#im only good at persevering through pain when there's no way out of it and planks are very easy to get out of

[wolverinedoctorwho]

I wanna do planks so bad until I actually get into the plank and then I cannot make myself stay there for more than a few seconds

[mymreaderlibrary]

Hey buddy, gotta say, fucking LOVE your old man yaoi post with price and reader. It's also one of my favorite things and shit if you'd like could you write more about them? Like I need these two old men to finally own up and kiss damnit 😭

I wanted to get this out way earlier but ANYWAYS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT AAAAGHHGH I honestly wanted to write about it a lil more but I wasn’t sure. I hope this is good, no beta cause I’m a looney toons of a writer who’s stubborn as hell.

[old friends to lovers, slight angst, injury ment, laswell is so fuckin annoyed by being the only smart person, use of y/n though they’re kinda treated more like an oc sorry, the ramblings continue]

[length: 1324 words]

|

|

|

They didn't speak of the night before, but they honestly didn't have to. Y/n and Price could tell their feelings were mutual, or at least stronger than a typical friendship, but instead they chose to be stopped by an invisible road block.

For y/n it was the feeling of lost time. They weren't young anymore, they didn't have the energy nor time for things like relationships and... well he wasn't sure if Price would want to be stuck with an old fart like himself. Price aged in a way that'd make any man jealous meanwhile y/n? Not so much. He was greying, his bones ached more often than not, he spent half of his time drinking shitty liquor that made his teeth reek, and, as much as he hates to admit it, he's just not handsome anymore. Price deserved to be with someone who still had life to them. Maybe a spunky military gal who could keep him on his toes or private operative with an infinite list of missions to complete. What he didn't need, however, was someone who already had their chance and wasted it. Y/n should've told him just how much Price meant to him, how much he envied the people who got to stay by his side. He should've searched for him, got on his hands and knees and begged to come with. Convince whoever had them separated to change their mind. He didn't care if he still went through the same pain he did when he was alone, if he had to amputate his own damn leg again, or deal with the loss of his parents one more time. As long as he could've done it by Price's side he would've been happy or at the very least satisfied. But that was the past and the current y/n could never catch up to the man Price had become.

However for Price it was guilt. He remembered the days that y/n and him felt invincible. Like every little thing was just a stepping stone in their grand journey to glory. No matter the pain they persevered, found solutions where others would've given up, made names for themselves amongst crowds of soldiers all baring the same purpose. Too bad those names couldn't stop them from being split up, from losing their friends, their families, from being sent all across the world with no way of knowing if the other was even alive. Those names couldn't stop y/n from losing his entire calf... (Price hated that he only knew of his friends injury due a rumor involved with y/n's discharge). Y/n shouldn't even be here, his time in the military was over, he paid his penance, he should be at home watching tv on a leather couch with a beer in hand. Nothing on the mind but whatever sore loser couldn't figure out tonight's Jeopardy categories. But no, Price had to go and drag him out from retirement, right back onto the front lines. Straight back into trouble. Even if he wasn't on the field that didn't mean he was away from risk. His mere association with the 141 planted a target on his back that wouldn’t be removed by simply walking away. Price didn't feel he deserved y/n's affection not when all he ever did was put him in danger.

So they both stayed like that, infinitely stubborn, hellishly avoidant, and not nearly as sly as they thought. The 141 didn't have a full understanding of what was going on between the two, but they could tell there was some unfinished business. Gaz thought maybe one of them slighted the other and neither have taken the step to apologize for it. Soap thought y/n perhaps betrayed Price and that's why he's missing part of his leg. Ghost had... almost the right idea, thinking there was a strange tinge of romantic tension between the two though he assumed it was from something like a love triangle. Maybe y/n and Price loved the same woman and had some unfinished rivalry? Regardless, it was not his problem so much as it didn’t effect the mission.

Laswell however, she knew. She wouldn't have the position she did if information like this just flew past her radar. She knew of their history, she saw how they reacted to one another. Laswell wasn't blind for god's sake, in fact she felt like the only one with eyes at the moment. She wasn't so crass as to demand them to make up and get it over with, but having no one to complain to was definitely testing her patience. Instead she stuck to subtly, casually chatting with Price about y/n and dropping questions in regards to their past missions together and how close they were, hoping to make some wheels turn in his rusted head. She wasn't gonna do more than that however, they were two grown men and if they couldn’t figure it out that was their problem. Could they just be a little more subtle though?

It took until a, quite literally, explosive scenario for them to finally get it together. A bullet had gotten lodged into Price's shoulder after an enemy made a lucky shot. It was far from the worst thing the Captain had faced but it still wasn't great, hurt like a bitch for one. And secondly it seemed to send y/n into a spiral. He was practically fuming when Price got back, going on some sort of rant about hygiene and wound care. Y/n demanded to be the one to dress Price's shoulder with a tone that had the others knowing they were not invited to watch unless they wanted to join in on the incoming lecture. And lecture he did, through the whole process Price could barely get a word in. Y/n paced and raved, threw his arms in the air and even knocked over supplies on accident. He was a complete mess and it wasn't until y/n was literally out breath that the Captain could finally speak.

An explanation of what happened was given, it was just luck (bad luck in regards to Price) that he got hit. This wasn’t overly common and the team knew how to deal with these wounds. Everything was okay, it was going to be fine. This just came with the job, risks were inevitable.

They were quiet, looking at each other and letting the silence permeate the room. Price reached his hand out to touch y/n’s but was caught off guard as the other man suddenly leaned it. Knocking his head against Price’s good shoulder and breathing heavily, y/n shuddered a silent cry. A plead for Price to be safe. Whatever false version of safety he could promise, just please don’t die out there.

The Captain raised his outstretched hand to cup the back of y/n’s head, running a thumb over the stubbled hair. Letting his hand slide to his face and pushing him back just an inch.

Another moment of silence. Hearts beating like rabbits.

“You gonna actually do something or do I-“

Price shut him up as quickly as he could. It was clumsy, a bit shaky, and definitely desperate, but the moment their lips touched it felt like pure ecstatic relief. Relief that this was finally happening, relief that the invisible barrier they built around each other was so weak, but mostly relief that those moments, all those touches and lingering stares weren’t for nothing.

They breathed in each others scent, something they’ve come to know so well and yet in this moment it felt brand new, and infinitely stronger. The spice of a cigar, the sting of sweat, and- oh right, sterile wipes. Price was left to chuckle awkwardly and y/n backed away. Any childish excitement felt would have to wait but at the very least they had this.

[stepfordgoth]

I keep trying to make goals/resolutions for the new year but I'm stuck. I've never been very good at making goals. Last year I think I kept it completely abstract like "in 2024 I want to continue improving myself in every possible healthy way", which is, of course, not really a goal. Goals have to be specific and have to have a time limit to achieve them and a way to measure your progress. Among other things. Im referring to the SMART goals system right now btw:

However I will say, despite it not being a goal set scientifically, I do think I did improve vastly in the last 12 months and I certainly wouldn't call that goal a failure! Compared to where I was last year, here are some of the things Ive achieved:

I am drinking way less frequently (and way less in general) now since this time last year (I was becoming messy tbh)

I joined a gym for the first time ever in my life in august, and I fell in love with it fast. What a confidence boost to not only be going to the gym regularly at all, but to commit to it after the idea of it has scared you for so long. And then to fall in love with the gym too! I'm giving myself lots of praise right now, thats a brand new set of several skills I acquired when I decided to walk into the gym! Compare that to the girl I was a year ago who was drinking way too much and not eating healthily and getting enough exercise and gaining weight because of all of these things. I've definitely lost a little bit of weight and I look a lot better/sexier/healthier now too

I've got my chronic physical issues more or less under control. Some weeks/months are better than others. I spent a lot of time this year trying to understand and fix my gut health and I can proudly say that a year ago I kinda thought I was going to die because of the terrible flare up I was experiencing, and today I have a pretty decent handle on it. January 2024 was the worst flare-up I've had in my life, and it has never approached that level since then. And it still flares up and it's awful when it does, but they're fewer and further between now, and they aren't nearly as painful or damaging. I'm really proud of how I've done the research and tried things until I found something that helps.

I have been strong and supportive and helpful as much as possible for my husband while he's been going through a lot of changes in his (and our!) life. I am so proud of him! It's been a crazy ride but it feels so good and I know he's got this, he's a fucking rockstar.

I have given so many new things chances this year. Specifically, new music. I've really allowed myself to be more open minded musically this year than I have in a very long time.

I have persevered this year. In so many ways. I have navigated lots of situations and always come out of it okay.

I have stuck up for myself. I have spoken up and stuck to my guns for what's right for me while also being proactive and trying new techniques and ideas to deal with my life issues. I have been assertive and I've spoken my thoughts and wants and feelings. Somtimes I have made big choices or changes and stuck to them even when others around me weren't huge fans of it.

I've gotten closer to truly loving myself. I'm still working on it though, but I made some big breakthroughs this year. I've put conscious effort into being more feminine and attracting more feminine energy to myself this year, and I've done a lot of reading/changing experimenting with different hair and makeup techniques and products and clothes this year!

I went to a Caribbean island (that alone is a first) and I saw so many more stars than I've ever seen in my life and I learned to boogie board and i started to realize that it's time to let go of that "I was raised as a prisoner" mentality that makes me forget that I'm a free, grown adult and I can do whatever I want. And I got the cutest little whale tail tan line! And I learned that my husband is more in tune with "the cosmos" (so to speak) than I gave him credit for.

I finally put some things into motion regarding some stuff around the house that has been bugging me for a while but I kept getting put off for whatever reason.

I was finally able to recognize the root of an issue I've had in my life on and off since I was 14, and accept it for what it is and make peace with it. It no longer obsessively plagues my thoughts as it did for many years, thank god!

I shyed away from fewer social engagements this year than I did last year (i think?) and I tried a little bit harder to make friends, or at the very least build some sort of personal familiarity with a few new people.

I was not perfect with it, but I made HUGE strides in my not abusing my stimulant meds journey. Yes I did indeed have slipup moments but I think overall I probably took the least total amount of stimulants in 2024, that I have since 2018.

[flameblessed]

OKAY BUT TOPAZ. Here have a letter for ur birthday bc I love u and treasure u a lot klajslkgj I am so late I’m sorry but I really wanted to put brain into this and I had absolutely no brain otherwise LKJASKLGJ

BUT LISTEN im so glad I met u. frick when did we meet. Last year?? Has it been a year omg. Almost a year I think!! But man I’m really thankful to have you as a friend and in my life ;w ; hearing about your experiences and knowing that you’re still pushing through despite all the bullshit in ur life just shows how amazingly strong you are and how much you persevered and I really do admire you for that! You try to constantly improve yourself and are very honest about how you feel, which is just so refreshing and awesome to see!!

You’re also so fun to play games with and just chill with on vc too >w> I hope we manage to hang out again sometime!! Because I always appreciate people who are genuinely just chilling and are out to have a good time and honestly the way you roast people sometimes is so funny KLJASLKJG and the jokes you crack are pretty awesome, and I really treasure those moments too since it means you’re enjoying yourself and you’re happy, as you deserve!!

And gosh do I talk about your writing. I know I’ve said it again and again but I really do admire your writing T__T I feel like our writing styles synch so well and im always so invested and reread your replies to me because they’re so well thought out and so in-depth that it touches me kokoro. You have a very beautiful writing style and it’s only going to get more amazing from there!!

I also love your character creation?? Like. Obviously I love Roi and all the OCs you have told me about but GOSH do you make it all so GOOD and realistic!! Its so refreshing and really inspiring to see. Its hard to explain, but you have a way of writing that touches every character you write deeply and its so clear how much you think about your characters and interpret them, and how they develop throughout the story. Like I really do love Roi’s development from HW to EW… it’s so fucking beautiful okay I love him T__T

And not to mention ur canon characters like hello!! I remember specifically one time I was admiring your writing and you were writing a thancred reply – and like. Believe me when I say I was so impressed! Idk how to describe it. It really felt like a realistic portrayal – you did mention some headcanons that differed but felt so true to him and that shined through in your writing. AGAIN IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT ITS AN AMAZING SKILL YOU HAVE OKAY.

AND ALSO. Well. You know how much I love our babygirls KJAKLSGj and the toxic shit we come up with :pensive: I love dark stuff and I love that we’re able to discuss that freely and just be chill about it lkjaslkgj anD WRITE IT TO VERY POG LENGTHS AND GETTING INTO THE NITTY GRITTY WILD SHIT. Its great. Thank u for being such a fun rp partner too kljasklgj AND FOR BEING SO OPEN TO SHIPPING DIFF CHARACTERS TOO I really do appreciate it and I can only hope you’re enjoying yourself with your new characters as well!! ;w ;

BUT ANYWAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR YESTERDAY THANKS FOR BEING MY FRIEND AND FOR BEING AN AMAZING ROLEPLAYING PARTNER AND BEING A FANTASTIC WRITER AND PLOTTER AND ALL AKLJSGKLj I also appreciate you reaching out as well and asking if im okay if you notice ajksljg that’s honestly so sweet and you’re honestly one of the kindest people I know ;; you have such a great heart despite all the pain you’ve been through and I know you’re going to continue being your amazing self ;w ;

ALSO THANKS FOR OUTING URSELF AS A WORDS OF AFFIRMATION PERSON I FUCKING KNEW IT GDSKSL:DHL:SDKH OKAY BYEEEEEEE back to bullying you LKAJSGLKj

// So I have been staring at this all day. Just rotating it in my mind. Thinking about getting it framed in my house.

This means so much to me because like... I can never actually accept that people actually like me or enjoy my company. I just cannot wrap my head around it. So like... This is genuinely so nice. Thank you so much for being my friend.

It has been around a year since we met. I am SO HAPPY that we started interacting and stuff. My life is better for having you in it. Thank you so much.

[iwadori]

Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

masterlist

Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week,  from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh  

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”  

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:  

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.  

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.  

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you  

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face  

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.  

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto  

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.  

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.  

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.  

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.  

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.  

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.  

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.  

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.  

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.  

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes  

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.  

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

[microwaveabl]

Okay, this is long, and just some of my thoughts I needed to put out there, to try to explain. I may add more, I don’t know, but for now, i’m putting this [Keep Reading] thing so that you don’t have to scroll past all of it, so that it at least appears short.

Waiting. Life, or mine at least, is spent waiting. Daily, weekly, yearly. I wait for the school day to be over, i wait for those fun moments.

Weekly, i wait for monday. Most kids, most people don’t look forward to monday, but i do. I look forward to monday because it’s the last day with my mom, at least until after being with my dad. I look forward to it because my stepdad isn’t there most of the day, and again, the next day is tuesday, which i have with my dad.

I wait yearly, waiting until I was 14, until my voice could count for shit in court. Even now i wait, waiting for the courts to move forward, for the custody case to go through. I wait until im 18, until i can leave home, go out into the world. but i worry. i worry that my life won’t go as i want it to, that i’ll look back and wish i had enjoyed these years more, these years I cannot enjoy. I’m losing out on my childhood, and i see that, and I can’t regain it or change it. And it all dates back to the best terrible thing to happen to me.

The divorce. I say it’s the best terrible thing to happen for a reason. It broke me, has hurt my mental health and possibly depressed me, but it again, was still the best thing to happen. The years before, the cause of it, was because of my mom. She is of a specific faith, and took it probably too far.

My father is agnostic, so he doesn’t believe in a God, but my mom does, and she oppressed him because of it. She indoctrinated my sister and I into the faith, and a specific day comes to mind to really show how bad it was. One Sunday, our dad, who we really didn’t know very well, asked us if we wanted to spend the day with him instead of my mom, not going to church in favor of being in the company of our father. We chose to stay with him, and mom went to church, and when she came back, she stayed out in the car, away from us all. When she came back in, she said she had been out there for so long because she didn’t feel welcome in the home.

My mother, who forced her faith on us, the one time we wanted to be with our dad, said she wasn’t welcome. Eventually, my dad got so depressed and apart from our lives that he divorced our mother. It allowed me to choose, to learn about agnosticism and faith and how it didn’t necessarily make sense, to grow and become my own person. So, while the divorce might’ve hurt my mental health, it allowed me to form a bond with my dad, eventually find my identity and lack of religion, and not be completely indoctrinated into her faith.

Through it all, my sister has helped me. She’s been the closest to me, the one i can always rely on. Most kids don’t have the best relationship with their siblings, but my sister and I, even though we’re 4 years apart in age, are close to the point of being mistaken for twins. We’ve been there for each other, no matter what, even when we fight or don’t agree. She’s my best friend, and I hope to stay close to her throughout my life.

I have made so many great and wonderful friends here on tumblr, and I love all of you so much. I love interacting with any and all of you, whether we’re mutuals or not. I tell my friends they can tell me anything, that I won’t mind, that I won’t hate them or dislike them, it won’t hurt me. And it’s true, I will always be there to help them as much as i can, because I want to help them however I can. The only pain i go through as a result is that I can’t do more. I want to comfort them, but in the end im just there, sitting at a computer screen or looking at my phone, crying because I can’t do more than text.

That’s why I don’t want to talk about my problems, and why I understand why my friends don’t want to talk about theirs. I know what it’s like to be there, wanting to help, but only being in pain because I can’t. So, I push through, knowing i’ve made it through worse and i’ll make it through this, holding my burden silently. The only person I really tell everything to is my sister, because she’s been there with me, she knows exactly what I’m going through, and she knows how to comfort me.

Sometimes I hate myself, because of things i’ve done and the way i’ve treated others. However, whenever it ends, whenever I stop hating myself, I can realize. I may have done horrible things, things I don’t want to talk about, I don’t want to burden my friends with, but I’m getting better. I no longer do those things, or I do them for a good reason, or im working on stopping.

 I lie to my mom so that I can go on discord and tumblr, and it’s for all of you, because I care about you. I’m not so egotistical to say taht I’m holding my friends together, that if i left they’d fall apart, but they still need me. They’ve shown me how much I mean to them, and I want to be there with them, helping them through their issues.

The moment may be terrible, but it’s just a moment, and it can get better. I remember when I was 10, living at a different house my mom was renting before buying this one, crying into my pillow because I couldn’t do anything, because I didn’t want to have to live there. But I pushed through, i persevered, and look at me now. I may not be doing perfectly, I may not have the time wtih my dad that I want, but the steps necessary are progressing, getting closer. I’ve worked so hard to do so little for so long, for probably at least 5 years waiting for this, waiting until I could be with my dad, and it’s finally happening. 

So to all of you that are going through shit, going through something that seems to have no end, I promise, it can get better, and I want to help you if I can through it. If you push through, even if it’s just going through the motions for however long it takes, I want to comfort and be there for you. 

Whether you’re trying to find your sexuality or gender, need to rant, or just explain somehting, my inbox and DMs are always open, so just message me. Even if you just want to interact with me, send me something, for I love seeing an ask appear in my inbox or a message show up at the top of my screen. I want to help you.

[nobeliumoxygenoxygenmisc]

asra || you are my sunshine

based on ‘you are my sunshine’ (>1.5k words) - moments in asra’s life, from small snippets of being with you to a journey to a certain island 

--

You are my sunshine

“What are you smiling about?” 

“It’s too bright. Did we forget to set up the tent again?”

Asra blinked blearily up at you as you gave him a quizzical look. “No? We’re inside the tent, Asra.”

“Oh.” He couldn’t help his grin from widening. “I guess I just mistook your brightness for the sun.”

Your answering blush and exasperated laugh was enough to last him the rest of the day, and even though you promptly dumped your blanket on his head, Asra did not regret setting up the conversation just to say that one line. 

My only sunshine

The ride back to Vesuvia was the same as always--the beast sprinting through the desert at breakneck speed, Faust entwined around him and watching their progress with delight. And yet every time he travelled with you, Asra swore he felt happier than the last. No matter if you were talking amiably about whatever had piqued your interest that day, or sleeping, like now.

This time, you sat in front, for he did not want you slipping off as you slept, but whether you sat behind or not, it was always a comfort to feel your presence, your breath on his skin, your hair tickling his face even as he buried himself in it, relishing in your scent. 

You shifted in your seat, mumbling what he made out to be something that sounded suspiciously like “Give me the food, Asra.” He chuckled, the arm around you tightening to reposition yourself. That was both a mistake, and not, for you woke up then.

“How long was I out?”

“Only an hour so far. You can go back to sleep, Y/N.”

You shook your head. “You can sleep this ti...” Your words trailed off as you yawned, and you ducked your head in embarrassment. You didn’t have to turn to see Asra’s smug expression.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Sleep!” Faust said.

“Faust says sleep,” Asra relayed.

“Fine, fine, I get it you two. I’ll go to sleep again,” You grumbled, settling back into his chest as he laughed once more.

You make me happy

The shop was probably one of the most unconventional shops there was in Vesuvia. There was never a set opening and closing time, and most regular patrons just had to be accustomed to a kind of feeling they had to cultivate to determine whether or not they would be open. And yet there were times when handling customers and doing readings did become mundane, and too much of a routine for Asra’s liking. 

Still, you always seemed to make everyday just a bit different.

“So I didn’t know whether to buy the pumpkin bread or try Selasi’s new recipe because I know you were craving the pumpkin bread today but, but the new bread looked and smelled heavenly so I bought both and well, um, we have…” You mumbled the rest under your breath, seemingly too embarrassed to continue.

“We have..?” Asra prompted, giving you a reassuring smile. You looked sheepish, but Asra knew that whatever you did would never be able to anger him. 

“We now have nothing else for lunch or dinner now,” You finished. “I’m sorry!” You added quickly, continuing. “But we have lots of bread and I think bread for dinner is nice, right? Selasi’s bread has never failed us after all and--”

Asra did not like interrupting you, but he couldn’t help the laugh that spewed out. Pretty soon, you joined in, leaning against the counter to allow Faust to poke her head into the bags full of loaves.

“Y/N,” He began when he cooled down. “You don’t have to look so worried. Of course we can have bread for lunch. And dinner.” You relaxed, smiling. “Even if it’s just bread.”

When you had both settled down upstairs, you handed Asra his bread loaf and a knife, giving him a silly grin before saying, “Your meal, master Asra.” He snorted and took a bite. “Is it to your liking? Or would master Asra prefer another dish?”

He played along, giving a contemplative ‘hm’. “What would the chef recommend?”

“More bread,” You said at the same time Faust squealed “Bread!” happily.

He smiled. “Then I shall take their recommendation.”

When skies are grey

Some days were hard. Long days in the shop, when the desire to travel had reached its peak, for one. And the anniversary of his parents’ death, for another. 

Asra had always thought he preferred to be alone for that day, save for Faust curled up around him. Muriel had understood, but he’d always ensured Faust stayed with him to keep him safe, and most importantly, grounded. Asra had never realised just how much your presence, even silent and still, was so, so wanted.

His head lied in your lap, face pushed into your stomach and his arms wrapped awkwardly around you. He wasn’t sleeping, neither of you were, but though it was silent and you mindlessly stroked his hair, it was enough. 

For now, it was enough.

You’ll never know dear

There were so many moments that you never saw Asra looking. 

Like the times when you laughed too hard at something--hopefully at something he had said--, eyes shut, doubled over, the twinkling of your laughter literal music to his ears, as cheesy as that was. Or the late nights when you and he talked about anything and everything, sometimes until your eyes couldn’t stay open but you continued to talk and listen. Or when you’d go into the market and he’d wait on the side as you bartered and bought whatever you two needed. Early mornings when you woke up later than him--admittedly rare mornings--, not awake enough to notice Asra’s gaze. When you’re talking about something that you’re passionate about, stars in your eyes, frowning a bit when you catch him just staring and not quite listening. 

So many moments that you never caught, just because you weren’t looking. So many smiles that were reserved just for you.

Always just for you.

How much I love you

“Clearly I love you more, Asra.”

“Y/N, there’s something you have to know.” You gave him a challenging raised eyebrow. “You need glasses, because what’s clear here is that I love you more.”

Rolling your eyes, you playfully pushed him away as you both lay in bed. “Hm, I’m not so sure about that.” You got up on your elbows, grinning down at him. “Let’s see, I wouldn’t be able to count all the ways I love you on all the hands of the people in Vesuvia.”

Asra grinned back, a mirrored challenging gleam in his eyes. “Ah, but I wouldn’t be able to count all the ways I love you on all the hands of the world.”

You momentarily pouted, before persevering for there was no way you were going to lose now. “I was wrong. I meant, I would need all the stars in the galaxy to count the ways I love you.”

He only smiled wider. “And I would need all the stars in all the magical realms and this one to count the ways I love you.”

“Oh, but are there stars in all the realms?”

“Maybe not all of them, but I already know the Magician’s realm does, and that’s already a galaxy on it’s own.”

There was a competitive glint in both your eyes now.

There was no way either of you were going to lose, it seemed.

Please

Arguments were rare. Of course, there were the almost daily play fights, sometimes even escalating into a pillow fight that constituted the only physical violence--if one could even call it that--between you two. 

But if anything became too strained, it was almost a tie to see who would apologise first. Sometimes you were stubborn, so most of the time Asra won. But other times he had to take a walk around Vesuvia just to get his thoughts into an organised order before he could return, and by then both of you were willing to apologise or compromise.

It was very, very rare that Asra left Vesuvia completely after an argument. For if there was one thing he had to do before going on adventures you couldn’t accompany, it was making sure you knew just how much he loved you before he left. You had once joked that it sounded too much like he was leaving for good and he’d told you that that would never be true. You had then said, “Well, don’t make it sound so much like you’re going to die out there or something, okay?” You two had shared a laugh back then, you playfully telling Faust to take care of Asra in case his fluffy white hair joined their cloudy brethren in the sky, leaving him vulnerable to whatever was out there.

Neither of you had thought that the day he couldn’t say anything to you would come.

Neither of you had thought that it would be you who would not return. For in a sense, you were each other’s homes.

Don’t take

Running through Vesuvia had never been as terrifying as that moment. 

Asra ran; Faust and him giving alleyways quick glances, every hooded face a look, scanning crowds and everyone and anyone who passed him.

The crowds thinned the closer they got to the docks. 

Shipments to the Lazaret that day had ended, so the docks were ominously empty, save for the few sails men tying up their boats. 

Asra had all but jumped into the one boat left untied, the sailor crying out in confusion more than anger, for when they saw Asra’s sweating pain-stricken face, they all but backed off.

Especially when they saw how he looked at the island with more fear than anyone should had ever known.

My sunshine

He had felt it.

He had felt it as if it was burning his own skin.

The flames tearing into him, melting his very being and yet, at the very same time, doing absolutely nothing.

For it was not him who had gone through that pain.

It was you.

The pain in his fingers was nothing compared to that. Compared to the ache in his chest, as if something that was supposed to be beating inside was not, as if it had been carved out and the weight of the object in his hand was not the handful of ash and dirt, but his own heart instead, slipping through his fingers.

Falling, falling, falling.

Even though you had brightness to rival the sun, Asra knew that those flames would have stopped at nothing to devour all in their path.

You were gone.

You were gone.

Away 

--

asra and angst just go hand in hand im so sorry. i was hoping my second arcana fic would be happier lmao - thank u for reading tell me if you liked it?

[imagine-organization-xiii]

Imagine Vexen was doing a experiment that backed fire and turns every single member except him into children.

@nopantssaturday is such a babe, guys, you don’t even understand

oOoOo

Oh No. This was not Good. Vexen watched as his latest creation shut down during its most crucial test stages. The scientist quickly ran to the machine and pried open the doors as a dense pink vapor inside of it’s chambers flowed out. As the doors begrudgingly opened, the academic waved his arms, trying to clear as much of the fog as possible to find his test subject inside. Thankfully the scientist was wearing his sealed suit or he would have been choking on the gas himself.

This machine was one Vexen was working on for himself; one to slow and eventually stop the aging process, but not because he was worried of aging himself. Oh no, The scientist merely was just trying to find a new way to defy the forces of nature with science, something he effectively loved doing. 

But as the smoke cleared from the lab, the subject, a white rabbit he had found, did not look any younger. “Shit.” The scientist huffed to himself.  He was sure that his calculations were correct. He knew they were sound, and yet here he was with the same adult rabbit he had started with. Ugh. The scientist slowly lifted the rabbit from the floor of the machine and held it in his arms as he carried it out of the chamber and to its small cage on the other side of the lab. But as he placed the rabbit in it’s holding, a loud unfamiliar voice echoed throughout the castle. 

“VEXEEEEEN!!!!!” The voice was high pitched and whining, like a woman or child. But it wasn’t Larxene. Curious, the scientist quickly removed his suit headed up the stairs to the main room of the castle. But never expected to see what lay ahead. 

There, sitting in the gray area, were 13 little toddlers. And not just any toddlers, no. They were all of the members of Organization XIII. The only reason he could tell it was them, was that they were all were still attempting to wear their cloaks that are now MUCH too large for them. Some of the children sat on the floor, some were crying. But there, sitting on the highest chair was a tiny Xemnas, arms folded and looking very angry. At him. 

This was supposed to be terrible, but Vexen couldn’t help but smile that this was his doing. His experiment had worked. Well, somewhat. But how was this possible? But a simple gaze upwards provided the answer. The vents! When the vapor exited the chamber of the machine, it probably traveled upward and into the vents to the rest of the castle. That must have been it.  Though this was a miracle, it was clear that no one was happy about this but Vexen. The tiny superior looked up at him with his little arms crossed. 

“Fix this. Now.”

So, after scooping up all of the toddlers and bringing them to his lab, Vexen got to work examining the effects of the pink anti-aging vapor. Of course, this task would be nothing for someone as intelligent as Vexen, but doing so while also babysitting 13 toddlers proved…. Difficult. Some of the children like Ienz– - Zexion were well behaved and sat with books. While others were.. More difficult. 

“Number VIII! Stop running around the lab this instant!!” The little troublemaker continued to scurry around the lab, stopping only once to turn his head and stick his tongue out at his captor.  The scientist quickly caught up, and lifted the rowdy little redhead into his arms before placing the boy in a small caged in area of the lab that the Academic was able to have the dusks put together as a suitable place to corral the children. Those dusks sure are capable when it comes to stealing from people, it seemed, for within a couple hours, they were able to put together a fairly suitable area to distract the children. Well. Most of them. 

“Noooo!!! I don’t wanna go in there!!!” The redhead loudly whined before being placed inside of the cage. 

“Well, that’s too bad, Number VIII. Because you need to say in there.” The scientist said, matter of factly. Fighting with this child was not much different from fighting with the real Axel it seems. 

“Well why does Xemnas get to sit out there!?” The toddler whined, even louder than before, pointing his little finger at the chair near Vexen’s lab desk where the tiny superior sat stoically, crossing his arms in a pensive stare. 

“He gets to sit there because he is the superior and gets to do what he wants.” The scientist stood and turned to walk back to his desk. The little flame’s face started to scrunch in disgruntlement before tears formed in his eyes and he let out a pained wail. 

“AwwaaaHhhh!!!!” The boy cried. “That’s not fair!!!!” But as the boy let out his whining scream, the high pitched cry of two babies carried in from the other room. 

“Oh great, you woke the infants….” Vexen sighed as he walked into the other room to soothe the crying babies.

Without the major distractions, Vexen was able to figure out two facts about the effects of the pink vapor. The first was that the anti-aging process seemed to be relative to the original ages of the person that inhaled the gas. For instance, Roxas and Xion, the youngest members of the organization, after inhaling the gasses have reverted to mere infants. Whereas Xigbar, Xaldin, and Lexaeus, as well as the superior, have reverted to a child that seemed to be about 4 or 5 years old. And all of the others in between seem to have become toddlers between the ages of 2 and 3 years old. This was fairly easy to understand by how the child acted and the cognitive functions the children possessed. 

The second thing that Vexen was able to discern was that even though each subject was able to remember what had happened to them and what was happened, they still displayed the behaviors, mannerisms, and priorities that a child would. This was able to be figured out by how Demyx has been able to watch the same Lucky Emblem Sing-A-Long-Song’s VHS on repeat for the last 2 hours with the same captivation and interest as the first time he watched it. It was also easy to tell by the way that Larxene smiled and laughed, at all. The fact that the girl was smiling was enough to say something about her had changed. 

The only child that didn’t seem to display this kind of behavior was that of Xemnas. It was as if the superior had the mind of someone well beyond their years and that only his body was his age. This phenomena was strange, yes, but further examination of the superiors mind would have to wait. For this man of science had to figure out how to fix the problem at hand first. As soon as he placed the now sleeping infants back down in the crib, Vexen left the darkened room and started to head back to the main part of the lab to continue his work. But before he could reach his lab desk, a tiny hand reached out and tugged on the bottom of his pants. One look down to his ankle revealed that it was Lexaeus tugging on his pants. 

“Yes, Number V, what do you need?” Vexen asked. The small boy didn’t talk much, of course he never really spoke in general. But the boy looked up at Vexen with big pleading eyes and placed his hand down over his front and pushing his knees together urgently. Vexen was momentarily confused by the dance but then understood. “Oh… OH!” The scientist then quickly took the child and walked him hurriedly to the nearest restroom before he had to ask the dusks to clean his floors. Again. 

Ugh this was going to be a long day. 

–

After a few hours, Vexen had started to get the hang of handling 13 children. At least enough that he could get his work done. The young superior sat in his chair and handled himself in all ways as if he was an adult. Xigbar was precocious but would quickly grow bored with the mischief he was causing and would turn to playing with whatever garbage he could find. Xaldin and Lexaeus were very quiet and both seemed to have no problem playing with the toys that the dusks had found at a moments notice. Lexaeus seemingly had a small rabbit plush he seemed focused on. Zexion had a small stack of picture books that seemed to be able to keep him entertained. Axel was a bit of a trouble maker, but it seemed that the redhead was able to keep himself distracted from causing mischief if he had Saix nearby. Something about the blue haired child seemed to keep Axel from going buck wild. 

Demyx has been watching the same VHS for the last 4 hours and even though the music was annoying, Vexen knew it kept him quiet, so he persevered. Was just kind of playing with the game board that the dusks had found, something called ‘Apologies!’. The pieces were missing, but that didn’t stop Luxord from repeatedly popping the bubble at the center of the game board and watching the dice inside bounce around. Marluxia and Larxene liked playing together most of the time and were able to be distracted by the dolls and dressing them up. And the last two are infants so while they required the most feeding, they were able to be kept fairly contained and didn’t get into trouble, sitting in chairs near the desk when they were awake, watching the scientist with wide eyes. 

After about a good amount of time testing and working at his desk without much interruption, the chilly Academic made it with a breakthrough, coming up with a bright blue liquid in a vile that could easily be turned into a vapor and once inhaled. Should negate the effects of his previous experiment. Thankfully this nightmare would be over. 

But as soon as that thought came to his mind, vexen looked up to the small boy with the periwinkle hair over her face looking down intently into his picture book and the scientist curl of a smile grew on his lips. He had almost forgotten how Ienzo used to love his books. It made him almost wish that the experiment didn’t have to end. But then another scream echoed through the lab. 

“VEXEN!! XIGBAR IS PULLING MY HAIR!!” 

“No! IM NOT! SHE STARTED IT” 

“NO I DIDN’T!!” 

“YES YOU DID!!” 

Okay. Never mind. Forget that. It needs to end now. 

Vexen quickly loaded the children with their original clothing draped on lazily into a vacuum sealed room of the lab (one that he probably used at the beginning of all this to have prevented this enter faux pas.) and pumped the room full of the blue vapor. The fog was as thick as its predecessor and soon the entire room went opaque with the gas. At first there was silence, but then the fog dissipated and it was clear that the reversal was a success. Soon the members all filed out of the room. 

“Ugh.. What happened?” Axel murmured as he stepped out, placing a hand up to his head. 

“I don’t know…” Demyx replied. “But I’m really in the mood for some chicken nuggets…” 

“Don’t you eat that every day, tyke?” Xigbar snickered. 

“Hey!” The younger boy whined as most of the members left the lab in a group. The superior gave Vexen a silent nod before leaving the lab as well. And soon the only ones left in the lab were Vexen… and Zexion. 

“So..” The younger member paused. “Was that whole afternoon real?” 

Vexen gave a dry chuckle in response. “Ah.. Yes.. Not my proudest failure. But yes it did happen.” 

“Oh man… “ Zexion sighed. “How did you deal with 13 children, Vexen..?” 

“Oh.. With great difficulty.” Vexen laughed again, tired from the day he just had. “But you know what? It was not as catastrophic as it could have been. And.. It kind of reminded me of when you were small in Radiant Garden. Of course, back then it was just you, and not all of the others as well. But sometimes it’s nice to remember the better times. You were always a well behaved child, Ienzo– I- I- Mean..” The scientist fumbled on the name a moment before the young man stopped him. 

“No. No. Ienzo is fine..” Then a pause hung in the air a moment before the schemer spoke again. “You know.. I never thanked you, Vexen. For raising me in that castle with Master Ansem and the other apprentices. I mean, my parents died and I could have been sent to suffer the fate of so many other orphaned children in Radiant Garden, but instead you all cared for me and raised me. And if today wasn’t proof, raising children is no easy task.” 

For a moment, the Chilly Academic didn’t know how to reply. His throat almost went dry. He had never expected something like this from the boy, honestly they barely spoke anymore outside of work, let alone spoke of the past. But.. somewhere deep inside of him, Vexen could swear that he felt an inkling of… happiness? 

“I– You’re welcome, Ienzo.” The scientist smiled. And as the boy slowly left the lab, a thought came to Vexen’s mind. 

Maybe this experiment ending in failure was not the worst thing.

[headoverjojo]

If it aint too self-indulgent, could i get bruno, abba, doppio and risotto with an s/o whos like "oh im going to the beach/pool for the day, oh i dont burn, i dont need any form of sunblock" then comes home looking like a tomato? Im running out of aloe vera and redder than previously thought possible. (I think your rules said 4 single characters, but if i misread then just take your pick from them)

Hello there! :3 Be as self indulgent as you want, dear, be so uwu And you remembered perfectly the rules! Let’s go :3 (OH NOOOO please get more aloe vera DDD: )

Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Risotto Nero and Vinegar Doppio with a s/o who comes home with sunburns

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno told them to take the with them the sun cream, that it should have be better, that the sun was scorching, but no, they hadn’t listen to him and look at them now, all red and whining. He deeply sighs, seeing them like this. He knew that it would have happened, but could he force them to put on the cream? No. They’re adult and they can take their own decision, even if it’s a bad one. It can be a lesson.

Still, Bruno is not going to leave them languishing in their sunburning pain and, knowing that they should have surely come back in this state, he went to buy a cream for sunburns. The moment they enter home, whining and complaining, Bruno hands them the cream, while reading the newspaper. He doesn’t need to say them “I’ve told you”: they already know it and the sunburns are enough to remind them of it.

For the next few days, Bruno takes care of them, preparing lukewarm bags to soothe the pain and keeping them at rest. He’s a bit annoyed by the whole easily avoidable situation, but he loves them and he’s going to take care of them for all the necessary time!

He sincerely hopes it’s the first and last time it happens! Sunburns aren’t things to underestimate and they can bring to more severe diseases. If they have learned their lesson, then it’s all ok, but if they try to sneak out again without any sunblock, then he’s going to be annoyed! Last time it didn’t go really well, why they insist on not put on a cream, a spray, something?! He’s gonna scold them for their irresponsibility. And if they still go out without any sunblock, Bruno would show up through a zipper and put it on them while they’re enjoying a sun bath. They’re not going to other more sunburns, not under his watch!

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio isn’t going to pester them about the sunblock: he tells them one time, saying them that the sun, that day, would be scorching. If they listen to him, fine; if not, their business. He’s not going to babysit them, they’re adult and can take the decisions they want! if they lack of common sense, then they’ll pay the price. Maybe, with a little sunburn, they’ll learn that it’s always good to put on some sunblock.

Still, he never imagined that they could come home completely red as a tomato. Shit, this is way more than a little sunburn! He grumbles all the time, scolding them for their lack of common sense and telling them “I’ve told you that the sun would have been scorching, but when do you ever listen to me?”, before going out to buy some cream to soothe their pain. Following the pharmacist’s advices, he prepares also lukewarm water to soothe the burning pain, all while muttering and grumbling, making them smile a little, even if every part of them burns and hurts.

For the next few days, Abbacchio is more caring, with them. Yes, they were an idiot, but they’re his idiot and he’d be damned if he doesn’t take care of them. He doesn’t coddle them or pity them, just giving them time to rest and heal properly.

If he sees them going to the beach again without any sunblock, he’s going to be really angry. Wasn’t the last time enough?! Do they really want to get more sunburns?! This time he’ll not let it go, pestering them until they take with them the sunblock or blocking them and covering them in sunblock before they head out of the house. He’s not going to be gentle, if he has to be rough, he’ll be! They can pout at him as much as they want, but they’re not going to sunbathe without any protection, not under his watch!

Risotto Nero

Risotto is naturally tanned and doesn’t burn easily. He’s used to be under the sun for long hours, since his childhood and, even if now he mostly stays in the dark -both due to his work and his aesthetic-, he still is pretty resistant. However, he knows that sunblock is important, so, even if he understands the “No I don’t need sunblock” ‘cause he too tends to be like this, he tells them to put it on, since the light marine breeze could trick them and not make them notice that they’re burning.

And this is right what happens; he knows it even before they’re actually on sight, hearing their whimpers and muffled curses. By the time he has reached them, they’re slowly and carefully peeling off their clothes, cursing at every movement, a cream for sunburns thrown on their bed. He goes to help them, without saying anything: the burns are already enough, they don’t need him to scold them. His gaze too is enough, as they pout and mutter a “You were right” that makes him lightly smile while he gently spreads the cream on their skin.

For the next days, he tries to work as much as possible at home, in order to relieve them from some housework. In the private sphere he’s really considerate and attentive, so he’d not shy away from helping his s/o, even if, from time to time, he’d sneak a comment, grinning when they pout and huff. They also try to punish him by forbidding kisses, but the first one who gives up is right Risotto’s s/o, every time.

Risotto is sure they’ll not do again the same mistake, even more if they’re on his team. He’s an understanding man, but just for the first time. One time must be enough to learn the lesson. Making mistakes is human, it happens to everyone, but persevering is just stupid and he doesn’t tolerate stupid acts. So, this time is the only one he allows them to do this mistake. They know it and everyone knows that it will never happen again and that from now on they’ll always take with them a good sunblock.

Vinegar Doppio

Doppio burns easily, since he has a really sensitive skin, -ironic, seen that he has lived in Sardinia, a very sunny region-, so, the rare times he can actually relax at the beach or a pool, he always brings with him the highest sunblock, spreading it also on his s/o. But when they go alone, Doppio knows they’ll take advantage of it not to put it on, he knows them. And he worries about it.

And, as he feared, -he couldn’t go to the beach to bring them a sunblock due to a mission- they come back completely red and burnt. He’s so worried!! He runs to buy a lotion for burns and, back home, he treats them gently and sweetly, cleaning their skin with lukewarm water with extremely delicate gestures, applying then the lotion. He feels even guilty! If only he had imposed himself… they don’t want him to feel guilty! It’s not his fault!

Doppio is going to be really attentive for all the time they’re recovering from the sunburns. He feels guilty, even if they told him more times not to feel like this, that it wasn’t his fault, so he feels the need to make amend, in a certain sense. They’re touched by his gentleness, but at the same time they wish to heal faster, so he can stop to feel guilty!

They’re not going to do it again. Doppio doesn’t deserve to feel like this, plus he has a lot of work, missions… they don’t want to be an additional burden! So, lesson learned: they’ll take with them a sunblock, every time they go to the beach or the pool, to Doppio’s utter relief. He knows that sunburns can bring to more severe diseases and knowing that they, now, protect themselves adequately lifts a great weight from his heart!

[thotful-writing]

Obedience

Jacob Seed/F! Character

Description: She had been reluctantly taken into Jacob's training as a Hunter, she was strong, but needed to learn her place and obey commands. Jacob had tried everything, there was only one other way to teach her.

A/N: I don't write much Jacob stuff, but figured I'd give it a go.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, dom/sub undertones

Jacob paced the room, he wasn’t sure if he was angry or worried, he decided to go with both. He hadn’t heard from her in hours, he told her not to do anything but of course she was stubborn and constantly trying to prove herself. Suddenly the door opened, he stopped, his heart pounding as all of the worst scenarios ran through his mind. He was set at ease when he saw her walk in.

“I told you-I told you not to go, but you went anyways? You disobeyed a direct order.” He stalked towards her, anger seething through him.

“I-I was doing it for the Project, to help.”

“It was too dangerous to do alone and now I’m going to have to go and fix your mess.” He stopped a few inches away, glaring down at her.

“But-I did it. I secured the outpost.” She stepped back trying to get some distance from his obvious rage.

He blinked at her confused for a moment, how could she have secured the outpost on her own? With no backup?

“You did it? By yourself?”

“Yep. No problems or anything, Sir.” She gave him a weak smile, hoping he’d be grateful.

“You still went against my orders. You’ll have to pay for that.” 

She wasn’t fond of Jacob’s punishments, he was always so creative. She had been under his training for a few months now, she desperately wanted more with him, but knew her feelings weren’t reciprocated in any way. Jacob was all work and no play, completely closed off from any emotions or affection.

She shivered outside in the rain as she held the large rock over her head, her arms trembled, ready to give out if she let them.

“Why don’t you just put the rock down? Come inside where it’s warm?” He said as he paced around her.

“No, Sir.” She responded, keeping her gaze forward.

“Just put it down, it’ll be fine.” He continued to try and persuade her.

“N-No, Sir.” She shivered.

“Are you disobeying my orders?” He circled her like a predator circling his prey.

“N-No, Sir. You told me not to put this rock down until the sun came up. That’s what I’m going to do.” Her arms continued to shake. She’d sooner drop it on her head than put it down and disappoint him.

“Have it your way.” He said as he went back inside.

She could no longer feel her fingers, she was pretty sure they were now permanently attached to the rock. The rain let up a little, but she was soaked to her core, there was no way she’d get out of this without getting pneumonia. Jacob returned with a hot bowl of soup, he stood in front of her and got a spoonful, blowing it gently in front of her face. She instinctively licked her lips, she’d give anything for some food right now.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you hungry?” He furrowed his brow as he looked at her.

“Y-Yes, Sir.” She didn’t look at the soup, she held her gaze to his.

“Come inside and get some food. There’s plenty.” He placed the spoon in his mouth and made the most ridiculously pleased face.

“N-No, Sir.”

“You sure? It’s delicious.” He took another bite.

“Y-Yes, Sir.” This was the only time in her life she ever denied food and it pained her to do so.

“Guess I’ll just give the rest to the Judges then.” He left her once more.

6 hours, 6 hours had passed, she only knew because she could see the sun peaking over the horizon, she continued to wait though, determined to hold out until Jacob gave her permission to come inside.

“Oh, you’re still out here?” Jacob stretched and yawned in front of her.

She nodded her head her body trembled, she no longer had the energy to speak and her mouth was pretty much frozen shut.

Jacob didn’t say anything, he grabbed the rock from her and dropped it to the ground. Her arms immediately fell to her sides, they felt like cooked noodles. She moved to step out of the mud, but her legs gave out and she fell to the ground. Who knew standing in the same position for 6+ hours would cause your legs to become stiff and buckle the second you tried to move? She pushed herself up on her hands and knees, took a deep breath and tried to stand back up, but it was no use, she fell back down to the ground.

Jacob sighed as he watched her feeble attempts. He was initially reluctant to take her on as a Hunter, but she persevered through his training and had proven herself worthy, she still had a stubborn streak that needed to be broken though. He rolled his eyes before he leaned down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.

“S-Sir?” She looked at him surprised.

“Jesus, you’re freezing.” He said as she shook in his arms.

He carried her inside and passed the shared quarters for the Hunters, he continued walking down the corridor to his quarters, she’d glanced inside but had never fully been in it before. He placed her in his bed and covered her with the thickest fleece comforter. He left for a moment before returning with two more blankets, piling them on her. She continued to shake under the warmth, but the feeling was coming back into her extremities slowly. Jacob stood over her as she shivered, her lips almost blue, he knew she needed more heat. He kicked his shoes off and pulled the covers back, lying down beside her and covering them both back up. He pulled her close to his chest.

“S-Sir, you don’t have-“

“Shut up. Your body temperature is too low. Why did you stand out there so long?” He scolded her.

“B-Because you t-told me to, Sir.”

“If you had followed my orders that closely before then you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Although it was a bit awkward, she actually enjoyed her current situation, not the freezing to death part, but the being in bed close to Jacob part. His body heat was helping warm her up quicker though, she had stopped shivering as she laid next to him. Jacob tried his hardest to remain completely unfazed by her closeness, he couldn’t deny he’d desired her for a while now, especially in watching her strength and determination increase over the months. Now, as she lay so close to him, he wasn’t sure how much resolve he had to resist her, one glance wouldn’t hurt, would it? He looked down to see her asleep against his chest, breathing softly. He brushed a piece of hair off her face, he panicked slightly when she stirred, but relaxed when she continued to sleep.

She stretched across the bed to find Jacob had left her, she wondered how long he stayed with her? Her arms were still sore and weak as she left the bed, she wanted to seek him out, to thank him, but she decided to return to her quarters instead.

“Heard you got quite the punishment yesterday.” One of the other Hunters commented as she entered the room.

“Lasted longer than you did though, how long did you stay out there before you’d pissed yourself?” She smiled smugly.

“You’re right, I didn’t last long out there. Maybe if I had then Jacob would have shared his bed with me too. But I guess we can’t all spread our legs for special treatment.”

She wanted to lash out, but she refrained, she knew Jacob wouldn’t be happy if she started killing off his Hunters. She ignored the comment and gathered her clothes to go take a shower. She let the hot water warm her still semi-frozen bones, her fingers and toes still felt somewhat numb. When she returned to the shared room the man was still there, he glanced up at her, but she ignored him. Before she knew what was happening, he was behind her, pressing her against the concrete wall.

“Just want a taste of what Jacob gets.” He said into her ear as his hands travelled down her body.

She would have screamed but it wouldn’t have done any good, Jacob would have come to save her, but it would’ve only made things worse for her. She let him get distracted by her compliance, he let his guard down for a moment, she threw her elbow back into his face as hard as she could. He yelled out in pain as he stepped back from her, holding his nose.

“Touch me again and I’ll slit your fucking throat while you sleep.” She turned around to face him.

He was about to say something, but Jacob entered the room, “What’s going on here?” He crossed his arms as he glanced between the two of them.

“Nothing, Sir.” She feigned innocence.

“The blood pouring from his nose tells me it’s more than ‘nothing’. What happened?” He looked at the man.

“I-I tripped.” He said as he continued holding his nose.

“Is that so? Maybe you need more agility training then, clean yourself up and meet me outside in 10.”

The man left, glancing back at her, she held her gaze on Jacob. She didn’t want to tell him what had almost happened, she was worried he’d see her as weak.

“There something else I need to know?”

“No, Sir.” She shook her head. He looked at her for another moment before leaving the room, he was certain he knew what had happened and he didn’t plan on taking it easy on the guy.

“Jacob? Hello? Anyone?” A voice rang over the radio, she looked over at it, Jacob was still outside.

“Yes?” She pressed the button and answered, knowing she should’ve just gone to get Jacob.

“We need help! We’re under attack here at the Elk Jaw Lodge, by the Resistance, there’s too many of them. Send help!”

She stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. She knew she could get there quickly and help, as well as prove herself to Jacob, but he was so furious when she’d done the same thing the other day. She made her decision, she grabbed her guns and headed out. There were a lot more Resistance members than there should have been, by the time she got there it was almost too late, there were only a few followers left. She ran in, guns blazing, taking out anyone and everyone she saw. Her adrenaline was pumping so fast she didn’t realize when she got nicked by a bullet as it tore through the skin on her arm. When it was all over, she had either killed all the Resistance members or they had run away. She helped the remaining followers get patched up until reinforcements could come. She decided it was best if she headed back to the VA Center, hoping Jacob had heard about her success.

She walked in the door, half expecting to see Jacob waiting for her again, but he wasn’t there. She walked down the corridor further until she reached his quarters, she peaked inside but didn’t see him. Suddenly she felt someone grab her arm and turn her around.

“Looking for someone?” Jacob asked as his eyes bore into her.

“N-No, Sir.” She tried to pull free of his grasp, but he held firm.

“Heard you were down at Elk Jaw Lodge.”

“Yes, Sir. They needed help so I-“

“So, you disobeyed a direct order, again, and went to play hero?” He clenched his jaw as he glared down at her.

“Sir, I-“

“What’s it going to take to break you, hm? To get through to you that you don’t call the shots around here?” He narrowed his eyes at her.

She stared up at him, genuinely worried about what he would do. She didn’t think helping would be such a bad thing, but she did go against him, and she had made a habit of it recently. Jacob held her arm as he pushed her into his room, slamming the door closed behind him. She trembled slightly as she stood in front of him, not knowing what he was going to do to her. He grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her hair back, forcing her to look at him.

“You’re going to learn how to obey commands.” Before she could register what was happening his lips crashed into hers, kissing her forcefully.

He shoved his tongue into her mouth, she welcomed the intrusion and swirled her tongue around his. She fought for dominance in the kiss but was quickly reminded of her place by a hard pull on her hair and a sharp bite on her bottom lip. He pulled away from her abruptly, leaving her breathless and wanting.

“Clothes.” He commanded.

She didn’t need to be told twice, she quickly rid herself of her shirt and unbuttoned her pants. She paused momentarily when he grabbed her arm, looking over the wound she had, bringing her attention to it as well. He let out a heavy sigh at the sight, but knew it wasn’t anything life threatening, deciding to leave it for later. She returned to her task and removed her pants, remaining only in her panties in front of him.

“Still don’t listen.” He said as he grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them until she heard the fabric stretching and then ripping apart.

She shifted her legs, feeling her wetness already soaking her thighs and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He tossed her underwear to the floor with her other clothes and circled her, just as he had done before, like he was a predator and she was his prey. She jumped when his hand landed hard on her bare ass, sending shivers over her body at the contact. He moved forward, pressing his body against her back, she could feel his hardness on her ass, she instinctively reached back to palm him through his pants. He let her for a moment before giving her another smack on her ass. She pulled her hand away from him immediately. He remained there, his hands on her shoulders pulling her back against him, he loved the feeling of her body on his. He trailed kisses down the side of her neck, biting into the flesh on her shoulder. She moaned instinctively and reached back for him again, needing to touch him. The second her hand touched him he spanked her again, harder this time. She withdrew her hand once more.

“Desk.” One word was all she needed, she walked over to his desk and bent over it, waiting.

He remained where he was, admiring her from afar as she waited for him. How he wanted to take her now, on every surface in the room, but she needed to learn her place first. He didn’t move for several minutes, she began to wonder what the hold up was, she turned her head to look at him.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

“No, Sir.” She turned her head forward.

He moved closer, his fingers tracing down her spine lightly, she felt goosebumps form across her skin as his fingers moved down further, barely touching her ass. She pushed back into his hand, hoping to coax him into touching her more, the only thing it earned her was another hard smack on the ass, adding to the already reddened skin.

“Patience.” He growled.

He knelt behind her, bringing his face directly to her center. He smirked at how wet she was already, completely soaked. His hand started down at her ankle, lightly moving up her leg, to her thigh. He spread her open wider, but never touched her where she wanted it most. She whined after a few minutes, shifting her legs. It was taking all his will power not to fuck her over this desk right this instance, but he held back. He leaned forward and pressed his tongue flat against her, starting at her clit and licking up to her entrance, tasting her. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, finally being touched where she needed it. He pushed one finger into her opening, feeling how tight she was.

“This is going to hurt.” He said as he withdrew his finger and stood up behind her.

She furrowed her brow for a moment, what exactly was he talking about? It didn’t take her long to figure it out after he’d unzipped his pants and pressed his tip at her entrance, pushing into her completely without warning her first.

“Wait, fuck…” She squirmed, trying to adjust to his size as he stretched her out, but he grabbed her hips and held her still, not letting her move.

He pulled out almost completely before sliding back in, at this point she was glad she had gotten so wet before he’d done this, if not it would have been a lot more painful. She tried to control the pace by moving further up the desk, but he caught onto her quick and grabbed the wound on her arm, causing her to yell and stop all movements.

“Please, Sir…” She begged as he tightened his grip on her, still thrusting in and out of her slowly.

“Begging is another way of trying to control a situation.” He laughed at her attempt.

He released her arm and gripped her hips once more, thrusting harder into her, causing her to lurch forward on the desk. She was finally getting adjusted to him and moaned each time he dragged against her walls as he pulled out. His pace had increased as did the pressure in which his fingers were digging into her hips. He groaned as he pounded into her, reveling in her tightness, the way she writhed beneath him and under his grasp. She began to tighten around him as she felt her imminent release approaching.

“No.” He said as he slowed his pace back down, bringing her back from the brink.

She panted and wanted to argue, but knew it was no use, he would just continue to drag this out if she did. She remained silent as he started moving faster again. He smiled at her obedience, she was learning quickly, even if she wanted to complain, she wouldn’t. He slowed his pace again, but thrusted deeper inside her, hitting that perfect spot that made her knees weak. She moaned loudly each time he hit it, he knew she was getting close again, as was he. He thrust into her harder and faster again, the desk banging into the wall, if no one had heard it before they definitely did now. She whimpered at each thrust and felt herself tighten around him again.

“S-Sir?” She asked, he knew what she wanted.

“Alright, Darlin’” He said through gritted teeth.

A few more thrusts and she came undone beneath him, her body shuddered her orgasm hit her. Her walls clenching around him pushed him towards his own release, he had no plans of pulling out of her either. He remained inside her, making sure she got every ounce of his cum. They both began to come back down, he finally pulled out of her, she remained on the desk, unable to move.

“You belong to me now.” He leaned down and spoke into her ear, placing a kiss on her shoulder as she lay there.

[gracelessknights]

“I just want to do the right thing and what’s best for you.” “How would you know what’s best for me?” I asked sharply. “You’re not me. You have no right to make decisions for me.”

“Don’t feel sorry for me,” I tell her. “There are millions of people who have had their mother die. You did, as well. I’m not so unique. We all get through it as best we can.”

And yes, his sex life is fairly shallow; he’s admitted as much. But he’s clearly intelligent and kind. Not the soppy sort of kindness that seems to be more about showing off than actual caring, but a quiet, unobtrusive thoughtfulness that’s unexpected and lovely.

“I love you too, baby,” she said. “I really do. I want you to be okay. The rest of your choices are up to you. I hope to God you make the right ones.”

“If you say you’re in love with him, then I believe you. Please understand, however, that at your age very few loves ever last. You don’t know if he’ll just decide to leave you one day. Keep that in mind, okay?”

“You have ten minutes,” he told me. “Ten minutes to think about what you did wrong and how bad you feel right now. Are you ready?”…“There. It’s over now,” he said. “Now you look forward and figure out how you’re going to get better.”

Anything is possible if you give it a chance

“They’re your family.” Hades laughed. “No. Goddess lesson number one: Fear the family.” “My mom—” “Was a wonderful mother to you, I’m sure. But she still lied and deceived you at every turn.” He waved off my protest. “Consider yourself lucky. Our father tried to eat us. We all grouped together and killed our parents. Instead of drawing us closer, we spent the next few millennia ripping each other apart. Families think they know what’s best for you. Your friends let you figure that out for yourself.”

I trust him to be true to his nature, you need to trust those around you will be true to their nature. Even when it may appear that they are betraying who they are.

Aim to be better not bitter.

Some things are out of our control,” he said. “We have to learn to accept and adapt.”

Why drown in love when you can have so much fun swimming around in lust?

Who better to parent you, than people who have had to persevered through their life.

Be a catalyst for change

My aunts said I was dreaming when I said I wanted words to be a career, but my mother kept quoting Picasso’s mother. “Picasso’s mother told him if he got into the army, he’d be a general. If he became a monk, he’d be the pope. Instead he was a painter and became Picasso. That’s exactly how I feel about you. So do, Rachel, what you love.”

Rise and rise again until lambs become lions.

Demographics are destiny.

“Devils don’t come from hell beneath us. No, they come from the sky.”

Goodnight. Travel well.

“It’s not torture. It’s not making things worse. It’s not horrible. It’s not a fucking mistake. Out of everything don’t you dare say it’s a mistake.”

Learn before you burn.

I don’t think it [love] is someone who sweeps you off your feet. I think it’s someone who stays right beside you and let’s you walk on your own.

We can only do want we know.

We can only practice what we understand and he neither understands this nor does he value it.

“…,Im fine.” “Until you’re not. Then what? What am I supposed to do,…? Do you have an answer for that?”

Intentions don’t bloody matter if the end result isn’t what you expected.

I feel like you have the best intentions but you’re just making one mistake after another.

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

“I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.”

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.” ― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

“Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it’s time for them to be hurt.” ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons–something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn’t going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear.” ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.” ― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“That’s what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.” ― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.” ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Most people are not looking for provable truths. As you said, truth is often accompanied by intense pain, and almost no one is looking for painful truths. What people need is beautiful, comforting stories that make them feel as if their lives have some meaning. Which is where religion comes from.” ― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“It’s easy to forget things you don’t need anymore.” ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Instruction does much, but encouragement everything. ― Letter to A.F. Oeser, Nov. 9, 1768

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten. ― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore. ― Christopher Columbus

Either you run the day, or the day runs you.                                                         ― Jim Rohn

What you plant today, you can harvest tomorrow.

The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

It is not about where you impart your views, it is about the message itself. Speeches made on on a table in the cafeteria can sometimes mean more than words said in an arena with roaring crowds.

It’s not just a word. It’s the weight of it.

It’s not a small thing to give up everything you’ve ever known. But it’s not a small thing to give up Emma, either. If there is even a slight possibility he can have them both—Emma and his heritage—then it’s certainly worth fighting for.

“If you ever get caught in the undertow,” he’d said, “just let it take you. Just let it pull you right out. Whatever you do, don’t fight it and waste your energy and oxygen. That’s how people die. The people who don’t die wait it out. The undertow lets go eventually, right when you think you can’t hold your breath any longer. You just have to be patient.”

I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be. ― Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith

You’ll never know your limits until you push yourself to them.

He - and if there is a God, I am convinced he is a he, because no woman could or would ever fuck things up this badly. ― George Carlin

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. ― Neil Gaiman

You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun. ― Shaun Hick

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily. ― François de La Rochefoucauld

Do not sit still; start moving now. In the beginning, you may not go in the direction you want, but as long as you are moving, you are creating alternatives and possibilities.’ ― Rodolfo Costa, Advice My Parents Gave Me: and Other Lessons I Learned from My Mistakes

It is never too late to be what you might have been. ― George Elliot.

Being there for someone when they need you, that’s all relationships are. ― That Awkward Moment.

Remember: It costs nothing to encourage an artist, and the potential benefits are staggering. A pat on the back to an artist now could one day result in your favorite film, or the cartoon you love to get stoned watching, or the song that saves your life. Discourage an artist, you get absolutely nothing in return, ever. ― Kevin Smith, Tough Shit: Life Advice from a Fat, Lazy Slob Who Did Good

Thankfully, persistence is a great substitute for talent. ― Steve Martin, Born Standing Up: A Comic’s Life

Our chief want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be. ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

When you put effort into your self and people will put effort into you

We find comfort in those who agree with us - growth among those who don’t. ― Frank Clark

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition. ― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. ― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. ― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

What you’re supposed to do when you don’t like a thing is change it. If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it. Don’t complain. ― Maya Angelou, Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now

You wanna make a splash? Part the Red Sea.                                                       ― Harvey Spector

In a gentle way, you can shake the world.                                                            ― Mahatma Gandhi

Silence only perpertuates more silence

“Jesus, you’re so bloody…forward.” “You don’t get anywhere in life by going backward.”

I know that this woman isn’t just a prostitute, she is an heir. I know that this precious woman is a princess and was worth the King of kings to die for her. I know that she is worth more than $20 dollars for 4 hours and that she is treasured beyond belief. I know that she is valued and loved to an extent I will only know in heaven.                                                                                               (A Christian article I read a while back)

I’ve learnt that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but they will never forget how you made them feel                                               ― Maya Angelou

Name one thing you can’t live without. Emma Stone: Love. In whatever form it takes.

It would make more sense to have birth control for men because .. There’s a better chance to shoot on an empty gun than to shoot a bullet proof vest.

Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.

i’m still not sorry but I understand.

Don’t wait for the future. it’s all hit or miss

Do what you can for as long as you can

Visual escapes are crucial only due to the psychological factor it pertains

I love my community so i wanna help it

Education should never have a political agenda.

“She stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was.”                                  ― Neil Gaiman

As for courage and will- we cannot measure how much of each lies within us; we can only trust there will be sufficient to carry us through the trials which may lie ahead. ― Andre Norton

A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt as dangerous. ― Alfred Adler

Is the holocaust an aberration or reflection of who we really are. 

I found myself surrounded by people who celebrated intellectualism and engagement and who thought that my ironic oh so cool disengagement wasn’t clever or funny but like it was a simple and unspectacular response to complicated and compelling problems.                                                                   ― John green

Just because you’ve done something throughout your life, it doesn’t let you off the hook for it. If it’s wrong, it’s wrong. Stop using familiarity as an excuse.

You’re doing what you can and that’s all that matters.

Treat yourself like you would treat a small child.

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.                                                                                                ― F Scott Fitzgerald

“I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream”

The only thing you need to do anything is the time and motivation

Adjust your sails according to the wind

“Then suck it up, take responsibility for your own mess. And get your head back in the game. ”

Learn something with the intention of teaching it.

You’re the only person who has control over who you become.

Journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

‘When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow’

“Need covers itself with love … but need is never love. Always beware of the one who needs you. There is always a want behind a need, you see”   ― J Lynn Armentrout

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. And if you’re not taking a chance, what the hell are you doing anyway!” ― Ted Mosby

This is the problem I have with religion, people do too may things in the name of belief, or worse use it to prevent others from exploring external possibilities.

So here’s my advice study broadly and without fear. Be vigilant in the struggle towards empathy ― John Green

Being afraid isn’t a weakness, Alex. It’s only a sign of something you must overcome.” ― J Lynn Armentrout

“We would all believe in God if he served our every whim. Belief is not about an easy life. Belief is soemthing you have regardless.”

“Sit down, take a deep breath. And let mommy take care of it… just like she always does.”

Small mishaps don’t count a fuckups by the way -me

It’s not a problem, its challenge

Take the game seriously, but remember it’s just a game

“Even when you grow up and move away, its important to come home. Ok?”

It doesn’t get easier… it gets manageable.

Don’t set off running unless you can see the finish line.

Are you strong enough to carry your secrets

Escape-based choices are almost always disastrous, because they solve only half the problem. Target-based decisions at least have a shot at being successful, so keep that in mind every time you have a significant choice to make. Don’t be pushed away from what you don’t want; let yourself be pulled toward what you do want. I’m not saying your end goals can’t change—of course they might. But don’t tell yourself, “So what if this isn’t what I’d hoped for? Heck, it beats what I’ve got.” You deserve better.

Understand that there are no “wrong” decisions.

In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences. ― Robert Green Ingersoll

“The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Clarity and focus doesn’t always come from God or inspirational quotes. Usually, it takes your mother to slap the reality back into you. ― Shannon L. Alder

The mother memories that are closest to my heart are the small gentle ones that I have carried over from the days of my childhood. They are not profound, but they have stayed with me through life, and when I am very old, they will still be near … Memories of mother drying my tears, reading aloud, cutting cookies and singing as she did, listening to prayers I said as I knelt with my forehead pressed against her knee, tucking me in bed and turning down the light. They have carried me through the years and given my life such a firm foundation that it does not rock beneath flood or tempest. ― Margaret Sanger

It really takes the pressure off if you understand that every experience you have, whether you characterize it as “good” or “bad,” is exactly the experience you need to have at that moment. Some choices may lead to more painful lessons than others, but living life in fear of living life is no way to live.

When I was trying to decide whether or not to go on my trip, I had a friend who flipped a coin and made me commit to the outcome. Life involves some risk. Flip the coin and see where it leads you.

William Parrish: I thought I was going to sneak away tonight. What a glorious night. Every face I see is a memory. It may not be a perfectly perfect memory. Sometimes we had our ups and downs. But we’re all together, and you’re mine for a night. And I’m going to break precedent and tell you my one candle wish: that you would have a life as lucky as mine, where you can wake up one morning and say, “I don’t want anything more.” Sixty-five years. Don’t they go by in a blink?”                                                                                                     ―Meet Joe Black

William Parrish: I want you to know how much I love you, that you’ve given a meaning to my life that I had no right to expect, that no one can ever take from me.

Susan Parrish: Dad…

William Parrish: No! I love you so much. And I want you to promise me something. I don’t want you to ever worry about me. And if anything should happen, I’m gonna be okay. And everything’s gonna be all right. And I have no regrets. And I want you to feel the same way.

Susan Parrish: I love you, Daddy.

William Parrish: That’s why it’s okay.

―Meet Joe Black

[Watching the fireworks above the party before they depart]

William Parrish: It’s hard to let go, isn’t it?

Joe Black: Yes it is, Bill.

William Parrish: And that’s life… what can I tell you.

―Meet Joe Black

Joe Black: I don’t care Bill. I love her.

William Parrish: How perfect for you - to take whatever you want because it pleases you. That’s not love.

Joe Black: Then what is it?

William Parrish: Some aimless infatuation which, for the moment, you feel like indulging - it’s missing everything that matters.

Joe Black: Which is what?

William Parrish: Trust, responsibility, taking the weight for your choices and feelings, and spending the rest of your life living up to them. And above all, not hurting the object of your love.

Joe Black: So that’s what love is according to William Parrish?

William Parrish: Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I’m talking about.

Joe Black: Those were my words.

William Parrish: They’re mine now.

―Meet Joe Black 

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

@ursy153​ & @imberbimber​

Can you proofread Chapter 4... of my trashfic (below)

[itaics removed by tumbr]

Chapter 4: See You Later, Amputator

His eyes burned from lack of sleep, but still the Medic clung  stubbornly to consciousness. Somewhere outside a bird trilled as the next day dawned; the newly-risen sun sending far too bright rays through slatted blinds, no matter how vulgarly the medical man mentally cursed out the fiery ball he had come to loathe in the last hour or so. Soon, he would need to switch the saline drip to a new bag, and check the runner’s vitals once more; despite how leaden his limbs felt.

He would not fail Scout in providing the most excellent care possible. For one, it was quite literally his duty, his role on the team as a Support member… and yet, that was, in truth, not the predominant reason he was doing this. Certainly, the relationships with his teammates were fractured, some perhaps irreparably; but he still cared for them, no matter their reciprocal ideologies as to his character. And of all the mercenaries, Scout had been first to bridge the gap with his incessant, oft-overbearing degree of affection… thereby forcing all the others to accept Medic had returned, or have their ears talked off.

Scout seemed to be responding somewhat, now that he was not quite so dehydrated as the night before; but it would be touch-and-go until the speedy little kind awoke and could verbalise, or at least gesture, to the areas of greatest discomfort. Then Medic could do what he did best, and alleviate suffering… and if, perhaps, he was testing out some new formulas for analgesic lozenges in the process, then so be it. Of course, he hoped they would help… but could not be completely certain until they had been tried by a human subject.

Gott im himmel would he sell at least one of the souls in his possession for the chance to take a nap!

Or at least, the chance to shower and eat something filling; given he had been forced to abandon his dinner the night before, and nothing in the Infirmary fridge could be considered ‘edible’ unless your tastes ran toward the more obscene delicacies. Besides, it’s not as if he can cook a mega-baboon heart on the small bunsen burner in the room, that would be ludicrous!

One of his hands was trapped in the awful crux between numb and searing discomfort, thereby forcing the medical man’s bleary attention to focus on the appendage. He makes a soft, questioning sound of confusion as he realises the reason for the mild pain is that the doctor has been holding onto one of the ice-packs for Scout; something he’d removed more than half an hour ago, when the runner’s temperature finally began to subside. Without a word, he drops it to the floor and begins to shake his hand to shock some feeling back into the appendage.

Then, with a  frown, Medic decides to quickly check that perhaps he hadn’t over-chilled the resident mercenary child; utilising the hand he could still feel, naturally. Satisfyingly, Scout felt somewhat warm to the touch, but nothing too alarming, which was right where the doctor wanted him.

The fever-flush was still bright in the boy’s cheeks, but not so concerningly as before. Indeed, Medic allowed himself a brief moment to feel uncharacteristically optimistic about the whole situation. Certainly Scout was not out of the woods, but he seemed markedly improved, which was always a valid cause for elation. A win, at last, for the German physician.

With a glance at the nearly-depleted bag of saline, Medic decides it would be prudent to switch it out swiftly; making a conscious effort not to let out too loud a groan as tired, stiff muscles and joints protested having remained still so long. Now cruelly forced to perform such a delicate, intricate task on short-notice.

His whole body ached, begging for rest; but he could not, would not give in to such a base urge, until he was quite certain the Scout would be safe in his absence.

Thankfully, long years of working nightshifts had ingrained certain processes in his muscle memory; he could practically switch the IV bag blindfolded, at this point. Unfortunately this rather impressive ability was hampered by the fact his arms weighed more than a cache of australium at this point. Medic swiftly grew frustrated at the ridiculousness of his fumbling fingers failing to adequately find purchase on bag or tube; clenching them into shaking fists to avoid screaming and waking his patient.

How had it all come down to this?

He was a renowned, feared mercenary medic who healed allies in a heartbeat, stole souls and slaughtered targets with a dashing smile. The mere sound of him unsheathing his bonesaw was enough to make even the most bloodthirsty men tremble in fear; the sight of it, sent them into paroxysms of terror. There as a good reason he could never return to his own country, after all; and that was a predominant part of it. With the whole ‘mercilessly exterminating those who had wronged him’ coming in as a vague second place on the list of reasons. As it turns out, corrupt or otherwise, authorities tended to take a rather dim view of stealing skeletons from the living.

Even if Herr Bones, who was propped in a far corner of the Infirmary, really livened up the place. So to speak.

And yet… for all this, here he stood. An exhausted old man with trembling hands, a parched throat, and a body rebelling against him as it fought for the rest he denied it; failing to perform the most basic feat of his profession, something he managed on his first try, as an intern all those many years before. The sheer gall of the universe to reduce him to this! The absolute audacity of the cosmos!

But then, he supposed it was fitting, in a way. Atonement was rarely in a form of one’s own choosing; nor was it pleasant for the penitent involved. Honestly, it was most often the opposite.

Medic gave a wry smile to no one in particular, and took a breath; exhaling shakily, centering what little patience he had preserved over the past few hours, and tried again. His hands shook, but he persevered; trying again when he failed to grab hold of the item, and again after that. It was then it occurred to the medical man to squint, which provided unto him the epiphany that he was not wearing his glasses and therefore, of course he could not make vision and physical object align correctly.

He would have laughed aloud at himself, disoriented and disjointed from the lack of sleep and normally ever-present visual aids, if he knew it would not most likely awaken his patient. Instead, Medic allowed himself an amused huff of air, and moved over to the desk in order to prod about until he found-... ah, there!

The world returned to high definition once more, and it was startling to realise how far gone he must be to have not even had an inkling that something was incorrect, before. He blinks, and then does so again a tad more forcefully, trying to stave off the desire to just sink to the floor and nap a moment. How tempting… and yet, how… counterproductive.

“Nein, stay avake you silly old fool…” he mutters to himself, casting about for the forgotten replacement bag of fluids. In less time than it takes his tired eyes to blink, he has finished switching out the items and is in the process of double-checking the line’s flowrate is correctly metered.

Scout twitches a little, burbling something that sounded half like an apology and something vaguely about chicken, but ultimately relaxes again. This time, Medic does quirk a smile; both at a minor procedure well-done, and also at the discovery that Scout talks in his sleep. Not even unconsciousness or illness could silence the child.

Earlier in the evening, after he had managed to assure Heavy that they would be fine, and the Russian could go and rest if he wished; he had finally sat down beside the bed, and just watched the junge. Eyes roving over the runner’s chest in reassurance that the earlier stutter had finally begun to even out; hands periodically checking pulse and temperature. But predominantly, playing the role of a silent observer to a patient who would not, could not, be still.

At first, Scout had squirmed instinctively in reaction to the coldbricks being utilised to lower his outrageous temperature. Medic had wished to place him in an icebath, but there were too many factors that could go wrong under the circumstances; such as how humans tended to seize when their core temperatures exceeded certain parameters too swiftly. But eventually, the runner had calmed, as had the outrageous fever he was sporting; and the restless agitation that covered the Scout seemed to slide into actual rest, even if it was a fitful one.

And then he started to talk. Oh, it was not all distinct, or even language sometimes… just snippets, statements, half-sentences that made little sense when strung together. Occasionally Scout would whine or make a sound of displeasure at his circumstances, and Medic would check to see if he had returned to consciousness one more, only to find the boy wholly asleep still.

It was endearing, in its own way. Far more positive a situation than that which the boy had been as they’d entered the Infirmary; Scout entirely limp, burning hot, and unable to cling to the waking world no matter how hard he tried; so uncomfortably vulnerable in the arms of the over-protective Heavy.

Medic was relieved that this had not devolved into something far more serious, as things in his life tended to do; he was quite fond of the speedy little hase, and could not bear to have such a young life slip through his fingers. It could have, though. The thought replayed in his mind all those many hours of wakefulness, jolting him to awareness like a thunderbolt of clarity, and keeping him alert for any change or sign of deterioration.

Though it never came.

Archimedes nearly startled Medic to death, as he dropped onto the human’s shoulder without due warning. It took a considerable amount of effort to hold in the scream that nearly escaped as the German’s frazzled nerves were tested by this surprise visit; and yet, he managed, for the sake of his patient. He was a professional, after all.

“O-...oho, you sneaky bird, you!” he admonished Archimedes fondly, “Scaring me like zhat after zhe night I’ve had… I should take avay your pretty-bird mirror for a veek!”

The dove cocked his head so that one beady little black eye could stare at Medic, as if trying to ascertain whether the human was being serious or not. He added an inquisitive coo, and ruffled all those gloriously fluffy white feathers; for once, blood-free, as Medic had painstakingly captured and bathed all his dear dove darlings over the past week. Starting the new year clean was always a good omen; or so Heavy had once said, during their first Smissmas on base. Perhaps the Russian was simply appalled by how much blood and gore the pristine white feathers could attract and found a way to trick Medic into cleaning his flock...

At the thought, Medic let out an involuntary snort, finding the whole situation disproportionately hilarious; which could be put down to either the sleep deprivation, the stress of the last few hours, or the man’s rather messed up sense of humour. Which was, at best, impossible to comprehend or predict.

Which naturally, of course, happened to be the exact moment someone decided to enter the room; for it was, as fate would have it, the worst possible moment to arrive into such a situation without some degree of context as forewarning. That tended to happen to the Medic rather frequently of late. He had toyed with the idea of having ‘I can explain’ tattooed on his forehead in several languages, to expedite such circumstances.

The Texan clears his throat, as if to say something, and stops short. Medic cannot see the man’s eyes from beneath those ever-present goggles, but he can imagine what the builder was thinking as he surveyed the scene. Of course… from the Engineer’s perspective he’d walked in on a rather dishevelled looking Medic, who was apparently giggling hysterically at his bird, looming over a mumbling Scout; the latter of whom, at least, appeared to look a tad better than the night before -when the runner was playing ding-dong-ditch with the Grim Reaper.

They stare at each other for a long, long moment; inventor and practitioner equally surprised by the other’s presence, unable to break the stillness filling the room between them. Until, finally, one of the other doves decides to take matters into their own wings; with Socrates landing on Engie’s hardhat, decisively, and settling down on the slippery surface.

Medic finds himself on the verge of giggling once more; unable to hold it back, considering the provided visual delight of a stern, stout Texan all riled up and ready to lecture...and the poofy bird that has settled atop his headwear. He digs short fingernails into his palm to keep the sound inside, sensing it would not endear himself to the other man under the circumstances.

It was Engie who broke the silence first, by clearing his throat. “Is this, uh… a bad time, Doc?” he asks, straight to the point and goggle lenses fixed on the German’s face.

Likewise, Medic shoves down the impulse to laugh and clears his throat. “It… it is a good time, Herr Engineer. I do… apologise for you having to see me like zhis, I do not…” he trails off, vaguely, uncertain how the sentence ended and not much caring for it anyway.

The hard expression on the Texan’s face melts a little; Engie, oddly enough for a man who delighted in the many murders he managed to purvey via sentry each match, was never able to hold onto anger against someone he perceived as suffering or vulnerable. It’s why he never got too angry with Pyro for doodling on his blueprints; or lost his temper at Demo, when the man ‘borrowed’ a new invention to test how well it handled explosives. The latter had different demons than the former, but Engineer seemed to sense it somehow and always had time for the team if they needed to talk.

“Ah… Ah reckon ya in mighty need of a nap, there Doc… how about you go and rest up for a minute, whilst ah keep an eye on Scoot for ya?” he suggests softly, in a tone that Medic hasn’t heard him use since before the disbanding of RED and all of the subsequent incidents.

He made it sound so tempting… just a quick rest of his eyes, and everything would be okay. Engie would not allow any degree of harm to come to Scout whilst Medic slept, of course not; but… but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t… take that risk.

“I-... I… nein Herr Engineer... danke, but I cannot-...” he falters, mind going oddly blank as he sifted for the correct words in any of the many languages he knew, even though it felt oddly like trying to find correllating puzzle pieces at a yard sale, before managing “I must…stay...  here.”

Yes, that sounded about right.

...or not. Engie was frowning. That was never a good sign, and especially not if he was already mad at you for some slight or another; much less when the guilt of betraying your team hung so heavily on you.

“Now see here, Doc, ah don’t think ya gettin’ what ah’m sayin’ right now. Just lookin’ at ya, ah’m gonna go right on ahead and guess y’ain’t slept yet, ‘cause ya look like hell.” Engie was using his displeased tone of voice, which never meant anything good for the person it was aimed at; Medic could feel himself trembling with something that was not exhaustion. The inventor continued, “Which is why ya can’t getcha words workin’ right, right now. Meanin’ ya can’t be all that alert, or maybe ya too alert, when it comes ta carin’ for Scoot here.”

He was clearly leading somewhere that the German was not quite able to get to, yet. His deductive reasoning tank was stolidly tapping ‘Empty’, and he couldn’t quite work out how to refill it.

“So hows’about ya’ll go rest for a minute… and I’ll keep an eye on Scout, here?” the Texan placates. “Wake ya up immediately if anythin’ changes, good or bad, alright?”

“Nein.” Medic responds, tone confused and oddly petulant. Scout was HIS patient, and gott im himmel, Medic was going to look after him no matter what! He would show them!

Who was this interloper to intrude on his Infirmary and make demands?

“Now see here, Doc, I-...” Engie tried, but Medic immediately cuts him off.

“Please Leave, Herr… you. All is in…” he pauses, failing to find the right word, and just pointing at his other hand to emphasise the point. Engie kept taking a halfstep back for every stride Medic made his way; trying to keep himself non-confrontational in the face of unexpected adversity.

He didn’t notice until the last moment, that he’d been chased out the Infirmary doors.

Before the bewildered Texan man can even form a rudimentary protest, the German flashes a slightly manic winning smile, bids him “Guten morgen”, and shuts the door in his face. Leaving the Engineer spluttering in surprise and frustration at the slab of wood and wondering just what in tarnation he was going to do about it now.

~)0(~

By the time breakfast had rolled around, the rest of the team had gathered in the kitchen for an impromptu meeting on how to handle the whole situation. Even the reluctant early riser trio of Sniper, Demo and Heavy had managed to make themselves attend; each downing far more coffee than a human being probably should be capable of containing, before six am.

“Ah’m just sayin’ ah’m concerned. Darn near slammed it in my face, when ah went to check if he was alright… looked like he’s been up all night frettin’ over Scoot. An’ ah ain’t ready to forgive him just yet, but… it ain’t right.” Engie summarises his argument for the others, fidgeting with his gunslinger as he did so, because physical tasks always kept the man grounded when emotions were high.

“Righto lad.” Demo agrees readily, crunching his way through a second slice of ‘untainted’ toast.  He and Sniper were good pals, but they differed in their opinions on what counted as appropriate breakfast condiments. For example, Demo loved plain toast, and considered the New Zealander to be a heathen of the worst sort for putting something as bitter as vegemite on his morning meal. Even now the man’s one remaining eye flickered back at the lanky man, with mild disgust, as the Kiwi determinedly attempted to imbibe enough coffee to remain conscious.

Sniper, for his part, inclines his head. “So, what’re you thinking of doing about it then, Truckie?”

They all knew Engineer clearly had some sort of a plan already outlined in that devious little mind of his; it was now a game of teasing it out in a language they can all understand. Soldier was usually the best at this, as he tended to ask a lot more questions than people tended to assume he would, and the Texan would always explain as broadly, patiently and simply as he could. However, the military man had been patrolling the base most of the night to ‘keep the Private safe’, and was not entirely awake enough to be involved in the conversation to that degree.

Endearing, but ultimately frustrating.

Pyro was currently attempting to feed the American some sort of overly-sugary cereal, one ‘airplane’ spoonful at a time. And, surprisingly, Solly was allowing it.

It was a mesmerising sight, if you got suckered into watching. Engineer found himself wasting a good long minute or two on it by complete accident; maybe he hadn’t had a full night’s rest either, they were all worried about the kid.

“What? Oh, yeah, right. Well, ah was thinkin’ that perhaps it’d be best for both of ‘em if we sent in someone… that can be mighty persuasive, even if Medic ain’t inclined to cooperate at first.” Engineer edged about it, definitely not making eye contact with the mercenary in question. The entire room could feel him shift, however, as the sharp intellect caught on to the plan.

Silence seems to stretch and elongate for a long moment, before the human tank lets out a weary sigh and relaxes his posture. “Da, is good plan. Vill be able to talk doktor into rest, or… be more persuasive.” Heavy flashes a mildly menacing grin that makes the rest of the room’s occupants damn glad they were not on the receiving end of the Russian’s ‘care’ in this instance.

“Y’sure this is fine by you, pardner? ‘Cause I can always make Spah go, if it’s too… y’know, close to home for ya.” Engineer prods, trying to ascertain if he’d crossed a line somewhere and backed the Russian into a corner. Giving the other an out.

“Nyet. Have experience, doktor is stubborn when it comes to self, leetle Scout is same… carried both to bed many times when they finally fall asleep in strange place. Is no trouble, Engineer.” Heavy affirms, clearly resolved to this course of action. It was true, of course; he was somehow always able to convince or cajole exhausted teammates to take care of themselves. No one said it aloud, but many suspected it may have been learned through being both big brother, and pseudo-parental figure, to his younger sisters.

“Thanks for that, Heavy.” Engie beams tiredly, standing a little taller, like a weight had been lifted. “But don’t hesitate to call for help if Medic, or god-willin’ Scoot, are bein’ right stubborn about taking good care of themselves.”

Heavy nods, and says nothing. The Russian deigns to not look entirely perturbed when Pyro begins to offer him cereal… by way of ‘choo-choo train’ spoonfuls. This is not the oddest thing their firebug has tried at the table, and certainly will not be the last…

“Oh, and Spah… ‘cause I know you’re lurkin’ roundabout these parts, don’t you go interferin’ and rilin’ up the Doc before Heavy gets a chance to talk to him, y’hear?” the Texan scolds, seemingly thin air.

In the silence following the statement, they can hear the flick-click-hiss of a cigarette lighter being utilised… an inhalation, exhalation, and then an answering, “Oui, labourer.”

That seemed to be all Engie was looking for, as he actually beams, clapping his hands together. “All righty then, now that’s settled, everyone get about their business… and no more coffee for you three or ya’ll gonna phase clear through into another dimension, alright?”

Demo, Heavy and Sniper, suitably chastised, nod; and only go back to sipping their caffeinated beverages when they were sure Engie had exited the room for good. Didn’t want to go hurting the feelings of a man who could program the toaster to assassinate you, now.

~)0(~

His eyes are wide in startlement at the hulking silhouette through the Infirmary’s internal windows. They are frosted, looking out into the waiting room, but he knows that figure anywhere.

“Scheisse!” he splutters, gritting his teeth. Of course they would send Mish-.... Heavy, of course! Those cruel, sick, twisted mercenaries knew exactly who would be most likely to make him-… make him-... ach, what was the word? To make-do?

Ah, comply. Yes, to make him comply with their odd notions of healthy habits… as if they all held doctorates in the medical sciences, hah!

It was certainly amusing, to say the least… and utterly terrifying also. Which was ridiculous.

“Nnngh.” Scout offered, helpfully, as Medic’s dwindling focus snapped back to his patient. He was still clearly in the throes of this unfortunate illness, but since the fever had started to settle earlier that morning, the Bostonian seemed to be mildly better than before. To use a metaphor, the runner was not out of the woods yet… but at least he had clearly rolled up his sleeping bag in preparation to journey home. Or… however that went.

Medic’s hands were shaking he was so tired. He was reminded of his hellacious first year of internship once more, all those hours of attending to emergencies in conjunction with the briefest moments of sleep interspersed throughout never-ending shifts… running on the stale buns the kitchen would throw out each evening, and coffee. Whatever could be eaten or imbibed on the move… you took as sustenance. That was a form of self-care, from Medic’s perspective.

The shadow did not knock, as he assumed; nor did the man it belonged to enter. This was all part of the game, Medic remembered… back when they were teammates, friends, more… Mish-.... Heavy had more patience, could out-wait even the most obstinate refusals to cease experimentation and sleep. The German both hated and loved that about the mountainous man; now, more than ever, he detested the trait, for he knew what was going to happen next.

Of course, when he was Heavy doing such things to other members of the team, he always found it equal parts endearing and amusing. A glare from the Russian could halt drunken shenanigans from Soldier or Demo, could break apart even the most vicious verbal battle between Spy and Sniper; by presence alone the man could get Pyro to stop setting ‘inside things’ on fire, or make Engineer realise it was time to ‘hit the hay’ after losing track of the hours while inventing.

But when it came to both the Medic and Scout, things tended to get more intensive. Heavy knew and understood the complex, stubborn personalities of both the mercenaries; could see why they would remain awake beyond normal limitations, and validate their reasons. However, he could also argue that they needed rest and refuelling more than any arbitrary reason they could provide as to why neither of those tasks had been completed. And, if all else failed… the man was built like a shaved bear… one that brooked no argument from his charges.

As now, he waited. Patient and ready to act when Medic finally opened the door for him to enter… and Medic would, whether it be five minutes from now or in two hours; Heavy would be there.

He was an infuriating man.

Sweat trickled down Medic’s neck as he stared at the door through searing eyes, the shadow so ominous and final that he could not look away. He could feel his willpower draining, dwindling; the confrontation was inevitable, might as well get it over with.

With hesitant steps across the neat red and white room, Medic reached the door. His hand paused over the handle, everything he wanted to say jumbling with splashes of fear and uncertainty inside his head until he couldn’t think straight. He was shaking, his head hurt; everything was too much…

The German physician let out a soft sigh and allowed his head to butt against the door with a quiet thud. He was so tired. But he could not fail his duty, Scout needed him; the team finally needed him once more, and he couldn’t…

...couldn’t...

With a metallic whisper, he felt the doorknob shifting under his hand of its own volition, and the wood suddenly gave way to air… then to something reassuringly, horrifyingly solid. It was not the first time Medic had rested his forehead here, with red filling each and every corner of his vision… but it may very well be the last. He fumbles for some sort of apology or excuse, but nothing comes; words are almost beyond him.

That gentle, rumbling tone is soothing as it says, “Come Doktor, you are very tired and must rest.”

“Nein…” he mumbles petulantly, enjoying the fact that the large hand resting on his shoulder hasn’t been used to fling him across the room just yet. “Patient.”

The laugh can be felt more than heard, as it reverberates through the fleshy mountain. “You are stubborn Doktor, but need to sit, eat sandvich Heavy has brought you, and rest. Leetle Scout vill be safe, I vill vatch over, da?”

He really does want to argue that point, as the hand guides him over to his deskchair, but he can’t think of a good response. A small plate is placed before his blearily focused eyes, and he recognises the sandvich for what it is; a meal miraculously filled with all the power of a medigun’s rays, though none can quite explain how or why.

Medic feels his stomach protest at the hollowness it has been forced to endure, but he says nothing. His mouth is dry, rebelling the very idea of food; no matter how his body is howling for it. Such a strange sensation.

“Come, Doktor… try a leetle bite… or must Heavy feed you like precious birds vith their babies?” Heavy adds in the silence, oddly gentle considering the animosity between them recently. Medic manages a small almost-laugh at the very idea of such a scenario taking place.

Without a word, he manages to convince one of his hands to pick up one of the… oh.

Heavy had cut it into triangles, just like he liked it. For some reason, sandviches in triangles made him think of autopsies, and that was a fun thought!

He nibbles on it for the longest time, before his body finally feels like it can accept the offering of nourishment... and then Medic is wolfing it down like tomorrow there will be a global famine. What even is dignity? Why bother with it? There was food for the eating!

He can only imagine how disgusted Heavy must be to witness such as this, but he just cannot bring himself to stop until the hollow ache was sated. But, as with all good things, the sandvich ended with an empty plate, clean of even the crumbs, and Medic finally feeling more like himself.

“Danke Heavy, zhat vas just vhat I needed to keep going.” he says, turning languidly to look at the other mercenary.

“Indeed. Now Doktor must have shower, change, and rest. Is important. Vill vatch Scout vhile you do so.” Heavy adds, tone helpful but with an undercurrent of command to it.

“I….” Medic began to argue, and halted himself. It would do nothing for either mercenary, should he contest this point. With a sigh, the German relents. “Ja, Mish-... Herr Heavy, as always you are right. I vill shower, zhen, to alleviate your concerns... but I cannot rest no matter how capable you are to caring for zhe hase in my absence.”

Medic was so engrossed in the effort of getting upright, finding new attire, that he did not see the indulgent smile on the Heavy’s face. “Da, Doktor… as you say.”

~)0(~

[lefteyeconic-blog]

FULL OF WHATEVERS

I wrote this blog on my journal a few days ago.But i edited some,i’m actually not in my good mood right now.I edited the anger part and the love part. Last night, I was in the middle of a confrontation between myself and a piece of paper filled with all the bottled up feelings that I’ve kept for so long. I was trying to assess if they were"just feelings" or “feelings that I wanted to feel” and both are just but true. But what I have found out is that there were so many feelings unresolved, so many emotions that should be discarded and so many in betweens that should have been sorted out in the first place. No wonder my heart felt heavy in the last couple of months, because the truth is, I should have not ignored these things, I should have not waited this long when I can make space for new memories, happy thoughts and more reasons to make this life worth living. So here’s what I did, I’ve separated the list into 2 categories, STAY AND LET GO. I could say this is a collab for Marie Kondo x Inside Out. It is said in the book (The life-changing magic of tidying up - Marie Kondo btw this is a good book) and I quote: “The best way to choose what to keep and what to throw away is to take each item in one’s hand and ask: “Does this spark joy?” If it does, keep it. If not, dispose of it. This is not only the simplest but also the most accurate yardstick by which to judge.” Stay List: Dear DREAMS, GOALS, PASSION: Most of the time you all disappoint me. It makes me feel that I can’t have you or that you’re too far away for me to chase. But then again I go back to that young girl version of me writing her favorite words on her notebook. How it made her feel gliding the pen on fresh page and how those words would eventually propel her to wanting to become a writer someday. I still want you, I still believe in you and Im running as fast as I can to get to you. Dear SADNESS: Thank you for reminding me, that I too am just but human. That I am entitled to feel you in order for me to appreciate this world. Because you existing means that you’re teaching me a valuable lesson in life. Thank you for testing me, for bringing out the strength I never knew I had, and for leaving on time when you know I’ve surpassed your phase. Dear HAPPINESS: Everytime it’s always different with you. Either you sneak in by surprise or I pay for a price of choosing you. But one things for sure is that I always had you in me. That even in the hardest and most difficult times, you stay, even if push you away.  You have given me so many great memories, that fill my heart with warmth.  I kept the good ones that you were most present, because those are the things makes me feel thankful for being alive and I know that with or without anyone I can be happy for as long as I’d see you through. Dear LOVE: I was at the point of wanting to discard you because you were always too hard to hold. But do you want to know why I’m keeping you? Because your are the soul of my entire being. I am what you have made me to be. This girl, greatly loved by many and wanting to share love. Thank you for always rooting for me, making me an instrument to share you in the best way I can. To give you when I have so much and to accept you when I least deserve it. You’re not perfect, but I still see you as beautiful and as wondrous like the first time you came into my life. Let me promise you that I will always fight for you to the very end. LET GO list: Dear PAIN, HURT, REGRET: I have to let go of you. Although you taught me the greatest lesson for survival, I can’t cling on to you like this, I can’t be scared of not wanting to trigger you, because that is just inevitable. Trust me when I say, I’ve learned, it was a slow process but I am now ready for new battles. I can’t be moving on with you lying around, you’re far too heavy. So If one day in this journey I get to meet you again, I promise you that I will come out of it alive but this time I’ll leave you where you should be and carry the things you want me to learn.  Dear INSECURITY: the heart wrenching feeling of not being able to feel good enough. Looking at the mirror, nitpicking the tiny details of what is ugly and having that idea that what I don’t have makes me less of a person. I once overcame you, you know that. 50 kgs in weight(too skinny), dark skintone and a couple of zits later I learned to love those imperfections. I changed the things that I didn’t want, took Care of myself and made myself my number one priority. I am not mad at you in fact I’m glad you came because I wouldn’t have persevered to focus on me, to realize on my own that I have always been beautiful. That I don’t need any validation to be accepted, that I just have to love me and be able to radiate that outwards. I might meet you again after the holiday weight gain, but I’m up for the challenge. Dear ANGER: You have always been a foreign feeling, and most of the time I have associated you with sadness because I don’t know what you feel like. You are the product of my disappointments, frustrations, deceit, selfishness that were thrown at me. You clogged my heart. You twisted my beliefs, you were the source of my chaos, but that was my fault for not expressing you, for not letting you out..for stopping you because it felt wrong, and now that i know it’s okay to be angry and that is normal you can now go.  It’s not healthy for me to have you unexpressed but thank you for stopping by.. Doing this, sorting things out, I found a new respect for life and value what matters most. xx, a.l.s.

[cyberdelusionphilosopher-blog]

audi a7 insurance cost

"audi a7 insurance cost

audi a7 insurance cost

BEST ANSWER:  Try this site where you can compare quotes: : http://saleinsurancequotes.xyz/index.html?src=tumblr 

RELATED QUESTIONS: 

Can Geico save you 10% on car insurance?

Bonus question: I have AllState, am I in good hands?""

Can't afford college Health Insurance...?

I need some type of advice regarding my options. I feel like i've hit a dead end. I have a 4.0 and financial aid, however my state requires student have health insurance... and the only insurance my school offers is over $80 a week on top of the $85 a week lab fees, dr visits, and meds because I have a severe blood disorder and need to go get my blood check every week. I also have specialist visits once a month. I have medicaid right now and if I go to school at all I will lose it and I can't afford the student insurance. It would total up to be more than my rent each month not to mention they don't cover pre-existing conditions. I feel totally hopeless. I'm willing to move to another state if necessary where insurance is more affordable. I just really wanted to go to medical school and now I feel like my future is shot all because I'm not healthy.... Also, i can't take out a loan because i don't have credit being so young and although I was born in this country and my parents were from here, they relocated to a foreign country so they can't help me either.""

Teen car insurance cost?

Hi! I was wondering what some of you think a 6-month insurance policy for a newly licensed 16 yo driver would cost. Area- Rural N. CT. Full coverage on 2007 VW Rabbit and 2000 Ranger. Minimum coverage on 1999 Cadillac STS. Good student discount + drivers ed discount. I'm hoping for the $400 range on a 6 month policy, or $800-900 on a 12 month. Thoughts? Rate testimonials?""

I am looking for insurance I am 18 I dont work I live with my god father but he doesn't have insurance either.?

And I was wondering if I could get free insurance in Mo

If i cancel my auto insurance before the 6 months are up will i get money back?

i gave 730 dollars for 6 months of insurance in april and it expires in september...but im selling my car an not driving it and want to take the insurance off....will i get money back after i prepaid for 6 months even tho i didnt use all 6 months?

How can I find affordable health insurance for small business owners?

How can I find affordable health insurance for small business owners?

""Where do i go if I'm pregnant with no insurance in Houston, Tx?""

i am pregnant for the first time, i do not have any insurance and i don't even know where to go get my check up, and what do I need to be checked on so that my pregnancy will be ok.""

How can I take out life insurance on another person?

My father owes me money and I owe alot of money because of him. I'd like to be able to take out life insurance on him incase he dies before he pays me back. How would I go about doing this? I'm trying to figure out how to take the insurance out on him (since he owes me). Not have him get life insurance and then make me the benifactor himself.

How do I find the best car insurance rates?

How do I find the best car insurance rates?

Which are the cheaper car insurance in UK?

Which are the cheaper car insurance in UK?

Citation for no proof of insurance?

I got a ticket for no proof of insurance and passengers not wearing seat belts about a month ago is there a way to fight it. Also the cost for no proof of insurance is like $930 is that right because i'm not really sure if my parents had insurance at that point because they were transitioning from one insurance to another. It was in northern California if that helps.

FIRST CAR INSURANCE in London UK?

I am 18 years old will be 19 this month I want to by a car i have 1500 saved for it and now need to save for insurance road tax etc. my main worry is the insurance ive recieved quotes of 3500 i can not afford this I WOULD ONLY LIKE TO HEAR FROM PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN IN THIS SITUATION CAN YOU PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT QUOTES YOU RECIEVED OR HOW MUCH YOU ARE PAYING

I have a polish worker were can i find cheap car insurance for him?

I have a polish worker were can i find cheap car insurance for him?

""My husband has bad knee pain, but doesn't want to go to the dr. due to having no insurance.?""

my husband dislocated his knee 3 months ago and has been in excruciating pain lately. He can't bend, walk on, put weight on his knee without it giving out and making him fall. He wont go to the dr, since we don't have any insurance (in orange co, calif) and he feels that IF he does go then they will put him in a brace or something that will hinder him from working. And since we are living paycheck to paycheck we can't afford to have him miss a lot of work. Meanwhile, he is in a very, very grumpy mood (which I can understand) and he keeps getting himself drunk so the pain will go away or is more manageable yet we all know that it wont help. Is there any advice as to what to do to make him go to the Dr? or does anyone know of a place that we can go that will actually help him out with the xray/mri/ct that he will most likely need??""

Do insurance companies have a specific category for rock crawlers and how much does it cost to insure one?

I want to buy a rock crawler and the only reason I would probably insure it is just so I could drive it on the street ocassionally not as a daily driver that wouldnt be to smart anyway depends though

Honda s2000 insurance cost ?

im sixteen and i live in florida. My parents are buying me a s2000 and i wanted to know about the insurance cost? Would it be cheaper to be added on my parents plan or have a single plan?

Can you transfer car insurance from one person to annother?

if you have paid upfront for the whole year and then you can no longer drive due to health reasons could you transfer your insurance policy over to someone else?

What is the cheapest way to get car insurance?

i passed my driving test yesterday and am looking at buying my first car but no matter what car i go fo i always get quoted around 3500 but i just cant afford that. does anyone know of any companies that specialise in young or new drivers insurance? and i would prefer less than 2000 lol xx

What's the best individual health insurance?

I am 27 and have no major health problems, but because all the jobs I have been getting lately are temporary gigs, none of my employers offer health insurance.""

Auto insurance rates question?

How is it when you buy a newer car, your rates increase, while there is no decrease as your car ages? Pure greed on the company's part?""

Did you get Affordable Health Care?

My husband & I have insurance & it didn't change but my daughter & family got Affordable HC. Their previous insurance was $1,200 a month. They are now paying $325 so there's was a very positive experience. We're in California. They had a really hard time getting into the wed site but persevered & are happy with the plan. It covers their eldest son who is in college & has Type I diabetes & their youngest son who suffers from asthma. Does anyone else on YA have a positive experience to share? What State are you from.""

How would a Universal health care public option put private health insurance out of business ?

How would a Universal health care public option put private health insurance out of business ?

Health care reform. Does it work?

Our new health care legislation is supposed to provide affordable health care and insurance for everyone. How exactly does that work? For example, I make about $37,000 a year. About $3200 of that goes to pay my insurance premiums. That's not really affordable, but, whatever. My job absolutely sucks. It's the worst one I've ever had. If I went to work at McDonald's or Wal-Mart, where would my affordable health care come from? Who decides how much I can afford to spend? No politician is going to be able to figure out how an ordinary American lives and what they can afford. I know this sounds like angry, bitter ranting, but it's a serious question. How does this work, if it actually does?""

Can you place insurance on a car that is not in your nam?

I drive a car that is in my aunt's name. She told me that I need to get my own insurance on the car, so that she can take it off of her policy. However I am not sure if I can place insurance on a car if my name is not on the title.""

Health insurance for kids 18 and older?

Hello. Im searching for health insurance for my daughter who will be 18 in about a year and half. We are both from California. Does anyone know of any coverage that can help that dont cost an arm and a leg...I dont have much money, and my insurance will only will cover her till shes 18. I just dont want her to be with out medical help when her 18 bday comes. Thanks for your help and please be nice.""

audi a7 insurance cost

audi a7 insurance cost

Oregon car insurance?

Can I give my daughter my car registered in my name and she get car insurance for it?

""Car insurance, help please?""

I'm 18 years old & looking into buying a used 2011 nissan Altima from a dealer soon. My mom will be a cosigner for it & I was wondering if I would be able to insure that car under her name as the primary & me as an additional driver? Insurance rates are just too outrageous & unaffordable for my age & for new cars with full coverage so I'm really hoping that it would be possible for her to insure it since she'll be a cosigner. Thanks for all the help & answers, greatly appreciated!""

What does comprehensive insurance mean?

I am trying to apply for state insurance for my daughter, who is currently on her fathers insurance through his work, and the rates have just gone up considerably. In the FAQ, it says that families who voluntarily drop employer based comprehensive insurance must wait 6 months to apply. Can someone please tell me what this means? Thank you""

Insurance california?

hi I'm an international student who goes to college in Iowa. I have a college insurance and I guess it convers most of meetings with doctors. Now, I'm taking 3 months-summer session at University of California. I think I 've heard some stuff that I need to have Californian insurance to stay here. What is this? Is it wrong? Plus, my wisdom teeth is coming out recently. It starts to hurt. Does insurance in America covers dental work?""

Cant afford health insurance. can new york child support make me get health insurance?

my husband has another child in new york and we recently moved to pa and there trying to get him to get health insurance that he cannot afford. Can they do that or can he call them and tell them he cant afford it. He doesnt even have medical for our children or himself.

Just got in a car accident...I'm 16 we have USAA. How much will my insurance go up?

I was being stupid and driving too fast on a wet day. I spun out and hit a wall (thank god I'm okay) and damaged the back right on my car pretty bad. I know our deductible is either $500 or $1000 but my question is about my much will my insurance go up? I know its not going to be pretty since I've only had my lisense for 10 months...

How can i find good affordable insurance?

How can i find good affordable insurance?

Should I buy a 600cc or a 1000cc super sport motorcycle?

I am a fairly experienced rider, I have been riding dirt bikes since I can remember; I also have had my motorcycle licenses at age 15 and now I am now 17 years old. I have put over 10,000 on my kawasaki ninja 250r so this isn't for my first bike it is a step up because me and my dad both believe it is time. I have been looking at ZX6r's and r6's a lot but my real question is if I buy a 600cc bike will I regret it and wish I would have bought a ZX10r or a r10? Will I eventually feel like the 600 bike it's enough? Oh and I am looking to get a bike and keep it so that it will last me though senior year of high school and all of collage. I have looked at all different types of Motorcycles and the super sports have been my favorite by far. Any other information about the 600cc or 1000cc bikes and y'all's opinions on them and which ones you all personally like will be greatly appreciated! Thank you so much for your time for answering!""

What is insurance expense and preaid insurance ?

A review of the ledger of Khan Company at December 31, 2006, produces the following data pertaining to the preparation of annual adjusting entries. 1. Prepaid Insurance $9,800. The company has separate insurance policies on its buildings and its motor vehicles. Policy B4564 on the building was purchased on July 1, 2005, for $6,000. The policy has a term of 3 years. Policy A2958 on the vehicles was purchased on January 1, 2006, for $4,640. This policy has a term of 2 years.""

Sports car insurance for a 17 year old with a provisional license?

Someone who will not cost the earth, up to group 14, uk.""

How much would US insurance cost?

I am driving across america with a friend in a 1975 Camaro so I need us car insurance. I am 18 (Full UK licence) and have had no claims. However I only need insurance for 3 months.

Which family car has the lowest insurance rates in Toronto and why?

Which family car has the lowest insurance rates in Toronto and why?

Do anyone have an idea about how the insurance of 1992 mistubishi expo cost for 19 years old male?

Do anyone have an idea about how the insurance of 1992 mistubishi expo cost for 19 years old male?

Insurance on a 05 Polo?

I'm 17 and wondering around how much would it cost to get insurance on my mums 2005 volkswagen Polo under her name? Thanks

Health Insurance Advice?

I'm currently laid off and need insurance for myself. I'm not sure what insurance company to go with. Also I'm not familiar with how health ins works. Like deductibles, co-insurance percentages, office visits covered or not covered. I don't go to the dr a lot but recently I've been in a car accident and will be going to the dr more often. I also don't want to pay that much either.""

How old must you be to have classic car insurance?

is their any age you have to be for classic car insurance as i have been looking to buy a ford xr3i and i am 17

Has anyone ever had short term car insurance ?

how much is it ? i work alot in the summer so i only need a car for a month please help am new to this.

Will my insurance increase of I get a body kit.? ?

Im planning on getting a 1.4 pug 106 and I was going to get a DIMMA kit for it and 205 gti alloys. Will my insurance go up..?

What is a good car for a 17 year old. and what is the cheapest insurance?

What is a good car for a 17 year old. and what is the cheapest insurance?

Will one point on my license make my insurance rate increase?

I have been driving for about two years. Being a new driver, my insurance rate is of course considerably high (on a side note, I think auto insurance is legalized theft). Now. Aside from that, I received a speeding ticket. It was 83 mph in a 55 zone. Oops. In court, the judge reduced it from two points to one point on my license, and the record now shows 64 in a 55. Should I expect an increase in my insurance rates? I am insured with Allstate.""

Which insurance company is cheapest for young drivers?

MY MOTHER HAS 4 YEARS NO CLAIM BONUS AND I JUST GOT MY LICIENCE AND LOOKING TO GET INSURED ON A CLIO 1.2 OR CORSA1.2 WHICH INSURANCE COMPANY IS THE CHEAPEST?? THANKYOU!

Is there a place I can get affordable life insurance?

Is there a place I can get affordable life insurance?

Insurance rates increase after claims?

If I was in a car accident and it was my fault. My insurance rate will go up. But now if the person I hit claimed Diminished Value and Pain and Suffering would that raise my insurance rate even more since my insurance company is paying out more. Or how does all that work out? Thanks in advance!

Will going to Driver's Ed make our insurance rates go up?

My mom tells me she doesn't want me to go to Driver's Ed because once insurance sees there's another driver on our plan, they will make the rate go up, or something like that... Is this true? Btw, sorry if I misused the apostrophe s in Drivers""

""I need car insurance quotes from competing companies, how do i get that?

I need to get a list of car insurance quotes from compteing companies. Does anyone know of a good website that allows you to do that?

audi a7 insurance cost

audi a7 insurance cost

High insurance on car?

Ok so I really don't know much about cars or insurance and I really want this (Nissan 350z) but someone told me it has high insurance ..what do they mean by that? If my car gets damaged it will cost more to repair? Idk..someone help though!

Are quad bike insurance cost more than a car?

and my car insurane would be about 8 grand

Insurance Company?

Does anyone know personally about the celtic health insurance. is it a good insurance company? I am needing insurance and I recently found the celtic health insurance company, and Humana. what do yall know about these?""

How much would it cost to insure a large SUV for a 16 year old?

I have always wanted this car: http://pictures.topspeed.com/IMG/crop/200608/2006-toyota-sequoia-1_460x0w.jpg The Toyota Sequoia. I know it gets crappy gas mileage, but ive seen worse. And plus Im not gonna be driving that much either. my school is very close to me, along with all my friends houses. But how much will insurance be at your best guess? Also, if I don't blow off gas, and waster it, how much money do you think I will pay per month in California? Dont try to tell me that I am not old enough to be behind an SUV, because 1) Im going to be learning how to drive from my parents in an suv, so i will have some experience 2) my parents want me to get an SUV 3) Im not a dumb a** whos gonna go 50 mph and try to cut a corner and flip over. Bottom line is, im getting an suv and thats that.""

Insurance resposibility?

I am a policyholder of a vehicle, and if someone borrow my vehicle and cause a accident, who will be responsible for paying the damage, his ins or mine. and what happend if he does not have insurance coverage""

Should medical insurance be only for childrens?

I am doing a paper on medical Insurance for my class project I have 10 question that I need answers too.

Will my insurance cover someone else's car that has no collision insurance?

Will my collision insurance cover someone else's car that has no collision insurance when I get into an accident while driving that car?

How much do you pay for car insurance?

I know that you cant tell me exactly how much car insurance would cost for me so I am asking how much you pay for car insurance? If you are around 18 years old and drive and older car and have good grades how much do you pay per month for car insurance?

Anyone knowing the best/cheapest auto insurance for young drivers?

Hello! I am a young driver (19) who is looking to buy a new 2007 ford mustang (the deep red color). I really want this car but it looks like there is no way that I will be able to afford the auto insurance for this thing. Anyone know the best company for me to speak with? Any advice or tips will help. Thanks!

Insurance for low income disabled person?

I only make $7.14/hr at my job, got cut from my old insurance due to no longer being able to afford it, I have a learning disabilty and have no medical insurance to go to the doctors. What are some good affordable/free insurance for low income families?""

Health insurance for college students?

I'm going to be a sophomore in college and I don't think my college offers health insurance. I'm looking for cheap health insurance that'll cover me for check ups with my pediatrician, visits to the dermatologist, and prescription drugs. Suggestions?""

Looking for health insurance. I am on SS but not yet eligible for medicare. Only get $300 on SS?

I took early retirement at 62. I am now 63. I only get around $300/mo Social security. I do not qualify for Medicare until age 65. I cannot find affordable catastrophic health ...show more

Do you need your own insurance to share your parents car?

How much would it be to share my mums ford focus, I'm turning 17 soon (posted a Q earlier and realized I don't have nearly enough money.. What else would I have to pay for if I shared with her? I have no idea about cars. THanks""

Im 19yrs old and i wanna know how much will my car insurance will be..???

Im 19yrs old and i wanna know how much will my car insurance will be..???

If someone kicked car and left a lage dent will my insurance company pay for the repair?

some jackass kicked my car so now i have a huge dent just wanna know if insurance will cover the cost of fixing the dent and if my insurance will go up? thanks for your time.

How long does a stolen car have to be gone for the insurance to pay for you for it?

My neighbor told me the other day that their car was stolen on New Years. It was found yesterday at an apartment complex down the street. It left me wondering how long your car has to be gone before the insurance will pay you the value of the car? I assume they will pay for a rental car but you can't assume that your car will be found right away and if it is gone for a long time (3 weeks or more) will they pay for a rental that long?

Free Insurance Quotes Online?

Hi, I just bought a car and I need to get insurance asap so I can drive. A friend told me you can get free insurance quotes from websites online. Is it true?""

What is a good insurance company for health insurance?

in a month i will need health insurance for my wife where can i go to get good honest help do you know of any insurance companies to stat away from or recommendations

Cheap Insurance For Teens.?

I am 17, and I live in KY. Know a cheap company?""

Least Expensive Car Insurance in AZ?

I need to switch car insurance companies this month...I am currently with Geico...but its in ALabama...and if I stay with them and switch to AZ, my policy doubles!! I have two accidents and a ticket on there...So i realize I can't get it super low. But does anyone know of a really inexpensive company in AZ? Thanks!""

How much does auto insurance cost for a teenager?

How much does auto insurance cost for a teenager?

Lowered my car insurance deductible yesterday and today hit a tree:)?

i lowered my car insurance deductible yesterday and today my car slipped and hit a tree due to severe snow here. should i file my claim right away or wait few days?? my insurance company is kemper direct the agent changed my premium to 500 from 1000 deductible...

Can i get car insurance.?

my boyfriend and i broke up,and we bought a car together, hes the one with the name on the title,but i pay for the car payments as the co signer,his credit was better htan mine,the car was for me.though.he no longer will help pay for it,the insurance is for the both of us,am i able to get the car insurance under just for me if he doesnt drive it at all.""

Can I ask someone else to buy the insurance for my car?

I only have a temporary driver lisence, and if I buy a car, how can I buy the insurance for my car? The temporary lisence cannot buy the insurance. Can I ask someone else to buy it? I am in CA. Thank you!""

Question about college health insurance?

If my current health insurance is expiring this end of December, am I able to opt-out of the university health insurance for this fall and reapply for the university health insurance for the spring term--just to save money?""

audi a7 insurance cost

audi a7 insurance cost

Is a 1978 lincoln mark v cheap to insure?

i am looking at a very cheap car to insure. i was looking into one of these classic cars. i currently drive a 1995 ford explorer V6 and its RWD that costs $140 a month on insurance and it gets worse gas mileage than a 1969 lincoln mark iii. as far as i know, this is a 34 year old car and registration is probably gonna cost 50 bucks or less and i live in NH. im 19 and have no tickets or accidents, will the lincoln mark v be cheaper than my explorer. i only have liability""

I have a question about a my car insurance PLEASE HELP ME?

Okay I was in a car accident on May 7th. I was going north towards main street. there was a vehicle in front of me. The vehicle in front of me merge to left as if he was waiting for someone to come outside. He didn't have no signal light or hazards lights on. So I merge to the right pass him so the guy must didn't see me so he hit my right front end bumper, headlight, and door. So I didn't have my insurance in the car so I got a ticket and the other guy had a ticket because he didn't have insurance. On the police report it said he had a left sgnal light to turn in is driveway. Just to remind you that the vehicle doesn't belong to the driver and he had a NY license. My insurance liability told that he couldn't contact the other guy to see if he had insurance and send him letters. So he told he's going to put it's not at fault but I have to pay for a $500 deductible. But WHY?????? if he didn't look at the cars but he's going to basis on paper work. Is that wrong? or should I look into some more??????? HELP ME""

Car insurance after accident?

I am 18 and have been driving for 1 year, I used to drive as an additional driver on my Dads Renault Megane, I crashed it from spinning off and hitting a wall, luckily no one was hurt, I just had a few cuts from shattered glass. The police have arranged for me to have an interview next week to discuss the consequences, at the moment I have no convictions or anything on my licence, my Dad just bought me my own car and has said he'll pay for the insurance in full, it's quoted at 880 for a year if he pays in full, he was planning on paying in full in 2 days, I'm not trying to cheat the system, but if my dad pays in full and then I get a conviction after the transaction has been made, can the insurance company up my insurance considering I had no convictions at the time? I'm not trying to beat the system and cheat my way, I'm just curious as to what will happen. Thanks for taking the time to read!""

How can i find out if someone has insurance on me?

life insurance police

I need my car on the road to get me to work but the insurance is way to high?

Im 18 year old and need my car on the road to get myself to work but the insurance is about 2500 or higher. Does anyone know a company that deals with young drivers or knows a way around it to make it cheaper.

Medicare or other affordable health insurance?

I live in NYC, just moved here and need to find relatively affordable health insurance. Up till now was covered by plans through employers. Is Medicare decent coverage? Is it very different from others?""

What's the best place to get cheap insurance on an imported Mitsubishi L300 Campervan?

What's the best place to get cheap insurance on an imported Mitsubishi L300 Campervan?

Will I be dropped by my insurance due to suspension of license?

I recently had my California license suspended due to a failure to appear in court (yes I'm an idiot). Will my insurance drop me because of this? I am still paying my car off as well. If my insurance drops me, will that affect my car loan? Any help at all is greatly appreciated.""

Moped/car insurance question!?

hey i have just turned 16 and im thinking of getting a moped but what i want to know is if i had been riding a moped for a year, would i then have cheaper insurance when it came to insurning a car when im 17, seeing as i would of already experianced the road etc or would it make no difference? thanks""

Low Insurance Car For Teen Boy?

I am turning 16 in a couple of months and I need to know what USED vehicles would be best for low insurance. Nothing lower than 1998 and nothing higher than 2007. Please give me some suggestions. NO ugly cars either...

Are classic cars cheap to insure?

for example all cars older then 1990: trans am and camaro's older then cadillac eldorado's older then rolls royce silver shadow chevy belair dodge charger chevrolet suburban mercedes 500sel mercedes 500sl and other american and classic european cars

Quote for Car Insurance!?

Hello, I need some help in with Car Insurance...............So, I want to purchase a Honda Accord coupe iES 1997-1999, I went on those car insurance compare sites and was quoted over 4000pounds!!! Here is the information I gave there, i was born in 1990, have license for 5 years, I have an international drivers license, I started living in the UK in April 2013, unemployed......Can someone please tell me why i was quoted so much money!! I even tried putting my partner who has been driving for 14 years and no luck! Is there any way for me to get cheaper car insurance? And is comprehensive or third party cheaper for me? Thankxx""

How much will insurance go up?

I'm 20 living in NJ. Been driving for about 2 years and under my parents insurance policy. I have no points on my license other than the ones that you start out with.I've gotten 2 tickets before but neither of them were point tickets and neither of them went to insurance. This ticket I just received was for speeding (over by 9 MPH). About how much will my monthly insurance rate increase by?

Cobra or individual health insurance?

If I loss of group health insurance due to end of employment, but the company offers Cobra plan which is too expensive for me, can I get the individual health insurance or I have to stick with the Cobra plan? I live in NJ.""

""Under 1000 car, low insurance group, fuel effieient, help?

I'm looking to get myself a car for one year as soon as i pass my test so i can get a no claims bonus. what car would be best to buy (used) what year (reliable or not too difficult to keep maintained by me alone.) It needs to have a low monthly running cost and be almost guaranteed to survive without major (>150) parts replacement over the year. and it needs to be in a low insurance group.

Whats a cheap affordable classic for a young man?

im 20 had my lisence for over two years but i can never afford insurance! i dont live with my mummy and daddy so i cant blag there insurance, and i also cant borrow money from them! so if you have ideaas for me i would prefer a TAX exempt classic? any ideas? thanks""

Health insurance. Self employed.?

Hello. I am 24 and self employed as a driver. Live in Minnesota. Made little to no money last year after all expenses. Broke even. Have no insurance. Health insurance I mean. I have looked and everyone has plans you can buy from 68$/mo with 10k deductible and so on. All are pretty much the same for my age. Being self employed. Struggling to make money. Doesn't the state have their own low cost insurance I can apply for. Anything besides the Buy your insurance Today type deal. Thank you in advance !!!!!!

Need help with insurance quotes?

Can anyone give me an estimate on insurance for these particular cars. I work during the day so its a little difficult to call around to insurance companies for quotes. I am over 25, clean driving record, will be buying one these cars with cash, lives in florida. Thanks""

I can't help wondering who is going to pay the Doctors when everyone is paying for affordable insurance ?

And there are safety nets for drugs costing 100s of dollars and hospitals that cost billions of dollars to run. Who is going to pay for it? Seriously. The ACA? The small amount of money the Insurance companies collect because I assure you it's much less than the Cadillac Plans of yesteryear

How much is car insurance cost likely to go down between age of 17 and 23?

I have not passed my theory or practical test yet and had a few years break from driving but aim to complete it and pass this year. How likely is it that cost will decrease due to age? Also I aim to take the pass plus test as well I live in the UK if that helps thanks

Insurance and baby drama?

My boyfriend has another daughter that is placed on his insurance as is our daughter. Will this other kid effect my daughters benefits for being on his insurance along with the other kid?

Is it absolutely necessary to buy insurance when renting a car?

I am renting a car for 5 days. I'm not sure if my own personal car insurance covers for a rental, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't. Its almost $100 for the insurance that they offer! Seems like a trap. Is it absolutely necessary to purchase it? Thanks""

Car insurance coverage question...?????

I have state farm. there's an expectation of a severe storm with softball size hail heading our metroplex. I'm in the middle of switching car insurance. The coverage will expire april 10, 2008. Will state farm covers me if I have hail damage on the same day it's expired?""

How much would insurance cost for a 2011 mustang v6?

I am 18 years old, I currently have an 03 Tacoma 4 door Prerunner and my current insurance rate is around $210 a month. I live in Louisiana, I average around a 3.0 GPA and I have saved up and I am really close to owning a 2011 mustang and I was curious if someone could give me an estimate on around how much the insurance might cost. Thanks""

How much will an average full coverage insurance for a BMW motorcycle cost. Type k1200r.?

I have no traffic violation and perfect credit record. I am 56 years old.

audi a7 insurance cost

audi a7 insurance cost

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/famous-quotes-health-insurance-jason-wilkinson/"

[viralhottopics]

‘The Walking Dead’ Season 8 will be ‘epic’ and ‘gigantic,’ but will it involve Negan?

They clean up pretty nice.

Image: Michael Bulbenko for the Paley Center

The Walking Dead is rapidly approaching 100 episodes (time flies when you’re crushing zombie skulls like watermelons), but according to its showrunner Scott Gimple, they’re not planning on cancelling the apocalypse any time soon.

The series has already been renewed for Season 8, but Gimple apparently has his sights set on a much loftier goal.

“Episode 801, the first episode of Season 8, is gonna be the 100th episode. The first episode is less about that we reached 100 episodes, its more about setting up the next 100 episodes,” he revealed during a panel at Los Angeles’ annual PaleyFest television festival on Friday night. “The end of this season is very much the end of a chapter; it’s a conclusion that promises this epic story ahead. Its about setting up this gigantic, epic tale to come, not only in Season 8, but beyond.”

SEE ALSO: Live interview with ‘Walking Dead’ star has hilariously unorthodox ending

Rick (Andrew Lincoln) and his allies are currently trying to rally the neighboring communities of The Kingdom, Hilltop and the Scavengers against Negan (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) and his oppressive Saviors, so it’s entirely possible the Season 7 finale will show us an all-out war between the factions.

Then again, Jeffrey Dean Morgan has also confirmed that he’ll “be around for Season 8,” so that confrontation might not be as satisfying as we’d hoped…

And if you’re still scarred from the devastating Season 7 premiere, which saw Negan kill both Glenn (Steven Yeun) and Abraham (Michael Cudlitz), Gimple admitted that the cast and crew felt your pain.

“The first episode was a trifle traumatic, for you guys and for everybody here,” he noted, explaining that the point of the angsty first half of the season was “to get from that point to a point where these characters can smile again.”

Remember what joy looks like?

Image: Gene Page/AMC

The second half of Season 7, on the other hand, is more about “seeing these people come alive again and earning the place where they are now,” he said. (It would be nice if we could also keep them alive, but that might be a little too optimistic.)

Here’s what else we learned from the cast and producers at PaleyFest:

Eugene (or should we say “Negan”) is just trying to survive, according to actor Josh McDermitt. The cowardly engineer seems a little too comfortable bossing people around at the Saviors’ HQ, but McDermitt doesn’t think he’s actively trying to betray his friendsor to help them, for that matter.

“I dont really feel like hes playing a game; hes out for himself, hes trying to protect himself,” he explained. “Eugene is scared, and a lot of that fear is coming from Negan… why not align yourself with the man whos causing the most fear in your life? Weve seen him adapt and change. We may see him change and adapt again if he continues to live on in the series. Thats how he survives; he lies, he manipulateshes like a cockroach, man.”

There could be hope for Dwight. While Eugene’s busy playing dress-up at the Sanctuary, Dwight seems to be having second thoughts about living under Negan’s oppressive rule, and actor Austin Amelio admitted that he relished the opportunity to show a more vulnerable side of his troubled character in episode 711. “When I first got that script I felt a reprieve, because most of the time Im popping out from behind trees… or shooting your favorite character,” Amelio joked, pointing out that the episode gave viewers some insight into “what he truly cares about and what hes fighting for.” Is redemption possible for Negan’s right-hand man? “I hope so,” Amelio said.

What doesn’t kill you makes you strongerespecially when you’re Maggie. Lauren Cohan admitted that the only way her character can deal with the loss of her husband and the rest of her family is because “shes come to understand its not about her, its not about any of us as individuals; its about them as a whole, them as a greater good, them persevering because theyre still standing.”

While it would be easy for someone in Maggie’s circumstances to give up, Cohan said, “What other reason would there be to experience such loss than to have life inside of you and to know that you still have to live for that?” She added, “The more people she loses, the stronger the fire burns in her to share and to spread and to strengthen everyone else she’s with.”

Don’t mess with Maggie.

Image: Gene Page/AMC

Sasha is pretty tough too. Sonequa Martin-Green expressed a similar sentiment to Cohan, especially since Sasha and Rosita (Christian Serratos) are now planning to join forces to take down Negan in a mission that neither of them are planning to return from. “It is not about me anymore, its not about me pursuing my own survival or my own safety, its about solidifying the future that we can create,” she said of Sasha’s motivations after Abraham’s death.

Melissa McBride doesn’t see Carol as a badass (and that makes her even more badass). “Badass is really hard for me to wrap my head around because I dont feel like I play her as a badass, she just does badass-y things,” she admitted. “Im so proud of Carol. [What she’s going through is] nothing compared to what she came from. If she could withstand that… and still shes learning from where she was. Any bad thing that happens that you cant learn from it is a missed opportunity. Its okay to be in a mess when your mind is in a mess. Im proud of her for that and I do admire that in her for being honest with herself and not just being a people-pleaser.”

Andrew Lincoln thinks Michonne is the key to Rick’s new sense of purpose. “The thing I love about playing this guy is, hes been beaten down onto the canvas so many times and he keeps pulling himself back up, generally for other people. This is the first time he hasnt done that, hes needed a helping hand up, and shes absolutely key in his return,” he said. Oh, and he’s also okay with the idea of Rick and Michonne having a kid of their own someday: “We’ve got to repopulate the world,” he shrugged.

The Walking Dead airs Sundays at 9 p.m. on AMC.

WATCH: Rare Walking Dead facts about zombie food and SWAT teams on set

Read more: http://ift.tt/2nkQzz4

from ‘The Walking Dead’ Season 8 will be ‘epic’ and ‘gigantic,’ but will it involve Negan?

[beautifuldykes]

An open letter to my past self

Dear Giovanna, I’m writing this letter to you at 2:00 A.M. Now I’m 20 years old and let me tell you, I’m so proud of you. Look at you! You’ve made it through hell and back. You should be so proud of yourself. I cannot express that enough. You’ve had to fight so hard just to survive. I remember those nights when you thought you wouldn't be able to make it. Those nights where all you wanted to do was give up and let go. But you didn’t…you persevered through all of it. You’ve been putting yourself down for years. Telling yourself that you aren't worthy, not good enough, that you're a failure. Let me tell you that all of those things couldn't be less true. You have such a pure heart that is full of so much love. You see the beauty in everything and everyone. All you want to do is touch the world around you and make it a better place. Im sorry that you haven’t seen it sooner. Life has been dark and full of traumas, abuse, and neglect. Miraculously you pulled through and have grown so much. If I could go back and tell you one thing, it would be that you are solid gold baby, solid gold. You are so deserving of love, compassion and kindness. I know you haven’t received these things especially from the people that you wanted it most from. But oh my god let me tell you about all the amazing people that you’ve met through the pain. These people have become your family and have proven time and time again that they love you. They've been there for you through thick and thin and proven time and time again that they won’t abandon you. You’ve touched the world around in such a positive way and you try to bring love and positivity every where you go. Now you don’t go by Giovanna anymore but by Jo. You're slowly discovering who you are and your purpose for this life. You are so humble and not easily swayed by material things or money. The person you are today believes that the most important thing in life is to be happy and that happiness cannot be defined. If you're happy being a sandwich maker, grocery bagger, university student, etc..It doesn't matter. What you’re doing in life doesn't matter. What matters is the quality of your life and happiness. Happiness isn’t defined by success or money. It is defined purely by finding your purpose. You have found light in the darkest of places and have seen the goodness in every person you meet. Ive never met a more pure soul and to this day I’m in awe of you. You are beautiful in every way. Please, please….never forget that. Im so tired of watching you suffer. You don’t deserve it…you never deserved it. Please take all of your life experiences in stride. I’m not saying to completely disregard them because inherently, those experiences will be with you forever. But they don’t have to define you anymore. You don’t have to be afraid anymore. Let me tell it’s okay for you to let go of all of those painful feelings, all of those grudges, all of that lost time because the person you are and have become is so amazing. Giovanna you are my favorite person. I’ve never met someone like you. I know people haven’t seen the good in you and instead have made you feel inferior. I’ve watched your family make you feel so small and insignificant not only with their words but with also their fists. Im sorry for all of the pain you’ve endured. I know i’ve mentioned this earlier but you never deserved any of it. None of it was your fault. Sometimes life just deals out the shittiest cards to the best people because, the universe knows their heart is big enough to continue to see the beauty in the world around them.  Fuck I’m so fucking proud. I’m so fucking proud of you. Never let anyone from this point on in life tell you that aren’t worth the world because baby you are worth it. Just wow….I wish you could see you yourself now. I think you would be proud. You're happier now even when life tries to set you back. You no longer want to die but instead all you want to do live and grow. You’ve touched my heart in the most profound way. Giovanna, Im proud of you and I love you. Just remember, that when you feel like that there is no way out I promise you there is. You’ve always find a way to make it and I promise you can do it again.

With all my Love, Jo Gambacorta

P.S. You're going to find closure but not in the way that you would expect. It'll be unexpected but I promise you it happens and it’s so healing. Never give up hope champ. Im still here rooting for ya.