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[tyej49]

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[sleepdepravity]

Was just in an escape room. I signed up for one that also happened to be hosting a group for a birthday party, and I kinda felt bad for sorta crashing it but I think I was very helpful so happy birthday.

[tarotwithavi]

What makes you hauntingly beautiful?

How to choose a pile?

Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you.

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Pile 1

Your stunning, haunting beauty comes from knowing the value of slowing down, not just lazing around, but in taking real moments to think deep—kind of like finding peace in just thinking. You're a boss at stepping back, seeing that downtime and recovery are as important as the daily grind. That insight of yours? It's like a mysterious, magnetic power. The way you make choices isn't just about choices; it's about having a clear vision and following your gut. It's like you've got this inner compass steering you, giving off this cool vibe of purpose and confidence. You're beautiful in how you appreciate fresh starts, personal growth, and handling real-life stuff. There's a down-to-earth vibe about you that's super attractive, as if you totally get how embracing new opportunities and making them something big is where it's at. You've got this cool vibe of accomplishment and success. It's like you've been around the block and learned a ton, and it shows in the way you carry yourself. You've got this wisdom and worldly thing going on in how you present yourself. Fate seems to be your buddy on this life trip, and you carry it off so gracefully. That grace you've got in dealing with life's ups and downs adds this layer of depth to your beauty. You kinda know that life changes all the time, and it gives this mysterious charm to how you roll. Your strength? Man, it's a mix of soft and tough. It's not just physical but also emotional and mental. It's built on understanding tough times, almost a beautiful sadness that's super interesting. The real deal beauty is in how you face conflicts and challenges. There's this sense of organized chaos, where you handle friction and competition in a way that's more like a dance, showing off your adaptability and staying cool under pressure. And there's something crazy fascinating in how you deal with giving up and letting go. It's not about losing out but gaining a fresh perspective. There's this almost out-of-this-world beauty in your ability to move on and see things from a completely different angle, finding beauty in the stuff that's surprising and uncharted. Your haunting beauty is like a mixtape of these cool details—being calm, driven, down-to-earth, wise, accepting, strong, adaptable, and letting things go. It creates this totally mysterious allure that's both captivating and spellbinding.

Pile 2

Your eerie beauty is like this intricate dance between real powerful endings and those kick-ass beginnings. You give off this vibe that's kind of magnetic but also a bit unsettling. Your energy is intense, like a fire burning inside an adventurer , your moves, your determined eyes, it's all in there. You're not someone easily figured out, your depths are like a maze. There's something cool about your fearlessness, the way you tackle your fears straight on. It's this bold part of you that makes you such a mystery. You've grappled with your own inner monsters, and that struggle has really shaped you, leaving this mark of toughness that's both fascinating and puzzling. The times you've spent alone have totally changed you. They've chiseled your soul, creating this calm strength that's weirdly attractive. It's like you've found something special in the dark corners, finding comfort where most people wouldn't even dare to look. But even in your alone times, you've got this pull with others. Your interactions have this magnetic sweetness, kind of like the mix of life's bitter moments. The way you dive into happy stuff with a hint of sadness? That's what sets you apart. Your talent for handling both the shiny and the gloomy sides in your relationships gives this depth that's so attractive and kind of haunting. The way you guard yourself and the people around you, It's pretty impressive. It's like you're standing there at the gates, protecting not just yourself but everyone near you. Your determination to fight for what you stand for, your stubborn nature, is both a bit scary and strangely attractive. It's not just the physical space but also the mental and emotional lines you've drawn. Your ability to set these limits and safeguard your turf is both impressive and a bit haunting. It reflects your smarts and that mysterious vibe you've got going on. There's this mix in you of strength, toughness, being on your own, protection, sweetness, and a depth that's captivating and leaves a cool, haunting impression on everyone you meet.

Pile 3

(Some of you may be attracted to pile 1 , make sure to check that out!)

You've got this amazing vibe that's like this mystical spell . There's this magical aura about you. The way you handle your life, keeping your dreams close while staying super down-to-earth, it's like this mesmerizing dance that pulls folks towards you. Your inner strength, usually hidden behind a gentle sweetness, sets you apart; it's like you're a total pro at bouncing back and owning your power. There might've been times when you felt guarded or clung tightly to things, maybe because of past letdowns. But there's this soft glow that comes from inside, like the sun, bringing warmth and hope that pushes past any anger or worries. Your journey has been patient and full of thinking, a bit like taking care of a garden waiting for all your hard work to pay off. That patience and the skill to plan, dream, and build the world you want is where your haunting beauty shines. Your emotional depth and how you handle feelings without fear are like having a pure and innocent heart , it shows off this sensitive side of yours. It's like a shining innocence that hasn't been touched by negativity. There's a natural richness to your life, full of connections and joy that represents this abundance, this real sense of satisfaction and happiness that just beams out of you. Your journey isn't just about you; it's about finishing phases, ending chapters, and growing, this ongoing change and evolution. You've got this big-picture beauty about you that's linked to the grander scheme of things. It's like you've been through some tough stuff, each leaving a mark, but you stand tall with this unbreakable spirit, showing off your strength and echoes your toughness. The marks from those past struggles just add to your depth. Your haunting beauty is in your ability to renew, mend, and keep growing, like this unstoppable force of nature that remains enchanting despite the scars from the storms you've been through. You're this cool mix of strength, grace, and a mysterious charm that sticks in people's minds long after they've met.

[arshifiesta]

Welcome to Arshi Fiesta!

Phati-sari's aur Sanka Devis, hum tumka forgetyay naahi gaye hain! Hum toh ee lobhbirds ko surprisewa deve ke khatir tumka bulawat hai! Samjheev? Ab ee ka baat padho, e khoon bhari taang kaa introductionwa likh ke gayi hai dekho to jara👀

Theme Introduction: Colours of Love!

If you didn't know already, "Satrangi Re" is a song from the movie Dil Se which is based on the concept of seven stages of love depicted in Arabic Literature. Each stage is denoted by a color so let's look at Arshi's story through these colours!

1. Black for Attraction (hub)

The song starts with a hauntingly energetic tune (spooky!) and we weave through a maze of passages till we finally meet our protagonists. Quite like how Arshi started out as strangers who didn't look like a compatible match initially until all the pieces of puzzles fell into its place.

The beautiful lyrics captures the essence of their dhak-dhaks, their initial attraction that exists from their very first meet. They've hated each other, loved each other but have never ever stopped being attracted to one another. As if a magical magnetic force has kept bringing them together over and over again (guess who? Devi Maiyya of course!) 🖤

2. Violet for Infatuation (uns)

Uff, Infatuation inke jaisa toh aur kisi couple me nahi hai, right? The subtle yet lingering touches, intense gaze, impulsive kiss games and everything about their chemistry is absolutely electrifying! No one does infatuation like them 💜

3. Blue for Love (ishq)

Love love love. Love took so long to blossom between them, like a long drawn out fire. Was it blazing or were there only a few embers alight? One could barely tell. Love started from care first. But they could only care once they hurt each other, right? Oh and hurt they did, they hurt each other really bad. But, isn't it only the people you care about who could hurt you? 💙

4. Green for Trust (akidat)

Trust is tricky. Trust takes longer than love. Because you can only trust someone blindly when you love them. From the chain of broken pearls to the soft and patient unwinding of fairy lights... somewhere between that Arshi started trusting each other. And it strengthened when Arnav stepped up to dance with Khushi, strengthened again when despite all evidence against Khushi and Shyam, Arnav decided to confess his love to her... as if it was the last thing he had left to do. And later when he came to know about Garima's past, he trusted Khushi again. Because things aren't always as black and white as they look. Sometimes they're green 😉💚

5. Yellow for Worship (ibaadat)

What is love or partnership without worship? From strangers to enemies to lovers, at each stage Arnav has worshipped Khushi. Taken care of her in ways that she needed, in ways that people around her couldn't. Tangled feelings and arms entwined in one another's. A shower of gifts, a series of intoxicated confessions. Arnav may be an atheist but if he has worshipped someone apart from his family, that's Khushi. Khushi is as good as any religion to him.

6. Red for Madness (junoon)

The first thing when you think of Red is probably danger or hell-fire. And that's right too because the fierce fire they have isn't like any other. It burns and scathes. It leaves scars. It is a mad love. They hurt and insult each other, they shout at each other. Their egos are too big for one another. And when they're done hurting, they love each other just as fiercely too. ❤️

As Aakash ji has nicely put it, "Khushi ji thodi pagal hai na?". Arey Aakash ji, aapke bhai bhi thodi kam pagal hai? (Don't tell him I said that 🫢)

7. White for Death (maut)

Death is not always about dying. Well sometimes it is... like the time when Khushi nearly dies at the cliff and Arnav fin-fucking-ally kisses her but only for CPR 😒. Or when they both pretend to die on stage as star crossed lovers Heer & Ranjha.

But death is also about other things like the death of hierarchy between them when Khushi was no longer Arnav's employee. The end of anger between them during holi after days of fooling each other with farq nahi padta post contract marriage. The end of difficulties in their path (almost) when they were about to get married again, for reals. The death of distance between them, not just physically but emotionally too, when they spend the night at the hut after running away from the goons. Like they literally met at a grave (dargah) for their second encounter, no? 😌🤍

Accha toh tum padh li ho kaa? Haan, toh e par se tumka kachu toh banave ka pade, aage tumko khoon bhari taang hi samjhayegi okayyy?

Ab jao, thoda paani piyo aur humka bhi pila diyo haiin... Bahutay garmi hai aaj🔥 Hello hi bye bye!

Never mind sasuma, you guys! We're here to celebrate toh let's wish the couple first! A very very Happy 13th Anniversary to these two AND every single one of you who has loved them, adored and cherished them at some point!

Tagging the people who liked the introductory post in comments below because it wasn't clear if y'all wanted to be tagged or not oof! :((

Index to prompts here

In case you missed the first post!

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[oogieboogiewrites]

it creeps up on you, almost like a snake in the grass.

just as sneaky and sly, but multitudes more dangerous.

it sinks its teeth into you, and before you know it, the line between life or death has been drawn in the sand.

love is neither blessing nor curse. it's a secret third thing, like an enchanted cloak that changes for for the wearer. love is a shapeshifter.

it takes whatever form is necessary to do the most damage.

it can be a lot of things, anything, but it will never be what you need it to be.

love is a magnet pulling you back to the place you shouldn't go. you can kick and you can scream, but you can't resist the fundamental force that will forever bring you back home.

love is a blindfold, the wool in front of your eyes that prevents your from seeing what is right in front of you. it blinds you to the truth and lets you cherish the lie.

love is a siren, singing a sinister song that sounds like a lullaby. it looks like heaven but it feels like hell and burns twice as much.

love is the rope that binds, the restraints that stop you from doing what your conscience knows is your duty. it holds you prisoner and makes the clanking chains sound like a sweet melody.

love is a disease. a cancer that grips on to your deepest, squishiest parts and shrivels them up into unusable pieces that form a aching puzzle.

love is the greatest drug, one that makes you remember the high much better than it ever truly was. you'll spend your life fiending for it and you'll die under its needle. only in the last moments before the dark sets in will you realize you spent your life chasing a high you never reached.

love will take, take, take until you've nothing left to give. then it'll take some more.

love is a death sentence. it claims bodies, it claims lives, it claims souls. once you've enetered, you never really escape. at the end of the maze, someone different emerges. someone tainted, a more evil version of everything you've ever been.

love is greedy and envious. it is boastful and proud and rude. it is irritable and grudgeful, and revels in deception. it is unfaithful and hopeless and fragile and everything else it's not supposed to be.

love is the snake in the grass. you don't know its bitten you until you feel the venom rush your bloodstream and by then there's nothing to be done.

we all live to love. but what they don't tell you is that we all die for it, too.

[stewiesclark]

Second Nature: Chapter Five

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Breanna sat at her desk, staring at the textbook in front of her, the lines of numbers and symbols blurring into one incomprehensible mess. She’d been working on the same calculus problem for over an hour, and no matter how many times she looked at it, it refused to make sense. Frustration bubbled up inside her, and she rubbed her temples, groaning in defeat.

Her phone buzzed with a notification, but it wasn’t anything that would rescue her from the abyss of numbers. Sighing, she picked it up and without overthinking, fired off a message to the one person she trusted with math and who’d probably have a sarcastic comment ready.

Breanna 🦅: I’m drowning in numbers. Help?

She hit send and leaned back, staring at the problem again, willing it to make sense just by glaring at it. A few moments later, her phone buzzed with a reply. She opened it and found the exact response she’d expected.

Harriet 📖: You’re in luck, math wiz at your service. Meet me in my dorm?

A smile tugged at the corners of Breanna’s lips. Of course, Harriet would know how to tease her just enough without rubbing salt in the wound. Feeling a bit lighter, Breanna stood up, grabbed her notebook and calculator, and threw on her jacket. The walk to Harriet’s dorm wasn’t far, and she knew that even if she couldn’t solve the calculus problem, at least she could count on some much-needed company.

As she left her dorm room and headed down the hallway, Breanna couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Harriet always had a way of making things feel less overwhelming, and right now, that was exactly what she needed.

Breanna stepped into Harriet's dorm room, instantly comforted by the familiar clutter that greeted her. The space was chaotic in a cozy, lived-in way—papers scattered across the small desk, a few empty coffee mugs stacked precariously on the windowsill, and the scent of a vanilla candle lingering in the air. Harriet was already seated cross-legged on her bed, a soft grin playing on her lips as she typed something on her laptop.

"Welcome to the math wizard’s den," Harriet teased, glancing up. She waved her hand toward the desk, motioning for Breanna to set up shop. "I promise, we’ll conquer calculus tonight."

Breanna let out a long, dramatic sigh as she dropped her notebook and textbook onto the desk. "Honestly, I don’t know if 'conquer' is even in the cards. I’m ready to settle for 'survive'."

Harriet smirked, her eyes bright with amusement as she closed her laptop and pushed it aside. "That’s what I’m here for. We’re going to crush this."

The desk was cluttered but functional, with textbooks stacked in leaning towers and sticky notes stuck to nearly every surface. It felt like Harriet’s mind spilled over into her space, a blend of organization and chaos. Breanna slid into the chair beside the desk, flipping open her calculus notebook to the page that had been tormenting her for hours.

"Okay, so where did you lose me?" Harriet asked, standing up to lean over Breanna’s shoulder, scanning the equations.

Breanna gave her a sheepish look. "Uh… about five minutes into the lecture? I’ve been pretending I understand ever since."

Harriet chuckled, gently nudging her shoulder. "You’re hopeless, you know that?"

Breanna grinned, watching as Harriet pulled up a chair beside her. She appreciated how Harriet didn’t make her feel dumb for struggling. Instead, she calmly started explaining, breaking down the calculus problem into manageable steps. Harriet’s voice was steady and sure, her fingers tracing the path of the equations as if guiding Breanna through a maze.

As Harriet worked through the problem, her face lit up with concentration, the occasional flash of a dimple when she made a point she was particularly proud of. Breanna, meanwhile, found herself watching Harriet more than the numbers on the page. There was something magnetic about the way Harriet approached the problem—confident, at ease, like math was simply a puzzle she was destined to solve.

Breanna leaned back in her chair, a grin spreading across her face. "Look at you, Harrie. Making this look like a piece of cake."

Harriet glanced at her, an amused twinkle in her eyes. "It’s just math," she replied, brushing off the compliment with a modest shrug. "You’re the one out there dunking on people. I’ll take algebra over running suicides any day."

Breanna laughed, shaking her head. "You act like basketball’s that hard. I’d trade a three-pointer for this any day."

Harriet just laughed a little. "Yeah? Well, you can take my next exam then," Harriet shot back with a smirk, scribbling the last step of the equation on a scrap of paper.

Breanna leaned forward, her eyes following the numbers but her mind wandering. It wasn’t just Harriet’s help with the math she appreciated—it was how easy it was to be around her, how she made even studying feel like a good time. And the way Harriet had started calling her "Bre" made her smile.

As they continued working through the problem, their conversation drifted between academics and teasing banter, each lighthearted exchange bringing them closer. Harriet explained a particularly tricky concept, her hands moving animatedly as she demonstrated the steps.

"You see, this part here is where you lost the thread," Harriet said, pointing at a scribbled note Breanna had made earlier. "You were on the right track, but you took a wrong turn with that negative sign."

Breanna squinted at her own notes, trying to make sense of them. "It’s like my brain just shut down halfway through."

"That’s because you’ve been staring at it for too long. Trust me, I’ve been there," Harriet reassured her, her voice softening with understanding. "You just need a fresh perspective. And some snacks."

Breanna laughed, reaching for the open bag of chips Harriet had left beside her bed. "Now that’s a study tip I can get behind."

The room filled with a comfortable rhythm as they worked through the rest of the problem. Harriet’s explanations were punctuated by Breanna’s occasional groans of frustration, but with Harriet’s help, each hurdle seemed a little less daunting. Breanna couldn’t help but admire how patient Harriet was, never once making her feel like she was in over her head.

After a while, the study session evolved into something more relaxed. Breanna leaned back in her chair, tossing her pencil onto the desk. "Okay, you’ve officially saved my life with this calculus stuff. How do you keep all this straight in your head?"

Harriet shrugged, modest as ever. "I guess it just clicks for me. But if it makes you feel any better, I would not survive one of your workouts. You’d probably leave me in the dust."

Breanna smirked. "You should come to practice sometime. We’ll see how well you hold up."

Harriet chuckled, shaking her head. "I’d rather keep my limbs intact, thanks."

Harriet tapped her pencil against her chin, staring intently at the problem in front of her. "Alright, I think I’ve figured it out," she declared, her voice filled with mock grandeur. "We just have to solve for X, then magically save the world from imploding."

Breanna glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "Is that what calculus is? Saving the world? I thought it was just cruel and unusual punishment."

Harriet grinned, scribbling out the equation with ease. "Same thing, honestly. But if you squint hard enough, it’s like a puzzle." She glanced at Breanna. "Don’t worry. We’ve almost cracked it."

Breanna groaned dramatically, sinking back into her chair. "If we’re saving the world, I better get a cape or something."

"Capeless heroes are all the rage these days," Harriet quipped, tapping her notebook. "You just need a little brain power."

Breanna let out an exaggerated sigh, pushing her textbook aside. "At this point, I’ll take superpowers over math skills."

"Hey!" Harriet said, pretending to be offended. "Math can be fun."

Breanna shot her a skeptical look. "Fun? You’ve gotta be kidding me. I’m not convinced."

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Harriet suddenly leaned over the desk and tapped Breanna's notebook with her pencil. "You see, you just need the right motivation… or a really good distraction."

Before Breanna could respond, Harriet threw in a snide comment about the next impossible problem they had to face. "This one’s so tough, I think it might be sentient. Look at it. It’s mocking us."

Breanna smirked, grabbing a pillow from the bed and lightly tossing it at Harriet. "If math involved this much fun, I’d be an expert by now."

Harriet caught the pillow and grinned mischievously. "Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?"

Breanna chuckled, throwing another pillow Harriet’s way. "Consider it payback for all the math trauma."

Harriet ducked, her laughter filling the room as she grabbed the pillow and returned fire. What started as a casual toss soon escalated into an all-out pillow scuffle. Pillows flew across the small dorm room, papers fluttering to the ground, and the once-serious study session spiraled into a flurry of giggles and mock attacks.

Breanna, mid-laugh, ducked another incoming pillow, her competitive instincts kicking in as she scrambled across the floor to grab more ammo. "Alright, Harrie," she said, mock-serious. "This is war."

Harriet, clutching a pillow like a shield, couldn’t help but laugh as she retreated behind the bed. "I’d like to remind you," she said between breaths, "I have the home-court advantage!"

"Not for long!" Breanna launched herself toward Harriet, sending both of them toppling onto the floor. They collapsed in a heap, the pillow battle now an afterthought as their laughter filled the room, bouncing off the walls and drowning out any lingering thoughts of calculus.

Sprawled out on the floor, breathless and grinning, Harriet looked over at Breanna, her cheeks flushed from laughter. "I think we got off track."

Breanna, lying next to her, wiped a tear from her eye and nodded. "Yeah, but it was a solid break from calculus." She glanced at the scattered papers and books now strewn across the floor. "We’ve successfully turned math into a combat sport."

Harriet snorted, rolling onto her back. "Honestly, I think we just redefined the study session."

For a moment, they lay there, staring at the ceiling and catching their breath. The playful tension hung in the air, but it felt different now—easier, more relaxed. The study session had turned into something lighter, something that reminded them of how effortless it was to just be together, even when chaos surrounded them.

"Maybe we should make this a regular thing," Breanna mused, turning her head to look at Harriet. "You know, less math, more chaos."

Harriet laughed, pushing herself up onto her elbows. "I don’t know if my dorm can handle another round of 'pillow calculus'. But I’m down."

Breanna smirked. "Next time, you bring the math problems, I’ll bring the snacks and strategy."

"Deal," Harriet agreed, her grin widening as she sat up fully. She reached out and playfully ruffled Breanna’s hair. "You’re not so bad for a basketball star."

"And you’re not so bad for a math nerd," Breanna shot back, nudging Harriet’s leg with her foot.

Harriet glanced at Breanna as they both worked to tidy up. She felt the same warmth from earlier—the same sense of closeness that made her feel like, even when everything was a mess, being with Breanna made it all make sense.

"Ready for round two?" Harriet asked, holding up her notebook with a sly grin.

Breanna groaned, but her smile never faded. "You really know how to kill a moment, don’t you?"

"Only when it involves calculus."

Harriet sat cross-legged on her bed, the glow of her desk lamp casting soft shadows on the clutter of notebooks, textbooks, and snack wrappers spread across the room. It had been an exhausting day for both her and Breanna. Breanna, in particular, was drained—hours of basketball practice, team meetings, and now an insurmountable pile of calculus problems she hadn’t been able to make sense of.

Breanna, slouched in a chair across from Harriet, let out a dramatic sigh. "I swear, Harrie, this calculus stuff was made by someone who hates me personally."

Harriet smirked, glancing over at her, the faintest blush creeping into her cheeks. It was strange—she was so used to seeing Breanna as the strong, composed, near-invincible athlete. But right now, Breanna was uncharacteristically vulnerable, tangled in the web of derivatives and equations that had her completely stumped.

"You’re in luck," Harriet teased, tapping her pencil against her notebook. "I just so happen to have a math minor in progress."

Breanna laughed, her eyes lighting up at Harriet’s sarcasm. "Oh, is that so? Well, Miss Genius, please save me from this hell. I texted you in full desperation mode."

Harriet flipped her notebook to a blank page and set it on her lap, then pulled Breanna’s workbook toward her. "Alright, show me what’s got you all twisted up."

Breanna leaned forward, pointing to the equation she’d been struggling with. Her fingers brushed against Harriet’s hand briefly, sending a jolt of warmth through Harriet that she pretended not to notice.

"Here," Breanna muttered, frustrated. "This whole section on limits—it’s like they’re speaking a different language."

Harriet glanced over the problem, recognizing the basics immediately. "Okay," she began, "let’s break this down. First, you’re looking at the limit as x approaches zero. See how that part’s written?"

Breanna nodded, watching Harriet closely as she began to explain. As Harriet walked her through the steps, breaking down each component of the equation, Breanna followed along, her brow furrowing in concentration. Despite her frustration, she was impressed with how effortlessly Harriet handled the problem.

"Look at you, Harrie," Breanna said with a grin. "Making this look easy."

Harriet laughed, shaking her head. "It’s just math. You’re the one out there dunking on people and running full sprints for hours. I’d die after half your practice."

Breanna chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "We all have our strengths, I guess. Yours just happens to be brain-melting calculus."

Harriet rolled her eyes good-naturedly and returned to the problem, scribbling down a few more notes in the margins. Breanna’s eyes flickered from the notebook back to Harriet, the steady, focused expression on her face. The truth was, Breanna had grown fond of these study sessions—too fond, probably. There was something about spending time with Harriet, even over something as mundane as homework, that made Breanna feel more at ease than usual.

"Alright," Harriet said, her voice drawing Breanna back from her wandering thoughts. "Next part."

They moved through the rest of the problem, Harriet guiding Breanna, breaking things down in a way that made it seem less intimidating. Despite her earlier frustrations, Breanna found herself enjoying the session, especially with the subtle jokes and banter Harriet kept throwing in.

But as they made progress, the room's mood shifted—became more relaxed, less about academics and more about the comfort they found in each other's company.

"Okay, I think we’re done with this one," Harriet said after a few minutes, setting the notebook aside. "What do you think?"

Breanna groaned dramatically but nodded. "I think you saved me."

"You’re welcome," Harriet replied, flashing a playful grin.

There was a pause, a comfortable silence that lingered between them. Harriet reached for a water bottle on her desk, leaning back on her bed, her eyes still scanning the notes absentmindedly. Breanna, meanwhile, remained seated on the floor, her legs stretched out, staring up at the ceiling.

And then, as if out of nowhere, Breanna said it: "These study dates are becoming a thing, huh?"

Harriet almost choked on her water. She turned to Breanna, wide-eyed. "Dates?"

Breanna smirked, completely unfazed. "What? They kind of are."

Harriet’s heart raced as she tried to keep her cool. Breanna had always been bold, but this was... unexpected. Harriet wasn’t sure if Breanna was teasing her or if there was something more behind that smirk. She felt her cheeks flush, and she quickly looked back down at her notes to avoid showing how flustered she was.

"You’re really out here calling study sessions ‘dates’?" Harriet asked, trying to sound nonchalant but knowing her voice wavered just slightly.

Breanna shrugged, leaning back on her hands. "Why not? We’re hanging out, we’re spending time together... Sounds kind of date-like to me."

Harriet shook her head, a laugh escaping her despite herself. "Well, I guess I didn’t realize I was on a date."

"Surprise!" Breanna said with a grin. "Best kind of date—pillow fights and math problems."

Harriet rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at Breanna’s words. The teasing was familiar, but this felt different, a line they hadn’t quite crossed before. It made her both excited and nervous. There was something playful, yes, but also a weight to the words that made Harriet’s mind spin.

Trying to regain her composure, Harriet shot back, "If this is your idea of a date, you’ve got some seriously low standards, Bre."

Breanna laughed. "What, you’re not impressed by my calculus crisis and pillow-throwing skills? Harsh."

"I mean, snacks could improve your odds," Harriet replied, her heart pounding as she realized she was flirting back. This was new territory for them—uncharted, but not unwelcome.

Breanna raised an eyebrow, amused. "Next time, I’ll bring snacks. Maybe flowers, too, if I’m feeling generous."

Harriet’s blush deepened, and she quickly glanced away, hoping to focus back on the math. But the teasing lingered in the air, and with it, a growing tension she wasn’t sure how to handle yet. Harriet had been trying to figure out her feelings for Breanna for weeks now, ever since their friendship had deepened. And now, with Breanna’s casual use of the word "date," those feelings were coming to the surface faster than she could contain them.

The problem they had been working on sat forgotten between them, a mere backdrop to the silent conversation playing out in glances and smiles.

After a beat, Harriet spoke again, her voice a little softer. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

Breanna grinned. "Only sometimes."

They fell back into an easy silence, though the air between them felt charged now. Harriet wasn’t sure where they stood, but the banter had cracked something open. And yet, there was a comfort in it—like whatever was happening didn’t need to be defined right now. It was just there, hanging between them, waiting to be explored whenever they were ready.

For now, it was enough. Their study "dates" were becoming something more, even if they couldn’t quite put a name to it yet. And in the back of her mind, Harriet couldn’t stop smiling at the thought that maybe—just maybe—Breanna felt the same way.

As the study session began to wind down, the pile of math problems tackled and forgotten, Harriet shifted her attention to the open laptop resting on her bed. She leaned back, stretching her arms above her head, and sighed contentedly. "Alright, I think I've had my fill of calculus for the night," she announced.

Breanna, sprawled comfortably on Harriet’s bed with a pillow hugged to her chest, raised an eyebrow. "No complaints here. What’re you working on now?"

Harriet glanced at her screen, then at Breanna, a hint of hesitation in her eyes before she answered casually, "Just an essay for my English class. I’m trying to reflect on how being a lesbian has shaped my college experience so far." She said it offhandedly, her focus mostly on the blinking cursor on the screen and to be quite honest she did it not consciously before realizing what she said.

Breanna, however, immediately perked up, her lips curling into a grin. "Wait a second," she said, her tone dripping with playful incredulity. "You didn’t think I knew that?"

Harriet stopped typing, her fingers hovering over the keys as she turned slowly to face Breanna, a look of genuine surprise crossing her face. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice slightly higher than usual, caught off guard by Breanna’s confident response.

Breanna sat up a little, propping herself on one elbow and giving Harriet an amused look. "Harrie," she said with a playful smirk, "you’re not exactly subtle. I’ve known for a while."

Harriet blinked, processing the moment, and suddenly felt a wave of heat flush through her cheeks. "How did you know?! I—I never said anything!"

Breanna shrugged, clearly enjoying the moment as she tossed the pillow aside and leaned forward, her grin only widening. "I have eyes, you know. Plus, you kind of have a tell."

Harriet narrowed her eyes suspiciously, though the embarrassment was quickly giving way to curiosity. "A tell? What kind of tell?"

"Oh, you just light up like a Christmas tree every time you see a cute girl," Breanna teased, her tone lighthearted but warm. "Especially when you’re not trying to be obvious about it. It’s adorable, really."

Harriet groaned and buried her face in her hands for a second. "I can’t believe you knew this whole time and didn’t say anything."

Breanna laughed, sitting up fully now and crossing her legs beneath her. "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, by the way, I totally know you’re into girls'? Figured I’d wait for you to bring it up."

Harriet, still hiding her face in her hands, peeked out between her fingers. "I thought I was being discreet!"

Breanna shook her head, grinning. "Sorry to break it to you, Harrie, but I’ve been onto you for a while. But honestly, I love that you’re writing about it."

Harriet’s embarrassment slowly began to fade, replaced by a strange sense of relief. Somehow, she’d expected the conversation to be awkward, but Breanna’s teasing tone and matter-of-fact attitude had dissolved any tension. She found herself smiling, her nerves beginning to settle as Breanna’s easy acceptance filled the room with warmth.

"Thanks," Harriet murmured, her fingers returning to the keyboard, though her focus was now split between the screen and Breanna. "It’s been kind of a weird experience, especially navigating it in college. So I figured, why not put it into words?"

Breanna nodded, her expression softening. "That’s awesome. I mean, it’s one thing to figure yourself out, but writing about it? That’s a whole different level of understanding. I think it’s great that you're reflecting on it."

Harriet smiled, feeling a sudden rush of gratitude toward Breanna for making this conversation so easy. She let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she glanced over at her friend. "You know," Harriet said, her voice light again, "I thought you’d be more surprised."

Breanna gave her a sideways glance, the corner of her mouth tugging upward. "Come on, Harrie. I’ve been around you long enough to pick up on these things. Also, pretty sure you mentioned something about Emma Stone being your ideal woman, like, a million times."

Harriet snorted, rolling her eyes. "I never said that!"

"Oh, you absolutely did," Breanna shot back, the teasing glint returning to her eyes. "You just don’t remember. But it was in that same tone where you were trying to be cool about it but ended up gushing."

"Well, okay, maybe I said it once," Harriet conceded, though her face was still flushed. She laughed softly, the warmth of Breanna’s easygoing presence making her feel more comfortable by the second.

The conversation drifted back into a calm rhythm, the soft click of Harriet’s keyboard filling the gaps. But something had shifted between them. Harriet realized that this moment—this casual, playful exchange—had brought them even closer.

Breanna’s teasing had been more than just a joke. It was understanding, support, and an unspoken promise that Harriet’s truth, her vulnerability, would always be safe with her. Harriet smiled to herself, her fingers dancing over the keys, feeling the weight of Breanna’s presence beside her. It wasn’t just that Breanna had known—it was that she had cared enough to let Harriet reveal it in her own time.

"You know," Harriet said after a pause, looking back at her laptop screen, "I think I’m gonna include a part about how friendships have been important, too. Like, having people who get you... that makes all the difference."

Breanna smiled, her eyes warm as she watched Harriet work. "That sounds like a good idea. And, for the record, you’ve got me. Anytime you need."

Harriet's chest tightened at Breanna's words, the sincerity cutting through the playful atmosphere. She glanced over, her heart skipping a beat.

"I know," Harriet said softly. "And I’m really lucky for that."

Breanna's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, then she gave a small nod. "Same goes for me, Harrie."

With that, the study session resumed, but the air between them had changed—charged with something more meaningful, more personal. Harriet typed away, feeling the weight of Breanna’s words still settling in her heart. They were both navigating something unspoken, but in this room, with laughter, teasing, and mutual understanding, it felt like they were finally beginning to find their way.

Harriet sat in stunned silence, blinking at Breanna, who lounged comfortably on her bed, looking far too amused for someone who had just casually revealed something so significant.

The comfortable rhythm of typing and light banter was briefly interrupted as Breanna leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. She had a mischievous look on her face, like she was preparing to drop a casual bombshell. Harriet was focused on her essay, fingers clicking away on the keyboard when Breanna spoke.

"Yeah, I’m gay too. You didn’t know?" Breanna said it so casually, as if she were commenting on the weather.

Harriet’s hands froze over the keys, her eyes widening as she processed the words. She slowly turned to face Breanna, her mouth slightly open in disbelief. "Wait, you too?!" Her voice cracked on the last word, unable to hide her shock.

Breanna, seeing Harriet’s genuine surprise, burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as she leaned forward. "Harrie, please. Do I need to spell it out for you?"

Harriet blinked, her mind racing to catch up. Of course, in hindsight, it made sense—Breanna's calm demeanor, her teasing confidence. But somehow, Harriet hadn’t seen it coming. "I just—I didn’t even think about it," she said, still slightly flustered, her cheeks growing pink again.

Breanna smirked, looking utterly amused by Harriet’s reaction. "Really? You didn’t get the hints?" She shook her head, the corners of her mouth quivering. "I figured it was obvious. Like, I drop more than a few hints."

Harriet leaned back against her pillows, still processing, a bewildered smile creeping onto her face. "Hints? Like what?"

Breanna shrugged, casually ticking off examples with her fingers. "Like the fact I wouldn’t stop talking about Megan Rapinoe during the last World Cup. Or that I called Emma Watson ‘a dream,’ in front of you—twice." She chuckled again, shaking her head. "Come on, Harrie. I thought you were sharper than this."

Harriet laughed, now fully realizing how oblivious she’d been. "Okay, maybe I missed a few signs," she admitted, playfully burying her face in her hands.

Breanna nudged her with her elbow, her teasing grin still firmly in place. "Don’t worry, you’re not the only one who’s been oblivious."

Harriet peeked out from between her fingers. "Really? Like who?"

Breanna rolled her eyes dramatically. "Moriah. She didn’t realize I was into girls until I made a comment about her girlfriend. She just thought I was being overly supportive."

Harriet burst out laughing at the thought, her shoulders shaking as she tried to regain her composure. "No way. How did she react?"

Breanna shrugged, biting back a grin. "She nearly spit out her drink. Then we both just kind of laughed it off." She glanced at Harriet with a playful glint in her eye. "Seems like everyone around me needs a wake-up call."

Harriet shook her head, still smiling, but now feeling a bit of relief mixed with excitement. She hadn’t expected this revelation, but now that it was out in the open, it felt like yet another layer of their connection had been revealed. She glanced at Breanna, appreciating the easy confidence she carried with her, the way she could drop life-changing information with a laugh and a wink.

“You’re kidding, right?” Harriet finally managed to say, her voice still tinged with disbelief.

Breanna gave her a look of mock offense. “Would I joke about something like this?”

Harriet narrowed her eyes, lips twitching into a grin despite herself. “You literally joke about everything, Bre.”

Breanna laughed, the sound warm and full of amusement. "Okay, fair. But not about this.” She sat up a little straighter, fixing Harriet with a teasing look. "I just figured, you know, you would’ve picked up on it."

Harriet ran a hand through her hair, trying to replay all their interactions in her head. "I mean… I guess? Maybe? I don’t know. You’re always so..." She trailed off, gesturing vaguely at Breanna, who raised an eyebrow in question.

"So what?"

"I don’t know! You’re flirty with everyone. You call Moriah ‘babe’ all the time," Harriet countered, a playful accusation in her voice.

Breanna shrugged, clearly enjoying this. "That’s just how I am with Moriah. Besides, she knows I’m into girls."

Harriet blinked. "Wait—so Moriah knew?"

"Of course! She’s known for ages. You’re the only one who’s been blissfully unaware," Breanna teased, shaking her head like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Harriet threw her hands up in the air, a mix of laughter and exasperation bubbling out of her. "Okay, now I feel like the idiot here. Everyone knew but me!"

Breanna gave a sly smile. "Well, I never said you were the sharpest tool in the shed, Harrie."

Harriet gasped, throwing a nearby pillow at Breanna, who easily dodged it. "Excuse you! I’ll let you know I’m very sharp, thank you."

"Sure, you are," Breanna said, still grinning. "You just missed a few signals, that’s all. Happens to the best of us."

Harriet crossed her arms, feigning a pout. "So what kind of signals are we talking about here?"

Breanna tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Let’s see… I flirted with you, like, every time we hung out. I said that Emma Watson comment, which you somehow didn’t catch."

Harriet laughed. "I thought you just had a thing for British accents!"

Breanna smirked. "Well, I do, but that’s beside the point."

Harriet leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, what else?"

Breanna’s smirk deepened. "Remember that time after the game when I invited you to grab pizza and I said, ‘Just us two. Sounds like a date, right?’"

Harriet’s eyes went wide. "You meant that?! I thought you were just messing with me!"

Breanna let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, Harrie. I was messing with you, but I wasn’t kidding."

Harriet groaned and flopped back against her bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Oh my God. I’m so oblivious."

"Yeah, a little bit," Breanna teased, poking her in the side. "But that’s why we love you."

Harriet lifted her head, giving her a playful glare. "Who’s ‘we’ in this scenario? You and the other people I’ve completely missed signals from?"

Breanna laughed again. "Maybe! You never know." She nudged Harriet with her foot. "But in all seriousness, I thought you already knew. It wasn’t exactly a secret."

Harriet felt a strange mix of relief and excitement at Breanna’s revelation. It was true; she had known for some time that she liked girls, but she had never fully accepted it as exclusive. Part of her had always held back, unsure and wanting to avoid making assumptions about others, or even herself. The thought had floated around in her mind, but now it felt like the pieces were falling into place.

"I guess I just never thought about it that way," Harriet admitted, her tone more serious now. "I always felt… something, but I didn’t want to assume it was exclusive or anything. I thought maybe I was just being open-minded or something."

Breanna’s expression softened. "You don’t have to worry about that with me, Harrie. It’s cool to figure it out as you go. We all do."

Harriet smiled, feeling lighter. "Well, now that you’ve spelled it out for me, it makes a lot more sense."

Breanna chuckled. "Yeah? Took you long enough."

They both laughed, the sound filling the small room, the tension from earlier dissolving completely. It wasn’t just the playful teasing or the lighthearted banter—it was the feeling of being seen, of being known. And as they continued studying, Harriet realized just how much Breanna’s presence had become a steadying force in her life.

"Okay," Harriet said, recovering from her revelation. "So what now?"

Breanna leaned back against the headboard, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "What do you mean, ‘what now’? We’re still having a study session, aren’t we? I need to pass calculus."

Harriet groaned dramatically. "Oh, right, because helping you with calculus is way more important than the fact that we’ve both just casually come out to each other."

Breanna shrugged nonchalantly, though the glint in her eyes said otherwise. "Hey, it’s a big deal for me. Passing this class might be the most important thing that’s ever happened to me."

Harriet rolled her eyes, though she was still smiling. "Okay, okay. Back to calculus, I guess."

They settled back into the study session, but the air between them felt different now—lighter, more open. Their banter continued, but there was a deeper understanding in it, an unspoken acknowledgment of something growing between them, something they weren’t quite ready to define but couldn’t ignore anymore.

As they worked through a few more problems, Harriet couldn’t help but steal glances at Breanna, who was scribbling numbers on her notebook with focused determination. Harriet felt a strange mix of relief and excitement. Knowing they had this in common, knowing that Breanna understood her in this way, it made everything seem easier—more natural.

Breanna caught her looking and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Harriet shook her head, laughing softly. "Nothing. Just… you’re bad at math."

Breanna groaned, dramatically tossing her pencil down. "Tell me something I don’t know."

"Okay," Harriet said, unable to resist, "I didn’t know you were gay until, like, twenty minutes ago."

Breanna rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at her. "Touché, Harrie. Touché."

They both laughed again, the atmosphere of the room shifting into something warm and comfortable. Amidst the chaotic backdrop of their study session, Harriet felt a newfound sense of connection with Breanna. They were navigating the uncertainties of life together, and that was enough.

Maybe their study sessions were more like dates after all.

Harriet couldn't help but reflect on how different it felt to open up to Breanna in this way. Each laugh, each shared secret brought them closer, transforming what had started as casual hangouts into something deeply meaningful.

"Hey, Bre," Harriet ventured, her tone a little more serious now. "I really appreciate you being so open about this. It means a lot to me."

Breanna met her gaze, her smile softening. "Of course. It’s nice to finally talk about it with someone who gets it."

Harriet nodded, feeling the weight of their shared experiences and new understandings. "I guess we’re both figuring things out, huh?"

Breanna chuckled. "Yeah, but at least we’re doing it together."

They exchanged a look that felt charged with possibilities, a silent agreement that this connection was something worth nurturing. As they returned to their studying, Harriet felt a flutter in her chest��a mix of excitement and something deeper. It was a new territory for both of them, but somehow, it felt right.

They both laughed again, the atmosphere of the room shifting into something warm and comfortable. Amidst the chaotic backdrop of their study session, Harriet felt a newfound sense of connection with Breanna. They were navigating the uncertainties of life together, and that was enough.

Maybe their study sessions were more like dates after all.

As the tension from their earlier revelations began to fade, Harriet and Breanna found themselves caught in a lighthearted moment.

“Can you believe we both kept it a secret from each other?” Harriet said, shaking her head in disbelief. “Like, how did we not figure this out sooner?”

Breanna laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Honestly, it’s a miracle we managed to keep it under wraps this long. I mean, how many flirty comments does a girl have to make before you pick up on it?”

Harriet grinned, playfully rolling her eyes. “Maybe I thought you were just really friendly? You do have a way of making everyone feel special.”

Breanna smirked, leaning back against the wall. “Well, I’m glad you finally caught on. I was starting to feel like I was giving off ‘crazy ex-girlfriend’ vibes.”

“Please,” Harriet scoffed, still chuckling. “You’ve got more charm in your pinky finger than most people have in their whole bodies. If anything, I was just slow on the uptake.”

As their laughter subsided, Harriet felt a curious thought cross her mind. “You know, I kind of thought you might be bi or something. Just the way you joked about girls sometimes.”

Breanna raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? You thought that?”

“Yeah, I mean, I didn’t want to assume,” Harriet replied, feeling a bit shy. “It’s just you seemed... open to it? But I didn’t know for sure.”

Breanna chuckled, a playful smile spreading across her face. “Well, you’re not entirely wrong. I’m definitely into girls. But honestly, you’re the first person I’ve told. You’re kind of special that way.”

Harriet felt her cheeks flush at the compliment. “Wow, I’m honored! But seriously, how did you keep that a secret?”

“Honestly, it just never came up. I guess I thought people would assume I was straight since I dated guys in high school,” Breanna explained, her tone light. “But here we are, both of us figuring it out.”

They both erupted into laughter, the sound ringing through Harriet’s dorm room. The playfulness between them shifted into a comfortable rhythm as they resumed their study session, but now it was infused with a deeper connection, an undercurrent of understanding that hadn’t existed before.

“Okay, back to calculus,” Breanna said, her tone mock-serious as she grabbed her pencil and flipped through her notes. “I really need to conquer this beast.”

Harriet leaned over to help her, still feeling the warmth from their earlier conversation. “Alright, let’s tackle this one step at a time. You’ve got this, Bre.”

Breanna raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on her lips. “Coming from the girl who thought dividing by zero was a valid mathematical strategy?”

Harriet gasped in faux offense, placing a hand over her heart. “Excuse you! I was experimenting with my approach!”

Breanna giggled, shaking her head. “Experimenting, huh? You mean you were just being completely reckless.”

“Exactly! That’s what makes me such an adventurous spirit!” Harriet shot back, grinning widely.

With every jab and playful comment, the bond between them deepened. Breanna leaned in closer as Harriet explained a particularly tricky concept, their shoulders brushing against each other. The light touch sent a spark of warmth coursing through Harriet, and she couldn’t help but steal glances at Breanna’s focused expression, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“You’re really good at this,” Breanna said, looking up from her notes with genuine admiration. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Harriet felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, and she shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Well, it’s not rocket science. Just some numbers and letters playing dress-up.”

“Yeah, but you make it look easy,” Breanna replied, her tone softening. “You’ve got a knack for breaking things down.”

“Thanks, Bre. It means a lot to hear you say that,” Harriet said, meeting Breanna’s gaze. In that moment, the air between them shifted again, becoming thick with unspoken feelings. They both held a hint of vulnerability in their eyes, the playful banter giving way to something more profound.

“I mean it,” Breanna continued, her expression earnest. “You make me feel like I can actually get through this class, you know?”

Harriet smiled back, a swell of warmth filling her chest. “You’ll crush it, I promise. Just keep showing up like you are now, and you’ll be fine.”

With a nod of determination, Breanna turned her focus back to her notes, but the atmosphere had changed. Their playful teasing remained, but now there was an unspoken depth to it, a recognition of the feelings brewing beneath the surface.

“Okay, so I need to practice these derivatives,” Breanna said, her tone lightening again. “And I promise, next time we hang out, I won’t drag you into my math struggles. I’ll find someone else to annoy.”

Harriet laughed, nudging her playfully. “Oh, come on! You know I secretly love being your math tutor. It’s like a calling.”

Breanna smirked, glancing sideways at her. “And you call this a calling? ‘Harriet, the math tutor’? You’ve got some lofty goals, my friend.”

“I’m just trying to stay versatile,” Harriet said, mock-serious as she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. “You never know when someone might need calculus help in the real world.”

Breanna chuckled, shaking her head. “You might be onto something. Maybe I should start charging for my sessions.”

“Oh, definitely,” Harriet said, her tone teasing. “I can see the headlines now: ‘Breanna Stewart, the calculus queen, ruling the court and the classroom!’”

Breanna threw her head back, laughing heartily. “Now that’s a title I could get behind. Just imagine all the endorsement deals!”

“Okay, one more problem before we call it a night?” Breanna asked, her expression playful yet earnest.

“Absolutely,” Harriet replied, feeling a renewed sense of motivation. “Let’s do this.”

As they dove back into calculus, Harriet couldn’t shake the warmth in her chest. With every joke and shared laugh, the line between friendship and something more became increasingly blurred.  And in that moment, Harriet knew they were on the brink of something beautiful, something worth exploring.

As the evening drew to a close, the atmosphere in Harriet’s dorm room shifted to a soothing calm. The remnants of their study session were strewn across the room—textbooks stacked haphazardly, crumpled papers littering the floor, and snack wrappers cluttering the desk. The space, once buzzing with lively conversation and laughter, now felt like a cozy haven where two friends had shared not just knowledge but a deeper connection.

Breanna stretched out on the floor, her limbs sprawled comfortably as she let out a contented sigh. She was visibly exhausted, both from the mental gymnastics of calculus and from the emotional highs that had punctuated their night. Harriet couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her friend. Breanna’s hair was tousled, and her cheeks were slightly flushed from the combination of exertion and the warmth of their shared moments.

From her chair, Harriet watched Breanna with a soft, affectionate gaze. It struck her how natural their time together had become over the weeks. Gone were the days of awkward silences or hesitant glances. Instead, they had cultivated an atmosphere of ease and playfulness, seamlessly weaving together study sessions with laughter and heartfelt conversations. 

In that moment of reflection, Harriet also recognized the unspoken tension that simmered beneath the surface of their friendship. It was as if they were both dancing around their feelings, hesitant to acknowledge the deeper bond that was forming between them. There was a comfort in their shared laughter and light-hearted banter, but there was also a weight to the moments when their gazes lingered a little too long or when their laughter faded into silence, filled with unexpressed thoughts.

Breanna finally broke the stillness as she pushed herself up from the floor, brushing off her clothes and gathering her scattered belongings. She glanced at Harriet, her eyes sparkling with mischief and playfulness. “Same time next week?” she asked, a hint of expectation in her voice.

Harriet felt her heart skip a beat at the casual phrasing. The way Breanna said “next week” felt loaded with possibility, stirring a mix of excitement and uncertainty within her. “It’s a date,” she replied, the words tumbling out before she could fully process their weight, which is crazy since she always processes things before she speaks.

Breanna’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and then a delighted grin broke across her face. “Oh, is it now? A date? I like the sound of that.” She leaned back against the doorframe, crossing her arms with a playful smirk. “What do you think? Should I dress up for our study dates? Maybe put on a fancy dress or something?”

Harriet laughed, feeling her cheeks warm. “Well, I mean, if you want to impress me, I won’t say no!”

“Good to know I’ll have to step up my game,” Breanna teased, her tone light and teasing. “Maybe I’ll bring a dessert next time. I hear cupcakes are great for studying.”

“Cupcakes? That sounds like a distraction!” Harriet said, shaking her head dramatically. “But I guess I could manage a little distraction for the right person.”

As their playful banter continued, Harriet’s heart raced. Each teasing remark felt charged with something more, an unacknowledged tension that lingered just beneath the surface. The laughter they shared was infectious, yet it was tinged with an undercurrent of anticipation.

“You know,” Breanna said, her expression shifting slightly more serious, “I really enjoy these study dates. They’re becoming the highlight of my week.” She tilted her head, her gaze searching Harriet’s. “It’s not just about the math. It’s nice to have someone who gets it, you know?”

“Totally,” Harriet agreed, her voice softening. “I feel the same way. I mean, I knew I liked girls, but I never really thought about it as something I could share with someone—especially not like this.”

Breanna leaned closer, intrigued. “You knew you liked girls? That’s awesome! But… how did you figure that out?”

Harriet hesitated, considering her words carefully. “I guess I always just felt it. Like, there were times in high school when I’d crush on girls, but I didn’t really know what to make of it. I didn’t want to assume I was gay or anything. I mean, I thought maybe I was just a little bisexual or something.”

Breanna nodded, her expression encouraging. “I get that. For me, I just always knew. It was like the moment I started crushing on girls, it clicked. But I guess you have to explore it at your own pace.”

“Exactly!” Harriet exclaimed, feeling relieved. “But I was so nervous to talk about it. It felt like such a big deal, and I wasn’t sure how people would react.”

Breanna smiled knowingly. “It’s a big deal! But you know what? You’re really brave for sharing that. And hey, you’re not alone in this. We’re figuring it out together.”

Their conversation settled into a comfortable rhythm, and Harriet felt a sense of ease wash over her. They shared stories of their past crushes and the awkwardness of high school experiences. Each revelation felt like another brick being laid in the foundation of their connection. As they continued to chat, Harriet found herself feeling lighter, more liberated in sharing her thoughts and experiences.

Finally, as the evening settled into a calm quiet, Breanna stretched out on the floor again, exhaling dramatically. “Well, that was exhausting! Math and all this emotional sharing—it’s a lot for one night.”

Harriet chuckled, watching her friend with affection. “You survived, though! Look at you, tackling calculus and deep conversations like a pro.”

Breanna grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Only because I have an amazing study partner.”

“Right back at you,” Harriet said, her voice softening. “I’m really glad you’re here. It’s nice to have someone I can trust.”

The warmth in the room shifted slightly, as if the air itself was charged with unspoken feelings. Harriet felt a flutter in her chest, her thoughts swirling with the possibilities of what lay ahead.

As they prepared to wrap up the night, Breanna suddenly sat up, an idea striking her. “You know, we should make these study dates a thing. Like a regular tradition. I mean, it’s not just studying—it’s also bonding.”

“I’d like that,” Harriet replied, feeling a sense of anticipation. “We can make it a weekly thing, where we can tackle whatever homework we have and still have time for… whatever else this is.”

Breanna smiled, her expression serious yet playful. “Yeah, whatever else. I mean, we’re making it work, right? We’ll be the ultimate study buddies!”

“Definitely,” Harriet said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I just hope I can keep up with your math skills!”

Breanna laughed, and the sound filled the room like music, lightening the mood once more. “Oh, please! Just promise me there will always be cupcakes involved.”

“Deal,” Harriet replied, grinning back. “But only if you promise to keep the study banter rolling. Otherwise, it might just turn into a study nap.”

“Hey, I’m all for naps, but only after we’ve conquered calculus!” Breanna said, her laughter ringing in the air.

“Same time next week?” Breanna asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“It’s a date,” Harriet replied, her heart racing at the implication of her words.

Breanna grinned, her excitement evident. “Awesome! Can’t wait!” She waved as she headed out the door, the energy of their banter still buzzing between them.

Harriet leaned back in her chair, watching Breanna leave, the word “date” hanging in the air like a tantalizing promise. A flutter of anticipation coursed through her veins, a thrilling combination of hope and anxiety about where these study sessions—and their relationship—might lead. The night had been filled with laughter, teasing, and revelations, but the unresolved tension lingered, leaving Harriet with a heightened sense of curiosity about what was to come.

After Breanna slipped out of the room, Harriet leaned back in her chair, staring at the door for a moment as her mind raced. What did it mean for their friendship to be labeled a “date”? In the quiet of her room, Harriet felt a warmth spread through her, a reassuring comfort that came from the bond they had built. The laughter they had shared, the teasing remarks, and the moments of vulnerability had created something special. She realized that her feelings for Breanna were definitely there.

[puzzles-are-fun]

The magnet puzzle under the zebra rock

This is a bit of a rant and I apologise.

I just found a new (to me) Nancy Drew Tumblr and started my exploration of it by going to the SHA tag as that's my favourite ND game.

I came across a post about the magnet puzzle under the zebra rock at Trail Stop. I immediately got annoyed at the part that says "Everyone knows (or they do now…) that if you have Nancy lift Zebra Rock and put it back down like 30 times the bars over the board get erased which makes the puzzle approximately 15 times easier."

I have seen a few posts about that tip for that puzzle and I have commented on at least two of them. UHS Hints.com says to "Back away from the puzzle and let the rock drop down, then lift it up again and open the puzzle. Repeat this five or six times, and the bars will disappear. The maze is now merely slightly annoying instead of impossible.".

If the bars go away (which they do, as I said, SHA is my fave ND game, I've beaten it dozens of times over the past 20 years - I'm probably around 10 years older than most of the people who run a lot of Nancy Drew Tumblrs, which isn't a bad thing, but I feel old when I read some of them, which is a me problem) after 5 or six times, why are people continuing to close the puzzle and back away 24 more times? Save yourself the hassle of lifting the rock (why can't Nancy just leave the rock to the side of the puzzle and close the box lid and back away?) and listening to Nancy obnoxiously grunt 24 times and check the puzzle after 6 times! The game gave us an out, take it!

Or is it a matter of the post about the puzzle having been written a long time ago (I just checked and it was written 11 years ago) and the author hasn't played SHA in a while and is just using a random number and I'm nitpicking? Probably. I just like accuracy.

[dragon-snoots-a-boopin]

Before I begin, because people are this thick, please regard this post as MY OPINION about MY EXPERIENCE with this game.

I didn't think it was possible but, I think that Resident Evil 0 is up there, for myself, up there with RE6 as the one of the worst RE games I've had the displeasure of playing. Now, before a certain someone who made some dumb remakes on my personal critique of RE6 thinks it, it was NOT because of the fixed camera angles as that didn't bother me at all.

The first part of my issue that everything is a god damn maze and a god damn puzzle and that makes me absolutely super frustrated to have to deal with.

But, the biggest issue that I have is that there's pretty much nothing that give me any semblance of what the FUCK I am doing and that frustrates me to no end! For me, it all starts with the first time that the two characters get separated. It took me looking at a god damn guide to figure out that I was supposed to send the key down the service elevator and then take person #2 to the lower part of it, get the key, go to the conductor's room and eventually find an ice pick and get that to character #1 so they can open the stuck door. How on Earth was I supposed to have figured out on my own??? Oh, that's right, you can't!

After that, I was just not even sure what I was supposed to do because nothing in the game give me any idea, any sort of small hint as to what I am supposed to do next. So, I consulted the guide, again, to learn that I needed to get two rings to open a briefcase that contained a keycard to open the door to the front car of the train. Again, how was I supposed to know that this was the next step??? But, what really sealed the deal is the next part. We have to stop the train. One of the brakes is in that front car where we are and the other is on very last train car. I pick a character and the countdown begins! Yes, as if this was not already a stressful, frustrating and pain in the ass game so far, now they want to do a god damn timed segment??? Anyway, I get to the last train car, use the magnetic card and then am presented with a keypad and a number because I have to put in the train conductor's code which...nothing in the game give me any hint as to what this code is!!! Again, I have to consult the guide to learn both front and back break codes and how to enter them. Again, for the third time, HOW THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE CODE OR HOW TO ENTER THEM ON MY OWN WHEN I AM ON A THREE MINUTE TIME CRUNCH!!!!!!!!

And all this was just my experience with the first section of this game. Now, look, I don't have a problem using guides for games. But, it becomes a problem when a game feels like I need a guide open for the entire length of the game and this game definitely feels like that 100%. There needs to be a balance between "figure it out for yourself" games and "here's what you do and where you go every step of the way" as that's where I like to be with games. RE0 definitely feels like a "figure it out for yourself" type of game that makes me feel like I need a guide open for all of it.

[companionwolf]

fidget toy rankings (under cut bc its long + I will add to it even more >:3c)

Fidget cube: these are very good; second choice right now for combating dermatillomania; I like every side of the cube; 10/10

Cat fidget cube: I don't like this one nearly as much as the standard cube-- the only part I like is the button nose and crank tail; 3.5/10

Spinner ring: first choice for dermatillomania issues; 10/10

Boink: kind of boring; 3/10

Infinity cube: I don't like these: 1/10

Cube spinner: kinda weighted; mine is a fun blue color; therapist recommended this to me as a focus point for when I'm distressed; I like it a lot; 10/10

Palm Pal: small squishy friend! 9/10

Tangle: these aren't my favorite but they do their job well; 6/10

Tangle relax: I like these more than regular tangles because of the texture; 7/10

Little magnetic balls: another one therapist recommended; I love these, mine is rainbow; 10/10

Marble maze: it's a fabric maze, it doesn't do very much; I like it more than the boinks though; 4/10

Rolling bike chain fidget: I like these but I dunno how to use them right; mine has orange (: 5/10

Bike chain fidget: I don't understand how to use this ): 1/10

Thinking putty: good but i can't use it while wearing rings; I don't like the scented ones; 6/10

Kinetic sand: yes yes love this thing the sand; mine is blue; it go squishy!!!! 10/10

Squishy animal stress toy: ok. 2/10

3D printed articulated animal: I don't know how to fidget with these ): 1/10

Rainbow puzzle ball: LOVE IT!!!!! occupies my brain; 10/10

Infinity bubble wrap: goes pop and its fun to push the buttons; 8/10

Mochi squishy: fun! but gets kinda dirty and oily; you have to dust them with flour which for me is fun; mine is a seal; 7.5/10

Wooden flexi: these are fun but break kinda easy; we had these in Laurie the advisors office at shorthorn because she is amazing and understands that many of the staff are ND; 6/10

Liquid timer: also present in Laurie the advisor's office; I like to watch this, I think I would like to buy one; 7/10

Glitter jar/wand: I have a glitter jar a therapist gave me, it's purple; I like it, good for calm down; 6.5/10

Rolling bead lanyard: I like these but mine is worn out and stretched ):; 5.5/10

Spiky ring: gives lots of input but idk if I actually like that; mine is orange; 2/10

Tsum tsum: good, portable, tiny bit of beans; many characters; i have many venoms and some Disney animals; not super interesting re: actions to stim with; 8/10

Very small squishmallow: good for squeeze; many choices; quality is less good nowadays; 6/10

Neko dango: BEANS! SOFT! SQUISH! 10/10

Worry stone: I like it (: 7.5/10

Hacky sack: squishy...... be careful not to make it open and spill the hacky! 7.5/10

D20 die: good, but easy to lose; 6.5/10

Bean popper thing: very good! 7/10

[reincarnival]

Papyrus Care kit for anon!!

Maze cube / Dinosaur Oatmeal soap / Skull kandi cuff / Annoying dog keychains/magnets / Car desk pad / Sliding puzzle toy / Peppermint Snow candle

[mixtapenumber16]

Lost in a Maze of My Own Making

My mind is a labyrinth, with her at its perplexing center. It began as a flicker of interest, a curious puzzle I yearned to solve. Now, it's a consuming conflagration, a wildfire of emotions that threatens to engulf me entirely.

There's an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that draws me inexorably closer. Her intellect is a stimulant, a cognitive catalyst that ignites sparks of fascination within me. Yet, beneath the sharp exterior lies a depth, a complexity that hints at a world of untold wonders. I find myself yearning to explore this uncharted territory, to delve into the recesses of her mind and soul.

A maelstrom of emotions churns within me - curiosity, attraction, and a tinge of apprehension. Is this infatuation, or something more profound? The fear of getting lost in this labyrinth of my own creation is a constant companion, a shadow that looms over every interaction. Yet, the allure of discovery is an irresistible siren song, pulling me deeper into the unknown.

I'm caught in a delicate balance between head and heart. Logic whispers caution, reminding me of the potential for heartbreak. But my heart yearns for connection, for a shared experience that transcends the ordinary. I’m navigating this uncharted territory with trepidation and hope, each step a gamble, each moment a revelation.

I apologize if this feels like an excessive focus on a single individual. It's simply that she has captured my attention in a way that's both exhilarating and disconcerting.

[netscapenavigator-official]

Oh man, your list is a rollercoaster! You're probably the only other person I've ever found who thought the Deadly Device was the absolute worst! It was so incredibly frustrating and dry. Tbf I agree with or can understand most of the bottom of the list (Though I thought Captive Curse was a bit closer to mid, and VEN closer to a low mid (love to know more about why you hated that one!).

You have a ton of shockers on there, though. SHA at the bottom? Kapu in the top five? I personally think Shadow Ranch belongs at the bottom but I have my own unpopular opinions haha

If you wanna chat ND games, my DMs are open! I'd love to hear about the game rankings you feel strongly about-- I think your MID ranking was controversial but I like your backbone and I'd love to trade experiences <3

This ask is old, but oh well.

I'm glad you think so. From what I've seen, a lot of ND fans tend to rank DED highly. It was, like, the sixth game I'd every played on my own, and coming off the heals of TMB, it was certainly a disappointment. I love electricity and the story behind Nikola Tesla, but for some reason, this game had me completely tore up. I was so upset at one point that I had to step back and go "if this game isn't making you happy, then stop playing it," so I had to take a break for the rest of the day.

For CAP, it was just another case of it being one of my earlier games. I don't remember it being a bad game, per say, just that I didn't understand the Nancy Drew-isms. I'm about the replay this one, and I'm excited. It was the first game I ever played, on my own, without watching a play through, prior. Now that I know what to expect from ND games, I'm excited to see how my opinion on this one changes.

As for VEN, it was a victim of the "last puzzle Achilles heal." Basically, I may have enjoyed quite a few of these games, but one puzzle at the end was so awful that it caused me to lower its ranking. I rank the games immediately after finishing them for the first time, so if a game has a particularly difficult puzzle at the end, it tends to effect its overall score negatively. For VEN, it was the water level puzzle. I didn't save before doing it, and there's no way to reset it, so by the time I realized I was supposed to use that paper to help me, I'd completely fucked everything up, and I had to do it all my own by guessing. It wasn't fun, and it severely negatively effected the game's ranking. Overall, though, when I replayed the game, I had a pretty fun time. Another example of the "final puzzle Achilles heal" is The Secret of Shadow Ranch. For SHA, it was easily gonna be a top 10 game, but I hated that magnet maze puzzle so much, it ended up falling to 14/35, unfortunately.

By "SHA" I'm assuming you mean Shadow at the Water's Edge (SAW), since the real SHA (The Secret of Shadow Ranch) is pretty high. The reason SAW got marked down is simply because it's spooky. I don't do well with spooky games, and I tend to be extremely tense while playing them. I also tend to cover my eyes or look away a lot, so by the end of SAW, I felt like I hadn't really gotten a rewarding experience out of it. Also, it suffered from the Achilles heal puzzles too because the Master Sudoku and Kasumi's Nonagram puzzle were way to fucking hard for Junior Detective mode. Also, I didn't understand that I needed to use the miniature sword to cut the ropes at the end, which resulted in me getting a game over quite a few times. All of these just contributed to me having a stressful time with this game. I recently replayed it and had a much better time since I knew where all the jumpscares were.

As for The Creature of Kapu Cave, I know that's a controversial opinion of mine. Like how scary games tend to unfairly rank lower because I'm a weenie, games that are set in Snowy or Beachy environments tend to do better because I like those environments. For example, my initial playthrough of Ransom of the Seven Ships was awful. It ranked in the bottom five, but it's the only game in the bottom five that I enjoyed replaying and would consider doing again, out of leisure. The same is true for TRT. While it ranked 23/35, I would replay that game over and over until I knew every word of dialogue by heart. My initial playthrough sucked because I wasn't familiar with the old ND controls and poorly placed clickboxes, but now I love the game. CRE is a similar case. The beachy environment was something I enjoyed playing with. For some reason, in my initial playthrough, I never noticed the plot holes or how inconsistent the dialogue was. Also, because the game is so short, I got through it without getting a chance to get really mad at it. I did enjoy it, but after replaying it, I definitely understand how it feels undercooked and why it isn't a favorite amongst the community.

And I totally get your SHA opinion. A lot of the puzzles sucked, and I wasn't really fond of any of the characters. Its saving grace was the cozy environment. My subconscious opinion on the environments the games take place in tend to greatly influence their ranking. Being in a ghost town or a deserted ravine, miles away from civilization? It all just felt so cozy, too me. Also that one electric bass solo background song that goes SO FUCKING HARD. All that contributed to my higher than average ranking. However, if I was choosing a game to replay, SHA wouldn't be one of my top picks, even though it ranked pretty high.

As for MID, it certainly looked like shit, but I've never really turned to a Nancy Drew game for it's ground-breaking visuals. All I want is coziness; fun, but not hard puzzles; and a good storyline. MID was the final plot developed by the original HeR Interactive crew before they all got laid off. From what employees have said about the (original version of) game, it really was supposed to be a lot of references and fans service. It shows, imo, and I really enjoyed the story. I just wished it has Sea of Darkness-esk visuals to go with it and more (but easier than KEY) puzzles.

[softzenia-tech]

Figuring Out Health Mysteries: A Look at the Best Diagnostic Centre

In the middle of Noida's busy cityscape, where everyday life is loud and busy, there is a lot of untapped health potential. One thing that is still very important as we try to figure out health is the need for reliable medical services. There are several best diagnostic centre in Noida, and they are all trying to offer the best service. Let's go on a mission to find the best diagnostic clinics in Noida so that we can get care that goes above and beyond our goals and is thoughtful and kind. 

Diagnostic Centres: A Trip to the Heart of Noida 

At the heart of every thriving community is a healing space where problems can be talked about, and tools can be found. For a wide range of medical treatments, Noida's diagnostic facilities are trusted sources. The MRI scan centre in Noida use the most up-to-date technology and hire highly trained professionals to make sure the utmost precision and accuracy, whether it's a simple checkup or a complicated treatment. 

MRI centres are the start of a new adventure. 

Magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) pictures are very helpful for understanding how the human body works and what its structures are. There are a lot of magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) centres in Noida that say they can solve health puzzles more accurately than anyone else. Modern tools and skilled professionals are used in these places to show people how their bodies work, which helps them understand their health better. 

Ultrasound facilities are riding the wave of new ideas. 

Ultrasonography is one of a kind among diagnostic imaging methods because it lets you see inside the complicated web of life without hurting anything. Ultrasound centre in Noida is open to new ideas and methods, and they use the latest technology to give people very clear results. They can hear the soft hum of the machines while they rest easy, knowing that trained experts are taking care of their health. 

Noida's Best Diagnostic Centre: Getting to the Heart of Greatness 

No doubt there are many MRI centre in Noida, but one stands out as a great choice. Because of how dedicated it is to excellence and patient care, this facility is a live example of how empathy can change healthcare. Every scan shows a chance for a better future; this is more than just a picture. 

Last Thoughts on Finding Your Way to Health 

As we make our way through Noida's diagnostic maze, it becomes clear that trust and faith are the best ways to reach wellness. These are the best diagnostic centre in Noida. They offer more than just the services you need, like an MRI, an ultrasound, or just a normal checkup. They also give you peace of mind, hope for a healthy tomorrow, and encouragement when you're not sure. An unwavering dedication to quality marks Noida's healthcare scene. Let's start this journey together. 

[empledxi]

Dungeon Adventuring Parameters:

floors that progressively get more difficult as they continue, for greater rewards such as treasure, valuable goods and materials. like the fruit of life.

if you have possible options for how many individuals need to do it.

I believe that having a group with lots of people is just more of a detriment honestly.

It's better to have a small elite group that knows how to do anything and everything but even that can be too much for extreme environments or dangerous missions because people can get attached which could be detrimental to the mission and for mental health.

Therefore, I believe that only one person needs to do it: take one dungeon crawler or a solar leveler.

A possible way they can maintain their social health and mental wellness is by frequently staying in contact with Mission Control but that's not always possible, for example for long distance space exploration it might be better if the people traveling didn't have any attachments or a need to go back because of relativity.

The environmental obstacles or Difficulties:

Physical obstacles, and awareness of location

Extreme temperatures, hot or cold.

Radiation, harmful radiation levels.

Pressure, underwater pressure.

Gravity, more or less.

unsuitable air, low Oxygen, or Poisoned air.

Medical treatment:

life threatening injury, loss of limbs, blood loss,

Magical Curses,

Hygiene, and Sustenance:

Lack of clean food and water, or the energy to test and clean it.

getting sufficient foods with the right nutrients.

waste disposal.

Mental health:

Social Isolation.

no sense of night and day causing a messed up sleeping cycle rather bad circadian rhythm.

The Harsh Environments:

dence underground forest, caves, cliffs, underwater caves, magma chambers, cold caves,

limited movement cramped or no space,

unstable terrain, survival puzzles, traps, etc.

Labyrinth's, mazes and confusing and or changing areas,

Requiring a map or a way to track your location underground.

Getting lost.

Sensory Hindrances, debuffs:

sudden blinding lights, low to no visibility due to a dead battery, no fuel.

Fog, Mist, Smoke, Smog, Dust, Brackish Water.

Sudden loud noises causing hearing loss and disorientation, or the lack of noise.

Bad smells.

Potentially Unique and dangerous organisms, monsters, or food. bioluminescent life forms.

Ultimate dungeon survival set:

Mental fitness and health.

equipment training, combat training.

Physical fitness and health.

stamina, resistance.

Tactical Gear:

basically a long term combat modular space suit, that can be taken apart and replaced as needed.

solar panels.

vitals display.

oxygen, water, food, supply.

external air collection and purifier.

internal oxygen generating eco cycle.

waste recycling management system.

adequately pressurized air tight.

radiation blocking hazmat suit.

AC, Heater,

temperature conditioning, cooling and heating.

insulated with Aerogels fabric, fireproofing.

Self healing plastic fabric polymer, Carbon Nanotubes wires.

bulletproof armor with padding.

D3O armoring.

knife proof, stab proof, slash proof "fabric".

Integrated Padding and flotation device and a deplorable life jacket, skydiving, hang glider, parachute.

Gecko imitation adherence fingertips grips on gloves.

Touchscreen fingerprint gloves.

litmus tests in the gloves.

magnetic grip gloves and toed shoes.

exterior shoes

running cleats with retractable Spurs, like claws.

Extendable ankle pogo shoes for faster running, also with electric powered heelys or roller skate wheels.

integrated exoskeleton to dampen the strain on muscle.

Tactical heavy duty blast proof, bullet proof Shield. with a mirror on the inside.

the shield can neatly cover the Backpack

and protect their back.

the sleeping bag can double for a regular bag,

lots of multi-tools: ax, pickaxe, shovel, magnetic hammer, all in one. drill.

utensils and dishes, sporks.

military grade compass, whistle, thermometer.

temperature indicated color changing coating and metal, like an external thermometer.

Solar panels, and power bank.

rechargeable electric lighter, for starting fires.

rechargeable electric taser.

color changing flashlights, and lasers.

sniper scope / monocular for long distances.

Oscillating sword or a vibroblade.

Bayonet, Uzi, Pistol and Assault rifle.

A gun Silencer / flash suppressor.

grappling hook, harpoon, rope, boomerangs.

UV light charging, glow-in-the-dark plastic material used on everything, so it could be used without electricity, but with a cover so they can be completely dark if needed.

even when things break they're made of useful parts.

Ball cap like helmet visor.

Night Vision goggles lenses.

Infrared heat vision goggles.

Light filtering modular glare sun shield.

Light transition lenses.

internal goggles cleaner, windshield wiper.

Sound Dampening headphones, to hear less.

Hearing Aids, to hear small sounds better.

FBI CIA earpiece. vibration communication glasses.

multi-tool components:

Awl, Crimper, Knife, bottle cap opener, Pliers, Pry Tool, Ruler, Saw, Screwdrivers, Wire Cutter, Food Peeler, various clamps.

Non Electric:

waterproof non-rust hydrophobic surface, all long lasting materials, modular and replaceable parts.

physical clamp lock.

magnetic parts.

slot for a replaceable magnesium pencil sharpener, two sizes.

emergency whistle.

mechanical timer.

flexible fabric tape measures, in, cm, ft.

mercury thermometer.

magnifying glass / solar fire starter.

compass, glow in the dark needle and dial.

circular 50 year manual calendar.

analog clock. both military time and standard time. as well as Zulu time.

Electric:

digital clock,

recharging solar panels.

hand crank / squeeze powered.

rechargeable LI battery bank.

replaceable batteries.

USB, USB-C, USB-A, HDMI V 1.2 and HDMI V 1.3, VGA, DVI Mini, DVI, etc compatible.

radio.

transceiver, walkie-talkie.

speaker volume.

headphone jack compatible.

Bluetooth compatible.

high power electric LED, flashlight,

emergency strobe light, laser pointer,

electric plasma lighter.

Inner Hoodie:

short sleeved under shirt hoodie with no stitching showing inside, with extra extra length down.

stretchy in the joint area, but skinny and snug.

hood, strings, zipper,

hand pockets on the sides, and

inside pockets with zippers.

Outer overcoat:

buttons and clips to the outer coat or cloak,

tall neck caller, slightly thicker in the back like a head rest pillow,

softer fabric mouth cover mask,

long sleeves with thumb holes,

openable holes on the sleeve shoulders for arms,

interior pockets on the chest area and larger pockets with zippers and a flap, in the lower belly area of the coat,

accessible outside coat pockets too,

longer draping cloak like a almost cape on the sides and back,

made with not lasting materials like linen polyester blend,

Gore-tex with a hydrophobic surface, especially on the shoulders and back,

airogel thermal insulation,

D3O padding on the elbows.

or just be an op demon lord protagonist.

[tamiscolaris]

[Image description: a poem made from screenshots of wikipedia articles. The text varies in font, size, and spacing.

[Text reads:] A maze is a path or collection of paths, typically from an entrance to a goal. The word is used to refer both to brancing tour puzzles through which the solver must find a route, and to simpler non-branching (”unicursal”) patterns that lead unambiguously through a convoluted layout to a goal.

[An image of a simplistic symmetrical maze. The image is captioned:] The four axis pattern as executed in Chartres Cathedral (early 1200s). Players enter at one spot, and exit at another, or the idea may be to reach a certain spot in the maze. In English, the term labyrinth is generally synonymous with maze.

scholars and / enthusiasts / in this / complex / branching multicursal puzzle with choices of path and direction, / only a single path to the centre. A labyrinth in this sense / presents / challenge.

One can think of labyrinths as symbolic of pilgrimage: people can walk the path, ascending toward salvation or enlightenment.

Augustine thought infinity to be “incomprehensible for the human mind”.

[Image of multiple mirrors reflecting one another, which appears kaleidoscopic. It is symmetrical and complex. The image is captioned:] Due to the constant light reflection between opposing mirrors, it seems that there is a boundless amount of space and repetition inside of them.

A pilgrimage is a journey / into an unknown or / place, where a person goes in search of / their self, others, nature, / or a higher good.

A pilgrimage is a journey / into / that which is boundless, endless,

labyrinths / constructed / of / contemplation; / the world, / the mind.

the mind.

the mind.

Simplicius, alive circa 490 to 560 AD. though the concept “Mind” was infinite.

... what is infinite about endlessness is only the the endlessness itself.

endlessness itself.

endlessness itself.

... I can see in space the possibility of any finite experience... we recognize the essential infinity of space in its smallest part. “Time” is infinite in the same sense as the three-dimensional space of sight and movement is infinite, even if in fact i can only see as far as the walls of my room... infinity is produced in the relationship of the same with the other, and how the particular and the personal, which are unsurpassable, as it were magnetize the very field in which the production of inifinity is enacted...

Infinity is that which is boundless, endless,

Infinity is that which is boundless, endless,

that which is boundless, endless,

endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless,

the Labyrinth / was / built / to hold the / Minotaur.

endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, [this continues off the edge of the page forever]

End image description.]

LABYRINTH, assembled by me

[fameadventura]

Her

She stood as a muse in the complex flurry of emotions, a beautiful, angelic masterpiece of perfection painted with the strokes of hope and the hues of imagination. A woman unattainable, existing in a place beyond the reach of actual connection. She moved through life like a melody, leaving an unforgettable impression on the corridors of the heart.

She was a puzzle, a mystery that begged to be unraveled, a collection of moments etched in time that intertwined with the fabric of fantasies. Yet, reality took over, and the weight of unrequited emotions, a burden carried on shoulders heavy with the ache of longing. The unspoken truth lay bare – she could never be genuinely possessed, for her heart danced in the arms of another.

The torment lay not in her choice but in the silent echoes of one-sided emotions rumbling within the hollow chambers of a restless soul. The pain was not hers to bear but a self-inflicted wound, a consequence of allowing the heart to wander beyond the boundaries of reason and logic.

Love, a concept as elusive as a fleeting dream, became the silent orchestrator of this internal symphony. Yet, in the contradiction of emotions, the realization dawned that perhaps love was nothing more than a creation of the mind. It is merely an illusion - a basket woven with threads of desire - that promises to provide relief in this desert called life.

The fault lay not in her magnetism but in the power of a creative mind to mold fragments of reality into a masterwork of attachment. The boundaries blurred, and lines were crossed as the imagination painted a canvas where she was more than a muse. She became the protagonist in a story of love that was distant yet fulfilling. It was everything and more—

Yet, the realization that love, for the beholder, was a construct of the mind did little to satisfy the affliction. The heart, ever rebellious, still clinging to the illusion, refusing to accept the absence of real feeling. In the realm of creativity, where the mind held the power to invoke happiness and love, it was a bitter irony that the creator found himself entrapped in the web of his own making. Why can't he be free? Is it not his creation — unthink it, and it'll all go away.

Regret, a bitter aftertaste, lingered in the air. He realized that his discipline had faltered, and he did it again — boundaries had crumbled, and the heart had taken liberties beyond its authority. The outcome was the requiem of a creator looking at the wreckage with disappointment; these are the consequences of playing with the delicate strings of love.

As everything unfolded, the woman moved gracefully through life, oblivious to the storm raging within the confines of a conflicted heart. For her, life was life, but for him, it was fantasy, a bittersweet reminder that in the quest for love, one could lose oneself in the maze of one's creation, again.

Love isn't real, but with my imagination, I can make anything real. —Lil Uzi Vert