#posts that are 5 months old with 500 notes to me

[alopiassupersillyosus]

Layton Heritage Post

Hear me out on Clive… 👀

Hear you out? Hear you out on what? You wanna tell me you think Clive is a hear me out? Clive? You think you're soooooooo silly and weird for liking Clive? That's your hear me out? Mr. "Though some would call it revenge, I prefer to think of it as justice."? That Clive? The British Twink in knee-high socks and shorts? Do you think this man constitutes a "hear me out"? Clive? The guy who has been a Tumblr Sexyman since 2014? Do you know what it was like on here back then? Do you know how many people openly desired this guy carnally? Clive? "Omg guys, I know this is soooooo weird, but kinda hear me out on Bayonetta?" That's you. That's what you sound like right now. Clive? Clive? CLIVE???

[definitely-hulu]

So ngl I've been procrastinating a lot and I've seen a bunch of those likes motivation posts and stuff and even though my blog ain't that popular, thought I'd try. Pls help me @totally-peacock-i-swear

At 25 notes, I'll start completing my math homework the day it's assigned (we get one everyday but they're due on Wednesdays)

At 50 notes, I'll draw in my sketchbook at least once a week (rn it's like once a month)

At 100 notes, I'll start working with my watercolor pencils and charcoal pencils (mostly supplies I hardly use, especially paints)

At 200 notes, I'll experiment with different art styles (realism, minimal, etc)

At 500 notes, I'll clean my room.

At 1,000 notes, I'll finish reading The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan (I abandoned it like 4-5 years ago)

At 1,500 notes, I'll CLEAN my room (and maybe closet)

At 2,000 notes, I'll write to chapter 10 in my book (25 if this gets over 25,000 (get it, 25k for chapter 25))

At 5,000 notes, I'll read 10 pages+ of whatever book I'm reading before going to bed (instead of watching yt, idk why this isn't in here sooner but oh well)

At 10,000 notes, I'll clean my OLD room!! (Basically I just took what I wanted for my new room and left the other one as a wasteland)

At 15,000 notes, I'll start a YouTube channel for all the videos I've wanted to do (mostly gameplay or bloxburg building, even featuring my voice, idk I've just been thinking it'd be cool to do that, recently)

[igotthebees]

Help Me Get Out, Get a Drabble!

You win, I win! Everybody wins.

So i'm Phoenix, I made a post two or three months ago and people were wonderful and now I'm even more desperate.

My family life is very dangerous. I am a diagnosed complex system because of them and that environment. I managed to go low contact with part of the family and no contact with another and become completely independent or mostly independent. I started a new job. I had hopes for the future.

And then I had what we're currently calling "the incident".

I had a brain injury. The hospital said it was a hemiplegic migraine or stroke-like migraine but cannot explain why my loss of my peripheral vision is sticking around exactly two weeks after the incident. I also developed pretty serious essential tremor although it is being handled with a fuck ton of determination and grit.

So, I can't work the old job or drive anymore. Where did I go? Back to my parents house, where I've been for a little less than two weeks now.

I have to get out again. I can't go back to them. Luckily we have an out - they've agreed I should move out again since my health is getting better and we toured places. I'm moving either end of July or mid August.

Except today they told me that I may not be able to move if I can't have a stable income and money coming in before I leave. I got a "work as needed" job I can do from the computer and with my health but it's hard to focus and do work when you're in the place you were tortured again.

I can't really do the big difficult things but I've always wrote. I love to write - check out my AO3 (Voidfish) if you like Gravity Falls or The Adventure Zone for so many fics about identity and disability and being a sad old man. Message me for my professional writing - I've had my plays produced more than fingers I have. You won't be disappointed.

So if you want to be super nice and help me get through this time and maybe even prove I can make money so I can get out...below is my information. For every $5 you donate, message me privately or send something in the notes telling me how to contact you and I will write 500 words of whatever fandom you like that I know, sfw or if you're 18+ and can prove it nsfw, whatever concept or idea. Or if you'd prefer poetry or prose or even hell a short play, we can also figure something out.

Paypal: paypal.me/albeecreates Venmo: @Albee-Horowitz Kofi: ko-fi.com/phoenixcharmed

Thank you so much for reading and hopefully spreading this.

[sorcerous-caress]

Didn’t know that your stuff doesn’t show up in the bg3 x reader tag, that’s a bummer,; but it def showed up in specific (non Astarion) character x reader tags for me! I think Astarion just has way to much content and it’s swamping the tags as you said

It doesn't show in the top posts :") but it definitely shows in the recent filter bc of how much I post-

But god the Astarion ones are really omfg wow. One time I posted a fic and after 20 minutes filtered by recent on the main bg3 x reader tag to check how mine is doing.

Mine had like 16 notes but there was a freshly posted one above it that had 500! In the span of 20 minutes? Dude that's like twice the amount i have on my months old fics while this one was just 20 minutes old.

After scrolling through the top posts in bg3 x reader. And I'm talking sitting there for 10 minutes scrolling at fast speed and not reading anything, you might find my two fics that have around 900 notes.

Both include Astarion :) both of them are fluffy safe content that is complete false advertisement of my writing blog- like sure I do write fluffy stuff every now and then but 60% of my stuff is pure smut and 30% dark content, 5% angst sfw and 5% fluff sfw.

And only two out of those 5% made it? The two I've put very little effort in? The fandom is like a cat choosing to sleep in a busted up cardboard box I threw in the sidewalk while the luxury handmade bed I spent DAYS knitting is collecting dust.

[hopefulstarfire]

Day 4 of my valentines ship prompts!!

Prompt 5: Dance.

So. This one's fun bc I finally get to do one for the comfort ship!! I love getting to write Mason, he's one of my favorite ocs and Celeste, who belongs to @kohakuhime, is the love of his life and they bring me joy. This is gonna take place post series as another imagining of their path together

Previous Days Prompts

Day One || Two || Three

Hope you enjoy!

Mason knocks back the shot of whiskey with ease, before he went back to flipping through his noted. The music in the bar thumped loudly in the speakers just barely drowning out the lively conversations happening all around or the slamming of hands from art wrestling competitions just mere tables over.

It was one of the nicer ones he'd been to since Paradius fell apart; and he couldn't turn something down when they were offering a discount night. He and his traveling buddy would be able to get their fill -- whenever she got there -- at a decent price with the money they still had left over and it was a nice enough night for them they could sleep in the truck if they had to, before they'd pick up and move on.

Being in Texas so far hadn't resulted in any luck. He had had his doubts to begin with. Frankly, he wasn't even sure that his boys would be in the states, probably having scattered themselves across the world. But, well...he had to start somewhere. Even if it took him until his last breath, he was going to put the effort into finding them and making sure they were safe and know that they had a place to turn to, someone to turn to. That they were still loved.

He wasn't sure they'd even want anything to do with him. He understood if they didn't; after all he had done, all for the blind devotion to the man who ruined their lives and they didn't know it until it was too late, he didn't really want to be around himself much either. But Raphael and Alister had cousins that would probably desperately want them home; the papers he found at the ranch the one night he snuck back home were enough to prove that.

And Valon -- Valon, his brave, wild, and fearless boy -- had someone special trying to find him. She had for years; and there was no way that he wasn't the baby she had had ripped from her arms. It wasn't like there were that many Valons his age and from Australia, or with a thick brown mane of hair like hers or a laugh like that.

He had to make sure they got reunited and then he could disappear. Once all his boys were taken care of, he'd just. Disappear. If that's what they wanted. It'd probably be for the best, anyhow. A man still struggling to get all his memories back and who had stupidly done what he had, who committed unforgivable horrors when he was old enough to know better, wasn't what they needed. They needed stability.

He just...probably should stay hidden, after that. The boys probably hated him anyhow. His family...his siblings, his Mama, his son-in-law...his still living daughter...

Well. They wouldn't want him back. He didn't deserve to have them back, either, not after he resented all of them but his Katie for all those years, because of a lie.

...He just had to set things right. That was all he could do.

The shuffling of footsteps and somebody scooting into the booth in front of him made him look up from his cheap spiral notebook. Mason couldn't help the laugh that rumbled in his chest as he saw the excitement practically vibrating off of Celeste, hands folded perfectly in front of her as she grinned at him. Three months of traveling together and she still found new ways to be even cuter. "I take it ya got some good news?"

"I just found us a way to make an easy five hundred bucks."

Well. That was good. After their meals, they'd probably have maybe $100 left over; that would be used for gas and any immediate necessities. $500 could go a longer way; cheap motel room for a couple of nights, restock on a couple of essentials. They could get close enough to the next safehouse for him to check for the boys. He didn't want to touch the money hopefully still stashed away there, just in case they came by one of them and needed it more; and also because a very petty part of him didn't want anything from Dartz. At the very least, this money was a good push in the right direction if they got it.

"Great! What do we gotta do?"

"They're hosting a dance competition here tonight!" She told him, voice lilting in glee. She dug around her pockets for a moment before unfolding a flyer and sliding it across the table for him to look over. It was an advertisement for the very bar they were in; a dance competition for anyone to compete in for a chance at a $500 cash prize. "We enter into this, win the prize -- we might just be able to get to sleep in real beds for a night!"

He tilted the black ball cap he wore to keep attention off of him down further as he hesitated. "Celly, I ain't exactly much of a dancer -- I don't think I'm good enough to get us a prize like that." He glanced up, hands shooting up in defense as quickly as the words left his mouth. "Not that I wouldn't love to dance with ya -- I would, it ain't you; I'd love to get to be your dance partner, any guy would be lucky to, i just--"

God he was bad at this.

Why? Why did he have to get so tongue tied and googly eyed over Celeste? He wasn't supposed to get these kinds of feelings again. The first time around had done enough damage to him as it was; he knew a second relationship could just end in heartbreak and this time it'd be his fault. He didn't want to put anyone else through that.

But she was also an angel on earth and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was kind, but a spitfire and nothing could hold her back from what she knew she needed to do. She was funny and patient, never put on airs, and she was a pinnacle of strength.

He'd been falling for her from the moment he first laid eyes on her and it scared the hell out of him.

It also tended to make him jumble his words.

Celeste didn't care. She playfully rolled her eyes and leaned forward. "Mason, don't sell yourself short! I think we've got a chance!" She told him. There was a faint dusting of pink spreading across her cheeks as she tucked some of her hair back behind her ear. "B-besides, it'd just be a nice way to relax and I think you'd be a great dance partner. A--and, it looks like we only have a little bit of competition."

Mason eyed the dance floor for a moment, shifting in his seat. Well. He wasn't lying; he didn't really dance. If he ever had, it was before the accident and he couldn't fully remember if he had or not to begin with.

But there was something hopeful in her and he couldn't say no to that face.

"Guess it wouldn't hurt none to try," he finally relented, giving her a smile. " 'Specially if it means real beds for us and a shower."

Celeste grinned, pushing herself up from her seat and she stepped out, holding her hand out to him. "Well, then, how about we get some practice in?"

He laughed, letting his hand wrap around hers as she tugged him along. "I can only promise I'll try not to step on your toes."

"I could just step right back on yours; make the judges think it's a new dance." She teased, giving him a wink.

"Celly, I think ya could sweet talk anyone into anything."

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The competition started about a half an hour after they started practicing. Celeste had been right; there was only three other couples that moved onto the dance floor when they announced it would begin. They would, as they found out, would be judged on style and passion, as well as how long they could stand out on the dance floor.

There had been some nerves as they practiced together, Mason trying to be conscientious of making sure he didn't step on her feet, or stumble or otherwise make a fool of himself. Celeste had seemed just as nervous originally, letting him guide her through it. But, as soon as they realized what they were doing, they laughed and it made all the difference.

Once the competition properly kicked off, they were practically gliding across the dance floor. The other competitors, the spectators and even the judges soon began to fade out of their thoughts and attention. All Mason saw was Celeste grinning at him as they tapped along to the country songs playing.

They gave a bit of a line dance (it was one of the only ones Mason found himself remembering), hands locked together. He'd pull her into his embrace to guide her around the dance floor or twirl her around as they got lost in each other. At one point, he spun her out for them to both get some freestyle each and he smirked playfully as he picked up a rose from a vase on one of the tables, sticking it between his teeth and offered her a wink, clapping his hands to the beat. Celeste burst out laughing, still keeping up with trying to shake her hips, her arms out stretched to him to come back to her.

Two of the other couples, for one reason or another, quit about halfway in and left them with only one other couple to compete against.

"I got an idea." He whispered with a grin, swaying with her.

"What's that?"

He almost asked if she trusted him. He knew that was too dangerous a question to ask; it wasn't like he really was that trustworthy.

"I'm gonna do a lift. You okay with that?"

His back would probably hate him later. But this would be worth it.

Her eyes went wide for a moment, a blush settling on her cheeks before she finally nodded quickly. He offered a reassuring smile and spun her once more before pulling her back by the waist to lift her into the air. His hand found her thigh for support as he then proceeded to dip her.

Their faces grew close and they were both red.

But the grins settled in and, in, any other case, he would have kissed her and not stopped.

Maybe in some lifetime he would have deserved her.

But, in this, he was just happy to dance with her for one night.

[spikeymarshmallows]

Fic Reading - Jan 2023

I used to write, and thus posted "Writing Updates" each month. I'm now onto like... year fucking THREE of a writers block that is destroying my soul.

But someone suggested to find different ways to enjoy fandom. I have a few friends that track their fic reading so... I'm giving it a shot. I'm also gonna add some fic-recs because I think that's important :) Where possible, I'm gonna TRY to rec fics that I don't see all over the place, getting rec'd left-right-and-centre, or I simply think are spectacular.

Jan 2023

Total words read: 580 961 Fics read: 75 Podfics listened to: 6 Did not finish: 9 Rereads: 12

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Recs for the month:

I'll Be the Shadow, You'll Be the Light by jesskier - 60k, explicit - a 10-part really fun, sexy, at times angsty kink series. It plays heavy on the kinks, which I LOVE, with the aftercare and the complexities of feelings being so strong and just... it feels very real, you know? But also, it's hot as hell. I've reread some of this series 5+ times. Oops??

Eddie Munson and the Dreamboy by pukner - 8k, not rated - Look, I am a slut for anything pukner writes. "took you for a working boy" is one of my favourite fics. But EM and the Dreamboy just.... wrecks me. Features baby!Steve in teddy bear socks that makes both Eddie and I want to eat drywall.

On the Frozen Lake, Jagged and Beautiful - by kayeslin - 74k, explicit - I haven't finished this fic because I am listening to the ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE PODFIC. This is a fun fic, and Eddie makes Steve solve DnD style riddles every time he sells him weed. It's just... it's just fucking great, and you should all gobble it up.

international garbage man, i've decided that's what i am - by fenellacapella - 7k, explicit - so for those that know me, I really fucking love kink that... IDK, plays hard? that isn't just the standard "handcuffs and spanking" (I mean, I love those too! but I ReALLY love things that get a bit different too). This fic does that. The shower sex... face slapping... lowkey sexy-drowning-steve-with-a-showerhead... yeah, that's my kink. the Via Chicago series is great, tbh. >:)

Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds - by pukner - 9.7k, not rated - Look, I'll try not to rant and rave about how amazing pukner is EVERY time I put together a rec list, but like, they never miss. They never. fucking. miss. This fic just gets you in the happiest spots and makes the world a little brighter.

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Fics I'm "keeping my eye on" (ie, they're WIPs but hot DAMN do I fucking love them):

dumb bunny, I'm wild for you by honeyvenom - 13.9k, WIP, explicit - I've written in my notes "Steve is a subby baby, and Eddie offers to platonic Dom him. It has a dark non-con fantasy, and the whole thing is REALLY REALLY GOOD, HOLY SHIT". So uh, that's my rec lol.

A Year in the Life of Chip Harrington - by courfeyrac and sourpastels - 51k, WIP, mature - I haven't read the most recent chapters because brain function? Haven't heard of her. BUT the first two chapters are just GREAT and this fic just feels like a warm hug in your heart. Based on the tags, I don't think it'll emotionally cripple me either, so yay!!

getting lost in the dark is my favorite part - by QueerOnTilMorning - 18k, WIP, explicit - AHHHHHH. Eddie decides to go be rid of his pesky virginity post-S4, and look, there is a scene that makes you wanna DIE (of embarrassment. for Eddie). But it's SO GOOD and has Steve and Eddie uh... learning things about themselves heh.

Trouble Looks Good on You - by indelicate - 25k, WIP, explicit - Steve is Strong and Eddie is a chaotic gremlin who likes to launch himself at Steve. There are ~awakenings~ and honestly, the author is REALLY fucking good at writing their sexual tension, holy shit.

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Goals for Feb 2023 Reading:

Read a (Stranger Things) fic 4+ months old, with fewer than 500 kudos

Read a fic with >80k words

Cross off 25 tasks in the Fanfic Reading Challenge

(2 AU categories, 2 Author categories, 4 Content tasks, 1 Minority task, 5 Fic Type tasks, 3 Numbers tasks, 1 Ships tasks, 1 Titles category, 3 Tropes tasks)

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Got any steddie recs I should read? (I ask, as if my TBR list isn't >250 fics now...). I'm particularly into podfics right now, and will hopefully be putting together a good list of those in the future too!

[matthenslee]

10 Ridiculous Things Said to Pastors

Recently, a post on a Facebook group asked pastors, “What’s the most unbiblical thing someone has said to you?” Sadly, within 24 hours, the post had accumulated well over 100 comments.

We love the work faithful pastors do “in the trenches” of gospel ministry, even if it’s ignored or maligned by a knucklehead or two.

Here are ten ridiculous statements people have said to pastors:

1. “Your church family comes before your personal family.” Friends, while you shouldn’t sacrifice your ministry on the altar of family, don’t you dare sacrifice your family on the altar of ministry.

2. “Just don’t forget; you’re only the preacher. You’re here to marry, bury, and preach, but not lead or make decisions.” Do you even Hebrews 13:17?

3. “Without committees, we’re not a biblical church.” Hey, committees are great, but a biblical church they don’t necessarily make.

4. “I’m not talking about the Bible; I’m talking about the bylaws.” As it’s written, “For the bylaws are living and effective and sharper than any double-edged sword.” CSB, updated.

5. “Quit quoting Scripture; the Bible has no place in a business meeting.” I got nothing.

6. “We’re NOT going to go door-to-door and evangelize; that’s what we pay you to do.” Somehow, I missed that part of the Great Commission.

7. “I want you to close your Bible and open your heart.” No, no, no. Don’t do this. Jeremiah 17:9.

8. “I know what the Bible says, but we have to do what’s right.” Translation: “We’re wrong.”

9. “The church shouldn’t need to change its traditions, style, or music. If the lost world doesn’t want to come to the church as it is, they can stay lost and go to hell.” Sigh. I got nothing. That’s just bad.

10. “We’re already saved. We don’t need to hear the gospel every time someone gets up in the pulpit.” As John Piper wrote in When I Don’t Desire God, “Hearing the word of the cross … is the central strategy for sinners in the fight for joy. Nothing works without this. Here is where we start. And here is where we stay. We never outgrow the gospel.”

Oh, and here’s a bonus story:

I had a pastor want to bring me on staff with a part-time salary to work with the church’s students. He asked me what the minimum salary was my wife and I could live on (at the time, she was staying home with our six-month-old child). I said we’d need about $500 a week to pay the bills and that I’d also need to seek another part time job. He asked why my wife couldn’t work, and I explained the cost of daycare would negate her pay and that she felt led to stay home. His reply? “Your wife is sinning if she doesn’t get out and help pay the bills.” It might go without saying, but we passed on the job.

Stories like these help us know we’re not alone. I encourage you to take a moment today and call a pastor friend or two, pray for them, and build them up. If you’re reading this and aren’t a pastor, well, please don’t say any of these things. Instead, take a moment to send a note of encouragement to your pastor.

Want some encouragement? Jonah Over Coffee: A Runaway Prophet and God's Extraordinary Grace: https://amzn.to/4eqNLXU

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Tuesday, 15 August, 2023

After all the rainy fronts have passed, we enjoyed a lower temp and humidity than recently suffered at the Barn.

Warmup........Back Squats........WOD........Cool-Down Dips

Warmup

4 Rounds

25 yd Sled-Drag Forwards

25 yd Sled-Drag Backwards

10 Air-squats

Strength

Back squats: 8 / 8 / 8 / 8

Superset: 5 Your Best Pull-Ups Between Each

Ed=225 Sammy D/Smoothie/Herb/Dana=175 Coach=165 Dyer=155 Shannon/Sandy/Sue/Warren A=75 Kayla=40 Timmy/Linda/Alicia=check And others=?

WOD

5 Rounds

2 Kettle Bells (70/53/35)

Must Use 2 ERGs

This was said to be a SPRINT WOD, and everyone was encouraged to go as heavy as possible and to do the reps correctly so they would get the maximum out of a sub 10 minute WOD.

Run 200 / Row-Ski 250 / Bike 500m

Double Kettle Bell Front Squats

2 / 4 / 6 / 8 / 10 Squat Reps Per Round

Herb=8:08 Sammy D=8:11* Sue=8:26 Kayla=8:40 Ed=9:17* Dyer=9:20 Smoothie=9:36 Tim=9:47* Warren A=10:05 Dana=10:15* Shannon=10:42 Coach=10:54 Sandy=11:30 Linda=11:39 Alicia=did it

Did RX weights (or better) with proper Range Of Motion.

Cool-Down

Parallel Bar Dips: 5 X 5

Notes:

As I guiltily snuck back to the house 1 hour after the WOD completion, Timmy and Smoothie were still hard at work re-wiring the music system.

Those present today got introduced to our new gym dog. Not a mean bone in her 5 month old body, she jumped on and licked nearly everyone here. She enjoyed taking turns running along with everyone on their 200m runs. Her name is GINGER because she is a red dog, but she doesn't know her name yet.

Nearly everyone who matters is out of town for a couple of weeks. Kayla/Alicia/The Schwartz's and probably some others are not going to be here Thursday and beyond. Obviously that impacts our happiness at the Thursday wine tasting since all these people are our major snack providers. Miss Linda has already agreed to order pizza and it can be sausage/pepperoni/and extra cheese without endangering anyone's future in heaven (except Dana). Someone needs to order Chic Fil A for Dana.

Herb swears that SCHWARTZ is the longest single syllable last name in the Western World. He said that while making fun of people with 4 letter last names. Like BUCK.

Apropos of nothing in particular, the Maui fire has claimed over 100 deaths. That's terrible. For comparison, the Coconut Grove Fire in Boston (1942) killed almost 500. Worse, the Iroquois Theater fire in Chicago (1903) killed over 600, many of them children. The Great Chicago fire of 1871 killed about 300. Sometime around the picnic table, ask me about the hazards of doors that only open inwards, and those fun and innocent looking revolving doors, like at Bone Fish Grill.

TUMBLR is still mis-behaving. Notice that the resulting names are jammed together, which is not how I blogged it. I wish I could share with you the pictures of the buxomy Brentwood ladies who demand my attention by posting invitations along-side my blogs. I only look at them in hopes of seeing a reputable housewife and church-lady known to me via LHCF.

Thursday at 4 PM. The weather is supposed to be great because man-kind has advanced to the point that we can control it.

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 38

Sorry for the delay. Real life gets out of hand. But here it is! The antepenultimate chapter.

Shout out to @asongeverlasting for beta reading for me and making sure I actually got this out.

Check her writing out on AO3 as Ramblingwren

(Master post)

(Read the fic in a more condensed on Ao3)

(The latest chapter will be up on there once this reaches over 500 notes on tumblr)

Hope you all enjoy

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“I shouldn’t have let her go out there.”

Fu watched the school nurse, Angela, fret as she paced back and forth.

“I understand your concern, but I believe that it will all be alright. Ladybug and Chat Noir haven’t failed in handling an akuma yet,” he explained. “The girl will be okay.”

The nurse stopped pacing.

“I appreciate your optimism but… I am really not used to this,” She said as she gestured to the air.

Fu blinked at the statement.

“Oh?”

“This! This whole thing! Super villains that appear whenever someone gets sad, teenagers with superpowers! This is all new to me! I just moved to Paris a month ago from the countryside. All I wanted was to further my education and get work in the medical field. It… It boggles my mind that everyone in this city is so okay with all of this! Even my new boyfriend Curtis is able to shrug off an akuma attack like a sudden drizzle. This isn’t normal!”

The guardian could tell the young woman was distressed, and he couldn’t blame her. In a way, he envied her. This was all foreign for her, but to him, this was his entire life.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blow up like that. I've had a lot to deal with, and this whole situation is just so…”

Fu moved to her and helped her sit down.

“It’s alright, this is by no means a good situation. Your concerns are very understandable. I can tell that deep down that your frustration and fear come from compassion and empathy. You will make a wonderful doctor one day.”

She took a deep breath.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much I really needed to hear that today.”

“How about I teach you a medication technique that will help you calm down?”

“Meditation? I'm not really one for that kind of stuff.”

“If one wants to be a doctor, being able to calm down and handle an emergency situation is a must.”

The school nurse agreed that he had a good point, and that this may help get her mind off of things.

“Okay, I guess I'll give it a shot.”

Fu smiled.

“Good. Let us start simple. Close your eyes and put your hands together.”

Angela felt the action was a bit odd but complied.

“Now, take a deep breath. Count to 5 in your head and then breathe out.”

She took her breath and followed the order.

“Whenever you feel a thought come to your head, simply picture yourself putting it out of your mind and into a bucket.”

She tried her best to comply.

As she did this, Fu moved behind her and quickly pinched a nerve on her neck, causing the young woman to seize up for a moment before losing consciousness.

“That will help her relax.”

He carefully moved her to the cot and laid a sheet over her like a blanket.

Once it was clear that she was asleep, a turtle kwami flew out of hiding.

“So, what do we do now, Master?”

Fu took a moment to consider.

His plan was already in motion. Ladybug and Chat Noir had plenty of allies to help fight the akuma. All that needed to be done was to sit down and wait.

But as he thought about it more, he couldn’t help but think that he should go in personally. It was what he'd initially planned to do with akuma, after all. Listening to this young woman’s fears made him really see how his inaction has led to such fear and uncertainty.

For once, it was time for him to go on the offensive.

“Now we head out and find this akuma.”

“Master, you already sent out three miraculous. Let the other heroes handle this,” Wayzz insisted.

“The people of Paris should not have to become used to this. I have been far too lax with this situation. Right now, Ladybug and Chat Noir are facing their most dangerous akuma yet. For decades I have always remained passive in order to avoid making another mistake, but I have already made so many with my inaction. It's time I stop letting my actions be dictated by fear.”

“But Master, you can’t transform! Your body is too old to handle it!”

“Fear not, Wayzz. I have been exercising and restoring my vitality with the techniques of the guardians. By my estimation, I should be able to maintain the transformation without too much issue for 10 minutes,” Fu assured.

“That is not a lot of time, Master!” Wayzz pointed out.

“True, but it is better than nothing. We will head out and wait for the moment we need it. Be ready, Wayzz.”

The old guardian started heading to the door.

“But Master, what if you get captured? What if the akuma does succeed and you are unable to step in?”

Fu paused at the door.

“I know you are concerned for me. I appreciate your care. But I need to go out there. I have lived a long life, Wayzz, far longer than most humans. One day I may not be here to be the guardian.”

Wayzz felt a pang of sorrow hearing his Master talk about how he would no longer be around.

“But that’s okay. I know that when that time comes… I have two young heroes that will be ready to stand up and fight. The best thing an old man like me can do is pave the road for them.” The guardian said with certainty. He went to open the door.

“Fu…”

The old man stopped. Turning around, he saw the turtle kwami he had known for most of his life smile at him.

“I know you think of yourself as a failure of a guardian… but Su Han and the others were wrong. You are a great one. You are the most caring guardian that has ever held the title. And I will be by your side to the end.”

The old man felt his eyes well up at the sweet comment.

“Then let’s go, Partner.”

___________________________________________________________________________

The dragon heroine grabbed the confused snake hero and moved him to the closest room before closing the door.

“Okay we should be safe here,” she said as she looked over to her comrade. It was clear that Viperion was still very confused. It did not help that both his and her miraculous were beeping. They didn't have much time.

“Thanks… ummm,” Viperion started as he tried to rack his brain for a name. Part of him felt like he should know her. But his mind is blank.

“Ryuuko. You can call me Ryuuko. And you are Viperion.”

“Okay… weird name for me, but I guess it works.”

Ryuuko realized that the bubble Viperion had been put in wasn’t just to keep him frozen in place. One of the side effects must have been leaving him without any memory of who he was. Had her partner been aware of that risk when he took the bubble for her? She couldn’t know for sure. But right now, she needed to focus on the task at hand. Shehad to take charge since her partner was out of sorts.

“Okay, 'll try to explain this as quickly as possible.”

“Your real name is Luka. But when you are in your hero form, you go by Viperion.”

“Hero form...”

He looked down.

“Well, that does explain the costumes. I thought it was some sort of weird costume party.”

Ryuuko decided to ignore that.

“Okay, so I'm a hero. And you're one too?”

“Yes. We are both heroes picked by Ladybug to help her fight villains. Right now, we're fighting a bunch of them, and you got your memory wiped by one of their attacks. That’s why you are confused. Any questions?”

The boy took a moment to look himself over and then look at her. This was a lot of information to take in. Ryuuko was half expecting him to call her crazy. Which, given how bizarre the circumstances were, she wouldn’t blame him.

“Okay, I think if it was anyone else telling me this, I would have called it a load of bull. But… I don’t know why but I feel like I can trust you. You sound sincere,” Viperion responded.

“Okay great, now let's…”

“I still have a few questions.”

Ryuuko sighs.

“Look, we really don’t have much time. We need to hurry and get out there to help…”

And just before she finished the statement, both of their transformations wore off. Revealing their civilian forms.

“Oh no.” Kagami muttered in horror.

“What happened? Where am I… What am I?” The snake kwami questioned as he looked at himself.

“It appears that Sass was also impacted by the amnesia.” The dragon kwami that popped out of her necklace commented.

Luka stared wide eyed at the creature.

“Are you a snake?”

“A snake? I suppose?”

“A snake with limbs? That is very rock and roll.”

The two fistbumped. Thankfully they seemed to get along.

Longg looked at them.

“This is quite a predicament.”

“We need to hurry back in. Longg! Bring the….”

“Hold on a moment. Both Sass and I will not be able to do that yet.”

Kagami stopped.

“How come?”

“We need to refuel. The energy of transforming AND using our unique powers drains a lot out of us. We need some food to continue.”

“Food… Okay.”

The snake Kwami grabbed his stomach.

“I find myself rather famished,” he commented.

Luka looked at him.

“Let me see if I can help you out.”

The teen took off the backpack he was wearing to go through it. Thankfully there was a bag lunch in there. For some reason he felt that was important. But decided that if it could help the little guy out, he was sure it wouldn’t be a big deal.

He opened the bag lunch and pulled out a bag of apple slices. Opening it to grab a piece.

“I know snakes usually are carnivores, but how about some fruit?”

“Ooo! It smells divine!”

Luka handed the floating kwami a piece of the apple.

He takes a bite.

“Oh! It's delicious! Juicy and sweet!”

The snake quickly devours the apple piece.

As that happens, Kagami looked through her bag.

“I don’t have fruit but I do have some onigiri. It was my afternoon snack… but since this is a dire situation.”

“Rice? Yes please!” Longg exclaimed as he dive bombed right into the delicious rice ball.

“It’s Umeboshi, it’s not to everyone’s taste but It is one of my favorites.”

“It’s the most delicious thing I have ever eaten. The sour plum really brings a new dimension of flavor.”

Kagami smiled a bit at her kwami companion, happy that she could help.

The two Kwami finished their food and were ready for action.

“Okay, Sass. You need to help Luka transform.”

“Sass? Is that my name?” the snake inquired.

“So, he helps me transform into Viperman?”

“Viperion, and yes,” Kagami responded.

“All you need to do is say. Sass, Scales Slither. And to activate your special power just pull your bracelet back and say second chance. Then pull it back when you want to use it. But be sure not to use it right away,” Longg instructed.

“Okay seems easy enough. Are you okay with this?” Luka asked as he turned his attention to his snake pal.

“The floating horn snake seems fine with it so I say let’s give it a try”

Longg decided for the sake of his friendship with Sass to ignore the comment.

“Alright! Let's do this!” Kagami exclaimed as she prepared to transform.

“One last question.”

Kagami was starting to get antsy. She wanted to be back out there fighting. But she held back her annoyance, considering how he sacrificed his memories for her.

“Make it quick, we need to hurry.”

Luka scratches the back of his head.

“Are we a couple?”

If Kagami was drinking water she would have done a massive spit take. Her cheeks turned red.

“What?!”

“You know… together? You seem to know a lot about me, and I just feel this connection... like I can trust you even though I don’t remember anything. I don’t know how or why, but I feel like you matter to me.”

Kagami’s eyes went wide at the comment. It felt surprisingly bold of the musician to say. She had to admit that the statement made her heart skip a beat.

“No, we had just recently become friends.” Kagami responded.

“Oh…” Luka was saddened by the response.

“But, I have thought about the possibility it could be more than that one day," Kagami continued. "But that is something to discuss when you have your memory back. Maybe.”

The fencer felt her mind scream at her.

‘WHY DID YOU SAY THAT! Well, at least he won't remember.’

Luka smiled at that.

“Well, that must mean I must be a good guy, if I could have such a great friend like you.”

The teen prepared himself.

“Alright then! Sass! Scales Slither.”

The musician shifted into his hero form.

“Let’s go save the day.”

Kagami looked at her hero partner and smiled.

“Longg, Bring the storm.

______________________________________________________________________

“Well, that might be a problem.”

Chat Noir and Ladybug looked to see a stone giant guarding the front door of the classroom. The two had hidden just out of the goliath’s view.

“Any ideas on how to take down Mount Akuma?” Chat Noir questioned.

Ladybug looked at the giant from their hiding spot and began formulating a plan.

“Stoneheart grows bigger when he gets mad. These akuma aren’t really able to express their emotions. That means we don’t need to worry about him getting bigger. We just need to find a way to incapacitate him.”

“We could ask Mayura,” Chat Noir pointed out.

“We could ask… wait WHA…”

Chat Noir covered his partner’s mouth and ducked down.

“Shhhh! She’s right there,” Chat Noir hushed.

Ladybug removed the cat’s hand from her mouth and looked from the spot to see that her partner was right. Mayura was in the building!

“She actually showed up?” Oh, this is a lot more serious than we thought. Hawkmoth is really playing it serious with this one.”

“To the butterfly man’s credit, he really has been throwing out some tough ones.”

“I will not give our worst villain credit for anything except this headache,” Ladybug retorted with annoyance.

“So, what do we do? Mayura is in the building and she is talking with the giant.”

Ladybug felt like the situation couldn’t get worse.

“Not so fast, Feather Freak!”

Ladybug recognized that voice.

“Chloé?”

Chat Noir and Ladybug glanced to see a familiar blonde strutting down the hallway. But their expressions of shock shifted to bewilderment when they noticed what she was wearing.

“So are you and that purple fashion blunder here? Or is it just you? I am guessing it's just you. Your boss doesn’t really like to show his face unless he thinks he is sure to win. No wonder Ladybug always kicks his…” The bee themed heroine confidently quipped.

“Queen Bee. Now that is a surprise. I thought Ladybug was done giving you a miraculous.” The peacock villainess commented. She had no interest in dealing with the bee heroine at this time.

“Well, you would be surprised by a lot of things. So how about we settle this. My fist really misses your face.”

Mayura rolled her eyes.

“Fortunately for you, I don’t have the time to deal with you. Stoneheart, I am sure Masquerade would love for you to take care of this pesky bee.”

“Oh don’t think you can walk away! You and that purple cockroach are the same. Both cowards that can’t even face children.” She jeered as she walked forward.

The stone giant moved forward, allowing Mayura to walk to the door and enter.

“Too scared to face me! Typical. I'll beat your pet rock as a warm up and then your butt will meet my foot!” Queen Bee exclaimed with confidence. “Because I am a real heroine!”

Queen Bee got into a stance and prepared to trade blows with the colossus of rock.

Chat Noir looked to Ladybug.

“Did you give her a miraculous?” He whispered in surprise.

“I don’t have any additional miraculous. I thought she had been captured with the rest of the class.”

“Wait… if it wasn’t you… you don’t think…”

“Either Master Fu is in the building and saw how dire the situation was or Chloé snuck away and had a Queen Bee costume stowed away in her locker.”

The two look at each other and immediately come to the same conclusion.

“We need to save her before she gets crushed!”

______________________________________________________________________

Mayura walked into the classroom.

She managed to keep a straight face, but internally she had a lot going through her mind.

What was once a standard classroom now looked like an elaborate throne room. The amazing curtains, the high ceilings. The steps leading up to an elaborate throne. The portraits of Masquerade really brought together the utter decadence and vanity of the akuma persona. It reminds Mayura of Gabriel’s obsession with Emilie in the worst way possible.

Despite finding the décor off-putting, she had to admit it was impressive how Masquerade had been able to change the room into something completely unrecognizable. A testament to her vanity.

She took a moment to see what akuma servants she still had in the room. The Gamer, Reflekta with around 12 copies, Princess Fragrance, Robostus, Zombizou and Horificator. While the white masks obscured their expressions, it was clear that all of them were watching her. It greatly unnerved her.

She kept these thoughts to herself as the masked akuma that was running the school took notice of her.

“Mayura. I've been expecting you.”

Mayura looked up to see Masquerade sitting on the throne.

“Please, come in.”

She approached confidently. Though in the back of her mind something seemed off.

Masquerade stood up from the throne and walked down the steps, a smile of certainty on her face.

“Masquerade. Your Sentimonster gave me the basics of your plan. Securing the school as your base of operations was a good first step. Your plan of creating a video to lower the spirits of those in Paris was also a nice touch,” Mayura praised.

“But of course! My plan is flawless,” Masquerade boasted. “Not even Ladybug and Chat Noir will be able to stop me.”

“Getting ahead of yourself aren’t you?” Mayura cut her ego trip.

Masquerade’s mood soured as her smile faltered.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You have yet to face the two heroes. Not to mention there's a pesky bee flying around.”

“A bee?” Masquerade was very confused by the comment.

“Yes, Chloé Bourgeois, or Queen Bee, to be precise. Seems that Ladybug and Chat Noir went and got back up."

“It doesn’t matter if they have one additional hero or three. This plan won't fail.”

‘Something isn’t right here. I need to leave now!’ Mayura’s mind screamed.

She wasn’t sure why, but something felt incredibly off.

“Speaking of heroes, your plan never really specified how you will deal with them. Care to elaborate?”

Masquerade’s smile grew more sinister.

“I am glad you asked. After Simularé relayed to me that you were here. I finally figured out the perfect way of dealing with those arrogant heroes,” the masked woman stated with certainty, moving forward.

She now stood only a few feet from the peacock villainess.

“Wait a moment, something is wrong here,” Mayura commented as she tried to focus. She couldn’t ignore the warnings in her head.

“What do you mean?” The mask akuma looked with confusion at the blue villainess.

Mayura looked around. Frantically trying to find something but it was fruitless. This distress caused Masquerade to smile.

“I can't sense it,” Mayura spoke with slight worry.

“Sense what?” Masquerade inquired further.

“Where is your amok? It should be on your person but I can't sense it.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Yes. If you don’t have the amok in your possession then that sentimonster will go out of control!” Mayura explained.

“Can’t you just rip the amok out?”

“If it's nearby and I sense it, yes. But I can’t do that if it’s out of my range.”

“So you’re saying you have no power over me right now.” A devilish grin appeared on Masquerade’s face.

“No, I am saying I don’t have any power over the senti…”

Mayura felt a chill as she realized that the masquerade in front of her was not an akumatized Lila.

“Horrificator, block the door,” the Faux Masquerade commanded.

The pink and purple monster quickly moved to block the door with her large form.

The controlled akuma started circling around her as Simularé undid the illusion and morphed into its true specter form, Simularé.

“You ungrateful little monster. You think your master will be okay with you attacking one of the ones that gave her power?”

“My master doesn’t care about you or Hawkmoth. You are a means to an end. And she gave me special permission to take your miraculous from you.”

“Well if your master isn’t here, then no one is jamming the signal. I can contact Hawkmoth and put this little coup to an end.”

Simularé shifted into Lady Wifi.

“I have access to every power my master does. You are trapped with no options.” The sentimonster mocked.

Mayura looked around as she was circled by the controlled akuma. She needed to get out of there.

She felt a pain rush to her head.

‘F*** not now’ She mentally cursed.

The odds were indeed not in her favor.

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Stoneheart began charging at the bee themed heroine, and just as Queen Bee was about to move, a yo-yo wrapped around her waist and pulled her away from the monster.

The stone giant had expected his charge to make contact but forced himself to stop when he noticed the bee was gone.

“Sorry tiny, but I’m your playmate now,” called a cat-themed hero.

The mindless akuma didn’t visibly react to the change in foe and simply charged at the cat hero.

Queen Bee found herself near Ladybug.

“Chloé! What are you doing?!”

“Uh… Saving the day? I got the jewelry box that you sent out because you needed my help.”

“Jewelry box… wait a minute that means. You are wearing a miraculous.”

“Yep! Don’t worry LB, I will show you that I am worthy of being Queen Bee. And not to boast, but I totally saved someone. But right now, we gotta go beat that ugly pile of rubble.”

Ladybug looked at Chloé for a moment. With the situation as hectic as it was, Queen Bee has shown some competence when there is real danger. Ladybug knew that right now, all hands that could help would be appreciated, and Queen Bee’s appearance could mean that Fu may be closer than she expected. So maybe there were more reinforcements. So if this was the case. She would trust Fu’s judgement.

“Alright, just be ready to return the bee after all of this is over.”

“Right, right, but just know I will probably change your mind about that after this is over!” the bee exclaimed confidently as she jumped back into the fray.

Ladybug shook her head. Whether she was Queen Bee or Chloé, she was still a handful.

“Are you finished gossiping? Because I could REALLY use a hand!” Chat Noir shouted as he held his staff up to hold back the rock monster’s boulder of a fist.

Queen Bee and Ladybug jumped into view and noticed the situation.

“Don’t worry you stray cat, The Queen Bee will put that rock in his place. Ve…”

Ladybug covered Queen Bee’s mouth before she could.

“Hold it. We might need your power for later.”

“I think it would be useful now!” Chat Noir shouted as he struggled to hold the weight of the giant’s rocky hand.

“Okay if my powers are a no no right now, what is the plan?”

Ladybug looked around. She found her attention drawn to a fire extinguisher, Queen Bee, a rubber band, and a discarded backpack.

“Okay, I have a plan.”

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Gabriel had made a decision.

He hurried out of the lair in his civilian form. He was going to head to the school. Now he would just need to get his chauffeur and go…

Gabriel’s eyes went wide as he saw his son’s bodyguard and chauffeur fall to the floor at the steps of the main entrance, a white mask adorning his face that he was desperately trying to get off.

“What is the meaning of this?” Gabriel asked aloud in shock and anger.

He looked to see the mask akuma he created standing at the door.

“Well, if it isn’t Gabriel Agreste. Fashion mogul, and master manipulator.”

Gabriel’s visible anger faded as he stared at the akuma.

“Lila, is that you?”

“Oh quite astute! An amazing deduction. Was it that observational skill that made you the fashion success you are now?” the akumatized Lila inquired. “Though I go by Masquerade now.”

Gabriel knew very well the girl’s powers. He was the one that gave it to her. She was trying to antagonize him, get him angry. But that would not work.

“Well Masquerade, what brings you to my home at this time?” Gabriel asked calmly. Doing his best to keep his tone and mannerisms calm.

“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood, finding more people to join my little army and I notice my charm glowing as I was getting near.”

Gabriel’s eyes went wide as he realized something. The charm bracelet was configured to locate anyone that has ever been akumatized. That included him. His ploy to ward suspicion off of himself was now biting him in the butt. And of course, Lila was likely holding a grudge with how he pushed her with his words about his son and his classmate.

“My bodyguard was akumatized. What of it?”

The silent action figure enthusiast stopped resisting and his body began growing. Gabriel noticed the man was transforming into the gorilla akuma. Gorizilla! And he rushed up the steps as the akuma moved and pounded his chest.

“Gorizilla, go gather up anyone who has been akumatized that you know of. I will handle Mr. Agreste myself.”

The giant akuma nodded at its master and headed off, leaving the agreste mansion with a giant hole that was once the front of the mansion.

“Handle me? And what do you plan to do?”

Masquerade’s necklace began to glow.

“Oh! Well that is very interesting,” Masquerade mused aloud as she learned from the glowing charm.

“What do you mean, interesting?” Gabriel asked. He knew that the charm had the bonus effect of pointing out the emotional weak points of those that had been akumatized. But he had PRETENDED to be angry and wasn’t actually emotional when the akuma took over. Did the charm still impact him the same way it did everyone else?

Masquerade started walking up the steps.

“You blame yourself for your wife’s passing.”

The statement was a blade pointed right at his throat. But Gabriel refused to react. He would not let himself be taken advantage of by his own akuma. He has been on the receiving end one too many times and he would be damned if he let that psychopath have control of him.

Masquerade saw that Gabriel was not reacting to the statement.

“I have never seen a man more miserable and pathetic,” Masquerade said. Her words sounded genuine and cutting.

Gabriel tried to turn around and walk away. But Masquerade jumped high with her superhuman agility and landed right in front of him, continuing her tearing down of his emotional state.

“All of this wealth and yet you are obsessed with what you don’t have. You are so blinded by the grief of losing your wife that everything else in your life may as well not exist. You locked yourself away, desperately trying to find something, anything that would bring her back. But now you are finding that color is starting to return in your life. You feel guilt over hiding the truth from your son, you loathe the attraction that you have been developing for another woman. You hate that you can’t dedicate every second to your lost wife and any speck of joy you feel without her here feels like treason since she is not here with you. You are a man so blind with his obsession that you fail to see the world doesn’t revolve around you. It's disgusting.”

“You know nothing of my life,” Gabriel dismissed.

But Masquerade knew he would say that. She only smiled. The truth was right in front of her. And she was ready to bring it home.

“You are actually terrified of facing her again.”

That shook Gabriel.

“What?”

“You are afraid of seeing her again. Whether it’s a year or 10 years, you feel that even if you could bring her back, she would be here and realize how much of a shell you had become without her. You are afraid that your obsession with her will be the very thing that drives her away once you see her again.”

“That isn’t true.”

“Then why haven’t you brought her back yet? Don’t you love her?”

Gabriel felt like his heart was being repeatedly punched.

“How dare you question my love for my wife!”

“Then why isn’t she here? If you loved her she wouldn’t have been taken from you and Adrien. But you were far too pathetic to do it. You failed her, and you are still failing her. You will never be with her again, and deep down. You know it to be true,” Masquerade answered coldly.

Those words were enough to get him down. That is what finally did him in.

Gabriel fell to his knees.

“No…”

Gabriel had broken. Masquerade knew she had him.

He was emotionally devastated, to the point where couldn’t even react to the mask coming his way.

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Well now things are now hitting their highest points of drama!

Will Ladybug and other heroes be able to stand up to Masquerade?

Will Mayura fall to Simularé's double cross?

Will I EVER update in time?

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Once Upon a Covid...

I am a single mother of an adult daughter and as many of you know, last month our car broke, and soon after we both contracted Covid. It was a pretty harrowing experience, we both missed a lot of work, she was out for 10 days, and I was out for 15. We live paycheck to paycheck with no savings, so this is devastating. Between the 2 of us, we lost nearly $2,000 in pay not to mention the $500 +/- it's going to take to get the car fixed, not to mention towing.

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no kiss at my desk at 7 10  at which hour fine morning and F63 ½° - from then to 9 ¼ out at the Lodge, at Whiskam quarry (one of the Mawson’s men baring there for me) Walker pit and the drybridge 3 of Mawson’s men began this morning to shift back the scale that William Lord threw down against the Quadrant arch - breakfast at 9 25/60 in ½ hour - then out till 2 ½ - saw A- off at 3 on the pony to Cliff hill and back at 5 ½ - I had had Mark Hepworth and David Booth the mason and did not come in till 6 - had sent for Mark about carting here the old bridge over the brook in Thomas Pearsons and the old dry bridge in Mallinson’s land - to send 2 two-horse carts and begin on Thursday - asked him for what he could afford to cart the stuff from Northgate to the little field opposite the entrance gates - he answered he would engage it at 1/1 ½ per cubic yard - I asked if he was sure he durst engage it at this - yes! said I expected there would be about 500 yards of stuff good and bad - I would let him know about it- had sent for Booth to desire to begin the stopping of the Spiggs loose on Monday and to hear what passed about the Lodge - nothing fixed - B- not quite sure whether his estimate was high enough - not sure whether he dared venture or not - dinner at 6 10 - coffee - had Greenwood - he seems more than ½ inclined to set up the Inn (Northgate hotel) if he could persuade his wife - said he could get one coach immediately and should have all the timber merchants from Hull and Liverpool - people said in the town there was nobody in Halifax that had spent enough for the Inn but he (Greenwood) and Carr - told him I could have the stuff from Northgate carted 2 ½ d per cubic yard cheaper than his offer (1/4 per cubic yard) - a tenant would do it at 1/1 ½ per yard - G- seemed surprised but said by all means then let him have the job - then (after 8) had Hainsworth till 9 - came to ask me to send someone to set out the 300 yards of stone said I had told Washington sometime ago - supposed it had been done - a few minutes with A- and then had Mark Town - till 10 20 at which hour F64° - he came to say he had agreed for the cottage at Barraclough lane-head and paid £5 on articling at Mr Parker’s - price £76 to be paid in full on the 21st of next month - had had hard bargaining but if I was not satisfied he would take it himself - he could raise the money - long talk - but tho’ I would not appear too anxious about yet I was quite decided to take it - to lay out what was wanted and be content with one shilling in the pound (i.e. 5 p.c.) on the sum laid out in the purchase repairs - I had had Mark in the morning (near the fish pond) standing talking he came to  say the owner of the cottage was come over - all was to be settled this afternoon - what was he (Mark Town) to give - he bought it for me - should not have thought of it but for me - I said he had better bid about £70 but as he really wanted the place might give even more than it was worth but should not go beyond £100 - fine day - Sent note this morning by George to ‘Michael Stocks, Esquire Catherine house’ compliments and should be much obliged to him to call here before attending the road meeting  tomorrow - Mr. S- not at home –

sent letter tonight to ‘Mr Thomason at his manufactory Birmingham post paid’ to ask if there was anything new and handsome and at what prices - ladies workboxes

[thisdreamplace]

I read a post today about manifestation content consumption, and they said we should stop consuming too much content because we might get confused. I do agree that seeing for example 5 different coaches, might confuse a few people. But also, I think that constantly lurking through manifestation blogs/ig accounts/reddit/fb groups, keeps you in a state of not having your desires. This might just be me, but I started seeing major movement in my manifestations the moment I limited my cosumption of this content. I felt like although I was applying the law and doing the internal work, everytime I lurked through blogs I would read someone's old story and relate to it, or even a success story and wished that were me, or I would find a new technique and think about applying it (didn't apply them, but still had the thought of doing so) and all of these thoughts meant the same thing: I do not have what I want. Subtle thoughts can sometimes be strongest ones. Do you also think we should limit the amount of content we consume?

Honestly, yes. You make SUCH good points. It really IS so subtle, that's the thing about it. Things definitely started to change more for me when I first got off Reddit, and stayed off. I deleted the Youtube app so I could stop lurking on Dylan James' success stories. And I honestly need to stay off this blog too haha I've been taking more breaks from it often and I think you guys are going to see less of me moving forward.

Sometimes it's hard, because I truly do enjoy this content so much. Like, I love the law. It's my favorite topic and I could talk about it all day. And it's the majority of what I know, because I dedicated the past year to accumulating knowledge on the law. And I truly love the community! But I have to ask myself why do I keep coming back to it? Deep down and truly. Because the truth is, I relate to you. I read a success story and lowkey take mental notes of what that person did. I see how much time it took someone else to manifest, so I make a mental note about it and compare it to myself. It's subtle, but it clearly says I don't have what I want.

I mean, when we are beginners it's cool. We need to learn what this is all about! But after a few months, what else are we looking for? We've read it all, we need to figure out what feels best to us as individuals (which is going to be figured out offline), then stick to it. We need to practice self validation and self confidence and trust and faith. But instead, we keep turning towards this content looking for validation. I know I do sometimes. If I'm feeling off, I'll go read an article that'll help me feel better about myself. And that's okay... to an extent. I think it's more important I practice validating myself. Since that's literally how the law works, it's all a reflection of me. I can read that inspirational article 500 times, but it's me who's gonna have to actually apply the work even when it gets difficult, you know?

I think there's a fine line though. I remember listening to a podcast episode and Jen said how every morning when she gets ready she listens to a Neville lecture. And clearly Jen is one of the most skilled master manifestors. I think that for her though, she comes from the angle of understanding who she truly is more and more. She's not listening to try and get something to manifest. But I think for many of us, we are definitely keeping engaged with this content because deep down we think we are going to find something that makes it all click, which then would make all our desires come rushing to us. And actually yeah, that does come from a place of feeling like you're not fulfilled because you think there's more work to be done.

So yeah, I definitely agree. And the law is all about being a doer, not a hearer. I think that we can do the inner work and still consume this content. But I think that if we are having underlying thoughts like what you mentioned, it's better to take a step back and build more inner confidence. So that when you are reading law related content one day, it's coming from a place of pure enjoyment and not a subtle place of lack.

Thanks so much for bringing this topic up! I really loved reading about your perspective. 💖

[taeslovehandles]

I posted 527 times in 2021

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#can we have more movies with realistic characters that are not viewed differently or dumber just because they are heavier!?

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Look what you did to poor Namjoonie. All his abs are gone! But it looks like he doesn't really seem to care that much. In fact. It looks like he is challenging you all! Retweet or like this post and show this tubby man if he can really hold all the food you got for him!

*no time limit this time idk if I can post an update in a week lmao*

If you forgot how the old one looked- Check this out.

98 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 20:39:12 GMT

#4

Soo a good friend of mine is finally writing a story and I had to encourage her to keep writing it, so I drew this for her. It kind of is eprocto and I normally do not draw this but here you go. Enjoy. c:

Reaally fat jk with helpful bf Tae. <3

100 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 22:47:38 GMT

#3

[HoBT] Busy Shedule

A few years went by until Jimin and Jungkook had enough money to buy their own flat in the city. It was much easier for Jimin to get to work now in the new strip club downtown and Jungkook could focus on his gainer career a lot easier.

See the full post

114 notes • Posted 2021-07-03 10:43:42 GMT

#2

Could you maybe do any member as pretty big and another as the fit feeder? Bonus points if it’s about fitness humiliation

Okay. I have sat on this way too long, but I also really love this? And of course I had to go with Jikook my dear anon x3 <3

I'm pretty interested, what would you guys answer in Jungkook's position to Jimin's question/teasing? x3

140 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 19:08:42 GMT

#1

500 FOLLOWER - WEIGHT GAIN DRAFT!

And of coursetted and Namjoon won this one easily! So here is Namjoon sitting in his whirlpool looking smexy. Now it's your turn to feed him and help him grow soft and biiig!

With 2 hearts he gains 1 lbs

1 retweet is equal to 5 lbs

(I might change the value depending if it's not enough or too much. I am not sure how many will participate lmao xD)

His current weight is a muscly 175 lbs! Come and make this boy grow <3 You got a week time to share and like this post until I will count all of the weight he gained and draw a chubbier version of him!

I did not add any lbs gain for follows simply because I do not want people to feel forced to follow me just for this. Follow me if you like my stuff c: <3

Oh and sadly we did not hit 500 last month but how do we say? Each month is pride month. So Namjoon got a cute little rainbow tattoo <3

And of course thank you so much for everything. Honestly I just made the account to retweet and comment. I never intended this to blow up as it did and I love you all <3

221 notes • Posted 2021-07-11 19:44:56 GMT

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[tohokuu]

Anon ask time:

I'm a writer on here and im pretty notorious on getting things out late and I feel bad or it especially when it's a request.

But no one talks abt how it's just hard sometimes to be a writer on Tumblr. Like i worked my ass off to get only 500 followers and then an anon that reached out to me and asked for advice posts like three works and gained 1k followers in a month. I'm v happy for her and everything but it feels unfair sometimes. And i just want to be a big voice in the ateez fanfic community and have people recognize that im a good writer and be like you or hongism or pk but when you post something that you spent all this time on and for it to only get 10 likes is very disheartening.

And I have been revamping old works too but it still is so hard

ahhhh my love, it’s okayyyy

let’s pretend i’m letting you cuddle into my arms and i’m stroking your hair gently 🤗

now, PLS don’t compare me to caly, shes huge 😭 but that’s also like the biggest compliment ever, do not make me cry at 6 AM

the biggest thing about ANY hobby that ppl fail to realize is that it’s not supposed to be a job. it’s a hobby, you do it when you feel like it. i haven’t been able to paint in over a year, i feel like i’ve lost my artistic talent, but when i look back at my old pieces i’m like.. holy shit i drew that ??

or, DEAN ? if you know who he is, he hasn’t released music for maybe 2-4 years now ? people ask for more music but no one realizes how difficult it is to produce art. it’s difficult to put your brain together and find something satisfactory enough for your audience. writing is the same way. it’s art. it’s talent. sometimes it doesn’t flow in your head properly and it’s difficult to produce stuff.

and don’t ever feel bad for being late to a request. you’re not obligated to answer anyone. what are they gonna do ? tell their mom ? 🙄

and sometimes it is hard to gain followers. my old blog only reached around 570 followers before i just gave up and made a new blog. i had decent amount of works up there but it didn’t make much of a difference.

maybe a blog change could help ? a new environment often helps (that’s what all my friends that constantly change blogs say)

and maybe with recognition, it’s also a matter of tags. tags make a BIG difference. i changed some tags for my fics and it made my fics grow. tumblr ever only puts the first 4-5 tags to use and you gotta use the ones people will go for the most. it’s bit of a marketing situation as well

and i understand where you’re saying that it really burns you out when you work so hard on a fic and it only gets 10 likes :( that can be upsetting. but tumblr is literally a gamble, not everything will do well. many of my fics that’s i write don’t do well. my angst fics never do well and i have a couple of those. my fluff fics aren’t all that popular either.

my melanie series; even tho i worked hard and completed it, if you look at the individual works, there’s not many notes on it. and it’s not just me, it happens to every writer. i spoke to caly (hongism) a couple months back and she told me that a lot of her kinktober works didn’t get the most recognition, so really, tumblr is just a gamble

and also, notes don’t really matter when you’re doing something you love. if it soothes your heart to write, then fuck notes. i understand that notes and comments can be a motivator too, but that’s the readers job, not yours. us writers do our best to get our readers to reblog our work and leave comments, some listen and some don’t

and there’s also a target audience. most people consume the horny stuff, so other genres don’t often get the same love

i’ll be back with some business strategies later and you can drop another ask, or i’ll make a general post abt it

i’m started to get late for school now so i gtg 😭 if there’s anything else, my ask box is open