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[weewoo911]

Nurse!Tommy AU where he is somehow always working when Buck ends up in the emergency room

Buck acting a fool because he hasn’t yet realised he’s into the hot buff nurse, Tommy enjoying the banter with his cute patient but also getting incredibly exasperated because We really need to stop meeting like this, Evan

[coffeeprincessstuff]

A casual date ft. Gojo Satoru

The first time Gojo Satoru walked into the café you work at, you didn’t think much of him.

Sure, he was tall. And ridiculously good-looking. And way too confident for someone ordering the sweetest, most sugar-loaded drink on the menu.

But beyond that? He was just another customer.

Then he kept coming back.

Every few days, like clockwork, he strolled in—always in dark sunglasses, always with that smug grin, always ordering something absurdly sweet. At first, you thought he just really liked the drinks. But then you started noticing things.

Like how he always showed up when your shift started.

Or how he lingered at the counter, trying to make conversation with you when the café was empty.

Or how he never seemed in a rush to leave, even when he had his order in hand.

“You know, for someone who supposedly has the most important “secret” job ever, you have way too much free time,” you remarked one evening, sliding his usual drink across the counter.

Gojo grinned, tapping the side of his cup. “You don’t know that. Maybe I’m incredibly busy, but I make time for the things that matter.”

“Right, and that ‘thing’ just happens to be overpriced matcha lattes full of whipped cream?”

“Exactly,” he said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back a small smile.

Gojo watched you for a beat, then suddenly said, “Hey, you free tonight?”

You paused and turned back to him, narrowing your eyes at him. “Why?”

“Wow, so suspicious! If you’re free, lets go out.” he said.

Your brows furrowed in confusion and said, “Wait. Are you asking me on a date?”

Gojo smirked, not even missing a beat. “I mean, can’t I ask my favorite barista out on a date?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m your only barista here. You literally ignore everyone else who tries to take your order.”

“That’s because they don’t make my drinks with the same love,” he said, smirking.

You gave him a flat look. “Love? Babe, I don’t even know you that well.”

“Tragic. But I can change that. One date. Just humor me.”

You sighed, staring at him for a long moment. “Fine. But only because I’m tired of you hitting on me at my work.”

Gojo beamed, grabbing his drink. “Oh, this is gonna be so fun. I know just the place. Meet me after your shift.”

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You should’ve known Gojo’s idea of “just the place” wouldn’t be a normal restaurant.

Instead, he took you to a quiet little food stall in an alleyway—a small, cozy spot lit by dim lanterns, with rickety stools and the scent of freshly grilled food filling the air.

Honestly? You kind of loved it.

“Didn’t expect this, huh?” Gojo grinned as he plopped down across from you.

“Not at all. I thought you’d drag me somewhere flashy.”

“Please. That’d be too predictable,” he said, leaning back. “Besides, Yakitori here’s amazing.”

And he wasn’t wrong.

The two of you ordered a ridiculous amount of food, and Gojo—unsurprisingly—had zero shame about eating half of it in record time.

“You eat like you’re in a competition,” you remarked, watching as he popped another skewer into his mouth.

He grinned. “What! can’t handle a guy with a big appetite?”

You smirked. “I can handle a lot of things.”

Gojo paused, then let out a low whistle. “Oh? Now that’s interesting.”

You rolled your eyes. “You know, I don’t think you actually care about dating.”

Gojo blinked, then tilted his head, amusement flickering in his expression. “What makes you say that?”

“You’re good at this. Too good. But I don’t think you’re actually trying.”

For a second—just a second—the teasing glint in his eyes dimmed.

Then, he laughed, shaking his head. “Ouch. And here I thought I was being charming.”

“You are charming,” you admitted, meeting his gaze. “But I don’t think you let people get too close to you.”

Gojo exhaled dramatically, resting his chin on one hand. “And here I thought this was a date, not a therapy session.”

You didn’t say anything. Just waited. And maybe that was what caught him off guard.

Because for the first time all night, his smile wasn’t cocky. It wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t the usual performance he put on for the world.

It was just there. Small, thoughtful. And real.

“You might be more fun than I expected,” he said, eyes glinting with something unreadable.

You chuckled and said, “I’m a complete package if you just removed your sunglasses and looked a little bit closer.”

Gojo smirked and said, “Careful, or I might actually start liking you.”

You smirked. “You say that like you haven’t already.”

Gojo chuckled, “Damn. You are good.”

And for the first time in a while you felt like it has been a nice date night.

[milessunflowers]

hellooo, it’s my first time requesting so pardon if it sucks, but I was wondering if you could write charles leclerc x trans!male (maybe model or singer) reader x max verstappen, maybe like a fluffy thing of how they meet and start dating and/or how they tell the grid about their relationship and their reactions. lowk anything like fluffy couple-y would be chill. Alsooo you’re such a great writerrrrr <33

-🪼

(could I claim this emoji? only if it’s not taken of course)

i love this omg! and yes you are now jellyfish (i think thats a jellyfish) <3 and thank you so much!!

max verstappen x trans!reader x charles leclerc

synopsis: headcannons on how you met your loving boyfriends

author's note: this ask is amazing jellyfish!! i love it and i feel like it works amazing. i chose to do singer reader (i had in mind alec benjamin bc he's my favorite) ((which also gives me an idea for an alex albon smau))! as always, feel free to request more 😁!

you started out playing in some small venues and you slowly grew in popularity

even to the point that both max and charles openly admit they listen to your songs before races

that boosts your popularity even more

at one point, mercedes invite you to one of the grand prixs

turns out you really enjoy watching f1

so they invite back a few more times

you meet charles first, then max

how hadn't you notice how stunning they both were?

you three slowly started texting, that eventually turned into late night calls that then turned into date nights

fans (of you and the drivers) slowly started to notice that their favorite artist and their favorite drivers were spending a crap load of time together

twitter took to the case and began investigating every aspect

you found it hilarious, often sharing the posts with your boyfriends

lando was often seen reposting some crazy theories about you three

like lando?? what the hell?? - max

fans of you also found it weird lando was reposting stuff but the f1 fans thought it was typical lando behavior™️

you guys didn't even need to tell the grid you guys were together

they were just like "i know"

that leaves you confused until you put two and two together about how much your boyfriends talk and how they have zero filter

you were at least happy about how they kept it a secret for so long

you had been together for five months at that point and the grid had only just found out like a week ago

that calls for a celebration

TAGS! (if you want to be added, lmk!)

@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m, @spoonfulofmilo

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The Hotel Chelsea (also known as the Chelsea Hotel and the Chelsea) is a hotel at 222 West 23rd Street in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan in New York City. Built between 1883 and 1884, the hotel was designed by Philip Hubert in a style described variously as Queen Anne Revival and Victorian Gothic. The 12-story Chelsea, originally a housing cooperative, has been the home of numerous writers, musicians, artists, and entertainers, some of whom still lived there in the 21st century. As of 2022, most of the Chelsea is a luxury hotel. The building is a New York City designated landmark and on the National Register of Historic Places.

The front facade of the Hotel Chelsea is 11 stories high, while the rear of the hotel rises 12 stories. The facade is divided vertically into five sections and is made of brick, with some flower-ornamented iron balconies; the hotel is capped by a high mansard roof. The Hotel Chelsea has thick load-bearing walls made of masonry, as well as wrought iron floor beams and large, column-free spaces. When the hotel opened, the ground floor was divided into an entrance hall, four storefronts, and a restaurant; this has been rearranged over the years, with a bar and the El Quijote restaurant occupying part of the ground floor. The Chelsea was among the first buildings in the city with duplex and penthouse apartments, and there is also a rooftop terrace. The hotel originally had no more than 100 apartments; it was subdivided into 400 units during the 20th century and has 155 units as of 2022. The idea for the Chelsea arose after Hubert & Pirsson had developed several housing cooperatives in New York City. Developed by the Chelsea Association, the structure quickly attracted authors and artists after opening. Several factors, including financial hardships and tenant relocations, prompted the Chelsea's conversion into an apartment hotel in 1905. Knott Hotels took over the hotel in 1921 and managed it until about 1942, when David Bard bought it out of bankruptcy. Julius Krauss and Joseph Gross joined Bard as owners in 1947. After David Bard died in 1964, his son Stanley operated it for 43 years, forming close relationships with many tenants. The hotel underwent numerous minor changes in the late 20th century after falling into a state of disrepair. The Krauss and Gross families took over the hotel in 2007 and were involved in numerous tenant disputes before the Chelsea closed for a major renovation in 2011. The hotel changed ownership twice in the 2010s before BD Hotels took over in 2016, and the Chelsea reopened in 2022.

Over the years, the Chelsea has housed many notables such as Arthur Miller, Bob Dylan, Arthur C. Clarke, Patti Smith, Robert Mapplethorpe, and Virgil Thomson. The Chelsea received much commentary for the creative culture that Bard helped create within the hotel. Critics also appraised the hotel's interior—which was reputed for its uncleanliness in the mid- and late 20th century—and the quality of the hotel rooms themselves. The Chelsea has been the setting or inspiration for many works of popular media, and it has been used as an event venue and filming location.

Over the years, the Chelsea has become particularly well-known for its residents, who have come from all social classes. The New York Times described the hotel in 2001 as a "roof for creative heads", given the large number of such personalities who have stayed at the Chelsea; the previous year, the same newspaper had characterized the list of tenants as "living history". The journalist Pete Hamill characterized the hotel's clientele as "radicals in the 1930s, British sailors in the 40s, Beats in the 50s, hippies in the 60s, decadent poseurs in the 70s". Although early tenants were wealthy, the Chelsea attracted less well-off tenants by the mid-20th century, and many writers, musicians, and artists lived at the Hotel Chelsea when they were short on money. Accordingly, the Chelsea's guest list had almost zero overlap with that of the more fashionable Plaza Hotel crosstown. New York magazine wrote that "people who lived in the hotel slept together as often as they celebrated holidays together", particularly under Stanley Bard's tenure. Despite the high number of notable people associated with the Chelsea, its residents typically desired privacy and frowned upon those who used their relationships with their neighbors to further their own careers.

The Hotel Chelsea has housed numerous literary figures, some of whom wrote their books there. Arthur C. Clarke wrote 2001: A Space Odyssey while staying at the Chelsea, calling the hotel his "spiritual home" despite its condition. Thomas Wolfe lived in the hotel before his death in 1938, writing several books such as You Can't Go Home Again; he often walked around the halls to gain inspiration for his writing. William S. Burroughs also lived at the Chelsea. While living at the Chelsea, Edgar Lee Masters wrote 18 poetry books, often wandering the hotel for hours. Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (who lived with his wife Caitlin Thomas) was staying in room 205 when he became ill and died in 1953, while American poet Delmore Schwartz spent the last few years of his life in seclusion at the Chelsea before he died in 1966. Irish poet Brendan Behan, a severe alcoholic who had been ejected from the Algonquin Hotel, lived at the hotel for several months before his death in 1964. Many poets of the Beat poetry movement also lived at the Chelsea before the Beat Hotel in Paris became popular.

Other authors, writers, and journalists who stayed or lived at the hotel have included: Henry Abbey, poet Nelson Algren, writer Léonie Adams, poet; lived with husband William Troy Sherwood Anderson, writer Ben Lucien Burman, writer Henri Chopin, poet and musician Ira Cohen, poet and filmmaker Gregory Corso, poet Hart Crane, poet Quentin Crisp, writer and actor Jane Cunningham Croly, journalist Katherine Dunn, novelist and journalist Edward Eggleston, writer James T. Farrell, novelist Allen Ginsberg, poet John Giorno, poet Maurice Girodias, publisher Pete Hamill, journalist Bernard Heidsieck, poet O. Henry, writer Herbert Huncke, poet Clifford Irving, novelist and reporter Charles R. Jackson, author Theodora Keogh, novelist Jack Kerouac, writer Suzanne La Follette, journalist John La Touche, lyricist Jakov Lind, novelist Mary McCarthy, novelist and political activist Arthur Miller, playwright Jessica Mitford, author Vladimir Nabokov, novelist Eugene O'Neill, playwright Joseph O'Neill, novelist Claude Pélieu, poet and artist Rene Ricard, poet James Schuyler, poet Sam Shepard, playwright and actor Valerie Solanas, writer Benjamin Stolberg, publicist and author Richard Suskind, children's writer William Troy, critic; lived with wife Léonie Adams Mark Twain, writer Gore Vidal, writer Arnold Weinstein, librettist Tennessee Williams, playwright Yevgeny Yevtushenko, poet

The Chelsea was particularly popular among rock musicians and rock and roll musicians in the 1970s. These included Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols, who allegedly stabbed his girlfriend Nancy Spungen to death at the hotel in 1978; after Vicious's death, their room was split into two units to prevent the room from being turned into a shrine. Numerous rock bands frequented the Chelsea as well, including the Allman Brothers, the Band, Big Brother and the Holding Company, the Paul Butterfield Blues Band, the Byrds, Country Joe and the Fish, Jefferson Airplane, Lovin' Spoonful, Moby Grape, the Mothers of Invention, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Sly and the Family Stone, and the Stooges. The Kills wrote much of their album No Wow at the Chelsea prior to its release in 2005. The Grateful Dead once performed on the roof.

[Chris Stein]

[sillyhahasilly]

Caldre yuri sleepovers??

What would they do, what games would callie like, would andrea make her sleep on the floor?

that kinda thing would be rlly cute!!

omg such a good idea!!! thx anon xx

I already think that caldre would sleep over all the time in canon, but this would happen even more if they were yuri. Sleepovers literally every weekend, sometimes during some weekdays if their parents are feeling nice. Picture the amount of time the girls spent together in the movie Thriteen, if ur familar. I think caldre as girls would feel free to spend that time together without toxic masculinity and the norm for female friendships.

They would mostly sleepover at Andrea's house because she doesn't have any younger siblings to bother them. At first, that's all they ever did. When they sleep over there, they spent more time inside the house and in Andrea's room and basement. Especially the basement. The basement is their hangout spot to do pretty much anything. Almost all of the Zero Day planning happened down there. That is were they spend the night together usually, too. Andrea sleeps on an old couch and Cal (I think Callie would still use the nickname), sleeps on couch cushions that they pull off the couch from its back, flush with where Andrea sleeps. So, yeah, Andrea makes her sleep on the floor. Sometimes Cal does bully Andrea into switching with her, or she falls asleep on the couch and Andrea just can't bring herself to move her. They only sleep in Andrea's room if they have been out all day and are too tired to set up the basement. Their, they both share the bed.

Andrea's parents are always so welcoming and like another home to Cal, but Andreas mom still came to Andrea one night to say that it's getting too much. Andrea, obv, was pissed and said some things that got them banned from any out of school hangouts for a week. But afterward, Andrea asked, "what if we went to Cal's instead?" and her mom couldn't argue w that.

So, they started to sleepover there on occasion. When they plan on staying the night at Cal's house, they typically go out because of Cal's siblings. That could be anything from walking in circles at the park for hours or lying to parents that they are going to hangout with other people so they can walk around in circles for hours AND mess w people or... I don't think they would do much lol. They spent a lot of time just being with each other, talking and planning and being losers lowkey. They both share Cal's twin bed to sleep and end up cuddling a lot. They pretend that the reason they haven't figured out a separate makeshift bed for Andrea to sleep in while she's over is not bc they enjoy sleeping so close but bc they are js lazy.

They do drugs a lot during sleepovers. Mainly weed but sometimes they get drunk if Andrea can get her hands on something. At Andrea's house they get high late at night in the basement. At Cal's they get high in some unused park and walk home when it has mostly worn off.

For sleepover activities that I haven't yet mentioned... they talk so much shit. They talk shit all the time but there is something special about talking shit at a girl sleepover. If you know you know. They play lots of video games together late into the night. Watch movies in Andrea's basement on a VHS player... mostly shitty horror or suspense. They rewatch their favorites a lot together when there is nothing else to say. Cal would like the video games a lot. I think she would try to get Andrea to play stupid slumber party games like spin the bottle (esp if they are intoxicated already) and truth or dare. To which Andrea responds that they are the only 2 people here, you fucking idiot.

I've written this in my prev caldre yuri posts, that Cal once messed up her hair really bad with box dye but Andrea helped her fix it with loads of clarifying shampoo. I think both events happened at one of their sleepovers.

They can get pretty touchy with eachother late at night. Leaning on, laying on, sometimes even full on cuddling that was not the result of sleep. Cal plays with Andrea's hair a lot too.

[white-weasel]

Zero Time Dilemma’s trash disposal room decision game could be modified to make a very interesting Saw trap for a group setting imo

For those unfamiliar with zero escape (probably most people reading this lol), the set up of the scenario is that there are three people who know and care for each other. One person is trapped in the garbage disposal room/incinerator, but can still talk with and see the other two. Another person is restrained within a chair with a revolver locked into position and aiming directly at their head. Finally, the third person is in the same area as the second and has free range of motion. Within zero escape the idea is that person three has an allotted amount of time to make a choice. If they do nothing, the incinerator will activate and kill the person inside. However, if the gun is fired, then the door will open and free the person trapped inside. To complicate matters, the gun is loaded with 3 bullets and 3 blanks. So basically it’s the trolley problem with probability. You can do nothing and know 100% that the person in the incinerator will die or you can take action and be left with a 50% probability of killing another person

Now we’ve seen some similar stuff in the Saw movies, where the fates of others are left to the choices made by the one being tested. Saw 3 and Saw 6 come to mind when I think about traps where the victims weren’t really in control of their own fate. I think it’d be interesting for the twist here to be no matter what the person does, the other person doesn’t die. This was never going to end in death. Instead, it’s actually just the prequel to a group game for all three people to go through their own tests where they can each affect the outcome through their actions. But of course this beginning challenge would sow discord immediately among the group, making it harder for them to overcome things and work together. I’m imagining these people would be similar to the Fatal Five in that at least part of their test would be to overcome their selfish nature, but they would also all know each other directly before the games begin

(Also picture of some official art of what it looks like in Zero Escape below the cut for anyone who’s interested I guess. I just love it so much)

[zappedbyzabka]

talking about monsters, werewolf kreese....

Absolutely. GENIUS ideas. Big fuckin brain.

I’ve always loved werewolf Kreese because he’s the one that trained Red Riding Hood (Johnny) and all the little piggies.

Hairy chest and arms🥰

Papa wolf wearing granny’s apron

Are we talking about the kind of werewolf that just looks like a really big wolf after turning or are we talking about this? Because it changes things.

He’d never have a varsity jacket, that was a thing for the guys Betsy dated before him. He preferred something fit for meeting any broad’s dad in. Slacks with a clean, well-ironed shirt and shiny shoes will always do the trick in first impressions with nearly anyone. And when he still had his uniform, there were plenty of busty khaki wackies to keep him company.

But as he grew older, he started dressing like someone you could just guess would turn into a werewolf. Something like a lumberjack with concerningly pointy canines.

His sergeant could have turned him (if he wasn’t born a werewolf), and maybe that had a hand in his decision to let him fall into the pit of snakes.

Terry always knew his secret. Kreese was a bit vulnerable after everything. His girl’s death, the trauma of war, and being turned into a fucking werewolf—he had to tell someone and he knew Twig was too devoted to blabber.

He bought a whole field in the middle of nowhere with a load of sheep and goats for him to rip through on full moons, and John would wake up naked in their carnage. It wasn’t what he’d have liked to do with his free time, but he became absolutely ravenous and possessed, unable to stop himself.

Terry would be there by helicopter the next morning with towels and food a normal human would eat, his hair coated in pomade.

It was a jarring difference, being next to his elegant friend wearing pristine clothes when he’s bare and covered in blood, still has death stuck in his throat and the cracks of his teeth when Terry’s are white as the coke he snorts off his pinky after asking him what it felt like. Too excited to hear the gruesome details, but it was only Kreese’s second time turning and he didn’t remember anything but noise.

“It felt like eating something alive.” is what he decided to say.

“Sounds fun, I’m envious.”

He grew sick of being powerless and started doing the bullshit meditation that Terry was always trying to get to get him to do, fluffing up the act like a pillow, saying how it helps you ‘gain control’.

(”It’s the next thing to nirvana if you take just a pinch of peyote beforehand. Oh, captain, I was sitting on my floor straight-backed for five hours with zero boredom—”

“Just show me how to do this damn thing! It’s infuriating enough that I have to do this.”

Terry narrowed his eyes at him, hands on his hips. “Seon demands the admission of ignorance. Remember that, John. ”

He grabbed two cushions in placed them on the floor across from each other, sitting cross-legged on one “Now, shall we?”)

He didn’t fog up his mind with drugs, but he wrote down everything Twig taught him, calmed his mind, and accepted the fact that he didn’t know how to control the beast yet. He meditated every night, focused on every feeling, and explored every nook and cranny in his brain—though, a lot of things were figuratively covered up in tarps.

He found that one day, he had the steering wheel. His unwanted shifts were less frequent and he learns to change on command.

He’s never clear-headed as a furry monster, but he’s still aware enough in it. It’s no longer like taking a backseat in his body and watching himself do things.

(There is a possibility he could still lose control....COUGH)

I know he’d purposely shift and fuck around with teenagers trying to play hooky/canoodling in the woods by chasing them to their cars. Make everyone think they have a wolf problem in LA.

Probably would do it to the Cobras and see how they’d react in the face of danger. (real nice, Kreese.)

Does he tear people he hates limb from limb sometimes? Who knows. He definitely ponders it.

Or yknow, maybe he was just born as one and this universe has all sorts of creatures, ûwhich is an au I ADORE. Maybe he was always comfortable as a shifter and has total power over it. He’s a weapon in two forms, deadlier than a Cobra: that doesn’t sound like a problem to him.

He has always had that carpet on his chest and a viciousness inside so.

(And let me not get into him having ruts and turning pussy whipped—which includes ass. Just getting absolutely parched for it and humping against furniture, making guttural sounds like an animal and fucking his hand like he’s trying to give himself friction burn. Poor guy has no good place to pop a knot—or does he ?)

[rosesloveletters]

Hi Rose!!!! <3 This is a free gush-all-you-want -pass for you to talk about Wonka 🎟️ It's sad that you're not feeling well, I'm sending loads of good vibes your way!!!! ✨⭐💫 - Mags

so what I am hearing is...this is my ✨golden ticket✨ to talk about him as much as I want😂

Thank you so much, dear. I wish I felt better, I really do. I'm just...at a bit of a crossroads in my life. I know what I want, but I have zero idea how to get there. I want to make the effort to achieve what I want, I just don't know what steps to take, who to talk to, etc.

Anyway...

Wonka is just so special to me. I don't know why I care so deeply for him, but I think part of it is that he (and the film as a whole) takes me back to a time when I was relatively happy. The year that I was in the play was very difficult for me and I didn't have much support, but that all changed because of the play and how it kind of eased me into my first year of high school. I also had my first crush at the time and he and I started bonding during the first few weeks of rehearsals. It was also fall when I was in the play, so the weather was nice and cozy and comfortable. I still remember that it was brisk and rainy on the day of my first rehearsal and when I got home, my mom had made these rosemary dinner rolls that are so good. She bakes them in a metal skillet with actual fresh rosemary on top and that was the first time I ever had them. She doesn't make them very often and I always think about that time whenever I eat them.

I think about the fun I had, connections I made, etc. every time I watch the film or see Wonka. Because literally everything changed after that play was over. Wonka just...he makes me think of hope. When I was in the play, I was so filled with hope, for high school, for a potential (good) boyfriend, for friends that would treat me right, etc. I didn't get to have any of that back then, but when I was surrounded by the film and everything, I had the hope that I would get to experience those things and I didn't know that I wouldn't.

I guess I just want to have that hope again, but it's so much more difficult once you've been hurt to feel as hopeful as I did when I was a child. I wish I wasn't grown up and, with Wonka, I can pretend I don't have to be. I can have unconditional love, I can have support come to me in the form of what I most am needing, I don't have to feel guilty for taking up space and for just existing.

And someone would be in love with me, even though I'm boring and too serious and too quiet and am mediocre in terms of looks. None of that would matter to him and I can pretend it wouldn't. I could be loved just for being me and wouldn't have to do or to be anything special. I could be the destination for once, rather than just being a stop along the way. People are always phasing in and out of my life, but for once I want to be the end goal. I've been a place-holder in so many people's lives and when someone better comes along, they just leave. He wouldn't do that to me because I'd be the one he wants. I'd be the one because he wants me for me, not because I'm convenient.

He's just...so special to me. He inspires me and makes me want to indulge my creative side. I don't get to write as much as I wish I did and if I existed with him, I know he'd do everything in his power to make it more convenient and easy for me to spend time creating.

I'm not saying that I'll marry him, because in the past that's not always gone so well with F/Os, but I will say that if he were real, he had better be picking out a ring...

[fallenwhumpee]

Just Rest

Whumpay Day 4: Passing Out From Pain • Masterlist •

Warnings: Blood, stabbing.

It was too late when Leader noticed the failsafe Whumper prepared. They shouted everyone to get out, run, but none of them was expecting a trap tied to Whumper's vitals.

Leader should have known something was wrong when Whumper challenged them one-in-one. Leader should have known Whumper wouldn't solely rely on Leader’s dedication to the traditions and honour.

Leader should have known, because they knew Whumper better than anyone else.

Leader laughed with Whumper, their swords hitting together with sheer strength on both sides. A friendly spar was a good way to get their stress out. As the sole heir of the two most influential families in their village, they were always compared to each other for leadership, but they couldn't bear the idea of competing against each other.

They broke free from the position, panting in unison. A pause for breath while plotting their next move.

They knew swords were useless against modern-day weapons, but their village was living in the traditions and legacy.

One of that legacy was the sword forms. While the basics were told every child by their oldest sword wielders, every family developed their own. Their moves were their honour. They would never pick up another weapon to fight each other or make moves against the rules.

Leader was a fool. They should've known. Whumper never respected the terms of the duel. They shouted again, knowing there was no way to stop the timer, but they could evacuate. Whatever Whumper set was something about the building. A bomb, probably. They had a few more turns, and they would be safe.

Whumper stroke first, bored of waiting. As their family's sword, Whumper's sword was strong, aiming to overpower the opponent with sudden attacks.

Leader diverted the strike, their footwork causing their hair to swing. Their sword also followed their family, elegant and strong. Their sword held honour. Their sword was their shield, and their body was their weapon. They used Whumper's strength to unbalance them, heavy and fast weapon faltering but not giving them opening.

Leader struggled to run, they were bleeding out. Their time was running out, and the way seemed longer than it actually was. They bitterly thought if this was how they were going to die. Bleeding out from their leg. Assuming the failsafe trap didn't kill them first.

Diverting Whumper wasn't enough. They knew it. They had to drag this spar as long as they could to make sure Whumper got rid of all the stress the village loaded on them at their last public spar, which, again, won by Leader. It was upsetting their friend deeply, Leader knew, but pretending to lose would anger Whumper. They didn't want to lose their friend for something like this.

Leader waited for the next strike, their arms beginning to ache after hours of private training at their home. Whumper didn't disappoint, another strike falling to Leader's sword like a hammer. They moved with the familiarity of the years, and their trust was causing it to look like a dance. They were free to try out the moves they invented, no one was around to judge, and it gave the spar the colour it needed to look like an art piece.

Gas began to fill the corridors through vents when the timer hit zero. People bowed, covering their face with thir clothes and kept running, Leader shouting them to keep calm. As the gas touched their open wounds, Leader bit back screams, their skin too cold and too hot at the same time, pain tearing them from inside.

Leader didn't notice the audience gathering, too caught up with the spar. But Whumper did, and they thought it was a good time to take Leader down. Leader held their weapon steady, and when the thing came to endurance, Leader would always win. Whumper's distracted gaze gave Leader the opening they needed. Whumper fell as their sword slipped from their grasp, Leader standing over them, smiling.

Their vision was blurring, and all they could think was pain, slowly taking over their skin and senses one by one, threatening their thoughts.

Leader held their sword to Whumper's neck. The audience cheered, and Leader looked at them with confusion. Whumper drew their dagger, and stroke. A disgraced move, to strike when your opponent wasn't looking, when you were beaten. Dishonourable, meaning that the alliances would never work out because of the willingness to abandon the way for victory. Whumper would win the duel, but they would fail to win the trust that a leader should have.

The door was so close, and most of the people were out, they could make it, they could all make it–

Leader couldn't twist their sword fast enough to block the dagger, they were late, and Whumper stroke their shoulder, missing their chest as Leader tried to get away from the strike–

Everyone got out, but the door collapsed, leaving Leader trapped in the corridor filling with gas.

All they could think was pain, cutting through their skin, and they could feel all of their wounds opening as the gas touched their skin, present or healed, blood dripping down from their clothes. Their knees hit the floor, nausea hitting them like the strikes of Whumper. They could hear the shouts and rocks falling - or being removed - distant, but they couldn't call them back. The air they desperately sucked was not enough.

Whumper stabbed and pulled the dagger, Leader looking at them with shock and pain - of the wound and betrayal - stumbled back, their eyes losing its focus and body shaking before collapsing. Whumper rushed to them, their anger quickly replaced with worry.

"Did it worth it?" Leader stuttered as Whumper caught them. Blood was slowly painting their clothes red. "Did this earn the loyalty of people? Admiration?"

Leader gasped, and they thought they imagined Whumper for a second. But they were real, limping towards them. Whumper knelt next to Leader, also crying with pain.

"I didn't want this!" Whumper nearly cried, eyes shining with tears and anger. They lifted Leader and passed them to the crowd gathering. "Just rest." They didn't apologise, for it would be a lie. But the battle of their swords was won, leadership lost, which was all Whumper wanted.

"Did it worth it?" Leader forced out.

"Just rest." Whumper muttered weakly.

And despite being at the opposite sides, fighting against each other for so long, harming each other more than any other being, they leaned onto each other and faced the pain together, just like they did before everything fell apart. Leader closed their eyes, and pain shutting down their body to a restless sleep.

[every-dayiwakeup]

AO3 First Lines

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Tagged by @fizzigigsimmer (thank you 💖💖)

Hell is empty (and all the devils are here) : 👑🌊

Twelve minutes past midnight, the whole street is dark, save for the stubborn flickering at 4819 Cherry Lane. 

Someone was alive in that house—someone who shouldn’t be.  

Waiting in the guise of night and foliage, his end was coming. 

Tonight, Death would take the last Hargrove in her arms, once her dutiful servant sealed his fate.  All she needed was a nudge. 

2. Bookworm Buddies: 🌊& 📔

When Nancy turned eighteen, her father divorced Karen and bought a house by Steve's that had been on the market for two years. Billy Hargrove had become a new fixture in her life when Steve started bringing him around, and sure, at first, it was awkward, but after she blurted out, “My mother shouldn’t have said those things to you. I’m sorry,” Billy shook his head, eyes wide, and replied, “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Then a quiet, “But thanks.” 

3. Billy & the Kids: 🌊

Long story short, Steve’s been surviving on zero sleep and five cups of coffee a day, so Billy decides to take a load off by suggesting that he can watch the kids. Steve drops them off at the pool, and Billy learns that the shit birds’ summer break has been... hazardous to say the least.

4. Be Mine, Valentine: 🌊👑

Billy knows his attention shouldn’t be directed at the back of the class but at the front, where their art teacher, Mrs. Hansen has yet to explain their assignment. However, she wasn’t Steve Harrington, so she would have to wait.

Brown eyes meet blue, and the unthinkable happens: Steve smiles at him for the first time since the tall boy got braces. It’s a stiff, awkward smile, and his goggles are digging into his cheeks, but he’s smiling! At him!

(a neil-free fic)

5. Fighting Noises: 👑🌊

Steve had been against the idea from the start, but once Billy decided something, he was just as immovable as Steve. Plus they had just started dating, and the last thing Steve wanted was for their spark to fizz out so soon. 

Whatever it takes to be happy, right?

Now, as Billy strides toward him wearing his best “I hate you” face, Steve really wishes he’d pushed a little more. 

*****

No pressure tags: @kittyphoenix12-xx @robthegoodfellow @mourntheantagonist

[dimalink]

Space Oval 9

Three dimensional scene for today based on space and space base. And such a small robots from videogame Doom 3 in the very beginning. Which are like spiders are running all over the base. They are mechanical. They are small size and rather fast they can run. They open the doors in the very beginning. And also a theme of shadowed a dark tone space base. It is mainly dark and low light sources.

And this is my three-dimensional scene based on. It is third learning study scene, and last. It is made as a scene or a picture from possible videogame. Game is runner. Run here and there. About a robot of Oval form with legs. Which is moving. And need to move left or right and avoid a walls. It can be view from backside or from a side a little from forward side. Or even a free three dimensional camera view.

Oval  9 - type of mechanical robots. It is like egg with legs. They are doing noise with their legs while they move. And they all the time are in move. They are moving about a big little roads. And as a navigation they use this setup walls. This means robot needs to avoid obstacle and change course. From this roads it is built their working space.

They are like roads in anthill. Robots are rather standalone. And they can built a complex tech. Robots are came from constellation egg, that was discovered in 2100 year. A little constellation. Several planets. But everyone does not find an intelligence robots. Planets are empty. And they looks like a deserts. And interstellar space in this space region has some space stations with robots Ovel 9. They are like ants and they are all the time moving by this roads. By moment of their detection, they already built a big 9 in space. A space construction that looks like number 9. And they continue to built it. It is a big space station.

 And with those robots it is even a setup contact. They are not evil and not aggressive. Small and controlled from a distance robot fly to their place. And robot egg reaches him. It stands for several minutes. Then it has come several more such a robot eggs. They scanned a guest. About a ten minutes later. They send him a signal with radio frequency 0. With information in a several millions zero. So, it was a first contact.  It was nothing left, but to send them some information coded in binary code. It is not clear do they understand it or not correctly. But robots as they receive information immediately starts to run to the center of their 9 constructions. And they have there a big computer. And they collect a data into it.

This computer just keeps binary codes and can to work with it. Even explorers from Earth has some access ands ability to work with it a little. Computers looks, lie they are... Something like alive. And give access to his resources. Or no to give a permission. It says this is because of high load of his channel. Explores badly understand they way they speaks. A robots by the way, looks like get all information right.

So, it was a connect. They call this word connect to network. They give a permission to explorers to use a little resource of their computer. In exchange that explorers will do a retranslates items of signal channel line to their star. So, it was done.

Robots Ovel 9 – are standalone personalities. But they have ability to use a connect by network in multi process task mode to other users in network. They way to speak it is binary code. And their main center – it is their computer. Which collect all the data and do organize their activity. So, computer do a complex calculations too. And robots do no give access to this calculations.

One of the robots tells more about himself. It is idea that they can share a resource. It means that you can connect to a robot. Some other robot, or computer or someone else. And to be a second operator. And in this mode robot itself can have a rest. In a free time. He built in his mind a fractals. And have endless dive into them. It is something like a sleep.

So you right now has a connection as a second operator to such robot Oval 9 and bring new data to their computer. Then they will tell a little more about who they are. In exchange about information about planet Earth, Solar system, and those who lives there. And what technology is there, what is level of progress.

In exchange they will tell more about themselves. Who they are, how they works. And why they built all these. And even can share a resource from one of their computer. And give permission from time to time to connect as a second operator.

They can built a big wire all around planet Earth. If it is a central plant for humans. And built there a computer, just like they have. They are having a termoatomic sintez. And they will need energy of our sun. And also it will be good to built a retranslation network straight to Earth.

In exchange you will know where they come from. They show to you, their planet. It has lots of power wires. It is a network of wires. And computers. There are constructions that built new robots. And there are big atomic powerplants that’s gives energy to the network. Robots do not know who built them. But they already about 100000000000 their cycles acts like standalone. And they have never seen anyone with intelligence mind. They think their existence is random. As your also. That’s why they have idea to exchange data. And make a connection.

Bring them this data. And let’s see.

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[yowlthinks]

Reforming Heaven and Hell: Road to Efficiency

I keep thinking about how Heaven and Hell might be reformed in s3, and I just had a brainwave moment! It is a bonkers idea, but I feel like it has potential 😁

What if Heaven does not process the souls immediately, but just stores them, kinda stashes them till the second coming and the final judgement?

So Hell is full-on processing souls and administering punishments. They are understaffed and on half-rations because they are run off their feet by the amount of souls they need to process and manage. They are not very well organised, so this adds to the load. They are also not spending time training, because they have enough to do (hence the absolute shambles as they stormed the bookshop). They are admin staff and have been for millenia. But they also deal with humans quite a bit, so they have a better idea of how they behave (marked difference from angels, who have practically zero clue)

On the other hand angels just stash those souls and spend their time training and doing military exercises. In their free time maybe some are pushing the chance evolution paths, or are just sitting there being utterly bored (like Muriel was). We have seen that most of them appear to be soldiers, also Gabriel very much expects Aziraphale to be a soldier, rather then anything else.

So perhaps in S3 all of this comes up in something like this:

Michael: Well, we need to really crack on with the Second Coming cause the storage space is getting tight.

Aziraphale: What storage space?

- the storage space for the souls! We need to do the final accounting and once this is done start building the heavenly kingdom.

- We haven't made a heavenly space for them yet?!

- Well, no, of course not, how would we know how big to make it?!

- I wonder how hell manages to do that! They process them right away!

Shax: oh, it's an absolute shit show

Furfur: but we can train you up if you like. Perhaps, a little internship scheme?

So this will be how heaven (and hell) are reformed: no / less meddling, share the processing power and resources!

The above also tallies up nicely with bringing Jesus back on Earth, it is like he has spent the last two thousand years asleep, wakes up in the future and goes "wow, love what you guys have done with the place!" And "What are all these messed up bits? Why is noone working on that?"

[zouisexo]

"Zero photographic evidence of what? Larry being real? I beg to differ. We have both photographic and videographic evidence, we have statements of confirmation from both the involved parties on film."  Where is the larry evidence on film? Because it would stop being a conspiracy if larry evidence was on film. Any NDA and injunction against the press is null the moment there is actual evidence posted that makes all those NDAs you claim so many people signed null and void. Any person, namely Louis, will at least do a tell all or many more would sell their story if there was ANY evidence of larry being real on film nullifying all the NDAs and injunctions. Louis will stop that " babygate " you claim is forced upon him covered by NDAs and injunctions. Or do you claim that both Louis and Harry love exploiting children who don't get a choice? Will you ignore this ask too saying people should use google? Once the information from NDAs and injunctions is made public they are all void. Google it. 

im sorry baby i have no idea what you're talking about <3 i'm not gonna read or get into all of that as i have a job <3 it's nice that you have so much free time though i hope you're having loads of fun truly <33

[espies-galaxy]

How Finding Your Right Inspiration Can Change Everything.

Dear World,

Today I was scrolling down my Instagram, and like any typical summer, you see copious amounts of people at the beach or hiking, basically out and about. More likely than not, if you are a girl, you have friends, models, and celebrities, and they are this "ideal" image that is out there.

These girls are tiny, with long legs and flat tummies. Kinda makes you feel bad about yourself if you were not blessed with fast metabolisms and you have a severe craving for that Cotton Candy Blizzard that only shows up for like one month out of the year. When I noticed this happening on my feeds, I started looking into something more suitable and more achievable for someone with my body type.

I happily work out roughly 3-4 times throughout the week. Do I need to work on my eating habits... I mean, yeah, I really should. But I am doing better than I used to, and you have got to start somewhere; you do not just start liking kale overnight.

So what I did was I went through Instagram looking for more inspiring body images types like athletes or trainers. They show that strong, healthy, and fit are all COMPLETELY different than the tiny little models and celebrities we see. Do not get me wrong, those body types are just as beautiful, but it is extremely hurtful to only see those.

Again, do not get me wrong, if you can kill it and get your absolute ideal image, then good for you, darling, because not everyone has those chances. If you are like me, you know that getting down to 110 pounds will be a near-impossible task without having to take serious measures.

When I did this, it was like an awakening for me. I realized that I could be beautiful without stick-thin legs, or just because I could see my triceps muscle meant nothing more than having solid arms. I may not have abs or a little fat on my body, but that is perfectly okay.

So there you go on my idea of body image. Now, get this. I realized I am awful at going to the gym by myself like I literally look around and then leave. I had it in my mind that girls do not squat with weights because I will get man thighs, or girls do not do bench presses. Girls just run, and magically they are what my mind said was "ideal."

I used to be an athlete, but once I stopped, it was like I was never taught to work out and condition on my own. So I thought, hey, maybe join the YMCA, but again the problem with the gym, I just did not know. I searched a little deeper and have seen loads of my friends talk and show their progress with CrossFit.

My mind looped right back around to if you do CrossFit, you will be a lady bodybuilder, but I sought out information anyway and found a gym that is like 5-7 minutes from my house. I went and talked to the owner, and he basically was like, unless you want to look like that and you do the diet that goes along with it, your body will just tone up.

I took a free class, and as silly as it sounds, I was instantly hooked. I am now starting my fourth week there, and in the three weeks so far, I have only lost about two pounds, but I have lost inches. Not a mass amount, but enough you can start; well, I can start to see the difference.

Now, I go three times a week and do yoga on the weekends. I have a coach who is encouraging and is teaching me the things a coach growing up should have taught me. On my off days from the gym, I am going for a walk, a run, going for a hike, or something semi-active. I get antsy and annoyed like I am wasting my time. The days I work out are at 6 a.m., and I have zero problems with waking up for it because that workout makes my day.

And it could be the release of endorphins from exercising, but I am getting into the swing of things. Who knows, maybe one day I will wake up and look at myself and be like, yeah, this is where I want to be. Then, I will go to the gym, and who knows how much I could be lifting or squatting or even how many darn pull-ups I can do.

For now, it is a day-by-day mindset. I will continue to look at the more body-positive people, even if ours our polar opposites. As long as you and I are strong, happy, and healthy, it does not matter.

I encourage anyone who reads this to think about what their ideal image is, and if you are where you want to be, then try to be the one to inspire other people because you never know when someone might need it.

Sincerely,

The One With The New Outlook On Life (originally written by me on July 5, 2016)

[27lands]

Rimworld 1.6 Daydreams

So, last night I was wondering what would make a great addition to a hypothetical future Rimworld DLC, and ended up coming up with a whole bunch of ideas that I figured I might as well share here. Feel free to tell me what you think in the comments, and suggest your own ideas about what the purely speculative “Rimworld 1.6” should add to the game!

(Disclaimer: I am not a sicko; I do not think that electroshock therapy, painful executions or any of the unethical things mentioned here are in any way funny IRL. This is all meant to just be speculation, and if you disagree with anything mentioned here on moral grounds, that’s entirely fine. However remember that Rimworld is a story generator, and very often the best stories can come from gritty, serious subject matter. I like to think that there is just as much potential for lighthearted, fun storytelling in this imagined DLC as there is potential for warhammer-40K levels of immoral dystopian lunacy. Like with biotech and ideology, it would all depend how you wanted to play it.)

My imaginary Rimworld DLC, which I think would be called Psychology, could include the following:

A character editor that allows you to customise the age, sex and backstories of your characters before starting a game, but not their skills, traits or health. I don’t really like to use the character editor mod these days, because you can use it mid-game to give your pawns ridiculous buffs, and I always end up giving into the temptation sooner or later, which really spoils the experience for me. A base-game character editor would, ideally, not be accessible once you loaded into the game, and would also put more limits on the kind of characters you’re allowed to create with it. 

More traits that affect character behaviour and create the possibly of new, dangerous mental breaks, such as suicidal, (causes random instances of self-harm when mood is low) apathetic (quarters move speed, manipulation and eating speed) or cruel (mental breaks are always either insulting sprees or social fights)

A fluid system of trait acquisition; characters can gain or lose traits after certain events or mood. So a character might gain the nervous or neurotic traits after the first few raids or animal attacks. If they are forced to kill many people over a short period of time, they might acquire the psychopath or bloodlust traits. If they work as researchers for long enough, maybe they acquire the academic trait. And if their mood gets low and doesn’t change, then maybe they acquire the apathetic or suicidal traits. 

A better prison system incorporating a simplified form of psychiatric care; you can arrest a colonist or capture an enemy, and select ��offer psychiatric care” in their prisoner tab. This allows you to select certain traits to be removed or added to this character. Those assigned to wardening will then attempt to offer psychiatric care to this prisoner, slowly accumulating “points” until eventually the prisoner is brought around to your way of thinking; basically the same way research or VE psycasts’ meditation works. Certain personality traits require more points to remove or add than others, with adding most useful (like sanguine) or removing the worst, (like slow learner or suicidal) requiring the most points. 

A system by which colonists are considered guilty after certain mental breaks such as insulting sprees or berserk rages, which allows them to be detained without affecting colony mood.

New craft-able and buildable items that can speed up psychiatric care, like therapy couches, special soft walls that can’t be attacked during mental breaks, and straitjackets that reduce manipulation to zero to prevent prisoners harming each-other or themselves. 

A way of automating psychiatric care, conversion and recruitment using a device caused an electroconvulser. Electroshock therapy is much faster at reducing will,  resistance and certainty, and continually generates psychiatric care points while the colonist is in bed, but also has a risk of causing burn damage, which scales with time. 

Splitting the “warden” work type into a “counsellor” and “guard” work types, with counsellors performing psychiatric care, as well as delivering food, converting and recruiting, while guards wait outside cell doors to prevent prison escapes, escort prisoners and perform executions. 

Hallucinations! This would be a big one; when characters consume certain drugs, there is a chance of them triggering a hallucination; a mental state similar to a sad wander, except it gives positive mood buffs with weird flavour text, like “the sky is such an itchy green” or “man, who saw where that pig went?!”

New builds for execution, such as guillotines and electric chairs, as well as more painful constructions, such as iron maidens or stakes for burning people.

New, non-lethal weapons, parodying those added in Vanilla Weapons Expanded, such as anaesthetic guns or tasers, allowing you to safely control prisoners. 

Ideology integration, with precepts that make colonists prefer either counselling, electroshock therapy or no care at all, and which increase the speed of their preferred method when incorporated into your colony’s ideo. Other precepts are added regarding execution, with some preferring painless methods like guillotines and electric chairs, while others prefer more painful methods like the iron maiden. Still more precepts either make your colonists neutral towards hallucinations or exalt them; flavour text suggesting that they believe hallucinations are messages from spirits, gods, archotechs, etc. Perhaps these precepts could be integrated into existing memes; maybe individualists prefer no psychiatric care because of their whole “free expression” thing, while collectivists prefer to make people conform with counselling, and gestalts use electroshock therapy to force compliance at any cost. Ideologies with the “guilty” or “pain is virtue” memes are the only ones that prefer painful methods of execution, and perhaps buildables like the iron maiden can only be unlocked by having these memes. And of course, ideos with “high life” as a meme would consider hallucinations exalted; greatly increasing both their chance of occurring as well as tripling a pawn’s psychic sensitivity afterwards. Maybe also certain traits, like elder or greedy, are gained after colonists acquire certain ideological roles? 

Biotech integration, with new genes that code for particular traits, making mods that add such genes effectively redundant, and maybe also adding unique xenotypes characterised by these traits, such as cruel goblin people and kind faeries, along with maybe a few cosmetic genes that add to these races’ aesthetic (pointy ears and faery wings, etc). 

Royalty integration, with special neurotrainer devices that code for certain traits, which can only be acquired through quests to help or betray the empire. 

I don’t play with anomaly, so for all you anomaly players in the comments, suggest how any of the above could be integrated in a fun or unique way!

[yeeenwex3]

so... i did the mukbang thing..and i got some major hate. which is a given..I made the food and left it out like it was for someone and then it was gone...i know hwat it looks like no eating disorder just fucking annoying having food around and being a food snob hoggy and then lying about..because" I SAW YOU MAKING IT AND NOW ITS GONE YOU DIDNT EVEN SHARE WIHT ANYONE.."

ITS MY WORST HABIT not to share food...

all night it was about trust..i wasnt going to fucking touch...then it hit me like a fucking bomb...then it happened...now i know why she hates me so much// now im home alone..zero privileges..still broke and in some deep ass drama over fried rice..which all is the problem i blame myself because.... you know i commited to it like it was my job..nothing else to do..without one and just time wasting to free load...and not understanding the price and cost of cooking..setting off fire alarms and people..with no consideration for the impression left by these kinds of antics. i am deeply sadden and upset with myself for doing these things and not having any type of remorse after having been a part of the problem ive created for myself.

I really do hate watch..or hate watching them...because i have nothing better to do than be jealous of random strangers eating and showing off dumb things on the internet..(use with caution was very apparent..atleast to me) I really am sorry I cant fix the situation. And I know that I will have to be responsible for what ive done to create some type of resolution...i hate mukbangs...not every time you eat is called mukbang...i know it was mai who started it because of ronnie dropping off uber eats to the other old 509 apartment and then bringing it up after dinner and ruining her night with her friends..and now everything is mukbangs or sugar rush all over snapshat and tiktok...and i am getting disowned..and stealing internet. all in all very sad to hear..i am a complete fail. Sweetwater was never ment for me..it wasnt suppose to be..thats where the idea of no free amenities started... and i ended out of luck with a stupid mukbang. Asian people problems and i am all out of things so say to my daughter because of how she has been acting over all of this with everythings that has happened.

just dont ever do tik tok trends again its not viral..its just showing off. i get the hate now...its pretty serious to me now...and my mom is expecting something good...or atleast not this...but dad knows what he's dealing with and thats how its going to be from now on.. so say goodbye to the desktop AGAIN.. i got upset and didnt use my time here at sweetwater wisely and i have a debit to owe.

"cant sweet talk youre self out of this one"

I cant already see my friends faces..wow you did a lame trend.."WTF YOU KNOW THATS A BAD IDEA...remember bdub?!" you left the house at like 6 o clock and came home at like 12:30..trru not cool..irresponsible. "dumb fat joke?" "healthy food my ass bitch ate the whole thing..dont let your childern around ANY of it..theres nothing left..regardless of the money..WHERES MY DAMN MEAL?"

no matter how much i tell..or warn you..you act like a spoiled brat. THEY are working and they get paid for this watching children, helping around the job site..they get a lunch..you need to stop and think before you get yourself into a teary eyed mess again because this time i will not be apart of the arguments nor will i have anything to say to you. I will just let your father know how he will have to go about these situations and he will have to be the one to deal with them. Because i can not nor will i any longer..

"i dont have to pay for it..it was cooked and made by someone and left out...have some respect and allow someone else a turn"

"its not even the kitchen..or cooking its why it doesnt stop being talked about..if its constantly around and always going to be there..you should probably wise up"

"the cooking is fine..there is just no manners. People dont die from starvation they die from things like this. Diabetes" "and I dont enjoy fatten foods its distasteful" "No one should be told they cant when someone else does something so child like...no one is going to take care of you when you have to know what you are getting yourself into basically..like dont chicken out..cause thats how serious food fights can get...and trust me its not every one who gets caught just you..cause your lame." and makeup is dumb your like twelve why are you even cooking in the kitchen..who are you tryin to impress..im pretty sure you dont even know what you are committing to..and you have no idea how to fix if it goes wrong end up burning shit.. because thats the dumb kind of stuff that happens when you mess with dangerous things like ovens and stovetop and cooking.

"its money." "i would rather get money then someone buy her food..it just adds to the stress that this whole ordeal has cause...the constant harssing of missed and unanswered calls because of something your irresponsible children have done, its no misunderstanding..i understand very well..I know there is no one there to see everything going on constantly but there are multiple accounts of the same fighting, shouting, and damages being done..so I am very cautious and aware that these thing are not stopping after being spoken to openly.

easy to tell someone to shut the fuck up..but hard to take irresponsibility to something you did that no one knew about..but it was a poor choice.

funny to think..people think over night you learn how to make things right..fixing everything making people happy..it take age...and time..and experience honestly. it doesnt happen right away but it will happen and you will learn from it and "grow" you just arent that old enough yet to know whats wrong with what you are doing.

and thats why I will always be mad at this kind of dumb crap these kids get into...