#this blog isn’t about my other birds but I wanted to share videos of them

[riverkentvalley]

Marimo is the best Eclectus in the whole world I don’t make the rules.

[jrenvs3000w25]

My Ideal Role as a Nature Interpreter

Nature interpretation is about building connections between people and the natural world, between facts and emotions, and between curiosity and understanding. To me, being a nature interpreter means not only sharing knowledge, but also inspiring a sense of stewardship and wonder in others. My ideal role as an interpreter would hopefully blend my passion for the natural world with my love for teaching and creativity, and it would be rooted in fostering meaningful experiences in nature.

The Role

In my ideal nature interpretation role, I would work in a protected area such as a national park, marine protected area (MPA), or wildlife sanctuary somewhere here in Canada. I envision guiding small groups of visitors on interpretive hikes, tidepool explorations, or wildlife viewing excursions. These experiences would allow me to help people connect with their surroundings on a personal level, whether that’s identifying animal tracks on a forest trail, admiring intertidal species, or listening to the unique calls of birds as the sun rises.

Beyond in-person interactions, I’d also want to engage with a broader audience through social media. Creating accessible, interesting, educational content—such as blogs or videos. I think this could help extend the reach of interpretation to people who are unable to visit these places in person. A hybrid approach would mean I could ensure that nature’s stories are shared widely, and inspire diverse audiences.

Skills and Expertise

To thrive in this role, I think I’d need a mix of scientific expertise, communication skills, and creativity. My education thus far in biological sciences and zoology has provided me with a solid foundation in ecology and animal behavior, while my interest in conservation also keeps me learning. I do recognize technical knowledge alone isn’t enough though. Interpretation is sort of about storytelling. It’s like taking complex concepts and translating them into narratives that resonate emotionally with people.

Public speaking, leading activities, and guiding groups would be essential skills for me to lead engaging programs. Interpersonal skills are essential. Being approachable and enthusiastic would help me create a welcoming atmosphere where visitors feel comfortable asking questions and sharing their thoughts. Creativity would also play a big role too I believe — designing interactive activities, coming up with memorable metaphors, or even incorporating art or music to appeal to different learning styles.

Additionally, I’d definitely need to polish my practical skills like time management, adaptability, and conflict resolution. Outdoor work clearly involves unpredictable variables — weather changes, diverse group dynamics, and wildlife that doesn’t follow the script, etc... The ability to stay flexible and upbeat is key! 

The Impact

By helping people connect emotionally with nature, I would hope to inspire a sense of responsibility for its protection. That’ll always be the main goal. Whether I’m introducing someone to their first glimpse of a moose in a wetland, or explaining the delicate balance of a coastal ecosystem, I’d want visitors to leave with a deeper curiosity, respect, and appreciation for the natural world and their place within it.

Being a nature interpreter is so much more than just sharing facts. It’s about awakening curiosity and empathy. My ideal role would combine fieldwork, education, and creativity to cultivate meaningful connections between people and the environment. If I can tailor my skills and passion to this vision, I’d hope to make a lasting impact on both individuals and the landscapes they come to love. 

[samsseptember]

Samtember2022!

Hi Sam Wilson nation, this is a bit last minute but, a few of us decided to get together and make samtember2022 happen. YAY!!! 🎉

This fan event will be running from Thursday, September 1st to Friday, September 30th and it is meant to celebrate Sam Wilson’s birthday✨

This page is for the creators in the Sam Wilson fandom to share their works, and there will be prompts set for each day:

September 1 - Free choice 

September 2 - Boat | Fishing  

September 3 - Running | Workout

Captain America Week:

September 4 - Uniform | Cap suit 

September 5 - On a mission | Undercover

September 6 - Redwing | Technology

September 7 - Shield | Legacy 

September 8 - Foreign language | International

September 9 - Cap Quartet | New Team 

September 10 - Meet and Greet | Meeting fans 

Angst/ AU Week:

September 11 -  Forgotten | Memory

September 12 - Secrets | Unspoken

September 13 - Dreams | Nightmares

September 14 - Wings | Angel

September 15 - Birds | Telepathic powers 

September 16 - Variant | Multiverse

September  17 - Time Travel | Time loop

Fun / Party Week:

September  18 - Carnival | King of Mardi Gras  

September  19 - Unexpected | Twist 

September  20 - Leather Jacket | Clothing 

September  21 - Weekend getaway | Trip 

September  22 - Party | Night out

September  23 - Cake cake cake 🎂🧁

September  24 - Drunk | Hungover

Fluff / Family Week:

September  25 - Family Recipe | Cooking

September  26 - Rainy day | Cozy

September  27 -  Renovation | House chores

September  28 - Family | Uncle Sam

September  29 - Siblings | Sarah & Gideon Wilson 

September  30 - Home | Louisiana  alt. prompt Goodbyes. 

We have opened a collection on AO3 that can be found here, or by searching  samtember2022. You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2022 or tag this blog @samtember2022​ - works will be reblogged every day throughout the month. 

Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with! 

FAQs are listed under the cut:

What works count for this fan event?

The following works count:

fanfic

podfic

fanart

gifsets

photosets / mood boards

graphics

Haikus

videos / edits

playlists

Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you! 

Q&A after the cut.

Q. Are there any length, sizing, etc. requirements for works in this event?

A. No.

Q. Do I have to sign up?

A. No.

Q. Do I have to make something for each prompt / day of the month?

A. You can make as many or as few works for the prompts as you wish; you do not have to make a work for every day or prompt.

Q. Are NSFW postings allowed?

A. Yes, NSFW postings are welcome, just make sure to tag them appropriately.

Q. Can I come up with my own prompt?

A. Yes, but please stick to posting these under Day 1: Free Choice. Other works posted must follow the prompt(s) of the specific posting day.  

Q. Do I have to wait to post on certain dates?

A. Since each date corresponds with a specific theme and prompt(s), we do ask that you wait to post on the day designated for each theme / prompt(s).

Q. Can I use more than one prompt per work?

A. Yes! Though the prompts were intended to create variety, you are more than welcome to combine prompts within a certain theme, i.e. for family week you can do Family recipe + Siblings for Day 29. You can even implement ALL of the prompts of the week in the same work if you feel up to the challenge!

Q. What if I create a work that incorporates two prompts from different posting days?

A.This is allowed, so your posting date would be up to your discretion. For example, if you wrote a fic that was both about Family and Party, you could post your work on either Day 22 or Day 28.

Q. Can I use this event to re-promote something I’ve already created?

A. No; this event is only for new, original works. This means that the fic, fanart, video, gifset, etc. that you’ve created must have been first posted during this event.

Q. Can I post a multi-chaptered fic if it isn’t completed?

A. You can post a multi-chaptered fic and it does not have to be completed as long as you post at least the first chapter on the designated posting date for your prompt.

Q. Can I include other characters/ships in my works?

A. Side characters and side ships are fine, but this is a Sam Wilson event, the main focus of your works must be on Sam.

Have any other questions?

Please feel free to submit any other questions in the ask box, or reach out to either @samwilsonsb4be or @sammy-souffle.

[ayatakami]

Singer!Reader HCs

feat. Alt MHA bois  Part 2 Here

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Sero x Reader, Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Shoji x Reader, Tokoyami x Reader, Kirshima x Reader Notes: The songs I put at the bottom just imagine them with a fem! singer bc its the overall vibe I went for. There is a part two bc it got pretty long whoops

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Doesn’t openly talk about loving your music or you per se, but owns so much merch of you and your band. I’m talking posters, postcards, albums, shirts, etc. 

Listens to your voice R E LI G I OU SL Y

If he thinks he’s alone then he’ll try to duet some of your songs, convincing himself that you two would make such a great singing duo

UPLOADS DRUM COVERS OF YOUR SONGS AND FREAKS OUT WHEN YOU LIKE/RESPOND TO THEM!!!11

ALWAYS goes to your signings if he has time and when you signed his drumsticks with a heart mans is deceased

Always opts for more of your heavier/faster songs bc this man just needs the fuel to his anger. But on days when he’s really down or feels lonely he listens to your more softer and melodic songs, soaking in your vocals.

Rewatches your music videos and likes every single picture you post. 

Favorite song of yours: Calm Snow - I See Stars

Tells EVERYONE about you and your band, plays your songs on blast and recommends them to everyone. 

Doesn’t really own much posters of you/your band but he does have lots of apparel. (Shirts, beanies, keychains, etc)

LOVES attending your concerts, always gets front row seats to see your pretty smile. 

This dude man, he has pictures of you two on his page from every concert/meet and greet/ signings/etc that he’s ever attended. Like so many you know his name now. 

He’s more drawn to your easy-going, light vocals type songs 

But isn’t afraid to listen to your heavier stuff

Mans STREAMS your music videos and loves making edits of solely you

Favorite song of yours: Silence Speaks - While She Sleeps

SIMPING FOR YOU!!!! HE EVEN HAS A BODY PILLOW OF YOU IM--

Several posters, photos, stickers, albums, you name it he has it

Brings you lots of gifts to each backstage concert bc yk he buys that VIP shit

He will absolutely DIE if he sees pictures of you wearing an expensive necklace he gifted you or any sort of jewelry

Hangs out and talks to you so much that you guys actually become good friends!!

I feel like he would lowkey make fanfics about the two fo you. You cant tell me he wont

Has an ALT ACC WITH THIRSTY EDITS OF YOU!! Calls you his baby bird/dove/songbird/etc

I also feel like Hawks plays guitar or bass and he would def make covers or even collab with you bc yall besties now

Mans has a tiktok account and will def post videos of yall singing together 

Although he’s a really chill guy I feel like he leans more towards your slower songs that hit harder than the others

Favorite song of yours: The Fear Of Letting Go - Too Close To Touch

Being a villian and all, you know he cant come to your concerts/events but he damn well tries to. 

Doesn’t own much merch of yours as he accidentally burnt a poster he had of yours after a certain incident (he felt really bad bc he got mad)

I feel like he would def have a funko-pop or figurine of you on his desk

Loves jamming to your songs (blasting it so loud in his room that its literally shaking in there LMAO)

Watches ALL of your music videos, streams and BUYS YOUR MUSIC TO SUPPORT YOU HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

Sings along with you omg even tho it hurts to reach your high notes

Thrives off of your more aggressive songs especially the one where he can feel the pain in your voice over whatever subject or whoever you were singing about

Definitely wishes he was that ex you sung about LMAO

Why can I see him punching drywall to your songs bc hes so into it LMAOOOO

Favorite song of yours: Crooked Smile - Too Close To Touch

One of the bois who don’t talk about their love for you super much, but instead is a closeted fan!

Watches your music videos on REPEAT, knows the lyrics to all of your songs

Whenever you smile at the screen or do something cute, he is STRUCK with love

Binge-watches all of your interviews/funny moments/etc, just loves getting to know you and seeing all the sides of you that isn’t the perfect singer that everyone sees

He does attend your concerts/events but he stays in the back for he doesn’t want to scare anyone or you with how he looks like

Why can I see him running an appreciation blog like-

Posting about your cute smile or laugh and he’s internally panicking bc you mentioned his blog in your latest interview saying that seeing all the kind things he posted about you made your day whenever you were down

Prefers the slower, melodic songs or where you’re just messing around

Favorite song of yours: All I wanted - Paramore

Have you SEEN THIS MANS ROOM

Like there is no doubt in my mind that he has posters covering every inch of his wall. Limited edition posters, signed posters, you name it he has it

Doesn’t really talk about you but if he knows his friends also listen to you, then he will def rant about you

“Hey Tokoyami have you heard _’s new song yet-” Man has bags under his eyes bc he streamed that song so many times last night listening to it on repeat. When the music video dropped he shared that shit on all of his social medias.

Def does covers of your songs, it fills him with joy when you repost his covers on your account with a nice message ‘You’re so talented omg!! <3 <3′ 

Also to me he would be the type of guy who posts lyrics in the comments if there isn’t any and would def go into detail about the lyrics meaning and such

Has a jacket full of patches of your band logo and album covers

He’s met you on a few occasions and he’s more than happy to stop and chat with you. Although he doesn’t go into full fan mode with you around, he respects you and instead asks about your day and such

Has no preference on your style, just that its you singing

Favorite song of his: Dance Macabre - Ghost

[stayevildarling]

Sally McKenna x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - A little help Pt 5

word count: 3.1k

warnings: smoking, mention of drugs, hints of smut, cursing, panic attacks, anxiety

A/N: This is an eight-part story, hope you enjoy

Rushing through the busy halls of university, your mind is racing, the thoughts so loud it sounds like bees in your head and the thoughts just won't stop buzzing, causing your vision to blur slightly, ears ringing and trembling hands, the feeling of panic and losing control of the situation any moment. You rush into the nearest bathroom, bursting the nearest door open and quickly closing it, dropping your bag and books onto the floor and sliding down the wall, trying to calm down.

Shakily you try and reach for your phone to distract yourself, maybe playing a video or maybe even messaging them but you feel woozy with every movement of your body and so you close your eyes and abandon the thought of getting your phone out of your bag. ''Breathe idiot'' you remind yourself and you try a technique that has occasionally worked in the past before, whenever you felt a panic attack coming.

''Breathe in 4-3- nope nope not working too much too loud'' you try but fail miserably at keeping your breathing under control. ''Shit'' you mutter, noticing that the feeling isn't passing and the panic only growing but how the hell did you end up hyperventilating, sitting on the bathroom floor of your university?

After Sally's relapse a few weeks back, you taking her to Mina's work and going cold-turkey, things have changed and somehow took a more unexpected turn than you expected to. Sally struggled and she struggled badly at first, she couldn't cope, constantly having you or Wilhemina around, not able to get out of the house, only on walks where you two would accompany her. There were times when she felt hatred towards you two, but not really you two more what you are doing to her or rather keeping Sally from doing to herself. There were a lot of sleepless nights, you and Wilhemina taking turns, watching her and guiding her through this journey of detoxing her body from the drugs. It was constant ups and downs, it was really hard at first with all the withdrawal symptoms and the times she would just be throwing up everything she would eat or drink and you and Wilhemina often debating whether you need to get doctors involved.

There were the good days when caffeine and nicotine helped Sally's urges and you three actually had really good days together, snuggled up on the sofa, watching everyone's favorite movies and enjoying the quiet and each other's company. Then things started going downhill, with Wilhemina having to go into work again and you looking after Sally while she was still at home , blogging from home and posting a lot to distract herself from the withdrawal symptoms.

Everything went okay at first, Mina leaving early in the morning like she usually would, with a lunch bag you packed for her the night before, just like you usually would. You woke up, snuggling closer to Sally and enjoying some quality time with her, before she sat on the sofa, working on her blog and you decided to carry on finishing your thesis because deadlines were coming up. You two sat on the sofa together in comfortable silence, just working and it was almost calming but just almost.

You were unaware that day, that Sally was fighting the most recent and hardest battle with her addiction and that her body was craving something more than just caffeine to fight this empty feeling. Maybe it was the fact that Wilhemina had to go to work and Sally knowing you are different than Wilhemina, not as strong, not as strict.

At first you thought everything was okay and when she got up, you absent-mindedly asked what she was doing, only for her to tell you she is going to the toilet. You didn't think too much of it until you heard things smashing, being thrown across the bathroom and so you instantly rushed inside the bathroom, only to find a very overwhelmed Sally, searching through every draw and cabinet to find something, anything even Mina's painkillers, just anything so she could feel release and at peace but you and Mina were smarter than that beforehand and hid any potential dangers.

''Sally'' you pleaded, understanding immediately what was going on. ''I don't fucking care Y/N I need something'' she screamed in your face while tears streamed down her cheeks. ''Where are your cigarettes?'' you asked feeling helpless, although you are very aware that cigarettes and the stuff Sally is used to, are very different. ''I ran out'' she admitted and you took a step closer to her, putting your hands on her shoulders, your eyes begging her to calm down.

''We can go and buy some right now, let's get dressed okay?'' you asked and it took two more meltdowns before she agreed to leave the house with you.

From that day on, things took a more positive turn however and you and Wilhemina got Sally to agree to go to group counseling therapy, where she would sit with a group of people, twice a week to talk about her feelings and experiences.

At first she really didn't want to go and begged you to go with her and of course you did. Sally settled in surprisingly well and she actually started looking forward to those meetings, you and Wilhemina insisted on driving her and somebody would always take her there and pick her up again after an hour. Whenever you drove her for the first few weeks, you would actually wait in the parking lot, just making sure she doesn't just pretend to go inside and leave again as soon as you or Wilhemina left.

But she didn't and you didn't learn the reason for this until a while later, because the aspect of socialising at these sessions really helped Sally. Having a group of strangers there, sharing similar stories and her finally understanding her behavior and learning that she isn't responsible for this and that it's a cycle that is very hard to escape, especially when attempting to fight it alone. She would regularly walk back to the car with the happiest smile, reaching another milestone, one week clean, two weeks clean and soon it will be one month.

Sally would talk about what she learned that day, what the others shared, she talked about someone there relapsing and how it made her feel. To motivate her further you bought this calendar and hung it the kitchen where she can mark her appointments but also her milestones.

Just when Sally, one of the two most important people of your life started doing better, you still aware that she isn't magically cured and still on this hard path of battling and fighting her demons, your other lover Wilhemina at last cracked under the pressure of the past few weeks.

With Wilhemina it's different than Sally, you would never find her broken and sad on the sofa after crying herself to sleep. You would never have her admit something is wrong, you would never hear a single complaint coming from her and that's the dangerous thing with the redhead. She is a master at hiding and shielding her emotions, of course, you got her to open up gradually and break those walls down, to get her to open up, get her to be honest, and communicate feelings or things on her mind, just like she would expect of you.

It all started with her physical therapy appointments, for years she has attended those for her back, she would do exercises there or do them at home. You being the mastermind at planning every aspect of your and their lives, you also wrote her appointments in the calendar and usually Wilhemina and Sally would tick of their appointments when finished but inspecting the calendar a bit closer one afternoon, you noticed that she hasn't ticked one off in a very long time.

''Maybe she forgot but went there'' you tried convincing yourself, remembering the many times she has told you she went to an appointment or did the exercises at home when you and Sally would be at work. It wasn't until two days later when you found out the truth, after Wilhemina calling you from work

''Little one, are you free?'' she asked and even though you were sitting in the university library, working of course you said you are because you know whenever Wilhemina calls and needs a favor it's urgent. ''Yes what is it Mina?'' you asked

''Can you call the doctors I need my pain medication again, I'm heading into a meeting now but I can pick up the prescription tomorrow morning'' she let you know and of course you did as she asked.

However, when ringing the doctors office, that you have sometimes rang or been to before when Mina needed something, they informed you that Wilhemina shouldn't be receiving any pain medication for another week, because she should still have some left and on top of that they informed you that she hadn't attended her physical therapy appointments in a while.

When the call ended you felt this silence, despite sitting outside of your university, hearing students talk, cars drive by and even some bird chirping, it was silent. Because that moment was a wakeup call, a slap from reality right in the face, reminding you that Sally isn't the only one fighting her battles even if she fights them more openly.

''It can't be a coincidence'' you tried reminding yourself and as you drove home that day your anxiety was so high, fearing Wilhemina's reaction and confronting her because you knew deep down already, no matter how you would possibly say it, she will be mad.

''For fucks sake Y/N I have attended those shitty appointment and I don't have medication left, those doctors are useless'' she cursed and neither you nor Sally have seen her like that in a while. You debated whether to fight her on this, get her to lash out but in the end admit the truth, let you and Sally in so you could be there for her and comfort her, just that never happened.

''It doesn't matter I will call them myself in the morning'' she told you. This has now been about a week ago and things became a little strange at home, Wilhemina and you wouldn't talk as much, of course, you talked, greeting each other and small talk but there was this huge wall standing between you two, none of you knowing whether to start and break it down.

Your mind being occupied by something entirely different, made it difficult to focus on Wilhemina or Sally in this past week, of course you asked them how they are, you listened, you made them baths, you did anything but university pulled you right into this ocean again, waves of responsibilities and deadlines crashing right at you.

Maybe you pushing away your own problems, stress and anxiety for over a month now, solely focussing on your two girlfriends and their wellbeing, reality and the lack of self care is finally hitting you, causing you to almost collapse on the bathroom floor of your university.

The sad part is that you did it, you finished your thesis about three days ago and today is finally the day where you are allowed to hand it in and finally have the stress come to an end, with no more obligatory classes now and you just having a break until you recieve your grades.

For the past five days or so, you haven't been able to sleep, eat or drink a lot. Of course you would occasionally force yourself to have a bite or some water or fall asleep, sitting in Mina's office in the middle of the night, reading over your thesis and work again and again. Usually before these things Mina would read over it, making sure you didn't get anything mixed up or any spelling mistakes, from all the hours of writing, researching. But within this past week, things have been so strange that you didn't want to ask her.

Still hyperventilating you are pulled out of the buzzing and loud thoughts when you hear your phone ringing. Closing your eyes, you hold your hand out and try reaching for your backpack and you manage to find a strap and pull it onto your body. Momentarily you wrap your arms around your bag as if it was a shield, stopping this crushing feeling in your chest, the pain and the thoughts, as if bullets of thoughts are being shot against you and your backpack shielding you.

But the vibration of your phone is tugging you out of this state yet again, even just for a moment. Somehow you manage to open the zip of your bag and you reach for your phone, the vibration making it easy to find with your eyes still closed, the dizzy feeling still too strong. Finally you manage to open your eyes and see Sally's photo through a blurry vision and you press the green button on your screen and the speaker button next, thinking it will be too much to actually lead the phone to your ear.

''Hi pumpkin'' her angelic voice rings through the speakers and somehow, even in this dark and scary moment you manage to smile. ''He- hey'' you manage to say and you can hear ruffling in the background

''I'm just going to one of my meetings and I was wondering how my pumpkin is doing'' she says and the crushing feeling in your chest, replaces with a fluttering feeling, you feel whenever being referred to as either their little one or pumpkin.

''By the way me and Mina were wondering when is your thesis due?'' she asks while lighting a cigarette in the car. ''I- today'' you say, feeling your breathing very slowly calming down and going to a more normal state.

''Today?'' she asks a bit shocked and she pauses for a moment, confused why you didn't mention that before, knowing how important that is to you. ''Yeah'' you mumble ''How come you didn't tell us, I could have taken you there today pumpkin or Mina could have read it again'' she asks.

Opening your eyes now, you see the time and realize you have to hand in your thesis now so you quickly try and prop yourself up, Sally's voice still right there, making you feel save and relaxed. ''I'm sorry I gotta go I have to hand it in now'' you explain and Sally nods before saying ''Good luck, love you pumpkin''.

After standing up and grabbing your bag slowly, you hold onto the bathroom walls, the last bit of stability that you have right now to hold on to, to shield you and keep you from losing control. After taking one more steady and deep breath, you unlock the door and walk towards the sink, putting some cold water on your wrists and also your face.

You open your backpack and grab a lemon gum because the sour taste usually distracts you from whatever is bothering you and the buzzing thoughts. Finally leaving the bathroom, you walk past the classrooms and hallways filled with students, for what kind of feels like one of the last times.

Your time at university flashes before your eyes in this moment, you see the main entrance and you remember the many times Sally or Mina would take you here on a monday morning after spending a beautiful weekend with them and them not having to go into work until the day later.

The places you stood, like your locker for instance, where Sally would sometimes call you and ask for help or Mina calling you and asking about your day and classes. You remember wandering these halls a few years back, before meeting Sally and Wilhemina and feeling confused as to how on earth you could ever get rid of this lonely feeling or the little skip of your heart, whenever you saw a couple kiss or hold hands. Then just about a year after, you found them and you then knew what it feels like to be held, to be kissed or to intertwine your hands with theirs.

''Oh hi there'' you hear Miss Anderson's voice and suddenly you snap out of your memories and thoughts. ''Hello Miss'' you reply with a polite smile and as you look at her you can see her features changing. ''Oh dear you don't look so well, are you okay?'' she asks and you simply nod, not really wanting to go into any details about your panic attacks or the state you were in moments before, but you can't deny how pale you are and how shaken you seem.

''Have you handed in your thesis yet?'' she asks but you shake your head ''I was just on the way'' you explain and she gives you an emphatic smile before saying ''I was just on my way over there too, come on'' and you follow her to the classroom where you are meant to hand it in.

As you arrive, you see some of your classmates, leaving the classroom, high-fiving each other and leaving with such a relieved and carefree expression, all the assignments, all the stress and exams finally over and the many sleepless nights now feeling like they were worth something.

You are greeted by Miss Parker ''Hi dear'' she greets you and you open your backpack and hand her your thesis with shaky hands, still not completely recovered from the panic attack. She looks at you, then Miss Anderson while retrieving the big folder that you carefully picked, every font, every word filled with so much detail. ''You just need to sign here now'' she explains and you do and she gives you a document after, that confirms you handed the biggest part of your entire work and time here, in now.

''You should probably get home and get some rest after all this exhausting time'' Miss Anderson suggests and you nod before Miss Parker jokingly says ''Oh come on she's young, she should be out celebrating'' and you smile at them before saying ''I will'' without explaining which suggestion you actually referred to and leaving the classroom with a polite smile.

[hopelesshawks]

Physical Fatality Part 12- Grief

18+ Hawks x fem, pro hero!reader

Summary: You’re a rising star in All Might’s agency. Hawks is the darling of Endeavor’s. By virtue of your job descriptions, the two of you are supposed to hate each other, or at the very least be cautiously neutral. For a long time that’s exactly what the two of you did. You stayed out of each other’s way and formed little opinion of the other. One fateful night at an HPSC gala changes all that. Based on the album Hopeless Fountain Kingdom by Halsey.

If you don’t want to see Physical Fatality content blacklist #hopelesspf

This story will have multiple NSFW parts so it is 18+ ONLY minors dni

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Over the course of your relationship Hawks has seen you pissed off quite a bit. He’s seen you mildly annoyed, he’s seen you decently irritated, and he’s seen you practically rabid with rage. He is intimately familiar with the spectrum of your anger.

And yet all of those times combined cannot compare to the level of rage he sees in you now.

Red Riot, who Hawks now realizes must have arrived with you, rushes to Bakugo’s side to check on him. Only once you’re positive Hawks and Bakugo won’t lunge at each other again do you unceremoniously drop Hawks to the ground. “What the fuck is your problem?” you demand as you storm over to him. “Look I’m sorry but-“ he starts but you don’t let him finish. “There shouldn’t be a ‘but’ in that sentence Hawks why the fuck are you fighting Bakugo of all people? You could’ve killed him!” “Technically he could’ve killed me too, let’s not make him sound helpless.” “That is NOT the point Hawks.” “Right yea no, of course it isn’t. Look I’m sorry things got out of hand but-” “Out of hand? OUT OF HAND? Your lack of self awareness is genuinely fucking phenomenal my GOD.” “Christ will you fucking listen to me instead of cutting me off every fucking time I try to speak?” “You don’t get to make demands right now! You know all this shit reflects back on me!” “Right your precious fucking reputation.” “Yes! My job relies on it remember!” “Could you forget about All Might and the press and whatever else for one goddamn minute? Our relationship is fucking drowning in it!” “What fucking relationship? I don’t even know what the fuck this is anymore.” “What are you on about now?” “We’re not lovers Hawks! We’re just strangers with the same damn hunger to be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all and it’s gotten genuinely pathetic now.” “Pathetic?” “Yes pathetic! Because clearly we aren’t supposed to be together!” “Says who?” “Look around you Hawks! Apparently fucking everyone and everything!”

Your words seem to echo around the two of you, both of your chests heaving in the wake of the argument. Both of you had forgotten yourselves for a moment and as awareness creeps back in you suddenly can feel the eyes of every reporter and civilian in the area boring into you. “What are you saying (y/n)?” Hawks asks and his voice is heartbreakingly quiet, hands clenched into fists. “I’m saying this is done,” you reply. “Don’t do this, please, I love you and-“ “No you don’t Hawks. You might think you do but you don’t. We love love and the idea of it and for fleeting moments between the arguments and the press and our bosses and everything else we thought we had it but we don’t. Or at least it’s not strong enough to out weigh everything else. I’m sorry,” you sigh before turning away. Cameras flash and reporters shout questions but you ignore them all as you walk over to where Kirishima is helping Bakugo up off the ground. “(Y/n)-“ Bakugo starts to say but you cut him off. “Don’t. I’ll deal with you after we get you patched up,” you tell him before you and Kirishima start walking him back to your agency.

Hawks stares after you, feeling frozen in place as you leave him behind and take his shattered heart with you. “Told you so,” Monoma suddenly taunts from beside him. Hawks jumps, having not noticed when Monoma had come down from the building’s rooftop. Hawks whirls around to face him, grabbing hold of the collar of his shirt. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?” Monoma asks cheekily, jerking his head towards the still flashing cameras. Hawks’ grip tightens momentarily before releasing the other man. Unfortunately Monoma has a point and Hawks really isn’t eager to make things even harder for you. “Don’t worry bird boy, I’ll invite you to our wedding,” Monoma tells the other man before flouncing away, pleased with himself. Hawks tells himself the best he can do now is wait for you to calm down and talk to you then so without another word and before he can do anything else to worsen the situation, he takes off back to Endeavor’s agency and hopes the others from the task force will have good news to share.

The first words he hears when he walks into the meeting room on the top floor are “You’re a fucking idiot” from none other than Shoto Todoroki himself. “I really don’t want to talk about it,” Hawks sighs. “You’re the only one. Pretty much every gossip blog and news outlet ever is talking about it,” Tokoyami tells him. “Headlines are all about how (y/n) is rubbing off on you in the worst possible ways and speculating about your break up,” Midoriya adds in, an unspoken accusation buried beneath his faux neutral tone. “We didn’t break up, she’s just upset,” Hawks denies, desperate to be right. “Really? Looked like a break up to me and the thousands of people who’ve already read the articles and the few dozen people that watched this whole train wreck you started,” Shoto quips. “Can we please just focus on the mission? Please tell me you got good intel,” Hawks sighs. “Since some of us are capable of doing our job, yes. Luckily for you the terror group is in the building we were watching and since you and Kacchan drew so much attention to the other building they think we’re way off base in our search for them. We should be able to make a move by this weekend,” Midoriya informs him. “Great. What now?” Hawks replies. “Now we wait to move out and I go back to my agency to reassure my probably panicked best friend,” Midoriya bites out before handing the last of his operation notes to Shoto and storming out.

“Jesus, I thought Deku was a puppy,” Hawks remarks as the door slams closed. “Midoriya’s always been scary when he wants to be, he’s just also very genuinely kind,” Tokoyami shrugs. “Which is exactly why being on his bad side is a nightmare,” Shoto points out. “Thanks Shoto. Really making me feel better.” “I wasn’t trying to make you feel better. In fact you should feel bad.” “I’m gonna call her,” Hawks sighs as he pulls out his phone to dial your number. The first call rings for awhile before going to voicemail. So does the second. The third is sent straight to voicemail. The fourth doesn’t even go through as he’s promptly alerted his number has been blocked. Hawks swears and tosses his phone onto the table in frustration. “I must have really crossed the line,” he sighs. “You think?” Shoto asks with a raised eyebrow.

“For the record I threw the first punch,” Bakugo admits somewhat sheepishly as you dab at one of several cuts he sustained during the fight. “Unprovoked?” “Obviously not.” “Then it doesn’t change anything. And you’re not off the hook either, what the fuck were you thinking?” you question as you start bandaging him up. “I don’t know, Monoma was being a little shit which got Hawks all worked up and then I tried to get him to back down and we both got worked up and well... you know how that went,” he admits. He watches as your phone lights up again with Hawks’ contact info. You grab it, sending him to voicemail again before blocking his number and putting your phone back down. “Are you sure about breaking up with him?” Bakugo asks and you can tell by how uncharacteristically gentle his voice is that he’s concerned. “I.... don’t know. In a perfect world I’d love to take the time to unpack all of this bullshit and work it out with him. I already know I’ll miss him. I’ll miss the mornings with him laying in my bed and the thought of a forever him and me but I bet all he’ll miss is my body,” you confess. “Don’t you think you’re not giving him enough credit?” “Probably. But I can’t sit at home and be his housewife which means I have to focus on salvaging my career. I’m lucky All Might is out of the office, gives me time to try and think up a sales pitch.” “You’re a good hero (y/n). All Might knows that.” “He also knows he gave me an ultimatum,” you point out. You finish off bandaging Bakugo up and he looks as if he’s about to say something else but you resume talking before he can. “I’m going to head home and lie low. Hopefully I’ll still be employed next time you see me,” you sigh before giving Bakugo’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze and walking out.

The video of you and Hawks’ break up is already viral by the time you get back to your apartment.

You walk straight past the living room, completely ignoring your concerned roommates, and head right into your room. Your phone alerts you to several no doubt concerned texts from Midoriya but you ignore them all as you collapse onto your bed. You lie there for awhile, letting your phone ping almost incessantly with concern from your friends and all the news alerts mentioning your name. When your ringtone cuts through all the other alerts you almost ignore it, assuming it’s Midoriya calling to check on you. Your heart sinks when All Might’s name flashes on the screen instead. You take a deep breath, stubbornly ignoring the way it rattles in your chest, and then answer the phone. “(Y/n)....” All Might starts. “I know,” you answer. “We had a deal.” “I’m a good hero. You know I am.” “I know you are. But we had a deal. I’m sorry.”

Numb.

Achingly,

Heart wrenchingly,

World endingly,

Numb.

That’s how you feel as you listen to All Might continue to justify his decision without actually hearing a word he’s saying. You vaguely register apologies and talk of the agency’s reputation, but for the most part you’re too busy feeling your entire universe crashing down around you to pay much attention to his words. You don’t know how long it’s been when you finally register that he’s been calling your name. “(Y/n)! Are you alright?” All Might presses. You don’t answer. You hang up your phone, face still blank, as Denki and Mina appear in your doorway. They both look you over for a long moment before wordlessly climbing onto your bed to join you. They cuddle up on either side of you and only once you’re safely wrapped up in their arms do you finally allow yourself to break. You mourn the career you worked so hard for as sobs wrack through your body. Your chest and ribs burn with the force of it but the feeling is nothing compared to the bitter grief of losing your job. As your friends hold you, you utter only one heartbreaking phrase between sobs:

“What am I if not a hero?”

Author’s Note: 🥲 we’re getting close to the end game now everyone, and boy oh boy does it hurt

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[isthisthingeven0n]

eyes opened : j.w

brief summary: there’s always been something between you and jeff that remains unspoken. but when jeff walks in on you changing one day, there are some things that can no longer be unsaid 

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“No, there’s no way dude.” Jeff huffs as he walks up towards your apartment block, Jonah in tow. “I’m not ruining what I’ve got with her, it’s not happening.”

Jonah sighs heavily as he follows Jeff out of the elevator. “Why not? It’s obvious she’s into you.” Jonah states as Jeff merely rolls his eyes in response.

“Don’t play with my feelings like that.” Jeff mutters, not wanting to think of it being true.

Yet, Jeff can’t help himself but wonder what could be between you two. You’ve been friends for almost a year now, and naturally, you bounce off one another. Fans were quick to comment initially on videos and Instagram posts conspiring about you dating. The details were never confirmed nor denied as it just wasn’t something brought up by either of you.

Approaching your front door, Jeff knocks whilst Jonah leans against the wall. “If you don’t ask her out, I will.” Jonah remarks as he proudly smirks.

Jeff can’t hold back a laugh as Jonah straightens up. “Oh, you’re being serious? Right.” Jeff’s smile falters as movement can be heard on the other side of the door.

“It’s open!” You happily call out, and Jeff smiles sarcastically to Jonah, opening it and closing it on Jonah's face.

Walking into your apartment, Jeff looks around to see you nowhere in sight.

His eyes scan over the various mugs still out from this morning alongside new plants and a stack of books.

“Y/n?” Jeff speaks up as Jonah stumbles in, rubbing his nose with a sharp glare towards Jeff.

The faint sound of music plays from your bedroom, accompanied by you singing along quietly. You always joked about your singing voice, how it would kill birds instead of enticing them, but to Jeff, it didn’t matter, he’d always be lured by you.

Edging closer towards your bedroom, the door remains ajar and Jeff peeks through. Yet the second he does he snaps back, heat rising through his cheeks as his eyes widen.

“What?” Jonah asks as Jeff clears his throat, guiding Jonah away from your bedroom quickly. “Why are you acting all weird?” Jonah, the king of subtly at it once again.

“I think I just saw Y/n in her underwear.” Jeff mutters, his eyes fixated on an old well-read book on your coffee table.

Jonah chortles, ignoring Jeff trying to shush him as your bedroom door opens fully. “What are you two laughing about? Did I miss something?” You ask with a bright smile as you secure your belt around your waist.

“You could say that.” Jonah comments, a smirk on his lips as he looks up to Jeff who can’t stop clenching his jaw.

“Just Jonah being nasty as usual,” Jeff remarks, avoiding looking you in the eyes as you bend down in front of him and pick up your used mugs.

Glancing to a Jeff with a warm smile, a light laugh leaves your lips. “Sounds about right, sometimes I forget why I’m friends with you guys.”

“I could think of a reason or two.” Jeff shrugs his shoulder as he focuses on you, forgetting Jonah was beside him or even in the room as you roll your eyes playfully.

“Go on then,” Jonah comments, catching you both off guard. “what’s a reason?” 

Jeff releases his jaw from the tight lock it was in moments ago, opting for his fists instead as he turns to Jonah. “What?” Jeff asks bluntly whilst you walk away, trying to calm your heart rate down once again. 

“Come on, Jeff.” Jonah mutters whilst you’re out of earshot. “This is your chance, don’t fuck it up.” Jonah pats Jeff’s arm before rising to his feet. “Y/n can I use your bathroom? I gotta shit.” 

Hiding your playful disgust you peer your head out from the kitchen. “Sure, use the guest one, it already smells from Nerf’s litter box that Jeff once used instead of a toilet.” You call out, Jeff chuckling at the black-out drunk memory you shared not too long ago as you dragged him back to your apartment and slept on the couch, giving Jeff your own bed for the night. 

As you walk out from your kitchen, a new one in grasp you take Jonah’s seat. “He isn’t always this gross I swear. I think he saves it to try and impress girls.” Jeff reasons, but you shrug it off with a quiet laugh. 

“I’m worth impressing, huh?” You joke before taking a sip from your mug. “Worth noting.” 

“Come on, Y/n.” Jeff shakes his head as you raise an eyebrow. “You haven’t noticed the guys looking at you when we’re all out?” 

“Guess not.” You hide the smirk crossing your lips with your mug as a scoff passes through Jeff’s lips. “You jealous, Jeff?” You can’t resist toying with him, it’s always something you’ve done since you became friends, that flirty banter between you both teetering on the edge of simply flirting. 

Shifting in his seat, Jeff moves closer toward you, resting his arm on the back of the couch. “Maybe, doll.” Jeff breathes, his eyes glancing from your lips back to your playful gaze. “But then again, you don’t wear matching lacy sets of underwear for just anyone do you.” Jeff adds, catching you by surprise as your eyes widen. 

“What?!” You blurt out, rising to your feet as you stare at Jeff with a shocked expression, just as Jonah walks back into the room. 

“That wasn’t the reaction I anticipated.” Jonah chortles before you whip your head around, glaring at him. 

“Out. Now.” You point to the front door, and before Jonah can argue, Jeff simply shakes his head, motioning for him to go. 

“Y/n,” Jeff starts, slowly standing up as a sheepish expression crosses his face whilst you bare teeth like a wolf. 

“Jeff, there are some things you say to a girl, and that by far is not one of them without sounding creepy as fuck.” You explain, your hands resting on your hips. “Were you spying on me earlier?” You ask and Jeff hesitantly nods as his eyes remain trained to the floor, but he can just about see you crossing your hands over your chest. 

“God,” You groan loudly. 

“But it wasn’t like that, Y/n. I just heard you singing and wanted to see where you were,” Jeff states. “and as soon as I saw you in your pants and bra, I stepped out before Jonah could ask or see anything.” 

A short laugh sounds from you as Jeff looks up. “Guess it could be worse,” You comment, quietly reassuring yourself. “I have to say, that isn’t how I envisioned things going if anything were to happen not that it ever will because now this is just painfully uncomfortable.” You ramble, shutting your eyes tightly in the hope you’ll wake up from this nightmare. 

Jeff steps forward, reaching out to take your arm, resting your hand in his as he squeezes it lightly. “How about I buy you a drink, to make up for it?” Jeff suggests, but you shake your head. 

Before Jeff’s heart sinks completely, you walk away to your bedroom, leaving the door ajar. “Make that dinner and you’ve got yourself a deal, Wittek.” You call out, unaware of the long sigh of relief from Jeff as you emerge from your bedroom with a playful smile and bag at the ready. 

Reaching out to take your hand in his, Jeff happily walks with you to the front door. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise, doll.” Jeff winks as he opens the door, only to have Jonah fall back, landing on Jeff’s feet as he stares up at both of you. 

“Oh, it worked out then?” Jonah asks as Jeff holds his arm out and you step around Jonah. 

“Bye Jonah.” You call out as you descend toward the elevator whilst Jeff helps Jonah to his feet. 

“Yeah, you alright to get an Uber? Oh, and don’t wait up.” Jeff pats Jonah’s back as he jogs to join you in the elevator, leaving Jonah as he sighs heavily, now demoted to the official third wheel. 

[crystalstar8]

Knights of the Night (ch 12)

Chapter 12

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 1,568

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j  @daechwitad-2​ @zobadak​​

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing…

tw: graphic depictions of violence, death, mentions of suicide, possession

                “Where to start?” he asked. “I was…the son of a king. My life was pretty strict but I had this group of friends. We were all scholars, but when we met in secret, we liked to play with things like witchcraft and necromancy. We wanted to summon something, I don’t even remember what we wanted to summon, maybe someone who had power to give us something. Anyway, we planned it for a long time, and then we went to the woods and did this elaborate ritual. We made a human sacrifice, a woman who served in the palace. I remember her, she was terrified. I didn’t feel bad about it though. I was… cold and apathetic back then, but I still remember her face. After we slit her throat and drained her blood, we set fire to her and all the other ingredients. And then a woman came from…”

               Yoongi narrowed his eyes and looked to the ceiling, as if struggling to remember.

               “She came from the woods? Or…No, she was standing in our circle. But I think she came from the woods. She was a demon. Her eyes were bright and hard to look at, and the way her body moved seemed unnatural.”

               “She was probably just some kind of witch,” said Namjoon. “Demons aren’t real.”

               “I know what witches are like, my friends and I were witches,” said Yoongi. “She was definitely not human. Not a vampire either. She was not like anything I’ve ever encountered since – I’m getting off track, we’re not having this conversation, Joon-ah!”

               Namjoon chuckled and held up his hands. “Fine, fine.”

               “Anyway, she asked who our leader was and they all pointed to me,” Yoongi continued. “Then she asked me what I wanted, or what I most desired, or something like that. I said I wanted eternal life. She just smiled and said that my wish was granted. A day or so later, I started feeling this thirst, this painful, painful thirst. I tried everything, then I realized what I wanted. I started taking blood from the servants in the palace, and my family hid me from the public. They all hid my secret because I needed to take the throne when my father died. But my family was scared because they thought it was a curse. That it might be bad for the kingdom once I took over. I didn’t even really care about taking the throne anymore, or maybe humanity in general stopped being interesting to me, but whatever it was, I left my city and started travelling and living on my own. I might have been trying to find the demon again, I knew she was still wandering around, but it took me several years to find her. It was when I came back to my city and found out that she had taken over the body of my sister, killing the rest of my family and taking the throne. I knew it was her because her eyes were the same and she moved the way she did in the woods that day, but it was unnerving to see it on my sister’s body. It was… difficult to see my family the way they were. She had left them in the palace to rot. There was no staff, just her. I never felt close with my family, but I was alone without them.

               “I asked her what she did to me and she told me that she gave me a great gift, that she gave me eternal life. I told her to take it back but she just laughed. I ran away again and was living in the wilderness for years, feeding off of travelers. I was just wandering for so long and it was miserable. I wanted to die, but nothing I tried would work. A few years passed and then I went over to America for a change of scenery. Then I met Namjoon and Taehyung and I moved in. I even checked on my old palace to see if my stuff was still there. It was, so I had it shipped here. I’d say it’s still in pretty good shape after all this time.”

               “And by ‘a few years’, he means one thousand years,” said Hoseok. “When were you born? Two-hundred B.C.?”

               Yoongi shrugged. “I have no idea. Something like that.”

               Despite how disturbed Catalina was by his story, she found it incredibly fascinating. Yoongi must have seen the disturbed faces of the humans in the room because he sat up and said, “I’m not like that anymore. These guys taught me humanity and empathy or whatever.”

               “Okay, Hoseok. Your turn,” Jimin said with a grin.

               “Me? I already told you everything there is to know!” he said. “Born in the 70s, turned in the 90s, I was a broke college student, but then I had to drop out.”

               “This is all we know too,” said Namjoon with a wave of his hand. “He doesn’t like talking about it.”

               “Yeah, we can talk about something else,” said Hoseok. “Like, you guys. What do you all plan on doing after school?”

               “I want to work L.A.,” said Jimin. “I want to dance in movies and music videos. Maybe be a choreographer for stuff like that.”

               “Ooohh,” Hoseok exclaimed. “That would a lot of fun! I would do that.”

               “We can both dance in L.A.!” said Jimin.

               “Gukkie, what about you? What do you want to do after you graduate?” Catalina asked.

               “I have no idea,” he said, laughing. “I like film, but I’ve already changed my major three times, so who knows what will happen with that.”

               “What were your previous majors?” she asked.

               “Dance, fine arts, political science, and now film,” he said, listing them off of his fingers. Catalina’s eyebrows raised.

               “Political science?” she asked.

               “Heh, yeah, it was too hard though,” he said. “I don’t like school enough for something like that. I kept failing my classes that semester. What about you? Do you have plans after school?”

               Jungkook played with the end of her braid as he asked.

               “Um, long term plans, I don’t really know,” said Catalina. “But my dream is to perform in a ballet in France. I hope I can go there and audition after I graduate.”

               “You will, you’re really good,” said Jungkook. Catalina blushed and looked away before she did something crazy, like jumping him in front of everyone.

               “Thank you,” she said.

               “Why did you come all the way out here for college though?” Jimin asked. “You have huge schools in Michigan, and really good performing arts schools in Chicago.”

               “Ah, I think I just needed a change,” said Catalina. “I needed to get away. I miss my mom, but I didn’t like my friends there, I didn’t like my town, and ever since I came out as bisexual, my mom had been acting weird-“

               “No wonder you, Jungkook and Jimin all get along!” Jin interrupted. “Birds of a feather!”

               “Whoa, Jin! So, we’re just outing everyone now?” Jungkook exclaimed. Jimin sighed and rolled his eyes.

               “It’s fine, I already knew about you,” Catalina said, patting Jungkook’s thigh.

               “I never told you though,” he said.

               “Jungkook, what was the first thing you noticed about Namjoon?” Catalina asked.

              Jungkook blushed and said, “Thighs.”

              Catalina raised an eyebrow. Namjoon looked up with wide eyes.

              “Plus, I know you knew it was gonna rain during the baseball game. That’s why you had everyone wear white shirts,” said Catalina.

               “That was for you too,” he said with a smirk.

               “It was definitely for both of us,” said Catalina, making him laugh. “I appreciate it though.”            

               “I know,” he said, slipping an arm around her waist. “I saw the way you were looking at me.”

               “Okay, I’m about to puke,” said Jimin. “Jimmy K, hurry up and talk about yourself before these two get out of hand.”

               Jimmy K chuckled and said, “Well, I’m working on my Masters in Astrophysics, and after grad school, I hope to work for NASA.”

               “Jungkook said you were a ‘former bad boy’?” Catalina asked, laughing. “What did that mean?”

               “During high school, I used to cause a lot of trouble in this town I guess,” said Jimmy K. “The police chief was my arch nemesis, but now I work with him.”

               “Wow, so cool,” Catalina said, sighing dreamily. Jungkook snorted beside her. Jimmy K threw her a wink.

               “I already know what Jin is gonna do after college so no need to share-“ Jungkook began.

               “Jungkook, you brat! I know what you’re gonna say!” Jin said, pointing a finger at him.

               “What?”

               “You were gonna say that I’m gonna be a housewife and stay-at-home mom,” Jin said.

               “Hey, you said it, not me,” said Jungkook. Jin took off his slipper, got up, walked over, and swatted Jungkook over the head with it. Jungkook leapt to his feet and chased after him.

               “He’s getting his teacher’s license,” said Jimmy K.

               “You want to be a teacher?” Namjoon asked. Jin shoved Jungkook off of him and sat back down. Jungkook dropped back into his spot next to Catalina.

               “Yeah, I want to teach elementary,” said Jin.

               “Oh god, good luck,” Yoongi mumbled.

               “Well, you better hurry up,” said Jungkook. “Your youth is fading away quickly.”

               Jin grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at him. Jungkook retaliated and soon, the whole room erupted into a pillow fight.

[botwstoriesandsuch]

casual anon checkup how you doin

Let’s see, well we just breached 4am, and the sense of urgency to complete some school work has finally kicked in. I got my laptop propped up on the kitchen counter, and I just finished making some houseblend coffee that I loaded with milo powder for “health” purposes. Gotta finish up this AP Stat quiz while pretending I have some semblance of what the hell is going on in the class that I don’t pay attention to. I got my fancy bluetooth headphones that I connect with the wire anyway because I don’t like using up the battery, and I’ve had this acoustic cover of Solitary Warrior Revali looped for a few minutes now--I need those soft vibes to distract me from my thoughts about how the only reason I’ve been so sluggish with my work overall is probably due to years of ingrained perfectionism and inability to adapt my standards to the currently circumstances of the world along with my slightly declining mental health so you know--music’s nice. 

Oh! And my dad got me this electric coaster (as pretentious as that sounds, I know. Leave me and my not-cold drinks alone ok) for the holidays and it matches with my favourite mug that I’m drinking from right now so, it’s the little things :3 Plus, not to derail myself from my school life intentionally, I’ve been working on this sheet music for one of my songs for a few weeks now and it’s starting to actually sounds pretty decent so yaay!! Probably won’t share it for a long time though...I’ve really been only working on it on and off again when I have “free time” [which may or may not just be my online class gym period hey you can’t prove anything to the cops]

Uhhh what else can I shove in here...”How you doin” pfft, I don’t really know how to make this ask funny or entertaining. Well I’ve nearly finished up this zine piece about the Royal Tech Lab so that’s fun (shameless plug for the Memorabillia Zine) aaand, I’m picking my kalimba again to learn Mipha’s theme. About time, cause I have to record shit for the [REDACTED] project I’m working on >:) heh. Oh fucking SHIT now that I think about it I have like three different secret projects I’m working on huh...haven’t even finish the script for that damn au...OK what it, right, “how am I doing” well, I’m doing everything and nothing currently, if that makes any sense. Your possible regrets about sending this to me aside, it feels good to just lay everything on a plate, shit out a post, and then never talk or acknowledge it ever again. It’s like birds, you know how they just take a ten pound shit in the mourning and never look back? (That way they don’t need to go during the rest of the day) That’s what this is, just a giant load of bullshit that I’m gonna set out at 5am and then never look at again. 

You know as unhealthy as it sounds I really do dedicate a lot of time to this blog and this fandom. I mean sure not all of it (arguably any of it) is productive, but hey it’s something. The fuck else am I gonna do with my time...you wake up, you slam your keyboard awake to show up to online class, you take a nap, you spend a few hours keeping up the cishetallo gifted student appearance to your parents and then spend the rest of your time finding enough serotonin on the internet to make your brain work. Hell if I’ve talked to another human being in real life all year. Even my parents just kinda talk about the news and “how was class” during dinner which lasts like 10 minutes. My dad just kinda pisses off to work as soon as breakfast is made, and my mom just kinda stays in her office until everyone’s back and she makes dinner. Wait, that’s a lie, she does talk to me on Sunday mornings when she informs me of how I’ve ruined her day before church. So you know I do prefer it that way anyhow, why the hell would I want to talk with them when I got perfectly entertaining internet companions. What’s a “what scholarship programs are you doing?” to a *checks notifications*, “why are Rito fingers like that if they molt to they just lose the ability to--” god fucking dammit...

So! What were we saying--how am I doing? Welp. Guess it’s up for interpretation cause I sure as hell don’t know the answer to that. The hell would you do with the answer anyway. Pity points, praise points? I don’t particularly care for either. God I just realized you introduced yourself as “casual anon,” HA....apologies this is the opposite of casual isn’t it. Or, well maybe it isn’t. I’m the one just having a nice little chitchat with myself as I sip through my mug o’ caffeine. I might have to add a keep reading bar to this so I don’t blog up the dash, but also that would be ironically humorous to see for such a stupidly small question huh. Idk, contrary to popular belief I don’t have a spine so I’m probably not gonna unload all this shit on my followers like that out of the blue. Hell I’d be surprised if I actually posted this. Then again...5am and vibin with bad decision making.....plus the sentiment of putting something out to be seen is always nice.

You ever watch Bojack Horseman? Fantastic show, it’s just on a whole ‘nother level when it comes to writing. And yeah, I probably should have been watching it in the first place, BUT.............yeah ok there’s real excuse I probably shouldn’t be watching it/have watched it. But there’s this one episode in Season 4 I think? It’s where Bojack gives a eulogy for his mother’s funeral and the entire episode is just that, it’s just this giant monologue of him giving his eulogy. And that episode always facinated me because it is probably the most interesting episode in the entire show and one of my favourites, and like...how did they do that?? How did they make twenty minutes of talking so engaging and entertaining? I mean, yeah, I could probably analyze the pacing and structure to find the answer, and hell if I’ve watch my share of youtube video essays on the subject. But like, just the entire concept that someone had the idea to make 20 minutes of talking an entire episode....that’s just insane (forgive the language). 

It’s one thing to want to talk about yourself for a long time and be interesting, but to pour all kinds of energy to make some made-up fictional character talk about THEMselves for a long period of time...is that sad? Or maybe it’s respectable. /to make an audience care more about something that’s not real rather than you. Well, perhaps that’s selfish thinking. 

Oh! You know what, I just got this super nice message from someone the other day about a Raybands giveaway. Obviously, I’m not in the need for sunglasses during this day and age so I kindly declined and ignore the offer, but it got me thinking: how liked to you have to be in order to sway someone to clicking a random link. Like I’m talking about your friends or something, but like, if you opened your door oneday and Mr. Rogers was there selling clementines, would you buy them? Or if Lin Manuel Miranda offered you a vaccum, would you buy it? What’s the standard of known niceness that constitutes to you complying with what they’re asking? I sure would like to know....not for manipulation purposes but just for...idk, just having that tangibility of something. 

Ah well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw how am i doing. Well I’ll tell you what I’m doing, I’m procrastinating. Procrastinating on work and wips and conversations and dilemmas. You don’t fail all the shots you don’t take afterall *wink wink* aaand for legal reasons that was a joke. Idk, you tell me how I’m doing, fuck if I know. According to this empty mug, I’m doing well, but I also will be doing a piss in the bathroom probably.

[goodvibesprompttime]

EEEEE I adore the second sickly head cannons! ^o^

Thank you for allowing me to be 🍄 !! I love this little blog and cant wait until it blows up! But until then >_>

Maybe some hybrid cannons? Like how Sam is a creeper hybrid, Fundy being a fox/part salmon (no matter how much he denies it) Technos piglin blood, Phil along with Tommy&Wils  avian bloodline, Sapnaps blazyness. Ya know just some domestic head cannons, like how they’d relax and unwind, and taking care of their hybrid side?

Hello again my 🍄-y anon! Your words are too kind to me! I don’t think my little corner of tumblr will ever “blow up” - but I like bringing ideas for anyone who sees them! 

If you saw someone I didn’t include, or want to see more people on the DSMP, I ill happily make a part 2!

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TLDR:

Sam spends his time taking care of stray cats and raccoons(and technically adopted one he named Punk)

Fundy likes baths and honoring his mom

Sapnap just wants a lava bath and to be with his fiancés

Techno likes his hair being played with and to look like the cover of a dark academia novel

Avian bois have different opinions on their wings

Phil is an old man

Wilbur is emotionally detached

Tommy is just trying to take life slow and live that sweet, sweet cottage/goblincore life

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When he was younger, Sam was terrified of cats - full phobia, always running away, scared that, even though he’s a hybrid, that the cats sharp claws will pierce his skin too much and cause him to explode. While this won’t kill him, it... hurts....

However, when Sam met Ponk, Ponk introduced him to cats, Sam became less afraid of them, and even takes care of the stray cats(and raccoons) that are around the prison.

Sometimes, when the nights are especially rough, and being alone in the prison is too much to bare, Sam brings in a specific brown and orange stray cat - feeds it, takes care of it, let it get warm. He makes sure its fur isn’t matted, and their claws are clipped(not declawed, thankfully). And when the cat climbs into his arms, purring, Sam finds himself laughing at how he was once afraid of these adorable fluffballs.

BTW - he named the cat Punk.

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Fundy takes frequent baths or else his fur gets dry and sometimes falls out, and his skin gets all scratchy and dry, and it’s very uncomfortable. Long baths with bubbles, a dim lighting, and some candles keep Fundy happy and relaxed. And when his thoughts get too loud, he plays music on his little radio.

Fundy also likes going to the sea and collecting seashells. They remind him of his mom, and how, before she, well, passed, she use to make him crowns of seashells, seaweed, and pearls. He also asks, whenever he comes across salmon(both common salmons and the merlings), for stories about his mother - if they knew her. She was a very sweet salmon merling, and Fundy has every story written down. Sometimes he reads them - in bed, in the bath, just by the fire, whenever he wants to feel closer to her.

He also carries around fae spoons (spoons made out of seashells and wiring)

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Techno likes when Phil plays with his hair - its comforting, and while Techno isn’t really one for physical touch, he makes the exception for his close friends. When he’s stressed, you can tell cause he takes out his braid and starts messing with his hair. He messes with his hair a lot in prison, mostly cause it comforts him. 

Techno does know how to braid too, although Phil’s hair is a little short (only about to his shoulder). Techno, as a hybrid, doesn’t have a lot of needs or demands, he tends to either relax with training or reading. 

Don’t ever tell anyone else that he likes sitting by a fireplace, cozying up to Steven and/or Phil while they sleep/read to him. Add some tea or hot chocolate, and Techno will be hibernating early.

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Sapnap + lava bath = happy blaze noises

Sapnap also loves cuddles with Karl, having small picnics/tea parties with Karl, laying his head in Karl’s lap while the time traveler tells stories and messes with his hair, can’t forget their small hikes, and collecting cool rocks for their shared collection, or having dinner with Karl.

He misses doing these things with Quackity too

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Our avian bois!

Like all avians, the three have to preen and pluck their feathers to keep them healthy. They can either do this themselves or have help - although it’s a little bit emotionally difficult because, well, you know why you shouldn’t touch your bird’s wings. Lovers/Partners and sometimes very close friends and family can help with preening and plucking - parent avians teach their children how to, after all. But, there are some avians who don’t have such feelings or don’t associate those feelings with wing-touching. 

Anyways - Phil finds plucking and preening relaxing, Wilbur finds it a chore but can’t help but to relax and calm the f*ck down when someone helps him, and both are calming stims for Tommy. 

Phil will mostly do both by himself, but sometimes he asks Techno to help.

Wilbur did both by himself after Sally’s death, and it’s incredibly taboo for him for others to help - he is an avian that associates wing-touching with *ahem*, and has slapped Quackity during an argument when the casino-owner accidentally slapped his hand against them. That ended the argument quickly. 

Tommy isnt as big a hugger as he once was. It’s not that he associates wing-touching with *ahem*, its just that he doesn’t want to bother people. He’s traumatized and this is his stim - he’ll deal with it. It doesn’t help that his wings are under-developed. (Tubbo has helped him before, and, once, Tubbo was having a panic attack and Tommy helped him calm down by having Tubbo pluck his feathers. According to Tubbo, they are very soft)

Individually?

Phil likes relaxing with tea and a good puzzle, taking the dogs on a walk, sometimes riding Bob(Steve’s... brother or boyfriend polar bear) through the forest. Sometimes all you need is peace and quiet.

Wilbur still loves making music, but he doesn’t really have any healthy way to relax. Except, maybe, taking naps hugging a pillow tightly.

Tommy has a few ways to unwind and relax. Gardening is his big one, painting, trying a new hobby (like embroidery, knitting, crochet, painting, poetry, learning to mimic bird calls), playing games with Shroud, watching the sunset, watching the stars, reading, rearranging his very goblincore clay figures for the 100th time. He has a lot of free time, he has to use it somehow. He’s taking life slow. 

But Tommy’s favorite way to rewind?

Mediation. (and sometimes shifting to his desired realities)

Some of his desired realities include the OSMP (but he hasn’t shifted there in a long time), his “funniest videos”, and this strange thing called MCC? 

[legemjohn]

an introduction.

by now the "vinyl resurgence" has been so talked about, so reported on, so lived in that even kids know about it. you can easily catch children barely old enough to drive flexing a collection deep enough to make a lifelong aficionado envious, or a few choice cuts that are worth enough second hand to pay off someone's student loans. this isn't anything new anymore, it simply is. but for me, growing up, i didn't know what the hell "vinyl" was. my first experience with it was crawling around the floor in the family room of my childhood home, pulling back a door on our TV stand, and finding a short row of tall, colorful spines hidden behind a bag of playstation controllers. the pigments were faded, the text eaten up by missing pieces of print, the corners dented... they looked neglected, almost like antiques. i carefully grabbed one and pulled it out from the back of the cabinet, holding it in front of my face and trying to figure out what the hell it was. the picture on the front, while desaturated from years of dusty living, held a bright and warm color scheme that grabbed my eye immediately. hues of red and purple blended together on top of a large drawing of what kinda looked like bird wings, kinda looked like a flower in full bloom. a marble in the middle held a bob ross lookalike landscape inside, almost like a snowglobe. across it all was a single word in blue: "journey". "wait, journey? ugh, i hate journey." in my house, the only music that ever played was journey adjacent. any soon to be "classic rock" hair metal and blues rock bands you can think of, the more stereotypical the better, were the norm. journey, bon jovi, aerosmith... these were what i exclusively heard growing up. before i heard anything else, i enjoyed the music enough, but at this point, i had already had a borderline religious experience listening to "hybrid theory" by linkin park for the first time and realized what i had been missing out on. those aforementioned bands, with their flaccid riffs and sing along choruses just didn't hit anymore. regardless, my initial confusion wasn't quite solved. so, this has to do with the band journey, but what was this? i turned it over to see a list of songs on the back. i didn't really recognize any except for "wheel in the sky", a track that would often play from the speakers on top of the tv stand i was curled under. did this thing have music on it? i flipped it back around and felt one side of it gently open. looking inside, i was taken aback by how bad it smelled. it reminded me of my grandparent's basement, especially the corner of it filled with bins of old picture books that probably had seen more mold than air in recent years. the symptoms of neglect began to pile up. despite the less than stellar sensory experience at hand, i reached inside and grabbed hold of what felt like a thin plate. pulling it out softly, i found myself holding a flat, black disc. looking at the label, the deeply etched grooves, the rainbow pattern that would faintly shoot across the surface just in the right light, it dawned on me... i had seen these before! it wasn't rock music that introduced me to vinyl, but hip-hop... albeit, somewhat subliminally. countless music videos, photo shoots, album covers all featured these flat, black discs... either spinning endlessly or being pushed, flipped, and altogether manhandled by DJs. i didn't know what DJs did, but i at least knew that if someone was behind a machine with these discs on them, they were a DJ. eventually, my mother walked in and tersely told me to put the item back. i obliged and didn't think much of it for the immediate future. but as i got older and my passion for music grew insatiable, what i now knew as "records" or "LPs" became a curiosity i just couldn't ignore. my deep love of hip-hop led me to learn the history of house parties and sampling, educating me not only on LPs as a medium but as a tool. artists like trent reznor would speak endlessly about their experiences at record stores, how a single copy of pink floyd's "the wall" changed their life

beyond just the music in the grooves. i was entranced and i wanted in. meekly, i asked my mother if i could have some of the records sitting in the cabinet, maybe even just the duplicates. she flat out rejected the idea, to my dismay. i didn't even know how i could get a hold of these! i didn't have a credit card, so ebay was out of the question, plus i didn't have any record stores near me. but, i knew i could eventually find one if i looked online hard enough. for what i believe was my 12th or 13th birthday, i spent all my collected present money on a mail order shopping spree. i dropped something like $50 on CDs and 2 records from chicago's reckless records, to the confusion of my parents. while my love of music was growing in a way they couldn't ignore (despite them not even knowing yet i had been releasing music online already), any holiday money i would collect almost immediately got dropped off at a gamestop (or eb games when they were still around... or a babbages when they were still around) and exchanged for the newest tony hawk or gran turismo game. but no, not this time. this time, i was cashing out on music. so, when the package finally arrived and i excitedly had my mother open it, euphoria rushed in at lightning speed when i saw a black square inside, the same dimensions as that "journey" record all those years ago. sure, it was a cheap and somewhat scratched copy of a "the hand that feeds" remix 12" from nine inch nails (and a 45 copy of the "somewhere i belong" single from linkin park below), but it was my cheap and somewhat scratched copy. i didn't even have a record player, but i had finally did it... i bought my very own record. over 10 years, numerous moves, one massive sell off, and a half-decade tenure at a record store later, i currently have a record collection of over 500 pieces. i spent years and years endlessly curating and collecting LPs from all across the world, of any and all genres, and in all manner of conditions. and now i'm selling them. see, now we arrive at the point. (sorry for making you wait so long.) after all this time, i've made the decision to sell the vast majority of the collection i've basically spent a lifetime putting together. it wasn't an easy decision to make, as the idea bounced around in my head for years before i finally succumbed to the necessity of it, but this blog will be my way of giving the history i've been so lucky to collect over the years a proper, respectful send off. so here we go. over the next however long, i will be melodramatically and probably infrequently giving chunks of my collection one final rotation on my turntable, making my peace and saying my goodbyes to a part of my life that's come to define my relationship with my deepest passion: music. i'll reflect and share any stories or thoughts here as i go through, and hopefully someone other than myself will find some joy, entertainment, or even connection in these words. let's begin.

[ghanimengal]

The Complete Press Release Strategy For Marketing Your Blog

Press Release strategy and press releases are a fantastic way to spread the word out. It’s the most effective and efficient way of telling and announcing new product launches, events, market studies, or even celebrating your company’s anniversary and redesigning your website.

As a digital marketer and blogger everyone should understand and use PR (Press Release) in a marketing campaign. The benefits of publishing press releases are much powerful for bloggers and writers of this day and age.

As a writer and blogger, I need to be published on many popular websites around the web. But doing this isn’t slicing a pie, it requires back-busting work and tons of tons of networking with other blogs and platforms. Which can take your 3–5 years. Even More!

But that’s where the press releases come into play. If you use press releases properly and plan ahead for them, you can be featured on many popular websites and can receive quality backlinks which can help boost your rankings even more.

So, in this post, I’m going to explain how press release strategies can help you and what you should do to get the advantage of it. I’m also going to give you some real-life case studies and my own personal experiences. And finally, there would be a collection of Press Release templates that will help you a lot in your journey. So Good Luck Buddy!

What Is A Press Release?

Press Release is a piece of content that a company or individual releases to inform the members of the media about the company’s new activities or milestones.

In other words:

Press releases are also called news releases or media releases and are released by a company to inform the world about their new hires, developments, events, and product launches.

Should You Spend Time On Releasing Press Releases?

If you are a big monopoly like Google, Apple, SpaceX, Amazon where people are always publishing new content about you and your company without even bothering you then you shouldn’t have to worry about distributing your press release about your new product launch or event.

But if you are reading this article I guess you aren’t a big brand or company. So you have to spread the word out by yourself. You have to let people know about your new products, events, and programs.

Distributing press releases can get you the following benefits:

Get Covered By News/Media sites and blogs

Bring new eyeballs to your company and brand and drive traffic

Get your brand or company on Google News

Improve your Google rankings

Get discovered by potential customers

Get your brand reputation

Boost your brand’s trust and credibility

Do Something Newsworthy

First of all, you have to come up with a fresh and newsworthy idea that other bloggers, news sites, and journalists will want to cover on their platforms. Something Newsworthy.

It might seem hard to come up with something that journalists and news sites will want to cover. But the truth is it’s not that complicated.

Your newsworthy idea can be as simple as hiring someone new to your team, releasing new research or study, launching a new product, releasing a new book, joining or resigning from a team or corporation, and even it could be your new blog post.

In fact, Kevin Miller sent out this press release on Cision to announce his new blog post.

As you see, you don’t have to discover a new species of birds or create a new type of invention. As long as you are creating and publishing something new you are good to go.

With that in mind, here are a few types of newsworthy content that you can create.

New Researches

Journalists and news sites are always looking for new industry researches to publish on their platforms.

According to the Marketing-Land survey, 39% of journalists, state that they want to be pitched content that contains “exclusive research”.

Here’s an example of the ABC News site:

New Product Launches

If you are launching a new product or service you can easily create and distribute a press release for your product launch. It can help you spread the word out.

For example, Here’s a press release about a new blockchain trading platform.

Create A Compelling Title

Once you have a newsworthy idea and opportunity now it’s time to create a compelling title for your press release. Your title is going to play a huge role in your press release strategy. If you do it right not only your press release can be published on different sites but also people want to share your content even more.

Let’s again take the example of the backlinko’s industry study and how they used their title to reach more success:

You can use numbers to grab the attention of readers, you can use power words or anything that makes your title stand out. But be authentic and don’t use clickbait titles. Here is an article from HubSpot that will explain how you can create amazing titles.

Write Your Press Release Lead

Lead is your press release opening paragraphs or your introduction paragraphs. It has so much potential that it can make or break your entire press release. Be very cautious and selective when choosing words for your lead. It is as important as your post title.

You have to optimize your post’s first paragraph or your first 3–5 sentences in a way so it could grab the attention and interest of journalists.

Here is an article guide from News Wire to better understand How to write a press release lede?

Start Writing Your Press Release Body

Now we have a newsworthy idea, a great title, and a lead. Now it’s time to start writing the body of the press release. And yes, it’s also very important that you should better optimize your body.

Write In The Third Person

When writing your press release body always remember to write in 3rd person. Don’t use the words, I, Me, We, and You.

Instead of writing:

“We are excited to announce our new product”

Write:

“XYZ company has launched their new product with lots of new features”

Make It Easily Skimmable

You should also optimize your press release for skimmers. It has to be easily skimmable.

Use States And Figures

Whenever it’s possible to add states and references to authority studies and sources, don’t waste the chance. Always try to add states in your press releases.

Add Quotes

It’s optional. If you like to add any relevant quote in your press release, then it can improve your formatting and structure. But it’s up to you. You can skip it if you want.

Add Multimedia

Add some final touches to your press release.

Screenshots

Images

Graphs

Headshots

Logos

Diagrams

Videos, etc.

Add Your Contact And Personal Info

Once you have completed all the steps now you can add your contact information. If you want to add your personal information like your bio or a description of your company then it would be a positive sign for your press release.

Proofread And Rewrite

Finally, when you are done with your writing, it’s time to proofread your content and rewrite it if necessary. I would like to say that don’t start proofreading right after you finished your writing. Take your time (at least 1 hour) before proofreading and rewriting your content.

Further Reads:

Why Website Structure Is Crucial For Enhancing Your SEO

SEO Marketing Techniques: A Handy Guide To Learn SEO In 2021

Press Release Toolkit

Here is a free press release toolkit for you. In this toolkit, you can find 17 different press release templates and other important information about press releases.

You can download the press release toolkit from here.

Conclusion

Now we have done with our quick press release strategy and you also have a press release toolkit with different press release templates. Now, I would like to hear from you. You can comment down your thoughts and experiences about the press release below in the comment section.

I hope you’ve found this guide helpful. And I’m finally leaving you with the words of Kurt Uhlir:

“The Best Marketers Are Always Creating Relationships. Relationships With Customers, Brands, And Other Marketers”.

Kurt Ulhir

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[ianfrancis-blog]

Hi! This is my first blog and I would like to share my adventurous journey about my life. Let’s start. My name is Ian Francis Maranan. I’ve been living for 20 years since the day I was born on the 25th of October, year 2000. I’m currently living in the city of Calamba, province of Laguna. When I was younger, I was an introvert. I don’t like interacting with anybody other than my family. Many people don’t know the truth about me, not even some of my friends.

I am the fifth and last son of my biological parents. Yes, I am an adopted child. It is because of an emotional turmoil that my family was going through that time. Truth is during the whole duration of me being inside my mother’s womb, every single family member didn’t know that she was conceiving me. They only discovered it when my godfather heard my cry as a baby. The pregnancy was not expected nor my birth because it was just recent when my brother was born. During that time, my biological mom is experiencing a psychological problem so she’s been emotionally unstable resulting to our family facing financially insecurity. For everybody, I am the miracle baby. Despite the challenge that my biological family, there is still hope.

I was adopted by the eldest sister of my biological mom who is my Mama Dorie. She is one of the many Overseas Filipino Workers in Macau. She is still single until now so I’m very sure that I am the only boy in her life. Though I was left here by Mama Dorie with my Lola, Mama Dorie and Mama Gloria’s mom, we never failed to communicate with each other. I am really blessed, right? I have three mothers, a father and four brothers.

For 11 years, my Lola took care of me and loved me. I was in grade 5 then, but I can still remember how dark my days when she died. I really miss her. I miss when she brings me to school and takes me home every single day. I miss her ways of disciplining me. I miss her every Sundays I go to mass because it reminds me of her wanting me to grow up as a child who is God fearing. But I’m still thankful I had her for 11 years of my life and I would treasure those times and memories with her.

After the death of my grandma, I was left in the custody of my Tita Delia until I graduated grade school. Tita Delia is a day care teacher and the mother of my best friend and cousin, Benok. I had been a consistent honor student then. With the help of my biological brother, who is a licensed teacher now, I excelled in my studies. He’d been very patient with me every day so I guess I had to give back through a bit of recognition in school.

I graduated in grade six as the second honorable mention or top four of our class. That time, my Tita Delia was supposed to be with me on graduation but I was surprised when Mama Dorie showed up on the day of my graduation ceremonies. I was still in shock Mama Dorie and I claimed my diploma and academic awards at the stage provided. But that doesn’t end there; Mama Dorie brought me to Macau and Hongkong as a graduation gift.

After that, I continued my journey at the city of Makati. Mama Dorie decided to send me to my godmother’s house to live and continue my studies because things were a bit complicated when Lola passed away and no one will take care of me. Not even my brother because he needed to focus in his work to support the needs and finances of my biological family. So, I started studying in Gen Pio Del Pilar National High school in Makati as a grade 7 junior high school student. At first, I was really nervous. Imagine; you have been some kind of an introvert for years than suddenly you are in a new place with no acquaintance. Scary, isn’t it?

In spite of my shyness, I tried my best to have some friends in school and luckily, I gained a lot of them and found that extrovert part of me. Every holiday, I visit Laguna to have some vacation. I finished junior high school in Makati city. I experienced facing challenges and sharing memories as a student and as a friend. Although junior high school wasn’t a paradise, I still had great memories. I’ve gained a group of true friends which was formed during grade nine and grown at grade ten. We named ourselves “team hoCage”. We thought it was funny when one of my friends pronounced hokage as hocage and so we laughed and decided to use the word as the name of the group. I will never forget those treasured bonding memories that I had with my friends. At the day of our moving up ceremony, I thought it will be the last day I’ll see them; we hugged and promised that we will bond again. Now, even from afar, we still talk together through online communication.

Moving on, I decided to continue my studies in Laguna at an IT school named AMA Computer College-Calamba campus. Taking science, technology, engineering, and mathematics strand. For the last 2 academic years, senior high school has been very challenging yet fun for me. I’ve made new friends. I had come to learn to be more independent. It has been a year of learning as well. And though it was tough, I am grateful, especially to God, my friends, and family who have always been there to help and support me. I am hoping there will be more wonderful, exciting and blessed experiences to come in my journey through life.

For now, I am currently a student in second year at City College of Calamba, taking an IT course. I am grateful for experiencing college life, still in progress until I graduated. This period of time is not that easy as an adult. I'm always thinking about my future and whether I will be successful. Many responsibilities will come, so I should be ready to face them. Today, this pandemic has had a major effect on our lives. Many of us are facing challenges that can be stressful and that can cause strong emotions in adults and children. One of the major effects is education. Many students are struggling with their modules and online classes, and some of them are worsening their mental health conditions. I hope this pandemic ends soon.

Now, I’m focusing on the things I like. First on the list is my love for arts. I draw a lot. I love creating portrait and anime drawings. I wish to be recognized someday as one of the popular artists in the world. I also like taking pictures with my smart phone usually through selfies or groufies with my friends and taking pictures of sunset and post it on my Instagram or Facebook accounts. A lot of people say that I have skills in photography. Someday, I also wish to have a dslr camera. Definitely, my life will not be complete without sports. Badminton is first on my sports list which I started playing since childhood. Second is playing volleyball. I also love playing strategic games like chess and dama. I also dance and I consider it as my passion. I like watching hip-hop and urban dance videos because it really makes me happy. As a result, I’m become a fan of Matt Steffanina and Sean Lew for the reason that they are the great dancers and choreographers and that they keep inspiring the people in the field of dance. I’m also a certified music lover and I can’t live without it. I play music that fits me when travelling, feeling alone, feeling sad and feeling bored. Music is my source of happiness. Just by plugging the earphones, you can easily forget the world.

After all, I feel blessed and I’m thankful for the good things that had come into my life and for all my friends and my family who never fails to put a smile on my face. In life, we commit mistakes but always put in mind the things we learned from it. There will always be a bad days and problems will come into your life but never give up and always stick of the positive side of life! There will be a way to solve it and let our God guide you always.

I want to thank you for reading and I hope I made you smile :) Have a nice day! :D

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Agency Studio {Karthik Ramani} Reviews | Scam Or Does It Really Works?

WHAT IS Agency Studio?

Agency Studio is a cloud-based software that helps you to convert visitors into paying customers with a simple ‘trick’ & offer any agency service to Local businesses. This is absolutely the perfect tool for landing clients and providing them with highly captivating, profit pulling videos that work in any business or niche.

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Agency Studio Review – FEATURES  & BENEFITS.

1. Create/ Customize Buyer Journeys for Unlimited Services

Be it any service that you want to sell you can customize a buyer journey that will land you clients without you having to do any selling! All it takes is a few simple clicks to have this up & running.

2. Offer Variations & Variable Pricing

Offer multiple options to choose from and even provide variable pricing. Offer accurate estimates on-page based on precise customer requirements. If your client’s video is 8 minutes then give them the precise pricing for 8 minutes. Not a minute less or more!

3. Add-ons to increase your cart Value

Easy way to increase your revenue by offering Add-ons and bumps that people will love to pick at the checkout.

4. Display your Media / Style / Colour Themes / Video

Help your potential clients choose the right style of videos or any pattern you want them to choose from. Easy way to understand your client’s requirements and deliver accordingly.

5. Collect Detailed Buyer Requirements

Collect information from buyers by asking them the right questions based on the service you intend to provide. You can get inputs about their business, collect samples, their ideas and even get links of the source files which you need to work with. Perfect way to understand client’s requirement and leave no room for ambiguity!

6. Payment Integration

Hassle-free Payment integrations to collect payments. You can add your paypal, Stripe or Razorpay and collect payments effortlessly. Your Agency will look professional, authentic and will command authority! Also ensures your visitor is converted into a paying customer before they leave the page!

7. Add a FAQ section

Address all possible questions your potential customers may have before picking your service. Best way to keep them interested and seal the deal while they are still on the page.

8. Embed Code / Widget Code to add your service to ANY website

You can easily add the embed code or widget code of your service to any of your Agency websites and see the magic happen. Client-Getting Feature #9

9. Hosted URL for your Service

We also give you a hosted URL for the service you want to offer. You can directly drive traffic to this URL. You can also cName map to have the URL point to your own domain.

10. Included Video Agency Website

We have left no stone unturned. There is also an included Covrr Style Video Agency website which you can start using as your own. No need to create your Agency website from scratch! Infact, I can keep going on and on with the features that we have packed inside Agency Studio that will ensure you keep adding

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Agency Studio Review- WHO IS Agency Studio INTENDED FOR?

1  Digital Marketers

2  Business owners

3 Beginners

4  Product creators

5   Internet marketers

6   Freelancers

7. Ecom Store Owners

Agency Studio Review– PROS AND CONS

PROS:

I.No need to build websites from scratch

ii. Sell any service effortlessly

iii. No need to have any sales skills

iv.  Increase your client conversion rate effortlessly

v. Collect payments hassle-free.

vi. Fulfill orders smoothly

vii. Manage customers & deliver orders with ease

viii. 100% Newbie Friendly to Use Softwares

ix. Get repeat orders

x. One time payment – no monthly Fee

xi. 30 day money back guarantee

CONS:

So far I haven’t found any shortcomings in this software

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Agency Studio REVIEW – Frequently Asked Question

Q.What is included with my purchase today?

A. You get a Turnkey Agency solution using which you can land clients to sell high-paying video services! 1. Client Closing Engine that can Transform any landing page 2. Covrr Studio – To create engaging videos We went a bit crazy when creating this offer. Just the client closing engine or the Covrr Studio is a full tool on its own.

Q. Do I need to have an Agency Website to succeed with Agency Studio?

A. We also provide hosted URL for the services you want to offer but having a website is an added advantage.But thankfully we have included a fully Done-For-You Video Agency website with your purchase. So you’ve nothing to worry about!

Q. If I buy the commercial license – can I sell it to clients?

A. 1. Yes! You can use this to help freelancers & Agencies and clients. 2. You can also create unlimited videos for your clients and sell them for profits!

Q. Is this One Time Fee the Only Fee?

A. Yes, if you buy it right now you only pay a one-time fee during this launch period. We will start selling this at a recurring price in the future.

Q. What if I already own Covrr Studio?

A. Awesome! We have a special deal for you to get the Agency Studio upgrade plus all the new templates & training we have in the upsell. Get in touch with our support desk and they will give you a special link to purchase. This is ONLY if you own Covrr Studio already!

Q. How does this compare to other Agency tools?

A. Firstly, there is no other Agency solution that compares to Agency Studio! It is the first and only solution that combines a high-paying video service that you can offer along with a client-getting engine. If you are asking about the video tool part, it is loaded with a ton of first to market features.. So we don’t have any competition when it comes to incredible video wrapping technology, progress bars, countdown times, and automated captions!

Q. Will this platform be supported over the years?

A. Yes. Agency Studio has been developed by Karthik Ramani’s team that has created amazing products over the last 15 years. Some of them are Everlesson, Extempore, Skilexa, Marketpresso & many more. You will see consistent upgrades happening over the years for Covrr Studio. Heck, we have planned some amazing updates right after you join the platform. All in all, you are in safe hands. Get started right away!

Q. Can I upload videos of any length?

A. Yes! You are free to upload 1 minute video or even a 30 minute video. Make sure the file size is 300MB or less for us to add the Covrr Studio Magic.

Q. Is there any usage restriction for the automated transcriptions?

A. No, there isn’t any restriction on the usage. We use our own internal captioning model which has 85% accuracy. You also have the option of putting your Amazon Transcribe API key and have 95% accuracy. For most of the people a free tier from Amazon would be more than sufficient.

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Agency Studio REVIEW – PRICE AND EVALUATION

Front End: Agency Studio($42)

Let me recap what you will get inside Agency Studio

Agency Studio – Client management portal

Create Project

Create Service/Product

Client Order Management Dashboard (Live, Completed and Cancelled )

Embed code provision for created service/ Product

Widget code provision for service and product

Agency Website for video service

Hosted URL for the created service/product

Ability to add FAQ for the created service/Product

Ability to add branding logo for the project

Ability to add retargeting codes

Customer Management Dashboard

Export Customer as csv file

Ability to add buyer email notification.

Ability to add order delivery email notification.C

name Mapping Provision for Own Branding

Payment Integrations – Paypal, Stripe, Razorpay

Autoresponder Integrations

SMTP Integrations

For a limited time, you can grab Agency Studio with early bird discount price of $42, ONLY in the selected options below . Pick the option that you think will compliment your unique business needs, but hurry because the offer price wont last forever.

Agency Studio is available for a low one-time price for a short period only. Make sure you act before the prices rise. The price will keep on increasing every hour.

All 3 Agency Studio OTO/Upgrades INFO Given Below

OTO 1: MY AGENCY PROFESSIONAL ($57 – $67)>>More Details<<

 Let me recap what you will get inside

i.   Convert your video in multiple layouts in 1 click

  ii.   Unlimited custom font uploads

  iii.   Create your own Template

  iv.   Upload own trascription file

  v.   Download caption to use in Website/blog

  vi.   Clone Campaigns

  vii.   Additional Pro Templates

  viii.   Upload your own Mov file for Wrapper

  ix.   Collaborate with upto 10 Team Members

  x.   Virtual AssistantsAssign specific projects to Team members

  xi.   Monitor Status of all Projects

  xii.   200 high-converting Wrapper text

  xiii.   Captions from Videos with million of Views

  xiv.   Priority RenderingDirectly Share on Social Media

  xv.   10 DFY Social Media Ads to sell your Services

  xvi.   DFY Fiverr Gigs

  xvii.   High-converting Email Swipes

  xviii.   Cold-calling Script

  xix   Client Presentation

  xx.   Contract Document

OTO 2: AGENCY STUDIO – TEMPLATE CLUB ($27 – $47)>>More Details<<

Let me recap what you will get inside

  i.   25 Facebook Ad Video Templates

  ii.   25 Instagram

  iii.   Facebook Story video Templates

  iv.   25 E-commerce Video Templates

  v.   25 Meme Video Templates

  vi.   25 YouTube Video Templates

  vii.   25 Facebook Post Video Templates

  viii.   100 Local Business Video Templates

  ix.   20 New Templates Every month for 12 months

  x.  5 Custom Template Request

  xi.   Share Template Feature to sell your Templates to other Agency Studio Users

  xii.   Exclusive Facebook Group for Template Club Members

  xiii.   Access to list your Templates in Template Marketplace for selling to other users

OTO 3: AGENCY STUDIO – RESELLER>>More Details<<

Let me recap what you will get inside

  i.   Sell 100 Agency Studio (FE + Pro) access ($147)

  ii.   Sell 250 Agency Studio (FE + Pro) access ($247)

Agency Studio Review-Conclusion

Hopefully, with my honest thoughts about Agency Studio,I really hope it did help you with your buying decision. I understand the decision of taking out $34 one time price is not simply made but this investment is profitable and for a sustainable business.

Note:

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[eystuary]

Welcome to the fishing line!!

Hello everyone, welcome to @eystuary if you like my art or want to see more of what I draw, Do consider leaving a follow and reblog any pieces that make you smile! My name is Estrella, though I go by Est or Estrey. I’m currently a self taught artist just making art for fun! My pronouns are she/they, and I’m 20 years old, my birthday is in September making me a Virgo. My Mbti + enneagram test say I’m an ISFP 9w1. My art tag is #Eyst or #Artest (Please don’t follow, if you ship real people, inc*st ships, are a minor attracted persons, kink account, terf, ddlc/cgl, and anything in between what's listed) [Do not repost my art period. Sharing in discord servers and using them as icons is fine, as long as you reblog and leave a like on the original post!! linking people back to my blog is also appreciated as well.]

I’ve recently moved from my main blog @cubed-melon​. I made the decision to start fresh mostly for organization sake, since @cubed-melon​ is so full of content that isn’t my art work, and is just old in general, feel free to look through my old blog if you’d like, My art tag is Artest it mostly consist of Tower of god artwork. I also have an old splatoon art blog @coroinka​ that I have not posted on since maybe early 2020-2019 you may also check that out if you’d like!! click read more if you want to learn more rules or other fun facts about me!

Ask/submissions/dms

I am always open to both asks and submissions as for what I allow to be asked is a another thing here is a list of things you are welcomed to send,

- Questions you have about me or my art

- Art request or suggestions

- small talk/ conversation

- pictures of your pets dogs, cats, birds, reptiles etc

- whatever comes to mind!!

- clarifications, warnings, reminders, ect. You may always message me if I forget to tag something, or if you have any other issues with something I post, please contact me about it in my asks/dms first, and I’ll do my best to resolve whatever I can!! Just work with me and I’ll see what  I can do!!

- if you just need someone to chat with at any given time

What not so ask or send

-Anything listed on my Do not interact section of this post with reason

- Anything hurtful or cruel about me or anyone I’m friends with.

- Most drama or discourse (unless its something you desperately think I should be aware of!)

-unironic threats of violence against myself or others.

I have the right to choose not to respond to asks, submissions, and dms. If I choose, I’ll do my best to respond to what I can, but apologize to the ones I can’t.

Here is the section of my pinned post where I can go into a bit more detail about what I like!!

I enjoy a good handful of media, and would love to talk about them with anyone at any given time as I do enjoy meeting others and making friends through shared interest!!

Most recently I’ve been really into Genshin Impact, so it's been my focus as of recently ! but don’t be surprised if you see me drawing for other series, or my own original works, as my blog is focused on me just drawing what makes me smile, and in turn I hope it brings joy to others as well!!

Here is a small list of things I like. I'll try and update this every few months if something new happens to make the list!! other hobbies outside of art include but not limited to -Fishing even though I haven’t gone since I was little!! -Gardening, my favorite plants in my garden right now are my sunflowers, and zucchini plants!! also the lemon cucumbers <3 -Voice work/Voice acting, I never really practiced much until recently, but its something I do enjoy!! - Playing games and watching shows -sewing I’ve made a total of two quilts !! Top 5 favorite Fictional characters -25th Bam from Tower of God -Minamoto Koh | from Toilet-bound hanako kun -Bennett | From Genshin Impact -Pearl | From Splatoon 2 - Maki Zenin | From Jujutsu kaisen

Anime/tv series/manga series

-Mob psycho 100

-Demon slayer/Kimetsu no yabia

-Toilet-bound hanako kun

-The promised neverland

-Jujutsu kaisen

- Hunter x Hunter

-Tower of god !!

Video game series

-Genshin impact

-Splatoon

-Pokemon

-Animal crossing

-Hollow knight

[twisted-trunk]

 I Don’t Have Time for This [A Day In The Life]

I drag myself up from my bed, heaving heavy winter blankets off of me. I take one step away from my place of rest and despair. My medicine, pills placed in two separate containers; morning and night, lay on the dresser that functions more as a tall nightstand. Choosing the one closest to the door, I squint and try to remember the day. It shouldn’t be so hard between taking my meds and keeping my medical diary. Good thing I don’t fully close the tab from the day before. 

I take my medicine: some float on the water in my mouth, some are small, some are big. I down half my water bottle. My heating pad clinks to life as I tap the remote on the cord three times then slink back into place. I maneuver my laptop in front of me, slightly tilted then click on a YouTube video.

The window for sleep is gone. 

I’m tired. 

I open my phone. 

The time flashes brightly at me then gives way to my home screen. I click the weather app. The barometer reads 1023 hPa (hexopascals; normal or one atmosphere is 1013 hPa), last night ended at 1018 hPa. What’s the point in this, I ask myself even as I dutifully record it in my medical diary; I feel like shit either way and it’s been doing fucking backflips. 

Next, I record the time: 6:35. It’s winter. The sun isn’t up. My birds are, for the moment, quiet. The house isn’t awake. Save for the annoying neighbor that straight-piped their muffler, the world is quiet. The fish tank’s filter pours water back down into the tank. Car lights flash on the wall through the slight opening my layered curtains allow. Soon, the sun will come and the light will force its way into my world far before I’m ready. 

I can already tell it won’t be a cloudy day. 

I click a new YouTube video, something’s ought to catch my attention. I pray the depression med will finally do something. I pray the rest of the medicine with do something. The dose of one has been upped, there has to be a difference, right?

Through muscle memory, I click through apps. Weather. Instagram. Solitaire. Tumblr. Instagram. Safari. Solitaire. 

I check the time. 

6:53 am. 

Unconsciously, I sigh. I check my blogs though I know nothing’s new, no one has interacted with them; no notifications tell me otherwise. Still, though, I check. Maybe someone will want to talk with me. I think I expressed that enough? I hope I did. 

I don’t want the disaster or awkwardness from attempting to make conversation first but then really having nothing to say besides please talk to me, give me something, anything, I need something to take my attention away. Let me know I’m not alone. 

7:03 am. 

Light is invading more of my space. I pull the stiff blankets up as a pathetic barrier against it. I exit the YouTube video and search my recommended for something. 

I refresh. 

I refresh again. 

One more time. I click on something. I play with my phone again. The water continues to fall and splash. I open a different app. The noise grates on my thin nerves if I focus on it. I try my mindless games. Nope. 

I flow through Instagram and tumblr and instagram again. 

8:59 am. 

It’s bright and I don’t want to get up but I’m thirsty, and it’s a horrible feeling and my mouth is dry and my doctor even prescribed me to drink more and I don’t want a kidney stone. 

I don’t know how long it takes, but I get up and trample around my bed to fold the curtains in. The best it’ll get. The room is shaded only slightly; more so if it were darker out. Winter, I think, it’ll be darker, I think, but as ever, I remind myself that snow reflects light and it will be worse than a bright summer’s day.  

I grab the same cup I used the day before. My inner germaphobe winces but nothing’s been in there but water; I barely had enough energy yesterday to make myself a small bowl of pasta. 

I throw my forlorn, now warm compress into the freezer and ensure it’s shut with a knee to handle. I hate this freezer. 

I refill my glass and go to the bathroom. 

I come back and stand in front of my bed. Just do it, it think. You’re already up, I think. 

I shame myself into doing my physical therapy—at least the exercises I am able to do. Halfway through my first, I remember the ones I could have done before ever getting up to warm myself up for the rest. That was the plan I’d had for two weeks yet could never quite do it without flipping the order. I’ll lay down again anyway, after this I won’t have much pith and vinegar left. 

I never do. 

A few in, the hardest ones, I feel sick. Whether it be the “exhaustion” or unintentional dehydration or my poor eating habit courtesy of a very sickly stomach, I don’t know. 

I grit my teeth and focus on whatever distraction I’d last clicked on. 

I do some stretches in the middle, finish what’s left of it all while I’m still up. Then I lay down. I open my phone again as I begin this round of exercises and stretches. 

10:15 am. I write down when I started in my medical diary, giving a very wide birth of time considering my... inabilities. 

I click through apps again. YouTube plays in the background. My birds rise to an unknown challenge. I get up and whisper sweet nothings at them, half chiding them for being so damn loud. They direct their complaints directly at me. I give them food and open their cage doors. One flies directly onto my shoulder. Another makes declaration and flies past me to a tall perch. Two others share the same shyness. The rest take their time. Despite the time I’ve spent with them and my attempts at training over the last year or so, the second two flee my attempts to hold them. The last addition plain out tries to bite me. He doesn’t do it hard and still takes my finger as a perch, but his cuddlebug-ness needs direction. Still, he has his moments. I mumble at him and lightly chide him, petting him with my cheek as one hand has my phone and the other is holding him. I set my phone down and make entreaty towards the shyer two. They make exclamation and half hearted attempts to flee. They’ll come around. They all will, eventually. But now I have to lay down again. 

I pause in my room again. I look around. At what, I’m not quite sure, the thoughts come and go, barely a thing left behind. I mull on the thought of food. 

Nah. Nothing’s “ready.” Pulling something together seems too much. I set my cuddle bug on a perch on their birdy playground I have set up in my room. It’s next to the bike I got as an early Christmas present. 

I gather my laptop and make myself comfortable on the bike. I watch a YouTube video, my phone still open on solitaire. 

The video ends. I catch a glimpse of the time: 11:45 am. 

Nearly time to take my midday pills, I think as my legs continue to move and my finger clicks on another video. 

Finally, something catches my attention. 

I still play solitaire on my phone. 

I add a science-y video to my watch list. 

I check the barometer. 

1019 hPa. 

I keep peddling. 

1:51 pm. 

I get up and take my midday pills. 

I blow kisses to my birds as I refill my water. 

I stare at the counter for a minute. Food, I think, it’s about time. I need food. I evaluate my appetite and what my stomach would accept. Spaghetti, I decide. I retrieve my laptop and listen to a tiktok while I wait for the water to boil, and eat. 

I retreat back to my room to lay down and record the time I took my meds and ate. 

I text a friend. Something they say triggers me. I take a breath. That’s not how they meant it, I say to myself and do my best to tone down my response. It still comes off rudely. I hope they don’t take it the wrong way. 

3:47 pm. 

The light has faded some, the shadows have shifted. 

My friend and I make light conversation. Something viscerally in me feels off. It’s like when I dread something. 

I try to distract myself. 

3:51 pm. 

I move back to my bike. 

3:56 pm. 

I keep peddling. 

4:03 pm. 

I keep peddling. 

4:08 pm. 

I keep peddling. 

4:12 pm. 

I keep peddling. 

4:16 pm. 

I refill my water bottle. 

4:23 pm. 

I keep peddling. 

4:27 pm. 

I keep peddling. 

4:34 pm. 

I keep peddling. 

1022 hPa. 

My room is slightly darker than before. A YouTube compilation drones in my vision. 

Tomorrow will be rinse and repeat.

For the nth time, I think about all that I could be doing. I know why I can’t yet I shame myself all the same. 

I find something interesting to watch. 

Then refresh. 

And refresh.

And refresh. 

And refresh. 

I give up and turn to Netflix. 

Nothing. 

Something borderline interesting. 

6:50 pm. 

Dinner, maybe? Energy level? Nada. I’ll think about it later. 

Another video plays. I play on my phone, half interested in everything. 

7:13 pm. 

Dinner? 

I need food, I think. 

Can’t. 

I’ll regret it, I know. 

I’ll probably binge some in the morning whenever I get up. 

I don’t move from my place. I try to down talk myself for bed, for the hope of not staying up half the night. 

I drag myself up from my bed, heaving heavy winter blankets off of me. I take one step away from my place of rest and despair. My medicine, pills placed in two separate containers; morning and night, lay on the dresser that functions more as a tall nightstand. I take my medicine: some float on the water in my mouth, some are small, some are big. I down half my water bottle. My heating pad clinks back to life as I tap the remote on the cord three times then slink back into place. I close my laptop and set it further from me. 

That sickly feeling comes back. 

I realize it’s dread. 

I open my phone. 

[NOTE: this is not about suicide—I noticed after writing this that some things could be taken in such a way, hence this note.]

12/7/20

To those suffering: I see you; I support you; I love you.

~Rosa ❤️