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posts and things re: fatphobia and diet culture, curated by Stevie ( @girlhunk ), who is staying fat in eating disorder recovery. header image by Deborah Trusson.
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Awful Characters Round 4 (2/4)
Propaganda under the cut!
BENNY
The first thing that happens in new vegas is that benny fucking shoots your character in the face, steals your shit and leaves you in an open grave. Benny is by all accounts a bastard. He kills you, steals from you, he killed his last boss, he is the single most duplicitous man around. His gang are all about honesty- except him. He's a lying, cheating bastard. The guys who helped him catch you? He skipped on paying them and left them to get shot to death. His new boss, mr.house? He stole his robot, broke it open, got someone to reprogram it and decided to use it to TAKE OVER THE WHOLE OF VEGAS. Benny literally kills people, lies to people, steals their shit and takes charge. That's all benny does. He gets fucking CRUCIFIED if you don't help him out just because so many people fucking hate him. And yet. And yet. Benny is the single most compelling character in the whole game to me. He's just a little guy! He's just there! You can get shot in the head and come back and he goes "what in the goddamn" and then if you try and flirt with him he's like "uhhh sure? Okay?" And leaves you a polite note in the morning. He's fancy. He wears a stupid suit. He has a tiny gun with shitty bullets. He's catholic. He talks like an old timey news presenter. Literally nobody else in the entire game does that. He's got an intelligence of 3. He's my funtime boy. My silly little man. He's so funny. The antagonist in this game is a guy dressed like a tablecloth who looks at all times like a confused dog who doesn't understand what a tv is. And like. He's compelling. He robs from you, shoots you, butā¦. he never seems to actually wish you harm. He kills and robs and lies but like. He apologises for doing it to you. When he sees you again he doesn't attack you, he's justā¦ confused. He tries to defuse the situation. You can convince him to talk to you, alone, with no guards and it's not that hard. If you spare his life, he doesn't go after you, like. Even if you sleep with him he doesn't take advantage of that and kill you, even if you try to. Heā¦ he just leaves. He gives you an apology. If he gets kidnapped by Caesar He justā¦ apologizes again. He tells you his whole plan to take over the city, too. He thinks he'll die, and he wants something of him to survive. He's happy that you made it. And if you let him free, he justā¦ leaves. He knows he's beat, he doesn't want to cause any more trouble. He walks out and leaves. The NCR will kill you if you cross them. The legion will crucify you. House? He'll blow you the fuck up. But benny, the guy who lies and cheats and schemes, he's honest. He's polite. He'sā¦ harmless. You can kill him with a single shot if you want. And he can't kill you. He doesn't kill you the first time, and he'll never really hurt you again. Benny just wanted to win. When he knows he's beat he just leaves. No lingering, no harm, he's off, off into the desert heat, and never seen again. Isn't that just insane? like have you ever known an antagonist so polite? He just leaves!! He offers you a drink!! His plan is genuinely probably the best one for the people of new vegas!!! He's. Benny is Benny. Anyway if you want to see some REAL propaganda go to the blog letmebegaytodd and look in the #benny tag. You'll Understand < https://www.tumblr.com/letmebegaytodd/717051175751614464/in-another-life-i-wouldve-really-liked-just> <- look at this shit man
AZULA
Azula explicitly considers herself a monster. She says needlessly cruel things to her brother and friends. She kills the show's twelve-year-old protagonist and masterminds the idea of burning down the entire Earth Kingdom to force them to submit to Fire Nation rule. I have absolutely seen people get called abuse apologists for thinking she's a cool character. But she's also a (canonically) mentally ill fourteen-year-old who was raised by her father to see her ability to be weaponized as her only value. Her mother, arguably the only adult in her life who could have had a positive impact, had a strained relationship with her because she was more difficult than her brother, and then disappeared when she was nine. Her uncle, who was her brother's main healthy role model, took absolutely no interest in her. She watched her father belittle her brother for years and eventually throw him away when he failed to meet his expectations, so that was a threat she was always facing. She really had no chance. And she also has moments that suggest she wants some sort of meaningful connection with another person. She lets her brother take credit for killing the Avatar so he can come back from exile, even though it means she'll be bumped back in the order of succession and offers him advice that seems genuine. Her spiral into a mental breakdown starts when her friends betray her. She's just a much more interesting and multifaceted than a lot of the fandom gives her credit for.
#awful characters tournament#tournament poll#awful characters round 4#fallout new vegas#benny gecko#benny fnv#avatar the last airbender#atla#azula
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So, Persona 5 Royal, huh?
Full disclosure: I had gotten about halfway through November on Wednesday and finished it out Saturday night, which took uhhh about 65-70 hours? Some of that was sitting there waiting for the PS4 controller to recharge or listening to music in the Thieves Den while eating, but I still feel like I need to own up to how extremely bad I am at making good decisions with my life XD
MOVING ON, THOUGH, HOLY SHIT. P5 was a very good game, but Royalās additions & changes made it incredible. I like the ending way more; I think itās more emotionally fulfilling and meaningful, especially with everyoneās more defined future plans. Definitely felt like everyone had more growth in the end!! Which is something Iād always thought P5 was lacking.
Snip snip for spoilers and the fact that this post ended up being too damn long, oops! the last third is basically Akechi feels and analyzing his ending, so......yeah XD
Part of why I plowed through SO much of Royal in so little time is....Akechi XD Like okay, this is my stupid fandom blog, I can be excited about him all I want!!! I got to Saeās Palace and just....I couldnāt put it down. @dragonofeternalā and I ordered an embarrassing amount of takeout instead of cooking because we just had to see how everything with Maruki and the third semester was gonna go down. Iād already been dying along the way because Akechiās confidant dates are so good, I just. Fuck!!!
Also, look, for the entirity of Shidoās boss fight and the depths of Mementos/Yaldabaoth/etc, weād look at each other every few minutes and just be like AKECHI SHOULD BE HERE WITH US, HE DESERVES TO GET HIS VENGEANCE ON HIS SHITTY DAD AND FORCED DESTINY!!!!!
December 24th had to be the longest god damn day in Akiraās life because like. Final exam grades are posted in the morning! He goes to school and then dives into hell, crawls his way back out, briefly dies by fading from human cognition, fights an actual fucking god, and then....ends up dissociating in Shibuya until Sae shows up and is like āoh hey thanks for everything you did, please sign up for being arrested now.ā And while heās still reeling from that, Akechi walks up to take his place, like some kind of bullshit knight in shining armor schtick, and leaves no room for conversation.
AND THEN WE HAVE TO GO ON A DATE
I romanced Hifumi this time around, because I wanted Akria to bang a girl who is just so incredibly out of his league, but....itās not necessarily that I forgot I was dating someone, more that it had been *so many hours of plot* that I was emotionally exhausted. Like, Hifumi texted me and I was just like. Right. RIGHT. Itās still Christmas Eve, somehow. I was at *school* this morning. The whole world merged with Mementos briefly in the middle of this, Akechi is somehow alive, and I guess Iām going on a date now????
I do appreciate how many āgod Iām just dissociating my way through thisā conversation options there were for the date, tbh. I feel bad though, I really like Hifumi, but I feel like Akira is not giving a date his full emotional attention at that specific time. It feels a bit like emotional whiplash, more so than I remember it being in P5? Maybe itās because I played it 4 years ago and there wasnāt the added emotional weight of Akechiās reappearance, but it was just like....a lot, in Royal.
AND THEN THE NEW YEAR HAPPENED. Iād been spoiled on large parts of the third semester, mostly because Royalās been out for a year already and Iām too curious for my own good. Iād also somehow lied to myself, saying I didnāt have time to play another Persona game right now, and yet here I am, 171 hours of game play within exactly a month, kicking myself for not knowing how deep in Persona hell I would get XD
Which is to say, as soon as the new year started, it felt I was drowning in anxiety. I knew something was wrong, I knew they were in a false reality, but knowing that sure as fuck didnāt make it easier to go through. If anything, it was somehow worse, knowing that it was all gonna come crumbling down, but I didnāt yet know the exact details, only the broad strokes of it. Just. Every time someone talked about something that was wrong, my heart would clench.
God, Iām so fucking tired, I pulled an all-nighter on Friday so I could get through Royal before having to work on Sunday, and I am feeling it right now. Life tips: donāt do what I do XD
Every moment with Akechi felt like borrowed time, at least for me, because I knew what was coming. I spent so much time in Mementos with him; I ended up putting just him and Akira in my party and plowing through everything, including trouncing the Reaper over and over just for the hell of it. I got his ultimate weapons, I spent so many nights in the jazz club with him that he ran out of dialogue options, and I still took him back for more. I accidentally failed to EVER trigger Sumireās Showtime because every fight was just Akira and Akechi against the world, because fuck it, Iām playing this for fun!! If I want to play with them in stupid costumes and no one else in the party, Iām gonna. Royal did such an incredible job giving Akechi more depth and development: it was all I could hope for, and it made it that much fucking worse to know what was in store for him.
Somehow, I thought it would be harder for me to make the decision to refuse Marukiās deal, since fuck, fuck what I wouldnāt give for Akechi to be alive???? But I barely hesitated, only really stopping because I had to emotionally brace myself for it, because a reality where he canāt carve out his own fate would be a disrespect to everything their relationship is built on.
I have a whole shit ton of feelings about post-beating Maruki but theyāre basically all Akechi related meta so somehow they ended up at the end of this post, Iām sorry XD
I understand that they had to keep the going to jail bit because 1) Akechi didnāt turn himself in, Akira did and 2) it leads to the final events of the game, but let me just say....the emotional roller coaster of fighting Maruki, almost failing multiple times, waking up in jail, the Phantom Thieves & friends getting Akira out of jail, celebrating that, and then getting thrown into Valentines Day was a LOT for my heart to take. Once again, didnāt forget I had a girlfriend, just got too invested in the plot to really be thinking about her. Itās less than two weeks after the fight with Maruki and somehow, everything is supposed to be okay????
The scene with everyone talking about their future plans is such good character growth, though. Everyone feels like theyāve truly grown and are making decisions that, even though they might be painful or hard at times, are ultimately very important to them. Itās a really good contrast to the āalmost everyone goes to Shujin and they all stay in Tokyo forever without doing anything for themselvesā Marukiās perfect reality bad end.
Standing in the Underground Mall on White Day, being told I had to get flowers but finally being able to have control of Akira again was....so bittersweet. The fact that the location of the date is the aquarium is a low fucking blow, and I almost threw the controller across the room I was so upset. Like. THE AQUARIUM IS UNLOCKED BECAUSE AKECHI HAS TICKETS HOW FUCKING DARE SOJIRO SUGGEST IT LIKE MY HEART ISNāT STILL ACHING????? God, speaking of that: The fucking god damn Featherman video game tore my heart out because I ended up playing it WHILE WORKING ON SHIDOāS PALACE and I cried a ton about Gray Pigeon because of course they had to dig the emotional knife in even deeper!! Just fuck me up, itās fine, Iām just dying!!!!!!!!!!!!
I ended up scrolling through his texts to find the group chats that still had Akechi in them, and fuck, it was a LOT. Like. Maybe itās because Iām too invested in the two of them, but it was probably the worst emotional whiplash of the whole game. Like, how am I supposed to go play happy with anyone while staring at texts from a reality built of lies? It wasnāt real but the proof lives on in his phone and his heart, and Iām still fucked up over it.
HOWEVER. FUCKING. I SPENT LIKE HALF AN HOUR BEING EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED ABOUT ALL THIS AND THEN DISCOVERED THE BASTARD STILL HAD ALL HIS EQUIPMENT, INCLUDING THE ULTIMATE MALE ARMOR!!! He returned his shit after Saeās Palace even though he thought Akira was dead, but this time it didnāt get fucking returned to my inventory, so he must have fucking run off with all his shit!!!!!!! Why the hell did none of it get returned if he was never alive in the true reality? Like I know it'll be returned for a new game+ but I like to nitpick game mechanics for story reasons, because one of the things I love most about video games is the experience of them as another layer to the story. The texts from the third semester shouldnāt exist anymore, since they never really existed, but there they are. Akechi insisted that he has a gap in his memory after Shidoās Palace up until seeing Akira on Christmas Eve, but who can say that wasnāt related to Maruki tampering with reality or some other Persona-related reason?
I mean. I got the full and complete True Ending; I saw him in the train station. If thatās not Akechi, then who the fuck is it? Atlus made sure to put the work in to make him a part of not just the main story but also, especially, the third semester, and for what....to have his final time on screen be as the butt of the joke, squished underneath everyone in the Mona-copter? As much as it hurts, his end in Shidoās Palace matters; it fits his character and he gets to go out fighting- carving his own path, really. In Royal, barring the tiny glimpse of someone whoās probably him in the train station, the last we see of him is when he watches Joker let go of the rope to finish off Maruki. I know we got the heart to heart where Akira agrees to reject Marukiās deal and Akechi insists that heād rather be dead than live in a false reality, but.....no one even says goodbye to him. Itās tragic, itās painfully lonely, but it doesnāt feel right for such a major character.
Also, as undignified as it is, for the first time ever, Akechi looks like he actually belongs in the Phantom Thieves in that final moment. Heās never been the butt of their jokes before; they always kept him at armsā reach and he took himself too seriously to be included, but for that brief moment, it really felt like he was part of their group. He stopped lying about himself for their last month together, and so even if they donāt all like him, they can make that decision based on the truth, instead of layers of lies. His death is all the more tragic for this; a life cut short just when heās finally finding a place he belongs. But his death was already painful; why make it so, so much worse?
Final thing: Iām gonna be spending a ton of time in the Thieves Den trying to find Akechiās opinions on everything, but also....hey. HEY. What do those six stars that Jose (probably?) painted on the wall mean? Is it just a reference to Persona 6???? LIKE????? I HAVE QUESTIONS. SO, SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!!
Anyway, Iāve gotta go cry into my Starbucks and desperately try to focus on actually doing my job at work, but I loved Royal deeply and cannot wait to drown in it ;w;
#persona 5 royal#p5r#persona 5 royal spoilers#goro akechi#akeshu#I have just so many Akechi feels I'm sorry#long post#persona 5 royal meta
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Content Tag Game
Tagged by EXO sister-wife Kat @yeoldontknowā <3 1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?
2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?
3. how long have you been writing? on this blog?
uhhh I definitely wrote half of several harry potter and lotr fanfics in HS but that wasĀ āthe dark timesā many moons ago. so as an adult this is my only fandom! just stumbled into kpop and stumbled onto fanfics in the most backwards way possible (was sent a meme of a 1DĀ āimagineā and was like hey I wonder if they have these for kpop and then I found them and they were not a meme, but were fucking incredible AND NOW 4 YEARS LATER (started August-ish 2017???) here we are hahaha)
4. on which platforms do you post your stories?
oh dear god i just remembered I have an AO3 account..... WHOOPS, shit š
might need to, yāknow, update that at some point. jfc adhd object permanence is something else.
5. what is your favorite genre to write?
Personally itās sci fi/fantasy, but here in the fanfic space Iād say..... uhh slice of life, romance, angst but make it a happy ending?? fanfic is a way for me to share all the sort romantic hopeful feelings I have about love and life and friendship and purpose š
6. are you a pantser or a planner?
Used to be a pantser when I started this (and when fics used to be like ?? 3k-5k) now that fics in general are longer for one-shots and series my good lord I need an outline. Especially for exo mall which is *insert meme of crazy guy with the bulletin board* a lot for my brain haha
7. one shot or multi-chapter?
8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?
Iād say mine are usually 5k or so?? some series were shorter per chapter, depending on subject matter. I tend to write like... interconnected long as frick oneshots, so i donāt count those as chapters ā ļø
9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?
uhhhhh good question haha. my book was 95k and I think exo mall is like *dammit math* 140k or something that has significantly gotten out of hand. I have two more fics so it will probably be like 180ish when itās done?? not including the drabbles to come hahaĀ
10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?
I loved No Quarter and torturing Kat with her husband, also staying up all night to finish Chanyeolās exo mall knowing kat had NO idea it was coming was a BLAST. Kyungsooās exo mall was one of the mostĀ āin the flowā writing experiences iāve ever had. I wrote this Baek oneshot at like 3am when i couldnāt sleep once and tbh it felt like I wrote it in a dream. ja;slkfjasd I love so many of these this is like a trip down memory lane, so Iām going to be a wh*re and say two more haha. Ā This is the most honest and close toĀ āreal lifeā thing I think Iāve written on here (and also one of the only sex scenes I didnāt lose my goddamned mind trying to write a;sldkfja;sdf). And lastly Ablaze, which was the longest thing Iād written (I think) and let me know that hey? maybe I could write a book someday <3
11. favorite request youāve have written and why (if any?)
This request for Exo Mall Baek was such a joy to write! And for some reason this Taeyong drabble makes me wish I had the time/energy to write it into a full story, it gripped me so much when I wrote it, like a movie had fully downloaded into my brain out of nowhere.
12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?
For sure! Iād say found family is a big one. Trusting that youāll find your place even if things donāt make sense or you feel unsure. Believing that love is worth the risk and fear of trusting someone ;laksjdfal;sd. That love can be big gestures and super intense, but that after that fades away itās the small daily moments that matter most - the people who stay and listen when youāre sad, holding hands and forehead kisses, taking care of people when theyāre sick or scared or just need company, showing up to try again or to communicate even when things are hard.Ā
Someone commented on a fic of mine ages ago that I helped them see that real love (of that small, daily, consistent kind) is possible and MAYHAPS I cried because underneath it all, thatās what Iād want people to take away - that love of all kinds is scary, but itās always worth it in the end <3
13. current number of wips?
Surprisingly just ... 3? wow how time has changed hahaha. I have Jun + Baek for exo mall (plus some drabbles but that will be something people write in about, so I wouldnāt consider them wips) and then I maaaaay continute on here with the Jun + Min regency baes series. We shall see :)
14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?
1. I canāt NOT write Baekhyun as the biggest cheesy dork in the entire world 2. That Iāll always have endless fantasy world to live in. I have to try actively to not start new WIPs because itās so damn easy to be inspired. If Iām ever bored I know that I can jump into some story and let myself be carried away for a while 3. that who and how i am in real life is not usually the same person that i am when it comes to the vibe of my writing, and that thatās totally okay <3
15. a quote you like from a published story.
āI wish it had been with someone like you, though,ā you say, squeezing his hand.
āSomeone like me?ā he says, raising his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.
You look down at the floor, trying to figure out how to put how he makes you feel into words. āYeah, someone strong, and steady. And safe.ā
He lets out a laugh. āSafe? That sounds awfully similar to boring.ā
āNo, no. You donāt understand,ā you say emphatically, coming to stand fully in front of him, grabbing his other hand as well. āYou never ask me to be anything but who I am. Youāre patient, kind, caring. For the longest time I thought that falling in love would be stifling. That it wouldā¦ I donāt know, take my independence. Take my spirit. Make me into someone I donāt recognize.ā
You step closer, holding his face in your hands. āBut I canāt think of anything I want more than to be with you. You make me the best version of who I am. I donāt know how it is for you, being with me. But when Iām with you, it just feels likeā¦ home,ā you finish gently.
- from Kyungsooās exo mall because THIS is how I feel about falling in love now, and this story was me working out what I believed about the process (like a goddamned emo bish haha)
16. a quote from an unpublished story.
For a moment you allow yourself this weakness. It won't destroy you to admire the strong lines of his body, the intensity and focus in the set of his brows, the deep, warm color brown of his eyes as they - oh lord, he's looking directly at you. As he notices you watching him his lips press into a small smile, inclining his head towards you.
'Oh no,' you say, mortified. In a breath you've blinked and drawn your arm through Maggie's, weaving your way through the crowd and dragging her with you.
'What's wrong?' she hisses in your ear, slightly off-kilter from the drink and revelry. 'You're going to tear my arm off.ā.
'Sorry, he -' With a hand you push through the front doors, gulping in the cool night air and breathing deeply to steady the erratic pace of your heartbeat. 'Maggie, what's happening to me? He looked at me and I felt so... naked. I can't explain it.'
She realizes you aren't in actual distress and laughs. 'Good. About time you fell in love. I'm delighted.'
- From perhaps a future chapter of Jun and Min regency baes series....
17. space for you to say something to your readers.
Thank you so much. Truly, from the bottom of my heart. This fandom brought writing back into my life after such a long time away and I had no idea I would love it so much. The friends itās brought me and the kind words that made me cry or cheered me up on a shitty day or made me laugh out loud and the watching other writers grow on their journeys. Getting to hear how something I made could help you feel less alone or less sad on a shitty day is all Iāve ever wanted from sharing all this. Thank you for being here and thank you for sharing parts of yourself with me <3
Tagging anyone who sees this who would like to do it, even if you donāt consider yourself a āreal writerā yet (yes you are, stop doubting yourself!!!!) š
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I See What You Did There
Whatās two plus two?
Huh? What? Whatās happening?
Whatās two plus two?
Oh, shit, right, I have a book review blog, donāt I? I mean, things have been a bit hectic these past few months and Iām also trying to be a real writer...
Whatās two plus two?
Yeah, youāre right, I shouldnāt neglect my tumblr, even if nobody reads it. And come on, computer, itās not like Iāve been in a coma for four years, two plus two is clearly five and we all love Big Brother, OK? Gah.
Uhhh...And by that, I mean: Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir!
Dr. Ryland Grace wakes up in a spaceship with no memory of how or why heās there. Heās a junior high school science teacher, what the hell is he doing on a spaceship? Also, the other two astronauts are dead. Like, really dead. So far as how things are going for Dr. Grace right now, Iāll let Pete Campbell give you a hint:
Slowly, veeeery slowly, Graceās memory starts to come back to him: heās on a mission to save the Earth. Thereās this nasty space bacteria-thingy called Astrophage thatās dimming the light of Mr. Burnsās archnemesis: the Sun.
Thereās a lot of science involved, but Weir explains, in great detail, just how Astrophage dims the Sun and why thatās really, really, really, really bad for the Earth. Like, apocalyptic-bad. Billions will die bad. Famine, disease, war, rocks fall, everyone dies and freezes to death bad. Only not right away. Over the course of several years. So everyone will die, but theyāll get to do it real slowly.Ā
Yay?
Like so, but it ends with everybody dead and the Earth being rendered uninhabitable. All of Graceās wee little students will grow up watching their Earth slowly die. Unless Project Hail Mary finds a solution. And there seems to be a solution out there - Tau Ceti seems to be the only star not infected with Astrophage. Why? How? What? So this all powerful woman called Stratt, who has been given authority by just about everyone (how? Reasons. Donāt ask questions) yanks Grace out of his classroom - first to study Astrophage, and then, somehow, he canāt remember exactly, roped him into going on a dozen-light-year journey to Tau Ceti with the crew of the Hail Mary.
Only the rest of the crew is dead. Something went wrong while they were in a coma during their four-year space voyage. Grace is alone.
Inside the Hail Mary.
Full of a dude called Grace.
I see what you did there, Weir. Donāt think I didnāt see what you did there. I mean, you donāt even have to be Catholic to see what you did there.
Anyway, long-winded flashbacks and lots of science ensues. I struggled with the first quarter of the book - not for any particular reason other than I started reading this book in the latter half of 2020 and I was having a hell of a time concentrating on...well, everything. Remember 2020? Yeah, it wasnāt great. I mean, Iād need a lot of ānot great, Bob!ā gifs to describe just how bad those last few months of 2020 were.
And then I thought 2021 would be better. Ahahaha we barely made it six days. Seriously, everything is terrible and how do I even concentrate on a dumb book blog let alone a book all about science and the Earth slowly dying because the sun is dimming and -
Soon enough, however, Grace spots something on the Hail Maryās radar. Itās...another spaceship? All the way out by Tau Ceti? At first, Grace thinks maybe its another ship from Earth, like a backup plan, thatād make sense, right? Only itās not.
Who could it be?
Aliens?
Yeah, itās aliens.
Our friend Grace gets to be the dude to make first contact with the sentient, spider-like creatures of the first planet in the system 40 Eridani. Turns out 40 Eridani is also infected with Astrophage, which is causing all sorts of problems for the Eridians, and their ship just happened to be around Tau Ceti at the exact same time as the Hail Mary. Crazy, right? Anyway, after the initial first contact and the long, drawn-out process of learning to communicate with one another (with no help from Amy Adams or Jeremy Renner), Grace and the lone Eridian, whom Grace christens Rocky, team up to save their respective worlds.
Science and plenty of flashbacks ensue.
Iām not a scientist - well, I have a masterās degree in library and information science, which, I guess, is a science? I mean, uh...I could tell you where all the sciency books are in the library. 500s if youāre using Dewey, and if youāre using Library of Congress, it will depend on what youāre looking for - youāll want to start with Q for general sciences, QA for math books, QB and QC for astronomy and physics, QE, GC, GB, QC, TN for earth sciences, QD, TN, TP, and TR for chemical sciences, GE and bits of GF, QE, QH, QC, and TD for environmental sciences, QH, QK, QL, QM, QP, and QR for life sciences, QA75-76.9, TK5101-TK6720, TK7800-TK7895, and Q334-Q390 for computer sciences, telecommunication and artificial intelligence, Q, R, S, and T for the history of sciences and if youāre looking for bibliographies and finding aids for topics in the sciences, look under Z.
You know. Science.
OK, so I may not be a scientist. I may be bad at math because numbers somehow magically switch themselves around on paper whenever I look at them. Why? Because my brain sucks, thatās why. I may have spent most of my chemistry classes reading YA books under my desk (worth it!). I may have only passed high school physics by cheating off a girl younger than I was, but hey, the joke was on me: my high school physics teacher wasnāt even qualified to teach physics.
Gotta love rural public schools.
My point is, while the science may be lost on me and my brain which is full mostly of Simpsons quotes rather than actual knowledge, I do loves me a fun story where Science (with a capital S) saves the day. And, make no mistake, this book is fun. You might get a bit bogged down by the science, but once you get past it, this is a highly enjoyable story of one dangerously unqualified guy desperately trying to save the world with his new BFF, alien spider guy who speaks in musical notes. Itās up to them and them alone. Good luck, guys! Donāt forget that billions upon billions of lives depend on you. No pressure.
Seriously, if you loved The Martian, youāll love Project Hail Mary. Theyāre similar, but Hail Mary is on a much larger scale than The Martian - thereās a lot more at stake in the hands of one guy. Plus: aliens!
Without spoiling anything, Iāll just say I would have loved more from the ending. I wouldāve loved an epilogue from some of the other characterās perspectives or something. I mean, I could even go with a sequel! Maybe something where Erid and Earth are finally able to communicate? Thereās a lot of potential for short stories or novellas set in the same world as Project Hail Mary - thereās got to be bonus material there and I want it. More, please? Thatād be nice. Iād definitely read it. So... Hop to it, Weir!
One last complaint: Grace doesnāt swear. Like, at all. Meanwhile, Mark Watney is over here like
Come on, Grace, would it kill you to say āfuckā or āshitā every now and again? I mean, I sipped coffee that was too hot and let out a bunch of words thatād make a 19th century whaler blush. Geez.
RECOMMENDED FOR: Fans of The Martian, science-y people, people who enjoy a heavy dose of science in their sci-fi, people who just want a fun story
NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: People with no mind for science, people who are against fun, anyone who doesnāt like sci-fi, aliens, fun, etc.
RATING: 4/5
ALIEN RATING:
RELEASE DATE: May 4, 2021 (HEY! Donāt think I didnāt see what you did there, too, Ballantine Books!)
ANTICIPATION LEVEL FOR SPINOFFS / SEQUELS / BONUS MATERIAL OF ANY KIND: Olympus Mons.
DID I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE?
#project hail mary#andy weir#fiction#book review#science fiction#hard science fiction#sff#sci-fi#tau ceti#rocky#adrian#hail mary#ryland grace#apocalyptic fiction#first contact#aliens#global dimming#astrophage
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indirectly tagged by @lampmeeting
it's not part of the original thing but I'm gonna add a silly little self portrait as well~
Questions to get to know you a little better:
1. What do you prefer to be called name wise? Robin or any kind of nickname related to that you can come up with lol Some of my favourites are Rob and Robble
2. When is your birthday? November 21st
3. Where do you live? A little town in Niedersachsen (Lower Saxony), Germany. Known for being the summer residence of a royal bloodline some 200 years ago. Yes there's a castle :P
4. Three things I am doing right now? Trying to forget the nightmare I just woke up from, thinking about getting a few more clementines from the kitchen and fininishing a little sketch I started yesterday
5. Four fandoms that have piqued my interest: Metalocalypse (ofc), Hogan's Heroes, Ghost BC, What We Do In The Shadows. Those are the main 4 at the moment but there's always a chance for other fandoms to take over for a bit.
6. How has the pandemic been treating you? ....yeah. Not so great. My grandma died suddenly at the start of the pandemic, I had to leave my internship I was super happy at early because of lockdown, finished my last semester at college with horrible online classes, had to move back in with my parents, cut contact with someone I've known almost all my life, barely passed my finals, still on the hunt for a job (started applying to places in September) and am close to losing it any day now lol Also pandemic means no flea markets which was one of the few things keeping my brain happy and occupied while giving me a chance to ride my bike around the region for hours :^(((((
7. Song(s) I canāt stop listening to: Sadly no particular song coming to mind right now, but I've had Ghost's entire discography and Dethalbum I, II, and III on rotation for months now lol. This Toss A Coin To Your Witcher Remix has also been stuck in my head for a while and is always worth a listen (Also have some silly techno/hardstyle remixes stuck in my brain permanently because I listened to them as background noise while trying to make my final college projects somewhat decent. Terence Hill & Bud Spencer - Lalalalalala, Da Tweekaz - JƤgermeister, Star Wars Hardstyle, DJ Ćtzi - Anton aus Tirol, Das Leben des Brian - Schwanzus Longus)
8. Recommend a movie: The Road to El Dorado by Dreamworks, a children's movie, I know... Each song is an absolute banger tho (even the German versions!), the jokes are silly but fun, the queer/gay hints add that little spice that I subconsciously picked up on and felt comforted by as a kid and the design of the everything is just (chef's kiss) Also the chemistry between the 4 main characters is gud as heck. It's the childhood movie I latched on to the most, my mother had to rent the dvd almost every single day until I bought a copy myself lol
9. How old are you? 24 orz I don't feel like it at all...
10. School, university, occupation? Finished college in August, unemployed because no one wants to hire in the creative field during a worldwide plague :^)
11. Do you prefer heat or cold? As long as it's under 35Ā°C I prefer heat. My hands and feet are icicles 95% of the time after losing weight :^(
12. Name one fact others may not know about you? Since I'm an expert oversharer you probably know almost everything about me already orz But uhhh. Lemme see... I learned how to operate a laundry machine at the ripe old age of 20 at my internship at a hair salon lmao My mother never had the nerve to show me how on the modern machine we have at home (along the lines of "you will fuck it up anyways so let me do it >:^(((" which is an overarching theme in her raising me lol), but the older machine with the simpler dials at the salon was a good start to learn and honestly one of the things at this internship I'm still super grateful for...
13. Are you shy? Oh hell yeah I am... It's all the years of getting only negative feedback for trying to interact with others lol
14. Preferred pronouns: He/Him mostly, still figuring out if I still like they/them or nah (since in German there are no neutral pronouns that aren't neopronouns I've automatically gotten more attached to he/him lol)
15. Biggest pet peeves: I feel so mean for admitting it but honestly: Any noises my parents make. If I'm having a particularly bad low brain energy day even hearing them breathe makes me wanna run away and scream in anger... (Doesn't irk me with anyone else tho, which is weird...)
16. What is your favorite "dere" type? Oh there's more than 4 types now?? I've always liked Kuudere types the most out of the original 4 types, but I guess Shundere and Utsudere are right up my alley too!!!
The Kuudere (ćÆć¼ćć¬), sometimes written Coodere or KÅ«dere, type refers to a character who is often cold, blunt, and cynical. They may seem very emotionless on the outside, but on the inside theyāre very caring ā at least when it comes to the ones they love.
The Shundere (ćć
ććć¬) type refers to characters who are sad and very depressed. While a full smile on their face might be out of the question, their love interest can help them open up and feel accepted.
The Utsudere (ćć¤ćć¬) type refers to a character who is often sad and depressed. There is a reason for the characterās despair such as being bullied at school. Even if their life improves, they are often wary of other charactersā motives.
17. Rate your life 1-10? Maybe a 4? 4.5 at max
18. What is your main blog? The one I'm posting this on lol
19. List all your side blogs and what theyāre for:
yorkiesart - old as hell and inactive artblog
bleedingheartbird - very triggering and depressing vent blog :^(
yorkie2111 - my very first username, a sea and ocean themed aesthetic blog now mostly for when I miss Denmark a whole lot (kinda inactive)
robinsartnest - a second attempt at a separate art blog, inactive as well lol
20. Is there anything people should know before becoming friends with you? I'm a clusterfuck of several undiagnosed mental illnesses and probably other conditions that I'm trying to figure out and deal with on my own until I can get professional help and some diagnoses. At times I'm weird and distant and overall very depressed and unpleasant, I've already hurt so many people this way and am trying to be better every single day. Basically I've never been given the "How to properly Human" manual and am frantically trying to get it right without hurting too many innocent people in the process.
Anyway, if you are nice to me I will love you forever ā”ā”ā” :'3c
idk who to tag so if you wanna do this, do it~
#oh wow that's a long one haha#gosh these tag things really encourage my oversharing nature oops#anyway if any of you want to do this too feel tagged :D#get to know me better
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in my case the majority of the time, the way to drop a connection is to spend time away from its source rather than just decide to, and considering how the strength of my ālinks (major to para to minor, which is how I catagorise right now) goes all over the place I wouldnāt be surprised if it just come back after I drop them (you can tell itās late here since Iām rambling nonsense in your inbox again)
running through thoughts here is incredibly helpful, I know Iām not filling up your blog with nonsense (I hope) but you have so many followers probably compared to my uhhh 4(?) and a few hundred on main so itās really nice to say things and get thoughtful and respectful answers back šš
Typing style is similar enough that Iām guessing that youāre both Chatty Anon / Key Anon who may be the same person idk, and not Alien Anon or a mysterious third anon, not that I can tell. :pĀ
Sometimes all you need is someone like me to bounce your thoughts off - a soundboard! Thatās how I need to do things. When Iām not sure, I need someone to sit me down and ask me questions, hear my reasoning out, and then poke holes in it until I have it figured out.
If you know the term rubber duck programming, this is the exact same type of thinking and goddamn it works.Ā
But thatās the thing: a good way to tell if somethingās a kintype and not anything else is that even when you spend time away from it, itās still there. I go out of my way not to hear about Evillious as much as I am physically capable, because wow thatās a bad experience! But Iām still Pale. Sometimes I wake up in shifts and hate the snow a little less, or start thinking about Project Ma and America and how much easier it would be to save those I care about if I had the power I did back then. I donāt touch Evillious with a ten foot pole. Only a block button and a good blacklist. But itās still irrevocably a part of me.
A linktype probably wonāt do that to you? If you let it go, it wonāt come back unless you seek it out again. Kintypes are pretty permanent, with some rare exceptions. As far as I know, closureās the only thing that can let go of a kintype, but that being an option is pretty rare. Itās hard to set them into the past.
Linktypes are important, and powerful, and can do so much good. But by their nature, they arenāt completely permanent, and donāt whack you with a stick in the middle of the night just like when you first realized they were there, years later. Sometimes the only way to tell the difference is to play the waiting game. It works, but it takes forever.
Questioning almost always does. So Iāll see you in my inbox plenty more, get used to you, and miss you when you stop. Thatās just how it works.
#asks#anonymous#on questioning#on copinglinking#also i missed screenshotting 666 followers and i'm Mad#i have uhm#725 apparently#i gain some every time i make a hot take and i've gained like four today#Anonymous
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Safety Blanket chapter 6: Dangerous encounter LeonĀ Kennedy x Fem!reader
chapter 1,chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5Ā
read on a03Ā
well howdy hey its been awhile (haha most of this was on my old Leon Stan account/old resident side blog rip) but here ya go..
warnings:canon typical violenceĀ
word count:2,555
You and Leon walked down the steps into a small room filled with books and other strange art pieces, Leon did tell you the station used to be an art museum. You looked over at Leon who still did look a little sad.
āHey are you ok?ā, you asked him hoping he wouldnāt just ignore you, he was picking up supplies spread all around the room.
āYeah I justā, he stood there for a second clenching his fists, āI just wish I could have helped himā, you could hear the sorrow in his voice.
āYou canāt save everyone, no matter how much you wish you could, trust me I know that one all too wellā, you said looking down and rubbing your shoulder.
āDoes it get easier?ā, he asked looking at you, you couldnāt describe what the expression on his face was, a sense of uneasiness, hope, it was hard to tell.
āI uhhhā, you stood shocked at his sudden asking of it, you wanted to choose your words carefully. Youād only been through all this in a week, yet you were hardened by it.
āItās fine you donāt have to answerā, he said, turning away from you.
āNo wait!ā, your body just moved on its own and you grabbed his hand. You looked up at him seeing his blue eyes again with his blonde hair, you remembered how you were when he found you scared and panicked, when you freaked out about Maria he was there for you, he hadnāt left you behind. You remembered his calming heartbeat, his smile and overall kindness. Unlike everything that had happened to you Leon was pretty much the only good thing about this hellhole, and you werenāt about to leave him in the dust.
āNo it doesn'tā, you said looking deep into his eyes, he saw how misty your eyes were, āyou just get better at hiding your emotions sometimesā
He looked back at you, you had a soft smile on your face, he didnāt notice how pretty you were with your (H/C) hair and your (E/C) eyes, was this an awkward time, yes, yes it was, but it wasnāt just your looks but the way you held yourself, after everything youāve been through both physically and mentally, you still kept your head up high.
āAnd Iām not about to lose anyone elseā, you said pushing a piece of hair out your face, āand thatās a promiseā, you said looking up at him smiling.
ā(Y/N) I-ā, Leon looked at you shocked at your words, maybe you were stronger than he thought you were. People who knew you well always said you were loyal no matter what, even to the very end.
āCome on letās get goingā, you said excitedly giving Leon a nice bubbly smile, he walked over still shocked by the sudden switch in personality.
You wanted things to go back to normal desperately. You missed the old you, the one that was happy and cheerful no matter what, but that wasnāt going to happen until you got out. So why not try and be happy just for a little while. Leon got hints of what you were truly like. Maybe you did over do it a bit but it was something you were going to have to get used to. Leon smiled at you and followed you towards the doorway that led to an elevator. You two shuffled inside of it.
Leon took a deep breath and pulled out his gun, motioning you to do the same thing, āwe donāt know whatās down thereā. You nodded at him pulling out your shotgun. Leon then pressed the button and the doors shut and down you two went.
The door opened and Leon told you to wait as he cautiously stepped outside. He looked around for a moment before signaling you to follow him.
You stepped out and were surprised and confused to where you were, obviously underground but something about it was strange. You followed Leon down a few stairs until you got to a place that looked like a boiler room. Thatās when you heard someone or something walking around. You quickly held onto Leonās arm, anxious at the sound.
āWhat the hell was that?ā, you whispered
āI donāt know, stay closeā, he said towards you and you nodded back. You followed him further inside, still very confused at where you were at. You followed Leon until you two were blocked by a locker. You stepped back and allowed Leon to see if he can push it out of the way. Leon was able to move it out of the way, which surprised you slightly but something surprised both of you.
A man, no monster, you couldnāt tell, jumped from the ceiling startling both you and Leon. Leon just stood there shocked however as you shrieked out of fear. You both just stood there for a moment before it slammed and grabbed Leon while it pushed you to the ground. You were dazed for a second before realizing Leon was being slammed against the floor over and over again. You quickly stumbled to your feet. About to ready your shotgun when the monster broke through the floor causing both it and Leon to fall through.
āLeon!ā, you quickly yelled about to jump down when a quick jolt of pain from your ankle caused you to fall backwards. You looked down to see Leon trying to evade the monster as it chased him. Leon tried shooting at it but realized it wasnāt doing much. You wanted to jump down and help but that fall might definitely hurt your ankle if you werenāt careful. You knew you had to help Leon but how was going to be tricky, you didnāt have a lot of time. You noticed itās eye on its arm.
āLeon, Shoot the eye on its armā, you screamed at him still trying to find a way down there. You kept walking towards the hole that the monster left but immediately turned back around. You were basically pacing. You heard Leon groan in pain for a second. Your face went pale and your heart raced. You quickly looked back at the hole.
āThis is stupid and itās gonna hurtā, you said to yourself preparing to jump down, last time it was a bigger drop so maybe it wouldnāt be as bad. You took a deep breath and jumped down trying your best to land on your left ankle first opposed to the right one. You were sort of sort of successful but the force that went on your right ankle was still enough to cause a quick bit of pain from it, you flinched for a moment before getting up to find Leon. You quickly found him and noticed he was cornered by the monster.
āHey you!ā, you shouted at it, and in which it immediately turned around to face you. Leon looked at you and panicked at whatever you were about to do. You just stood there as it walked over to you slowly. Your breath hitched for a moment, as you hoped maybe Leon could get a good shot on it.
You were about to grab your shotgun when it suddenly grabbed you by the head lifting you up. Panic spread throughout your body, the monster proceeding to crush your skull. You screamed out in pain trying to reach for the shotgun but were unable to. You felt it grip your head tighter and tighter, your breathing becoming very ragged and shallow. You started screaming even louder tears were streaming down your face. Your face is turning red. You wiggled around trying to get out of its grasp causing the syringe in your pocket to fall to the ground.
It felt like forever as you just were in the air with your skull being crushed. You suddenly fell to the ground, very hard. You grabbed your head and curled yourself into a ball. It felt like your head was going to explode and your body felt like a noodle. You could barely move. You saw the syringe in front of you and slowly grabbed it, putting it back in your pocket. You heard many gunshots and curses from Leon.
You laid down for a while, breathing in and out trying to regain your composure. You looked over to where Leon was and saw the monster start stumbling backwards and falling into the abyss. You tried getting up but quickly fell back down.
āHey take it easyā, he said to you, āare you ok?ā, he looked at you worriedly. You tried to smile at him but ended up crashing into him. You fell right into his lips, causing Leon to take a step back. It was a very awkward kiss. Leon forgot that physics still exists and watched you headbutt him.
Well one thing Leon learned is that you had a very durable skull. He placed your head back against the railing so your head could be supported. Leon went out to look for more supplies while you dozed off and unconsciously remembered something.
You looked at the other kids playing on the playground. Laughing and screaming just having a very fun time. You wished you could do the same. You were shy, a little too shy, it had been about a month since you moved to a new school and were having no luck finding any friends. Most of the other kids ignored you when you tried talking to them. You just sat at the swing set alone, sadly swinging by yourself.
āHey are you ok?ā you jumped up startled at the voice, you looked over to see a girl with black hair and green eyes.
āUmm I uhā, you didnāt know what to say or who this girl was, she looked about a year older than you.
āWell Iām Maria, Maria Cortezā, she said at you with a smile, āand this is Frankā, she then pointed at a boy behind her and he shyly smiled at you.
āHiā, he said with a shy wave
āWhatās your name?ā, Maria asked looking at youā
ā(Y/N)ā, you said very quietly.
āWell itās nice to meet you..hmmm how about we play tag together...all three of usā
You then realized she was talking to you as well and awkwardly pointed at yourself to confirm she was talking to you.
āYep, how would you like to be friends with us?ā, she asked you with a smile, you immediately jumped up excitedly and joined them walking towards the playground. That was the day you met Maria, your childhood best friend and her friend Frank.
ā(Y/N), hey can you hear me?ā, your eyes fluttered open when you heard Leonās voice. Your head still hurt like hell but besides that you were pretty ok.
āYeahā, you groaned out, āmy head still hurts like hell thoughā, you said bringing a hand to your forehead.
āPlease donāt do that ever againā, he said and you quickly noticed the blush on his face.
āWhat are you blushing for?ā, you asked more grumpily than you meant it to be.
āItās just uhh you uhhā, he said awkwardly pointing at his lips.
āI have a cut?ā, you questioned very naively tilting your head to the side slightly.
āNoā, Leon gulped out, still pointing at his lips, he then started to make kissing noises and you immediately caught on. Leon did this so childishly it made you laugh for a minute then your face turned red.
āW-Whenā, you stuttered out, āh-howā
āWell you sort of just fell into my lips and it happened, if it makes you feel better you did accidentally headbutt meā
You still were embarrassed about the whole thing but you did laugh after the head butt comment.
āCan you get up?āhe asked, offering a hand.
āYeahā, you said, taking his hand getting up slowly.
āI think someone is watching usā, he said pointing to a ladder. Leon went first to check out the area above
āItās safe, come on upā, he said as you climbed up the ladder very hastily. Leon helped pull you up. You looked around and noticed you were in a parking garage of sorts. You looked and saw the gate that led outside. Next the gate was a kiosk. Leon looked around to see if any doors were unlocked, sadly all of the doors were locked. You both walked over to the kiosk realizing it needs a key card.
āDamn we need a key cardā, Leon said just then you two heard growling, you and Leon slowly turned around. Seeing a zombie dog.
āYou gotta be kidding meā, Leon said as the dog came rushing towards you two, Leon quickly shoved you out of the way as you slammed against the floor. The dog then pounced on Leon attacking him. You quickly got up looking at Leon who was now being attacked by the dog, he tried reaching for his gun but was unsuccessful. You were about to grab his gun when a bullet went through the dog's neck.
āHeyā, you heard a woman say, you and Leon both turned towards the voice and saw a shadowy figure.
āWho is that?ā, Leon asked her. While you stayed silent
āStay sharpā, she said, just then the dog tried getting back up but Leon quickly reached for his gun and shot it again.
You instinctively put your hands in the air while Leon sat up and drew his gun.
āLower itā, she said to Leon before pulling something out of her coat, āFBIā, she then flashed a badge in both of your faces.
Leon quickly put his gun down, āsorry...thank youā, he was cut off by the dog slowly getting up again, the woman shot it, finally killing it this time.
āFor the help..ā, Leon countunied.
āSurprised you two made it this farā, she said to the both of you, she looked at you, you still had your hands in the air, āyou can put your arms down nowā
āSorryā, you said quietly and you quickly put your back at your sides. The woman began to walk away from the two of you. Leon quickly got up weakling towards her.
āFBI, huh, whatās going on here?ā, he said to her
āSorry that information is classifiedā, she said behind her towards Leon, you caught up to the two of them.
āWhere are you going?ā, Leon asked the woman. She slowly turned back towards Leon.
āDo yourselves a favor; stop asking questions and get the hell out of hereā, she said at him she then walked away.
āHey where are you going?ā, he yelled at her as she went through a door. You grabbed his hand, stopping him for a second. He looked at you confused.
āWe donāt know who she isā,you whispered. You didnāt really trust her. Leon just turned back towards where she left. He sighed before walking around the garage seeing if anything was left there. You just followed him. You saw him digging through the trunk of a car. He stopped for a minute.
ā(Y/N) can I ask you something?ā, you just looked at him curiously.
āY-yeahā, you gulped, you saw him hesitate for a second. He was trying his best to phrase his words.
āāWhy do you have a syringe in your pocket?ā
#leonĀ kennedy x reader#Leon sĀ Kennedy x reader#resident evil#Leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#my writing
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The Marathon
Fandom: Scrubs
Ship:Ā Jdox
Word count: 2,777
Notes:Ā So yeah uhhh if you didnāt know, this is an old ass blog and I am still officially a Scrubs stan, so if this is a surprise to you...Iām sorry. Hereās a little Jdox oneshot because my rewatch is giving me feels.
Summary:Ā One hard night at the hospital brings two pining doctors together.
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JD wasnāt the most athletic guy growing up, and he certainly wasnāt anymore, but from 7th grade until he graduated high school, he participated in a horrible, deadly, thrilling sport called cross country. Initially, it had been the bright idea of his optimistic father in a fit of wishful thinking. Optimistic, because 7th grade JD looked like a stiff breeze could give him a panic attack, and the thought of running in front of people in the woods nearly made him go catatonic.Ā But as time went on, he realized it helped a lot with stress and anxiety, whether he was any good at it or not.
There was this race, hosted by the Minooka Mountain Lions. It was the longest course in the conference. High school kids ran 5ks, or about 3.1 miles, but by middle school standards, the winding 1.8 miles of Minooka Parkās trails may as well have been a marathon. And at the end, a hundred scrawny twelve year olds were expected to drag themselves up a hill that seemed to shoot straight into the sky before shoving themselves across the finish line at a dead sprint. The year asthmatic, skinny, pale JD, pre-puberty and all elbows and knees, joined the team, it was the first race of the season, so they all had about a week and a half of conditioning under their belts. It was like asking toddlers to conquer Europe.
The race day came, no matter how much Johnny begged it not to. The gun went off, he jogged a bit and then walked on and off for, like, a mile, and when he turned the corner out of the woods and saw the most legendary sledding hill in the county looming over him, he fully stopped at the foot of the hill, not even noticing the parents screaming encouragements or the equally skinny and asthmatic competitors passing him. He simply stared up at the slope, awed by its incline.
Thatās how he felt staring at a 12 hour on-call shift on Christmas Eve with Dr. Cox, a board member in the ICU, 4 car accident victims, one of which had already coded twice, and a young man desperately awaiting a kidney. It was the same feeling, only this time he didnāt start puking Gatorade so violently that his dad had to run onto the course and help him to a porta-potty while a coach directed traffic around his stinking lunch.
At least, not yet.
The door to the on-call room swung open, a figure standing in the door frame, and his heart was in that race again, fleeing his chest in a panic
In a rare moment of Christmas spirit, Kelso had granted a small splurge for some fairy lights in a few places around the hospital. Their twinkling light cascaded through the open door and cast Doctor Coxās sharp silhouette in a gentle glow. JD had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
āLetās get to work, Newbie.ā
The hill loomed.
JD barely registered what he was doing, his world becoming a blur of rooms, beds, faces, charts, pens, needles, and Perry. Perry wasnāt blurry. Perryās hand was on his shoulder, Perryās eyebrows were furrowed as he wrote, Perry didnāt even blink while tossing JD a chart. And every time he got a chance to finally close his eyes, it seemed like only seconds later that Perry was shaking him awake, helping him to his feet. God, his feet. He just wanted to get off his feet.
Despite the rants and the fights and the distinct lack of affection that JD caught himself daydreaming about, they made a good team. One to think and process, one to bark for efficiency. One to feel, and one to do. One to ground the other. They had to snap at each other, shove charts in each otherās faces, whistle, touch, anything to keep one another focused. Suddenly the hill was muddy. JD was injured, Perry was barely awake, someone was shooting at them, and they were dragging each other up the slope, JD screaming for bandages āĀ
Just a dumb fantasy. Focus, JD. No, donāt. Youāre in a brief moment of blessed peace. Savor it. He tilted his head back against the wall, just wishing he could sit, but knowing the trip to the break room would only waste his precious respite. Perry was handing him coffee.
And then, his pager. Perryās pager. They locked eyes as they recognized the room number.Ā
Zoe.
Among all the christmas bustle there was one of the usual snow related accidents on the freeway. A little 7 year old girl had been in the pileup. Her 16 year old brother, Charlie, had been behind the wheel driving in his first snow. He was dealing with broken ribs and internal bleeding, but he looked like he was going to pull through. Zoe had been touch and go for a while, but she had seemed stable enough. What the hell had happened? He abandoned his coffee without hesitation. Charging towards her room, all JD could think about was how young she was, how guilty her brother had felt about the whole thing and how relieved heād been when heād found out she was stable.Ā
She wasnāt dead yet.
JD pushed every thought that wasnāt do this now out of his head as he sprinted down the hall, his stethoscope bouncing on his chest, running on his toes, muddy tennis shoes digging into the earth and bounding up tree roots like stairsā¦
āStarting CPR.ā
It was probably going to rebreak her ribs but he didnāt care. Broken ribs are common when bending them two inches past their normal state, especially when theyāre barely healed on a little girl.
He was sweating from the effort of the compressions. His heart was pounding. He found himself wishing for the magical ability to transfer his racing heartbeat to this little girl, to give her his shallow breaths.
āCļæ½ļæ½monā¦ā He was climbing uphill, carrying Zoe on his back. She was heavier than she looked. His lungs burned, his calves screamed, but he pressed on. The end was so close.
But medicine isnāt a race. Thereās no finish line that you have to push for, no giant timer telling you your level of success, no string of plastic flags to funnel you into the blessed end. Saving lives has a time limit. If youāre not fast enough, the finish line disappears.
Zoe ran out of time.
He slumped to the floor outside the room. Doctor Cox stood above him. āCanāt win āem all, Newbie.ā
All he could do was rejoice in being off his feet.
He could feel Perryās eyes on him as he decided whether he wanted to listen to the half of his brain that begged for sleep, or the half that knew he didnāt deserve it. For a moment, it almost seemed like Dr. Cox could hear those voices too, or at least could identify the outward signs. Either way, he simply said, āGo home.ā
JD couldnāt even muster the energy to express his surprise. He had come to expect baiting and tricks from his unwilling mentor, but for once he seemed genuine. He hauled himself to his feet again. God. āMerry Christmas, Doctor Cox.ā And that was the closest they would get to a fanfare, to a roaring crowd praising them for collapsing across the finish line.
The sliding doors opened to greet his approach and a gust of wind dusted a few flakes of snow onto the carpeted entrance. The asphalt had already been salted, leaving goopy gray puddles of slush that squished and splashed in grainy chunks beneath his sneakers. But beyond the parking lot, outside the perimeter of the hospital, the snow glinted off the trees colored by dancing Christmas lights.
His mind wandered to his apartment, to Turk and Carla, who were already asleep in the apartment. They would wake up only a few hours after he got home, ready to celebrate and smile and laugh with their favorite third wheel.
He thought about that warmth, that contentment, that boost that he couldnāt bring himself to believe he deserved, and decided he wasnāt ready to leave.
Suddenly invigorated, JD about-faced and power-walked to the nurseās station, filled with anxious adrenaline that he knew was a sprint and could only last a moment.
āWhereās Doctor Cox?ā
The nurse pointed, and before he could stop himself, JD had flung open the door to the on-call room. Breathless, he wondered if the lights silhouetted him the way they had Doctor Cox mere hours ago. Heād been breathless then, too.
āBelinda, what are you āā
āIs anyone else in here?ā He was stalling ā he knew the answer.
āNot a soul. Newbie āā
JD shut the door behind him, at a loss for what the hell to do next.
āSasha, youād better go ahead and tell me what the hell is happening or so help me āā
āI donāt want to go home.ā
Silence. JD cringed, realizing how childish he sounded. But that was just it. He felt like a child, reduced to basic emotions of tired, frustrated, sad. He couldnāt express anything else. Not that he should, even if he were able. He couldnāt just say, āKiss me so I know that everything will be okay.ā Like most things, that was better left in his head.
āCome here.ā
JD obeyed semi-consciously. Dr. Coxās warm hands connected with his shoulders, their heat spreading through his veins like ink in water and guiding him toward one of the beds. JD had a brief flash of clarity, realizing he was about to be tucked in. Child, his brain scolded. He ignored it, toeing off his shoes and folding himself under the thin blankets.
Dr. Cox sat on the edge of the bed, half on and half off. The sight of his profile, curved forehead, elegant nose, full lips, strong jaw, outlined against the navy darkness behind him took JDās breath away. With all the running and the shoulder touching and closeness, he hadnāt even taken a moment to question why Dr. Cox hadnāt already put his foot up JDās ass. Before he could dwell on it, let alone say anything, Perryās fingers were in his hair and every one of JDās brain functions stalled.
āItās been a while since this job got to you, huh? Yeah I think youāre about due for a breakdown.ā
His throat felt thick. Despite finally being in bed, off duty, off his feet, JD felt less like relaxing and more like crying.
āNow, me, I had mine last week, a few days after Jordan finally decided to leave for good. So Iām a solid rock. Whatever you need, Newbie, Iām here.ā
All he could do was nod.
Dr. Cox sighed, the soothing motion of his fingers combing through JDās hair as steady as his presence ever was. āWhat Iām saying there, Newbie, is that thereās no shame in letting go and breaking down, as long as youāre still ready to put your dukes up the next day and take some more punches.ā
So he let go.
He had cried in front of his reluctant mentor several times, but never like this. These werenāt angry tears or exhausted tears or frustrated tears. These were all of the above, shoved down for god knows how long. And Dr. Cox endured it, scratching gently at the short hairs on the back of his neck and not saying a word. Minutes passed, and JD felt his mind coming back to him, along with the clarity he needed to be embarrassed. He sat up, shoving the heels of his hands into his eyes as if trying to force the tears to stop flowing. Dr. Cox gripped his wrists and pulled them away.
āSorry,ā JD said. Whether he was apologizing for the tears or the self-abuse, he did not know. He reclaimed his hands, which felt heavier than he remembered, and lifted the sleeve of his scrubs to wipe his eyes.
āMaggie, if you didnāt gather from my highly out of character kind speech from before your little sobfest that you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, Iāll repeat it in a way that you can understand.ā Perry gripped JDās chin, and oh how he wanted that to be real affection. āThis. Place. Sucks. And no matter how thick your skin is, this hellhole is going to get to you. Bottling it up will drive you crazy, Newbie. Take it from someone who knows.ā
ā...Thank you.ā
āOf course.āĀ
Of course. What an odd response to a thank you. As if JD shouldnāt expect anything less.
It was then that JD realized that Perry had let go of his chin, but their faces were still achingly close. He could feel Perryās breath on his lips, beckoning him closer. It was so tempting to reach forward and kiss him, not in some fireworks display first kiss full of romance novel heat and passion, but to just kiss him once on the lips, once on the neck, and just fall asleep in his arms as if theyād been lovers for years.
The unusual comfort and warmth was getting to him. He was drunk on the affection and everything felt so twisted, but he was spellbound, unable to move away. Only closer.
And closer
And closer
Andā
Dr. Cox put a hand on his chest. āNewbieāā
āNo,ā he interrupted firmly. āNo more excuses.ā
And just like that, they connected. It wasnāt a fireworks display, but it wasnāt familiar either. It was easy, natural, electric. Like he was meeting Perry Cox for the first time. It was that final sprint, pushing everything he had into gaining seconds. It almost snuck up on him. One second he was enjoying the scent of Perryās cologne up close and the next they were gripping each otherās faces, enraptured by the taste of one another. For a few unending moments, they couldnāt get enough of each other. For a few brief infinites, they gave into the absolute irresistibility of one another, the magnetism that they had fought for so long. And like magnets, they clicked into place.
And then they parted, slowly, achingly. Their lips hovered centimeters apart as they tried to breathe in one last taste.
JD pursed his lips, his head swimming as he fought for the courage to speak. āIā¦ā just do it, Dorian. āUm, I have feelings for you.ā
A tense pause. And then, he laughed. Doctor Cox actually laughed, and JD froze.
āThatās your glorious love confession?ā Perry said, still grinning against his lips. āāI have feelings for you?ā Surely after years of pining you can come up with something better than that.ā
JD felt like an idiot. Of course. Of course Doctor Cox didnāt reciprocate. This is why he didnāt say anything for so long, because he knew it would turn out this way. All thought was replaced with action. He panicked and pulled Perry in for another passionate kiss, one he couldnāt escape from. Just keep kissing, pretend it never happened.
He seemed to gain ground for a moment before Perry shook off his surprise and pulled away, ducking another attack.Ā
āJD,ā He said. āI have feelings for you too, theyāre complicated, messy feelings, but thereās no use denying them anymore.
JD felt the breath leave his body. āReally?ā
A chuckle and a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. āGive me a chance to speak before you panic next time.ā
Next time. There would be a next time. JD had been waiting for this moment since the first day of his internship. Perry Cox was confessing his feelings while kissing him in the on-call room, and suddenly he couldnāt wipe the smile off his face. They clicked into place once again, grinning against each otherās lips. JD sprung forward, and they fell together, tumbling and laughing and kissing and feeling and lifting shirt hems and grabbing skin andāĀ
āNot here, Newbie.ā The nickname had never sounded so sweet. āNot now.ā He granted JD a kiss. āSoon, I promise. But not in this dump.ā
JD wanted so badly to protest, but he was so goddamn tired, and Perryās arms looked so inviting. His face fit perfectly in the crook of his harm, and fingers came to ruffle his hair briefly, but JD didnāt let them leave. Perry chuckled and obeyed, gently scratching at JDās scalp until his eyes could barely stay open.Ā
Every shift at the hospital felt like a race, filled with hills and obstacles. But Perry...Perry had been a marathon. And it felt so good to cross the finish line.
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Somebody Sure As Hell Messed Up (Part 4)
(In which Music Meister, nee Dennis Prowell, and The Toyman, rarely known as Winslow Schott, have a revealing conversation over board games.)
"I like to know as much information as I can. It helps things run smoothly." said the Toyman.
Dennis took a deep breath in, then out. No theatrics this time. "Fine. You want the real story. Here it is.ā
ā...This was a team effort: I was showing her a night on the town. After that whole 2000 scare I just thought a day to celebrate the New Year was what she needed. What I said about breaking in was true. We were stealing ... miscellaneous goods when your bowl arrived. It wasn't until the building started to crumble apart when she pushed me into the hand though. So there it is. Are you happy?"
"Really? She actually pushed you? That's something I'd expect her to do to me, not you. You two were supposedly pretty chummy." Winslow leaned in.Ā "Goes to show you, she's a dangerous one."
"Well I would've expected Lyle to be more of the type to do such a thing. But I softened him up. I suppose I just didn't have enough time to get close to Darci. At least not to the point of being as chummy as you'd think." Dennis made a meek attempt to whistle to fill in the silence, but the mic on him kept making the pitch off key and weird. Definitely something he stopped a few seconds in. "I doubt she'll come over for some tea. You got no use keeping me around if that's the case."
"Oh she'll come. I've got my best man on it right now. And you'll be staying for a while. I can't help but be a little suspicious, you know? And we can keep each other company until our little reunion!" said Winslow, failing to hide the excitement in his voice.
"Suspicious? Me? Perish the thought."Ā Shit. You blew it, Prowell. Dennis bared a smile that was more than a little ingenuine. "So. We're going to 'keep each other company?'"
"Naturally! I haven't had a guest over in a very long time. Tell me, do you like board games?"
A very long time, huh? "Board games are fun." Dennis tried to match Winslow's energy. In truth, Dennis was much more fond of scrapbooking news articles about crime than he had been about board games when he was a child. The only board game he's truly interested in is D&D, but that was neither here nor there.
"I have quite a few, but be warned! I've had a lot of time to practice." One of the doors to the room slid open to reveal a tall shelf full of colorful boxes.
"Ah, well! It looks like you've got a lot of things to keep us occupied. Ha." God. I wish Hartley were here...
"How about Battleship? Or Chutes and Ladders?" Winslow hopped down off of his chair and went to the shelf to peruse the collection. "Or maybe Connect Four?"
Yeah... Hart's just the person I'd want to see right about now. "Now, Battleship's something I know haha!"
"Oh boy! Sounds good to me!" He grabbed the box from the shelf and took his seat again,Ā pulling the screens out of the box and sliding one down to Dennis. Winslow began setting up his side.
Dennis followed suit. "So you haven't had a friend over in a long time?"
"No, not since Peter. And I can't even remember the time before that. Mostly, it's just me and the friends I make myself. Uh, just say when you are ready."
He gave a thumbs-up in response. "G7. Merkel? Oh! He's been over at Sel's a couple of times. Very fond of Twister I've heard." Dennis then stopped for a moment. "Wait, then how did you meet Darci? Was it a henchgirl for hire gig gone to pot?"
"M-miss; J4" Toymanās voice stammered as he placed a piece in his water. "You... you don't know do you? That's... kinda funny actually. You haven't noticed anything, well, peculiar about her, have you?"
"Hit. B2. No, nothing that would warrant suspicion. But that's coming from a Gotham resident. Maybe that sort of stuff flies past me." He stopped, just for a moment. "Then she's got something wrong with her, huh?"
"Oh no, she's perfect." He paused.Ā "Well, correction: she was a little bit more rebellious than I expected. Hit! J5."
"Miss. B3" Rebellious, he says. Rebellious. Sure you can call a student or criminal rebellious. But a lover? Not unless you got something wrong with your own methods...Ā "Is that so?"
"Hmmm, Hit. You sunk my destroyer! J3?" said Toyman, considering his move. "You think you've got someone figured out, and they go and manage to turn your life topsy-turvy. I just don't know how she did it, but oh boy, did she."
"Hit. A1. You could say that about anybody though. Everybody's kinda got layers to them you know. Like tree rings. Or cake."
"Miss. J2. I suppose that's true, but she really isn't just anybody."
"Hit. A5. Then who is she?"
"She is mine." said Toyman, pointedly, before clearing his throat. āAhem. Miss. H3."
... Noted. "I'll rephrase the question. What was she like to you? Miss. F6."
"At the start, she was my perfect doll. Then a switch was flipped, and she fled. Eventually, that Big Blue Bully got jealous when I tried to get her back, but we fled together. I thought it would be different, or rather back to the way things were, but she was just as manipulative as she was when she left. Hit. J1."
"Hit. The ship has sunk. F5." ... This bitch is lonely. If I connect the pieces together, then he's probably been wallowing in his misery ever since. "That sure sounds rough. I totally get it. Is there anything you've done for yourself since she left?"
"Oh, you know. Just a lot of work around here. Trying to stay busy. I started my blog, but that didn't really pan out...Miss. E7?"
"Hit. C9." Bingo. "Maybe you could benefit from getting out more. I mean more than just a blog. Get some friends with different perspectives. Live a little. You discover more about yourself that way."
"I don't know where to begin with something like that.ā replied Toyman plainly. āIt's not like someone like me can just go out and try to chat with random people. People would take one look at me and want to run. It might be different over in Gotham, but over here, they would never. Miss. F6."
"You started off with your blog. And that got Peter to talk to you. That was a good starting point.
Ā Maybe you could do the same thing. But you know. Without any alias or villain names. Then you wouldn't limit the people who share your niche interests to just rogues. Hit. C4"
"Miss, G7, And I don't think I can. I'm not much else but "The Toyman" anymore. I've devoted my entire life to get revenge on one man, and some alien takes him out before I got to try again. I'm not sure I am who I was anymore because I've been me for so very long."
"Hit. You sunk my ship. G1." Maybe that's why Darci ran off. Tch. "Then... Let's start off even smaller. Yeah. Bake the layers of your cake before you make the frosting! We'll just have to find some hobbies that click. Then we can go from there."
"Well, obviously I like toys. Uhhh, mechanical engineering? And movies.ā He seemed curious, despite the mask. āMiss. C3"
"I'm sure there's plenty of other people out there who like movies and engineering too. Ever thought about joining a STEM group? Miss. F7."
"Hit. C9? There probably are, but what if they don't like me, or they find out who I am?"
"Hit. F8. If they're really your friends they wouldn't care, would they?" replied Dennis easily, although as his words settled in, he couldnāt help but wonderā¦Ā I'm sure there's going to be someone to get me out of here. Hopefully not Darciā¦ What if they've already forgotten about me? Or that they wanted me gone this whole time and they're celebrating my death as the minutes pass by? ...But that couldn't be the case. Almost everybody loves me!...Right?
"Hit. C10...I'm... not sure I want to talk about this anymore." murmured Toyman, presumably glancing away. "Do... do you like any movies?"
"Hit. F9." It's your funeral. "Oh, sure I like movies." Dennis smiled.
"Hehehe! Miss! C8? Do you have a favorite movie? O-or maybe a favorite genre?"
"Hit. E9, andā¦ I only ever liked Quentin Tarantino flicks." he replied, with a blissful smile to accompany his lie. "I've always been enamored by the harsh reality of crime. It's just so intoxicating. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Miss. C7? Really? That's quite an interesting revelation about you, Mr. Prowell. I would have pegged you as just a musical fan, but that's what I get for assuming. I must admit it might not completely be my cup of tea, but I did enjoy Pulp Fiction."
"Hit. G9. Oh yeah! Crime's always been a big part of my life. My folks have always been a big inspiration for me when it comes to that."
"Miss. C6. Really? Your parents were criminals, then?"
"Hit. E5. Of course. Fine upstanding people they are. Looong before Big Blue came to town. Their old names were Songbird and Fireball. That ring any bells?"
"Miss. C6. They sound familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it."
"You already played C6. Tch...They were part of an underground gang way back when. But they quit that sort of work before I came along. Never told me why though. Which is strange..."
"Oh, silly me. I meant to say C5. Hmmm... Where were they out of?"
"Hit. You sunk my ship. A8, and...The Intergang, I think. That place used to be big on recruiting metas back in the day. I know that for sure."
"They were INTERGANG? I don't blame them for leaving. Miss. D10."
"Yeah it had something to do with a mix up that led to members getting killed. Least that's what my Pop told me. But my kidnapping was when my folks were especially put off by the business. The first one. Miss. D1"
"'Mix-up?' I wouldn't be surprised if that's just what Mannheim said to cover his tuchus. I still wish I could have been the one to finally stop that bully. Miss. B10"
"Wait, you were after Manheim? Which one?"
"Bruno. That awful devil sent my father to prison and ruined my entire life."
"I was fucked over by Moxie Manheim! Damn old coot must be in his grave by now... Anyways! You know how there's an initiation to join?"
"Ha! Well, it's a small world after all! I think I heard something about it somewhere. Why?"
"Yeah, well... Moxie didn't really enjoy that Songbird and Fireball ditched the Intergang to start a family, so he decided to keep tabs on them. Their weaknesses and all that. Now, Moxie also had some new recruits lined up waiting to be official members." Dennis leaned in, conspiratorial.."He's got a big criminal brain as you know, so he thought it'd be real wise to make me a part of the initiation. Killing two birds with one stone, as they say."
"D-did they do it?" asked Toyman, on the edge of his seat.
"Of course they did it! Stole me away while my folks were vulnerable! Nothing much I could've done, figuring this was back in 1977." Dennis collected himself. "But they weren't having it! This was the last straw, Winslow!" He held up his index finger rather righteously. "And you know what happened?"
Winslow leaned closer in anticipation. "What?"
"They snuck in there and took me back! But not without a musical number first!" said Dennis proudly. Plain as day, he looked up to his parents: it showed in the glow of his smile.
"That must have been an absolute delight to see. So, you inherited your powers from a parent? Songbird, I presume? What could Fireball do?"
"She shoots a flare gun." he grinned.Ā
"Truly fascinating! Um, also, it's still your turn. B10. Was that the last they heard from Mannheim and company?"
"Miss. B10. Oh no. not at all. A bunch of failed attempts were made afterwards. And well, since Moxie's departure, Bruno was the guy looking out to see if they were any trouble. But now that Bruno's dead and Vito doesn't really care. There's some peace." Something, just then, just clicked into Dennis' mind. And oh how ironic it was. "Until now."
"Miss. B5.ā sighed Toyman. "If you are referring to me, please don't be so dramatic. I mean you no harm, unless you mean it to me. I only want a little incentive for Darci to come here. And if she pushed you into my robot's clutches like you said, perhaps her final capture will be something you can relish as well."
"Miss, B5...Hmmmm.ā thought Dennis, smiling a bit. "Well... I just find it hilarious that out of all the villains who I fall into the clutches of, it had to be the one that happens to despise the Manheims the most." He started fidgeting with a red piece in his hand. "Call it a hunch, but this seems a lot like destiny."
"It was quite the coincidence! As I said earlier, it's a small world. I might not say destiny, but who knows? Miss, D5?"
"Miss. E2. Well, nothing's impossible, kid."
"Miss. I8...Perhaps." Winslow fell silent, awkward.
"Miss. H1...For someone called the Toyman, you're not much of an optimist are you?"
"Miss. H8. For someone named Music Meister, you're not much of a musical film fan."
"It's not my fault that musicals are better on the stage." He smirked. āMiss. J6. Much more of an experience, you know? To go out and see something like that live and in the present."
"Miss. I9. I... see your point. But you're right, optimism isn't my strong suit anymore..."
"Anymore? Then that means there was a point in time where you were an optimist!" There's still hope!
"When I was a kid, sure. But after my father was sent away, well, it hasn't been very easy."
"Have you been to therapy for that?"
"No, my foster families never wanted to pay for something like that."
"But your foster families don't control you anymore, you're a free man! If you're able to afford it, at least give it a try."
Winslow buries his masked head into his hands. "But can a wanted man like myself just waltz into some therapist's office without a dozen people calling the police on him?"
"People wouldn't recognize you without...the mask, would they?" asked Dennis, curious.
He looks up with a shrug. "I'm 4' 10", and have a rather distinct voice. They might not know my face, but they still might know me. If I'm lucky, then everything would be fine, but if I'm not, then I might be in a lot of trouble.ā
"Jeez, Metropolis has got some shit health care, doesn't it? If that's what's keeping you from healing... Hmm." Dennis tried to come up with an appropriate counter argument.
āI9. Being a supervillain isn't all it's cracked up to be."
"...But being an actor is! I've got it! And it's brilliant! Maybe we can't do much about your height, but you can do something about your voice and movement!...Oh. Sorry. Miss. H3."
"C-come again?" Toyman was genuinely surprised. "I don't... I'm not really... um...Miss. G2."
"Yeah, okay. You'd have to practice speaking from your diaphragm, but that's gonna be a sinch cause you got a performer around!" Dennis pondered. "Maybe change the names a bit for this new persona... That'd work so you wouldn't have to lie in therapy per se. We all know that goes nowhere."
Dennis made a square with his index fingers and thumbs to frame Winslow.
"I can totally see your persona now Winn! Hit! I10!"
"I'm not... sure... what you're talking about? I.....?" flustered the Toyman before sighing. "Miss. F2."
"You seem so deadset on people hating you, right?Ā And the inability to socialize and get proper therapy is what's holding you back from being a healthy and paranoid free individual, right?Ā
So, we just need to make you a persona so people won't know you're the Toyman! So people won't āhateā you! It's a genius plan! I swear!" smiles Dennis, putting heavy finger quotes on the word hate, asĀ he genuinely didn't believe that everyone everyone hates him. āOh! Hit! F10."
"I don't think... Let me just say: I don't want to be anyone else. I am me, no matter how awful my life has been, I can't really change it. If I try to make a new me, that can only take me so far before I just go back to being me. I can't make people stop disliking or fearing me. But I have been trying to change the way I go about what I do. I wanted to stop Mannheim from ruining any more families' lives, and I want to help make sure no more families are robbed of their lives because of some self-centered sneak!" Winslowās voice slowly rose to a shriek, before he finally settles back down into his chair with another sigh. "Miss. H2."
After a brief pause, Dennis gently pat Winslow in the shoulder. "You're gonna lose your voice if you keep yelling like that." sighed Dennis kindly. "I get that you're trying to be noble and save families and whatnot, but if you keep going about this like a self-deprecating martyr, then soon there won't be much left of you to save any families. Hit. I4."
He shrinks away from the first pat, but eases on the following. "...Yeah, I suppose. But at least I did help, right? Miss. I2."
"Yeah. Yeah you did. Hit. H2."
There was a pause as Winslow looked down at the table. Without looking up, he muttered āHit. E2...and...thanks."
There's the ticket. Actually, this timeā¦ "No! Noo! It's just what friends do." A warm, glowing smile swept across Dennisā face. "If you really think people won't like you, then I won't push it anymore. But I like you. I like your motives too. So don't stress about it that much."
"Y-you like me? I'm your friend?"Ā said Winslow, genuinely taken aback.
"Of course!" Dennis said, minimizing the situation.
"I... I've always wanted a... a real friend..."
"If you wanted a friend, then why didn't you just ask?" Dennis gave Winslow that same warm glowing smile as he stood up.
Winslow sat still for a couple seconds before his emotions did finally catch up to him. He sobbed slightly but collected himself quickly. "Thank you so much!" he said, much happier than he'd sounded before. "So...E2?"
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Fanfic Authors Tag Game
I was tagged by @tottwritesfanfic, thank you!
AO3 name(s):Ā Iām ahiddenpath on both FF.net and AO3 Fandoms:Ā Digimon.Ā Thatās it xD Number of fics:Ā Uh... 12.Ā But they range in length from 2,000 to over 400,000 words x_x
Iāll throw the questions below the cut!
1. Fic I spent the most time on:
Iād guess Growing Up with You, since itās the longest.
2. Fic I spent the least time on:
Definitely So You Were Alive, which I wrote and posted in under two hours.Ā I had a brain itch and just wanted to scratch it, stat xD
3. Longest fic:Ā Ā 4. Shortest fic:
See above xD
5. Most hits:
Oh, uh...Ā Let me check my FF legacy stats.Ā Okay, itās Growing Up with You, which makes sense, as it has the most chapters.Ā Ā
6. Most kudos:
Oh hmm :/Ā Sadly, I didnāt start posting on AO3 until much later than FF.net, and it only has a few of my stories (due to FF.net blocking the story port option).Ā After August has the most.
7. Most comment threads:
Four Years has the most reviews!Ā Man, I miss my readers for that one.
8. Favorite fic I wrote:
Auuughhh hmm...Ā I think After August is myĀ ābestā story, somehow?Ā It explores trauma from different perspectives, and I learned a lot from it and hashed out some of my own thoughts and feelings on the subject.Ā From a technical stance, itās one of the few stories Iāve written with a plan for every chapter from the start and a single, focused theme.Ā I think itās really impressive and heartfelt and just...Ā
But that doesnāt mean itās my favorite?Ā Like, itās a heavy story, naturally, and Iām often not in the mood for it.Ā Ā
I know that Growing Up with You was... emotionally important to some readers?Ā It ran about 423K words from 2012-2017, so a lot of the readers actually... did... grow up with it!Ā Iāll still receive the odd message from someone saying something like,Ā āI READ THIS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND NOW IāM READING IT AGAIN IN COLLEGE ITāS LIKE COMING HOMEā and then...Ā I cry?Ā Or theyāll run into Eimi again in another story and be like, āITāS EIMI, I REMEMBER HER FROM MIDDLE SCHOOL,ā and itās just a torrential downpour of feels on my end.
I donāt know why people love this one so much...Ā Maybe itās a mixture of the length and the run time + how earnest I was while writing it?Ā My early writing under this pen name was...Ā NOT Pacha meme-able...Ā But I was going through a lot and trying to figure things out with a story, and I think maybe people felt that and responded to it?Ā Like, GUWY is a mess, but itās...Ā An honest, earnest mess.
But my personal fave stories these days are about the Chosen as adults, so I gotta throw Seeking Resonance a nod!
9. Fic you want to re-write:
Augh, Growing Up with You.Ā I started it in 2012 and didnāt see the Japanese subbed until...Ā I dunno, 2014 or 2015, when I was already like 200-300K in.Ā Itās a nightmare!Ā The Chosen ages are wrong, the honorifics, forget it, itās got that awfulĀ āJapanese human names + English digimon namesā mess...Ā Ā
And then, at some point, I watched the Japanese sub on Netflix and made a story bible for it, and it was fine.Ā But there was a lot of not fine before that, lol!Ā And thatās all before I get into actual editing and changes Iād like to make!
The trouble with rewrites is that, as long as you are writing, youāll improve.Ā That means that you might want to rewrite everything again in six more years.Ā That makes me wonder if itās worth it to go back, or if Iām better served by producing new things and seeing how far Iāve come.
10. Share bit of a WIP or a story idea youāre planning on:
Oh oh oh!Ā I have a page on my blog devoted to future story ideas!Ā I donāt know if pages work on mobile, though.Ā Ā
And thatās all!Ā Uhhh please feel free to send asks if you have any questions about my fanfics and writing (either existing or upcoming)!Ā Ā
I am contractually obligated to tag, so Iāll tag people who I know write fanfics: @fizzingwizardāĀ @firstagentā @skuagāĀ But please donāt feel pressured!
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4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that youāre really proud of (explain why, if you like)
Iād love to share original work but I am, as always, notoriously cagey, so:
Letās go with a classic from Not As Simple--Ā āLike static,ā he admits softly. āLike memory undone. Every time I think I know, I forget.ā
I canāt really explain why I love this line so much? I mean...itās obvious I do, itās my freaking blog header. I guess I just love the wording of it--what is more terrifying, or more beautiful, than memory undone? To know something and then lose it, over, and over, and over. Itās the essence of Not as Simple to me--that horror of loss, and that love despite it. Itās a theme I think pops up a lot in my work in general.
17.Ā Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?
As much as I love the concept of just beaming my intentions with my work into peopleās brains, I think itās inevitable people will perceive my work differently than I do. Itās something I seem to struggle with a lot in my original work--though sometimes I honestly wonder how much of that is on me and how much of it is just that my classmates are kind of just...skimming it.Ā
I think my fanfiction readers are much more willing to engage with my work on its level--though maybe it helps that fanfiction largely plays in other peopleās worlds that are already fully constructed. I do think I probably come off as a different, perhaps more confident writer than I am, though. I am an incredibly anxious person--I kind of live in a constant paranoia Iāll fuck up something in my work Big Time, either story wise or like...by writing something Problematic, and Iāll let people down and let myself down. This affects me most in my original work, but people would probably be surprised how much it affects my fanfiction as well. Sometimes itās retroactive--especially since a lot of my older fanfics I wrote without much forethought as a teenager (or, once, as a very drunk teenager)--but I worry about them to this day. Iāve considered deleting or orphaning multiple works--including SLAOS, believe it or not--because I just...worry intensely about them. Iām not very good at goingĀ āitās fanfiction, I wrote this as a teenager, of course itās imperfect or silly or slightly problematic on accident, it happens. I can own up to that.ā Iām terrified of hurting people with my work, even if I know itās an inevitability because thereās so many people in this world and theyāre all so different.Ā And one of my greatest fears in life is that Iāve ruined my life/career already, because I wrote some dumb fanfic as a teenager that one day will come back to haunt me in some way I didnāt foresee.
Man that got stupidly heavy, huh...uhhh. Hereās something more cheerful! My readers would probably be surprised how much my stories can evolve as I write them. Not As Simple, for example, I went in with many ideas, esp concerning the fallen children, but a good 2/3s of Act 2 developed as I wrote it. It wasnāt planned when I started the story at all.
21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)
Honestly Iām a super visual person--and Iāve been told that comes out in my writing a lot. I think if I was a better visual artist than I am, I would have been drawn to comics or animations as a teenager as my Way of Storytelling, rather than prose--which has always come much more naturally to me in terms of vague skill others will acknowledge lol.Ā
In a perfect world, though, god Iād love to see animated series of several of my original story concepts. Iād settle for self-illustrated novels, but unless my art improves a lot in the coming years, thatās never going to happen. Luckily, my girlfriend is an aspiring filmmaker, so I might get film adaptions of some of my work through sheer nepotism.Ā
23. Whatās the story idea youāve had in your head for the longest?
Hm. Hm. Amongst my original work...I developed a concept for an elementals-based fantasy series in middle school I still think Iāll come back to one day (not remotely related to Avatar so donāt come for my ass). But amongst projects actually near the writing stage? The novel Iām planning to work on after I finish my short story collection. I developed the idea for it when I was around 14--it was inspired by my move to Seattle, the decade-long childhood friendship that fractured upon that move, and my queer Realization in high school.
Amongst my fanfics--Not As Simple, totally. Shit I was...16 when I began developing and writing that? And Iām freaking 21 now. Kill me.Ā
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Yay, well let's try this. Been a minute since I've done one but let's go.
Tagged by @aelaer at a date I honestly don't know. Just saw it in my Noti's.
1) Birthday- April 27th
2) Zodiac Sign- Taurus
3) Height- I'm short, like 5'3 if I remember correctly. Something close to that at least. I've stopped hoping I'll grow
4) Last song I listened to: Oh gods, uhhh, "Who am I" by RIELL & Besomorph or "Lemon Boy" by Cavetown. Not sure which one bc I use both Youtube and Pandora for music.
5) Hobbies: Oh boy, I don't have many and I never really do anything but Writing, Painting objects, reading, and maybe you can put social media here. To go further indepth I've been writing for a REALLY long time now but after those initial 2ish years I've been in almost constant writers block due to A) no encouragement or intrest shown unless by my parents B) Friends who normally tell me to stop ["Why are you always writing so much, why not go out and do something" "Oh, I'll read it later." *never brings it up nor asks to read anything* "Why would we care about this?" and so on. Only have one non-family member and he is a fucking angel] and C) I hate everything promptly 3 seconds after I 'finish' it and have no one to convince me otherwise before I delete it :) As for painting it's more of a "I'm stressed" hobby in which I'll buy something from hobby lobby or dollar tree and jaut paint it with random colors. Reading is self explanatory, I have 40+ tabs of fanfic and collections along with like 3 book series I'm working though. Needless to say it's my main hobby.
6) Favorite Color: Hard decision, I fluctuate between those rich deep purples and blues and a wine color. Constanrly I always love black though so pick one of the four.
7) Last Movie I watched: Gods, I watched "Remeber the Titians" a frw weeks ago with Aya, her sister, a Jon so probably that. Hardly watch movies at all.
8) Favorite book: Hard to say, I really have a hard time picking favorites like that. The "Shades of Magic" series by V. E. Schwab was really good so far (haven't finished the last half of the last book) but st the same time I've loved the Artemis Fowl books by Eoin Colfer for years now. There's also "19 souls" by J. D. Allen which kept me on the edge of my seat until the very end. So one of those I guess.
9) Dream Job: I have no clue. When I was small I always said Geologist, from the time I was able to remember until about 10. From there I said Author to appease everyone but that's a hard career choice and with how I am impossible. Ever since I stopped wanted to eb a geologist though it's been up in the air. Psychology and Philosophy always interested me but with no one to encourge me into starting it it's just lurked in the back of my mind. So yeah, guess this can be answered as N/A
10) Meaning behind me URL: Okay this one is pretty simple. So for reasons I can't remember my first oc (outside of Kitsume, which was a one off cosplay) was named Nekonome Lilyith. Found out later that Nekonome came from an anime and no clue where Lilyith came from, but 97% sure I heard it somewhere and it stuck. Spelt it wrong, supposed to be "Lillith" or something like that but I love it and name most of my accounts that. Either "Nekonome Lilyith", "Quin Marly" or, if I share it with Aya, "Aya Dream". Name just holds a close place in my heart since I've meant so many fantastic people using it and, hell, even made myself under it. A lot of my personality has come from the internet in a good way so, yeah.
So, Tagging. No need to reply/play/whatever. Just tagging blogs I'm always on or are run by people I know. Love you guys btw ^^ @snarkyship @80spunkwhore @rabentochter @quietlyapocalyptic
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what would be the use in becoming a symbol of walking desolation? awash in multiple griefs, elaborating on anguish. even if i never get to see you again, iāll know that when we collided we both broke each other open.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā -mount eerie, love without possessionĀ
i guess itās been four months since iāve sat down to write an actual blog. i figured i should at least try to get something out before the new year.Ā
iāve tried to write an update a few times over the last couple of months, but every time i tried to write something, itās just aggressively sad. like that one st. vincent lyricā i try to write you a love song, but it comes out a lament. and while an aggressively sad tone is appropriate to how iāve been feeling, iāve been trying to bring less sad energy to the table. (a surprise to everyone, because sad energy is my entire brand).Ā
I planned to get this blog up by january 1st. and then i kept putting it off. hence why this starts off saying things like, āi guess itās been four months,ā and āi figured i should at least try to get something out before the new year.ā today is february 4th, which means itās officially been a year and a half since nathan died.Ā
in the last few weeks, iāve been under a lot of stress. iām juggling three jobs right now, and somehow still donāt make enough money to survive. iām sure that at this point, iāve described to you my bona-fide money saving technique. itās called āi only eat three days a week because itās too expensive to feed myself every day,ā sometimes, i get lucky, and get the scraps from events at work, and thatās literally like the one (1) thing i look forward to.Ā
iām still out here searching for a salary (and health insurance) and hopefully, by my birthday, iāll have that. but weāll see, the job search has been uhhhā¦..abysmal to say the least.Ā
anyways, in the midst of being stressed, iāve realized that i really donāt think about nathan all the time like i used to. sometimes iāll go like two days before iām reminded of him. the other day, i was like āam i a bad person because of this?ā and like, logically, i know that itās totally normal, but on the other hand, i canāt help but feel guilty because of it sometimes. i feel a sense of responsibility to exist as a reminder of āhey, this person existed, and they mattered,ā and while i realize thatās a huge weight to put onto myself, i feel like if i donāt, then who will?Ā
last night, i was reading house of leaves (which, despite owning a copy since high school, iāve actually never read it before) and i found nathanās bookmark (a ticket from a baseball game he went to right after he moved to new york) in it, from when i let him take a few of my books when he moved to nyc. i got weirdly emotional and was like āwow what a fun coincidence to find this item of nathanās that iāve never seen before in my life on the 1.5 year anniversary of him dying.ā iām not saying iām superstitious, but maybe i am a little stitious.Ā
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since the last time i wrote a blog, iāve kept notes on my phone every time something happens that i feel holds some sort of importance- so hereās whatās been in my notes since august 4th.Ā
august 24, 2019. 4:17am
when i went into work on august 5th, a coworker of mine asked how i was doing. i was doing alright. the anniversary of nathanās death really didnāt hit me too hard. i assumed i would have a huge nervous breakdown, and i didnāt.Ā
then my coworker, whoād also lost a partner, told me, āi hate to sound negative and be the one to tell you this but the second year is a lot harder than the first.ā
thatās what iād been reading online for months, but to hear someone say it to my face i was just likeā¦ oh shit.Ā
and so far, the second year has been harder.Ā
iāve officially been out on my own for a month now.Ā
the best part about having depression is that no matter where you are, you still have depression. i donāt know why i was expecting moving to just alleviate all of my sadness when i know that iāll always find a way to be miserable wherever i am.Ā
itās nice to be out of abilene and at least have the option of opportunity, but i basically just spend all of my free time asleep or crying.Ā
as the ancient oracle, britney spears, once said- āmy loneliness is killing me.ā
now that iāve started getting into a routine, iām starting to feel that hole in my life again.Ā
iām on the same schedule that i was when i lived in new york, almost.Ā
when we lived in new york, i would leave for work around 4, iād get home around 11:30, and then nathan and i would hang out until around 4am, and then go to bed. the next day, heād usually wake me up at a normal time, (or at least 2 hours before i had to be at work).Ā
and now i have to leave for work around 4:30, i get home around 11, and when i come home iām just alone. and i lay in bed until iām finally exhausted enough to fall asleep, usually around 5am. and then i wake up ten minutes before i have to go to work.Ā
i have been feeling this deep, existential sadness for awhile now. every night, i lay in bed and think about all of the conversations i wish i could revisit with nathan. all of the things i wish iād said. i relive all of my favorite moments of ours. i am still so desperate to feel close to him again.Ā
i cannot remember a time in my life when i was excited to wake up. i cannot remember a time when i looked forward to my future. in fact, when i think about my mental health as a child, the only thing i remember is one time when i was 12, my dad bought me tickets to see my favorite band. i was obviously so incredibly excited, and expressed the human emotion of joy, and my mother accused me of being on drugs because sheād ānever seen me act like that before.ā it was so surprising to her to see me happy that she literally thought i was on drugs.
iāve been like this for as long as i can remember, except for the two years that nathan and i were together. i was still so depressed when we lived together, but for the first time, i was looking forward to the future. for the first time, dealing with my depression seemed worth it. for the first time, putting effort into getting better made sense. Ā
for the first time in my life, i didnāt feel alone.Ā
and it took a lot of effort on nathanās part to make sure that i didnāt feel alone. the loneliness iāve always felt is like a self-fulfilling prophecy. i actively choose to retreat from friendships and relationships. i stop responding to texts. i hide away and cancel plans. itās my fault that i feel isolated- because i isolate myself. and nathan refused to let me do that. when i get stressed, i internalize everything and take it all on my own- and nathan would recognize when i was doing that and beg me to let him help. and i wouldnāt let him help. but he would still do it, because he knew what i needed without me asking and would just quietly provide it for me so that i wouldnāt lose my mind. and a lot of the time the help was just him actively sitting me down and reminding me that iām in fact, not alone. iāll never forget when i was so stressed after moving to new york because i was so poor, and nathan telling me that āitāll be okay. weāll figure it out.ā i never asked him for money, or for help, because i have too much pride for that. but even when i was working, i was struggling to make ends meet for myself, and he would sneakily do things like go to the grocery store and be like āoh hey, i was at the store today and just picked up some chicken for you so you donāt have to go yourself.ā there were a few times when i asked him to pick up something from the halal cart for me because i didnāt want to get out of bed and iād be like āthereās cash in my wallet just grab itā but instead of taking the money from my wallet, heād just get the food for me, and put the change he had leftover in my wallet for me to have.
but even past that, just emotionally, heād always reassure me that i wasnāt alone. as soon as he started to sense me doing the thing where i try to isolate myself, heād just cling to me even harder.Ā
hereās the thing: iām too tired to fight for myself, and i donāt have anyone thatāll fight for me the way that nathan did.Ā
august 29th, 2019. 5:32pm
so hereās the tea: i went on a date for the first time since nathan died. i went out last night, got drunk, got on bumble and agreed to go on a date this morning. so yeah, i was aggressively hungover, which is maybe not the best version of me for someone to meet- but itās the version i brought to the table nonetheless. and like, it was fine. well, up until the point he was trying to relate to me and my career in theatre and told me that his favorite musical is CATS. his favorite cat is the rum tum tugger, and he canāt wait to see the movie in december.Ā
itās not going to work out. CATS is an abomination and i refuse to spend time with anyone who disagrees with that statement.Ā
on a more serious note: i realized that i definitely donāt have the emotional capacity to date. i just canāt bring myself to care about anything anyone has to tell me about themselves. you have two sisters, your parents divorced when you were 8 and and you love CATS? zzzzzā¦.sorry, that was me blacking out for 7 minutes.Ā
yāknow, iām unsure about a lot of things in my life. like, donāt try to ask me what i want for dinner because i refuse to make a decision about anything. donāt ask me what my favorite movie is, or my favorite book. i have no idea, dude, sorry. BUT the one thing i have incredible clarity about is what i deserve in a relationship. i had impossibly high standards before nathan and i were together and now theyāre even higher- but thatās fine when you donāt have the emotional capacity to deal with scrubs to begin with.Ā
the other day, i found my journal that i kept in college. it starts in august of 2015, with the eulogy i wrote for my dadās funeral. an excerpt: ādespite me acting like an awful teen at times, he always was on my side. i think thatās what iāll miss the most. iāll miss having someone who had my back 100%. iāll miss having someone who was always making sure i was happyā¦ā and after reading that, i realized why my relationship with nathan was so successful. iāve always heard that āgirls always end up marrying someone like their dadā thing, and for the most part always chalked it up to weird patriarchal bullshit, but maybe thereās a little truth in it. because i definitely see some of my favorite things about my dad reflected in my favorite things about nathan.Ā
september 30, 2019. 1:09am
sometimes the saddest things must be sung.Ā
every time i try to write, itās impossible to say anything thatās not just āiām sad.ā i havenāt been feeling great lately. i just feel trapped in this infinite loop of sadness and itās so exhausting. i donāt like being like this. nathan would always get so frustrated with me when my depression was really bad, and iād always be like do you think this is fun for me??? do you think i like being like this??? do you think i wake up and want to be a goblin??? newsflash my dude, i donāt.Ā
hereās the thing: when nathan first died, i was sad all the time. but it made sense. i had a reason to be sad all of the time.Ā
but iām still sad all of the time. i wake up, iām sad for 10 hours and then i go to bed. and then i wake up, maybe go to work, come home and be sad until bedtime. itās a constant loop of sadness and i am so tired.Ā
nothing i do fulfills me. nothing satisfies me. i have neither purpose nor direction. iām tired. and iām sad.Ā
october 2nd, 2019. 7:34pm
i went to urgent care today- turns out i donāt have depression, i just have a torn ligament in my ankle.Ā
for context: i fell down the stairs at work the other day, crunched my ankle like it was an empty ozarka water bottle, and just wrecked my shit. i think this injury has me sadness spiraling a lot more than i normally do. now i get why nathan used to get so depressed whenever heād injure himself.
the first time i got really sick after nathan died, i was so sad. this is my first ever really bad physical injury- iāve never broken a bone or torn anything before, and iām really feeling the loss of nathan right now. like how am i supposed to feed myself when i can barely walk to the kitchen? whoās supposed to remind me to take my ibuprofen every few hours?Ā
senior year of college, i kept getting strep, and the only reason i didnāt die is because every 12 hours nathan would call me to make sure i took my antibiotics, even when i had to take them at 2am. i only have two voicemails from him saved on my phone and literally one of them is from 3am and heās like āhello wake up, your penicillin is calling, iām gonna keep calling you until you wake up.āĀ
even though spraining my ankle was a nightmare, it couldāve been worse. just think, if i was a framing device in an emily bronte novel, i would have just had to live at work for five weeks until it healed.
october 11th, 2019. 5:37pm
i havenāt been sleeping lately, and last night i fell asleep around 6am. the cold front had just blown in and it was raining and i finally fell asleep. before i went to bed, i cracked my windows open for the first time this year and when i woke up this morning it was chilly in my room. i woke up in a little cocoon of all of my blankets and pillows and for a moment, before i completely opened my eyes, it felt like i was back in new york, waking up with nathan on a fall wednesday morning. itās the little things.
october 25th, 2019. 2:19am
i keep thinking about all the things that have returned to me. all of the things that i gave to nathan that are back in my possession, tucked away in my room. like the grey ut shirt that was 3 sizes too big for me- so i gave it to him as a christmas present our first year together. he had been in new york for a semester, and he surprised me by coming to austin for new yearās- we hadnāt talked about christmas gifts or anything, but we ended up giving each other almost the exact same gift. he had gotten me a columbia sweater, and he slept in it for a few days before giving it to me, so it smelled like him. i did the exact same thing with that grey shirt. we couldnāt stop laughing when we exchanged the gifts because we were so amused that weād gotten the same thing for each other.Ā
after he died, that shirt was one of the few that i kept of his, he slept in it all the time when we lived together. it still smells like him.Ā
i donāt wear my rings anymore, but when i see them in the bottom of my jewelry box, i think about the day that i gave him the engagement ring. he was so afraid of me saying no if he were to propose to me, so i told him that when i knew iād say yes- iād give him the ring i wanted him to use. on our first anniversary, i was visiting him in new york, right before i flew back to texas, i left a letter on his desk, with the ring attached. it returned to me a year after that, on our second anniversary when he proposed.
the day after nathan died, i went through all of his stuff. mostly because i knew i was about to fly back to texas and i didnāt know when iād return to our apartment, so i wanted to collect all of his important documents that i didnāt want to lose. social security card, IDs, cards, passport, etc. but when i was digging through his backpack, i found a folder, where heād kept all of the letters and cards iād given to him throughout the years.
my personal favorite was an envelope that had two things in it: a sample size of the perfume that iāve always worn, and a letter that just said āfor when you miss me.ā i gave that to him before we were even together. it was during that weird ambiguous era of our relationship where we were too afraid to commit, but were definitely in too deep to not commit. every time i would leave his apartment, heād comment on how his pillows smelled like me, and how he missed me- right after he made his decision to go to columbia, we assumed we would never see each other again, so i gave him that letter.Ā
i was surprised to see all of those letters because that meant that he moved them from his apartment in abilene, to new york, to our apartment in new york, back to texas, and then to philly.Ā
so in turn, i moved them from philly, back to abilene, and now theyāre with me in a box in austin.Ā
and i hope that one day all of the love that i gave to nathan will return to me.Ā
november 4th, 2019. 12:31am
in the deepest, blackest night of despair if you can get just one pinhole of light, all of grace rushes in.
november 19th, 2019. 2:20am
iāve started taking up space again.
december 20th, 2019. 1:41pm
yāknow, iāve been doing pretty well for myself lately, and by that i mean that i havenāt had any major meltdowns. well, except for a couple of days ago. it was a christmas party, and as we all know- iām not great at being social. but i also never turn down an invitation, which is a strange combination of things that happen to exist at the core of my being. but luckily, i got a plus one. see, with a plus one, i have a buffer there. i can bring one of my more interesting friends to carry conversations for me and then by proxy i become more able to socialize because i have to expend less energy by having that buffer there. anyways the person i was bringing as my plus one cancelled two hours before the event which meant that i had no time to try to get someone else to come with me. and this threw me into a major breakdown. i didnāt even want to go to the party at this point, but i had spent so much money on an outfit that if i didnāt go i would have wasted like 60 dollars. and i sat there trying to put makeup on to go but i kept crying and ruining it and then i chugged three white claws before even showing up at the party and i didnāt eat beforehand because there was supposed to be food there but by the time i was done crying and arrived, there was nothing left and then i drank 5 glasses of wine because it was free and i have social anxiety, and somehow i made it through the night without making a fool of myself, which is a miracle.Ā
the thing is, i really donāt get upset about a lot of things. but if someone cancels or changes plans on me, especially plans that weād had set for at least a month in advance, i lose my god damn mind. there is historically nothing that upsets me more.Ā
but this time around, i realized that it really hurt me because it was the first time that i was confronted with the fact that i no longer have anyone in my life that prioritizes me. like, if nathan was begrudgingly my plus one to an event, he canāt get out of it- itās non-negotiable. but like, i donāt hold that level of importance in anyone elseās life- thereās always something more important to them and uhhhhh that feeling sucks.Ā
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and that was the last note i wrote in 2019. which brings us to january 2020. when i think about my relationship with nathan, i feel like january always ended up being a special month for us. in 2016, january was the first time i ever spent the night with nathan. in 2017, nathan came back to texas to see me for the new year, after weād been long-distance for five months. at the end of 2017, he went out of town for like three weeks, and i was miserable and all alone for the holidays, but in january 2018, his last day of vacation back home in abilene coincided with my first day of vacation back in abilene so we got to see each other for a little bit instead of having to go an entire month apart during the holidays.Ā
so i always end up getting weird and do a lot of reminiscing in january- but i feel like thatās kind of universal.Ā
like the #1 thing that everyone does is get all existential and contemplative when the new year hits.Ā
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in 2018, i never stopped moving. like a shark, i would have died if i stayed in one place for too long. and there i was in 2019, finally staying in one place.
it was a lot easier to ask for help when i had a reason to be sad. but now enough time has passed since nathan died that i feel like a burden when iām not doing well.Ā
in my blog post wrapping up 2018, i said that my goal was to be kinder to myself. i also said that 2019 was going to be for starting a new life.
and while iāve been no kinder to myself, at least iāve made strides in living in this new phase of my life. in 2019 i moved out of my motherās house, and back into my best friendās apartment in austin. i got 3 jobs. i cut off all of my hair and pierced my nose. i started taking up space again.Ā
a few weeks ago, a coworker of mine told me that she had also lost a partner before. but what stuck with me was when she said, āyou will never be the same. youāll be happy again, and youāll fall in love again- but youāll never be the same person againā
and iām realizing how true that is.Ā
i think one of the scariest scenarios is waking up one day and not remembering who you are. and thatās exactly what happened to me in 2018. i woke up one day without nathan and couldnāt remember who i was.Ā
one thing everyoneās been talking about lately is how this is the end of the decade, and i realized that nathan was in my life for the entire decade. he was in my life before the decade even started. and then when he died, i lost such a huge part of my identity. thereās a bearās den lyric thatās like āi donāt want to know who i am without you,ā and thatās what 2019 was for me.
kintsugi is the japanese art of fixing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with a lacquer mixed with powdered gold. iāve always been a vase held by shaky hands, constantly on the precipice of shattering- and in 2018 i was dropped. in 2019, iāve been finding tiny pieces of myself and trying to piece them back together to form a whole person again.Ā
recently, iāve been realizing all of the little pieces of me that are missing. like the part of me that used to be good at holding conversations with people. and the part of me that had the ability to be a person for more than like 3 hours a day. and the part of me that showed excitement about things. i donāt even know what things excite me anymore? do i have interests or hobbies? not really. one time, i described myself as a robot that powers off if i am not at work, and wow, what an apt description.
the other day, one of my friends called me out about how she can never tell if iām actually excited about something or not. my language is always very vague and even when iām really stoked about something, i rarely show excitement about it.Ā
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so now itās february 2020. itās been a year and a half since nathan died. iām feeling better. the other day, i came to the realization that i think my emotions have finally leveled off. iām back to my normal amount of unstable, rather than that really virulent level that i was at for awhile at the end of last year. it feels good to finally have a little bit of control back over my life. iāve finally really settled in at work, and iām starting to feel more confident in my capabilities.Ā
so what are my goals for 2020? i think the biggest thing is to find something that i care about. honestly, probably a big part of the reason why iāve been having such a hard time finding a Big Girl Job to settle into is because thereās just nothing that iām 100% passionate about. itās hard for me to find an answer other than āiām just trying to not die,ā whenever i get asked āso why do you want this job?ā i really want to find lasting stability this year. iām tired of not being able to enjoy anything because i donāt have money. whoever said money canāt buy happiness obviously was never poor because let me tell you, iād be a lot happier if i could afford to go out with my friends more often. or if i could likeā¦ā¦.eat 3 meals a day without feeling guilty for wasting food because i know i can live on just one meal a day.Ā
i also started doing a skincare routine that involves like 4 different serums and iāve been doing really well keeping up with doing it twice a day and if i could carry that energy through the rest of the year thatād be dope. i would make a comment about how iāve been going to the gym every day and how iām trying to have a 2020 glo-up but i was going to the gym every day for awhile but i havenāt been in like two weeks.Ā
also my chemical romance just reunited so i guess my other 2020 goal is to see them on this reunion tour.
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HDSKFJKS I completely understand but lucky for u I LOVE to talk !!
1) How are you?
Pretty good, actually!! Which is a nice change of pace. I went to Walmart with some friends yesterday and got a few things, baked a family recipe that my friends LOVE, and finally did my laundry (itās been a couple weeks we love depression and executive dysfunction dfhkjsfd). I went to Cracker Barrel with some friends and earlier and played a 4-way game of Tetris after. :3c
2) Post a picture of yourself.
Here you go !!
4) What is your entire name?
Sierra Alexis and my last name is something constantly misspelled so Iāll give you the name of a historical figure whose name is a letter off from mine: George B. McClellan, to whom I may or may not be related because last name variations are fuckinā WEIRD.
7) Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality.
Iām a Capricorn sun and moon, and Libra rising !! And from what Iāve read on Twitter from various astrologers, like Milkstrology, I LOVE her, Iād say itās pretty accurate with my personality!! I like to say Capricornās arenāt cold bitches but, I Have A Tendency To Be One !!
8) What did you do on your last birthday?
God what DID I do on my last birthdayā¦ it was in January, so like, I SHOULD rememberā¦ OH I went to IHOP with my friends !! I share a birthday with another friend and I got a JoJo notebook and something called a Fuggler! Theyāre stuffed animals more or less but designed to be āugly.ā I got one that looks like Philadelphia Flyers mascot Gritty because I LOVE Grittyā¦ heās so fun and funky.
9) What is one thing youād like to accomplish before your next birthday?
Get all my requests in my inbox over on my writing blog done KJHFDJKSF itās been a few months and life has been. Hectic to say the least.
13) If you could change your eye color, would you?
Thereās so much weird as hell brown-eye-phobia so likeā¦ I think blue eyes would be pretty neat. OR PURPLEā¦ give me some unnatural eye colors pls...
18) Do you have any tattoos?
Not yet!! Iām going to get one the next time I go back home for break. :3c And I have a few ideas for other ones!! I wanna get a big-ass āDragon Age: Originsā tattoo thatās the dragon on the cover on my thigh. I also wanna get a DA2 and āInquisitionā tattooā¦ and the Joestar birthmarkā¦ too many ideasā¦Ā
20) Left or right handed?
Right-handed !! I could have been left-handed or ambidextrous if I broke my arm AFTER I started kindergarten, but alas that was before.
26) Something you are working on right now:
This !! But also the script for my next podcast episode that I record on uhhh Monday I think. Should probably figure that one out dsjfjhsf
27) Do you have any ārulesā about food?
I answered that in the last ask !!
29) What would you say is your best quality?
I also answered this in the last ask !!
30) What do you think youāre really good at?
Writing, Iād say! And memorizing trivia about the stuff Iām super into. If itās stuff pertaining to āM*A*S*Hā or old movies or TV shows or actors or specific historical events, I will know that shit FOR LIFE. Donāt ask me to do math pls thank u
32) What talent do you wish youād been born with?
I wish I was able to do stuff with music. That was never really in my blood, despite all the music classes they make you take in elementary school. I just never learned how to memorize or read sheet music. :/ I would have loved to play violin, thoā¦ my friend plays and she says I would have been a good cellist.
39) Do you sleep with a stuffed toy?
YESā¦ have for years. I still have my Care Bear from when I was 5, Gritty as mentioned above, a plush of my schoolās mascot, and a little Fugo !! Heās so tiny.
40) What do you think about the most?
Everything and constantly and all at once. But the past really because I can never let stuff go and even the small things I mess up on haunt me foreverā¦ Wish that wasnāt the case but it is !!
41) Share two habits:
Biting my nails and having a very specific routine in which I get ready when I wake up. Like, Iāve gotta go brush my hair before I put my important cards in my left pocket, then put on my silver bracelet, then my beaded bracelet, then my earbuds in my right pocket, then put my earrings in. I HAVE to do it in that orderā¦
And other oddities that include, like, if I need to go around something I HAVE to follow the urge to go one way and not the other, lest I feel the need to go back and fix it. And then which foot goes first before I reach a crack in the sidewalk, or up or down a curb, etc.
43) What are your career goals?
If I can just make people happy or get some kind of joy out of the things I do, Iād call that enough. :)
44) What is your ideal career?
Mmm, either a film historian or a film professor !! Preferably at the college Iām at right now but wherever the wind takes me, Iāll go! Or a Twitch streamer or YouTuber, it really depends on my mood jdhfjskf
45) Is your life anything like it was two years ago?
It was pretty much the same !! Freshman year was pretty lively, I didnāt have a job on campus yet though, or my podcast. Everything else is basically the same!
46) Do you replay things that have happened in your head?
CONSTANTLYā¦ good or bad itāll play back over and over and over again.
49) Do you have any phobias?
HOO BOY, DO Iā¦ fear of heights; fear of insects/bugs/arachnids/bees/wasps; I have a strong dislike of the number 13 but I donāt know if itās a phobia, I just. REALLY hate it; the unknown, more or less what lurks somewhere beyond where I can see. Not so much a fear of the dark with that one, just what could BE in it.
51) Are you allergic to anything? If so, what?
I answered this in my last ask, as well!
53) Ever come close to death?
Two or three times, maybe? Two of them involved whatās called a laryngospasm, typically it can happen when your sick, which is what happened to me both times. Basically your throat just closes up on your for a hot minute and you canāt breathe. The first time I genuinely thought I was going to die (and my dad still sent me to school that dayā¦ HOE), the second time I was also sick and was losing/had lost my voice DURING A JOB RETREAT and it happened in the middle of the night so that was funny sitting there gasping for breath in the pitch dark.
At the FIRST retreat I went on for that job, you had to take pictures as part of a scavenger hunt, and the place used to be an old military fort, so there were still the old bunkers there. We had to take one on top of it and I was taking the picture, and itās a wide shot so I go to take a step back but before I do I look behind me. If I hadnāt I would have fallen a good 10-15 feet down onto solid Civil War-era bunker concrete. Iād consider that being a āclose to deathā moment because I really could have died!
55) A random fact about yourself:
I have a half-brother !! My sis and I finally found him after her 23andMe results came back (which she decided to do despite us being like THE GOVERNMENT WILL COLLECT OUR DATA) and we didnāt think our mom would be happy she found him but she was !! My sis might reach out and contact him, she just wanted our momās permission first to do it.
56) What are three things most people donāt know about you?
Well, that I have a half-brother. I donāt mention it a lot. Aside from yāall on here and my sister, most everyone else doesnāt know Iām nonbinary! Everyone else knows Iām bi though lmao. And that there were times Iād stretch or bend the truth or lie about something just to impress someone else. Itās aā¦ Bad Habit. Another thing is that most people donāt know I like coffee? Like I need to put a shit ton of creamer in with it because Iām a Bitch, but yeah.
57) An unknown fact about your life:
I wouldnāt call this an āunknownā fact but Iād used to go to work with my dad every now and again when he worked at the Home Depot and he was assistant manager. Iād either chill in the back room which was an office he shared with two other guys, or walk around the store with him. I had my own apron, too, which was my name with āMini Macā next to it, āMacā being my dadās nickname and something easier to say than my last name. I actually helped a few customers out so I wonder if I should have gotten paid for that despite being like, ages 9-13 when Iād go jshfkjd
And I guess I technically tested video games as a kid? Basically, when my dad was stationed at Fort Knox, theyād get demos of video games that hadnāt come out yet to test I suppose? and I still have a few somewhere. Heād hand them off to me and Iād play them so thereās that.
59) Five weird things that you like:
Eating globs of wasabi for no reason.
Scaring my friends also for no reason.
I wouldnāt say using cotton swabs to get wax out of your ears because it feels good is weird, just more medically inadvisable if anything.
When I was younger Iād like to floss really hard because the slight pain from it felt good. Young me was a #Freaque KJHDFJJDHF
I donāt know if being fond of alphabetizing and reorganizing things is considered weird but I LOVE doing that.
63) A quote you try to live by:
āIt matters not how strait the gate, / How charged with punishments the scroll; / I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul.ā Itās from the poem āInvictusā and the last two lines are what Iām getting tattooed !!
65) Weird things you do when youāre alone:
Practice the āLucky Starā dance. I GOT THE LYRICS DOWNā¦ JUST NEED TO DO THE DANCE NOWā¦
69) Leave me a compliment:
āyou seem rly nice and funny from your š
±ļøosts and I appreciate u... I hope you can find better irl friends who aren't trashā
Anon plsĀ š„ŗ I do my best to be nice but my friend really do test me sometimes... my feelings bounce back n forth like if they do something my feelings can switch to angry or like, hate, and then if they do something nice Iāll like them again. It sucks but ! I just take it one day at a time. Anon I care for uĀ ššš
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Ā Ā Ā [ Okay, so, uhhh, time for a lil real talk with Sylvie. A lil tl;dr to start: I know I was just on hiatus while away to see family, but uh...I think Iām gonna go semi-hiatus on my RP blogs for a while, which Iāll detail under a cut. Life is just seriously kicking my and my familyās butts right now, and honestly Iām just...too stressed to devote as much time as I want to my hobby. Iāll do what I can, when I can, but just know my muse is super thin right now cuz Iām just...not in a good place. Thanks, as always, for your patience and understanding.
Ā Ā Ā Be warned this gets a little personal and a little dark sooo viewer discretion is advised.
Ā Ā Ā Sooo, where to begin, uh...my family is in very deep financial trouble. Has been for a good long while, but a LOT of things are coming up all at once, as Iām sure most of you know that Life likes to do. Iām in desperate need for dental work, our septic tank is in dire straights, and a whole slew of other things I wonāt go into for personal reasons. I wonāt lie, while I was away to my auntās, I got super stressed out and exhausted. I didnāt sleep for four nights in a row. The day after we got back I had to help haul 4 tons of hay we canāt pay for. Iām still extremely tired and lethargic. Being there was stressful due to the super conservative environment that had me on edge almost always. My mental health, as a result (which in all frankness is always very very bad) got even worse, and Iāve been having a lot of trouble just...keeping it together. Today was just...a tipping point.
Ā Ā Ā I have almost no ways to make money. I have very serious issues that make work practically impossible, and no money to TREAT said issues so I COULD work. I tried art commissions, and those never took off. Never expected them to, honestly. I have a once-a-year job I just got paid for, but Iām probably going to already run that dry here soon for my dental stuff, if I can even afford it at all. Iām in constant pain throughout the whole right side of my face because of literally rotting teeth (jaw, temple, eye, head). And just, uh...yeah. I donāt even know what else to say, but a lot is going wrong and coming to a head all at once and honestly Iām not...handling it very well.Ā
Ā Ā Ā I donāt even know what or why Iām saying this, honestly. I love this community, even if itās really changed since I got here. A lot of people have left, but I appreciate everyone still here, new or old. I just dunno what to do. So this is me saying that, at least until the end of August, things are probably gonna be slow from me. Itās not because I donāt want to RP with anyone, itās just because life seriously sucks right now (even tho I feel guilty saying that as I know others have it worse). Iām not doing well. I dunno when Iāll be doing (relatively) well again. I dunno...a lot of things.Ā
Ā Ā Ā But I guess all Iām asking is please be patient with me. I love these characters, these people, this community, but sometimes I just...need to put it aside as Life gives me the olā one-two. I guess if anyone has any inclination to help (which is 110% not necessary, but I canāt be above asking tbh), I do have a ko-fi here, and I do pixel art commissions here. I dunno how well I can manage commissions due to all the stress, but Iāll do my best if you want to get one. Youāre not expected or obligated to. Iāve done one written comm, but tbh I dunno how to really...work those. But I could try? idk
Ā Ā Ā The only thing Iām gonna for sure keep up is my drabble blog. I need the structure from it, honestly. RP blogs are gonna just have to take a back seat for a while. I really do hate to do this, I just...I dunno. I donāt wanna get too deep into things because itās rather bleak, but just know that Iām not...in the best place. Irl isnāt great right now. Honestly hasnāt been for a long time, but itās just...at a tipping point. I dunno what to do. Just know that I love and appreciate all of you, and I hope to be back full time soon. Weāll just...have to see.
Ā Ā Ā ...this probably made no sense but Iām not in the best place to explain. Still need to let yāall know why Iāll be gone tho, so...sorry if this is just a jumble ^^; Iāll try to be here when I can. Otherwise try to catch me on discord (ID is on my mun page). See yāall around <3
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