form but were quickly cut off by that… everything.

· You just couldn’t do anything, but were forced to stay awake through it all? Really? “That’s just cruel.” You mumbled that to yourself, rolling out of bed, and trudging into the living room. There you found your charging phone and mindlessly picked it up, fiddling with the messages, then some app you downloaded long ago but soon forgotten.

· With that constant ringing in our head and ears muffled, hearing proved to be a challenge. Something you were normally rather fearful off, but in the moment, couldn’t care less about. At this point, you honestly couldn’t notice new symptoms in the ever-growing pile.

· You mindlessly droned on, sliding fluffy puff balls to make them explode came to a stop when some text suddenly appeared at the top of your screen. ‘I’m at the door. If you’re not feeling up to unlocking it, would you tell me if anyone has a spare key so I could ask them to let me in?’

· … huh?

· Someone was at the door you guess.

· On unsteady footing you stumbled to the door. Too bad you couldn’t hear the distinctive soft metal clicks you oh so enjoyed hearing when unlocking the door, it was one of the little things in life you loved so much, perhaps it would have put you at ease a little.

· “Ah, Y/N! Here.” His voice was quiet, yet you could still make out the words, the concern seeping from his tone striking you the most. He held your shoulders in a firm grip, keeping you from wavering and toppling over right then and there. “Kiibo? What?... why are you here?” This momentarily caught him by surprise. “You texted me. Do you not remember? Is our condition worse than I thought?” He placed down the bags he had on hand and lead you back to bed. “Wait? I… I did look through my messages, but I texted you?” He sat beside you and placed his hand on your head. “Yes. I’ll show you.” Scrolling through the messages on his phone you saw you had indeed texted, Kiibo. It was semi-coherent with spaces missing or not where hey should be, capitalization seemingly popping up out of nowhere. You were listing off our many aches and pains. Last time Kiibo had sent you, other than saying he was at the door, was how he’d be over to your place right away. “oh, sorry. I don’t know what’s happening, I don’t want you to stay here and get this bug too if I’m sick and it’s not my allergies acting up again.” For a moment Kiibo simply stared at you quirking a brow up, smiling, amused by something. “… You must really be out of it. But it’s no wonder, you’re burning up. Lay down and leave the rest to me!” Before you could say another word, he had already left.

· He soon returned with two small paper bags. “Have you taken any medicine?” “uh, just my prescribed pain meds.” “And when was that?” “Twenty-one, about an hour before I tried going to bed.” “It’s two now, can you take more?” “… Uh. I think so?” “Where is it?” “Ah, yeah, we can just check! Bathroom, lowest shelf on the right, behind the mirror, door, thing. That thing.” “Got it!” After placing the two small bags on the bedside table he sprinted away.

· Being here, trying to care for you, it was a little funny to Kiibo. As he opened the mirror cabinet he recalled how when Shuichi was trying to help him find jobs and they tested out him being a nurse robot. A faulty endeavor since he only had the strength of an old man and could not carry Shuichi, but the main premise was not truly tested. Closing the cabinet with the pill bottle in hand something caught his gaze in the reflection. A small hand towel that hung on the shower door. Perfect! He turned on the faucet, setting it to as cold as it could go before placing the small hand towel under the water. Waiting for the towel to absorb the cold he thought more on the premise. Long ago Kiibo had accepted he was not human but a robot. But that did not mean he was not a person. It was also useful. As a robot he could do things humans cannot. Like care for a sick person and not get sick himself. He’d just need a thorough cleaning to make sure he didn’t spread anything which could easily be done. After wringing out the towel he swiftly made his way back to your room.

· Entering the room, he found you with your hands on your face, breathing heavily, your voice lightly seeping out in quaking rasps. “You can take more pills. Time ran out.” “yay.” Taking a sip of water and the pills you hoped this would help, even if last time didn’t work, maybe it would this time. It was all you could do. “huh?” “Does this help?” He had placed the cold moist towel on your forehead, gently leaning you back onto the bed from sitting up. You sighed, placing your hands on his, pushing down on the towel a little more, adoring the cooling feeling. “Thank you.”

· He gently retracted his hand much to your disappointment. You then noticed he was looking through one of the small paper bags. “… what’s in the bags you brought?” “Ah! Doctor Idabashi let me take some medical supplies from home. Pain medicine, some ingredients for a light meal, he even quickly wrote down the directions so I could make it for you.” “aw, he’s nice, just like you. Like father, like son I suppose.” For a moment, he froze, those words completely catching him off guard. He softly smiled, holding the folded-up paper, ‘best oatmeal recipe’ written on it in neat, albeit tiny writing. “… Yeah, he is. He said this should only take eight minutes. I’ll be right back.” “Wait, you don’t know where everything is in the kitchen. I’ll cook with you.” “No, you’re sick. You need to rest.” “W-we don’t know that.” “Fine. Clearly you are unwell.” Shakily you sat up. “at least let me rest on the living room couch so I can be nearby and tell you where I keep everything.” “Only if you don’t enter the kitchen and try to cook.” You grumbled as you used the bedside table for support. “Okay.” Holding onto Kiibo’s arm, he gently led you to the couch.

· You flinched hearing a loud metal crash that was able to pierce through your muffled ears. “… Need help?” “N-no!” Though he found it to be rather silly, he was annoyed. “… Maybe.” You chuckled at the sheepish tone in his voice. “Where are the cups?” No matter where he looked, he could not find them. “And the tablespoons and teaspoons… And the knife block, and- HEY!!” He pointed at you taking on what you assumed to be a fighting stance. “No going into the kitchen!” “Just… getting the suff. I won’t cook.” Reluctantly he let you pass, standing in the middle of the kitchen with his arms crossed, watching as you shambled about. “Anything else?” “Uh… just a microwave safe bowl.” “okay.” “Then right after it’s straight back to the couch!” “uh-huh.”

· Kiibo wondered what it felt like to be sick, for one’s body to be working to fight off something within yourself. Was it like when he didn’t maintain his vents and fans? It was odd and saddening how in trying to protect yourself, you were left so miserable. When letting you hold on to him he got a close look at you, seeing how your whole body trembled, pale skin slightly shiny and clammy from a thin layer of sweat, the bags under your eyes a deep dark purple, your cheeks and nose flushed a bright red. Once you were sat down, he went straight to work, a newfound determination coursing through him!

· You were surprised at just how quick Kiibo was. You though he had just sat you down, but there he was sitting beside you, a hot, steaming bowl and spoon on the table before you as Kiibo held your shoulders looking absolutely worried. “Y/N, how are you feeling?” “Uh, dizzy, really dizzy.” “Wait right here.” He then dashed away. Suddenly there was pressure on your shoulders and head. It was cool. Your water bottle was held out to you. “Thanks.” As you were twisting off the cap you noticed what was placed atop you. “My towel? I see. Tha-thanks.” Your head felt so light suddenly, and you were terrified. That was till Kiibo leaned you against his shoulder. “What do you need? Can I get you anything? Should I take you to a hospital?” “… just pass me the oatmeal please.” “Uh… are you sure that’s all?” You simply nodded. It wasn’t hot, or was it? You weren’t sure you could tell, since almost everything felt hot right now. You huffed after taking a bite. “Is something wrong?” “… there’s apples, raisins, cranberries, but… I can’t tase any of it.” Solemnly you took another bite.

· When finished you placed the bowl on the table before you. “I’ll cle- Y/N?” He was perplexed and a little flustered by how you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling into his shoulder. “you’re cool.” Was all you muttered before falling silent. “… Okay.”

· Through the night and day no words were exchanged. You simply slept as Kiibo held you close. On occasion he’d wriggle out of your grasp, taking the towel, placing it in ice water and wringing it out, finding you slowly awakening before draping the towel over you and holding you again. It was alright. He didn’t need to sleep or eat, and his batteries could last him for a week without rest, so he’d stay by you for as long as you needed. He simply wished he could do more, but… maybe this was enough. Though just to be sure of that Kiibo looked up your symptoms online, only to start internally panicking thinking you were dying, hurriedly texting Doctor Idabashi who despite having a difficult time, managed to calm Kiibo, convincing him the internet was not a good place to look up medical diagnoses much of the time before Kiibo had called an ambulance… Hopefully him being with you was enough, and eventually when you got better, he realized it was… and vowed to himself not to seek the internet’s advice when trying to diagnose something ever again.

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valkyrieofsmut · 5 years ago

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How have you been doing?

Um… This is super late… It came in at the same time as the last ask I answered… but the answer to it is actually why I haven't been able to answer lol. I also feel like I'm using it to just air out nonsense and be selfish...

So. Short answer- busy!

I spent last week training a new girl, hopefully she'll do well.

The week before that, we put the fan in the window to cool it down while we were sleeping, and I felt like I had the flu, like death warmed over… Because of allergies…? I've never had allergies to plants before in my life. But, I've also never been allergic to gingerbread or spice cookies before in my life. Guess I am now… 😭 I love spice cookies...

I also… mostly I gotta say I've been feeling overwhelmed for a while. I'm starting to get pandemic fatigue.

I moved at the start of this- actually, the day after the American quarantine was announced was the day we signed the papers. Three months in, and… Guess who still is still hovering around halfway unpacked. Yep.

My guy and I are both essential employees, but at his work, they cut the temps and cut to only half of the machines running to have social distancing, and have been trying to keep up full production, plus they're getting into the busy season.

At my work, we are now the sole around the clock caregivers, with clients who are extremely vulnerable, have anxiety, some of them to the extreme of self harm attacks, and can't understand why everything is suddenly changing and why they can't do the things they want to/ use to.

It is very wearing on the nerves.

The added benefit of being the manager is being in charge of the whole thing, and helping with the other house, and there not being any CLEANING SUPPLIES?! Do you know how much I love and use disinfectant wipes at my job?! I should get stock in the company that makes them, honestly…

And, side note… I can tell you that hope flies on the wings of bleach. Verified.

Other than that, just going to the chiropractor to try to get my back straightened out, and it's regressing me through all the pain I've been in through the years. I'm at the point now that I can't stand more than ten minutes without being in screaming pain… so fun to be there again...

Yeah. Just all that.

I have been having trouble writing some of the stuff I had been working on, so I haven't been able to get stuff out, but I did start writing two new stories… Because I don't have enough WIPs lol. But it is helping me feel inspired again! So yay!

I'm working on moving all my stuff to Ao3, and trying to get caught up here, though I mostly only have access to my phone and tumblr doesn't like to work for editing on it.

Also, the protests and riots that have been happening…

Luckily, I don't live in a place where they have been so violent, not that they haven't been violent at all, but it is less so.

Be safe out there! Stay safe; wash your hands often, wear your masks, and remember social distancing -6 feet apart- when protesting. Please stay peaceful! Violence only breeds more violence, so let's show them, and history, just how harsh they are being by the stark contrast. I'm lucky to be in a place where it's not as rowdy and violent, I know, but stay safe, and peaceful when you can.

Black lives matter.

People of color matter.

Members of the LGBTQ+ community matter.

I love you. I support you.

We'll stand together.

Y'all can send in how you feel, too!

I feel super selfish and self important when I talk about myself...

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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Do you believe in any conspiracy theories? some

What trends do you refuse to give in to? basically all of them What types of perfume/cologne do you like on your preferred sex? none How do you get rid of anxiety? wish I knew! Are you a more of a homebody, or someone who’s always out with friends? homebody Are you materialistic? been told - in a sentimental way, not rich way Would you consider yourself open-minded? no Is there anything in your life right now that needs fixing? my body/mind Would you say that the simple things in life make you happy? they make me smile, I enjoy them Do you come up with your own words or sayings often? yes What’s the first thing you think of when I say ‘pearl necklace’?

Gummi worms: Yay or nay? nay What do you do when you have ‘me time’? why after the question before it sounds so... ekhem... What’s your opinion on Weird Al Yankovic? I liked his SW song Have you ever met someone online that you wanted to meet in real life? yup and met but only one person When was the last time you entertained yourself with shadow puppets? not that long time ago tbh as I like to do that randomly :D

What do you think S.H.C. stands for? school lmfao

Have you ever heard of Salad Fingers? mhm *I like rusty spoons

How do you feel about oldies (50’s-70’s) music? depends on the song

Ford or Dodge? Ford What’s your favorite element: fire, earth, wind or water? I think that most spectacular, in a movie/book, is fire, then wind, earth is most lame but I still dislike water, when it comes to real life then eart would be most interesting instead hahaha but I’m either wind or earth probably

Do you visit craft/hobby stores often? nope

How do you feel about spiked collars? cool

What’s keeping you from going after the person you like? I’ve been writing about it plenty of times...

Who/what brings out the best in you? depends on your definition of “best”

Have you ever watched or read A Clockwork Orange? no and don’t want/plan to

How do you feel about plastic pink flamingos? love

Do you like your ice cream super frozen or somewhat melted? in between

Fill in the blanks: I wish _____ knew _____. I wish I knew what’s wrong with me and how to fix it. I wish I knew what’s good and bad and what I should do. I wish I knew who I am and what I want/need.

Do you enjoy playing with magnets? :3 I collect them but don’t play with magnets

How do you handle an awkward moment? depends

The Beatles: totally amazing or horribly overrated? overrated

Have you ever felt like you belonged in a different century? not really

Pretend you just saw a shooting star. What do you wish for? health *not that it will work

Was your first phone a flip phone? nope What is an old website that closed down that you miss? polyvore forever <3 Do you listen to Grace VanderWaal? If yes, what’s your favorite song of hers? I know/like one of her songs - I don’t like you What is the grossest thing you have ever vomited up? everything about puking is disgusting so... If you had had a baby in high school, what would you have named him or her? omg...

Are you foreign-born? I was born and live in Poland Do you drink coffee with your breakfast? I don’t drink coffee at all

Did you know that dolphins & whales are mammals? I did Are all of your grandparents still alive? no

do you need to take a smoke break? I don’t smoke honestly, do you think that you’re going to be an overprotective parent? I won’t be a parent :P what kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed? uh... have you ever been tutored or tutored someone yourself? been tutored would you rather wear necklaces, bracelets, rings, or earrings? hmm... is everything you have on actually yours? sure when was the last time you wore a band-aid and why? wbiłam sobie metalowy drut w palec what would you do if you discovered that you had a 7 year old kid? ... how? moon sand or play doh? Playdoh do you honestly believe that someone will waste their time reading this? I know she will pfft what’s something you need to get done soon? don’t remind me... your grandparents just died in a plane crash, what are you doing? sit confused as why would they be in a plane in the first place? :o if i came to your house, could i find any kind of chocolate? ask my mother do your parents allow smoking in your house? hell no last person you left a voicemail for? I don’t like voicemails what is the last thing you charged? cellphone have you ever held a snake? I wanna describe to me the nearest stuffed animal to you. there’s shitload of those around me do you ever wear sleep masks when you sleep or shower caps when you shower? neither zebrah print, cheetah print, cow print, polka dots, or stripes? stripes would you rather go to a beach, and amusement park, or a water park? beach or amusement park, definitely not water park

Have you ever thought about becoming a crime scene investigator? yep

If I asked around, would people say you’re an actually good friend? doubt it

Where are your siblings at right now, if you have any? most likely her apartment

Do people say you complain too much? I know I do, sorry not sorry?

Have you ever considered changing your sexual orientation? there was a moment

Do you miss any of your past best friends? kinda

Have you graduated high school yet? If so, what color were your cap and gown? we didn’t have caps and gowns

Does your significant other complain about the way you dress? does she? XD

Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? would say so

What would you do if a stranger smacked your ass and whistled? dunno

Do you understand the game of Monopoly? why not

Do you ever make fun of short people? I’m short...

Would you say you’re reliable to be a good babysitter? I don’t like kids

Do you feel replaced in any way at all right now? when my dad plays with my niece :( also when I see/hear about my ex friends and exes in general?

Do you think it’s actually possible to have a ‘beautiful nightmare?’ yes

Have you ever held an intervention for someone before? I don’t want to participate in such a thing

Do you ever blame your problems on someone else? only if they’re at blame

As a child, were you ever made fun of? What about right now? I’ve been bullied my whole life

Are you more of an open, optomistic person or lonely and pessimistic? loner* and pessimistic but I’m also quite open about who I am, because I’m an introvert doesn’t mean I’m shy

What is the last thing you tried on in a store? not sure what was last

When did you realize you are no longer a child? this question makes me sad Is sleeping naked more comfortable then in clothes? no idea Are you comfortable enough around your friends to change in front of them? I don’t care most of the time anymore tbh Have you ever had a dream in which you were making out, or more, with someone? smth more more often than just kissing which is weird Do you prefer to fix the problems or just end the relationship? depends Have you ever accidentally stepped on a cat tail? possibly

Did you know that when a worm is cut in two both pieces grow again and continue living? been told Do veggies gross you out? why Have you ever dated someone in secret? :x Do you bring pillows and blankets on road trips? nope Does walking by yourself make you nervous? might When dog’s bark, do you think it actually sounds like ‘ruff’? no What about when cows moo? yup Do you kiss your pets? yuk Have you ever forgotten where you parked your car? I don’t drive Does your leg itch right now? not rn Would you rather marry someone repulsive or be alone forever? be alone When is the last time you saw a monkey on TV? I don’t watch TV Would you be sad if you were 50 and still not married? nope Is it dark out yet? mhm Do hugs help when you’re sad? sometimes Do you buy more things online or in stores? stores Do online dating sites ever work? not for me

Do you find kite flying boring? if for a long time Have you ever released a paper lantern? I’d like to

Do you ever listen to Jpop? not anymore What is the best summer camp you have ever been to? been to two and both had good and bad sides Is your bed next to a window? it’s not

Have you ever ran a cash register? I have

Does anyone appreciate your talents? what talents? Do you ever write letters and send them through the mail? used to Have you ever had an allergy test at the doctor’s? even recently

Skeletons or scarecrows? scarecrows

Do you own pumpkin earrings? - Have you ever walked through a haunted house? no thx Have you ever asked someone to be your Valentine? and they laughed at me?...

Do you like the name Ellery? sounds like Celery so no

Do you find cemeteries pretty? yeah Does your phone screen freeze a lot? could say so

Do you tend to wear the color blue the most? as a kid Did you kiss anyone on New Years? never Who did you spend your last velentine’s day with? by myself

Is there anything plugged to your computer? two pendrives and powerbank Anyone ever got you something while you were with them without you knowing? sort of Are you more of the indie or mainstream type? indie Where is your favorite place to be massaged? I don’t receive massages When did you last speak with your grandparents? years ago Don’t you hate it when something limits the amount you can type/write? very Do you live where there are a lot of cows? nope Have you ever went an entire day without looking at yourself in the mirror? as a person who avoids mirrors... Do you like the colors purple and orange together? depends? Honestly, do you smell nice at the moment? do I ever? my partner tells me I do but I’ve been told I stink several times before

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krystalreverb · 5 years ago

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Something Human (Fic Preview #3)

Edelgard sat down. It was the first time she hadn't been around Hubert in the last few days, and suddenly she felt very alone. Byleth came over and put their hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, don't look so down. He'll be back soon enough. You want some food? Dorothea cooked, but don't worry, I supervised. It came out just fine. I already had one, and I'm not in the infirmary, so they're fine.” Byleth offered Edelgard a sandwich from the plate on the table. Edelgard sighed and took one. “So what's the matter? You look so glum.”

“It's nothing, Professor. I just feel a little strange after that potion, that's all.” She said, taking a bite. “I can't help but worry. We really were fools.”

“Hey, everybody's a fool when they're in their 20s. Your twenties are supposed to be about being a fool, and screwing things up. Hell, I'm not that much older than you, and even I can be an idiot sometimes. You entered into a rather enthusiastic romantic and sexual relationship without thinking through all the consequences first. It happens. But I have to ask.... is he at least good in bed?”

“Professor!” Edelgard said, scandalized. Then she grinned wickedly. “Extremely. You heard Linhardt. According to Linhardt, you heard me. Now, for an inexperienced as we both are, he is at the very least adequate. He knows what he's doing, anyway.”

“Good! So at least you have that going for you. And I'm glad you found the book you needed. I've done my best to replace the ones that Seteth got rid of but I'm not a miracle worker.” Byleth said. “I'll see if I can't find some sheepskin in the marketplace and fashion you two a few condoms. I'm a mercenary, I know how to make them. Believe it or not, my father taught me. He knows what mercenaries get up to. They make cheaper ones out of oiled paper and beeswax but I think Hubert's allergic to beeswax. Last time I tried to give him anything with beeswax like that in it he broke out into a rash and was scratching for four days. It took three trips to the infirmary to clear it up.” They clapped Edelgard on the back good-naturedly and got up to walk away to stand back in the corner and let their students interact.

“It's the herbal oils he's allergic to.” Edelgard corrected nonchalantly, looking over her shoulder to Byleth walking away. “He has to fashion his own hypoallergenic soap, unscented. He's allergic to the lavender oil in the standard military soap.”

“Yeah, that was it. I had him deliver a bar of soap to a soldier who'd run out and he came back red and blotchy.” Byleth confirmed idly, picking up a dining hall menu and beginning to absently flip through it.

“That explains why he always smells like rendered grease!” Caspar interrupted. “I always wondered why he smelled kinda like weapon oil when he doesn't use a weapon. I thought it was just another Mystery of Hubert.”

Edelgard snorted. “He's allergic to a few things, actually. Strawberries, herbal oils, and certain nuts, I believe. He may have seasonal allergies as well, but he never spends enough time outdoors for me to study that. I think the only herbal oil he's not allergic to is peppermint, but he hates both the scent and taste of peppermint so he doesn't use it for anything.”

“How can one hate peppermint? It is being such a useful and tasty thing!” Petra exclaimed. “I am thinking that Hubert is the strange one.”

Edelgard giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, and snorting. “I don't understand it either, but he does. He's said he likes the scent of spearmint, specifically, but he's allergic to spearmint and spearmint oil so he doesn't use that either.”

“Yeah, yeah, allergies and stuff; Hubert's got a rash or whatever. So tell me.” Caspar slid in close, eyebrows wiggling playfully, elbowing Edelgard in the ribs gently, “Does he have a magic penis?”

“What? No!” Edelgard flushed, shoving him away, which only made him laugh. “Do you really believe that the only way I'd be attracted to him would be if his penis was magical?”

“Oh, I thought he said 'matching penis'.” Ferdinand said out loud, almost with relief, hand on his chest like he'd almost had a heart attack.

“I feel like most men have a matching penis.” Linhardt yawned, looking up from his book briefly and gesturing down his body with his hand lazily towards his crotch.

“Eh, you'd think.” Byleth replied bluntly and without hesitation from their corner, flipping through the dining hall menu idly and not looking up, making half the table laugh uncomfortably.

“I am hating this conversation very much.” Petra curled up her nose in disgust. “Can we please be speaking of something else that is not Hubert's penis?”

“I am inclined to agree with Petra.” Edelgard said firmly. “My relationship-- nor Hubert's genitals-- should not be the most talked-about subject at this table.”

“Look, we'll just come out and say it. We all heard you guys having ridiculous, loud, kinky sex all last night. Of course your relationship is going to be the most talked-about thing here. The proud, powerful Emperor and her loyal dark knight who worships the ground she walks on. It's like stuff out of Dorothea's bad romance novels.” Caspar said. Dorothea pouted.

“They're not bad!” She insisted.

“They're awful.” Ferdinand blurted. “As if a nobleman would ever behave in such a manner. Sleeping his way through half the maids? That's unbecoming of a noble. A real noble would at least choose one.”

“Anyway,” Caspar stressed, quieting the idle chatter, “What I'm trying to say is, we're all very happy for you, woohoo you found love in the middle of this war-torn hellscape we live in, yay! But of course it's going to be talked about. You can't just wake up half the Strike Force with your loud kinky Hubert sex and expect us not to talk about it.”

Edelgard blushed furiously. “I suppose, in my position I should have been more careful.”

“Sometimes, to be letting go of your crown and having a good time is necessary.” Petra said. “Just do not be doing it so loudly.”

“I already apologized for that!” Edelgard's face seemed to turn even redder. “I honestly didn't realize I was being so loud, and Hubert didn't say anything because, as he puts it, 'I happened to be enjoying myself'. Apparently he likes it when I scream.”

“We can tell.” Ferdinand said. “We could hear him, too, you know. He wasn't exactly silent either. We all heard him yelling out blessings and thanks to Gods last night. He's loud too. And we're pretty sure he has a little body worship fetish.”

Edelgard's face met the table with a subdued groan. Hubert came trotting back in, covered in dirt, with the trowel in his hand. Brushing off his clothes, he handed the trowel back to Byleth and sat down at the table with his head in his hands. Edelgard put her hand on his back, between his shoulderblades. He sighed and lifted his head. He looked around. “What? What are you all gawking at?” He hissed.

Caspar covered his mouth with his hand to avoid laughing. He turned away, snickering into his hand.

Hubert huffed and took a sandwich. “You realize that I don't even have to touch you to kill you, right? I can kill you where you stand from over here. Won't even cost me any effort. It's as simple as breathing, crushing your stupid head with dark magic. Shall we see what color your brains are? Probably blue, as oxygen-deprived as your brain obviously must be inside that thick skull of yours.” He eyed Caspar dangerously, his golden eyes glinting with murderous intent.

Caspar immediately looked away, whistling innocently, pretending not to notice that Hubert was clearly angry and about to commit a random act of violence.

“They kept asking me if you had a magic penis.” Edelgard tattled, pouting.

“Aw, come on!” Caspar crowed, looking back at them. “Tattletale!”

Hubert snorted. “It's about as magical as the rest of me. I could probably piss out a hex or two if I tried.” He replied, taking a bite of his sandwich. “That being said, I try not to use magic in the bedroom if I can help it. I find it cheapens the experience.”

“Oh? Then what was that back there?” Edelgard teased. “What with the conjuring?”

Caspar worriedly mouthed 'conjuring?' towards Petra, who simply shrugged and seemed to indicate she didn't want to think about it, waving her hand dismissively. Dorothea's eyes went very wide. What on earth is Hubert conjuring in the bedroom? Byleth snorted loudly and covered it up by coughing into their hand.

“I said I try, not that I always succeed.” Hubert said, face turning pink slightly. “Is this going to become 20 Questions about our relationship from this room?”

“It'll be 50 if I can drag Bernadetta out of her room. Five minutes.” Ferdinand rushed off. Hubert rolled his eyes.

“Great. All I wanted was food.” He lamented. “I haven't eaten much in the last couple of days.”

“Nor have I.” Edelgard sighed. “Another foolish decision on our part.”

“In our defense, I truly, honestly was not in the mood for doing anything else.” Hubert admitted. “Why? Why eat when you alone could sustain me?” Most of their friends could not have said before that moment that they had ever seen quite a look of saccharine love in Hubert's eyes before, nor had they seen him ever tick up Edelgard's chin in such a loving, nurturing way with his index finger. Edelgard blushed.

“Quiet, you. Eat your sandwich.” She chided, cheeks pink and hands placed delicately on Hubert's chest. “Wasn't it you who said we should keep this behind closed doors?”

Caspar made mock gagging noises. Dorothea slowly pulled out a notebook and a quill, and began taking notes, as though her friends' relationship would come with a quiz at the end.

“Please.” Hubert eyed Caspar warningly before continuing. “Our friends, at least, have made it perfectly clear that they already know. At least, around them, I can adore you, can I not? Is it not a fundamental human right of a man to adore and cherish those who he loves?”

Caspar groaned. Dorothea was writing in her notebook furiously, occasionally looking up to get a good look at Hubert stroking Edelgard's cheek, or Edelgard's blushing cheeks and eyes cast down as though she were nervous. Linhardt was eyeing the happy couple with contempt and mild disgust. They were spoiling his appetite and being altogether cruel. Poor Linhardt had no one to warm his soul on a chilly night, so why should they get to be so cavalier about their own forbidden love?

Edelgard laughed and finally gently pushed Hubert away. “Eat. Take it as an order if you have to. You can't fight if you're going hungry, and I need you now more than ever to break through the enemy ranks. You're the only one of us who can use dark magic. We need a little of that. So eat.”

“Of course, my lady. I obey.” He took another bite of his sandwich and settled into his seat.

#hubert #edelgard #hubelgard #edelbert #fic preview #something human #hubert is such a goddamn garbage man i love him #also ferdinand is such an airhead #i love him #i love all of them #i am black eagles trash #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem

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tribridkissed · 5 years ago

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Everything Afflicting Lil’ Ol’ Me…

Sleep Paralysis:

Starting off with the basics here because this has been what sort of started it all. When I was little, I was super into the whole idea of spirits. I honestly still am for different reasons, but it started when I was young and having sleep problems. The doctors still don’t know why it started, but I’ve always thought I sensed ‘presences’ so I told ghost stories…because I saw ‘ghosts’ in my sleep, some of which were terrifying and would sit on my chest and I’d still feel that feeling when I woke up, so duh it was real.

When I was a teenager, I started getting these hallucinations far more vividly and the doctors started to take it a lot more seriously, especially when I was getting depressed and suicidal on top of it all. Turned out I had ‘Old Hag’s Syndrome’, or ‘Sleep Paralysis’, and there was now a logical explanation for it. Basically my brain wakes up sometimes before my body does, and I’m paralyzed but I can still see the hallucinations. Feeling pinned down and violated is honestly the worst, and it fucks me up for the rest of the day mentally when it happens. It is why I’m against lucid dreaming, and why I vehemently believe in demons and evil spirits even if doctor’s wanna just call it a hallucination induced by stress. Either way, I have insomnia sometimes too and my sleep is all over the place and that never helps one’s body.

Hormone Imbalances

My hormones have probably been all over the place my whole puberty experience? Like, my periods started out being heavy, irregular and painful. I know that’s mostly normal--we women handle cramps like a boss, okay?--but I would have to stay home from school once or twice in a row every time I got my period, because I was curled up in a ball hurling: much like I do now. Going on birth control helped for a while and then started to make it worse, so we took me off of the birth control and my period started to even out and I stopped getting so sick, unless I ovulated from both sides and not just one, which they found out was also happening. Yay for the possibility of twins naturally, but yikes to the extra hormone surges.

Paraxysmol AFib:

I went through a whole stint of my early 20′s having palpitations in my chest. I just attributed it to my anxiety, and to stress because I had just finished a whole High School career of only honor’s classes, and I had switched from Pre-Med to Early Childhood Development, and so even when the doctors from an arrhythmia, I just sort of dismissed it. I didn't have the time, I was working twelve hours days as a nanny, I was doing college, and I didn't have time...and then I had an AFib attack after exercising and ended up having chest pain.

That pain lasted a month and a half without going away or getting any better, I had a bunch of doctors tell me I was being a hypochondriac, and then I got put on a heart monitor. The heart monitor caught not one but two episodes in the span of three weeks, and it was only then that they took me seriously. So even though I was ‘too young’ and ‘healthy’, I ended up becoming a heart patient at the ripe old age of 25, and it has been part of my life ever since. I take medicine daily to keep my heart rate down, because it beats too fast on its own, and I had to cut down on coffee, which...I was a caffeine addict so that was rough, lol. I’ve had to change dosages, which stresses my body out for a week each time that happens, and it has just been who I am now. I have heart patient jewelry and everything, just in case of emergencies.

Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome

So this all brings me to the next big thing: cyclic vomiting syndrome. I have been sick for 6 months now, nauseous basically every day, vomiting stints every once in a while that land me in urgent care to get IV fluids and meds because nothing will stay in my stomach, it all comes up. This started back in August, now known actual cause, and it has been my main affliction these days. I am on antacid medications, my heart medicine still, and anti nausea I have to take every single day. My body is exhausted, and that’s not even the half of it.

The doctors aren’t even fully sure this is what is going on with me, this is just how they are treating me because they can’t find anything. I have had an MRI, CT scans, ultrasounds, blood tests of all sorts (food allergies, diabetes, etc.), and everything says I am healthy. I have had a tumor removed from my esophagus when they did the endoscopy in the beginning, and I had a history of cysts (I’ve had one in my head, in my arm pits, and now one in my right nasal cavity), and I have a second and third tumor growing in my right arm. They aren’t convinced any of this is related, they just know that my period problem from high school is happening again, so they’re convinced it is hormone induced cyclic vomiting syndrome...which has no for sure cause or cure, so, that has been nice, and has triggered my depression, but I’ve been dealing with my depression my entire life.

Depression/Abuse

Since I was a kid, I’ve had a messed up home life. My uncle did some truly horrible things before he ended up eventually in jail for four life sentences, and short story on that because I simply don’t talk about it, is he used to tape my sister and I shut in boxes, and threaten us with his pet snake. He even through a knife at my cousin once, and would put my sister and up on the top shelf of the closet and leave us there.

On top of that, my Dad was never around much, and he left for good when I was 7, the same year that my grandmother died from the chemo for her ovarian cancer. He is a whole other story in itself, but he only added to my abandonment issues when I was 21 and he showed back up ONLY to talk my sister and I out of making him pay off the back child support he owed (it was a whole thing), and having the audacity to say he stayed away because he loved us...but raised our half siblings, so...just. I don’t like talking about him either.

Then I had a mother who was constantly verbally abusing my sister and I--she still does--and calling us fat even when we were skinny. Telling us we wasted our potential, telling us we’re useless, etc., and only recently getting herself the help she needs for her own emotional issues because she too was abused. Our family is filled with abusers, and she’s much better now that we’ve all addressed we have some problems, but dealing with that on top of all the other things that I deal with now, has been rough.

I feel broken. My mother tells me not to say that, but all of my health issues, and my failed past relationships with boys that have thus kept me single the last three years, make me feel that way. I’m a demisexual person who had two boyfriends cheat because they couldn’t wait for me to be ready for sex, and one basically admit after a little while that he just wanted sex and was “putting up with my feelings until then”, and I dunno, I delved farther into writing and honestly, it has been my only constant.

I’ve been writing stories since I was 6, and this is a hobby, yes, but it is also an escape when I’m not working on my stuff to get published (I’ve actually been a published author since 2011). I’m editing my second book right now and it gets priority sometimes when I’m in a funk, but I have been so sick lately because of my stomach, and just so tired and stressed with work really only keeping me on because they can’t fire me when I have medical reasons and doctor’s notes, and I just thought you guys should know.

I try to be on because writing helps me not think about all of my issues, but sometimes I’m so tired, or so sick, that I just can’t do replies. Plus, my arm with the tumors has been hurting more and more lately, and I may have to get them removed, which will mean another two weeks of a sling and pain meds, and crying myself to sleep because recovery from arm surgery hurts.

So if I’m ever slow, something is up. I love being around to write--it’s my safe space--but I’ve been dealing with a lot lately. I really do love and appreciate all of you, and I’m so grateful that you guys are so patient with me. <3

#out of mystic falls // ooc #damn writing it all out makes me feel a tad sad lmao #tw: sleep paralysis #tw: heart problems #tw: depression #tw: swearing #tw: vomiting mention #tw: period talk #tw: long post #that isn't even all of it because i didn't go into a whole bunch of detail #but that is the just of it guys

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business-as-usual-bats · 6 years ago

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Tim's First Christmas as Robin

Tim walked through the hallways of his school with a smile because he officially had the best life ever.

Why? Because Tim Drake was Robin. He helped people. He saved lives. He worked with literal superheroes. It was hard work, exhausting in every way, it took up all his time, and he still had a lot to learn, but at the end of the day he made a difference in the world.

Batman had begun to warm up to him, too, trusting him more with patrolling certain areas alone and handling common thieves and muggers. Batman even complimented him yesterday!! After Tim solved a mystery about Penguin's disappearing shipments in Gotham Harbor, Bruce said, "Good job" and kinda gave a smile!! According to Dick, that's, like, practically the equivalent of a hug!

And since Dick is coming back to Wayne Manor for the holidays, Batman said Tim doesn't have to go patrolling on Christmas, so he can be with his family.

Tim's parents! That's the best part! His parents were finally coming home after being gone half the year. They were supposed to be home months ago... for the first day of the school year... Halloween... Thanksgiving... but they kept getting held up at their jobs. But this time they promised they'd be there on Christmas Eve! Tim went ahead and put up Christmas lights and a tree in preparation. He had it all planned out. He even got ingredients to make gingerbread cookies. Never before had Tim felt so... festive. A few times he caught himself humming along to the overplayed Christmas jingles on the radio.

So, now was the last day of school before winter break. His last class was Algebra and he took his usual seat by the windows. Everyone was goofing off, the teacher didn't even bother to try to actually teach anything by this point. The class comedian of his peers was talking to everyone,

"Nah, I'm just sayin' it's true! Whenever you're watching a movie and sex scene comes up then -BAM- your parents are right there outta nowhere."

Everyone is laughing, including Tim. God, that'd be embarrassing. Does this really happen that often to other people?

"Yeah, your mom be ignoring you all damn day and then she's suddenly all about your life when people start making out. Like how does she know? It's gotta be like the same magic Santa uses to sense who's naughty or who's nice."

"Shit, man. My dad could be gone for 8 years but as soon as that scene comes up he's right there behind me sayin, 'Hey, son. Watcha watchin'?'"

The jokes are silly and dumb and it makes time pass by quickly. Thr bell signaling the end of the day rings and Tim sets off for Wayne Manor.

Patrol goes well, too. It was all business as normal until the Dynamic Duo got back to the cave and who should be there but

"Dick!" Tim yelled, getting swept up in a classic Grayson hug. "Put me down!"

"Merry Christmas, Tiny Tim!"

"It's not Christmas yet."

"It's Christmas every day if you carry love in your heart." Dick grinned and plopped him on the floor. "I got you the coolest and totally-not-a-robin-motorcycle gift ever!"

"A what?" Tim squeaked. "Motorcycle?? But I don't have anything nearly as cool to give you-"

"Now, now, I specifically said it wasn't a motorcycle. But if it were, then I'd tell you it's fine and not to worry about it! It's Christmas!"

"Dick-"

"I'm gonna hug you again-"

"Don't you dare!"

"Pfft. Fine. But hey, I heard your parents are coming home?"

"YEAH!" And Tim didn't mean to shout but the words starting pouring, "They're gonna be home in time for Christmas and I put up the stockings I made, and I have a list of all of dad's favorite Christmas songs, and I'm gonna make gingerbread cookies cuz I found this awesome recipe online, and I got them the perfect gifts because you see last year my mom was complaining on how she didn't have any earrings that matched my dad's favorite tie that he wears all the time which I think was her way of telling him to get rid of the tie but instead I got him a new tie that's the same color and got matching earrings and-"

"Woah! But you'll still stop by the Manor to say hi, right?"

"Duh! I'm not about to miss out on Alfred's homemade Christmas cookies you guys brag about all the time."

"Good! How was patrol?" And they chatted away until Tim decided it was late and he should go home.

The days dragged on until finally finally it was the morning of December 24th. His parents would be home any second! He waited, looking out the window now and again, watching the clock tick by...

And he waited

And waited

They were late.

He called his mom twice, and she answered the second time.

"Yes? Tim, honey?"

"Mom? Um... are you guys almost here or...?"

"What? Oh no, I thought we told you. We aren't going to make it in time for Christmas. You see-" and she explained how an artifact they'd found was accused of being a fake and how much of a legal mess they were in... and... more excuses... "I'm sorry, honey. You know if we could we'd much rather spend Christmas with you. We sent your present in the mail."

"I... I know, Mom." Tim sighed, "I'm not mad. I understand."

"You're such a kind boy, Timothy. We love you so much. We never stop thinking of you."

"I love you, too." And she hung up.

Tim stared ahead blankly, the phone still in his hand. He wasn't sure how long he just stood there, but suddenly his phone rang again

"Hello?" Tim answered. His voice sounded distant to him, like he wasn't even the one talking.

"Tim!" It was Dick, "Hey, so I know we should probably know this but, um, are you allergic to any nuts or spices? Like, even just a small allergy to something?"

"No."

"Sweet! Thanks! Hey... are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"You seem... off."

"I'm fine. I'm just... distracted with my family. They... aren't as excited as I am to be home."

"Oh, that sucks. But they made it home, right? They're there with you now?"

"Yeah, no. They made it here okay." Tim didn't know why he was lying... Was he ashamed? And at who? His parents? Himself? "I should go."

"Well, alright. See you later!"

"Yeah." Tim sighed and threw the phone away from him in disgust.

His eyes stung, he quickly wiped away the beginnings of tears. This was stupid to cry about. Not worth it. Why cry? Just because his parents broke another promise? Because they say they love him but they keep leaving? Why don't they stay? Did he do something wrong? Is he that horrible that they don't want to be around him? Why isn't he good enough for them? Why don't they like him? What can he do better?

Tim started crying and immediately hated himself for it, but he couldn't stop. It all seemed so unfair. It hurt. And the hurt made him want to be comforted, and he wanted his mom here to comfort him. But she's not. She can't be. And somehow, Tim knew it was his fault.

He looked at the Christmas tree blurred through his tears and thought briefly about pushing it down. But that wouldn't fix anything, would it? No. It wouldn't bring his parents home. There was nothing to do about it.

He curled up on the couch facing the Christmas tree and let the tears fall until he could sleep.

The next day was Christmas. Yay.

Tim didn't feel like celebrating. Or moving in general. He managed to slink over to the living room and turn on the TV. Maybe he could watch something to distract him from Christmas.

Or every channel could be focused on the importance of family during Christmas time. Literally. Every. Channel. Christmas and love. Christmas and love. Fuck Christmas. It's was just a stupid commercialized waste of time! Why's he even doing this Christmas shit? He's pretty sure his mom is Jewish anyway! Ugh!

But then he clicked the channel and woah- that's more skin showing than he expected. Suddenly, he remembered:

"Whenever you're watching a movie and a sex scene comes up then -BAM- your parents are right there!"

What if...

He changed to one of the more "mature" channels debuting their Christmas specials. It was sappy romance stuff, which isn't the worst, but he was more of a scifi kind of guy.

It was a typical plotline. A lady is scheduled to marry a prince but she's in love with a commoner guy. Lazy writing. It's been done before. But maybe...

Is it too childish to hope for a miracle on Christmas?

He sat with rapt attention through the whole ordeal. At one point the lady runs away to meet her forbidden true love (even though it's totally going to get her caught and in trouble and might even get the lover killed). They start kissing and taking off their clothes, but Tim isn't paying much attention now because this is the moment! He listened for the doorbell, for a knock, for a car, for a voice... But no parents came running. No one was there at the door. Why did he even hope...

Tim glared angrily at the two naked people on screen, "Is it too much to wish for my family to be here on Christmas??"

Then a *ding dong* came from the front of the house. Tim paused the TV. Wait. Could it be?

One second he was in the living room, the next he was swinging the front door open without any hesitation,

"Mom?? Dad??" Tim called excitedly before realizing who was there, "Oh... Hey, Dick. Uh, come on in." He tried not to look disappointed.

"I thought you were going to visit the Manor?" Dick pouted, walking in. Only then did Tim notice Alfred was following him.

"I lost track of time." Tim said honestly, "I'm sorry." Oh God, what if Bruce was upset with him? What if Bruce hates him now?? What if he ends up leaving Tim for months at a time and lies about being home for Christmas??

"Where are your parents?" Dick asked, but it was more rhetorical than anything. He could no doubt see the puffy eyes of someone who spent the night crying. Tim answered anyway.

"Africa."

"Still, on Christmas?" Alfred raised both his eyebrows in disapproval.

"It's not their fault! It's... work stuff. They don't... they said they'd rather be here with me but... It's not a big deal."

"Well, as that may be, Master Timothy, I insist you join us today and tonight at Wayne Manor."

"Yeah!" Dick chirped. "Alfred made a ton of food, like, all of your favorites! Didn't you, Al?"

"Indeed, I did, sir."

"But, Bruce-"

"Is the one that asked us to come and make sure you're okay." Dick smiled, "He's waiting for us. Actually, I think he really missed you on patrol last night."

"Really?"

"If I may," Alfred whispered, "Master Bruce also specifically requested I hang up a stocking with your name on it."

No way. But... Alfred wouldn't lie about that would he... Bruce really... Wow

"...Right. I'll visit him as scheduled and then leave." By the glint in Dick's eye though, Tim had a feeling he'd be staying in the Manor longer than planned. And honestly? That sounded a lot better than staying in this house alone.

"Great! I'll get your coat." Dick walked around the corner to the living room. "It's this way, right? Oh. Huh. I remember this movie."

Oh.

"TURN IT OFF IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE-"

The end.

#tim drake #batfam #batfam headcanons #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #one shot #fanfic #my writing #long post

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kmbtob-monthly · 7 years ago

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July 2018 Story # 1 : Beautiful Melody

Title: Beautiful Melody

Author: Mika

Summary: Hyunsik met Melody in probably one of the most cliché way. Now seeing her walk down the aisle made him remember their moments and a lot of beautiful things about her.

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As far as my eyes can see, faces of people I knew almost half of my life were there. All of them anticipated with glee for her to come through the doors of the chapel. And I was not an exception. As a matter of fact, I think I felt different kinds of emotions all at once that time.

When she appeared at the entrance, my heart raced at an increasing rate. To say that she is beautiful was an understatement.

She held a bouquet of pink and white peonies. I remember her saying that it’s her favorite for it embodies romance, prosperity and a happy marriage.

The moment our eyes met, I felt nostalgic. I can still remember in detail the day when I first saw her.

I met her in spring...

The moment when I first met you

It's still very clear

The moment you hugged me

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" A voice bellowed from behind. I turned around and saw a speeding bike a few meters away from where I was standing.

The girl riding it seemed to have lost control of the bike as I saw her hand was continuously pressing the brake handle and still, it was not stopping. The downward slope of the road made the situation even worse.

"You might get hurt! Stay away!" She warned me again. But instead of avoiding her, I put down my guitar and readied myself to catch her. I don’t know exactly how I will do that but I can’t just let her go into a bigger trouble.

She hit an uneven part of the road, causing her to separate from the bike. The impact sent her flying.

“AAAAAAH!”

Everything happened so fast. I caught her with my arms and we stumbled on the ground where fallen cherry blossom petals were scattered.

“Are you okay?” I asked when I felt her grip on me loosened. She lifted her head, frightened eyes stare into mine. My face were inches away from hers and my breath hitched at the sight of her up close.

She’s pretty.

She pulled away from my embrace, I forgot that I was still holding her. “Y-yes, thank you.” she answered when we both stood up and shook the dirt off our clothes “How about you?” she asked full of concern.

I nodded then smiled and I saw her sigh in relief. We decided to check her bicycle that fell on the pavement. It was a good thing that no one was near us when the accident happened, so no one got hurt.

“The brake cable snapped off, that’s why it didn’t stop when you pulled the handle” I explained to her when I saw the cause. I can tell that she has been using it for a long time now. The color already faded, fenders were dented and the chain is rusty. “It’s not safe riding this, you must get it fixed.”

She said she was about to go home from the convenience store and forgot to check if the brakes were working. We were going the same direction so I picked up my guitar and walked with her, I learnt that they just moved in their new house a few days ago and she also transferred to the school where I go to. She pointed at a house a couple of steps from us. “That one is ours.”

And I pointed at one, two doors away from hers saying that it is where I live. We walked a little more and halted in front of her house “Thanks again for saving me, I’ll get my bike fixed.” her lips curved upward.

“No problem. You should, and always remember to check the brakes before riding it.” I said, adjusting my glasses.

“Yes, sir.” She jokingly saluted and we laughed “I’ll go in now.”

I nodded and waited for her to go inside but I just remembered something.

“Hey uh- I forgot to ask” she turned back to me “What’s your name?”

She smiled a toothy grin and I thought that was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day.

“Melody” she said “My name is Melody.”

Wow. Even her name is pretty.

“I’m Hyunsik.” Giving the same smile, I stated “Welcome to the neighborhood, Melody”.

And to cut a long story short, we became friends. We became comfortable around each other for we meet and talk everyday, whether in school or while going home.

In school, we also share the same circle of friends and teasing us became their habit. Melody and I will just shake our heads and laugh it off.

I know the whole world become brighter

I felt it was different from yesterday

Oh because of you everything has changed

“Is that a new song you are writing?”

I was too focused on what I was doing that I didn’t notice her sit next to me. We were under a tree nearest to the school building.

“Mm- yeah. It’s only halfway done.” I said still scribbling on the notebook.

“Can I hear a little bit of it?” I felt her move closer as she slightly pleaded “Just a teeny tiny bit?”

She knows that I won’t let her hear the song until it’s finished but her puppy dog eyes never fail to make me say yes.

She always wins.

“Okay okay, I’ll sing a bit” I surrendered.

“Yay!” Melody clasped her hands and I started to sing the chorus. She put her hands under her chin and leaned.

Just wait, I will fly high just like you Higher than the countless twinkling stars above you Just wait, I will always be by your side I’ll be your star that shines brighter than anyone else

She listened intently as I sing until the last line. When I finished, she clapped and her eyes twinkled with delight. “Woah Mr. Im Hyunsik! The song is soooo good and your voice is amazing as always.” She sincerely said “What’s the song called?”

“I haven’t decided on it yet.”

She was silent for a moment before saying “Star. How about ‘star’ for the title?”

I nodded in agreement “Star it is then.”

The next minute, we heard meowing sounds and she followed it to see where it came from. It led her to a bush. “Hyunsik, come and look at this” she called to me.

It’s a mother cat with three kittens, their colors were a mix of black, gray and white. Melody scooted down and carefully patted them “I bet you’re hungry, it’s almost lunch time” she talked to them. I watched her get a canned tuna from her bag. She opened it and fed the tuna to the kittens and their mother.

Melody has this soft spot for animals, especially for cats, albeit she can’t keep one because of pet allergy. She always carry cat/dog food or canned fish so that whenever she met stray cats or dogs, she’ll never think twice to entertain and feed them. Also, she always find time to volunteer in animal shelters.

“Imagine you are alone in the street, you have nowhere to go to, nothing to eat, and no one is there to take care of you. It’s sad right?” she said to me once. “If only people will just care more about these kinds of things then the world would have been a better place.”

If you’d ask me what is the most beautiful thing about her and I only need to pick one, I’d say it is her heart.

“They’re so cute, don’t you think so?” she looked up to me with happy eyes and she giggled. I heard her humming to the song I sang earlier.

At that moment, I noticed something different about her. But what is it?

Did she change her hair color?

Did she put make-up on?

Why does she look extra pretty today?

I might be over-reacting but I thought she was glowing.

It was the first time that I felt something different too.

When I close my eyes, I see you again

In my head, I only think of you

I somehow, only for today

I want to say it to you

Her eyes.

Her smile.

Her laugh.

My mind kept replaying scenes on the things that she does or the things she likes to do like when she likes something so much she’ll say “this is soooo good” for not less than 5 times or how she ties up her hair in a bun when she will do something that needs her full concentration or how she fiddles with her watch when she’s nervous or the way she sketches when she’s in a good mood and when she has nothing to do. Those little things I noticed whenever I secretly look at her.

I kept thinking about her. Not a day passed without me wanting to see her, wanting to hear her stories and her hearty laugh.

I wanted to confess that I like her but I just couldn’t bring myself to say it.

Prom came, Melody and I each had our own dates but that night, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She wore a simple maroon chiffon dress, light make-up and her hair had curls on the ends. Melody’s beauty radiates without her putting on too much effort.

I saw that she was genuinely happy....happily dancing with her date.

He is a transferee like her and he came from the US. The guy is her crush she often talks to me about. I silently hope that at some time, she’ll notice that I don’t really like that topic.

More days gone by and the feelings I have for her grew. My eating and sleeping habits were a mess. I keep spacing out and one day my brother snapped me out of it “You could just tell her, you know. What are you so afraid of?”

“What?” I just went back to my senses, we were taking a break from playing a video game and he just said that out of the blue.

“Melody. You like her, right?” He leaned back on the couch.

“I just couldn’t say it to her, hyung. I feel like I’ll ruin the friendship we have.” I hugged the cushion and buried my face.

“You should, Hyunsik. Either she feels the same way or not, that friendship will never be gone if it’s true.” He stood up and said “Besides, you’ll never really know what she feels about you if you don’t tell her. Worst case is, what if someone confesses before you do?” hyung left me and went to the kitchen.

As if on cue, my phone lit up and a text message came in.

From: 🎶

I ran some errands a while ago and decided to get the tickets since I’m near the cinema. Don’t forget later okay? See ya sikkie~

Oh right, we were supposed to watch The Incredibles 2 tonight. She kept telling me that she wants to watch it with me since the first Incredibles movie were both our fave movie of all time.

And then I remembered what my brother said.

I need to confess now.

8:30 p.m.

The movie won’t start ‘till 9 and here I am outside the movie place thinking of how I will bring it up to Melody.

I can do this, I repeated over and over.

I went inside and my eyes found her immediately. She wore a sky blue top and denim pants and was sitting at a table near the arcade.

I sneak up behind her and covered her eyes with my hands “Guess who~” I said in a higher pitch-female tone voice and I can’t help but giggle with what I was doing.

“You need to practice more, Im Hyunsik.” She confidently said.

“I’m not. You are wrong.” I said in the same tone.

She burst out laughing “Hyunsik! Stop with the voice already.”

I removed my hands and sat across her. “I know you too well to not recognize that it’s you.” She chuckled and rested her hand under her chin.

She did that twinkling eyes again I can’t help but stare at her. She was telling me something but I was not paying attention. I want to tell it to her. It’s now or never.

“Hey, are you still listening to me?” she tapped my hand that was on the table.

“Melody” I switched our hands and put mine on top of hers.

Her expression changed to a serious one “Hyunsik, is there something wrong?”

I pursed my lips and shook my head “No. There’s… there’s something I want to tell you.” my heart was beating so fast I think it’s going to explode.

It was a weekend so many people came to watch a movie but suddenly, all I can see is her.

She’s looking at me, her eyes telling me to go on “Melody, I’ve been wanting to say this to you for a long time. I-“

“Oh hey sorry, the line in the restroom is too long.” I was surprised when someone interrupted.

It was her prom date that she has a crush on.

He gave an apologetic smile and then looked at me “Hi! You’re Hyunsik right? Melody told me a lot of things about you. Don’t worry, they’re all good though.”

“Hyunsik, you remember Peniel right? He’s at the class next to ours.” She pulled her hand from mine and stood up from her seat, I felt the emptiness.

“Nice to meet you, bro.” he held out a hand.

I took it and greeted back. “Nice to meet you too, Peniel” I forced a smile but inside I was not really pleased in meeting him. Not to be rude, but he just ruined the moment.

I saw his hand intertwined with hers. I think I stopped breathing for a while.

“I’ll get us some popcorn, what flavor would you like?” He asked us both.

“Anything would be fine, Hyunsik and I eat everything.” She said then looked at me “Right?”

“Y-yeah, right.” I faked a laugh.

Peniel went to the counter and waited in line and Melody got back to her seat.

“What were you saying again?” she asked me.

“Oh that… I just want to tell you that uh- I finished ‘Star’. I already recorded and I’ll let you hear it.” I half lied. Well, I really finished it and I’ll give the song to her.

“Wow! Really? I can’t wait to hear the whole song. Every song you make is really good and worth to listen to everyday. I also let Peniel hear your other songs and he agrees with me.”

Since when were they that close? And since when are they dating that I didn’t even noticed it?

It seems like she read my mind “Oh, we’ve been constantly contacting each other since prom night and earlier he said he wanted to meet me. I was at the bank that time, mom asked me to make a deposit and I said to him that I’m going here, so we met here. And-“ I saw her blush before she continued “He confessed to me and I still can’t believe my crush likes me back.” She slightly squealed.

I felt like a bucket of ice cold water was poured on me. The whole night I continued to fake smiles and laughter.

Peniel is a gentleman and very kind, even to me. Whenever he asks her something, he’ll never forget to include me in the conversation. He’ll crack jokes about the characters in the movie that’ll make her laugh, from time to time he’ll feed her popcorn. I think I watched them more than the movie.

Her smile was different that time, she was blooming and oh how beautiful her lips curve up into a smile and her eyes formed tears from too much laughing.

I really wish that it was me making her laugh like that, making her eyes disappear to thin lines, making her happy.

It was supposed to be just the two of us.

It should’ve been me.

If only I was a little braver.

When you’re tired, when the tears fall out

Just remember this one

You are more precious than me

I will hold your two hands, I’ll be here

We graduated high school and we went to different universities. I majored in music while she majored in architecture. Albeit having different schools, we still had the same schedule. Peniel goes to the same university with Melody but they have different schedules so I still go home with her since our schools were just near to each other.

That’s the only time I can catch up things with her because her free days are for Peniel.

Now how can I argue with that?

I just can’t, because I’m only the bestfriend and he is the boyfriend. I let it be.

I tried getting out of this one-sided feelings by focusing on my studies, composing songs, spending time with my family and other friends.

But at the end of the day, it’s still her.

I also tried to look at other girls. I was in my last year in the university when this girl in one of my classes gave me homemade chocolates on Valentine’s Day and she confessed to me thru a letter.

I gave it a shot and dated her. I thought I was happy with her and that I have moved on but every time I’m with her, Melody was all I could think of. When she took care of me when I had a fever and I was at school, I remembered how Melody always bring me herbal drinks whenever I’m sick.

Every thing she does reminded me of Melody. We were nearing our anniversary when I decide to tell her how I really feel. I thought that I can reciprocate fully what she felt for me so I tried to focus on just us and we’ve come this far, but I guess my heart was really held by someone else.

It was New Year’s Eve, and I know how she loves watching fireworks so I took her to the rooftop of our school building because that is where it can be seen clearer and it’ll feel more closer.

As expected, she was very happy when it started “I feel like I can reach them with my hands.” She said chuckling and she looked at me “Thank you Hyunsik” she rested her head on my shoulder.

I thought about Melody again. We didn’t really had much time to talk with each other because college life had been busier and also we had different schedules now so we rarely see each other.

Is she also happy watching the fireworks now?

“Sami.” I held the hands of my girlfriend “I am glad that you liked it.” I brushed my thumb against the back of her hand and I inhaled deeply “I have been nothing but happy these past months. I realized you are a wonderful person as I got to know you more.” My eyes never left hers as I say those words.

“But I can’t go on with this anymore. When I’m with you, I can’t help but also think about her. I felt like I was cheating on you and you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve me.” This time my gaze dropped to our hands, I swallowed hard “I’m sorry, I’m in love with someone else.”

I was waiting for her to cry and be angry with me but instead she gave my hand a squeeze and she lifted my chin so that we were face to face again.

“I know.” I was surprised with her reply

“When we took pictures in the photo booth in an arcade, you went to the restroom and left your wallet with me, our pictures came out and I decided to put it in your wallet.” She paused for a while “But when I opened it, I saw your picture with her. And I recalled the many times I’ve seen you staring at it, the happy tone of your voice and the different glint in your eyes whenever you mentioned her name to me. It made me jealous but I didn’t say it to you.”

My heart was breaking, that day we went to the arcade was our first date as a couple. I didn’t remove my picture with Melody because I didn’t have to. Or maybe… I didn’t want to.

“And that time when you introduced us to each other, I saw how you looked at her and I know that you’ll never look at me the way you do to her.” Her voice faded and she cleared her throat before continuing “This was the day that I feared the most, but I still prepared my heart for it. So don’t feel too bad, okay?” she smiled even though her eyes were glassy, she was fighting back her tears.

I pulled her into a hug “You are beautiful inside and out, someone is out there waiting for you and you deserve his full attention and love. You deserve to be really happy.” And I sincerely do want her to find the love and happiness that I can’t give “Thank you Sami, thank you for everything.”

She hugged me tighter, her voice was faltering “Thank you too, Hyunsik. I wish you luck and hope you’d be happy too.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much” I ended the call and shouted with glee “Yes!” I was accepted at Cube Entertainment and will become part of the music production team. It is a step closer in reaching my dream to become a producer.

I instantly thought of going to Melody. I want her to be the first one to know. After being an intern for a year and a half, she also got accepted in her dream company. As for Peniel, he went back to the US because his family misses him and so does he so when he got the opportunity to work there, he didn’t let the chance slip away.

Melody was hesitant about the long distance relationship at first but she didn’t want it to look like she was keeping him away from his family.

It was okay at first, Peniel’s contract there is 3 years and they’re halfway through the LDR. But as months passed by, even if she doesn’t say it, I noticed that Melody got sadder. She told me they rarely talk now and sometimes Peniel would sleep in the middle of their conversation because of the different time zones and he got busier as work loads got heavier.

I stood outside her apartment door and rang the doorbell, no one answered. I rang it another time. Still, no answer. I purposely didn’t text her for I wanted to say the good news to her personally. But, she’s not at home.

Where could she be?

I fished out my phone from my pocket, I was about to dial her number when it buzzed and musical notes appeared on the screen.

“Hyuuuuunshiiiik… he he he” she said on the other line when I answered.

“Melody, where are you? Are you drunk?” I quickly noticed the way she spoke.

She stifled a laugh “Nooooo…. We came heeeere… last time…. Changsub’s birthdaaay… lights are really pretty here.. you know?” she giggled in between her words

“Stay there okay? I’m going to you.” I hurriedly drove to the bar where our friend Changsub had his birthday party last week. I hope she’s not too drunk, people might take advantage of her.

My worries subsided a little when I saw her sitting on the gutter just outside the bar. Melody was clutching her bag and she rested her left cheek on top of it. I can’t help but admire her peaceful face. I crouched down and woke her up “Melody” I slightly shook her arm “Come, on I’ll take you home.”

She lifted her head. She smiled widely as soon as she recognized me. “sikkieeee” her limbs encircled my arm and pulled it close to her “you smell niiiice… he he” I chuckled at her actions. Whenever she’s drunk, she’s clingy and tends to say a lot of cringey things.

She let go of my arm and looked at me again “You” she pointed at my face “cutieeee… you look so cute todaaay” I stifled a laugh “You think so?”

She nodded “Uh-huh… you’re Mr. Im Cutesik todaaay.. cutesik… cutesikkieee... cutiesikkie” she sing sang and I swear my heart fluttered.

I made her stand up and supported her body as I walk her to the car. She was still chanting the nickname until we reached her place.

I sat her on the sofa and she leaned sideways, her hair covering her face and within seconds, I heard small sobs. I sat next to her and reached for her hand “Hey, what’s the matter?”

She didn’t say anything and cried louder. I wrapped her in my arms, it was the first time I saw her cry like that. She usually cry over sad songs and movies but not like this. This was different. She was crying her heart out.

I wanted to punch whatever or whoever hurt her.

When she calmed down she leaned back on the sofa “We’re over-” she sniffed “We fight every time we talk… I’m so tired of it.” the sadness in her voice made my heart ache “Peniel... he- he’s going to stay there for good.” She cried again after that.

I brought her to bed when she stopped crying and tucked her in “You’re tired, sleep now.”

She clutched the hem of my shirt “Don’t leave me.” She said in a weak voice

I nodded and smiled to assure her “I won’t.”

I lied down beside her. Her eyes slowly closed when I ran my fingers through her hair and started to hum a lullaby.

I watched her sleep that night. She tossed and turned, her legs and arms were going everywhere, and her mouth was slightly opened. It was a funny scene to look at and she must’ve been really tired and sad.

But even with those things, she still looks beautiful to me.

So you can be happy, you can always laugh

I will always be there

Every moments of moments

I promise to protect you

The day after she got drunk, I took care of her. I learned that Peniel’s contract was extended and he decided to stay there for good. The relationship didn’t work out anymore and they didn’t end on a good note.

Since then I told myself that I wouldn’t let anything or anyone make her cry like she did that night again. I wanted to help her move on and so I did.

But, it was not easy. She still cried for more than a week or two so I encouraged her to do new hobbies and focus on other things like playing sports, or video games, tuning in to k-pop and stuffs, travelling to different countries and I slowly observed her improvement because I am with her in every step of the way.

She was getting better everyday and when I saw her beautiful smile more often, I know that the Melody I knew is back. She may not have totally gotten over him but at least she’s not crying anymore.

I started writing a song and this time I want to sing it to her personally, conveying all my feelings for her. Nothing is holding me back this time.

In more or less 2 days, I have finished the song and I called her to meet up with me later that day. I brought my guitar with me and also bought her favorite peonies.

I put in my whole heart to the song. It portrays the things I want to say to her and to remind her over and over how she is important to me and that I’ll never leave her side.

This time, I’ll confess with no hesitation. I’ll tell her that I love her and that from the start it has always been her.

I’ll never forget that day.

Because that day, was the turning point of my life.

Thank you that you are there for me

you are here

I promise that I will love you forever

Baby, baby you are the one

When I wrote this song, I thought of marrying her. I promised to myself that one day, in God’s will, I’ll sing it to her as her groom.

Now that I am here in front of Melody, singing the song I wrote for her and she was wearing a wedding dress, it was like a dream come true.

So you can be happy, you can always laugh

I will always be there

Every moments of moments

I promise to protect you

I sang my whole heart out looking at her, I saw how her two orbs shined, how her smile reached her eyes, how stunning she is.

The entire song I was looking at her.

Even though she looked at someone else.

Her happy eyes and wide smile were for the man beside her.

She is the bride.

But the groom is not me.

That day when I decided to confess for real, she didn’t show up. It turned out that the man she had always loved came back to her that same day.

Peniel left everything to be with Melody and they got back together and a year after, they decided to get married.

I never really got the chance to say to her how I feel. But at least as a singer for their wedding, I was lucky that I can sing it to her.

When you’re tired, when the tears fall out

Just remember this one

You are more precious than me

I will hold your two hands, I’ll be here

I will never forget the first time we met. I’ll always keep in my heart the memories I had with her, and the things she does and likes to do.

I will never leave her side whenever things get tough and I’ll always be the bestfriend whenever she needs one.

I will always remember her beautiful eyes that twinkled, her beautiful laugh that resonated, her beautiful mind that thinks, her beautiful heart that loves and always cares and all the beautiful things about her.

And I’ll always be here for her.

My Beautiful Melody

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maren-as-an-adult · 8 years ago

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I Severely Underestimated the Lack of Time and Energy This Job Would Allow Me

So my plan of posting a weekly-ish update about this job severely backfired on me, because HOLY SHIT DO THEY KEEP US BUSY! This is legitimately a full-time job, we should all get a raise, but because the Man hates the Arts we probably won’t ever at all and counselors are people who do the most but get the least, goddammit. SO! The week started off where I was a scared beanpole of a girl super intimidated by all of the nearly 300 children that would be staying with us for the next 3 weeks. I had no idea how I would run my classes, I had no idea what I’d be doing for my show, I had no idea if I would make friends, and I had no idea if I’d be able to handle the six girls I’d be in charge of on my floor.

Three weeks later, I was so emotionally compromised when they left and I realized I wouldn’t see them for another year... unless I don’t come back next year in which case I’ll probably never see them again. WHICH IS NOT WHAT I WANT TO HAVE HAPPEN!

Basically, here’s the breakdown:

CLASSES

I taught three dance classes: beginner jazz, intermediate ballet, and advanced modern. I only had four in my modern class, and I grew to love each of them so much. They were so receptive and willing to perform their best, and they all said they really admired me. Modern also was set to perform in the class showcase, and they were able to beautifully perform the choreography I gave them.... although I didn’t actually get to see their performance, the class showcase was on my day off, and on that day I went into the city for a date with The Boyfriend. That was a fun day, but back to camp for now.

THE SHOW

The show I worked on was Stephen Sondheim’s Follies. And WOW was our director intense. We were flying through the show which was to be expected because we only had two and a half weeks to have it blocked, cued, choreographed, and memorized and even though I’m good at picking up and learning choreography, I was struggling myself to keep up.

This was especially nerve wracking for me, as the cast would frequently come up to me and ask me for clarification on what we just learned. Because it’s not considered professional to say, “Sorry, dude, I know about as much as you do right now, so I guess you’re fucked,” I struggled to help them as best I could.

I’d feel so useless, incompetent, and foolish when I couldn’t help them, and there were days I was definitely overwhelmed. I was also super lost on several of the group dances, because I’d been gone for a weekend up in Albany for my grandfather’s funeral which was a fucking blast there was a rainbow and everything.

There was this one girl in my cast who was, in a bit of a word, super high-strung about everything. She wanted to be perfect in the show for all the wrong reasons (I won’t get into it much, but basically she felt she needed to be perfect to prove to other people outside of this particular production that she deserved better treatment from them) and was constantly oscillating between doubting herself (because even though she’s clearly talented, that knowledge isn’t enough when another cast member gets applause after her numbers in rehearsal and she doesn’t) and taking it upon herself to correct others and give them notes. She wasn’t a nightmare to work with, but I’m glad she’s not in the production I’m working on for Session 2 (she was one of the few stay-over kids we had who stay for two sessions instead of just one)

There were some great and memorable times during rehearsals, though. One of our leading men during dress rehearsal got a costume ring stuck on his finger and had to be taken to urgent care to get it cut off. Before that, though, I took him over to our nurses to see if we could get it off there. When lotion, an old ring cutter, an ice pack, and dental floss did not work, that’s when we put his fate into the hands of the professionals.

There was also the time a rumor may have started that the director and I were sleeping together, which is hilarious because he and I both have boyfriends.

THE GIRLS

So last session I was assigned a room of six girls to look after: wake them up, make sure they’re on the floor by curfew, make sure they’re in their rooms at 10:30, take away their phones for the night, and make sure their lights are out by 11pm. If they’re having problems or want to talk to someone, they should come to me. They were all between the ages of 14 and 16, which in my experience can make for some fairly catty attitudes.

I did not realize how sad I would be when most of them left (one of my girls is a stay-over, yay!)

They all gave me huge hugs before they left, and asked if I would come back again next summer. I told them that unless Stagedoor decided not to re-hire me, there was no way I wasn’t coming back.

They would open up to me, confide in me, and told me how much they loved me.

I’m 99.99% certain it was all genuine and not just flattery so I’d be lenient with them.

But I do miss them, and I hope I get to see them again.

PRODUCTION WEEKEND

During this week, my birthday happened and I turned 24. My roommates decorated our door, I got a cake at lunch, was sung to twice, and received over a hundred “Happy Birthday” messages in various electronic form: Facebook, text, voicemail, Snapchat, etc. But the top three moments of the day were:

- A voicemail from The Boyfriend, officially being the first person to wish me a Happy Birthday

- A card from one of the director-choreographers, and head of the dance department (who has worked at Stagedoor for 25 years and everyone loves)

- A card from my family with a very generous gift cart to purchase show tickets (which I now have thanks to The Boyfriend!!!!)

But apart from that there was nothing particularly special about the day. My girls kept wishing me a Happy Birthday each time they saw me, though, so that was nice.

One good thing about production week is you get real good at pin curling and iron curling hair. I had so many flashbacks to my high school theatre days when the crowds formed around a handful of curling irons all plugged into one communal power strip and a box of approximately 8,000 hairpins was constantly floating around. But at my high school, it was just one show with about 40 kids getting ready. Imagine almost 200 girls needing their hair pin-curled for wigs by counselors (because apparently none of them knew how to do it?) on a super strict schedule that didn’t give them much time, coupled with the fact that everyone needed to get makeup done and costumes on an hour before the shows opened.

And on top of all this, there was some weird plague going around. Campers and counselors alike were dropping like flies and succumbing to this illness, and if it wasn’t that illness it was strep throat. The hectic and stressful environment coupled with the fact that parents were coming to visit had staff near the breaking point, and the only thing we wanted was 24 hours of quiet solitude.

That was a little more than a pipe dream, though.

I myself almost caught this mysterious flu-like death virus going around. Our music director for Follies caught it, and was struggling to stay alert and conscious during our dress rehearsal, our stage manager caught it and was promptly sent to bed to try and sleep it off. That night I remember a rather large headache and a weird pre-nausea feeling in my stomach, along with a general full-body ache, and I just remember thinking, “Please God don’t let me have this.” I made sure to go right to bed that night after our end-of-the-day meeting, and woke up feeling fine. I’d already gone through some pretty shitty allergy sickness at the start of the session, and I didn’t want to start and end session 1 sick.

Thankfully, though, our music director and stage manager were back in action the next day for opening show, and the shows were flawless. I’ve never been so proud of a group before, because they did one of the most challenging things I could have imagined.

But the day had to come where they packed up their stuff and drove home with their families. It was sad to see them go, especially after bonding so strongly with some of them. And there was no time to feel sad, really. As soon as a room was empty, counselors and cleaning staff would immediately start cleaning the rooms and prepping them for the next batch of kids to come in.

And now they’re here. I have two rooms this session, and on night one of session two my first room (which has my stay-over girl in it) managed to break a bulb on a string of lights and get glass over the floor. My group leader had forewarned me that they could be rowdy and quite a handful, but I was hoping they’d give it a few days before breaking something. So I knew I had to do something to prevent excessive rowdiness ASAP.

That night, after cleaning up the shards of glass/plastic, I gave them a quick speech about how busy it was for counselors: not only did we look after a room full of girls (and in my and other counselors’ cases, sometimes multiple rooms), but we also had classes to prep for and teach, and shows to either manage or choreograph. I asked them to help make the counselors’ jobs a little bit easier by being smart, conscientious, and mature. That seemed to get through to them, because thus far I haven’t had any trouble from them.

And it’s now been a few days into session 2. I’m teaching intermediate tap, intermediate modern, and musical theatre. The class structures could not be more different for me this time. Musical theatre thus far doesn’t have a set class structure, what I’ve kind of cobbled together as a lesson plan has been: work on one piece for the showcase, and throw potential audition combinations at them to train them to pick up choreography quickly. Tap is basically a warm-up of basic moves, and then the rest of the class is spend working on moves they want to learn. Modern still holds some semblance of structure, though, but it’s my largest class and the students take up all the floor space, so it’s harder to really see everyone and make sure they’re getting the combinations I give them.

I was super excited when I heard about the shows for this session, but the two that I really wanted to work on were choreographer shows, and didn’t require an assistant choreographer (A.C.’s only work on shows with director-choreographers). They were Evil Dead - The High School Version and Guys and Dolls. But I’m still excited about the show I’m working on: Me and My Girl. It’s kind of like My Fair Lady and Half A Sixpence. My director-choreographer is this really great lady who is super organized with everything, so with the way she has things planned and mapped out, we should have the show ready for full runs in less than two weeks.

Today was my first day off for this session, and it was pretty amazing. I slept in, treated myself to some nice makeup, went out for pizza with my friend Anna, and got some counselor work done. Next week I get to see two of my favorite people in the world and a Broadway show (I’m seeing Kinky Boots starring Brendon Urie with The Boyfriend). I still need to figure how I’m getting to the bus station but that’s a problem for tomorrow or the next day.

So, weekly updates won’t be a thing, but I can try to do session recaps. That’s what I’m aiming for at this point.

And now, on to session 2!

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suchawonderfullife · 8 years ago

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Day 3- testing my meds, more findings

Today was another important day where I took all my current medications and supplements into my Dr to have him test them on me. Before I get into that, check out the new concoction he gave me to help support my liver and spleen (my two most badly affected organs). So I’m lying on the table and he’s doing his bioreasonance things on me and going over to his wall of supplements and working stuff out. He starts making up this concoction and I’m saying “I thought the stuff you’d give me would taste far worse, it was actually fine! I’ve had to drink some pretty disgusting stuff so I’m used to it, but it really wasn’t that bad.” His response was “Just wait for it. Trust me, wait for it.”

As he said that I saw him pouring this black “sludge” looking stuff into a new bottle and I thought ah crap! That’s what is pictured above and I have to put an entire dropper (the amount you can see in the dropper) under my tongue and then swirl it around before swallowing, 3x a day. It smells like rancid licorice and it’s pretty horrible (I’d rather say it tastes like ass- Aussie slang). My Dr said it was something that would make my liver and spleen go “yay :D” haha. I love his technical termonology.

So we laid out all my medications, supplements, essential oils, and a few addition things like my gelatin powder (I use in subtitute of bone broth) and a fermented probiotic my natural Dr gives me. He started doing his bioresonance testing over them and separating them as things arose.

There was a pile for things my body is actually allergic to, a pile for meds that are toxic and a pile of ones that are fine. I had no idea I was taking things my body was allergic to. These were my B12 injections, potassium tablets and L-Glutamine tablets. He said that those coming up as an allergy doesn’t mean I’m allergic to say potassium, it means for that particular brand there is an ingredient in it (for example the coating) that my body cannot tolerate. I have 2 medications that are toxic to my body and they are Coralan (one of my heart meds) and The Pill. I cannot stop taking either of these, but being that the pill is toxic to me, may explain why my hormones are out and my reproductive system came up as problematic.

My Dr said he cannot tell me to stop taking anything, especially anything prescription. He didn’t want me to stop any of the “bad” things I was taking as my body is used to them and stopping things while starting what he’s giving me may upset too much. So to counteract my body being allergic or toxic to certain things he gave me little cups of these homeopathic white balls (like the tiny balls in sachets you see in containers that soak up any liquid) and I had to crunch them all up and swallow them. He said if I had an allergy to food, he could give me a remedy that within 24 hours I could eat that food without a problem. These little white crunchy balls were doing the same for my meds and supplements so my body can tolerate them. He explained it in way cooler detail and even showed us this video about frequencies that was really interesting. I can’t remember it though. So he doesn’t just sound like he’s pulling statements out of thin air, he actually explains everything so that it makes sense.

All of my essential oils tested well on me. He said I can take any that I want. I have one’s that I take everyday, some I take a few times a week and some I take only as needed (for example, if I have a cold). He pulled 4 out of the pack and said “these one’s your body is saying OMG THESE ARE AMAZING!” So definitely keep using those. They were: Frankincense (your staple oil if you’re going to start using oils, you should probably start with that), Purification (a good detoxing oil I put in my epsom salt baths a few times a week), Peace & Calming (a blend I put on the soles of my feet every night to help me sleep) and Lemon Myrtle (something my body has always reponded well to when I’ve felt toxic, nauseous, fatigued, just generally unwell).

He also said that Valor is a good blend for my spine/bone pain, Peppermint oil is good for my muscle pain and RC is good for whenever I feel I need it (it’s one I use to combat cold viruses). These findings are in correlation to my own bodies chemistry, so do not think that these oils or what they’re good for may be the same for you. He did comment on how great oils are though and I said “I know I’ve been using them for over 2 years now and they’ve helped me so much.” He has a whole wall of the same brand of essential oils himself. They also have diffusers around the clinic where they diffuse Thieves all the time.

I showed him my gelatin powder and he said it was fine to use. I said that I put it in my soup every morning but if I was at home I would be having bone broth. He then said bone broth may not be the best idea for me as it contains properties of L-Glutamine (one of my medications that came up me having an allergy to it). When I explained how I make it and that I only add a few tablespoons of it to my cup of soup or a few hundred ml into my sauces or stews etc. he said that that’s totally ok. Some of his patients drink straight broth (the kind you cook for 24+ hours and it sets like jelly- which is what I have) and they’ll have around 3 cups of it a day, which is not good for them. So how I’m having it and the amount is totally fine.

My natural Dr sells me a natural probiotic that I take a shot of every morning. He said that was fine to take but recommended I google “fire cider” as it being naturally made I could make large amounts of it myself to save money.

I asked him about the possibility of getting well enough to come off my heart meds. He explained that the way the body works, your heart is the last thing to heal. So it’s not something to look at for a long time.

The last thing we did was he worked on a thick scar I have on one of my forearms. When you have scars on your body, just underneath it where the scar tissue lies, it breaks up the energy pathways and hinders movement through the cells/body (that’s how I understood it anyway). So he got these 2 little machines with tiny points of them and pressed them on either side of the scar and held it for about 30 seconds. My skin felt like it was burning a little, then he’d move both of them 1cm down and hold it again until he covered the entire scar. It won’t remove the scar but it’ll atleast heal the damage underneath it so that that part of my body has energy flowing through it properly.

I’m feeling really happy and chilled at the moment. But I’m bracing for detoxing or bad symptoms. It might be the calm before the storm or I might just keep feeling good, I don’t know. Everyday I come home and within a few hours I become so tired I can’t keep my eyes open and need to nap. Then it’s really difficult to wake up, but I eventually do and I have energy again to shower, watch tv, chat to my parents on skype and last night my partner and I played some card games before going to bed. Today after treatment I went to Walmart for over an hour and walked around to buy a few things and that was fine.

Feeling very grateful and knowing that this has been the best decision in my recovery. There’s around 10 other patients in the clinic at the same time too and I’ve gotten to know a few of them and their stories. It’s comforting to know that they’ve chosen this clinic for the same reasons I have and they are just as positive and hopeful. The people there have varying levels of illness too. I thought I would be one of the “well” one’s going as I’m at around 50% health. But it seems there are people there more well than that, some on their first visit and some on their fourth or fifth visit. Two females there were saying how they felt guilty for being there as they are sick, but high functioning and no where near as sick as many others. Both of their doctors told them that they absolutely deserved to be there and to get better. I’ve seen a few very unwell looking people too. Everyone is really nice though and they love my Aussie accent haha.

We have good chats with our drivers to and from the clinic as well. Our driver home today was one of the staff at the hotel, this middle aged African American woman. I asked her if she’d always lived here and she said “all my life, born and raised!” I laughed and said “OMG you’re the first person to say that “born and raised”, I love it it’s so American.” We told her that my Dr said “ya’ll” today and that was our first one, another very American phrase. I told her the Aussie equivelent is “you’s” and she needs to say “What are you’s doin?”

She was telling us about great places to eat in the area for wholesome American food, like ribs, brisket, and she really loves fried chicken. So she laughed every time she mentioned a restaurant and I’d say “what sort of food do they have?” and she’d repond “oh I go there for the fried chicken!” (a lot of comedians hang shit on African Americans obsession with fried chicken so I think she saw the humour in how much she loved it). My partner also posted a photo on facebook yesterday showing a food he found in a local supermarket that was a sausage wrapped in a pancake on a stick. Our aussie friends were commenting on the photo like WTF kind of food is that? We told our driver how amusing we found that food and she goes “I LOVE THAT FOOD!” Laughing at our amusement of it. I then said “i find the deep fried doritos with cheese funny” and she said “OH i love those too, haha!”

We seem to have the same driver in the mornings, this lovely middle aged man. He’s always so happy and super excited to talk to Australian’s. Every night it’s as if he researchers more things about our country to ask us questions. Today he took us on a detour through a very well-off neighbourhood so we were looking at multi-million dollar American houses. They were amazing. Then these 2 big birds were crossing the road and he goes “look! Those are wild turkeys, we get them a lot here!” I was like “OMG TURKEYS!!!!” I seriously would have taken a photo if I had my phone in my hand. Then he made a joke that he drove a South African man to the clinic for a while and this man talked about the animals he had near his house such as lions, giraffes, tiger, you know the usual. So when the driver showed him Wichitas “native” aniamls, such as a turkey, this guy was not impressed. And here’s us, easily amused Australian’s going OMG A TURKEY (BEST DAY EVERRRR)!!!!!! haha.

#lyme #Lyme Disease #lyme treatment #chronic illness #chronic fatigue syndrome #chronic lyme #hansa #hansa center

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simplyshelbs16xoxo · 8 years ago

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Sherlolly, of course, for the Ship Thingy! 😊😁

ahh yay! I was hoping someone would ask haha!

send me a ship and i’ll tell you

who hogs the duvet: okay, let’s be honest, Sherlock TOTALLY hogs it, I mean he has been known to be completely wrapped up in his sheets before. 😜

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: most likely Sherlock though Molly probably calls on lunch break.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Molly, definitely. She most likely crafts a lot and Sherlock obviously loves her non-typical gift giving as it’s not boring and dull in any way.

who gets up first in the morning: Molly’s always up and at em before Sherlock has a half a mind to roll out of bed

who suggests new things in bed: *blushes* I’m not good with this stuff but I feel like it would be Sherlock. 😉

who cries at movies: Molly, though Sherlock denies that certain movies they watch together made him tear up. He usually makes excuses such as allergies or my personal fave: “There’s cut up onions somewhere, I swear it.” “Sherlock, there aren’t any onions; I don’t even eat onions.”

who gives unprompted massages: I feel this is totally Sherlock’s area especially when Molly is just exhausted down to the bone from work.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: Sherlock. “Molly, you’re staying home; I’ll get soup and you should get some rest and don’t get out of bed unless you absolutely have to.” “Sherlock, it’s just a cold, love.”

who gets jealous easiest: SHER-LOCK! Must we revisit the 221B Christmas Party where he basically got jealous of himself 😂😂

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Molly most definitely!

who collects something unusual: Sherlock of course what with random body parts lying around 😂 though Molly tends to keep little trinkets and take aways menus from places they’ve been out to in a shoebox under the bed.

who takes the longest to get ready: Sherlock tearing his closet apart for the *perfect* combination of a similar outfit.

who is the most tidy and organised: Molly is practically obsessive over cleanliness but she becomes a bit more lenient when she and Sherlock begin living together.

who gets most excited about the holidays: Molly Hooper. Her favorite is Christmas. Though Sherlock enjoys spending them with her even with his family around.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: I feel like Sherlock is the big spoon because he’s so protective of Molly and to him, it’s like a way of keeping her safe in her sleep and keeping the nightmares at bay. Molly enjoys curling into him, as she always feels safe and loved.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: Sherlock is too competitive for his own good, so when Molly beats him at Cluedo, he claims to John that he let her win even though John and Molly know that’s not true.

who starts the most arguments: Sherlock. There are times he can be a bit abrasive but it’s never anything that can’t be fixed within 24 hours.

who suggests that they buy a pet: they both decide to get one together. Though Molly has her cat, she and Sherlock have discussed getting a dog. So one day, Molly surprises him with a dog that can also help him on cases.

what couple traditions they have: I don’t feel they’re really the type to celebrate anniversaries but every now and then, they leave little gifts for one another. An anticipated book release for Molly and sometimes thumbs or a new scarf for Sherlock.

what tv shows they watch together: Doctor Who, sometimes crime dramas. Molly introduces him to a comedic crime show called Psych in which the powers of observation, similar to Sherlock, are used. He claimed that it was dull but secretly, he enjoys it.

what other couple they hang out with: Mary & John (STILL IN DENIAL THAT MARY’S DEAD, SO FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, SHE IS ALIVE), and a couple of awkward encounters with Mycroft & Lady Smallwood.

how they spend time together as a couple: I feel this is the same as couple traditions lol. They definitely go out on cases together when John is unavailable and Sherlock counts them as dates. Molly also gets him to relax once a week just watching crap telly, playing board games and also playing deductions.

who made the first move: Molly made the first move by asking him out for coffee all those years ago. Sherlock said I love you first. (IT’S CANON)

who brings flowers home: Sometimes Sherlock brings her flowers and other times Molly gets some to brighten up the flat.

who is the best cook: I feel they’re both pretty adequate at cooking and Sherlock is actually like really good at it, much to Molly’s surprise.

#sherlolly #asks #molly hooper #sherlock holmes

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fantasyfictionmumma-blog · 8 years ago

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I've got some fair (and fairly) nice skin and I get asked frequently enough what I do to keep it so nice. Genetics play a role in it which is fortunate for some but not everyone. I get stress acne but I've come to terms with the fact that I am apathetic and typically don't care enough about the things that could give me zits. One of my best friends @esmegack is the Luther to my Obama, the anger translator I need. All joking my aside, however, I am genetically predisposed to eczema, a condition of dry skin, and add to that I have skin allergies and sensitivities up the wazoo! So... Proper skin care has been turned into a life style for me, not just a one-off decision in a beauty aisle at the store. I'm not trying to offend, I'm merely saying that skin care and beauty products don't always match up, and you have to commit to your skin the way you commit to being a human being instead of a dried up, crusty old mummy. I mean, sure, take a nap in a tomb full of giant spiders and skeletons with axes if that's your thing, but you don't have to be dried up, and it might be nice to change the sheets of the coffin frequently. My skin care regimen is as natural as possible and I apply it every night after a hot shower before bed. The hot shower opens your pores, and you soapy exfoliate with a washcloth gently (loofahs last 6 months and should be tossed after to avoid moldy build up, but washcloths can be washed in the laundry, yay, cheap me!). I then apply a mixture of cocoa butter, shea butter, canola oil (or coconut oil), and vitamin E in a very light layer. The lotion will give my skin a shine but I know I applied too much if it feels oily after 20 minutes. I sleep in this and my skin should be protected from drying out for a whole day. There are exceptions. I apply it in the morning after a hot shower before I do my make up during cold and dry winter days, and during really hot summer days I may only apply it once every couple days. It depends how well your skin keeps up with your own oil production, which mine does not. #skincare #eczema #skinallergies #cocoabutter #sheabutter #mummies #routine #lifestyle #genetics

#lifestyle #cocoabutter #routine #mummies #eczema #sheabutter #genetics #skincare #skinallergies

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endlessarchite · 8 years ago

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What To Remember When You Bring A Dog Home

(and I don’t mean from the bar… *ba dum tss*)

Is it just the nature of summer or something? My friends seem to be acting with a hive mind lately. While I’m busy sanding things, digging in the dirt, doing demo in the bathroom (yay!), and working on a half dozen other things not yet ready to be revealed (some of it is coming next week, and stay tuned for a furniture DIY on July 1st!), all of them have collectively started adopting fur-babies.

One found a litter under her garden shed. One just adopted a 2-year-old chihuahua mix. One couple keeps Snapchatting me updates of their new puppy (believe me, that’s not a complaint!). Basically, my social media feed is full of furry new additions and the inevitable lessons that come with budding pet parentage. And as a veteran owner of a wild and crazy, roof-sitting, fence-jumping, car-ride-loving dog of my own, I can’t help but be amused by witnessing each of these roller coaster rides take place.

Do they really know what they’re in for?

While I’m not really familiar with what to do with a cat (I never owned one as a kid, and I’ve only ever had dogs as an adult), I figured that with so many people I know bringing home a new dog, it would be a good time to share my own experience since I first brought Charlie home. Looking back, there were plenty of things I expected (taking her out for walks, training, buying toys and food), but there were also things I wish I had known or wish someone had told me. Plus… I kind of promised a few of them I’d write these posts just for them, so I’m trying to make good on that!

So, I’m declaring this my own personal Pet Week (the official National Pet Week was actually in May, so this is unrelated), with two back-to-back posts all about:

what to expect/remember when you bring a new pup home (Part One — that’s this post) and

what products I’ve learned about over the years that have made life with Charlie far easier (Part Two)!

With any luck, my friends will find something helpful in these notes, and you can pass this along to any friends of yours who have caught the new-puppy-bug, too!

Charlie’s first snowfall

Oh, and for the sake of simplicity, I should probably just make some kind of banner with one of those cheesy spokesperson-sounding voices, like

“Sarah’s Pet Week is brought to you by Swiffer! Swiffer: because when you clean up after your pet this often, you’re going to be using us all the time.”

Sorry, I’m being goofy today as I write… but the gist is that online advertising rules require me to disclose any material relationships I currently have if I mention their products in a post, and because we’re talking about pet hair and paw prints, I’m going to wind up mentioning Swiffer anyway because I use them all the time for cleaning up after Charlie, so I’m going to just declare that these posts are sponsored by them even though I’m mostly just sharing pictures of puppies… k?

Oh, and also: I’m not a vet, nor have I ever studied animals as a profession. This is not meant to be professional medical advice, just general tips to my friends who are freaking out right now (oh, blogging disclaimers are so fun these days, aren’t they??). Alrighty, let’s get on with it! *Affiliate links may be used below*

(info about the rug is here)

Ten Things to Remember When Bringing Your New Pup Home

1. Expect them to be tired… at first. Don’t think that just because they were all sweet and snuggly in the adoption center that this is any indication of their true personality or energy level. Chances are, they got picked up and cuddled by a lot of people all day out of sheer cuteness (that’s one of the reasons you adopted them, after all), and that would tire out anyone. Or maybe they’ve just been fixed and are still drugged up. Once they get their energy back, there will be moments of pure energy that will really have you confused on whether or not someone replaced your little fluff with a hellion bent on destroying your sanity and sleep. The secret: get them tired again with lots of play time. Or pawn them off temporarily on friends and family who want to cuddle up with your new pet.

What she was like at Atlanta Humane Society…

What she was like 24 hours after getting her home…

2. They might come home with a cold. Putting a bunch of dogs together in a single spot like an adoption place or boarding facility, even if they’ve all been vaccinated, might lead your pup to get sick. Watch after them for a little while and definitely take them to the vet if they show any signs of distress (it could be something as simple as allergies or anxiety of adjusting to a new place, or it could be more serious, like kennel cough or canine influenza). I distinctly remember holding Charlie as I signed her in at her first vet visit, and she sneezed a huge green bubble right on her face. She looked pretty embarrassed and pitiful, but we went home with some antibiotics after that!

3. You might have a few regrets… or a lot of them. The first night after bringing Charlie home, I was so proud of myself. She made it through the night with zero accidents and we both slept sound. But as soon as I put that little rat on the floor, she looked me dead in the eye and peed a giant puddle on my carpet. The next few days were a lot of adjusting to how often puppies need to go outside (setting alarms for the middle of the night, etc.), her first bath, and a lot of scrubbing nightmare fuel out of my carpet (it wasn’t always the same, er, type, ifyouknowwhatimsaying). There were also a few tears, because I was just about to start grad school and realized I probably made a horrible mistake out of loneliness (if you remember, this was also just after a long-term relationship had ended and the emptiness of my house was real without his dog around). Second guessing your choice to adopt is totally normal. It usually fades once they let you get some sleep and they survive their first full day without needing a bath. Charlie and I ultimately got through it, and I’m so glad we did.

4. Take as many videos as you can. Taking pictures will come naturally, but try to get video of them if they’re still a puppy. I didn’t take enough of Charlie, and I regret that.

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5. They’re surprisingly like humans… but also not. Within the first few weeks, there will be more than one moment where you are in awe of how clever your dog is and how much personality they hold in their little body. Their facial expressions. Their reactions. When they sneeze or yawn. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that they simply see the world differently than you, and they’ll use that to their advantage. Places you’re sure you’ve made impenetrable? They’ll just squeeze right by it:

It’s the cutest thing… until you smell poop in an unexpected place.

And did you know they can use medications that were developed for people? While this of course comes with a HUGE disclaimer that you need to check with your vet first, some OTC medications such as Benadryl, Neosporin, Pepcid AC, Pepto Bismol, and others have been ok’d in some situations for treating your dog’s ailments. Charlie even has a prescription for Xanax for when she gets her nails clipped!

But again: they are not babies. It’s going to be fun to baby them, to enjoy their cuteness, and to laugh when they have personalities and attitudes like humans. And it’s easy to assume when something is safe for you, then it’s safe for your dog. During those first few days in a new house, they are going to push the boundaries like crazy and familiarize themselves with their environment mouth first. We’ve all heard about chocolate, but other unexpected foods (like avocado, grapes, garlic, onions, etc.) are a big no-no to feed them. There are household plants they might eat and household cleaners sprayed on surfaces that they might lick. It is so easy to overlook these things! You’ll need to quickly become familiar with what’s harmful to them before you good-intention your way to a sick pup. And don’t forget about trash cans in easy access like the bathroom (a solid recipe for “trash gut”). Here is an excellent list. Learn it.

6. Speaking of cleaners… have a lot of those (safe ones) around, too. I had to use a TON of cleaning products when Charlie first moved in. Lots of them aren’t healthy for pets, so be sure to check the labels. Now that she’s older, I don’t have as many messes, but I still use a vacuum for her tumbleweeds of fur and Swiffer’s Wet Jet for cleaning up paw prints and drool spots (particularly around her water dish and food stand). P.S. If you’re planning on getting a gift for a friend who just got a dog, they will all be very happy to get a box of Swiffer products (I actually gave some to my sister and my parents and others). Most of my friends have been really excited when I offer to gift them a box!

7. They’re definitely going to chew or destroy something you liked a lot. Maybe it was your new running shoes. Maybe it was your favorite pair of sexy-but-not-uncomfortable panties. Maybe it was the wooden bun foot you were using for a DIY project (yes, that happened). But no matter what, you’re going to be forgetful that you have a new member of the family, and they are going to get into something you didn’t anticipate. And you will mourn the loss of that item. And then, surprise! It will happen again. Eventually, you’ll stop being a dumbass and learn to not leave valuables out for the dog to get a hold of (or you won’t, and you’ll continue to underestimate the cleverness of your dog). Hide your stuff, if not for your wallet, but for the fact that they can eat something that will make them sick or create a blockage… which means you’re basically spending huge chunks of cash on replacements and vet bills.

8. Never underestimate the power of an empty water bottle and a cardboard box. Dogs like to chew. They like things that squeak and make crinkle noises. And to my surprise, a plain, empty water bottle would work like a charm.

They also like to shred, so as long as they aren’t eating the items (which could cause an obstruction), for me, a plain box or stick was often easier to pick up after than the cheap fluff they sometimes put into dog toys (that stuff seems to multiply). Charlie couldn’t get enough of either as a puppy, and it saved me from a lot of eaten shoes.

Charlie loved to get her paws on paint sticks, too. I have to hide them out of sight, now!

9. You’re going to worry a lot. The first few days are really hard, especially if you work in an office during the day. Are they upset? Are they eating ok? Are they getting enough sleep? Do they have fleas? Did you get the right food? Why is their poop runny this time? Is *google item they just ate* toxic? You will feel a lot of strong feelings about all sorts of things that never occurred to you before. You’ll feel guilty just for being at work when your pup is at home missing you. Your mom will send you text messages when you’re traveling that your dog is staring at the door, waiting for you to come home. As much as people like to joke (and even some get offended, but whatever) and liken a puppy to a human baby, this is often a learning experience for how to care for another living thing for the first time. They are entirely dependent on your care, and it’s scary at first. You’ll talk about it to everyone you know.

10. It will pass. As with most adjustments, you’ll eventually get used to your pet’s limitations and needs. You’ll get used to making weekend plans that include blocks of time to come home to your pooch. You’ll have a lot of fun with it, and there is nothing quite like the pure joy you see on their faces when you come home and they’ve missed you with their whole body. Charlie is a part of the family, and very few decisions in this house go without factoring her in (whether the fabric on the chair is Charlie-proof, how fast I fix the A/C if it gets too hot, so many things!). You will worry a lot, but you’ll be fine.

Take deep breaths. And welcome to the Puppyhood. Enjoy it!

Disclosure: This post was sponsored by Swiffer, but all opinions, bad jokes, and embarrassing confessions are 100% my own.

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What To Remember When You Bring A Dog Home

(and I don’t mean from the bar… *ba dum tss*)

Do they really know what they’re in for?

So, I’m declaring this my own personal Pet Week (the official National Pet Week was actually in May, so this is unrelated), with two back-to-back posts all about:

what to expect/remember when you bring a new pup home (Part One — that’s this post) and

what products I’ve learned about over the years that have made life with Charlie far easier (Part Two)!

With any luck, my friends will find something helpful in these notes, and you can pass this along to any friends of yours who have caught the new-puppy-bug, too!

Charlie’s first snowfall

Oh, and for the sake of simplicity, I should probably just make some kind of banner with one of those cheesy spokesperson-sounding voices, like

“Sarah’s Pet Week is brought to you by Swiffer! Swiffer: because when you clean up after your pet this often, you’re going to be using us all the time.”

(info about the rug is here)

Ten Things to Remember When Bringing Your New Pup Home

What she was like at Atlanta Humane Society…

What she was like 24 hours after getting her home…

4. Take as many videos as you can. Taking pictures will come naturally, but try to get video of them if they’re still a puppy. I didn’t take enough of Charlie, and I regret that.

It’s the cutest thing… until you smell poop in an unexpected place.

Charlie loved to get her paws on paint sticks, too. I have to hide them out of sight, now!

Take deep breaths. And welcome to the Puppyhood. Enjoy it!

Disclosure: This post was sponsored by Swiffer, but all opinions, bad jokes, and embarrassing confessions are 100% my own.

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