#some values are weird again on not-laptop

[elektroyu]

Day 18 - Kangal

At some point I'm going to make a proper painting out of one of the refs of this dog, because he's STUNNING and all of his pictures just look awesome 🤩 Anyway, this took around 3 hours or so.

[lcvehee]

lost and found (smau)

#16. the nerds are fighting

꩜ .ᐟ wc: 0.8k + screenshots

it was the beginning of exam season, and the library was buzzing with activity. you were hunched over your ipad, eyebags sitting under your eyes. you stretched your arms over your head, trying to relieve some tension in your back. try, at least. over the three years you’ve spent in college, you’ve developed an awful sitting posture, and you just can’t seem to sit properly now. you take a sip from your coffee, wrinkling your nose, and set it down immediately.

sohee took your thermos, smelling the liquid inside. “is it that bad?” he glanced at you, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

“very much so,” you whispered, sticking your tongue at him.

he clutched his heart, fake sobbing. “i’m never making you coffee again.”

"good,” you murmur teasingly, looking down again at your ipad.

just like the coffee you drank, the conversation with your brother a few days ago left a bittersweet aftertaste in your mouth. 

you’ve changed.

you still don’t know how to process that information. at first, you brushed it off. changed? you? no way. you’re still the same person, still focused on your studies, still trying to keep your life on track. but then it stuck with you, the words replaying in your head.  

and... maybe he’s right.  

you never noticed it before, but now that you think about it, it’s true. you used to keep everyone at arm’s length. well, maybe except giselle, anton, and yeri. it was safer that way—less risk, less effort, just you and your goals. but now... you’ve let more people in. 

sohee. somehow, he slipped past the walls you didn’t even realize you’d built so high. he’s just there, and it feels so natural, so easy.

that’s all it is, though. you made a deal with him to ward off your nosy friends about your love life, and you ended up genuinely enjoying his presence. he’s a good guy. even though you started on the wrong foot, he's a great friend. the kind who makes things lighter, who just gets you without making a big deal about it. it’s nice having someone like that around. it doesn’t mean anything more.

there’s nothing more to it. there can’t be.

“y/n? you good?”

the sound of his voice cut straight through your thoughts. you blinked and lifted your head, only to find him already looking at you, 

“oh, uh—yeah,” you muttered quickly, your heart doing something weird you refuse to acknowledge. “just... thinking.”

he nodded, as if that was a perfectly reasonable answer. “just wondering how you coded this program?” he turned his laptop towards you. “i can't seem to get my code to compile and it's driving me nuts.”

you squint, analyzing the file he wrote. 

“you forgot a semi-colon here, here, and… here,” you pointed out each line. “you don't need to define this function to this extent, it's already in your header file, i assume.”

he groaned, covering his face with his hands. 

“you also referenced the wrong type multiple times, it's a pointer to an integer value,” you whispered.

he sighed deeply.

“i'm dropping out."

you snorted. “sohee, you said that yesterday.”

“i'm being for real, y/n. auditioning at agencies sounds so tempting right now.”

you can't take his tone seriously, a small giggle escaping your mouth. “your parents would kill you.”

he sighed once again. “they totally would, i know.”

you patted his shoulder as a weak attempt to reassure him. “let's stop studying for today, we've been here since 8am.”

as you said those words, he immediately perked up, quickly putting away his belongings.

“i'm gonna have the best nap of my life after this," he whispered to you, making you giggle.

while sohee was in his room, napping, you found yourself in a peculiar position. the two of you were chatting side by side at foot of his bed, but he soon fell asleep, his shoulder leaning on yours. you're now stuck because you don't want to risk waking him.

you could feel your heartbeat hammering in your chest. what in the kdrama is happening?

“sohee?” seunghan muttered, coming from the hallway.

you hummed in response, looking up from your phone. act normal. act normal. act normal. act normal—

“you guys look cute.”

you rolled your eyes, putting your index finger in front of your mouth to shush him.

"okay, fine, fine." he held his hands in surrender. "let me ask you something though."

you nodded absentmindedly.

"what's up with you and wonbin?"

for a moment, you froze, the question hanging in the air. what could you possibly say? the truth lingered on the tip of your tongue—you were working on a surprise for sohee, arranging a recording session at a professional studio. wonbin was the perfect guy as he knew all the right people for the task. from everything you've gathered during your time spent at his apartment, music clearly meant everything to sohee, and you wanted to give him the opportunity to properly record his own creations.

but how could you explain that? simple. be as vague as possible. that's it.

“we're working on a surprise for sohee.” 

"and why not me? i'm his best friend." he raised his eyebrows, intrigued. “and what for? his birthday's in a long time.”

"wonbin seems to know what he's doing, unlike someone else."

he gasped. "rude."

you shrugged, putting on a nonchalant air. “i can't reveal anything, that would defeat the purpose of a surprise." you paused. "knowing you, you'd probably end up telling sohee at some point.. "

seunghan grinned cheekily. "by the way, you'll be stuck here for a long time," he said. "his naps are usually pretty long, so make yourself comfortable."

you made a face. oh no.

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꩜ .ᐟ a/n: more writing!! idk if u guys prefer more screenshots or more written parts. lmk!! this is something im more used to tbh. i grew up reading more "traditional" written fics, as smaus are relatively new. also poor y/n... imagine having sohee sleep on ur shoulder like that for hours lol. what is gonna happen when he wakes up ?? stay tuned for the next chapter😭

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[heartmaddie]

charm | t.oikawa - 07 juna

by m454d1e involves past relationship trauma somewhaat

yn’s sitting at the oak table, feeding herself scoops of miscellaneous cereals as her roommates look over at her, various perplexed faces on each of them.

“so oikawa’s coming over?” kei looks over at osamu skeptically, “i mean i don’t mind but it’s just a bit of a drastic change in opinion.”

“i don’t think oikawa’s that bad, really.” keiji shrugs, “nice guy, a bit violent but i think it was an appropriate time”

“guys, he’s just gonna be over to work on the project, it’s not like we’re gonna actually have a meaningful conversation.” yn explains, leaning on the back of her chair. she lets out a deep sigh as she sips on some juice, “he’ll be over from 1:30 to the evening or something, you wont even see him.”

“yeah, it’s fine then. i’ll be at uni the whole time” kiyoko nods, “i’ll be in the textile studios from around 12-4 really, so i’ll be home for dinner.. is he going to have dinner with us?” she asks yn, who shrugs.

“dunno, he might.” 

“well i’ll be in the apartment all day, so if anything happens or if he does anything then just let me know, okay?” osamu looked sideways at yn, sighing softly.

“i think we’ll be okay.”

“dunno yn, just being careful is better.” keiji nods in response, looking over at kei.

“we’re adults, i’m sure that yn knows what she’s doing.”

“thank you kei” yn replies, sipping on some more juice, and that was their breakfast conversation over.

her lectures dragged on all day, the minutes passing by slower every second, every moment blurred into one until she’s sitting outside on one of the benches, eyes closed before she hears a familiar chirpy voice.

“ynn, are you ready to head off?” tooru asks, offering her a hand which she takes gratefully, letting him pull her right back to her feet.

“yeah, we can go now.”

they walk hand in hand, earning a couple weird glances from other students as they walked in silence. she looked exhausted, and tooru couldn’t help but worry, so he would tug her a little closer every now and then, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as she directed them towards her dorm. 

tooru was surprised, it was much tidier than the apartment he shared with his roommates, but then again, she lived with akaashi and kiyoko, who were pretty good when it came to organisation.

“these rooms are so much better than the sports dorms” tooru complains, slipping off his shoes and neatly leaving them next to yns.

“mm, yeah i guess. the rent here is more expensive than in the sports dorms, also aren’t you on a scholarship like tobio?” yn asked, looking up at him curiously.

“yeah, i’m on a half scholarship, so i still pay for my dorm fees.” oikawa sighs, walking with her throughout the apartment as he looks around in astonishment.

“do you want water or anything?” she asks, pouring a glass with some ice tossed inside and passing it towards him, receiving a small ‘thank you’ in return.

“who else are your roommates besides kiyoko and akaashi?” he asks curiously, bringing up the cool glass to his pink lips,

“uhm, osamu and kei”

“kei as in karasuno, kei tsukishima?”

“yeah” she nods in reply, 

“i don’t like him.” oikawa states firmly, causing her to chuckle.

“mm, i see that, i think that at face value he’s a bit awkward and arrogant, but he’s very caring once you get to know him” she nods, thinking about tsukishima. oikawa laughs as well, taking another sip,

“we should probably start our project, are we going to your room or something?” she nods and pulls him towards her bedroom. 

it’s neat, but obviously lived in. with a twin sized bed against the wall with white sheets somewhat done and a large desk with stacks of paper on the ends of it. he sits on the grey carpet, putting his messenger bag next to him and reaching for his laptop. tooru rests his back against the bedframe as he accesses the document, she sits next to him and does the same thing.

“so i did some of the work last week, and i think that we’ve mainly finished our research and can start drafting our abstract.” yn nods, picking at the skin at her cuticle, “have you chosen a question?” tooru nods and explains it to her, gently taking her hand in his. yn feels an unfamiliar warmth form in her stomach as she looks up at him, his sharp jaw as he reads off his document, and he doesn’t realise her gaze until he looks back at her.

“what? is there something on my face?” he asks, bringing his other palm to quickly wipe against his lower face, making her smile from his obliviousness.

“no, it’s nothing. but the question sounds good” she hums, leaning over his shoulder to tweak some parts.

a couple half hours later, yn’s sitting on her bed with tooru working on the ground still, stretching occasionally as he could feel it in his back now.

“if you’re uncomfortable you can come sit up here.” she hums mindlessly, so he finds himself climbing up next to her, sitting shoulder to shoulder as he continues to type away on his laptop. over the hour they find themselves shifting closer, to the point where their laptops are forgotten on the ground and tooru has his arm lazily draped across her waist as they lie close, but not enough.

“are you feeling better?” he asks her softly, using his other hand to gently card through her hair as she gazed up at the white ceiling.

“yeah, i guess so” she mumbles in response, turning to look up at him, a somewhat soft gaze in her eyes, causing tooru to smile down at her. “i don’t know tooru, you make me feel safe in a way” she explains, looking down at his fingers, “like, i can tell you things that i’d usually be a bit hesitant to tell my friends, or anything,”

 tooru hums in response, seemingly in deep thought.

“i’m happy that you trust me,” he strokes her jaw, looking into her eyes, “i really like you, yn” he murmurs so quietly, you’d have to be really listening to hear it.

it’s this strange, comforting feeling. yn wants nothing more but to bask in it, and let tooru into her life fully, but there’s something holding her back. that small, dwindling feeling which told her that it would end up the same. semi follows her everywhere, from the music she listens to, the the posters in her bedroom, to the way her friends would look at her, he’s always there. but this, being in tooru’s arms, that was her sanctuary, that was the only place that semi couldn’t reach, and she wanted to keep it that way. but tooru, ever observant, would pull it out of her eventually.

“you look like you’re thinking about something” he smiles, poking his finger against he cheek, “what’s on your mind?”

“mm, it’s stupid” she replies,

“don’t care, i’d wanna hear anything you have to say.” yn sighs gently, leaning against his chest a bit more.

“i’m just a bit scared, i guess.” she starts, “i like you too tooru, but it’s scary, letting myself be intimate again.” she admits, “i’m embarrassed.”

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed, yn.” he mumbles into her hair, “what you went through is really damaging and honestly, even wanting to try is courageous, in my opinion.” oikawa sighs, pulling her closer, “and anyways, i’d wait for you, a long time.”

she looks up at him, surprise and curiosity written all over her face.

“you’d take it slow with me?” she asks,

“yeah, i would” he replies quickly, “i’d take it as slow as you’d want.”

yn felt the walls that she’d spent years building slowly fall with every word he’d whisper lovingly to her. the warmth and comfort he provided, it was different, it came naturally to her like a second nature, yn would look up at him, analysing his words, and she didn’t want to, but she believed him, he drew her in. she didn’t think she’d fall victim to oikawa tooru’s charms, but here she was. wrapped up in his arms, soaking his affection as she laid still in his arms. she thinks that she’s never felt more complete than this.

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Mabel's Second Chance

[Trigger Warnings: major character death, suicide(mentioned)]

~~~This is a little ficlet explaining how IGM!Ford and IGM!Mabel met! IGM!Mabel is from a timeline where Dipper never figured out how to use the sock puppet to talk to Mabel, and ended up being trapped in the Mindscape.~~~

Mabel had always believed that she was a good sister.

Sure, she teased Dipper sometimes, poking fun at his crush on Wendy and spraying him with the hose when he didn't shower often enough, but she never took it too far. She loved Dipper more than anything, after all!

But... she hadn't really been showing that lately.

She'd been caught up in a lot of summer romances lately, and Dipper had always been willing to help her out, going out of his way to make her happy, and protecting her if things went bad. Mabel had been sure that, if something had been as important to Dipper as love had been to her, that she would be happy to return the favor.

But then Dipper had asked for her help, had asked Mabel to help him unlock the secrets of the weird laptop they'd found in the Bunker, but instead of keeping her promise, she'd fallen head over heels for a pretty blonde with puppets and once again asked him to help her instead, reassuring him that she'd help him soon. And, ever the good brother, Dipper had agreed, stitching and cutting and gluing and scripting alongside Mabel and the rest of her production crew, fighting through his own exhaustion.

Then, when everything was ready, Mabel had told Dipper that he would finally have her help, and he'd given her a tired, grateful smile. Looking back on it, he'd probably been excited to finally get some sleep while she worked on figuring out the password.

Then Gabe had shown up, had made her panic over the stitches in her puppets, and she'd thrown Dipper aside in favour of her project, leaving him to stomp off in frustration. She'd ignored him, too caught up with her need to impress her crush.

She hadn't seen him again until she'd yelled that she was talking his journal. God, why had she done that? She knew how important it was to Dipper, and it wasn't as if she was lacking in books to choose from! But no, the journal had been there, and she had been in a rush, and she hadn't been thinking about Dipper's feelings, hadn't been thinking about Dipper much at all.

If she had been, perhaps she might have noticed her twin's too-wide smile, might have noticed the soda dripping down his irritated eyes, or the puncture marks on his bruised arm that were beginning to bead with blood.

She'd sat with him in the car, sat with the thing that had stolen her brother's body, and hadn't even noticed something was wrong.

It made her sick to think about now.

He'd spoken to her at the show, holding himself strangely but offering, quite sweetly, to help with the play, not looking mad in the slightest that she'd broken her promise and taken his journal.

She should have known something was wrong. Dipper hated performing in front of people. How had she not seen it?

Everything had gone perfectly. The lights, music, and live pyrotechnics had gone off without a cinch, and Gabe had asked her out officially at the end of the performance. She'd been so giddy that she hadn't even noticed Dipper's absence until Grunkle Stan had asked her where he'd run off too.

She hadn't realized something was wrong until they'd gone outside to look for him, and the smell of something burning had reached her nose.

It was hard to tell what it was at first, what with the amount of damage, but the blackened eyeglass and the curling six-fingered gold hand with the number 3 made it unmistakable. Dipper's journal, his most valued item, was smoldering on the ground next to a discarded lighter.

A cold, nauseous feeling had started to form in Mabel's stomach at the sight. She'd looked up at her Grunkle Stan, and had seen his face was twisted in shock and worry. He'd looked at her and asked her, in a strained, shaky voice, if she was sure she hadn't seen where her brother had gone.

They didn't find out where Dipper was until the next morning, when they got a knock at the door from an uncharacteristically somber Sheriff Blubs and a teary eyed Deputy Durland. Mabel had been sent up to her room, but she'd quietly snuck back down to listen in, desperate to know what was happening with Dipper.

After she heard the word "suicide," she'd stopped listening, unable to hear anything past the ringing that had filled her ears.

Mabel ran her thumb gently against the redone stitches of the sock puppet likeness of her brother as she hugged it close, burying her face in its tiny cloth hat, ignoring the way it's googly eyes dug slightly into her cheeks.

It smelled like him now, something that wasn't surprising, what with how much she'd brought it with her to lay down in Dipper's bed. It was hardly a nice smell; her brother really had needed to shower more, but it was familiar, and that was all that mattered to Mabel now.

Mabel's eyes fluttered open as she heard the door to the attic creak open. Beside her, Waddles nosed at the edge of the blanket she'd pulled over the two of them, and a sliver of orange-pink light pierced the comforting darkness of Blanket Town. He grunted a few times in greeting, but didn't pull away from his owner.

She heard soft footsteps getting closer and closer, until they stopped almost right beside her, and a familiar face came into view.

"Hi Soos." Mabel mumbled, her face still pressed into the fabric of the puppet. Soos smiled at her, but it was a sad smile, one that did nothing to distract from the wet shine in his eyes, or the unmistakable shudder in his next intake of breath.

"Hey hambone. How are you feeling?"

Mabel sniffed and ducked her head into Waddles' back, fresh tears beginning to pool in her eyes. She tried to answer, but nothing came out. Soos let out a quiet sigh.

"Yeah, I thought that might be the case." he gently patted her head through the blanket, "I think I know a way to make you feel better, if you're up for it, dude?"

Mabel glanced back up at the handyman, doubtful. What could possibly make her feel better.

"What is it?" she warbled hoarsely.

"It's kinda hard to explain, but if you come with me, I promise it'll be worth it." Soos replied, holding out his hand. Mabel hesitated, trying to decide if she even had enough energy to get up, but slowly she took Soos hand, letting him guide her to her feet, her Dipper sock puppet still held firmly in her grasp. Waddles dutifully followed her, pressing close to her legs.

Now that she was up and standing in the illuminated room, she noticed that Soos looked... different. He was missing his hat, and there was a healing gash on his cheek. He had a long, black bandana tied around his neck, as well as Dipper's dino tooth. Confused, Mabel looked back at place where her brother had hung it before, and... found it resting there, untouched. She whipped her head back and stared at Soos, who followed her gaze and then met her stare.

"Look, I know this is weird. Trust me, its weird for me too, dude. But I can explain everything in a bit." Soos said, holding his hands up in surrender. Mabel squinted her eyes in distrust.

"How do I know you're really Soos?" she asked.

"Oh, are you worried that I'm a shapeshifter? Uhh, oh, here!" Soos picked up his dinosaur tooth and pricked his finger on its sharp tip, a drop of bright red blood welling up, "See? 100% human dawg."

He wiped the blood on his bandana, giving Mabel another, less saddened smile. "I'm totally Soos, just... not your Soos."

"Wha?" Mabel's eyes widened, but she still followed the handyman when he started heading for the exit, "What do you mean you're not my Soos?"

"Doctor Pines can explain it better than I can. Just follow me and, uh, try not to wake up Stan. He... really looks like he needs the rest, dude."

Doctor Pines?

Still confused but also curious, Mabel crept down the stairs with the other Soos, careful not to step on any particularly squeaky floorboards as they made their way towards the door. Other Soos hadn't been wrong; Grunkle Stan looked worse than Mabel felt. He looked far older than he was, and his face was pinched with discomfort even in sleep. He was slumped over in his recliner, surrounded by crumpled up papers with scrawled writing on them and an empty bottle of alcohol. It looked dusty, like it hadn't been touched in a while.

Mabel scooped up one of the papers as they snuck past, glancing at it. It looked like he was trying to figure out what to tell their parents. She grimaced and dropped the paper like it had burned her. No wonder there were so many. How could anyone find the words to tell someone that their son had killed himself?

Except, Dipper hadn't killed himself. It hadn't been Dipper that had thrown himself off the water tower,

it had been Bill.

Bill had been the one in her brother's body. He had done something and tricked Dipper when he was tired and vulnerable because she hadn't kept her promise.

Mabel gripped the sock puppet tighter and hurried out the door.

Cicadas and crickets sang out into the evening light as she and Other Soos stepped out onto the porch, chirping and screeching as if nothing was out of place in the world. A light breeze blew some of Mabel's hair into her eyes, the strands sticking to her tear-dampened cheeks. She reached a hand up and brushed it away, and when she opened her eyes again, she noticed a man standing by the treeline.

He was tall, about as tall as Grunkle Stan, and was dressed in a long black trench coat and a red turtleneck. He had one bright blue eye and one that was milky white and scarred, as well as a pair of thick, cracked glasses. The stranger was old, with a grey stubble and slightly darker hair that had a silver stripe running through it. The most startling thing about him, however, was the fact that his face looked almost identical to Grunkle Stan's.

"Soos, who is that?" she asked, looking up at him.

"That's Doctor Pines dawg. Mr Pines' twin brother." Other Soos replied.

Mabel's jaw dropped open. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers, and she stepped back slightly in shock.

"What?!" she yelled in as hushed a tone as she could manage, "Grunkle Stan has a twin?"

Other Soos scratched at the back of his neck, "It's a long story, but I'm sure he'll catch you up dude. He might look a little scary, and he's not the best people person, but... he really cares about his family. He's the whole reason we were able to come here."

Mabel looked back at the man, her other Grunkle, apparently, and their eyes met. He lit up when he saw her, his eyes crinkling the same way Grunkle Stan's did. He pushed off from the tree he was leaning against and walked over to the porch, kneeling down before Mabel as he extended a hand to her.

"Hello Mabel. I'm your Great Uncle Stanford. It's... it's a pleasure to get to meet you again." he said, speaking in a soft, gentle voice.

Mabel reached out and grabbed his hand on instinct, but froze up when she processed what exactly it was he'd said. "Wait, what do you mean you're my Grunkle Stanford. Grunkle Stan is inside!"

The man blinked owlishly, as if he'd just remembered something, "Ah, right. You don't know about Stanley taking my identity yet. Sweetheart, I am Stanford Pines. My brother took my name when I went missing 30 years ago so I didn't lose my house. His name is actually Stanley Pines."

Mabel's mind was quietly exploding in a fiery ball of glitter and question marks. How was this possible? Suddenly, she felt something move in her grasp, and she realized that she was still holding her Grunkle's hand. Looking down, she noticed something was off.

"You have six fingers!" she gasped, delighted, "that's a whole finger friendlier than normal!"

Wait...

"Did you write the journals?!" she screeched, forgoing any concept of personal space as she rushed right up to him. Her Grunkle gave her a proud grin and produced that oh so familiar book from a pocket inside his coat, looking just as old and millipede-bitten as it had before.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" she squealed, "I have to tell Dipper, he's gonna fre-!"

Mabel's mouth slammed shut with a click, the memory of the past few days rushing back as her excitement fled. She couldn't tell Dipper anything anymore. Her eyes became shiny with tears as she looked down at the ground, pulling her sock puppet sibling into a tight hug.

"Oh sweetheart, come here." Grunkle Ford said, opening his arms as Mabel began to cry. She threw herself into his chest, sobbing when he wrapped his arms around her in a warm, secure hug.

"It- It's all my fault!" she sobbed, pressing her face into the fabric of his sweater. It smelled of thunderstorms and coffee, and it was almost like she was back in Sweater Town, "I- I ignored Dipper and I broke my promise and- and I didn't notice anything was wr- wrong with him! A demon was possessing my twin and I didn't even notice! I was too- too busy obsessing over a STUPID BOY! My brother is dead because I was SELFISH!"

"Shhh, shhh, my dear, it is not your fault. Bill has had trillions of years to perfect his craft of tricking people. You couldn't have been expected to win against him." Grunkle Ford soothed, gently rubbing her back as she wailed and hiccuped, "I'm here now, and I'm going to make everything all okay."

"H- how?" Mabel sniffed, swiping her sleeve across her face as new tears ran down her cheeks. Grunkle Ford tapped the space on his coat that was above his heart, and Mabel saw two familiar symbols stitched onto the fabric. It was the pinetree from Dipper's hat, and the Shooting Star from one of her favourite sweaters.

"You see Mabel, I'm not from this dimension. Neither is Soos here." he said, gesturing to the handyman, "In my dimension, there was an... accident, and I lost my Dipper and Mabel, and I was very close to losing my brother. I wasn't able to live without you and your brother, so I decided to journey out into the Multiverse and find a version of you two that needed help, and offer to bring them back with me."

The scarred man lay a hand on Mabel's shoulder, "Mabel, the choice to come with us is yours; I certainly won't force you, but I adore you and your brother, and I would certainly love for you to come be a part of my family. If you do, then we can go and rescue a Dipper that really needs a sister that will make him feel loved right now. You'll be together again, and I'll make sure you never have to worry about losing him."

"I-" Mabel struggled to draw in another breath, so overwhelmed by what she was hearing, "I can see Dipper again?"

Grunkle Ford nodded. "Yes, Mabel, you can. Everything will be okay again, if you come with us."

She wanted to say yes, God she wanted to say yes more than anything in the world, but something stopped her from agreeing right away.

"What about Grunkle Stan? He'll be all alone..."

"Oh, don't worry about him. I'll come back and bring him a Dipper and Mabel that need a Stan, and I'll make sure he's all better before I leave, okay?"

Mabel smiled at the reassurance and nodded, "Okay Grunkle Ford, I- I want to go with you, then."

Grunkle Ford gave the girl a huge grin and scooped her up into a loving embrace. Mabel giggled wetly as his stubble scratched at her face, and she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck.

"Waddles can come too, right?" she asked.

Grunkle Ford looked down at her pig, who oinked at him in return. "Hmm. Well, my dimension already has a Waddles but... yes, I suppose he can come. We'll just have to quarantine him for a bit and get him adjusted to our reality so he doesn't collapse our entire dimension if he touches his counterpart."

"Two Waddles?! Oooo I'm gonna knit them matching outfits!" Mabel squeaked, "Thank you, Grunkle Ford!"

"Of course, princess. Anything to make you happy." he said, reaching into his pocket to withdraw his portal device, "Now, let's go find your brother."

Mabel nodded. This was her second chance. She'd prove that she could be a good sister. She'd prove to Dipper that she loved him.

And this time, she'd keep him safe.

[bokkura]

I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF I HAD TO . chapter one

synopsis :: lee heeseung was your first love, if you could count a ghost as a love. he made you feel adored, he made you feel special. all despite the barrier between your worlds. but this all comes crumbling when your death day rolls around, and it’s revealed heeseung had toyed with your heart. being in love with another on the other side the entire time. now you’re stuck heartbroken in the land of the dead, with only a few newfound friends to help you.

and a really beautiful dead ice skater.

pairings :: park sunghoon x fem!reader, brief lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre :: ghost!au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

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you haven’t always valued your life. it was never special, it was never happy. your escapism varied from things as simple as journaling to as extreme as drinking until you passed out.

ironically enough your want to die increased when you met your lover. when you met him in an alleyway on an abandoned street you’d stumbled upon in hopes of getting away from your parents.

you thought he was some other angsty teen, rugged clothes and a beaten up helmet on his head. he had this weird look to him. nothing off-putting at first sight, just a pale translucent look to him. you could see all of his purple-blue veins but just chalked it up to lack of sun in the moment.

it wasn’t until later, days later when he was becoming more comfortable pieces things started falling into place.

others could see him, but this was such a small town, even you wondered where he’d come from. no new neighbors, the town closest to yours was so much livelier only a fool would chose to even visit your rundown one.

when he stepped foot in your room he was ogling strangely at your old laptop, at the lights strung around your room, hell even your phone. that’s when you knew something was a little off about your new friend.

it took quite a bit of coaxing before he removed his helmet, that you had previously always seen on his head. it was quite the gruesome sight. the side of his head was gashed, hair near it coated in dried blood. pulling up his pants leg just a bit showed a large wound traveling from the bottom of his calf to his thigh. even higher judging by how big it was.

he had to explain everything to you.

“i was riding my board down to my friend’s place, some drunk guy came swerving and my helmet flew off before i hit the ground.”

you visibly cringed at the mental image, taking his helmet and carefully placing it back on his head.

“don’t worry,” he chuckles lightly, grabbing your hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb. “it just means i get to look cool forever and feel no pain.”

that’s how heeseung was. like a puppy, always making people laugh, always kind, always loyal.

but that’s just what he wanted you to see. that’s the facade he had created for you. all because he was so confident you’d never find out what he was hiding.

this relationship with heeseung caused you to be more wreckless. it was an insane thing to say but you started quietly wishing you could die just to spend eternity with him like he had promised.

you’re a little impatient.

not to mention your home life was shit. your social life was nonexistent. you had no one and nothing to rely on but a dead guy who had to leave at certain hours of the day. you just wanted to be able to bask in his comfort always.

but ironically enough, your death was an accident. you weren’t planning on killing yourself, heeseung was hellbent against it. but you weren’t exactly ignoring the idea. but the universe beat you to it.

you had been getting drunk. it was something you had done since you were sixteen. it started off as rebellion. your father was an alcoholic, but threatened you heavily if you were to ever touch a bottle. you did it secretly for that satisfying revenge, even if he would never find out.

but then it became a form of escapism. you weren’t proud of it, but then again you didn’t care.

and that’s when you see it. heeseung is next to you like always when you wake up. but this time he isn’t peacefully sleeping, he’s looking at you harshly. raking his eyes over you with a cold expression.

“did you do it?” his voice is aggressive and you can’t help but feel scared with the once comforting boy.

your voice struggles to come out and at first you think you lost it. then you realize there’s no breath coming from your nose or mouth. you don’t even feel anything until you start to panic, and heeseung d’s warm gaze and touch is back. and you’re calm again.

“do what?”

his eyes solemnly flicker to your hands and you follow his gaze. you watch his hand pick up yours before he presses a small kiss to your knuckles. that same lifeless, gray tint he has to his skin is now on yours. you’re dead.

but it’s not the happy ending you believed. yes you’ve escaped you’re parents, yes you can be with heeseung for eternity, but that’s only because it’s a possibility. not reality.

heeseung wasn’t in love with you, heeseung was never in love with you. you were someone he could fool around with so his little ghost girlfriend wouldn’t catch wind of it. he was a playboy and he was damn good at it.

you wanted to kill him. if you could bring him back to life and choke him to death god knows you would. you were so convinced he was your savior, just for him to stab you in the back and twist the knife. there wasn’t a sorry, there wasn’t remorse more than that chaste kiss he left on your hand.

he was gone just like that, and you were taken to the land of the dead not long after. and word gets around just as fast as in the real world. there isn’t much escaping after all.

thankfully there wasn’t much about the land of the dead that was different from the land of the living. everyone is ghastly pale, you feel no pain, you cannot die, all the things one would assume to apply on the other side.

at first you kept to yourself. most of the people you saw were at least a decade older than you, the age gap not pleasing you despite the fact there was no more aging.

but then you met jay, a sweet boy with an aggressive exterior. he has a sharp look but a soft heart, he was your first friend. and he was very persistent on becoming that.

he knew what had happened, most of the younger ghosts did while the older ones stayed in the gossip circle of their own age group. he even knew heeseung for a while, but some ghosts are still the shitty people they were when they were alive. even when thirty years had passed, in heeseung’s case.

jay then introduced you to his friends, including yunjin and jake. yunjin was your favorite. maybe you were biased just because she was another girl, but she had this comforting aura around her. nothing like the false one heeseung had crafted, she was genuine.

jake had a puppy personality mirroring heeseung’s, just sweeter and clearly innocent and genuine. it didn’t take long for you to slip into their little group. you balanced them out well, being the most level headed besides yunjin.

your perspective on the land of the dead changed once more. it felt homier, people were more accepting. maybe it was because they had been dead so long they had matured, or maybe you just got lucky. it’s much better than home, you knew that for sure.

there was just one thing, one person that caught your eye. he was a loner evidently, something you had planned on being before you were dragged into this circle. you can’t help but notice how beautiful he is. the pale, ghostly look doesn’t take away from his features like most of the others. it enhances them.

he looks cold. not in a mean way, in the way that if the cold were human, it would be him. from the way his face was carved sharply to his icy skin. his eyes had a naturally piercing look, eyes that avoided yours and everyone else’s at all costs.

“what’s his name?” you inquire to your new friends, pointing at the direction of the beautiful boy. the four of you were walking through a meadow, it’s winter time here. there was a constant fog and the air had a slight blue hue to it. but jay says that’s how it always is.

jake kicks a stone, “that’s sunghoon. he doesn’t socialize much. we tried talking to him but after a few tries and a few years we gave up.”

“yeah, he just sticks to himself.” yunjin chimes in, “quite a depressing choice if you ask me. he’s become unlikable due to how untouchable he makes himself. i wouldn’t want to spend forever alone.”

you would.

you bow your head down and remain silent, just nodding along to the voices of your friends as they blend into the background.

“how did he die?” it goes quiet for a moment. you stop walking and turn around, met with their confused faces. “am i not supposed to ask people that?”

jay shakes his head quickly. “no, it’s just like we said. sunghoon is very to himself, no one knows how he died.” you hum in response and the others begin walking again, falling back into conversation you tuned out of again.

you take one last glance at the mysterious ghost boy, just for him to be gone.

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[guilty-pleasures21]

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

Another Miguel fanfic 🥲. This time envisioning him as my boss at work (please God, give me my soulmate! 😭).

1. Ergh, I don't really know if I want to write this ...

Part 1 - the protocol

Part 2 - the reveal

Part 3 - the suspicions

Part 4 - the thanks

Warnings: None (not yet anyway ... 😈)

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     His gaze was fixed on her, his eyes tracking her every movement as she pipetted the different chemicals and counted down the seconds for each incubation. He was so close to her that she could feel his warm breath tickling her neck everytime he exhaled. It was driving her crazy! She ground her teeth together, trying to keep her hand stable as she dropped the liquid into the next vial, careful to not expel it too quickly. Another exhale, and he folded his arms across his chest this time, his expression unreadable as he watched her through his safety glasses. She tried to ignore him as she moved onto the next sample, adjusting the pipette so it would pick up the correct volume. He leaned over her shoulder, checking to see that she’d gotten the value right, his breath blowing a strand of her hair against the back of her neck. And that was when she lost it. She swivelled around, pushing her chair back slightly to put some space between them. 

     “Can you just …” She raised her hands, holding her palms out in a defensive stance. “Can you just give me some space? Please? I can’t work with you breathing down my neck like that.”

He raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her sudden outburst. But she didn’t back down, meeting his gaze as she tilted her head questioningly, waiting for his response. 

     He froze. There was something about the way her rosy lips twisted into a pout as she looked up at him, the way her almond-shaped eyes widened in a glare and the way her hair fell over the side of her face when she tilted her head like that. Just something about … her. He moved his chair a foot away, giving her the space she’d requested, and she rewarded him with a smile. That sweet smile she'd always give him, tinged with just the slightest hint of mischief and lighting up the room every time she walked into it. He turned around as she returned to her work, logging onto his laptop and clicking on his emails. He could leave her to the protocol: she was capable of handling it. In the meantime, he had his own work to look after.

     She'd been on her way out of the lab when Hui Fen ran up to her, eyes wide with curiosity. 

     “For what?” X asked, shooting her a quizzical glance. Hui Fen gestured to the lab, leaning in closer so no one else would hear. 

     “Oh my god,” she began, stopping X in her tracks. “Did you get in trouble?”

Her lips were curved into a grimace and she'd always been nice enough to X for her to know that Hui Fen's concern was genuine. Concern for what, she didn't know. But concern all the same.

     “For how you talked to Miguel in lab?” X's brows scrunched even closer together, her confusion only growing with every statement Hui Fen made. 

     “No?” she replied, unsure if she'd read the situation wrong. He hadn't seemed mad at her - not even a little irritated, his lips pursed in thought as he'd studied her. If anything, he'd seemed … embarrassed. She thought again about the tension she'd sensed overcome him after he'd moved a foot away from her. Not because he didn't trust her, but … Well, she supposed she didn't know the answer to that either. She narrowed her eyes at Hui Fen. “Why?” 

     This time it was Hui Fen's turn to look confused. She straightened, her lips turning down at the corners as she considered X's response. “Huh. That's weird. Everyone's usually too scared of him to talk to him like that.” 

     X shifted in position uncomfortably, not liking the way Hui Fen kept phrasing it. ‘How you talked to him’, ‘talk to him like that’. Like what? She shrugged her shoulders, trying to figure out how to end the conversation so they wouldn't start spreading rumours about her disrespecting her supervisor in the lab. 

     “Well, anyway,” X began, inching over to the door out of the prep room, “I'm gonna go get lunch. See you!” 

     “He is kind of terrifying,” she acquiesced, nodding her head slowly. “But, I dunno. He's nice to me. I think he just knows I can do better.”

It had not escaped her notice, how he always seemed more amenable to her suggestions, her ideas. And, evidently, it hadn't gone unnoticed by others in the lab too - she'd already had three people in the lab ask her to ask Miguel for something in the past week alone! But she couldn't look too much into it: aside from the fact that he was her boss, he was also way out of her league. He'd never be interested in her, no matter how hard she pushed herself in the lab. Well, at least she'd already made so much progress in the past six months she'd been here - he'd even trusted her to be the first to try out the new protocol earlier! She started backing away from Hui Fen, getting nervous by the pensive expression on her face. 

     Hui Fen looked up, startled. She waved at X quickly, her brain abandoning whatever train of thought she'd been on. “Oh! Yeah! See ya!” 

     She sat at her desk, munching on her nuggets as she typed up her results. The pantry was too loud today, everyone and their mother yelling at each other in excitement about whatever they usually gossiped about. She couldn’t handle the noise, so she’d usually have lunch at her desk, ears plugged up with her earphones, phone set up with whatever supernatural YouTube channel she’d gotten obsessed with at that point. She’d sneak over to the coffee machine when things got quieter, in the late afternoon, maybe, when she could sit down with someone of the friendlier interns and have a quick coffee break. A hand landed on her desk and she looked up to find Miguel leaning on her table, lips curled in disgust as he took in her lunch. 

     “You really should be eating healthier, arañita,” he  chided her. Little spider. He’d started calling her that a few weeks after she’d started, when she’d bounced into their weekly team meeting with some new hypothesis about the arachnid proteins they’d been working on. She’d zipped over to the whiteboard, research papers in hand as she’d drawn out her ideas and whizzed through messy explanations of the jumble of thoughts in her mind. Everyone else had looked at her in confusion, their minds working to decipher whatever she’d been trying to explain. But he’d studied her with a newfound interest, his hand moving to hide the way his lips had twitched at the ends. ‘Good job, arañita,’ he’d told her, impressed. Then he’d gestured to the whiteboard, no longer able to hide the amusement plain on his handsome features. ‘I’ll need that in a presentation though. I don’t think anyone else would be able to understand otherwise.’ She looked up at him now, her lips curling at the corners in a challenging smirk. 

     “Well, I hate eating and I can't cook, so …” she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders and waiting for his response. He frowned harder, crossing his arms over his chest.

     “Well, why don't you learn?” he suggested, that chronic irritation clouding his voice as he glared down at her. She pulled her eyes away from his arms, trying to ignore the outlines of his muscles through the pale fabric of his shirt. Then she shook her head, maintaining the air of relaxed amusement that always had him making that one look of exasperation that had her stomach somersaulting like mad. 

     “Sure,” he relented, not convinced at all. She was funny, sometimes, the way she'd say something she knew would get under his skin, then sneak a peek at him to gauge his reaction. It was like she just knew him; knew which buttons to push and when to push them. Not like other women with their forced jokes and uncomfortable attempts to flirt with him. She didn't ever flirt with him - well, not intentionally, anyway - and, if he were being perfectly honest with himself, he had to wonder why. She was cute and pretty … and smart too. Maybe she already had a boyfriend? No - he'd heard her talking with some of the interns once, and she'd said specifically that she'd never had a boyfriend. He found himself struggling to understand that, too. Was she not interested in men? No, she'd said she wanted one, in that same conversation. But anyway, this wasn't something he should have been worrying about; she was just his employee after all. Nothing more. And yet, here he was checking in on her to make sure that she was taking care of herself. “At least get a salad or something.” 

     “Oh, no,” she held up her hands, stopping him immediately. “That is a horrible idea, Dr O'Hara. Everything I make turns out both raw and burnt. It's a curse! I'm kitchen-cursed.”

She let out an exaggerated sigh and, just as she'd known it would, that look of exasperation came over his face. He raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at her, his lips quirked at the corner in question. She bit her lip, her heart fluttering in her chest at the sight. 

     “Oh, um,” she winced at the idea, rubbing her stomach gently. “Vegetables are dangerous. I can get stuck on the toilet if I eat the wrong ones.”

Miguel ground his teeth together, frustrated. 

     “Well, I do like …” she recited a few dishes off the top of her head that she enjoyed eating, delighting in the way his shoulders seemed to slump in defeat with every word out of her mouth. She rested her chin in her palms when she was done, looking up at him with a sweet smile that held an edge of challenge. He rolled his eyes and stalked away, going off to eat his own lunch.

     “There must be something you can eat!” he argued. “Other than … this.”

He gestured at her food frantically and she bit on the inside of her cheek to stop her smile. She tilted her head to the side, thinking about it. 

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c3. preview

simon riley x original character.

abstract: Simon here, I saw Jude again, she's still going on about her theories, whatever. it's not even funny anymore and she has some weird secret I want to find out… still, she's a fucking menace to society. idk what's wrong with her probably got dropped on her head on purpose as a kid. don't blame the parents.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: The Fruits, Paris Paloma.

In the end, she did hear back from Price. An email. 'Scherzi!' She shouted out loud in her apartment. She sat down on the couch and Jinx hopped on with her, sniffing her laptop. An email from the captain, an invitation to a briefing, to discuss the situation. Tomorrow after your last session at 5pm. 'No vabbe, me fa parià…' she mumbled and wrote back that she would be there.

'So, I wanted to update you on your patient. We spoke with him and three other soldiers about joining us to the next mission in Al-Jareena next week but he refused. Well…' he stopped, rubbing his beard in clear distress. 'He got up and came up to me saying his injury is not fully healed and he will not be able to get deployed. So I told him we needed him and he started to get nervous and left the room in a hurry.' She listened without intervening. 'I know you have an appointment with him one day before we leave. I was wondering if you could let me know if you find out something about this, he's required to leave with us, otherwise we'll have to report him. His doctors cleared him.' He showed her a piece of paper, sliding it across the table.

'Too risky.' It was Simon that spoke. He was British, his voice was deep. He had been debating on intervening in the meeting from the moment Price asked him to be present. He asked him cause he trusted him, and valued his opinion. Jude could have been informed and educated with her little theories and stories, but she didn't know how things worked in the army. This wasn't Cluedo. She had the same attitude when she walked in the room, maybe a bit less stiff. He took his time exploring her. Her pretty green eyes, her nose, her neck. She wore a blouse this time, with grey trousers. She still had those shiny high boots. She had her hair up, a blonde ponytail. He looked at her jaw. She had a mole on her cheek. He shook her hand, he could smell her deodorant. Her skin was warm, soft. He liked talking to her. Her voice still sounded weird, he couldn't pick up a particular accent. He understood she would't let it go.

'I think you're waisting an opportunity.'

'I think you're thinking too much about it.'

I think I want to brake your neck. She was mad now, he could see her, he could feel it. They weren't listening. She stood up and thanked the two for inviting her to the meeting, she assured them she would keep them updated. Her smile was fake, she still wanted to be polite even thought she thought they were both fucking stupid. Ghost didn't feel guilty for going so hard on her, he looked at her leave while she was trying to hide her anger. He said what he really thought, that was what he had been trained to do. 'What's her deal?' he asked the captain on his way out. 'Jude?' the man looked up, then shook his head.

notes: translation: 'Scherzi!', you're joking! 'No vabbe, me fa parià' Naples dialect for 'you're making me laugh'.

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[catharsis-in-a-bottle]

thoughts about vetinari and sybil?? eyes emoji

HI LIESMYTH i had to break out my laptop to answer this because i can't type fast enough on my phone...

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS. many of them influenced by fanfiction and not actual discworld canon. i am not even sure of the extent of their dynamic in canon yet because i haven't read all of the watch novels, but regardless in all of these books sybil is either a main character One (1) time, or she is a very minor character (I Am Mad About This). as such my thoughts sort of have to be extrapolation anyway

when it comes down to it i think i have three angles on vetinari and sybil (all very personally biased):

the Old Friends Angle - they are friends from boarding school, they meet each other for tea, they generally actively talk to each other, etc. from this angle, i see vetinari and sybil as having a genuine rapport and enjoying each other's company in a platonic way, which seems closest to the scraps we get from the actual books. regardless of angle, i think sybil and vetinari get along not just well, but interestingly. vetinari would be more than happy to listen to sybil rant about dragons, sybil would be more than happy to subtly make fun of people with vetinari, and their combination of Total Frankness and Subtle Bastard create such a collision of opposites that they break through Incompatible and get to "we're going to have weird conversations but we're going to enjoy it the entire time"

the Happy Throuple Angle - the vetinari/vimes/sybil triangle works out, whether vetinari and sybil are attracted to each other or sybil gives a Stamp Of Approval on the vimes/vetinari situation, etc. i think this one feels the most unrealistic of the three. from what little of sybil's perspective we get, we know she cares about tradition to SOME extent, and we know vimes cares about maintaining ankh-morpork's idea of masculinity, so both of them would have so many hang-ups about the throuple situation that they'd hang up the whole thing in the closet and never mention it again... this situation also begs the question "what the hell is going on with vetinari's sexuality" but i think it's boring to say he must be gay in all situations. let the man fuck around. let him flirt with the duchess of ankh-morpork. anyway, i say the Happy Throuple is the least realistic situation, but it IS the most fun for me to write. (probably because it's the easiest, if i'm being honest w/ myself)

the Messy Divorce Not Talking Shitfest Angle - this once again comes from my obsession with the vimes/vetinari/sybil situation....so what if the aforementioned hangups about tradition created Catastrophic Dilemmas, or what if vetinari is gay and attracted to vimes but not to sybil but still asks for her approval on the situation... what happens when sybil is put in that tenuous position..... GOD i read the BEST fic the other week called The Old Kings of Quirm Did It Too by bissonomy (who has also written the funniest vetinari fics in the world) that put forth this dynamic and it feels so real... it's like. what if we gave genuine attention to sybil's perspective in any capacity, specifically from the standpoint of her views on tradition and desire for monogamy. i'm going to lose my goddamn mind

idk in general i like thinking about sybil's perspective because the books present her as Interesting Character who then just becomes The Main Character's Wife, and if we take that at face value we can end up with any of the above angles (the 1st basically complies with canon, in the 2nd sybil [in fanfiction] becomes the Invisible Wife who either dies so vetvimes can get together or gives blanket approval of vetvimes with no explanation, in the 3rd we comply with the nature of her marriage to vimes wherein vimes literally barely mentions her and hardly spends time with her - in that sense we can get to the Divorce just from actual canon details). BUT we can also arrive at all these angles by going beyond how sybil is presented in canon. the Old Friends dynamic becomes what i described in that paragraph, which is based more on extrapolation than canon; the Happy Throuple comes from thinking about sybil as being genuinely attracted to vetinari and/or wanting to break past vimes's views on masculinity (Putting the Commander to Bed my beloved...); the third comes from exploring sybil beyond "Yay I Got Married So Life Is Good Now" and wondering if she truly loves vimes, or if vimes truly loves her, and from perspectives like bissonomy's fic. THIS BECAME ABOUT MORE THAN JUST VETINARI AND SYBIL SORRY I GOT SIDETRACKED

this is unorganized and way too long so here are my conclusions:

vetinari and sybil should be allowed to be autistic about their respective interests together

it would be cool if they fucked

it would be cool if they wrote letters to each other

it would be cool if they had a messy love triangle and created a Divorce Situation

AND my ideal vetinari/sybil dynamic is actually the terrible transgender lesbian stressed-out love triangle that i am currently writing. i want vetinari to actively cause sybil's bisexuality crisis. peace and love on planet earth

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Akashi-sama

Chapter 5 of They Act As One

Summary: Akashi discovered he can rest easy with Sevia. Seijuro on the other hand...

prev - next

"Akashi... Akashi!" Seijuro shook his brother awake with only a few minutes left of the car ride.

"And here I thought that I was the one weaker in the mornings. Did you not get sleep last night?"

"Well... perhaps I might have sacrified a few hours.."

"How many hours of sleep did you get?"

Akashi remained silent, looking away from Seijuro to avoid his gaze.

"Akashi!"

"Alright, alright...! I slept around... 6 hours I believe? But I was only up because I was talking to Sevia," Akashi said, handing Seijuro his phone.

Sevia: Thank you again for tutoring me, you really helped. Akashi: It was my pleasure. Please do not hesitate to ask for my help again. Sevia: and your horses were really cool! Akashi: Thank you, they're very precious. Yuki and Maru were actually born on the same day as Seijuro and me. Sevia: WHAT OMFG THATS SO CRAZY Akashi: Yes, it is a rather interesting coincidence. Sevia: when's your birthday btw? Akashi: That would be the 20th of December. Sevia: near christmas? damn, you'll make me go bankrupt Akashi: How exactly could my birthday lead to your financial ruin? Sevia: cuz I'll have to get 4 different presents for you two!

Seijuro noticed that Akashi left her on read for 7 minutes. Neither of the twins celebrated their birthdays anyways.

Akashi: Oh, you are too sweet. There is no need to get us presents, thank you. Sevia: but i have to! you guys are two of my closest friends <3

Seijuro couldn't bear to read more, feeling as if he wanted to chuck the phone out the window. He turned the phone off and handed it to Akashi, who he quickly discovered fell asleep again with his head bouncing against the car window.

You're just as stubborn as me...

As they stepped foot into the front entrance of the school, Akashi checked his watch.

"You should go on ahead of me, Seijuro. I agreed to meet with Sevia in the library," Akashi said, already turning the corridor and hurriedly going to the library before Seijuro could protest. Another pang of jealousy rang through his mind. In the mornings where they were free, they would go straight to the classroom and read in silence. It would have been insignificant to anyone else, but reading in silence within the comfort of your twin was something that they valued dearly. Spending time with each other without having to do anything.

Seijuro took a deep sigh, lazily waving to the direction where Akashi rushed off to. Heading to the classroom he pulled out his laptop, and began conducting research.

Who exactly is this girl...?

Akashi rushed to the library, a bit of a skip to his step as he arrived inside. He looked around, keeping quiet as he spotted the girl reading a book at the same table he found her.

"Hello there, Sevia." Akashi smiled rather brightly, sitting in front of the girl. She smiled in return, putting a bookmark in between the pages as she put it down. Pride and Prejudice. Nice, Jane Austen.

"Hi Akashi!" she said enthusiastically, though keeping her voice quiet. "Looks like neither of us really got any sleep," she chuckled softly.

"Unfortunately so... Seijuro scolded me in the car because of it. Luckily the exhaustion took over, and I drifted off to sleep as he continued talking." Akashi chuckled, the girl laughing softly.

"Sorry about that by the way, I didn't mean to make you stay up so late-"

"Oh nonsense. If anything, I should be apologizing for the same thing," he smiled softly at her. In truth, Akashi would have stayed up the entire night if could keep talking to her.

"Good morning, Akashi-sama~!" a couple of girls passed the two, Akashi waving back politely.

"Good morning, girls." he merely responded, silently reeling in from the honorific.

"-sama?"

"Please do not start-"

"That's so weird, acting like you're some sort of god. Pfft- jeez, you're just a guy." Sevia shook her head in bewilderment, her eyes trailing to the direction of where the girls were headed.

Akashi stared at her for a bit.

"Oh- I didn't mean that in a bad way...! Sorry uh-" the girl panicked a bit, seeing as how his bright crimson eyes just gazed at her.

"No no... please, do not fret." the redhead smiled instead, relaxing visibly at her presence.

"I understand your intent."

"Seijuro, I think I may have fallen in love."

"You don't know that. Here, look. I did a bit of digging and-"

"You said it was creepy when I did it," Akashi raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms as he turned his chair towards the direction of Seijuro's bed.

"Nevertheless. I've found a few things about her background..."

"I refuse. At this point, it may very well be cheating,"

"This is not a game..!" Seijuro exclaimed, exasperated. He sighed, putting his laptop away.

"Have you asked her to the party yet?"

"No, not yet."

"When do you plan to?"

Just then, Akashi's phone chimed. He picked it up, the screen illuminating his face as he read the text from Sevia.

"Tomorrow afternoon, it looks like," he said proudly, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"Oh dear. What now?"

"She invited me to the arcade. Wanted to hang out, apparantly," he said, barely able to take the smile off of his face.

"She invited you to the arcade?"

"Why yes." he said, turning back to Seijuro, curious of his tone. Seijuro had a look of disdain on his face.

"Don't be like that. You don't like being around her anyways. And you'll get the room for yourself for a few hours. Isn't that what you want?" Akashi said, arranging the things on his desk.

Seijuro didn't respond.

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[melodiousoblivionao3]

Okay, so I’ll say it again. Crystal never followed any of those people, so you’re creating drama for no reason. She just doesn’t follow a lot of people, or even the USWNT.

And she said she wasn’t appreciated because of her husband, and Gotham was just fine with hiring her criminal husband, so that wasn’t a problem for her.

Oh this one I wanted to share but it wouldn’t let me add any text to the ask for some reason to add my thoughts which happens every once in a while (idk why but it happens on my phone and laptop).

She unfollowed all the active players with the exception of Tierna that she was previously following. Sorry I didn’t specify that enough, still think it’s weird she unfollowed them but can’t say I’m as much of an expert in her following trends as you are (congrats to you on that)

She didn’t reference her husband being a reason for leaving in the quote I posted and I said in the tags and other places that I was pretty sure Pierre played a role in that. Pulling directly from the ProSoccerWire article (which does talk about Pierre but her reasoning that she shares publicly is not about him)

“I won't get into the weeds but, I basically found myself in a place where I just didn't feel valued the way that I truly deserve to be valued.” // Dunn declined to cite any specific reason she wanted out of Portland, but did say she felt "very fortunate that free agency came when it did, because I was ready. at the end of the day, it's really about finding comfort in a place that you want to be," added the USWNT star. "Once the decision was made that I just am going to move on from Portland, to me, I was just at such peace. I'm just happy that I can call New York my home again."”

She can be unappreciated because she didn’t get the playing time she wanted and because her husband is an asswipe.

[tleeaves]

back again with homeopathy, first off super glad you're able to empower yourself and find what can be helpful to you! unfortunately right now i've been reminded of something and it's pissing me off so if you're not feeling up to a trauma dump please stop reading here!

basically i just have memories of feeling helpless and not enough and being told 'oh take this' when i really didn't have the spoons to be thinking about my body and if i bruised myself playing sport or had a scratchy throat or whatever and it's just. i've tried. for my birds, for whatever actually matters to me, but sometimes it's just a huge fucking mystery with adults in my life throwing random compounds at whatever and no one teaching it to me in bite sized ways or allowing me to mess up with it even though they did?? and i can't keep going through this with my guinea fowls, i need to find some way to either reclaim it or just leave it the fuck alone i swear it's like a cult and some people (including professionals in the field) get defensive if you ever mention something like antibiotics, i'm a fan of doing whatever works and it's generally going to involve a mix of ideas from different sources

so i can't really leave it the fuck alone and still value indigenous wisdom and still be connected to what's left of my asian roots but i can't be part of this toxic system (which i always forget exists til something outright reminds me of it) full of paranoia and inventing things to feel like were wrong with me as a kid even though i was so healthy then and i am now (and i'm learning to be grateful for it). anyway idk if you find this interesting, i feel like me with this is a bit like you with religion. but you see how some people used something good with amazing potential (holistic healing) to just cause so much hurt and i'm ready. to figure out better. but it has to be baby steps, even just reading books is gonna trigger me so like. i'm at a weird crossroads where i think the path forward is gonna involve a whole lot more gentleness than I've ever seen but perhaps is at the core of any kind of healing with nature and its substances yknow

Sorry that it's taken me so long to answer. What I have might be brief because it's on my phone rather than my laptop (taking a bit of a writing holiday this Christmas), but I think I know what you mean. It's as you said, like me with religion, seeing the cult-like behaviour of some individuals, not really being made to feel welcome in a space, and not having it feel for me the way it does for others.

Homoeopathy and holistic healing I tend to take with a grain of salt. I know of folks personally who refuse a lot of other medical practices and things like antibiotics, preferring everything to be natural. I can understand even that drive, though it's not for me (if I rejected a lot of modern medicine and healthcare, I wouldn't be here to answer your ask right now). If anything, I see herbalism and the ways the knowledge can be used for one's health as supplemental. It's an extra if you need to bolster your health, if your immunity is low, if you have some bodily problem or discomfort that plain old painkillers can't always quite fix. Sometimes it's just a thing I think speeds the recovery process. But it would not be my first nor only answer to everything. And that's where I think you might be coming from. Because there are folks who believe so firmly in it that it's their only answer, but that makes teaching it also difficult.

And then from there, I fully understand that its difficult for you to learn or get into something that has been a source of frustration for so long. I just hope that one day you find your peace with it, in whatever form that comes 💛

[pbandjesse]

I had a really nice day. It was fun working from home. It was also kind of hard because I needed feedback and had questions I will have to wait on. But I got a lot accomplished!

I didn't stay home the whole time though. I would go out at one point. I had a very productive day.

I slept alright last night. James had fallen asleep on the couch for a while and I found it hard to fall asleep knowing they were out there. I would go out and kiss them on the head and they said they were sorry and came back to bed. They didn't do anything to be sorry about, but I told them it was okay anyway.

They were already gone to work when I woke up at 9. I am glad I got to sleep in. This whole week I'm going to get to sleep a little longer and that's just so lovely.

I felt good when I woke up. I stripped the bed and tidied up a bit. And went to get washed up.

I had decided I would listen to an audio book today. Since that would be long and I wouldn't have to change it basically all day. I chose one called "The fungus" from 1990. And it was great. I really liked it. It was an apocalypse story about a mushroom/spores that take over London. It was narrated so well. There were some very very random sex scenes, and it talked about rape 4 separate times. But overall I really enjoyed it! It was nice to finish that all today while I did all my little tasks.

I decided to take a shower and wash my hair. I did not use enough conditioner and felt sort of like a lion all day. Just very fluffy hair. But it was very clean and that was nice. I felt a little greasy last night. So this made me feel better, very clean.

James had made me an omelet that they left in the microwave. And it was a particularly good one. I brought it to my studio along with my laptop to get to work.

I would spent the first couple hours of the day designing a holiday card and a postcard to give to couples who get married at camp. I thought it would be fun to have 'happy holidays' in Blackfoot. Which is what language Puhtok is from. And I was able to find it! It is more a direct translation to have a happy Christmas, but it's close enough and a debated translation. I think it's more about use, and I have literally no idea how to pronounce it. But I think it's so cool that we could use that. I hope the office agrees.

The postcard was also fun but I struggled a lot with the language on it. I made a patch design and I think it's very cute but I am not positive it's correct. Next week I will hopefully get some feedback and make it perfect. James did just tell me that I spelled congratulations wrong. Terrible. It's okay I will fix it later.

Once my laptop was on the verge of dying I would decide it was lunch time, and I would go for a drive. I had a few things I wanted to go do, and would get something to eat while I was out.

It was not as cold out, but it was very windy. Which blew my hair all over and did not help the lion hair accusations. But it was not a bad day to be out in the world.

I drove to Glen Burnie. My GPS took me a very strange way through the city to 95. Which was whatever. There wasnt any traffic and it was a pretty nice drive.

I went to value village first. I continued listening to my audio book. I enjoyed walking around and seeing all the lovely weird things. I had some excellent finds today though. I did put some things back but the trumpet candlesticks were a need. I also got a candle stick wall holder that is so lovely. I got two pairs of shoes. And another dear america book. I also got another one of the glass cups I love. I used to have more but I only have one now!! So now I have a second one again. And for $2 instead of the $20 they normally cost. Amazing.

I would pay at the self checkout after walking through the store a few times. Even though it had lights on the lady was super when I needed help when it acted wrong. "I didn't want you to use that one!!" Well then why was the light on?? And you didn't say anything. Whatever. I checked out and headed to tacobell.

It was surprisingly busy. A whole construction crew ordering at the counter. I ordered at the kiosk and had barely any wait. It was very strange.

I was all of a sudden overheated and not having a good time. I had to open the windows while I ate my lunch in the car. But once I cooled down I would feel better and be okay. Even if I had to put the AC on high in the car for a few minutes.

Target was more money then I expected. But I had fun and stuck to my list pretty well. I was very excited about the cookie/truffle tins. They light up!! It's a decoration and a snack! I was very excited for the skirt, which I thought was $10 but was actually $4! I got some hair cream. For the lion hair. And then I was done. And it was time to go home.

It was a fine drive home even if people were dumb and were being bad about merging. But I made it home in one piece.

When I got inside I took some haul pictures to show Jess what I got. And took all the tags off and put things away. And then it was back to work.

I would work on my laptop on the schedule for camp until almost 6pm. This was rough. I went through the whole schedule 3 times. I got some of it sorted. I made a lot of mistakes. I accidentally doubled things up. But I think Im at least going in the right direction even if I don't have it done yet. It was really tough to think I had it, after 3 rounds of typing everything out, and realizing it wasn't correct m it was kind of upsetting. But I need someone else who understands the schedule to give me some answers about who goes tubing and canoeing and how many lifeguards we might have. And it is just a larger task then I think I thought. And I already knew it would be hard!

I still enjoyed my book though. James would come home while I was still working. And we chatted while I worked and they helped me go over the schedule and we thought it was correct and then when I realized it wasn't I had someone to be sad with while I called it a day.

James warmed up leftovers for us. And they went to their room to play DND with friends. And I started reading another book.

Actually reading this time and not listening. I got a copy of "ballad of songbirds and snakes" and read the first 3 chapters and it's great so far. I loved the hunger game series when it came out and I'm excited that I finally am interested in reading the prequel. So then I can watch the movie.

I would take a quick shower. And get changed. I hung out in my studio for a bit. Changing out my piercings. Feeling annoyed with my second hole in my ear. I don't have any good rings for it right now, they are all broken or missing parts. I have some earrings I can wear but I am not thrilled with them right now.

I grilled my bangs and moisturized my face. And now me and James are in bed.

And tomorrow is Thanksgiving. We are going to the Chang's and I am looking forward to that. But during the day I hope to read and do some sewing. I usually hate holidays because it's so much waiting and then I can't function. But I have decided that I am doing these two things so I can't be upset about waiting all day.

And I can just be thankful for my husband and my family.

I am also thankful for you reading this. I love you. Goodnight everyone.

[clatterbane]

Haiku OS is what Linux used to be.

This guy definitely has some points. One of the reasons I have been enjoying playing around with Haiku. (And I'm on easy mode right now as far as things like hardware support go, running it in a VM. Because I couldn't successfully get it up and running on hardware. Which was actually what got me messing with VMs in the first place.) Sort of double nostalgia value, like it seems to be for him.

But yeah, I was using both its predecessor BeOS on the side with desktop Linux as my base system in the early 2000s. Definitely not complaining, but getting my own Linux setup going again last year--on this random budget laptop, no less!--for the first time in 10+ years really brought home just how much the landscape has changed there in the meantime. (My personal tech history is sort of weird.) Things just work, and it's so much easier to find the info/support you need whenever you do encounter a problem. More loud jerks to navigate around too, of course, but that unfortunately seems to go along with the rest.

Haiku is still in beta after a surprisingly long time, and there is no doubt more than a little to be said about that. Some of which I have heard. But yeah, the idea of helping get more software ported over there also helped nudge my own interest in getting more up to speed on some programming shit, just because I can. Being the tinkerer that I am, at heart. (Bit of a shame that the available spoons and attention span don't always support that tendency the way that I would like, but oh well.)

If you are also interested in a bit of rather retro fun and/or tinkering opportunities, you might also want to check it out. Inside a VM, or otherwise.

[tonispencerart]

When Art Goes 'Wrong' Part Two

Once I had done all of the wooden slices properly primed with PVA glue and gesso (lightly sanding with sandpaper in between each layer. I used two layers of PVA glue and three layers of gesso) I realised that I had basically forgotten how to mix and paint skin tones in acrylic paint. So, while the final layer of gesso was drying, I opened up my laptop and went straight to YouTube. I kind of love YouTube. You can learn all kinds of stuff on YouTube. Knowing this, I went looking for videos on how to mix skin tones with acrylic paint. I used a page of my sketchbook and gave myself a crash course in skin tones. It was amazing how much I'd forgotten but it all came back again soon enough.

And really, you don't need much, which is nice! Actually, that's true for most art, in my opinion. I have a limited paint selection because so much can be done with only a few colours. My main acrylic palette has the following colours: Red (usually a Primary red or the closest to it) Yellow Yellow Ochre Blue (typically an Ultramarine or Primary blue) Burnt Sienna Burnt Umber Black White You'll notice there's a black. While I would normally mix my own black paint, having a tube of black paint (I think it's a Lamp Black, but I'm not sure) can be useful. I almost never use black paint straight from the tube, though. I add in other colours to brighten it and make it pop and more interesting. And you can mix skin tones with them. With this new/re-learned knowledge, I grabbed a reference image and started mixing up paint. About those reference images... I learned the hard way to have far more than you think you need because, if you're like me, you'll definitely ruin them. Lots of them. So I quickly got into the habit of printing multiple copies of them. I cut one of them out and stuck it to my handy lightpad. I love this thing, too. I'm not always confident with sketching before painting, especially if it's a portrait where the need for accuracy is essential. My sketching and pencil skills go right out of the window then! I traced the image, making note of the values and where they were, flipped my tracing, and traced it again. I could then use this to rub on the other side of it with a pencil - hard - so that the image transferred to the wood. If I remember to, I flip the image before printing it, but sometimes I forget about this step. It looks a bit like this...

Once I refreshed my memory of mixing skin tones in acrylic paint, I started painting a wee portrait of Henry Creel on a wooden slice that had been prepped with my new best friend Gesso. And then it was time to mix the skin tones. This took far longer than I expected. But, with an extra reference image that I could mess up and ruin as much as I wanted/needed to, I made enough paint in each of the values I needed, according to the reference image. By the end of it, the image was mostly made of splodges of paint! It was useless as a reference image by that point, but it looked cool - in a weird way.

And it was going fine, even if some of it kind of scared me a bit. I had to keep telling myself to Just Trust The Process. But I enjoyed it and liked what I was painting for most of it... I got to this point, which, to my mind, was almost finished. And I was preparing to call the whole experiment a success.

And then I ruined EVERYTHING. I was trying to work out if it was dry enough for me to add the final touches. I poked it. And smudged it.

I then said several bad words, threw it into a box and told it, finally, to b**ger off, and went to bed mad as heck. And then realised it was about two in the morning...

I still haven't finished it, by the way... I'm still mad at it.

[kabexilla]

i truly to hate to write this and feel this, but from birth my life was a set up and not the best. Since pre school, i wondered why my name was "matthew" i hated the way it sounded and felt like it was such a lame name. i never said it but i felt and thought it, i was raised into the churches and a slightly christian household. I knew slightly of the origin but never truly thought of it. That was until 5th grade i asked my mom why she named "matthew" and she said "it's my favorite gospel from the bible" then proceeding to tell me i should read it. I then read the story of matthew and i enjoyed it for its morals it brings. I then have more confidence in my name and feel as if i am a valued christian. Throughout my life until now my life was filled with praying and asking for forgiveness and crying for help, and the sudden change was the realization that i manipulated myself into truly believing that it was real... that the bible was real, the crying, the begging, was all just a manifestation manipulation for myself.

I just consistently saw crosses everywhere i went and felt i was always being watch by god when truly i am at fault for everything. On November 7th I went to see clairo in Atlanta, i did shrooms (for the first time) right before... I couldn't even enjoy the show because of this couple that were blocking me, the kid couldn't even hold his girls hand or hug, they were just standing. When the show ends i begin to feel the shrooms a little more, but not really, so i go back to my hotel and i tell my friend that i'm just not feeling it, he then goes "aw, that sucks man... there's more in the counter if you want." i get to the gas station and buy cheetos instead of a sweet, for some reason then mixed it with the shrooms. Again nothing is hitting until i start talking to my friend, he seemed so depressed to me and artificial, i didn't know how to tell him without being rude, he proceeded to watch tv on his laptop while scrolling on his phone, with his eyes closed... So now i'm freaking out, but at least i'm calm about it. i try to take a shower and relax, then the thoughts start looping, all i could do was get on my knees and pray to god. I was officially tripping off the shrooms.

i got out the shower, looked in my bag because i had a chain with a cross and decided to put it on to feel better. Then i close my eyes and the looped thoughts appeared again, i was seriously losing it. I imagined a priest crying and begging for forgiveness along with civilians praying and crying as if they were not forgiven by god. the walls were a dead purple mixed with a unsettling black and white. I truly believed the only way to be saved from those thoughts were to go outside and pray, so that's exactly what i did. 4:am, it was cold as fuck, i'm in my boxers & socks and i notice how weird that "everyone" decided to be outside at this time... i'm panicking more but i wanted to go to "heaven".

I walked out with pride, was on my knees on the side walk, started begging, crying on my knees, asking GOD to "Take me out of here". I then "felt" this urge to take everything off and continue BEGGING and CRYING, then continued by talking to the pedestrians on the street about GOD. Of course I was being ignored because I looked like a lunatic, with my dead bleached hair, no pants, NO CLOTHES. Further more the EMS came to take care of me, I thought they were "demons" tryna take me to the psych ward, I then proceeded to make a fool out of myself, thinking "I'm going to heaven now" just to be sent in room with no door handle in the other side. I then proceeded to use the white blanket they gave me, wrapped it like a towel, ripped the iv from my veins and used my blood as ink to write a cross on my chest. The lady then says, I cannot leave until the shrooms is out of my system. Now I went on the telecom (in the depressing room that I'm still in) asking the lady if she can let me use the restroom. They have me silenced... I use the restroom to get it out of my system, so I desided to piss & deficate myself. I make it out after hours of fighting with the employees at the hospital, constantly telling them I'm fine, when really I wasn't. To be honest I was the complete opposite, and it took me three months to realize, everything I was seeing and thinking was fake. It had just been lies since my birth that were given to me. I truly believed the bible was real, That Christianity was going to save me, when all I just had was "Religious Psychosis".

Times of events:

• Cocert- 10pm

• Second Dose- 3am

• Outside Trippin- 4/5am

• At hospital- 5:30am

•Out of Hospital- 1:30pm

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

1.13.25 Monday-- Doing the prayer vow for nana.... I hope some fakers relatives and some fakers friends will value the word "RELIGIOUS"!!!

6:58 am

Still,have windblow...

Waiting for 7 am for prayer vow for nana...

7:50 am

Still,have windblow...

Done, doing the prayer vow...

Still, I wanna have some nose perfection and I wanna leave the hometown.

People in the ritual are unfair and not religious??? But there is " benefit of the doubt"...

Religious vs me not allowing Uncle Jun to angle the situation that they will come back here without organization, are 2 different explanation in life...

Some organization or some fakers relatives and some fakers friends somewhere out there are planning a plot story on me or even some people that are possibly linking with some relatives or 2 Uncle's that probably having a bad deep inside...

2 uncle's are having a bit of "split of personality" coz of the character that they have shown to me and to some other people...

Again, I'm doing the prayer vow from the bottom of my heart....Everytime I pray at 7 am and 8 pm God and angels knew my heart...I always pray as well to make my heart solemn and calm everytime I pray... I'm also a human that I pray for the balance of my yin-yang...

I already explained my angle of situation to my Aunt Teresa but I got nothing from her... I even told her,I have no fundings and no medical bed here for nana and it doesn't mean I don't have a job now that I will be a caregiver in full time of my nana while Uncle Jun is planning to go back in his baranggay office...

Their hearts probably, they didn't want me to have a better life and it is hard for me to explain that there are some other people as well who are observing and damaging my life most specially if I have a job.

But I love nana so much, I still want her to live more years coz we are still not yet fulfilled!

Again,this will be the saddest phase of my life knowing that I have relatives and some fakers old friends and some mutually distant Chinese friends and some new people who got the rituals that have the ability to do the religious act of switching the soul and spirit but maintining her senses and I know it is possible for her come back in full-existence like a healty grannies of the "Al Maktoum" clan coz they are religious their arab grannie returned healthy and young. That is LOVE AND FAITH!

9:05 am

Still,have windblow...

Waiting for the mop and nail glue...

9:15 am

Still,have windblow...

The fake Uncle Jun is texting me that they will go back here today... I will not text back and me and John will go somewhere asking help on other people...

They are cutting my life already that I haven"t started it yet!

It is better to kil the 4 children of nana....

I don't know what to do but I think help will come on me if the 4 children of nana will die...

Can someone shot uncle Jun today? On the head angels!

He is hiding something! Uncle Jun gave the other laptop to coach Melai or Mitch's group?

Coach Melai I met her in Iqor on T-Mobile account here Dasma. Cavite.

10:23 am

Still,have windblow...

I'm so stress angels....Everyone got their own bad agenda's simply to smash me...

10:48 am

Still,have windblow...

Uncle Jun is here... Weird!.

He is not saying a thing....

10:53 am

Still,have windblow...

Hmm....I think Uncle Jun got Uncle DD for their tandem, someone keeps on texting Uncle Jun....

11:37 am

Still,have windblow...

1:06 pm

Still,have windblow...

Uncle Jun went back to nana,venting out that he is as well self-pitying coz he couldn't eat that much in the hospital due to out of fundings... I suddenly feel pity on him....

I'm thinking of my nana mainly... I don't know what's the truth of Uncle Jun....

I'm just being professional...

I'm also self-pitying here that I can't go out and I'm not happy... I wanna have a better life...

I can't find anyone to help me, it is about money..

I can't see my cousin to ask help, it is somehow a big amount like buying the hospital bed, giving me the vanity and buying pedigree dog food for my son-dog!

I feel offended that no one likes me on my targets! Or I can't have the chance to see them...

What about Daniel Marsh? Where to find him...

Asking Uncle Doods about the son of Tita Estella one of the wealthiest ballroom goers, I met them once when Uncle Dood invited me.

Uncle Doods introduced me as his niece but I'm trying the dancing industry of ballroom but a lot couldn't just believe that I can actually dance. I was on my 30's that time.. Or indirectly I have a niece here she is a college graduate from De La Salle,why am I there? If we are ohkay... Right? I'M THINKING RIGHT NOW COZ I LOVE THE WORD WEALTH!

I remember the face of the son of Tita Estella, he was big, looked like an English speaking and a son of wealth as I saw him... He was good looking mestiso category...

It was just a quicked glimpsed then we just smiled coz I remember he was on a small area fixing something and he just looked and smiled at me quickly then me and Uncle Doods went home...

6:27 pm

Still,have windblow...

I got our water from Ate Ochie....This is safe right?

7:09 pm

Still,have windblow...

Still,thinking of money....I'm not ohkay....I need Brilliant toner and my old vanities....

7:55 pm

Still,have windblow...

Waiting for 8pm before we eat our dinner...

My son-dog is sleeping...

I'm stress super stressed-out! I'm aging... I hate my deep smile lines...