Overprepared
Beth: [age 14] "I have to call R about that presentation."
Me: "I thought you were already prepared for it."
Beth: "We are prepared. We're just not over-prepared."
Me: "Uhh... so you're under-over-prepared?"
Beth: "Yes. We're perfectionists, and perfectionists can never be too over-prepared."
Me: "That sounds like a good way to make yourself more stressed."
Beth: "But am I over-stressed, or under-over-stressed?"
Me: "Probably."
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dont romanticize italian school if you're not a near-nervous-breakdown student
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Jackson had been watching his charge do nothing but tend to the various machines around his workshop for the last seven hours. Three furnaces were going, loading him up on carbon steel that he would immediately feed into the industrial cutter for more plates. The grinder was mass producing bronze pipes. If he wasn’t babysitting those, he was working on the mess of wires and small items at his Worktable, or he switched to the assembly station.
Llewellyn was good at what he could do. The fix to the Dee Dee transport system had been a stroke of genius, one that came with a few threats as more experienced builders didn’t like a child upstaging them. With more complex projects being guided to him, they got angrier. Several didn’t like that the son of a well known woman builder was doing better than them.
But now, he needed to rest. He was basically running himself down trying to get the main project done while also taking on smaller commissions to build up his savings. His gols ran out faster than most builders. He was paying for his space at a higher rate, paying more for the rights to mine and get wood. He didn’t complain. He should have, but he wasn’t.
Watts didn’t stop when he watched Jackson walk in. He pulled out two more carbon steel bars that were barely cool enough to handle without protection and held onto them while he waited for a third and fourth to come out so have them cut. The older man took the bars and set them on his Worktable. Confused, he watched the older man before he was lifted in the air and over the man’s shoulder. “Jackson?!” he yelped, flailing for three seconds before grabbing on to the back of the man’s shirt.
He was then deposited at the small dining table where there was a plate of Chicken Risotto with Coconut and vegetable salad waiting for him. A basket of fresh bread and butter separated that and well seasoned ribs and his own vegetable salad. The man sat down by his food. “Eat, Watts,” he said, “Before everything goes cold.” The younger man glanced down at his food, hearing and feeling his stomach rumble in response. Jackson smirked when Watts dug into the risotto first, his teenaged appetite returning with a vengeance to devour the bowl. One whole bread loaf was grabbed and torn into with the butter being attack after. “Don’t forget your vegetables.”
That gained a glare in return before a piece of lettuce was speared and regretfully shoved in his mouth. The salad was also ate at a fast pace. The bread disappeared, the chicken stripped.
“Thanks, Jackson.”
The older man smiled. “You’re welcome, Watts. Finish your vegetables.”
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Causes and Risk Factors of Menstrual Cramps
😦Eating cold food or drinking cold drink
😧You have too low or too high body weight
🫤 You smoke
🥶You have an unbalanced diet
😭Overstressed
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What Have Dangerous Liaisons And The Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy To Do With Each Other?
Lately I watched the movie ‘Dangerous Liaisons’, a film, published in 1988. I don’t want to go into lengthy explanations about why I watched the movie, what exactly the story plot is. It definitely is a story, plotted by bored noblesse, including love, ennui, blood and death.
The book was written by French Novelist Choderlos De Laclos and published 1782 under the title ‘Les Liaisons…
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do you ever think about how darnold was holed up in his office for like 4+ days and didnt think of it as out of the ordinary
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I want to read an og AlbeCale fic where someone or something doss Alberu with an aphrodisiac. He manages to get away but passes out near Cale's house (or crash right to his balcony), who nurses him. Not smut involved, because og!Cale A) it's not going to do that with a drugged person, and B) for some reason knows a lot about poisons— aphrodisiacs included— and their cures.
So, basically a sick fic, except Og!Cale has to hide the sick person until he recovers. Plus, they have to plan how to catch the culprit.
Maybe the house where Og!Cale is at that moment (and therefore, where Alberu crashes) is the one at the capital. Maybe he went to pick up Bassen or maybe in this AU Bassen, Lily and Og!Cale went all at the capital together.
Maybe there was a swordmanship competition/event that Lily really wanted to go to. And og!Cale decided to accompany them because Lily will go alone if not.
Maybe Violan came too because og!Cale just got injured a few days ago. (Deruth cries bitter tears over his paperwork. He can't join his family and leave the territory unsupervised from suddenly).
Maybe they eventually find out and the talk that follows leads them to discover about og!Cale's act. Whatever shenanigans he stumbled into when pretending to be trash and all that this implies included.
All of this happening through Alberu's eyes, who is absolutely confused but so warm. He was drugged as fuck when he ended up here. He felt horny and dizzy and wanted to cry, but this guy here just treated his fever and waited until he woke up. He gave him water and asked a few questions. Then he got him medicine, telling him exactly what it is made of.
He even was careful when giving him meals, making sure nothing would react wrong with the poison on his system.
Cale Henituse, the person rumored to be trash, was more kind and considerated in a pair of days than most nobles can expect to be in their whole lives.
After witnessing the conversation between og!Cale and his family, Alberu realizes that he is just like that. This is not special treatment nor pity. This is who he is when his mask doesn't reach to cover him up fully. It's just a part, but is more than most people get to see.
Soft and warm.
Once Alberu heals and can go back to his palace, he still comes to visit og!Cale many times.
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