#lets reapect another

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I have a very serious question, and need some help getting connected to people with relevant experience.

How do you connect to and motivate a deaf and blind infant?

We have done everything we can think of when working with this one infant at my day care for the past 6+ months.

And the growth she’s shown so far - her personality, her fierce independence, her exuberance and love of cuddles and jumping - shows we are connecting, and making gains with her.

She’s such a character, despite everything medically she’s gone through (details below cut) it’s so easy to treat her like a regular, stubborn child.

We talk with her the way we do any of the other babies, cuddle, make sure she can reach toys to chew, do our best to move her to something new when she gets fussy - generally the jumper, her favorite.

But she’s finally getting to the point where she can work on moving, and we’re struggling with reinforcing things.

She was making progress with scooting before the most recent medical crisis, but now she just seems content to focus on her fine motor (being able to hold stuff) and rolling.

She’s in physical et al. therapy, of course, but us day care teachers are getting a tiny bit frustrated with their “results” focus - when we know how much she can do when she’s not frustrated with being forced.

Full toddler stubbornness in that little body, let me tell you!

Can we grape vine this enough to connect me with disability specialists or people with real life experience with comorbid deaf blindness in infants???

I’m going to be obfuscating a lot of personal details whenever possible, because of reapect/confidentiality/etc. Because unfortunately there are some unique medical issues I want to share for context.

We’ll proceed with calling this girl Margret, and say that she’s about seven or eight months developmentally at this point (attempting to compensate for developmental stunting due to various medical crisis events).

Margret was born three months premature, with pretty much most of the associated heath concerns from that. She also, unfortunately, suffered seizures and Hypsarrhythmia (disorganized brain waves), which are associated with the two “medical crisis events” I reference.

Fortunately, she seems past the second crisis event, and is showing her personality, independence, and interests again.

Right now, the therapy specialists are focused on getting our girl on sitting and eating solid foods.

And having worked with babies for three years, I wanna smack ‘em!!! 🥴

My big thing with babies is “are they working on something?” Part of it might be my own neurodivergence, but as long as they are working at something within their developmental range, I’m happy.

Pre-Toddler “capable of learning not to do bad things,” of course (and of course I don’t let the babies get away with “bad stuff,” but I’m at the preteaching stage to make things easier for the toddler teacher later).

I’ve only had two babies freak me out for not doing something, and it’s poor Margret during her two medical crisis events and another child I, unfortunately, never got to see the resolution for.

Other older teachers keep pushing six/seven month olds to focus on unsupported sitting.

And you know what? One family had two perfect examples: the elder son wouldn’t sit because that meant staying still, and the other was so chill they just liked laying down. Both grew up to be insane movers and developmentally on track with everything else.

If a baby doing something other than what the sanitized charts say is expected? Most of the time they’re either the former - want to move - or the latter - satisfied with amusing themselves playing with their feet.

Both are building skills, and developmentally appropriate at that stage.

Generally, when I want to engage a child in sitting, I use our hanging toy gyms in front of them. The toys are up, encouraging keeping the body up, and there’s something of interest.

I don’t know how to motivate Margret with something similar, though. She only seems to know if there’s a toy when she’s able to feel it, and obviously laying down or sitting in a high chair/baby table is best for being able to keep track of a toy by touch.

As for eating… You’ll read below Margret has literal trauma about food, being force feed for health reasons, etc. I’d like her to eat, but it’s only a priority for making this easier for the adults. We have supplemented fluid we can use, I’d rather let her work on gross motor skills and being happy instead of “learning to eat [like a normal child].”

😠

This is where I’m really asking for help: We can connect with Margret though touch and her preferred toys. I used to tap her pacifier on her cheek, try to reassure her it wasn’t the (wet) bottle and I was done trying to get her to drink.

Putting her pacifier or other toy in her hand is now the best option, she recognizes it faster!

She’s also very vocal! It’s hard sometimes to determine right away if she’s happy or sad, but she quickly makes it clear.

My favorite recently is that she will scream when she drops her “honey dipper” “spoon” we’ve been using at meal times for baby oatmeal. She’s not too fond of the food part, but she loves chewing on it! Great for teething!! She’ll throw her biggest fits when she drops it, then giggles when we get it back in her hand.

She’s learned “screams = help!” and I am beyond thrilled she’s made that connection!!!!!

I don’t know how much of her other vocalizations are similar attempts to communicate, or self soothing.

Anyone with experienced opinions, I’d love to hear them!!

I’ll try summarizing the medical background, if the details help…

Margret started at our center about six months chronologically, three months developmentally. She had some delays there, but our primary concern was eating.

Poor girl, feeding has been a struggle except for one miracle period. Lots of regurgitation, which makes her resent bottle time generally, and the more upset she is the more likely she’s to gag.

She was even losing weight for a while, so as much as I didn’t want to traumatize her I did my best to balance times feedings with listening to her feedback.

But for a bit, I didn’t overall worry. The more she fought the bottle, the more I was sure there was a person inside, and at first we got to know Margret as she started building skills.

Number one: She loved to stand. Easiest way to make her happy was to get her on her feet. She built muscle fast for all her weight issues, you could hold her by her hips and she’d be able to keep herself upright at a level you usually don’t see at her developmental stage.

Once she was big enough for the jumper, she found heaven. She will let us know if she’s done, but usually she wants to be in there until she rocks herself to sleep.

Like most babies even up to her current development level of 7-8, so I was thrilled there!

Then she plateaued, and I got worried. We noticed she almost never responded to auditory stimulation, and never focused on anything - her eyes always wandered.

For a while, I wondered if she was severely near or far sighted, which is why she never seemed to focus on anything.

Then two bad wammies.

First: Tests suggested her eyes and ears function well. Any issues with vision or hearing is in information conveying or processing.

Second: After regular EEG scans without concern, Margret began showing seizure activity and Hypsarrhythmia.

Potentially responsible for the first via brain damage, we obviously can only hypothesize.

That’s the first medical crisis in my personal experience with her.

We got her on meds, and - Margret was back! As stubborn and as curious and as energetic as ever.

She was even trying to scoot. One day, she shocked me by basically trying to pull herself into the wall mirror we have for the babies! 😊

They got her on some anti-regurgitation medication, too, and bottle times became a joy for all of us!

And then…

I don’t have the details. All I feel comfortable with saying is there were bad decisions being made about the seizure medication…

They down-titrated all of Maegret’s medications.

This period is the second crisis event, and we’ve been fighting to get back since.

She lost weight. She’s been regurgitating all her bottles again - we’ve had it as bad as 7 regurgitations while at the center, and we have to keep trying again in half an hour in a vain attempt to get calories into her.

She’s gotten back into her old personality, though, and her fine motor skills seem to be increasing! She searches for toys on the jumper, instead of needing them handed to her, and will pick up stuff on the ground if she rolls enough to feel it.

But she has no interest in scooting anymore, and when she tries to walk when held her legs are very very unstable. Her feet roll, she doesn’t know where to put her legs…

She can stand flat footed in the jumper, but I don’t think she’s fully put together how, it’s just chance.

I want her to keep making gains and showing off her skills. I want her able to move, and get even more independence.

And the older kids in the baby room are great with her, we have a 90% great group! (one stinker, but he’s a stinker to everyone, and typically prefers the active babies to rough house… lol)

I’m running out of stuff I feel safe to share/need to vent.

I just… got really frustrated with the therapy people today.

I know they want the best for Margret. But she was tired today, she did not want to sit, and it infuriates me we can’t show off the stuff she’s actually working on because they’re fixated on two narrow things.

😓

[f1-birb]

any advice (or things you wish you had done, if you've been there) for when putting your dog down

i feel blindsided. we need to do it today. at the emergency vet not our regular. and i'm just. so! i mean obviously it's normal for emotions to be everywhere but yesterday morning the thought of putting her down this weekend didn't exist. at all. like no denial no pretending it won't happen it just didn't cross my mind.

i have a ton of things on etsy i wanted to look into, so many things i wanted to try and do. but kinda have to decide a good chunk of them today to make sure i have what i need. and i am considering an emergency craft store run because apparently you have to store pet fur not just in a bag? idk

we have something to do a paw print with but just realized if it sets and cracks or doesn’t set (very me luck) i can’t redo. i can’t redo it. what a horrid realization to come across my mi d

there's a mail away for the cremation that does nice memorabilia afterwards, they do a nose print or a paw print, i mean you could get both but it’s 64 each lol 😔 but at least i know they’d be good..

sorry i rambled away. i know i’m gonna be upset for forgetting to do something. i’m already devastated as it is plus i’m going on two hours of sleep and my period 🙂

i’m going to cry horrendously and i hate that i cry at a level of public spectacle. anyway. if you have any advice or memorial things or anything to help me survive today i would appreciate it 🫂

Oh anon, I am so so sorry you've got to make that decision and you've got to say goodbye to your dog. I've only ever had 2 pets (one of whom is still alive and well) and the one who did pass was when I was 13 and it was incredibly sudden

I asked the wonderful @f1-disaster-bi if she had any advice as I know she's been in your position before and she's given me permission to share:

Oh god, that poor anon. I would never wish having to say goodbye to a pet on anyone. I've lost 3 in my life, and it's been hard.

I've....never really done any memorial things except for with T? We didn't even think of it, but we were never offered anything plus we just couldn't afford it.

What our vet did with T though was clip some of her fur and put it in a little bottle (like those little ones with fairy dust for kids?) and tied a ribbon around it? So we each have one of those, and when G passed, we donated money to the Community Cats organisation and got little key chains each with a little saying on them that the three of us still have.

Honestly, it's going to be hard. You can tell anon that the vet won't judge them for crying. They'll be compassionate, at least in my experience.

Our vet has a little fake candle they might in the waiting room in front of a sign that says "someone is saying goodbye to a beloved family member, please be reapectful" and we had some nice people come over to pet T and tell us they were sorry before we went in with her.

I stayed with her until she was gone, and the vets were lovely and just let me talk and cry because I was a wreck saying goodbye to my best friend cause I'd had her for 17 years

Another thing I'd say is don't worry about forgetting anything because what's important now is just being there for their dog. That's the important thing. Cuddle them, give them kisses, tell them you love them and that they've been such a good friend and pet. That's honestly the most important thing right now for owner and pet.

Remembering that they were loved, and will still be loved and that they gave them the best life and while this is sad and horrible, they're making the hardest but kindest decision anyone can make for a pet. It hurts, but your pet will know they were loved

Again, I'm so sorry that you've got to go through this, send you all the love and hugs for you and your family and your lovely dog who I'm sure knows just how much you love them and have appreciated their companionship for however long you've had them for

If there's anything I can do please please let me know

[zoyalannister]

thats great! I hope you like the place you will be stable on :) And for sure I love specially Geranium and the spot you gave Cecily on it and not the carnage CC did with her in tlh!

I'm curious to see your portrayal of a younger her in the sisstg ff

Sending best wishes!

It's going to be a nice city :)

I loved giving Cecily the spotlight she deserves, in my opinion it was criminal relegate her in the background and just let her be a mother and housewife (in my opinion, she would fight even harsher now that she’s a mother, but that’s another rant for another time).

I'm glad you’re excited about Sisstg, it's a totally different challenge reapect to Grace’s POV. I hope you will like it!

Best wishes to you too! :)

[sunshine-and-ladybugs]

"Greetings, Signore Payne," Giorno greeted, his voice soft and almost melodious.

Standing before the statuesque Don of Passione, Rowan Payne actually had a few inches over the young man, however it was barely noticeable with how Giorno's body filled out with impressive muscle, and the confident, resolute way he held himself, making him look larger than life, and almost radiant. His hair that glittered almost like the sun itself cascaded down his shoulders and back in soft waves. His fringe was done up in its usual style, three ringlets framing strong features and piercing sea green eyes. He certainly gave off an intimidating aura, even with the inviting smile on his face as he came forward to meet the mortician.

Giorno was a little surprised, but quite flattered, that Rowan was reapecting Italian customs when he greeted him with a kiss on his hand without being prompted to. He did not truly mind either way, but he appreciated the gesture of respect.

"Please, take a seat. How was the flight? I hope my consigliere have not been giving you too much trouble," his soft smile flashed briefly with a hint of amusement. "Care for a drink? I have tea, coffee, sparkling juice, and Barolo wine."

After giving him the desired beverage of his choice, he sat back in his chair to properly speak to his guest.

"I don't believe we've ever been introduced officially. It's an honour to finally meet the brother of one of my dear friends. She's spoken a lot about you." Although... he had not heard back from her for a while now. Giorno was concerned, but he figured she may be busy. He certainly knew how that was like.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush. I apologise for taking up your time, but you may be one of the few who will be able to assist me with this sensitive matter. Tell me, how familiar are you with vampire-human offspring?"

He stood, moving over to an open window, picking up one of the potted plants decorating the ledge and turning around to lean casually against the wall, idly checking on some of the leaves. It was in perfect health, like most of the plants he cared for, but it gave him something to do while he spoke.

"Over a hundred years ago, a vampire who had plans for world domination was defeated by a man by the name of Jonathan Joestar. However, he had not destroyed him completely, and unaware to him, the head of the vampire was left intact. The vampire lay in waiting, until he was able to catch Jonathan Joestar off-guard aboard a ship, killing him and taking his body for his own, but not before the man was able to destroy the ship. The vampire was trapped on the ocean floor until about twenty years ago, where he was able to escape, living in the shadows for a few years, gaining power and followers until his influence grew too big to continue to remain undetected."

Giorno kept his expression and speech neutral throughout the story, but a careful observer would notice an undertone of clear disdain in his voice whenever he spoke of the vampire.

"He has been vanquished now, for good this time, but that is a story for another time.

"During those years he had been in hiding, he'd copulated with hundreds of humans, many of whom he'd kill and drain afterwards. However... there are a few he had left alive, whether intentionally or not, no one truly knows. But one of them became with child." His grip tightened slightly over the plant pot as he paused briefly, the only emotion he allowed himself to show. "That child is me."

He felt Gold Experience rippling under his skin, threatening to lash out again and morph the nearest object to him into a living creature, but he kept a tight hold over him.

"I have not been able to find much information on dhampirs. Let alone bizarre cases like mine. You see, even after death, Jonathan Joestar's body continued to resist the vampire. It was incompatible with him and he was unable to take complete control of it, and fully make it his own, yet he held on to it. So what happened is that biologically, I am a Joestar. But I do not know how much vampire blood runs through me, and if there would be anything I will need to take note of."

He set the pot back down and returned to his seat, resting his elbows on the desk and lacing his fingers together, leaning forward towards Rowan. "This is where you come in, Signore Payne. I hear you may have the information I require."

[ ✞ ] - Rowan really hadn't conversed with the two men for much of the flight as well, as long as the whole thing was. He wasn't in the mood to chat, and he could tell that they shared the same sentiment.

Part of him had wondered a couple of times if he really should have brought Cinnamon and Clarice along to keep him company, but then he reminded himself that they were with his stepparents for a reason. He did consider it, especially Cinnamon. He knew Giorno was the one who was responsible for the ginger tabby's existence in the first place, and perhaps it may have brought a bit of old memories back. It wasn't worth the trouble though, to worry about their wellbeing while travelling to the other side of the world. It didn't make a difference at this point, anyways.

Instead, Rowan decided to focus on trying to relax the best he could and mind his own business. He couldn't understand the clothes that the two men seemed to don. God-- especially the tiger print and crop top sweater combo. It was absolutely hideous. He had to distract himself so he wouldn't start staring in disgust at the tackiness of it all. The dhampir was already tense as it was, wondering what the contents of this "urgent" meeting would bring about. He'd have thirteen hours of travel to think about it, and he wasn't going to allow himself to sleep around these mobsters.

He wondered if this whole thing had to do with Viridian's passing but... That was a year ago. Surely Giorno would have contacted him then. No, this was most certainly another matter. Just what did he have that the Don Giovanna didn't have?

He tried not to think about it, as challenging as it was. After finishing some chapters of a book he had been working on even before the sudden trip, Rowan eventually settled on sipping a glass of wine while watching some random DVD that caught his eye. It was a drama, apparently, titled Sling Blade (1996).

The wine was most definitely the best part of the flight.

….

❛ Well. That was by far one of the most depressing films I've seen in a long time. ❜ Just why on earth did they include that odd movie in their collection?

Rowan let out a long sigh of relief, quietly thanking the two men as soon as he was off of the plane. It was by far the most luxurious traveling to Europe that he had ever done thus far… If not the most uncomfortable thanks to the presence of the two mobsters that he elected to not to speak to. The whole trip had been awkward, mostly consisting of listening to the two men exchange words with each other that Rowan didn’t care enough to listen to while he minded his own business. It wasn’t until they had gotten in the car that the silence had been truly broken.

❝ Mista! ❞ A small and yellow creature appeared alongside the shoulder of the person in the crop top. ❝ Are we THERE yet?! ❞

And more of the creatures appeared. Six of them in total, in fact. They didn’t seem to be much of a threat, but Rowan raised his brows in slight confusion anyways as he watched them all interact. Were they a stand of sorts? They were most definitely one of the more odd ones he had seen, at least as far as their physical appearances went.

❝ Mista! ❞ The blonde angrily spoke in Italian as he drove, shooting a glare at the other passenger. ❝ I thought you fed those things already! ❞

❝ I did, Fugo! ❞ Mista insisted, reaching into his pocket to find something to give to the Sex Pistols. ❝ In my defense, those were some long-ass flights. ❞

He turned back to Rowan, giving him an apologetic smile and a shrug, speaking in English to him. ❝ Sorry, the Sex Pistols get hungry and I have to feed them often. ❞

❝ It’s quite alright… ❞ Rowan replied smoothly, in American-accented Italian, casting careful glances at the small creatures. At least they had a fitting name. ❝ My sister had an automated stand herself. ❞

Mista and Fugo gave each other a slightly surprised look. They hadn’t expected the mortician to know how to speak Italian, or to not be phased by the odd stands.

❝ Admittedly, I have been sharing its sentiment… ❞ Rowan spoke again, turning to the window to get a good look at the unfamiliar surroundings. This part of Italy was gorgeous, but most certainly different from his home. ❝ Just how much longer before we get there? ❞

❝ It won’t be long now. ❞ Fugo spoke aloud, turning his eyes back to the road. ❝ We’ll be parking in a few minutes. ❞

Finally.

❝ And you’d better be respectful and shit to the Don! ❞ Mista warned Rowan, jabbing a thumb back at him. ❝ He’s not a person to be messed with! ❞

Rowan rolled his eyes, hiding the fact that he was quite nervous about the whole thing. ❝ I wasn’t intending on it. The Don Giovanna never did say what was so urgent, did he? ❞

❝ ….. ❞

The pair exchanged glances again.

❝ No, but he was really sure about it being important. ❞ Mista admitted.

Thankfully, the blonde wasn’t lying when he said they’d be parking soon, and Rowan found himself at a very large, and admittedly beautiful mansion. There were plants everywhere. He found himself staring at just how intricate the designs were, windows and pillars all framed by vines and flowers. He wondered how many of the plants were made by Giorno versus how many were grown naturally. Viridian had explained his stand to him years ago, at least, whatever she could understand of it. He knew it was something not to be trifled with, and it left Rowan feeling a tad jealous at the thought. His stand wasn’t exactly the most powerful one out there, as useful as it could be.

Such thoughts weren’t important right now, however. He needed to focus on the inevitable meeting that was about to be had. During the flight, Rowan had played a thousand scenarios in his mind, replaying them multiple times as he mentally walked through and practiced what he might say. When Mista had instructed him to head into Giorno’s office, Rowan gave him a simple nod adjusting his clothes and antlers, and did as he was told.

❝ Hello, Don Giovanna. ❞ He greeted quietly as he stepped inside Giorno’s office, sparing a quick moment to get a good look at his surroundings. It was decorated exactly in the way Rowan would expect of the younger man, based off of his sister’s second-hand descriptions of his personage. Rowan avoided eye contact, at least for now as he stepped closer towards the mob boss. He never much was one for eye contact.

Kneeling before him, Rowan kept a calm exterior as he carefully took ahold of the Don's hand, pressing his blackened lips to the back of it. ❝ I’m Rowan Payne. You’ve summoned my presence…? ❞

[daisy-got-me-like]

Hiya! It’s been awhile!

As a fellow Princess Daisy lover, I appreciate and love Daisy, and I like to respect those that do as well. For the disrespecters and haters, I avoid them at all costs because arguing over a fictional character is redundant. However, I couldn’t help but notice some fans who ridicule other fans even though they too enjoy Princess Daisy. I would just like to say, as a somewhat public service announcement, that Princess Daisy is a fictional character. Granted, I love her very much and I look up to her greatly, she is not real. There is also a difference between canon and fan-made. Yes, Nintendo made Daisy paler a long time ago, but in two recent gifs, her skin appears darker. Now I love tan/dark skin Daisy. Maybe it’s because I’m black, and seeing Daisy for the first time with tan skin made me like her as a character more to begin with. Others do not like her tan skin. Some may hate it because it’s not her actual skin color, or that they are making her too dark rather than a sun kissed tan. But so be it. It is art. Fan art. If you prefer Daisy with pale skin, the draw, post and like posts with Daisy with pale skin. If you like Daisy with tan or dark skin, do the same. If you don’t have a presence, good for you. Some fan art can be well drawn, others not the best, but do not disrespect the fan art of others. If it’s not rude to the fandom in general, and not containing any images that you find obscene then you don’t have to like or acknowledge it. For example, I personally love the anime, Inuyasha. I ship inukag, the main and canon ship. Yet I see a lot of sesskag (the main character’s half brother). I do not like sesskag, I ignore it when I see it. I follow blogs that post Inuyasha related content who mainly ship inukag, and on occasion they enjoy the fan art or the fun fantasy of sesskag. I don’t enjoy seeing it, but there is no need to become rude or mean towards a ship, fanart, or a blog because of this. If you don’t care for certain fan art or ideas or theories about a fandom then so be it, post about it and what not, but there is a difference between ridiculing and having an informed or curious rebuttal against someone. Ridiculing is never wanted. I, personally, am leaning more that Nintendo should give Princess Daisy permanently tanned skin because of where her kingdom is, I doubt they’ll do it, but as of right now I just want Nintendo to include her more often, tanned skin or not. Why hate someone for liking the same thing you like, but in different ways? And I am not talking about illegal or obvious things for anyone who wants to get sarcastic. Same goes for those who enjoy seeing Princess Daisy as heterosexual, homosexual, pansexual, bisexual, binary, non-binary. None of that is canon, so when people create work having Daisy with dark skin and kissing Peach, it’s fan art based on what they enjoy about the fandom. I don’t ship Daisy with anyone. Actually I don’t ship any Mario Bros. characters, not even Mario and Peach. Let’s just keep loving Princess Daisy.

[bloojayoolie]

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[irisbleufic]

Good morning, anon. It sounds like you have your work cut out for you on a number of exciting stories. I’m thrilled for you, because there’s nothing like the rush of embarking on a new project (and in a new fandom, at that)!

Let’s talk about writing longer sequences first. The thing to remember about CoT is that it’s an anomaly in my creative landscape, as is WYDS/ATC. The former has been ongoing for 12 years, and the latter took me 8 years. This is obviously atypical if you consider the fact that I wrote Anthology in about 8 months and WYFIR/DDO in about 12 weeks. At first, there’s little rhyme or reason to the way these projects ended up timing out, at least until you make the distinction between my relationships to the four fandoms involved. CoT and WYDS, Good Omens and Hamlet respectively, are what I call long-term home fandoms that I know aren’t going anywhere. I’ve learned I can tap my creative reserves on those anytime, anywhere and not suffer the effects of reduced motivation. Anthology and WYFIR, Pacific Rim and Gotham reapectively, follow a shorter-term pattern. They’re the kind of new-fandom intrusion that I know will last anywhere between six months to two years (where sheer force of initial writing motivation is concerned). Therefore, I have to fast-track works relating to those newer, more unexpected fandoms against the constant background of my home fandoms. It’s why I’m able to write GO and Hamlet pieces intermittently and spread out, and why you end up with the odd series here and there taking years to complete.

I hope to use this juggling-act example as an advice platform. If you know that you’re likely to lose momentum on the projected-60k work in your new fandom if you don’t stick with it, prioritize that. It’s absolutely what I would do, because that approach has worked for me over time. The trick to letting home-fandom projects dangle while I work on other things has always been leaving myself exhaustive notes. There’s also my habit of doing full continuity rereads when I get finally back to working on longer-term projects, because my mind needs snapping out of one mode and back into another. Think of it as reloading the program. I agree with you; transitions and switching can be difficult. This is another reason I put home fandoms on hold to write out the fever of new arrivals. Those honeymoon periods are intense, and I’ve rarely had one as all-consuming as my current (Gotham).

Try leaving yourself an overview blueprint on the pre-existing broken-into-novels project. Write until your projected-60k one is through; see how long that takes you. Time management is something I’m cautious about giving advice on, because it’s a well-established fact that I write freakishly fast in comparison to most people I encounter. Take your speed into account and decide whether it would make this model advantageous to you or not. However, if you have past evidence to suggest that perhaps you can fight through the whiplash and work on both at once, there’s nothing saying you shouldn’t. If you take the latter approach, I suggest that you ask @thebloggerknownasgeeknip for pointers. They switch back and forth between long projects on a week-by-week basis, nearly!

[dearfirstlove]

5. dear first love,

today was not a good day. i mean it started out okay. but somehow i ended up crying in the bathroom at school for the first time ever.

you said something, i can’t remember what it was, and it sent me off the edge. i was so mad at everything after that. i know i snapped and i know i said the wrong thing. it wasn’t your fault, it was just a passing comment.

and in my head things escalated really quickly. it started as "that was a shitty thing to say ugh im so frustrated" to "our whole relationship is me doing anything and everything for you and you saying you love me more but really doing nothing to show it" and i ended up really hurting my feelings. i spent the next two hours feeling really bitter towards how you were treating our relationship. i just want honesty and i want you to be safe and none of that is a guarantee with you.

you lie, you hide things, you get angry.

and i take it all in. it’s exhausting. i feel very much like i’ve been used. and im oky with it, because i love you and i believe the only reason things are like this is because you need me and im more than willing.

but you were upbeat the whole time. never wavering.

i tried running away for a bit but things got in the way (thats unrelated). you and ‘someone else’ followed me. she thought it was a joke and maybe you did too. i didnt. i wanted to scream at you to go away. but i didn’t because that wouldn’t be fair. somewhere in my head a comment izzy had made earlier about you being a possessive girlfriend popped up. i see that. it doesn’t have to be a bad thing. sometimes it is. because i feel guilty for having friends in case it upsets you that someone else has my attention as well.

so with one hour left i powered through. eventually it got too much and i pretended to go to the bathroom, only to cry and crouch onto the floor, gripping my knees. coming back it was still as exhausting but i found it easier to go through the time. i focused on annoying you and on writing down notes about this really interesting poem. you made a comment about my eyes being "puppy dog eyes” and i saw a look on your face. the look i imagine would be plastered on my face everytime i realize how beautiful you are and notice a new detail.

frustrations followed when i didn’t get the chance to just walk straight out of there and be on my own for the remainder of the day. you were there. that was good. i was still annoyed, but not at you. we talked, and admired each other and you smiled. we flirted openly, i was showing you off to someone we know. it was nice.

i still looked forward to being alone but i felt less heavy. we sat for a while and you were nice. you said something about me being pretty and it made me want to laugh. because i love you and you love me and thats all i need.

you were so reluctant to let me leave that i felt guilty when i finally did. but the moment before, i thought you’d make me miss my bus. and the idea of having to be atound people any longer than necessary made everything go really loud and scary.

i sat on the bus and watched you until you were out of sight (never out of mind).

you were so lovely. you called me incredible. you made me feel loved and safe. and i wondered whether you felt this good when i texted you things like this. i struggled to accept what you were saying. it was nice. i smiled.

those few texts made everything go away and i forgot about all of today’s anger. i forgot i was mad at you for not reapecting me and i just smiled.

once home everything is the same. i hide in my room, feel numb, ignore my thoughts and think about you and how to help. you talk about how unhappy and unreal you feel. and a pang of anger fills me. because you said you didn’t want to validate me feeling unreal. and it hurt. but it was okay. i said i was sorry. and i was.

i felt your pain. empathy got the best of me. i felt it inside.

i struggled with words. and now you’re asleep. ready for another day.

you’re still smoking. even though you know it’s tearing me up. i think i understand why you do it. but it hurts. you won’t prioritize me like yiu expect me to prioritize you. i hate the non reciprocity. i really do.

you’re asleep now. and im tired. i look tired. oh well.

i love you, always and immensely so.

love, me

ps: i read your post about wanting to be in physical contact with me and it made me really happy because i worry i disgust you. and i want to touch you always but i get scared. i love you

[addicted2gam3s-blog]

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[bloojayoolie]

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