#tessi sees the world

[tessiseestheworld]

Am Memorial Day veranstaltet ein japanischer Tempel hier eine Lantern Floating Ceremony an der Schwimmende Laternen ins Meer gelassen werden um an Verstorbene zu gedenken und ihre Seelen zu verabschieden.

Ich habe das ganze sehr ernst genommen und viel Zeit für mich genommen die Tode die mich in den learn Monaten verfolgt haben zu verarbeiten. Und so habe ich natürlich auch eine Laterne beschrieben und 1.5 std geweint und alles raus gelassen. Ich beschrieb natürlich eine Seite für Nanny die endlich mit Grandad vereint isr, wie sie es schon seit langem sein wollte und von diesem Leid hier befreit ist.

Und eine Seite ging natürlich an Arya. Ich weiß nicht was es ist, dass ich so sehr an Arya gebunden bin, und sie diese Position für mich einnimmt die sie tut, aber so ist es und ich lerne damit zu leben. Trauern muss man auch üben und ich übe.

Eine Seite ging an all die, die wir nicht retten konnten, die zu spät entdeckten, die mit unerkannten Problemen. An Sansa, an Flohs fünf Frühchen, an die Frierags Igellin, die Seele die mehr Tod als lebendig zu mir gebracht wurde, und an die vergessenen.

Die nervigen Touristen, ignoranten und egoistischen Menschen haben dem ganzen den Frieden genommen, aber davon möchte ich mich nicht führen lassen.

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

callima doodles! i guess?

[tiredandoptimistic]

I am forever haunted by Nate and Tessa's fucked up and terrible sibling dynamic. Maybe it's just because I related to Tessa too hard when I was twelve and heard "this is her older sibling who's the coolest person in the world and reuniting with him is her number one priority" and went "yup, makes sense!" but his betrayal is genuinely one of the defining aspects of TID to me.

Sibling relationships are such an underexplored way to fuck somebody up in fiction, in my opinion. Nate has been the one constant in Tessa's life, and no matter how aware she was of his flaws that could never overrule the fact that he's her person. She trusts him on a fundamental level that she just can't experience with anyone else, and part of it is because of how fleeting all her other relationships have been, but a lot of it is just the fact that he's her brother and she's loved him for as long as she's been alive. More than that, she idolizes him. Her entire life crumbles around her when Aunt Harriet dies and she ends up held hostage by the Dark Sisters, but Nate is still there and perfect in her mind. He's her anchor when everything else goes insane; if she can just find her brother then things will be okay again. She's more able to handle her world being shattered by learning about the supernatural because all that magic shit is secondary to the fact that she needs to save Nate.

And then of course she does save him and he turns around to betray her. And again, it hits harder than any other betrayal possibly could because he's more important to her than anyone else could possibly be. By this point she's built up bonds with Will and Jem and the other people at the Institute, and eventually they all become woven into her being, but not when she's sixteen and has known them for a week.

Looking at it from Nate's perspective, the thing that's always fucks me up is the way he tries to convince himself that he sees Tessa as a monster. He's genuinely just a shitty enough person that he set his sister up to be a child bride for a mass murderer because of the payout, but he can't handle thinking of it that way so he clings to this idea that Tessa isn't really his sister, isn't really human. And while yes, that's biologically true (they're not even technically related to each other), it doesn't change the fact that they're siblings in every way that matters. She'll always be his little Tessie, even if he doesn't want to admit it, doesn't want to let himself be the villain in this situation. He does the same thing with Harriet, arguing that she deserved to die because of all her lies because otherwise he would need to admit that he killed his mother out of pure selfishness.

Nate isn't the most evil guy in the world, but he is greedy and allergic to principles. It's so much worse than if he never loved Tessa, because he does love her till the very end and that love just isn't enough to override the allure of wealth and power. That's always the most painful type of relationship to me; the one where a person has just enough good to make it impossible to unequivicobly hate them.

Maybe Will could just write Nate off as a terrible person, but Tessa will always know every detail of his best and kindest moments. I have to believe that he haunts Tessa for the rest of her immortal existence, this knowledge that the person who made her life worth living for the first sixteen years was the one to sell her out. All the pain in the world isn't enough to erase that bond; she'll always have to live with the memory of him dying in her arms, the knowledge that his goodness and love was just as genuine as his duplicity.

Yeah this ended up being a lot longer than I intended, I just have a lot of feelings about the Gray siblings. Nate wasn't a part of the world where Tessa eventually found a home, she'll never have anyone else who understands the knot of emotions surrounding him. She can get sympathy but never empathy. Yes the rest of the TID crew are aware of him, but they barely met him and she outlived all of them too. Nate's so lost in her past, I bet that most people don't even realize that she used to have a brother, that she grew up as a sister, as half of a set. She carries the Gray name forward through her immortal life, and nobody else knows about the family that used to share it. She's still got Jem and Magnus who have been her friends since she was a teenager, who keep the memory of Will and the others alive; but no one else was there for her childhood.

I'm not quite sure how to end this, I'm just feeling emotions about Tessa Gray on this fine Tuesday and felt like sharing them.

[digi-lov]

Ekakimon BT12-035 by tessy from BT-12 Booster Across Time

In the background of this card of Ekakimon, you can see pictures of the Ancient Speedy Time Zone and the Gear Savanna from Digimon World!

[starssaroundmyscarssblog]

𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄, chapter one WEASLEY VS SLUGHORN

pairing: percy weasley x fem!oc (olympia slughorn)

word count: 1.04k

warnings: none

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percy weasley strived for validation of the academic kind, wanted to set himself apart from his ragtag group composed of five brothers and one sister that was designated to him at birth. he had no choice, each one of his siblings had something about them that set them apart from the rest.

ginny's was obvious since she was the only girl and the youngest, ron was somewhat friendly towards the muggle children who wandered into the fields surrounding the burrow every so often, which put him into his father's good books for learning about the 'fascinating' way that they live. fred and george had each other, like they were two peas unable to be prised out of their pod. charlie was sporty and had offers to go professional with his quidditch playing but turned it down for an even more rugged job handling dragons in eastern europe, bill was devil-may-care and living it large in an entirely different continent and was breaking curses in the last year of you-know-who's power.

everything that he, percy, was not.

where they were cool he was awkward, where they were popular he sunk into the shadows, and where they were doted upon he was given a book and a drink to keep quiet.

merlin, even ron seemed to be more favoured than him, and he was starting his first ever year of hogwarts with twin brothers who took the mickey out of him ( fred and george ), an even older brother who tried do disassociate himself from lower year riff-raff ( percy ), a legacy left behind by brothers who'd graduated to become great things, and no possessions that were originally his own.

the only things he had in his trunk that hadn't been passed down from brother to brother was his collection of homemade knitted jumpers, the pile of corned beef sandwiches he gagged simply at the sight of and the writing set he'd been given on his eleventh birthday by their great aunt tessie.

but, where percy lacked a brain of street smart tips and popular wizard culture, he made up for in ingenuity and drive to over achieve even if he fizzled out before his newt exams in three years time. and yet, percy still wasn't doing anything original or generically 'him' he realised when his prefects badge had landed in his bowl of porridge at the breakfast table one morning - bill had already been a prefect and then gone on to be head boy, charlie had smashed it out the park with his outstanding newt results too.

so he worked day and night, stalked the garden for muggle fireflies he could keep in a jar on his desk to observe for his summer task from the muggle studies teacher, poured himself over text book upon text book, any reading material he could get his hands on to put him in good standing for his owl year starting in september. percy snatched coloured pencils from ginny's desk draw when she was helping ron fling disorientated gnomes over the garden hedge to draw himself up a revision timetable, scheduled to start the first day back after the welcome feast.

he was going to pass his exams with flying colours, attend every single optional class and wrangle help out of his teachers if it was the last thing he did. even getting over himself to ask one of the students in the year above who was taking newt level potions to boost his grade up from an 'e' to a 'o'.

anything to see the look on olympia slughorn's face when the name 'percy weasley' was printed above hers in the top slot when the student rankings in each class was posted anonymously at the end of each month, like they had been since before his parents could remember.

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olympia slughorn was in a deeply committed one sided relationship with percy weasley - she hated him more than anything in the world and she wouldn't trust him as a confidante as far as she could launch him with a beaters bat. it wouldn't be too great of a distance compared to those who were on the slytherin quidditch team could hit, but she still had a good shot and that was enough for her.

he poked his nose into business it didn't belong, tried too hard to cosy up to his teachers by snitching on members of his class if a piece of homework was overdue, and constantly tried to ask her overly complex questions about origins of ingredients for her potions in effort to throw her off. it never worked, though. olympia had prevailed at the top of only one class in her entire four years at hogwarts thus far, and that was potions.

it ran though her blood, it was the one thing the slughorn's had in their legacy apart from her great uncle horace's self titled 'slug club' from his teaching days at hogwarts. he'd retired the year olympia was due to start attending the magical boarding school but still sent her various potion ingredients and recipes to create during the term time.

potions was the only subject she was predicted an 'o' in.

potions was the only thing she wanted to continue doing for the rest of her life.

there was no other option. percy weasley had to learn his place in the pecking order, and olympia knew just the way to ensure it.

she holed herself up in the small library room of the slughorn estate, significantly smaller in size compared to the lestrange manor that was dissed and had fallen into disrepair and the malfoy manor guarded with towering iron gates and white peacocks. there was seven floor to ceiling book cases in the library dedicated to potions, ingredients, poignant moments in wizarding history that advanced the world of potions, magical creatures host to rare ingredients that cost an arm and a leg to purchase.

olympia prized her validation just above thwarting anyone that was standing in her way, deliberate or not. she would snap her vintage muggle 'the beatles' records over the stone gargoyles over the front door of the house if the student rankings were posted and the name 'olympia slughorn' was printed below 'percy weasley'.

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[pilot-nobody]

For the kiss prompts (only if you feel like it!): Suzanne Fitzgerald/Tessie O'Reily; 4 --goodbye.

Hello, Sorry for the delay! Today was strangely busy. This one gets a little angsty... Sorry about that. I could do a happier version if you wanted. Anyways I hope that is okay and that you enjoy it! Thank you!

She doesn’t listen to the news; changes the radio station until she finds the music again. And she doesn’t own a TV – not that one would fit in her tiny apartment. While waiting in line at the grocery store or at the bus station she looks at the headlines on the news stands. But she never picks one up and reads any articles. It’s not like she’s missing anything, not really; the world is crap, always was and always will be. All the news does is report the same crappiness that’s always been here and put a different coat of paint on it. But deep down the problems are all the same.

It's much easier to enjoy what you can and dance through the rest of it; no need to borrow anyone else’s trouble! Suzanne disagrees. Often and passionately. She’ll get into one of her speeches and a fire will spark in those green eyes. Tessie likes that fire! And Suzanne’s face will flush red and if Tessie pushes her just right that beautiful flush will creep down her neck.

At that point there is only one way to get Suzanne to stop talking: kiss her senseless and pull her into bed. Make her whole-body flush with passion and desire. Tessie really enjoys that! Honestly one its one of her favourite things to do: seeing just how far she can get that beautiful blush to blush across that beautiful body!

Lately, though Suzanne has been skipping the whole passionate sex part of their visits. Instead, she drops off the baby and rushes out the door. Not a hello or how are you? Just a here’s the baby and some supplies, I’ll be back in a few days! As if Tessie was just waiting at Suzanne’s beck and call; as if she didn’t have better things to do.

So, when Suzanne bursts through her door sans baby, Tessie is actually pretty damn happy! Those bright green eyes hold back a wild fire that seems desperate to escape Suzanne’s body; cheeks flushed and panting slightly as if she has been running.

Before Tessie can say anything, Suzanne smashes their mouths together. Lips. Teeth. Tongues. Heat. Just as Tessie is finding the rhythm, Suzanne wrenches back.

“Come on, have a little fun,” Tessie goads. Suzanne huffs a breathless laugh and shakes her head.

“Tomorrow. I promise,” And presses back into Tessie. Softer this time. Slower like she’s trying to memorize the shape and taste of her mouth. “I love you!” She whispers and then runs out the still open door.

Tessie spends the rest of the day in a bubble of happiness and excitement! Giggling and dancing and preparing for tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes and the news is unavoidable. Suzanne Fitzgerald is everywhere. Her name is spoken on all the radio stations and written in all the headlines. Her face is plastered everywhere as the manhunt begins.

She is everywhere except in Tessie’s apartment.

Tessie sits in her underwear and does her best to ignore the world. She throws out the candles and the food that she had bought the day before. Waits for nightfall and for a numbness to consume her before she lets the tears fall.

Goodbye.

[guardian-angel12]

Tess didn't like seeing her mother that way, scared but trying to hide it, her thin shoulders curled in as she cried quietly into Yondu's chest, his arms around her and that face Tess knew was the one he wore when he was worried, anxious or scared.

She didn't like seeing him like that, not when she was used to him being the strongest person in the world in her eyes.

Sometimes Momma yelled, but it wasn't angry, it was tearful, she would put her hands up into her hair and cry about some kind of mistake she had made and Yondu would be right there telling her it wasn't true, then she was sob louder and cover her face, crying to him that she should have kept Peter away, but from who, Tess wasn't sure. Daddy didn't yell, at least not at Momma, and if he did he always looked shocked afterwards and she looked sad, but not for herself, Tess and Tala always hated it, Peter just would go quiet while Kraglin would try to pull them into the other room away from it, getting Peter to turn up his music loud until they were finished.

Tess knew something bad was getting worse, she just didn't know what.

She heard the echo of footsteps and quickly ducked behind the wall, knowing she probably shouldn't be listening and watching in on her parents, but she did worry about them, too.

"I saw you, kiddo." She winced at Martinex's calm voice. "come on out."

She slowly edged out and stood in front of her uncle, not sure if she should try and lie or not. Momma always told her to tell the truth when it was something like this.

He looked over and saw her parents a little bit away in the other room, and understanding flashed over his features before he reached down to scoop her up. "You spying?" he asked, but gave a little smirk to ease her.

"I... I didn't really wanna... I just, I dont like when Daddy's like that."

"Like what?"

"Like he's worryin' about something. He thinks something bad is gonna happen."

"Why would you say that?"

"I heard him tell Momma... he thinks someones gonna come for Peter, and then for me, and Tals and Krag... and that they'll hurt you and everyone else."

"Really shouldn't listen in on your dad, Tessie..."

"Im sorry."

"Its alright, just...lets try to let your parents have their conversations in private."

"But is it true? is someone really gonna hurt us?"

"No. No ones gonna hurt you."

"But why does Daddy tell you to take care of us and Momma if something happens to him?"

"How often are you hiding around the corner?"

She bit her lip. "Sorry."

He sighed and made a mental note to make sure these talks happened where they were sure not even Peter or the twins could find a way in. "Thats grown up stuff, and one day you'll understand, but I need you to trust your dad, and your mom and try not to worry about it. You guys are safe and your parents, and everyone else is gonna keep it that way."

She nodded, and he shifted her to his side. "Lets just promise no more spying, ok?"

"yeah."

"Good. Lets let them do what they need to work this out and find your siblings."

she grabbed onto the sleeve of his shoulder and put her chin over it, watching behind, she did believe they would do everything to protect her and her siblings, but that was also what scared her.

[smallearthboundfindings]

There's something about earthbound I've been wondering about and i think maybe you can weigh in as the local expert. I keep seeing fans interpret jeff as British but to me that's not fully right because winters is this super cold snow country "up north" as the game says. So i always imagined him as something norse, y'know Swedish or Norwegian or Finnish maybe (heck even russian could be fun). But it's just a vibe on my end while the way Fans call him British feels like there's some canonical proof i missed somewhere? Sooo do you know if there's any big proof that jeff would be British or is it just a fanon agreement thing?

Howdy! Well, the British allegations are not unfounded. EarthBound is somewhat like Pokémon in which different areas are clearly based on real world areas based on their positioning, parallels to real world landmarks, local food, and so forth. Eagleland is the U.S., Scaraba is Egypt, and Winters is no exception!

Our first little bit of proof can be found in the Japanese manual, where it contains a rough world map. Here it is (this time, a different version to the one previously posted!) for reference and a zoomed in version including Winters in as much detail as I can provide with what I've got. I had to stitch this from a double page scan, so please forgive some artifacting issues.

[Id: A scan from the Japanese Mother 2 manual, showcasing a planet much resembling our own in real life but with different regions and towns marked. The zoomed in portion reads "Foggyland" in big text with "Winters" and "Stonehenge" written in a smaller font below, descending vertically in that order.]

There appears to be a little island in the general area of Winters and Stonehenge, just like the U.K. in real life!

But here's the question: is Winters there? I know this map is a little unclear with its huge text, but hang in there. Even though Winters looks like it might be on that rightmost landmass, take a look at the full map of Winters (which I am only linking and not embedding because it is very big), and you have Winters and Stonehenge in the same landmass; just cross the Lake Tess on Tessie!

For reference, the American manual confirms it's a lake, so either they're both on the landmass, or both on the island.

[Id: A scan from the American EarthBound manual. It is a plain text paragraph reading "The South Shore. If you manage to catch a ride with Tessie to the South Shore of Lake Tess, you'll find more woods and some animals that you've already met like the Goat. Follow the path southward, defending yourself as you go. A short hike will bring your to a fascinating artifact and another amazing challenge."]

So, here's where we get to real world parallels. Lake Tess and Tessie are clearly analogues to Loch Ness and Nessie (located in northern Scotland just above England), and Stonehenge literally shares its name with its real world counterpart located in southern England. So, if we are to match these locations, then Winters would logically be on the island, meaning that Jeff would be from the EB equivalent of the United Kingdom, which encompasses England, Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland. He could really be from any of these! Therefore, your options here would be British, Scottish, Welsh, or Irish, but it seems like British is the most common interpretation.

Hope that helped!

[lemimmaid]

Day 6: Journal

Iaera (she/her)

A pinky shifted away from the pen in her hand in a practiced motion, gently nudging her glasses up her nose before returning to its starting position. As she leaned back in her chair, a quiet exhale escaped her lips, the tip of her head allowing the silver-blue locks to fall away from her face. How many hours a day was she expected to study? There was so much going on outside this castle, and she was destined to miss it all.

What a backwards existence, where Father kept the two of them holed up in the comfortable safety of home, while Mom and Tessie gallivanted across the worlds fighting dangerous monsters. A summary befitting a novel targeted at teenage girls, though she was beyond certainty that plenty had been inspired by her mother. She'd read several of them herself, in attempts to busy her mind amidst the suffocating amount of free time she faced. Memorizing the ins and outs of every trope, how they were marketed, the parts of her mother's life left conspicuously absent... fiction based in the reality that was the grandeur of Master Aqua.

Her sister was sure to get the same treatment sooner rather than later, no doubt. How would she handle it?

Iaera's musing stirred her out of her thoughts, the loops upon loops of boredom spiraling endlessly in her constantly buzzing mind. Allowing her gaze to fall to the door, she focused on the gentle bustle of the hallway outside. It truly seemed no matter how many people occupied the castle, it was empty. The echo chamber of her room was laden with specialized furniture, disorderly trinkets, and an overwhelming number of pillows and plush toys. Admittedly, she was glad she didn't occupy a larger space, one could only do so much with accessibility without becoming borderline nonsensical in construction. Regrettable that castles are built up instead of out. This entire world was built with an endless movement upward, it seemed, and the benevolent founders hadn't seen fit to add a ramp or two.

Listing into a fresh round of disinterest, she found her ears wandering from the noise outside her door to the far more appealing sounds filtering in from her window: the live symphony that was a Radiant Garden afternoon.

Her fingertips gently lay her pen between the open bindings of her notebook, marking her place, but beyond that, freeing her hands. Hands which moved to lightly caress the metal on either side of her, cool from the precisely 68 degree air, exactly as Uncle Even liked it. She oft considered the gloves Tessie wore to be more of a hassle than they were worth, but the weakness in her hands wasn't aided by cold fingers, she supposed. Perhaps a reassessment was in order...

With motions she imagined more than once would be just as fluid as moving one's own legs, she wheeled to the window, looking down at the vibrant world below. The overlapping voices of other children huddled around the edge of the fountain, ice cream in hand. Laughter and conversations of adults leisurely traversing the stone pathways lining the city, uneven cobble she had envisioned the cracks and valleys of many times. Dreams like the illusions her Father wielded, picturing the bounce and tremor of these wheels on those streets...

Hazarding a glance at the clock, Iaera found herself relinquishing another sigh. Father would be finished with his work soon, perhaps she could see something beyond this room today, at least. At any rate, she was certain to get considerably better stimulation from attempting to assert a word in edgewise with Even than she would staring into her soulless notes and textbook chapters she'd already passed over several times today alone.

She wheeled to the door, letting her gaze fall to the light pouring in from the window once again, the glittering sky of the most beautiful world in existence that lay just outside of her bedroom, from which her sister brought gifts and photographs and stories.

Perhaps one day she'd see it.

For now, all she had was illusion and fantasy.

Artists: @ramatetsu, Baydews, Chibi Dollmaker, Kureihii.

@khoc-week

[saberghatz]

1-70

OH MY GODODOD CRACKING MY KNUCKLES

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? YES PRETTY GOOD!!

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? My friends :')

03: Do you regret anything? Like a billion things that I won't get into here >:)

04: Are you insecure? Only on Fridays

05: What is your relationship status? SINGLE YEAAA BOIEEIEEEE

06: How do you want to die? In my sleep would be the most ideal tbh I'm down for that

07: What did you last eat? Ritz crackers and peanut butter;;.....

08: Played any sports? IN MY LIFE? YEA!! RECENTLY? UHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh

I hate playing on teams so I usually just fuck about on my own or with friends, you'll never catch me joining like actual sports teams again

09: Do you bite your nails? Surprisingly no o-o

10: When was your last physical fight? Too long ago. I'm really itching. SOMEONE PLEASE SPAR WITH ME

11: Do you like someone? I WISH I DID. FUCK.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? HEEELL NAW I'M LIKE A GRANDMA WHEN IT COMES TO GOING TO BED EARLY (against my will, i am simply a tired bitch)

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Everyone except the people I don't hate

14: Do you miss someone? Deeply :D

15: Have any pets? I don't have any personally, but my mom has two kitties named Nikki and Tessie. When I go visit her, I get to see them too. She had them since before I moved away, so I still consider them kind of my cats :')

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Lonely enough to do this, but also happy enough to do this

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? I thought this said 'have you ever made it out of the bathroom' and I'm like honestly no my ibs could never

On that note, no but call me

18: Are you scared of spiders? No :(

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? I'd go back to a time before I was born, definitely the 70s or 80s just to experience it for awhile.

But if I was limited to only going back in time during the years I was alive, no I would never go back. I feel like I've learned a lot over the years and I don't want to lose that progress

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? Probably the airport

21: What are your plans for this weekend? MY ROOMMATE BLAIR HAS A CHOW CHOW PUPPY AND WE'RE TAKING HER TO A DOGGIE SOCIAL ON SATURDAY. Also maybe going to an art show/mall on Sunday.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? Zero, have you seen the state of the world??

23: Do you have piercings? How many? I have ear piercings, but I think they closed up :// I REGRET LETTING THEM CLOSE

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Like in school? That's a lifetime ago oh god Science

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes almost everybody I've ever known, whether it ended on good or bad terms. I am simply a sentimental soul with a horrible memory

26: What are you craving right now? Making out with a stranger that I know

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? @_@;;;.... yea

28: Have you ever been cheated on? No

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? PROBABLY, I'M SORRY IF SO

30: What’s irritating you right now? Social media is grating on my fucking nerves, so much so that I'm weening off insta and twitter and I've ended up back here. Right here.

31: Does somebody love you? If so lemme know

32: What is your favourite color? Pink, white, gold

33: Do you have trust issues? Fortunately not

34: Who/what was your last dream about? I think I dreamed I was Percy Jackson and I was befriending some monsters instead of killing them.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? My roommate like literally yesterday :D

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? I'd give anyone a second chance, but I don't think I'd give a third chance.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? I forgive because I don't hold grudges and then my memory is so rotten that I forget why I was mad in the first place

38: Is this year the best year of your life? ITS BARELY 2024 SO I CAN'T ANSWER YET

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16 I think. Shout out to Solangelo

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? No but this made me realize I never have, and now I want to

51: Favourite food? I can't think of anything, so like I do at restaurant menus I'll default to chicken strips :)

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes 100%

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? shower, work on writing my fics, jerk off, draw, you decide what order

54: Is cheating ever okay? Never, unless your partner knows but then its not chEATING IS IT

55: Are you mean? Honestly maybe

56: How many people have you fist fought? Not enough (none. please. please spar with me I need to train)

57: Do you believe in true love? I believe some people believe in it and can find that for themselves. I hope I become one of them

58: Favourite weather? If I can't wear a bikini, I'm sad. But crisp Autumn mornings also hit like no other..

59: Do you like the snow? I love visiting the snow, I wouldn't want to live in the snow

60: Do you wanna get married? I haven't really thought about it lately. So currently, I guess not xD

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Hell yea, but turn up the heat

62: What makes you happy? @hyenahijinks @yuuidflourite @comets-nix and drawing

63: Would you change your name? Some people call me Grace which I like a lot, it's my middle name tho

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? I'd totally do it, but I'd probably get that fist fight I've been begging for instead

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Been there done that, we over it and stronger than ever >:)

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? @hyenahijinks ILY bitch

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? @hyenahijinks

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? LOL MY MOM TODAY ACTUALLY

69: Do you believe in soulmates? ARE TRUE LOVE AND SOULMATES NOT THE SAME THING

70: Is there anyone you would die for? My friends and parents 100% but I'm also not like super attached to breathing to begin with so the decision would be very easy

THATS A HELL OF A WAY TO END AN ASK MEME THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE HUMPHREY

[lovella-a-la-radio]

who were you before they broke you? -SEARCHING… -SEARCHING… -… name: lovella monique lynch nickname: levi (leh-vee), elle (never ella), tessie known aliases: poétesse, tessa, mirage age: cannonically, REDACTED; physically, 17 birthday: february 13 pronouns: she/her/hers face claim: ashley moore powers: pyrokinesis, radiofonokinesis her in five senses: scent-woodsmoke taste-cinnamon coffee sensation-the warmth of a fireplace sound-radio static vision-the color of wulfenite

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-…is this thing on? [scroll to reveal transcript] -if you’re hearing this, it’s too late. know that i did the best i could to get back to you. [silence. a scuffling sound] -i’m sorry. i truly am. if i could change one thing, i’d never have left. you wouldn’t have taken that step into the unknown, would you? but then again, you were always the one with the answers. [silence] -tell mama i wish i could’ve reached her. i really did try to get back. but i suppose my words are too little, too late. -truthfully, that’s always been the case. but they’re all i have. [dry laughter] -i suppose that’s the problem, isn’t it? all these words and yet i can’t say a thing. [silence] -[hushed] they’re here. can you feel them? -i’m out of time. -please forgive me. if i never see you again, know that i thought of you until they broke me. you’re going to change the world. i’m so sorry i won’t get to see it. [silence] -[strained] NAME REDACTED? please, remember. you have to remember that— [DISTORTION LASTING SIX MINUTES 37 SECONDS.] [silence] [end transcript.]

[tessiseestheworld]

No news is good news.

Anscheinend ist es wieder einen Monat vergangen seit dem ich das letzte mal geschrieben habe. Das ist ja eigentlich ein gutes Zeichen. Und so ist es auch. Ich habe den vergangenen Monat einfach die Gedanken schweifen lassen, nichts getan, nichts gemacht, nichts gedacht und einfach nur gelesen und bin zum Strand.

Meine Tage sahen normalerweise so aus dass ich aufgestanden bin, habe gemütlich gefrühstückt und bin dann so langsamen die puschen gekommen und habe mich fertig für den Strand gemacht und dann den Bus genommen und bin zum Strand. Da bin ich rumgesessen, habe erst ein bisschen in meinem Imageneering Buch oder den anderen Disney Büchern gelesen und bin dann einfach etwas gelegen mit einer leere im Kopf und bin entweder nur zur ersten runden Boje oder auch bis zur zweiten geschwommen und dann Ala Moana auf und abgelaufen und habe mich dann wieder hingelegt und nichts getan. Etwas gesickert. Den Strandgeräuschen und den Stimmen gelauscht oder gelesen. Das war eigentlich auch ne ganz gute Routine die ich versuchte aufrecht zuerhalten da ich hier ja auch fit sein möchte und Muskeln aufbauen, aber dann bin ich wiederum sehr faul und möchte eigentlich gar nichts tun. Und manchmal dachte ich zu mir selbst „eigentlich will ich das gerade nicht tun“ und ich sagte mir „muss ich auch nicht. Ich muss hier absolut nichts tun dass ich nicht möchte. Und wenn ich gerade einfach glücklich und contempt bin dann wunderbar“. Und so wurde ich fauler und fauler. Und dann habe ich auch noch meine Bücher fertig gelesen.

Und jetzt bin ich seit über 10 Tagen in einer Fantasy Reihe gefangen die eigentlich an Teenager gerichtet ist, aber das ist ok. Ich devour die Bücher förmlich und bin nach 10 Tagen mit 3 Büchern durch. Und während dieser 10 Tage hatte ich eine rechte, nicht Erleuchtung, da ich es ja schon immer in mir wussten nur nicht zuließ, aber Feststellung. Ich bin halt doch nen ziemlich weiches ei und so wie jeder und will auch das was jeder andere auch will. Einen Partner im Leben, Chemie mit jemandem, einen soulmate. Ich bin halt auch nur a big romantic und das wird mein Ende sein, da ich es nicht sein will und mir nicht eingestehen möchte aber so ist es nun mal. Es waren ein paar Dinge im Buch beschrieben, in denen ich mich so wieder fand (keine Panik, es ist ein Kinderbuch, das dramatischste was hier passiert ist händchenhalten) Körperkontakt auf den man hin nicht wusste wie man reagieren soll da man das ganze selbst nicht will oder gestartet hat, und denkt wie soll ich jetzt reagieren? Was wird von mir erwartet? Ohne das zu tun was man tatsächlich will und dem ganzen eine Natürlichkeit gibt. Und das ist was ich möchte. Ich möchte dass ich mal die Person bin die etwas möchte die etwas anleitet wo ich ganz klar weis ohne denken zu müssen „das ist was ich gerade will“ und nicht ständig analysieren zu müssen „was wird nun von mir erwartet?“.

Die Bücher sind wie gesagt für Teenager (auf keinen Fall so schlimm wie Twilight) aber so simple Dinge wie das alt bekannte Love-triangle wo er sie berührt und sie denkt „Ugh was mach ich jetzt?“ und dann den richtigen anschaut und ganz genau weiß was sie jetzt machen möchte. Und naja Long Story Short das hätte ich wohl auch gerne und habe es mir eingestanden und muss es nun auch nach jahrelange vehementen abstreiten dem Rest der Welt sagen. Also muss ich nicht, aber werde ich.

Derzeit bin ich im learn Buch der Reihe und ich möchte danach erst mal wieder nichts „packendes“ lesen weil ich gerne wieder eine leere in mir erreichen möchte, die mir vielleicht Dinge aufzeigt auf die ich noch mal acht geben sollte.

Es sind noch 9 oder 10 (kommt drauf an wann ich dann wirklich umziehe) Tage bis ich zu Tami ziehe und dort dann 2 Wochen ihre Hunde hüte und dann fliege ich auch schon zu Gary und nach Hause. Daher würde ich nun noch einmal gerne diese leere und den Frieden genießen und nichts und niemanden um mich haben und auf mein inneres hören können ohne das stimmen von außen auf mich einwirken und mich wieder versuchen zu formen. Ich möchte meine eigene Form sein.

Ich realisiere immer mehr, bei den ganzen Fragen wie es weiter gehen soll, dass ich mich extrem gebunden an zuhause fühle. An mein Zuhause. Meine Umwelt dort, meine Mitmenschen und Mittiere und dass ich Schwierigkeiten habe, zu denken ich muss diesen Ort für die Arbeit verlassen. Ich sehe meinen Mittelpunkt schon eher dort, in meiner Heimat. Ich kann mir natürlich vorstellen vielleicht für ein Jahr oder 2 wieder im Ausland zu sein und dort eine wundervolle, und erfüllende Tätigkeit zu haben, aber im Endeffekt sehe ich mich immer wieder dort hin zurückkehren.

Ist das die Sorge und „Angst“ vor neuem? Oder ist es das Zeichen dass ich dort hingehöre und mich entschieden habe?

Ich möchte aber auch nicht den Rest meines Lebens und die „beste Zeit“ meines Lebens weiterhin wie eine 50 jährige verbringen. Ich möchte einen wundervollen Zweck erfüllen, ich möchte Dinge verbessern, ich möchte lernen, ich möchte formen. Ich möchte schon raus.

Naja und diese Dinge würde ich dann gerne doch am Strand durchdenken ohne dass ich dauernd nur an ein Buch denken kann, somit wird es Zeit dass ich es fertig lese und es weitergehen kann.

Die Zeit endet hier so schnell, was wirklich schrecklich und traurig ist und ich möchte selbstverständlich nicht zurück. Ich möchte nicht zurück in dieses endlose nicht wissen, ich möchte nicht in die sinnlose Zeitverschwendung mit sinnlosen Tätigkeiten nur damit ich nicht „faul rumsitze“, denn ich bin ja anscheinend chronisch gefährdet nur zu warten dass ich erbe um dann nicht arbeiten zu müssen und dann steckt man mich also lieber in etwas seelenraubendes und zeitverschwendendes als mich einfach ich sein zu lassen.

Ich möchte mich eigentlich viel lieber darauf freuen nach Hause zu kommen, denn ich habe viel auf das ich mich freuen kann. Ich freue mich meinen Neffen kennenzulernen, ich freue mich meine wundervolle Schwester wiederzusehen und eigentlich möchte ich mich auch auf die Menschen die meine Eltern sind freuen. Aber ich freue mich ganz und gar nicht darauf das man wieder meint auf mich einreden zu müssen und mich zu kontrollieren und klein zumachen, wo ich es gerade über die letzen Monate geschafft habe, mich wieder in meine eigentliche Größe und Form zu entfalten ohne kleingehalten zu werden.

Deshalb ist es auch so wichtig für mich dass ich ausziehe. Sie wissen es nicht, aber sie halten mich klein und sie halten mich zurück. Ich möchte arbeiten ich möchte Geld verdienen und selbstständig sein und mein eigenes Leben führen. Aber ich weiß auch, das natürlich Dinge wie meine Igel dann schwieriger sind zu erhalten, wenn ich mein Leben führen möchte und unterwegs sein und wer füttert dann? Natürlich, ich kann mein Leben nicht von der Umwelt regieren lassen, aber sie geben mir Freude? Sie erfüllen mich? Wieso sollte ich das dann nicht weiter machen?

Ich hoffe wirklich es findet sich irgendeine Lösung. Ich möchte selbstständig ICH sein, ich meiner Größe und Form wie es richtig ist, ohne eine kleine Lücke in einem Haus fühlen zu müssen.

Wenn ich es so schreibe, weiß ich ganz genau was passieren muss damit ich das erfüllen kann, ich muss einen Job finden, irgendeinen der nicht seelenzerstörend ist und ich muss mein eigenes kleines Zuhause kreieren mir all den kleinen Dingen die mir Freude machen. Aber das braucht halt alles Geld und das habe ich nicht. Ich frage mich ob ich irgendwann auf das alles hier zurück schaue und denke, schau wie man mein Leben hingehalten hat und ich hätte dies alles schon viel früher haben können, oder ob ich denke tja nichts passiert, nichts da, nichts gekommen wäre ich doch schon viel früher im Scheiß Job geblieben und hätte schon zumindest eine kleine Summe aufbauen können. Mal gucken. (Wir wissen alle, in *dem* scheißjob bleiben wäre keine Option gewesen und niemals passiert).

[meet-at-tycho]

....... ALSO.

he likes when i compliment his voice I REALLY DO LOVE IT THOUGH. when i say youve been blessed by the tessie gods i REALLY mean that, genuinely. love when yr telling me about yr day, love when yr making absolutely bizarre autistic noises, love when you sing . YOU ARE SILLY!!!!!!!! ive genuinely. no i just LIKE YOU okay. me when i like you? me when i enjoy my best friend??? listened to those fucking stupid DUMB VOICE MESSAGES YOU SENT LIKE. ON LOOP.. to hear yr terrible awful jokes yes but also to hear yr laughter??? LIKE I WAS. TEEEHEHEEH... JOY. WHIMSY EVEN

i still will never forget that time she screamed exactly like a chimpanzee ripping someones face off during namielle fight that genuinely is one of the best moments of my life im. I PUT THAT MEMORY IN AFUCKING PICTURE FRAME AND REPLAY IT ALL THE TIME its so good. i like her voice too!!!!!! even when shes breaking the sound barrier SHES. I HAVE THE SILLIEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD FOR REAL/??? plus shes always saying the craziest shit like the way she'll go from dumb little termite to spitting poetry completely unprompted, like AWARD WINNING POETRY. LIFE CHANGING POETRY and then shes back to bug.

theyre both so talented too like. i wonder if i tell them that enough? I HOPE I DO BUT.. no im so. IM YR BIGGEST FAN ALRIGHT ill always be here rooting for you cuz THEYRE SO GOOD AT WHAT THEY DO... fantastic art, fantastic writing, mans playing the trumpet!!!!!!!!!!!! also the way he just talks about like. MUSIC THINGS TO ME, i dont understand a lot of it but i still love to listen so much like. YES SIR!!! 5/4 TIME SIGNATURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! do i know what this means, NO !!! but i still think its cute to listen to. AUTISM is always condoned here. the way shes always coming up with shit, i genuinely. i dont give a SHIT about that game at a base level, all of my appreciation comes from the shit shes come up with ITS THE ONLY THING PUSHING ME FORWARD...... so smart genuinely like. im fascinated by it i want to inspect her under a microscope (short joke) HOW ARE YOU LKE THIS... she just keeps creating and creating and its SO. endearing i love how they just create things all the time really i cant get enough IT MAKES ME SO PROUD TO SEE ANY OF IT.. guys please keep being you forever and always, even if you never see this PLEASEE keep shining okay you are so . good isnt a strong enough word, wonderful maybe.. everything!!!!! you are everything

[digi-lov]

Check out MetalGreymon (Virus) and MetalGreymon!

Did you know MetalGreymon (Virus) came first?

So, really, it should be MetalGreymon and MetalGreymon (Vaccine)

MetalGreymon (Virus) first debuted in the very first Digimon V-Pet back in 1997. Back then, attributes hadn't been introduced yet. However, as soon as attributes did get introduced, MeyalGreymon (Virus) received the Virus type. Its Digimon Reference Book entry says that it mechaniced more than half of its body and managed to survive many battles because of this. The entry of MetalGreymon (Vaccine) continues this point, mentioning that while extending their vital functions through remodelling, the flesh parts of MetalGreymon (Virus) are discolored blue due to not being able to hold up. On the other hand, MetalGreymon (Vaccine) are an evolved form of Greymon naturally.

The "healthy" Vaccine type MetalGreymon first debuted in the anime, being the "good" perfect evolution for Taichi's Greymon after the "bad" evolution to SkullGreymon.

This is why the first Digimon World, preceeding the anime, only has the Virus Type MetalGreymon.

The upcoming Digimon COLOR V-Pet also reflects this, with the color of the MetalGreymon sprite.

There's a fair share of MetalGreymon cards in the card game, but I wanna show off these two featuring their respective debuts.

MetalGreymon BT8-067 Alternative Art by Nakano Haito from the Memorial Collection 25th Anniversary [J] / 25th Special Memorial Pack [E]

This Alternative Art of BT8 MetalGreymon (virus) was part of the original V-Pet's anniversary.

MetalGreymon ST1-09 Alternative Art by tessy from the Tamer Battle Pack 1

This card of MetalGreymon from ST1 shows it in a dessert area that resembles the one we see MetalGreymon evolve in in the Digimon Adventure anime.

[tespianmage]

"You have power and influence, Xavier, but I can see right through you: you are just as lost and confused as I am. The world has treated us both poorly, hurting us in ways we would never imagine... Yet I still never let it close my heart, and here I am giving love to where it's needed most... To who needs it most...

No matter what happens, I hope you never closed your heart like the rest of the world has."

Drawing from months ago, but since the topic of Solitude OCs came up, here's one of mine: Tessie Euclid. She's a Lost Subject who fled to Nostradore to escape her old life in hopes this new country would give her a new start. However, she found herself being a guinea pig for the killing games, and even with still being given a bad hand, she continued to be the compassionate and empathetic person she always was, two traits that are not commonly seen anymore. Perhaps her compassionate nature in an otherwise cruel and polarized world could lead to some unexpected turn of events...

[jow99]

We have neighbours

Now having neighbours may not seem like a big deal but in the years since 2018 that we’ve been spending time here there may have been someone in the apartment next door 1-2 times. This year on a couple of occasions we heard a yappy dog and then the other day new furniture was being delivered 😯

Now every day we have a howling, crying dog that eventually sounds like a chicken as it gets tired and no doubt its throat gives out. This presumably happens when its humans leave and then sporadically throughout the day when it wakes up and remembers it’s been left alone. Yeah neighbours 🙄

Wednesday morning the beautiful weather continued. Jose had another pesky Narrabeen call (which went rather well as the owners were voting on more of the remediation works) and I headed off to my Spanish conversation group. I’m going to have to get my act together and do some more study as I feel I’m being left behind. This week we had to talk about favourite books and authors 😬

In the afternoon we borrowed Marjolein’s car and went for lunch at Yari’s Route, the place we often stop at on our rides and where we had breakfast when Angela and Paul were here. It as a lovely lunch and Yari was her usual, beautiful self.

From lunch we then went and picked up some paper work for Tessi. I suspect she may become Spanish before me at this rate 😂

We then headed back to L’Escala. Back at home we watched a replay of the time trial at the Dauphne before heading down to the beach for a drink. We met up with Marjolein so it was after 8pm by the time we got home.

L’Escala is now coming into its own. Beautiful balmy nights sitting on the balcony drinking wine and watching the world go by. It’s a shame it’s been a bit late coming as we’re heading to Alcalá (near Madrid) on Friday and then Angela will head home from there in a bit over a week.

Thursday morning Jose headed out for a ride with the group and Angela and I met Marjolein at the beach for a swim and breakfast. The water is still chilly but lovely and lots of fish. It was my first time all the the way to the island for a while.

Later we met Jose for a drink and tapa after his ride and then it was home for lunch and packing for our trip to Alcalá tomorrow. Whilst that was happening we had the Dauphne on which was rather dramatic (no spoilers).

This evening Jose and I went for a swim to cool off and then it was drinks and anchovies for Angela’s last night in L’Escala. We hit a couple of bars before retiring to our balcony to watch the night come in. Angela loves watching all the lights come on across the bay.

Sorry to be heading inland but it will be nice to see the family and of course the celebrations for Angela’s 90th 🎉