#we are on row 12 out of. 30 ??????????. and boy

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welcome once again to me making incredibly specific memes to send to my mother

today's is brought to you by she warned me of this when i told her i was going to make a big granny square blanket

[jeanscowgirl]

unfinished

jean kirstein x reader college au, ex!jean kirstein x reader

warnings: smut, exes, college au, cocky jean, mean(?) jean, (idk what else)

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Jean Kirstein. The boy in your college French class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. 11-12:30 pm.

He sat a row in front of you with a few of his friends. He was incredibly cocky but smart, he was the smartest in the class. You hated him.

Yes, there was one time you two hooked up at a party your sophomore year in college.

And the time you were his girlfriend for 6 months after that…

But, nothing ever happened again. You two left it behind you.

After all, you hated him and he was a dick and he’s your ex boyfriend.

Regardless…

You took this class to get your language credit out of the way and it was your hardest class this semester. You were smart, you had good grades but Jean was better. This irked you so so so much.

You were used to being #1 in everything. Sports, music, and school. When you met Jean it changed.

Even when the two of you dated, there was always this competitive nature between you two. Some may say this is what caused the fall out of you two.

Jean broke up with you in a brutal way, at least that’s how you felt at the time.

“I’m sorry, I found someone else,” the words that would cloud your thoughts forever, along with the image of the new girl standing directly next to him.

Jean rarely spoke to you after that, and if he did, it was to brag about how he got a better grade than you.

It's Thursday, 11:15 am, your professor had just handed back the exam you had taken last Thursday. The professor gets to Jean first, then you. You don’t look up to see Jean’s reaction, you don’t care. Right?

He hands you your exam, you look at the top of the page, 75%. C. In BIG fat red ink.

“Fuck” you mutter under your breath because what the fuck is this score?

Unfortunately for you, Jean hears you. He turns around to look at you, “So what score did you get, Y/n?”

“Fuck off Jean,” You tell him, fed up already. It's not even noon.

You never get C’s. Your worst grade was an 85% and THAT was pushing it for you. You were distraught over a C.

“Well, I got a 98%, was a pretty tough exam,” He gives you the most condescending smirk you have ever seen.

You ignore him, you always try to ignore him. But, that never stops him. Jean is relentless.

You hate him.

“Y/n cmonn, just tell me what you got, I won’t judge” Now he’s leaning on your desk space, pissing you off even more.

“I said fuck off Jean.” And lucky for you, the professor starts class. Unable to hear his voice for a second more.

12:30 comes a lot quicker than you realize. Your professor dismisses class so you try to pack up as quickly as possible to avoid him.

You begin to walk out of class when someone grabs your backpack, “Hey. Stop, we weren’t done talking earlier.”

“Jean would you please just leave me alone,” You try to walk away

“Aw someones in a bad mood,” The same condescending smirk from before making another appearance. You roll your eyes and continue walking away, “Hey, wait for real. I can help you study!”

You freeze and slowly turn around, his proposal pissing you off more than ever. “I do not need YOUR help Jean.”

“Well you clearly did worse than me, my bad for trying to help, bitch,”

Before you could turn around, he was gone.

THREE WEEKS LATER

It had been three weeks since the last interaction between you and Jean. The last thing he said to you, was calling you a bitch.

It was Thursday again and you were getting another exam back. Same as three weeks ago, the professor gave Jean his test, then yours. You look at the top of your exam, hoping for a better score than last time.

65%. D. In Big. Red. Ink.

You gave no reaction this time. However, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Embarrassed. How could this happen?

You studied, you did everything you were supposed to. What wasn’t clicking?

“Y/n.” You look up from your paper to see your professor, “See me after class please,”

Jean hears this and starts giggling in front of you when your professor says, “You too Kirstein,”

Fuck. This time said internally.

12:30 doesn’t come quickly. Time DRAGS and you are only getting more anxious. It is agonizing sitting here so long. Waiting and waiting for what your professor will possibly say to the both of you.

You’re not paying attention, you’re not taking notes.

“Class is dismissed,”

That wakes you out of your trance, and you start to pack up your belongings. Everyone files out of the classroom except for you and Jean. You both walk up to the professor’s desk.

“So, Y/n, you’ve been struggling a lot more than the rest of the class the past few weeks, and I don’t know what's going on but I know you’re better than this,”

Ouch.

“Jean, I am asking that you please meet with Y/n at least once a week to assist her with this class. I’m hoping you will help me out here as you are the best in this class, somehow,”

This is not what you wanted. Not ever in a million years. You hate Jean. Right?

Yes. You hated him.

You try to argue with him but he quickly shuts it down, “Y/n you’re going to graduate next semester and you need this class to do so, I wouldn’t argue,”

“No problem, I’ll help her,” Jean tells your professor, oddly calm.

“Thank you Jean, you two are dismissed,”

You walk out of the classroom, tears welling up in your eyes yet again. Forced to work with your ex boyfriend, the asshole who shattered your heart.

You were pissed.

“Y/n wait I need your number,” Jean calls after you.

You sigh and stop walking, you compose yourself and turn around, “You shouldn’t need it, it's the same as before,”

“I uh, I don’t have it anymore,” He tells you.

For some reason this aches your heart a bit but why would he keep your number? He broke up with you for someone else.

“Oh my bad, here,” And you give him your number.

“I’ll text you later okay?” He is being oddly nice. You’re growing very wary.

You ignore him and walk away, going to your apartment for the rest of the day.

A FEW HOURS LATER

You’re sitting at your desk getting some homework done when your phone buzzes, you pick it up to see the promised message from Jean.

My apartment, tomorrow night, 7 pm. You know where I live, that work for you?

Ugh, he was actually going to help you. And at his apartment, where he lives alone.

Maybe his girlfriend will be there to keep an eye on him. Whatever.

You respond back with a quick thumbs up emoji. Ending the convo as fast as possible.

THE NEXT NIGHT 6:30 PM

You’re getting ready to study. You’re wearing nothing special, just a crewneck sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. You are not making an effort for this man.

You’re about to leave, making sure you have everything you need for this dreaded study session.

No makeup but you DID take an everything shower. For no reason in particular. At least that's what you’re telling yourself.

After a short car ride, you arrive at his apartment complex. The same apartment complex you used to be at almost every day for six months of your life.

You text Jean that you’re here so he can let you in. You grab your backpack and make the walk up to his apartment.

He lets you in as soon as you get there, almost like he was waiting for you.

He has no shirt on and just a pair of shorts. Of course he had no shirt on. He was basically a slut after all. Same slut who broke your heart, you remind yourself.

“You can sit over there on the couch, do you want anything?” He asks you.

“No, I’m fine.” You walk over to the couch and sit.

After a few minutes, he walks over to the couch to sit with you, but now he has a shirt on, damn.

“So, how can I help you with French?” A certain smirk growing on his face.

“You can’t,” You respond back in a pissy tone.

He sighs, “Then why did you come here Y/n?”

“I was forced to Jean.” You tell him matter of factly.

“No, you weren’t. It was just a suggestion.” He is still so oddly calm.

“Whatever,” You hiss back.

He sighs again, “You can leave, but I know you won’t”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You ask with your eyes widened.

“Nothing, just tell me what you need help with Y/n”

You pull out your notebook and French textbook, “To be honest, I don’t even know where I’m messing up,”

“Okay, let me see your notes,” You hand him your notebook. “Y/n. There aren’t any notes in here.”

“Oh, I must’ve given you the wrong notebook,” And that you did. You gave him your journal. And before you realized it, it was too late. He was flipping through the pages.

And then he starts reading them, “Oh! I hate Jean Kirstein. Damn, tell me how you really feel,”

You gasp, realizing what you had given him, “Please stop Jean,”

He laughs, “No thank you, this is interest- oh…” His pause terrifies you. “Jean is a fucking slut,” He reads out loud.

You quickly try to defend yourself, “Listen Jean, that was a long time ago, I was hurt over the break up, god I shouldn’t even be here,”

“No no Y/n, I think you’re exactly where you need to be actually,” The cockiness begins to come out.

He inches closer to you, putting his hand on your thigh. You’re already aching. You’ve missed his touch so much.

“Jean, don’t you have a girlfriend?” You ask breathlessly.

He laughs, “No, broke up with her a long time ago,”

As his hand is still trailing, you try to get words out without moaning. You’re able to ask, “Why?” before he grips your thigh causing you to let out a small moan, one you’ve been trying so hard to contain.

He moves closer to your face, “She wasn’t you,” he tells you before kissing you. You kiss back, you can’t help it. It felt so natural.

One hand is on your jaw, forcing you to look at him, the other is touching your clothed area.

At this point, all hatred for him is out the window, you need more.

Still looking at you, you start to grind against his hand, begging for more friction.

This makes him laugh and pull his hand away, “Slow down Y/n, thought you hated me,”

“I-I” You try to get out.

“I-I” He mocks you, “C’mon Y/n, be a big girl,”

You don’t respond, he has barely touched you and you’re already a whimpering mess.

“Some things never change, huh?”

He lays you down on the couch and hovers over you, “Tell me what you want,”

You don’t respond, you just look up at him with glossy eyes.

“I thought you missed me though baby,” He teases you.

“I-I never said that,” But somehow here you are, under him.

He gets closer and grabs your jaw again, “Oh yeah? What about the part in your journal that says I miss Jean and the way he fucks me. What about that?”

You’re silent again, he takes notice.

“Exactly baby, so tell me, what do you want?”

“I want you to touch me,”

“Where? Use your words.” He puts part of your hair behind your ear, getting it out of your face.

“You know where, don’t make me say it,”

“Well then guess you’re not getting anything,”

“Wait, Jean please, I want you here,” You grab his hand and lead it to where he was before, still clothed.

“There we go, now let's get these off huh?” He pulls your sweatpants and panties off in the same motion, wasting zero time.

He teases your hole and slowly puts one finger in, you let out a moan. You hadn’t been touched since him.

“More,” You beg, “Please Jean one more,”

He listens and inserts two fingers, pumping in and out. This is so much for you, it had been a year and a half since he last touched you. It’s almost like you waited for him.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He uses the nickname he always used to call you.

“Y-yes,” You say in between moans.

His long, thick fingers working into you, making you so incredibly weak. He is so amused by your reaction, almost like he was saving this for you. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and continues fingering you at a fast pace. You can’t do anything but give him moan after moan.

“Such a good girl, always have been,”

He somehow is reaching all of the perfect spots, “Fuck Jean please,”

“Please what Y/n? Speak up baby,”

“I’m gonna- fuck i’m gonna cum,” But he stops.

“Not yet sweetheart,” With the same condescending smirk he’s been wearing for the last three weeks.

You whine objections but he doesn’t care. He sits you up so you’re no longer laying on the couch, he stands up and you start to get worried, “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere baby, relax,” he laughs a bit at your instant concern. He takes his shorts off and starts to take his shirt off as well. He sits back down on the couch, leans over to you, and takes off your shirt, “Wow, still as gorgeous as I remember,”

He lifts you up a bit and sits you down on his lap, not putting himself in just yet.

He’s big and he knows it, people don’t call him a horse for nothing.

“We don’t have to do this Y/n, if this is going too far, tell me,”

“No, please, I want to Jean, I’ve wanted to,”

“Okay baby, tell me if it gets too much, safe word is red,” The same safe word as before.

He kisses your forehead and sits you down on his cock. The feeling is almost instant, the both of you moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck, I forgot how good your pussy is, feels so good,”

You’re a mess already and he isn’t even all the way in.

He finally stretches you out, sitting you down all the way, making you start to tear up. You hadn’t been fucked since him. Jean notices the tears welling up in your eyes, “Oh no, is my baby crying?”

It’s sweet but as usual, condescending. “You can take it Y/n, I know you can” he reminds you, wiping the tears from your eyes.

He makes you do zero work, he’s holding your hips, moving you up and down at the perfect speed. Your arms around his neck, gripping his mullet.

He’s hitting your spot perfectly. He always did.

“J-Jean, I think I-“ You start to tell him.

He stops.

“W-what, Jean please.” You whine, your voice is desperate. You ARE desperate.

“Sorry baby, maybe you can cum once you study some French.” The stupid smirk is back.

He still has you sat on his cock. Your head buried into his neck. You try to move to get some sort of friction.

“Don’t.” He warns

So, you stop.

He picks up your French book and starts asking you questions.

You get an answer wrong? SMACK

You get an answer right? He lifts your hips, and slams you down on his cock, hard.

This goes on until your basically fucked out. You’ve cried, begged, whined, everything in the last hour. But you still haven’t cum. Jean is antagonizing you.

“Okay Y/n, one more question. If you get it right, you can cum.” He’s rubbing your back, consoling you. He feels slightly bad for the game he’s put on.

“How do you say ‘I love you’ in French?”

This wasn’t on any test, especially this late into the semester, “Je t'aime” You answer.

“Good girl,” He picks you up and lays you down on the couch. “You okay Y/n?”

Still very dazed and confused, you shake your head yes instead of verbally answering.

Jean notices.

He leaves the room and is back shortly after with some of his clothes. He dresses you in a big t shirt and some shorts.

“Hey, look at me,” he tells you, “You’re okay” He holds you in his arms. The cockiness completely disappearing. He had a soft spot for you deep down. “I’m sorry for being a little rough,”

“It’s alright Jean, I’m okay.” You let him hold you.

“Listen Y/n, I really missed you”

“Jean I-“

“You don’t have to say anything, just stay with me tonight,”

“Okay, Jean”

You stayed with Jean for the night. You missed him too. You never really hated him.

But was it smart to be there?

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part 2

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✦ I See Us, Chapter Two ✦

The one where they find out.

“You’re telling me that’s Logan Sargeant’s mom and she looks like THAT?? How old is Logan again?! - @.brokethewheels”

   Booming laughter echoes in the room as Oscar finishes reading the comment, the fake high-pitched voice and shock bringing Logan to tears. He nearly falls out of his seat with the force of his laughter.

   “I’m telling you, everyone is in absolute shock right now!” Alex joins in, his own laughs bleeding through his sentence.

   “I mean, I would be too if I didn't already know everything,” Oscar responds, smiling widely at the other two. Logan’s smile never fades, only getting impossibly larger.

   “Speaking of, how long do you think it’s gonna take before someone else asks about her? Like another driver?” Logan asks, scooting back in his seat so he doesn’t fall again.

   “Oh, no time. Lando already asked me before the race, but I just told him he would find out on his own. Or, probably later when everyone meets up,” Oscar responds, sending Logan a cheeky smile.

   Logan groans, slapping a hand over his face. “I completely forgot about that! He’s going to have so many questions.”

   “Mate, everyone is going to have questions. Your mom looks barely 30 and she's got a full grown kid,” Oscar reminds him, throwing a towel. Logan catches it easily, slingshotting it right back. 

   “When are we going out again? And where?” 

   “Uh, some nice place downtown. It’s got a bar I think.” Alex responds, reading something off his phone.

   “Should I tell her to dress up some? Or, like, are jeans good for this?” Logan grabs his own phone, clicking on his mothers contact. He presses the call button, putting it on speaker and setting it down on the table in front of them. 

   “Hi baby, watch ‘cha need?” she answers. Logan smiles at her voice, ignoring the smirk that Oscar gave him.

   “Hey momma, the drivers are all going out to dinner tonight and Elias said I could bring you along.”

   Lilli hums, prompting him to continue.

   “It’s downtown, kinda nice but has a bar. I don't know if you wanna dress up any but I wanted to give you a heads up before.”

   “Thank you sweetheart, I’ve got just the thing. Do you have nice clothes with you or do you want me to bring some to you?”

   “I’m okay momma, I’ve got clothes. And I could borrow something of Oscar’s if I needed to,” Logan responds, quickly shooting a look at the Australian in confirmation. “Do you want me to get you a ride or do you want to drive there?”

   “I’ll drive, baby, don’t worry about me. Send me the address and I’ll meet you there.” Lilli finishes the conversation, quickly sending a quick “I Love You” over and hanging up.

   “You’re such a momma’s boy, mate!” Oscar cackles, but Logan just ignores him.

   “When your mom’s as awesome as mine, would you blame me?” he shoots back, but they all know it’s in good faith. 

   “Can she adopt me as well? My mom just yells at me for not knowing how to cook,” Alex jokes. Logan huffs out a laugh.

   “If she hasn’t already, she will soon. Oscar’s on a different team now and she still calls him her kid.” Oscar puffs up his chest, proud.

   “And I’m her favorite,” he brags, even though they all know that Logan was her star, her favorite person in the entire world. As much as he was a momma’s boy, Lilli was a boy mom, and he was her son.

   What actually ended up happening was that Lilli not only drove herself, but she picked up Alex, Oscar, and Logan as well. Williams was gracious enough to provide a vehicle for her, a beautiful black Ford Expedition Max, so there was plenty of room for the boys. Logan sat shotgun, while Oscar and Alex took the middle row. Lilli was happy to drive them, and she felt a stab of nostalgia at the familiarity. Her boy, as his friends, goofing off in her car as she drive them all to dinner. Though, it was very different. Logan was 22, not 12. He and his friends were F1 drivers, and this was a dinner with all of the drivers on the grid, not just their family.

   “Don’t go crazy on the drinks please, I can only carry so many of you back to the car,” she jokes as they pull into the restaurant. A parking valet takes the keys as they jump out.

   “Don’t worry too much Lilli, we’re adults, we can handle ourselves,” Oscar proudly croons as they enter the place. She just smiles, shaking her head.

   “Oi, mate, look who just pulled up.” Lando turns his head to the fully glass walls, seeing his teammate, as well as both Williams drivers, walking up. Trailing behind them is the tall woman he saw before, and the one Oscar apparently knows. 

   “Well, he does know her, and Alex does too,” he huffs, making the drivers around him look at him.

   “Who knows who?” Carlos asks, eyes still on the approaching group.

   “Oscar knows who the lady is, asked him before the race but he wouldn’t tell me who.” He focuses on her as they come closer, notes the confidence she excludes. Though, that might be due to her outfit.

   “She's gorgeous,” Carlos whistles, quiet enough so they’re the only ones who hear. And Lando could not agree more.

   While Alex, Oscar, and Logan were dressed as one would guess, in slacks and a nice shirt, She had taken a different approach. A black skirt that reached the floor that was somehow flowy and still stuck to her body in a way he couldn’t understand, and a navy blue top that stretched over her arms to leave her shoulders bare.

   “You think that’s one of their girlfriends? Or Elias’s? Maybe sent her to watch them?” Lando asks Carlos.

   “Maybe, but how would Oscar have known her, hm?” Lando furrows his brows at Carlos’s point, about to respond before Oscar’s voice interrupts him.

   “Sorry if we’re a little late, Logan took forever to fix his hair.” A few drivers snicker, but Lando can’t help but keep his eyes on the woman in front of them. She looked tall before, on the screen next to Logan and Alex, but now that she was up close? Yeah, she seemed to tower over most of them.

   “I was not the one that made us late, you were the one that messed up my hair!” Logan shoots right back. Logan moves forward quickly, pulling a seat out for the woman before one for himself.

   “It’s fine boys, we made it and that’s what matters,” she says as she gives the American a soft pat on the cheek. Her accent is similar, a bit smoother sounding, but still noticeably American. Oscar sits next to Logan, leaving the seats to go like this:

   On one side, Zhou, Yuki, Bottas, Kevin, Nico, Gasly, Alonso, Carlos, Checo, and George. The other side is Lewis, Charles, himself, Daniel, Max, the woman that came with Logan and then Logan himself, Oscar, Alex, Ocon, and then Lance.

   “Oh you are such a momma’s boy Logan,” Oscar laughs, and Lando has to do a double take, because there was no way that Oscar just called the woman sitting two seats away from him Logan Sargeant’s mother .

   Lilli can see the reactions that Oscar’s words get, and she can’t help but smile at the bewildered faces.

   “Shut up Oscar, you act like you weren’t about to do the same,” Logan retorts, lightly elbowing the Aussie in the ribs before realizing that the table is mostly silent and staring at them. She watches her son go red under the looks and a small laugh escapes her. Now, most of the eyes are on her, and Lilli takes a moment before speaking.

   “Good evening gentlemen, I apologize if I’m interrupting, Logan invited me to come along.” Lilli’s words are met with small smiles and a few shaking heads as someone answers her.

   “Not at all, we just weren’t quite expecting someone else. I’m Lewis Hamilton." The speaker is a darker skinned man, sitting towards the end of the table. She smiles, directing her words to him.

   “It’s a pleasure, Sir Hamilton. I have heard much about you. I am Lillianna Meyer-Sargeant, Logan’s mother.”

A/N. Love love love women <3 Please feel free to leave comments with feedback!

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“Don‘t you know who I am?” It’s instinctive, and it comes out a little more arrogant than intended, but the man before him doesn’t even blink.

“Do you think I care?” he retorts, and there’s just as much bite. It makes anger flare inside of Thomas, hot and prickling at the sheer audacity. The man is shorter than him - only by a handful of inches, but still - he’s smaller, thinner, and obviously not as big a name, but it’s like he doesn’t seem to know that. He stares down Thomas with enough sass and fire to make it clear he considers Thomas a worthy opponent, which– wow. It’s been a long time since Thomas encountered someone this brave.

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Thomas has always been good at reading people, always had a knack for picking the needy ones - the desperate, starstruck boys and girls and everything in between who just want to be told they’re wanted, who invariably fall spellbound under his gaze and pliant under his hands.

The fledgling in the second row is perfect. He’s pretty, feathered black hair and pouty red lips, and his dark eyes fix on Thomas with the kind of wonder that doesn’t feel like flattery as much as it does certainty. He knows it won’t take more than a word or two – or maybe even just the right glance – to get him backstage, and then the deal is sealed.

He’s not using them, at least not any more than they’re using him. Everyone gets what they want out of the interaction, which is to say that no one gets what they want. None of the pretty young things get to keep him for more than a night, and he never gets more than a couple hours of distraction before it’s on to the next show, the next city, the next fucking night and he has to do it all over again – wind him up and watch him go.

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Yellow catcrow enjoyers I come bearing not one, but TWO new catcrow fics written as part of a collaboration with my incredible beloved most wonderful @anything-thats-rock-and-roll .

30/12/24 these two fics were literally just two ideas saved in separate docs with a handful of words in when we thought - why not?

It’s been a whirlwind of like. 30 hours at the very most but here suddenly they exist! Both can be read as standalones, but it’s definitely worth reading both (and not because I’m biased)!!

So for enjoyers of the modern and the weird, of actors and musicians and some good old-fashioned one night stands, I present you these :)

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REST

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

"Good day, this is JYP ENTERTAINMENT. 26.12.2021 Lily Hwang of Stray Kids is taking a rest due to worsening panic attacks and anxiety disorder, which is why her activities are suspended for a while. All of Stray kids' next events, comebacks and promotions will be released without her participation until she is fully recovered! We ask fans for understanding and all possible support, she asked you not to worry about her.JYPE will consider the artist's health a top priority and will do everything possible to support Lily's speedy recovery."

Then this statement from the Company shocked everyone and everyone was very upset by this development of events. Hundreds of thousands of letters of support were written to Lily in the bubble, they never forgot about her and encouraged her. MANIAC's comeback came out without her participation, but the students were so upset because Lily was in the teaser and in the video, but she was not in the promo or other songs.Lily appeared for the first time since her return to the bubble in May (01.05.2022), writing two messages:

[🐻]::Y/n!! hi, I feel much better. did you hear that the boys will have a world tour?:) Please visit it! I promise you'll like it (06:19 a.m)

[🐻]::I miss you and the boys, pain makes us stronger (08:32 a.m)

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On the first day of the STRAY KIDS world tour in Seoul, Lily came to the concert with Mingi and Tenshi (she was the only one who was very scared), sitting in the front rows and she was shown on the big screen at the end of the concert, the boys burst into tears and were very happy to see her because they didn't know about her arrival at the concert, Lily also cried, and then she was allowed to go up on stage and they all stood there together and cried,they hugged so much:((( I can say that it was a difficult concert without Lily and the first concert after the pandemic, the boys were very upset and happy to see Stay again, but so tearful because of Lily. (this moment went viral everywhere), (date 05.05.2022)

On July 31, 2022, the video and song TIME OUT were released, with the release of which Lily left the rest, and the students were in great shock and also cried when they saw Lily in the video and heard her voice, everyone was incredibly happy about it. Then Lily wrote in the bubble:

[🐻]::Next to Y/n I am stronger, I promise to work and work and make my baby Y/n happy (11:02 p.m)

[🐻]::War is over (reference to the song) (11:07 p.m)

[🐻]::Oh...do you want for me to stay with you? (11:10 p.m)

[🐻]::During these seven months my life has become better! all thanks to Y/n's support~ (11:12 p.m)

[🐻]:: I missed you too, baby! let's continue to work harder so that we move forward together (11:15 p.m)

[🐻]:: I traveled a lot and went to a psychotherapist, so I felt better... (11:18 p.m)

[🐻]:: My close friends and boys helped me a lot (11:27 p.m)

[🐻]:: I don’t regret that the MANIAC comeback was without me! so Y/n saw the boys' talents to the fullest (11:28 p.m)

[🐻]:: Should I live onair tomorrow??

[🐻]:: I'll carry it out! and we'll have fun! (11:30 p.m)

[🐻]:: And now I'm going to bed! soft dreams, baby 🩷 (11:35 p.m)

Lily suffered all these seven months, she was terribly ill. She did not leave the room, did not eat, and did not communicate with anyone. Even SKZ couldn’t get her out of this state, not to mention Lily’s friends. Then Donghyun arrived from New York and, together with Kiri and Tenshi, began working on Lily’s condition. They organized a tour for her to different countries: Italy, France, Canada, Greece, UAE, Japan, Great Britain, and she also visited the Maldives. Lily even thought about committing suicide if it weren’t for Seungmin, who saw the prerequisites in time and sent Lily along with Chan to a psychotherapist (Lily refused to go alone). She wanted to quit K-pop completely, but her close people stopped her. What about Lily's parents? They didn’t know about it, or rather, Lily’s mother knew and quietly sent her money for treatment, but her father simply didn’t care. he abandoned his daughter back in 2017.

I can say that everyone handled Lily's rest differently, but it was hard. I think Felix and Jongin were the most depressed,Changbin hid his fears within himself , Minho became more irritable and Jisung was anxious without Lily...what about Chan and Hyunjin? They saw Lily most at this time, perhaps she only let them in and sometimes Felix, she didn’t want to see others. Seungmin observed the situation from afar and he was the one who helped her the most, but is not visible.

[gojocumdumpster]

"My name is Baki..Baki Hanma”

(Beep..Beep…Beep..)

Y/n groans as the bright sun shines through the window into her eyes. She rub her eyes as she squints from the sun. “What time is it?!” You reach over to your night stand and look at your alarm clock. “TODAY IS THE TOURNAMENT! (….10:00AM…)I never been there before. I’m sure it starts at 11:30AM..I wonder what’s the hype about?”. You yank the covers off and head to the bathroom to take a shower. (..10:30..) I step out the glass shower into a steamy bathroom. I walk out the bathroom into my walk in closet. “Hmmm..what to wear?” I thought to myself. You pull out some Cargo denim shorts and a red crop (Or what you prefer)…..(…10:37…) I put my outfit on and head back to the bathroom to do my routine and makeup. (..10:45..) You walk out the room and head to your nightstand and grab your phone and bag/purse. I walk out the room and head to kitchen and look at the time on my phone. “Snap! I need to hurry up. I bet there’s traffic” I assumed. I grabbed a protein bar from the pantry and ran out of my apartment room and locked the door. ...(10:55...). You managed to jog to your car and get on the rode. (..11:10..) You turned into the tournaments parking lot. “Thank god I payed my parking ticket through the app” You went through the line for the people who payed through the app. There was about 6 people in front of me. (..11:20) I finally made it to my seat which was the front row but I was high up, so it was a good view from down there. (...12:50..) Roars and chants echo through the crowd. As the last match was about to begin. Soon a short 5’6 reddish-brownish curly head boy with scars came out and another unknown fighter. I heard girls around me talk about how hot and cute he was. But I didn’t think of anything about it. The match begun with just a few kicks and punches the unknown fighter was out cold. I was shocked. As the red curly head fighter walked backed to leave, he looked up at the crowed and saw me. He paused for a second and continued to walk. Soon he had disappeared. I had a confused face. “Why did he look at me and stop?" I thought to myself. As people got up and started to leave, i got lost and wondered to the back. “Where am I? This doesn’t look like entrance from where I came in?” You walk through the hallway that seemed never ending. Along the way you saw injured fighters. Some walking passed you smirking at you. "Disgusting" I rolled my eyes and kept walking. Soon I saw a familiar reddish-brownish curly head boy walking towards me. "I think he knows where the exit is at." I thought to myself. He looks at me with wide eyes. We make eye contact for a few seconds. "Uhm...can you help me find the exit please?" I look at him. "Oh, yea sure" he says scratching the back of his head. As we walked awkwardly through the hallways there was a hint of sweat coming from him, but I didn't mind. "Uh are you coming to the next tournament?" He says. "Yea I never been to one of these before in person so this was fun." I say with a smile on my face looking at him." "I'm glad you liked it." He says smiling back at me. As we reached the exit. I wanted to ask him one more question. "My name is Y/n L/n by the way" I told him. “That's a lovely name" He says blushing. I smiled and looked away. "My name is Baki..Baki Hanma." He says. I said my goodbyes and headed to my car. I started the car and thought. "So your name is Baki..Baki hanma." I said to myself. I started the car and drove off.

I HOPED YOU GUYS LIKED IT LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 ALSO SEND REQUEST PLEASE!! (THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO DONT HATE MEEE)

[interestinglittlerelationship]

100 Things to Love About the OC

1. Ryan Atwood

2. Taylor Townsend

3. Summer Roberts

4. Seth Cohen

5. Sandy Cohen

6. Kirsten Cohen

7. Little Kaitlin Cooper

8. Teenage Kaitlin Cooper

9. The Summer Breeze

10. Seth’s Tahiti dream and “Yeah, she has no idea, I’ve never spoken to her before.”

11. Captain Oats

12. Princess Sparkle

13. The “I Wish I Was a Mermaid��� Poem

14. 🎶California Here I Come🎶

15. Seth & Summer’s upside down kiss in the rain

16. Bagels 🥯

17. The bagel slicer

18. Sandy’s smear

19. The Pool House

20. Pad Thai

21. Callbacks and circular story telling

22. Marissa: “Who are you?”

Ryan: Whoever you want me to be.”

23. “You know what I like about rich kids?” BAM “Nothing.”

24. Ryan saying “Hey, my dad is right here,” to Sandy with the little shoulder bump

25. 🎶The Bluest Line🎶

26. 🎶Mmm, Whatcha Say🎶

27. 🎶Hallelujah🎶

28. Summer’s “Ew”

29. Bunnies🐰(Pancakes and Flapjacks)

30. Summer and Ryan’s we got into college spinning hug

31. The Model Home

32. The rare moments in which the core four were all happy

33. The “new & improved” core four, now with Taylor Townsend

34. Sophie Cohen

35. “You’re a Cohen now, welcome to a life of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.”

36. Ryan and Seth little secret handshake thing

37. Sarcasm

38. Seth standing on things to declare his love

39. Summer standing on things to declare her love

40. Sandy giving Ryan his Berkley sweatshirt

41. Kirsten crying when Ryan left to go back to Chino

42. Peach Tort

43. Sandy was in a gang and, “We robbed from the poor and gave to the poor.”

44. Sandy punching Frank

45. Ryan’s sad little everyone leaves me wave

46. Ryan and Sandy’s bus stop hug

47. Ryan and Kirsten’s goodbye hug

48. Kirsten hugging Ryan and Seth at the same time

49. Seth and Ryan’s aborted handshake hug

50. Ryan and Seth’s whole friendship/brotherhood

51. Marissa and Summer’s whole friendship

52. Summer and Marissa being step sisters for a hot second

53. Summer and Taylor’s whole friendship

54. Ryan and Summer’s whole friendship

55. The gang adopting former bully Luke Ward for a hot second

56. Seth running away to live with former bully Luke Ward

57. Luke Ward

58. Alex Kelly

59. Alex and Marissa for the three episodes they were allowed to be happy

60. Marissa coming out to Summer

61. Chrismukkah

62. Chrismukkah stockings all in a row

63. Seth’s Christmukkah song

64. Summer saving Christmakkah

65. Seth’s color coded holiday alert system

66. “Taylor thinks Ryan is funny.”

67. And similarly:

Taylor: “Ryan, you told a real joke!”

Ryan: “Not a very good one, but yes I told

a real joke. Thank you, don’t tell anyone.”

68. Taylor’s red dress

69. Ryan: “How do you keep doing that?”

Taylor: “Doing what?”

Ryan: “Saying what I think before I feel it.”

Taylor: “Because I think about you.”

70. Ryan telling Taylor that he loves her

71. The whole flash forward ending montage

72. But most especially the boy on the stone wall and “Hey, kid, you need some help?”

73. Summer sticking her tongue out walking down the aisle at her wedding

74. Seth’s bar mitzvah friendship dance

75. Atomic County

76. The fact that Cosmo Girl (Marissa) gets her powers from a magic flask

77. The comic book Seth makes Ryan to convince him to come home

78. Ryan’s speech about social security running out and “Where I come having a dream doesn’t make you smart. Knowing it won’t come true? That does.”

79. The model home

80. The fact that Seth loves The Vegas

81. The fact that Seth has more friends at The Nana’s retirement home than at school

82. Ryan punching people who really deserve it

83. Seth making a list of people Ryan has punched while Ryan’s bleeding on the side of the road

84. Drunk Seth

85. The beach

86. Seth’s skateboard & Ryan’s bike

87. Seth’s Paris mural he painted for Marissa

88. Seth & Marissa’s whole friendship

89. Taylor stalking Ryan and their, “And then I can stock you.” “And then I can stock you,” scene

90. Newpsies

91. The Newport Group

92. Ryan the original arsonist and Seth the encore

93. The fact that Kirsten can’t cook

94. Everyone’s genuine terror when Kirsten tries to cook

95. The fact that Seth and Summer are the epitome of he fell first, she fell harder.

96. Seth: “At least I leave you funnier than when

I found you.”

Ryan: “I’m a lot better off than when you

found me.”

Seth: “Me too.”

97. Summer being a super cool environmental activist

98. Ryan finding his true family

99. Taylor finding her true family

100. The way Ryan looks at Taylor

[paperboy-pb]

"A Very Special Day" [Life Story]

[TW for: ableism against kids, internalized ableism, and mentions of suicidal ideation.]

9 years ago today, in the state of New York on September 5th, was my second day of 6th grade. Being a Special Ed kid, I was upset; my school, a K-8 that I had been with since the start and stayed with until the end, had always treated us so differently. And the world around me had promised that things would change once middle school began. But they hadn't. In fact, barely anything was new at all.

Same old baby talk from adults who saw me every day, but willfully ignored how big I had grown.

Same old bullying from my peers, disabled children who spent their days as pots calling kettles black, because no one had any intentions of teaching us better.

Same Adapted Phys Ed, getting ready to interrupt my morning reading every Monday, Wednesday, Friday; even though they'd promised to let me play in Gym with the rest of my class years ago by now.

Same old kids from the neighborhood filling up the rest of my grade, coming in smiling and laughing and oh so free in their new groups of 30. 30-something of them. 12 of us.

They'd even gotten some new kids from the K-5s around town. All of which seemed really nice. Man. Lucky them. Meanwhile, everything was so same-y that I'd considered running away from the school bus when it pulled up.

September 5th, 2014. Still kinda hot in Brooklyn. Sunny out there.

The day had gone bad. My classmates were talking FNAF, and being mean about things I don't remember. They flicked food at me during lunch while I tried to read and mind my own business. We weren't allowed to change seats, even though the rest of our grade got that privilege. It was supposed to be for all of us middle schoolers, but when I'd asked the day before, our lunch aide had no idea what I was on about. She suddenly insisted it was never a thing! While the rest of our grade was splitting into cliques behind her back, paying us no mind, knowing they'd somehow earned it and we didn't.

10-year-old me couldn't wait to go home.

By the end of the day, I was drained like no other. Head down on the desk and all. I was thinking, 2:20-something. Just a few more minutes.

God, why are things like this? Is it gonna get better later this year? I hope so, it's only the second day. Maybe it just starts bad!

Man, I miss summer already. I wish I spent today home all day eating onion ring chips again and playing Animal Crossi--

"Alright guys, listen up!" Said Mrs. Z, who would pretty much be our only teacher this year. (Meanwhile, everyone else got to have different people for different subjects.)

I don't remember her exact words. But she held up a white booklet with a bunch of kids holding hands and awkwardly smiling at us from the mostly-white cover. She said something about it being very important. And she ended her little stanza with, and I quote, "DON'T read these, alright? It's for your parents."

I think that one line changed the trajectory of my life.

As our para handed them out, my bookworm ass couldn't help but furrow my little brows. I'd had teachers assume certain books were "too hard" for me when they weren't, and get upset at me whenever I summarized the plot of them correctly. I'd had teachers tell me not to read other books during class, which was fair enough, I guess. But a teacher telling me not to read something at ALL?

Now THAT'S a new one...

It felt plasticy, not like paper. It's a packet, not a book. Six kids in a row, but none look like me, as usual. The cover said, "Family Guide To Special Education Services for School-Age Children. A Shared Path to Success." ...I don't think a title should be that long. Why not parentheses that end bit?

After that, we were dismissed. Me & some peers headed into the hallway down to the first floor to wait for our bus, and we chatted about it a little bit?

One was like, "Is this a report card or something?"

Another was like, "I guess?"

The first boy skimmed it, though, and saw nothing about him. Which eased his nerves.

A third asked me what I thought it was since I was the only kid who'd hit a Z-reading level. They figured I could make sense of it. And my first thought was boring adult stuff, or some sort of... after-school? Program? Thing? But I didn't really answer. I was too preoccupied with what Mrs. Z said.

What kind of teacher tells me not to read something? Give it to my parents is one thing, but specifically, "don't" read this? Dude! What doesn't she want me to see?

Everyone else had tossed the damn thing into their bookbags and zipped 'em up by now. We headed downstairs, and I couldn't help but notice that our 6th grade class was on the third floor; with a lot of grades 2-4 around us.

Meanwhile, the rest of the big middle school classes came down from higher up. It turns out that they all had their classes high up on the top floor. A bunch of bright minds floated down from above like they were that summer's fireflies, and we were the tips of night grass. Or maybe even worms, burrowing into the dirt and calling it a day.

...

By the time the bus was moving, I still had the packet in my hands. I was wondering why they all got to be up there and we didn't. We lived pretty close to Coney Island, after all: it must be cool seeing the parachute jump from the hallway window on your way down every day.

I barely had time to stuff the packet in my hands once we pulled up to my apartment.

If you've ever wondered what Kid Jonah was like, imagine some sort of hybrid between a miserable little nerd & the most optimistic goody-goody you've ever met. Like, yeah, I'd been in a few fights by this point, broken some rules behind their backs, but I was also... 10. And known for being "THE good kid" in front of teachers. I didn't like to defy them, you know? Even if they did always make me feel weird, or on-edge, or like I was a part of something bad.

So when I made a beeline for my room, I was like, Oh my God, I'm actually gonna do this...? And I didn't tell my parents a thing. I've kept the packet all this time and they STILL haven't read it!

But I did. I think I hesitated, but I remember opening it on my bed.

"Welcome.

Dear families, we've come a long way since our special education reform initiative, A Shared Path to Success, was launched citywide in 2012... we've also been changing hearts and minds as our core belief- that special education is a service, and not a place- has taken hold in our schools...

Section 1... Children learn at different speeds and in different ways. Some children have physical and/or intellectual disabili..."

WHAT?!

...

It was a really dense packet for a kid. Long, boring, seemed endless. But I understood the words. Especially that D one. And at the time, 10-year-old me knew it was a bad one.

I'd crossed the point of no return by then. I kept reading. And I didn't dare skip a word. "Intervention," "Special," "Disability," "Meeting," "Evaluation," "Eligibility," "IEP,"-- Hey, I know that word! IEPs are the dense things stapled to my report cards!

I remember the anger flaring in my heart, out my nose, widening my eyes once I got to the Eligibility bit. I thought, and I quote, "THEY THINK WE'RE DISABLED?!" I don't think words can articulate how insulted little 10-year-old me was!

...I don't think I can articulate how sad that is now, either. How do you instill such heavy ableism into a little boy like that? How do you live with yourself?

But I couldn't throw the book at the wall or take one of my mom's lighters to it like I initially wanted. Because I realized pretty quickly... Oh my God. This is it. These are THE ANSWERS! THIS IS WHY IT'S ALL HAPPENING!

I couldn't believe my eyes as I took it all in. The 13 disabilities that landed me and my friends in this mess, some of which matched up with certain kids I knew right away. But what really caught my attention were the services. Terms that I KNEW about. Things I engaged with. Things I... hated.

"Occupational Therapy." That nice older lady who takes me out of class every few days so I can play memory games, or play with this hand-gripper, or yank pegs outta this bright green putty.

"Paraprofessional Services"; those weird second-teachers that annoy us and only us, but never anyone else in the other classes. They're so stuck-up sometimes! And they never really seem to know how to leave us alone. Especially certain kids.

The stories I could tell about them all now... good fucking lord.

Physical Therapy; That's the one where the lady is always making me feel bad about things and do sit-ups or run drills in the hallway and stairwell... and do embarrassing stretches like people aren't walking by.

And she got upset with me because I brought a lunchbox every day for years; she told me, "You'll never be a big kid if you keep bringing food from home, Jonah!"

And I told her, "But my mom doesn't even make the sandwiches anymore! I make them for myself!"

And she was like, "But still!"

She also measures her footstep, saying it was a foot of distance. Like, 12 inches. But nuh-uh, it was never a foot! Her sneakers aren't that big. Rulers are longer. Why didn't she just get a measuring tape? What's this lady's problem?

The one that sunk my heart, though, was Adapted Phys Ed. The packet said it was "A specially designed program of developmental activities, games, sports, and rhythms suited to the interests, capabilities, and limitations of individual children who may now safely or successfully participate in the activities of a regular physical education program."

And I thought: ...That's the watered-down gym class I do three times a week.

The one where we do "challenges" like stepping into each hole of an agility ladder mat and doing a squat before moving to the next.

The one where we never play sports like everybody else gets to do.

The one that makes the gym teacher sit me out on the bleachers by myself, and watch literally everybody else I know have fun. And when I ask why, nobody tells me anything.

The one where I ask how I can improve in order to go play with everybody else, but nobody tells me anything.

The one where Mrs. D keeps promising me that I'll get to play with the rest of my class soon... but it never comes true.

This is why everybody acts so weird around us.

This is why we can't even talk to the rest of our grade.

This is why nothing ever changes...!

It all made sense. 10-year-old me couldn't feel the floor or the bed anymore. The back of my mind buzzed like shaken soda, fizzling against the back of my skull. I didn't cry. I didn't have tears. But I did sink down, down into the depths of I-don't-even-know-where.

I went time-traveling back to May of last school year, where a Special Ed kid the grade above me was saying to his classmate, "We're all just the kids nobody wants." But I didn't have context. Was this the context? He sounded like he was about to cry.

I went back to 4th grade when I headed into the bathroom and saw two kids from my grade walk by with papers promoting the talent show to everybody. I saw the text written on them clear as day! And I got excited; Our school's having a talent show? COOL! We must be getting those later today, too!

The papers never came.

I went back to 3rd grade, where paras would hover over our class during lunch, but nobody else's. They always stood tall above and between us, like they were a scarecrow keeping the birds of our grade away.

And there was so much. More. Than that.

...

I still wonder why Z didn't want me seeing that. Maybe she knew I would spiral or label myself. But at the same time... that's a learned behavior. Ableism is a hatred, and hatred is learned. From ADULTS. One that she and the rest of the school could at least try to curb if she noticed.

Z wasn't a bad lady. I think she was trying to protect me? But... we already knew we were being treated unfairly. Why would keeping this secret protect me?

The anger only lasted a little while. Because something else dawned on me.

I can't stay here.

This place had been upsetting me for YEARS. And now I knew that it was happening for a reason. A shitty one, but still... a reason. It's not just bad luck. And that it wasn't going to change unless I removed that reason from their minds.

I had to leave. Sound familiar?

The next day we had school? I was completely shaken up. Kinda surprised no one noticed. I was finally seeing just how deep this all went. The teachers smiling in my face, baby-talking, getting reallll close while having this sense of disgust in their eyes.

The staggering difference in numbers between "normal" classes and ours.

Our class locations.

I even found this board on the first floor that had a picture of every teacher and what they taught. Sure enough, "Special Education" was specified in the label for every teacher I'd ever had. I was even able to find the next teachers I'd have for Grades 7 & 8. And my blood went cold because I knew those two particular ladies were pretty mean.

My school was DEFINITELY failing that, "Special Ed is a service, not a place!" shit the state allegedly wanted to accomplish. It was a place. And I... was trapped.

And I couldn't stay trapped. Because as far as I knew, education was everything. I was a very academic little boy back then. And I didn't know what staying in a place like this could mean for my education later down the line.

I didn't want to find out.

I also didn't want my social life restricted like this. Especially since there weren't many kids who treated me well. I wanted freedom. I wanted independence. I wanted a chance to actually find real friends!

And this is sad, but... I was already very depressed by that age. Due to the nature of Special Ed at school. Had been since 8. And so... I made a plan in my bedroom the same night I found the packet:

I can't carry this environment with me into high school. I have to do anything-- EVERYTHING I can to get outta here by the time 8th grade starts! And if I fail... I can't finish 8th grade like that.

The Verrazzano Bridge and the walkway by the water, the one with the short fence that I can get right over, are only a fifteen minute walk from home. If I don't get out of Special Ed by 8th grade, then... I have to go out there and throw myself off. I have to kill myself. I have to...! Because I know for a fact I just can't. Stay. Here.

And I was serious. Dead-serious. Because I thought about it every day for the next 2 years straight.

...

That packet started it all for PB. And as sad as it is that I technically had to go behind adults' backs just to learn something about myself and where I was, I'm extremely glad it happened. Because it's also what kickstarted my interest in disability topics. My journey in learning who we were, what we were, and what we do & don't deserve.

It led to the first drafts of PB just under a year later, which set my life on a completely new path. Paperboy would not EXIST if it weren't for that day. Hell; I don't even know if my OTHER projects (like Weirder Than Usual) would, either!

That wasn't right. None of that was right. But it did give me a story to tell. One that you guys are finally starting to see!

And one that I'm very, very proud of.

Disability conversations are extremely important to me now. I don't think I'm the beacon of anti-ableism or anything like that. I know I've fucked up as I grew up, especially in my younger years. But this entire situation showed me how hush-hush the world likes to be about it. And while it's better now than it was in 2014, it ain't great yet.

And I think I owe it to 10-year-old Jonah to change that shit. Because when he googled "Special Ed makes me feel bad," he barely found anything.

It was definitely an experience I will never forget. And as you saw above, I still keep that packet with me to this day, and I always will, because of just how heavily it changed my life.

I have no idea where or who I'd be if it wasn't for that.

Happy 9th birthday, SpEd packet. Can't wait for the 10th!

[seventeenlovesthree]

Quick thoughts on the Digimon Adventure 25th anniversary PV

First things first: It got me incredibly teary. It was beautifully nostalgic while still giving it a fresh paint to some degree. I feel like this is what Butterfly could have been if Toei decided to merge Digimon with One Piece - because just like it's the case with OP openings, there are always so many things going on that it takes numerous rewatches to see what's going on. So let's break it down, shall we?

So the PV was an overall homage to some of Adventure's most famous/prominent scenes - but instead of re-animating it 1:1, they merged several scenes that didn't happen in the exact same way. The only 1:1 shots could be seen when the 8 kids got their "sad moments montage" each. So, what's new, what's memorable, what does the PV tell us about the characters?

They animated the novel scene of the baby Digimon meeting their partners - which was absolutely adorable. If you didn't go "awww" at Tsunomon, Tanemon, Pyocomon, didn't chuckle at Pukamon and didn't melt at Koromon, I cannot help you!

Then we got the montage - and the amount of "low res shots" I will take in the next few weeks will be insane, because they were absolutely beautiful. But let's go step by step - I will not discuss every moment, just my favourites, since we got A LOT of group shots!

Here we already see a lot of common themes: First of all, Taichi is depicted to be incredibly curious, basically exploring the entire time. Of course he radiates happy MC energy overall, which I will always adore, but also seems more serious than we're used to. (Unless... he's bickering with Yamato. Which is a common theme for him after all, but I will get to that in a second.) The other theme is Mimi's >o< face, which I will never get tired of. They really hammer down the point that she is NOT happy with the situation they're on and finds something to complain about throughout the first few episodes;

We even get a merge of episode 5 and 10 here! Koushirou is usually seen thinking and theorizing (before he's being interrupted by something/someone). Sora's theme overall is... Being pretty chill, I'd say? We'll get to that in a minute as well. Yamato is the resident cook of the group (THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH EGGS THOUGH) and Takeru's job is just being adorable (meanwhile Hikari unfortunately suffers from a severe lack of screentime, but that was to be expected)...

But what about Jyou, you may ask? I feel like he'd deserve his very own post, because... Boy is straight up not having a good time and may or may not have several life crises in a row. Aside from Mimi, Palmon and Taichi, Jyou might provide the best low res screenshots and, like I said, I will have a blast looking for them.

I also really love the snowball fight there. Oh look, Takeru is attacked by snowballs again, where have I seen that again in the past 12 months??? Sora's helping Jyou to build up his safe space, meanwhile Koushirou has to play mediator between Taichi and Koushirou (welcome to your life for the next 30 years at least, my boy). Speaking of Yamataishirou...

You may have noticed that the scenes are out of order - and I also noticed a little mistake in this screenshot here! hile it is true that Taichi, Agumon, Yamato and Koushirou were missing from the group and the others were ordered to mediate - Patamon was not Patamon yet though, but still Tokomon!

Again, there are so many scenes to show, and I will just post a few more, but will only talk in more detail about two scenes here;

I absolutely ADORE the Gennai scene, oh my God. There was absolutely no need for these absolute dorks to collapse on top of each other, and yet here we are, 5/6 are, once again, not having a good time... And THEN THERE IS MIMI, who we saw complaining the whole time, and now she's having the time of her life falling on top of her found family pile (Sora and Koushirou in particular by the way). Meanwhile Takeru is just like... What the heck did I just look at. Absolutely amazing. 10/10, would watch again.

In case you haven't noticed, I feel like Mimi got pretty much the biggest piece of cake in this PV - and thus we were blessed by the most beautiful Jyoumi scene we've seen in a while. Wholesome. 10/10, would watch again. Also, Sora just enjoying her tea - GOOD FOR HER.

I just love all of this so much, I do love the following montages, the fight against Apocalymon, the ending got me teary again... I love them all so much.

[hotarutranslations]

Everyone in Hokkaidoooo

Evening

Watch Hello Station's Yuukan na Dance a lot, ok👑✨️

On non-no-san, The first in my commemorative graduation series released

🌙"Tohoku and "Connection"" Love for my hometown, becoming a beloved idol

Please definitely read it 🖤 Everyone in Hokkaido

Tomorrow, the 9th (Sat) 10:25~11:30AM UHB "Ittoko! MinTele"

I went on the studio with Yamazaki Mei-chan💙💚

STR-R "COCONO SRaji" 11/15 (Fri) 1:00~2:00PM

AIR-G' "Ima Real" 11/15 (Fri) Appear in the 6:00PM hour

STV "Dosanko WEEKEND" 11/23 (Sat) 11:55~1:00PM

HBC Radio "Narumittsu!!!" 11/26 (Tue) Broadcast 9:00~12:00PM

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I ate curry soup yesterday and today🤤❤️

For a moment I thought, 2 days in a row, huh..

Soup curry depends on the restaurant, The appearance and taste are completely different🤤❤️ I can eat it tomorrow too🤤❤️

Its delicious…!

December 6th, Yokoyama Arena Performance There was an announcement that additional seats are available

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I'm happy, that a lot of people can see it

I could maybe do it twice..😂🫶🏻

I hope that everyone gets their tickets

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[mattatouilletkachuk]

Sunny’s Fall Prompts

Hockey and Football are back and I’m just itching to start writing again.

Rules; The person you send in has to be on my list of who I write for. Please send in the number prompt with the quote and the person you’re requesting for. 😊

1. "Nah. You're a big softie."

2. "Is this really happening all over again?"

3. "is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

4. “My teammates gets annoyed because I talk about you 24/7”

5. “You sent me inappropriate pictures. When I was out in public” 

6. “Your mom gave me pictures of you when you were a baby.” 

7. “You got frosting on your face”

8. “We were never meant to be.”

9. “Don’t lie to me. I know everything”

10. “Don’t – Don’t make me fall in love again.”

11. “Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do good.”

12. “it’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle?!”

13. “don’t you dare say a word about my tan lines.”

14. "It feels like I've known you forever"

15. “why aren’t you checking me out?” “do you want me to check you out?” “yes. obviously”

16. “we knew this was just for two weeks right? there’s nothing we can do now except cherish the memories” “that’s so cheesy” “heard it the moment i said it”

17.  “i’m so hot..” “loving the confidence.” “oh shut up.” 

18. “Santa isn’t real.” “You take that back right now or I’m breaking up with you!”

19. “I would like you to stay.”

20. "I didn't mean to fall for you." "And neither did I."
"..Fucking pardon?"

21. "I can't believe I did this again." / "I can't believe we did this again."

22. " My mum asked about you again. "

23. "Stop pushing everyone away."

24. "you can't be bitter now, this was your decision."

25. "Did you break into my house??" "You refused to put up any Christmas (or any holiday) decorations! What choice did I have?"

26. “No more holiday movies. Please.”

27. "I saw that. You just checked out my ass."

28. "You're pretty, I'll give you that."

29. "Sometimes you annoy me so much that I want to start planning our wedding, just so I can very publicly divorce you."

30. “I don’t know what I would do without you and I really don’t want to find that out.”

31. “Why are you lying?”

32. "I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

33. "Don't tell my sober me that I told you I love you. It was a secret."

34. "So, I asked around and everyone thinks I'm a great catch and would be perfect for you." “Who did you ask?”

35. "What do you want me to do now? Give you a pat on the back? Feed you a treat, give you a belly rub and call you a good boy?"

36. "I'm really disappointed in you."

37. "Don't you realize that I'm trying to ignore you?" “I do, but I don’t like it.”

38. "Silly me to assume you would care."

39. "I'm sitting front row. I always do."

40. "Let's not worry about the future. Let's just take this one kiss at a time."

41. "It was just a kiss." "I know. But does it have to be just that?"

42. “Is that a ring box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

43. A teaches B how to ice skate

44. Going sledding

45. Baking together

46. “You’re so unlike the person I fell in love with at first. Who… Who are you?”

47. "S'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt" "You just can't cook."

48. “It’s finally pumpkin spice latte season!”

49. “If you get scared, don’t come crying to me.”

50. “You look about as miserable as I feel”

[scriv3lloirl]

HELLOOOO ALL!!

I come bearin Kitt Todd art cus I know how much y'all love them, plus I was in th' mood t' draw them a bunch. (Thank you MSI fer bein what I listen too while drawin.)

I have plen'y of Kitt lore here—it isn't 100% historically accurate.. but I'm tryin here. History was nev'r m' favorite subject.

Feat. Pre-trans Kitt n their four younger siblings.

Tfem goals tbh

I know it says "9 years old" in th' first drawin—but I meant t' write "10 years old" whoops. I fuck up ages quite a lot here lol

Not m' favorite drawin I've done; fucked up th' face.

Kitt (Todd) is the eldest of five!! They were born in 1926, a few years b'fore The Great Depression n all'at.

Their parents are neglectful. Wit their mom sufferin from severe Postpartum Depression n their father nev'r bein home cus of work, th' responsibility of raisin their siblings was left on their shoulders. They were only six.

Douglas n Todd are best friends!! They met when Todd moved into a trailer home/park down in the South (sometime durin the 1930s) fer' their father's work.

They were both each other's first crush!! They were some of the older kids on the lot (who didn't have t' work yet) so they gathered a lot of the kids t'gether n they all had fun.

When Douglas was 12-ish he moved out of the park n t' a different state cus his father found a better job elsewhere.

Finally th' siblings!! (In age/birth order)

First is Kitt, who we all know n love. They're the (Oldest; age 34—they/them pronouns. Transfemme Non-binary, Gay.)

They legally changed their name t' Leslie in order t' start a new life after gettin out of a horrifically abusive relationship. (That ex is th' reason why they became a sex worker in th' first place. (They've been in the Sex Industry since they were 18.))

They moved away from their family, out of th' South, when they turned 22—b'fore endin up in Skid Row (age 26.)

They started workin at The Gutter (age 30) as it was the only place that'd higher "someone like them." There they met Audrey, who is one of their best friends, n, eventually, their love interest, Orin.

Second is Eugene. (Second Born; Age 32—he/him pronouns. Cis Male, Heterosexual.)

There's not much t' say bout Kitt's other siblin's, mostly cus I finally started thinkin bout them more a few days prior. But he's a door-to-door salesman.

He has a wife named Kathleen n a daughter, Tamsin. They're expectin a baby boy soon. (Named Archie)

Third is Lester!! (Middle child; age 31—(ignore how it says 34. It's wrong)—he/him. Cis Male, Panromantic Asexual.)

He's a hippie n he's pretty cool. Th' only kid that still keeps in contact wit Kitt after all this time.

Last are the twins.

Virginia (Second Youngest (but older by two minutes); age 28—she/her. Cis Female, Biromantic Heterosexual.)

She's works at a hair salon as a stylist!! She's single and own a pet cat name Jewels.

An'

Constance (Youngest; age 28—she/her. Cis Female, Heterosexual.)

She works as a school teacher, n is engaged to a pilot named Herb Brewer. She's already expectin a baby, who they hope to name Peter (or Polly.)

I feel like I should mention that I nev'r came up wit a family name fer' these guys.. uhhh... I guess suggestions are open fer that?

If there's any misspellin's or anythin.. ignore it. I've been drawin n starin at a phone screen fer th' last 10 hours lol

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Saturday, 31 August, 2024

Class is at 0930 AM.

Pray for rain. We need it.

Warmup To Be Determined

A Birthday WOD

Partners Share, 1 Working At A Time

Can Be Done In Any Order

Row / Ski 1944m

80 Box Jumps.....(24/20)

80 Push-Ups

80 Med-Ball Sit-Ups.....(20/14)

80 Double-Under's

80 Pull-Ups

80 KBS.....(53/35)

80 Push Press.....(95/75/55)

80 Squats

Sue=43:20 (all) Warren A=45:22 (all) Herb=52:52 (all) Angel/Shannon=29:10 Robert/Tim=30:12 Dana/Esther=31:46 Paul=32:05 Bernie/Armando=33:09 Joe=33:12 Sandy/Cherrita=35:30 Rodney/Tom=41:20 Maddi/Sam/Nathan/Aiden/Below Average Dave/Far Above Average Ryan/Louis/CeCe/Alicia/Kayla/Linda/Tony/Diane/and several others who didn't post.

Notes:

A birthday celebration followed for yours truly. Alicia made me blow out candles and the traditional birthday song was sung. There was mucho food and snacks and Tom brought bubbly Champagne. I didn't taste everything, but I particularly enjoyed the home-made Bread on its home-made bread board & tomato salad (all by Sandy), quiche (Alicia), Breakfast casserole (Shannon). There was Chic fil A stuff, watermelon, pineapple, donuts, and many other items that I didn't make it to taste.

There were many birthday gifts, including several books, an orchid, and many cards that I hope have money or gift cards inside.

Sweet Maddi made her last visit. She is driving to NorCal tomorrow pulling a trailer. She is too adventuresome for her own good. I pray she doesn't pick up many hitch-hikers. It's probably only a tease, but she might visit briefly in October.

Tony and Diane came for a visit and a stroll in the Park. Oddly, Tony and I are currently and simultaneously being treated for essentially the same disease, at the same hospital, and by the same Surgeon. We went thru the surgery department only 1 day apart. This probably a HIPPA violation for one or both of us.

Average Dave dared to visit and bring his Above Average Wife Ryan. There was quiet boy-talk on the periphery of the group as all were in wonderment as to Average Daves' attributes and blind luck. CeCe also attended, as did her Brother Louis who was measured and is taller than Dad.

Sunday at 1 PM.

[whentherewerebicycles]

he’s down for his morning nap and I can hear him complaining loudly to himself in the other room 😅 I think it’s funniest when he’s obviously soooo sleepy just rubbing his eyes and yawning multiple times in a row but then as soon as you put him down he’s like um mother?? hello?? I just drank a Red Bull why would you put me to bed at time like this???? oh important update he’s now moved on from grumbling to sort of singing to himself in his crib ahaha. song of lament for a poor abandoned baby who is sooooo not sleepy at all [huge yawn].

ok some things I must do today: I gotta learn the last piece of music!! it’s not SO difficult but I’m the only person on my part and it’s arranged in a way that makes it super hard to find your place again if you lose it for even a second. I’m going to break it up into 6-8 sections and just drill each one multiple times. we rehearse again tomorrow night and then I’ll have a couple more days after that to really lock it into place. I am also walking with my old coworker and her baby around 2pm which will be nice! need to shower beforehand and make sure I have space for the stroller in my car. oh and I need to do prep work for tomorrow (finish DN’s outline and leave comments on EP’s draft). I might be hanging out with my brother/SIL/nephew tonight tbd… they all just had COVID and I’m a little nervous about the baby catching it even though they’re probably fine.

how about this:

6:30-8:30 morning routine

8:30-10:30lounge, read, leave draft comments, work on music

10:30-11:15 the boy woke up lonely so I am letting him finish his nap with mom

11-12 feed the boy + shower while he kicks around in his bouncer

12-1:30 maybe go to try to do labwork

2-3 walk with K

swing by liz’s

come home and really work on this music

[bobbinacrossafricatake2]

Public and Private

May 23, 2024

Early rise and shine. The room was comfortable and temperature without A/C quite fine. We got it together quickly and headed to “grab and go” coffee and continental tidbits to start the day. Everything was self serve. Ah, so spoiled are we!

Sylvanius and our vehicle-mates (John, Julie, Chris and Lola) were all on time and off we went. Sylvanius had fleece-lined ponchos for each of us. Thank goodness - it was COLD out there with the wind rushing by as we drove. We headed to Etosha National Park. Folks were lined up, but we cut in line (Sylvanius poo poo’d that we should be ashamed), waited for the gates to open and proceeded. We had one stop for Sylvanius to pay, but other than that we were on the road, in game-viewing mode, the entire five hours. In the national park, we’re limited to roads, and no getting out of the car. Aside from that, the big difference is all of the big vehicles - to include full-size tour busses. And of course, since we’re limited to marked roads, there are bigger groups of vehicles viewing anything of interest. The landscape is different. Rather than flora that seems half-tree/half-bush on the private reserve, it was mostly low scruffy shrubs and grasses. That made it wide open for looking. While there weren’t tons of creatures, we saw a good variety: a tower of giraffes (group of standing giraffes), lions (from afar) several types of antelope (including greater kudu, blue wildebeests, black-faced impalas, red hartebeasts), lot’s of zebras (on their short stubby legs), a yellow mongoose, few nice birds, jackals, a squirrel, a black rhino, and even (highlight of the morning) two honey badgers running around, playing and digging for bugs. We saw the salt pan (for which the park is named) — a big white expanse of salt. While stopped at the pan, Sylvanius gave us the bagged breakfasts that the lodge sent along. We didn’t need another meal, but had a few bites anyway. Our group has been good, amicable and interesting. Thank goodness for nice, adventurous vehicle mates! On the way back, catnaps were the name of the game, as we had quite far to travel with only few stops. We had lunch on our return, overlooking some good impala action at watering hole.

On the way back to the room, we decided to see what “the hide” is all about. Down a short path from the lounge area, we entered a protected path that descended to a structure with two doors. Inside is a row of 12 comfortable chairs at eye-level with the watering hole and very close to the action. We watched more impalas, includuing several boys sparring, until they decided to leave.

Five hours in the vehicle is long, and we were wasted so each took naps before heading again to the lounge area. Amazing that all six of us are on-time peeps, so we headed out earlier than our designated 4:30 PM start. We spent the afternoon drive in a different part of the private concession than we had been before. There was, of course, a lot of bumpy driving, but we had some great sightings: giraffes, a few good birds, several groups of white and black rhinos. Sylvanius needs some more experience in customer service, but he certainly came through in sightings. Our final big one was a pride of five lions asleep near a watering hold. Four males and one female. They had what looked like full bellies. We found them lying with limbs strewn over one other almost snuggling. One male got up and wandered over to the water then hid in the bushes. Then later the girl moved to be near him. We hung for a while, watching the remaining three rouse now and again, roll over, yawn, and pop up their heads when they heard something. Lazy, lazy afternoon for them, after chowing down on some poor, unfortunate creature for a couple days - like the male impala we saw with a broken leg who was assuredly not long for this world. Amazing how quickly we go from blood thirsty, hoping for a kill, to sympathetic, hoping for a miracle.

Sighting on drives is really a team effort. The guide watches for animal tracks in sand while driving, also scanning the landscape at a distance for shapes and signs his experience tells him something to see is nearby. He also listen to messages on the radio from fellow guides about the location of good sightings. We (guests) also have the responsibility for keeping eyes on the surroundings. Credit for two highlights today go to our vehicle-mates. In Etosha, Chris noted everyone in a vehicle ahead watching to the right, while most of us were looking left. When he saw what they were focused on, he asked, “What are those black and white things?” They were the elusive honey badgers, romping around and putting on a show. Sylvanius shared that he rarely sees them. Later in the afternoon, driving through the concession, Lola, from the back row, spotted rhinos. At first, she quietly alerted us all, but as Sylvanius kept going and Lola kept observing, when she saw a baby in the group, she prompted Sylvanius to stop with “Baby rhinos on the right!”

Our final sighting was the full moon rising. Amazingly bright and big! Some of us agreed, we could almost see it floating up, up, up above the horizon.

As with sightings being a team effort, we appreciate that vehicle mates look out for each other. As people became aware of Jill’s knee issue, both John and Chris stood-by at different stops to assist with climbing out of the vehicle. It was sad to say goodbye, but the end of light was approaching. We drove a ways and stopped for a sundowner. Naturally, the conversation with our buddies was easy, focused on travel, with ideas for future trips. It’s been a good group. Dinner was good with excellent rhino viewing in the watering hole below. Once again, the guy with the big gun walked us to our bungalow to settle in for a long night’s sleep.

Namibia has been a delight. Who knew? It sounded intriguing but was so much more. Ongava, named Rhino in the native language, did not compare to the fantastic service and warmth we received at our first two lodges, but the game drives and sightings certainly made the stay worthwhile.

[pbandjesse]

I'm walking in the woods right now. I'm on my way back to my building from riding horses which was fun but now my allergies are going crazy. I've decided that even though it's 8:00 I'm going to go home. I would like to take a shower and sleep in my own bed. Because while I love sleeping in the hammock I think being home has become a little bit more important to me this year. But today was a pretty good day overall even if I'm still pretty sore and I was very nauseous for a lot of it.

I slept okay last night. I did not get enough sleep for some reason. I don't even remember not falling asleep early last night I just didn't sleep good. And when I woke up it was 6:30 and I didn't need to be awake yet but I was and for some reason when I get to lay in bed for a half an hour just being awake I tend to feel better when my alarm does finally go off. And beyond being nauseous this held true.

I left for work and was in a pretty good mood. I had a nice drive and got here before 8:00. There wasn't a lot for me to do today. Like set up-wise. I had done a really good job of getting everything ready already So I just made sure everything was clean and then I went for a little walk. I went to talk to Chris and make sure that buying adhesive at home Depot would be a reimbursed. And he said it was fine. So I will do that either tomorrow or Saturday. And then I just did a little walk around camp until I went back to the art building where I hung out in the hammock inside.

I was already really nauseous but I was also very anxious. Specifically about my hammock. Anton is a very great help but he loves laying in the inside hammock and I want to lay on the inside hammock so I put a wash on my stuffed animals in it and my book and hoped that if he came while I was walking to the nurse that he would not be inside of it but he ended up not coming today. So it was fine. But my anxiety was still very high.

I was going to work today working on my blanket. All 12 rows are completed and now they are sewed together in pairs. And tomorrow I hope to work on sewing the Paris together. And so far Louisa has been a huge help making sure that none of my pairs or rose were incorrect. We laid them all out and made sure and pinned and put notes on things so that things were being laid and sewn in the right direction and it was nice.

And the kids today made pretty good artwork. They were mostly on time which was surprising. And we didn't have any like great masterpieces today. Not to say they weren't wonderful but none like blew me out of the water. I think some of the problem is we have too many white socks. I think if I was to do this project again next year I will get way more colorful socks. Because we ran out of those like on Monday and those ones just look so much cleaner.

But the kids were good and they made good work and while I didn't feel very good everyone was really kind. And I had the counselors helping with the hot glue and while there was one or two small burns nobody was seriously injured which is always my concern.

I did not go to lunch because I had brought my Chipotle from yesterday with me. And I ate half of that and then I just turned off the lights and hung out in the inside hammock until my next class. I just really it did not feel good today and was happy to be alone.

I honestly wasn't sure it was going to participate in the counselor ride tonight because I was feeling so unwell. But I knew that if I didn't I would feel bad about that too so really there was no winning. My neck also just really hurts still and I would love for it to stop hurting so much but nothing seems to be helping. I'm hoping that going home tonight and taking a hot bath will help at least a little bit.

The afternoon groups were great. My day campers really seem to like the sock project even if they have to keep starting over over it over again. And when the stockade boys came a few of them even made some puppets including Jorge. Jorge always makes walruses and I thought it was very sweet when he made a walrus. I was not feeling great still though. And I was trying my best to not let everyone know how bad I was feeling but it was hard. I was talking to Louisa a lot about it today because she spent literally the entire day with me. And she worked on her embroidery and we just chit-chatted while the kids worked and during our breaks we both read Dear America books while laying in the hammocks. She's reading the Titanic one but I don't think she's going to finish it because she says it's already too sad. Which is true.

But she just wants to chit chat I had to be one point be like Louisa please let me read my book I only have 20 pages left. And I really didn't love this one there was a lot of parts where I felt like I missed something because she was skipping big sections but it was still enjoyable at the end and I'm excited to read my next one which is going to be taking place in 1919 which is a nice change of pace because I've been doing a lot of 17 and 1800s.

My last day group camp group left and I still had one more group which was my late pioneer group. I was not thrilled about having such a late group but they were very sweet boys and they did a good job. And they had lots of questions about my blanket which I was finally finishing sewing out the last pair row. And I was able to lay everything out and get it all rolled up and folded.

While we were folding it Elizabeth called me to ask if Louisa was with me and I was like yes she's been here all day do you want me to send her down and at first she said no but then Alexi let us know that her dad was there and wanted to say hello so I sent her to the office. And then the boys finished up and I got my stuff and went to dinner.

Dinner was not good. It wasn't that it tasted bad because I didn't eat any of it. What they had for people who do eat me it was jerked Jamaican chicken and some rice and vegetables. Which is fine. Except there was a very unclearness of about what was vegetarian what wasn't and then they finally brought the vegetarian option out which was like a vegetarian chicken and rice Jamaican inspired dish. Which I'm sure would have been fine not my thing but fine. Except I scooped up and it was still frozen. So I gave it back to the chef and then he said it would be a few minutes in the oven and I waited like 15 minutes but it didn't come out so I just had a couple pieces of broccoli and gave up and left.

Mostly because we were getting ready for the trail ride at 7:00 and I wanted to get going to ice first. So I went and waited by the office and read my book a little bit. And then the people that work up in horses. Braden, Laney, and CC from the pool were up there waiting for Kona ice as well. And they were running a little bit late so we were jokingly like yelling about Jimmy not being there when he was supposed to be. Jimmy is the man that runs the Kona ice truck. And once he was there we got our things and I walked up with them. And they walk so fast. I have little legs guys and I'm old. But I did my best to keep up with them and it was nice hanging out.

I got to watch them tack up the horses. And put all of the things together and then everybody else who was coming on the trail ride would slowly start coming through. Ty was coming as well as Antonio. Tony was there as well. Candella who I love. And I specifically loved that she kept yelling at the horses in very very fast Spanish. I got to ride on Denton. And he was a very well behaved horse.

Which was great because I don't know if you remember my ride last year when I was on Little bolt and he rode me into Elizabeth's car and then into a bush. Denton was a very good listener. And he let me pet his face and his ears and I even gave him some of my snowball. It was mango flavored.

When we did finally get to ride I was all the way in the back because Denton likes to kick. He did not kick anyone but he kept biting the horse in front of us. And I think I did a lot better with controlling the words this year. Specifically because the saddle fit me better and I was not in excruciating pain the entire time. My neck still definitely hurt but there wasn't a lot of looking all the way backwards so it didn't bother me too much and I was able to just kind of be chill about it.

There were like three times where I screamed. The first one was because I thought it was so funny when we were going downhill and he started to trot. I can't imagine what a cancer feels like because trotting seems so fast. And you don't really have anything to hold on to so at one point I started slipping off the front of the saddle because I was writing an English saddle that has no horn. And that was very scary. And then another time I almost fell off and my feet fell out of the stirrups and I started sliding and then I got a crane up in my leg and I thought it was going to die. It was very scary. But I was laughing the whole way through and honestly it was a really nice time. I like to talking to Laney who was riding behind me as our trail guide. And I'm really glad that they cut the trail rides from an hour to a half an hour though because by the time the half hour is done my thighs hurt so much. Thankfully they don't really hurt too much anymore as I'm driving home. But I still have a good time.

Once the trail ride itself was done we went into the ring and we were allowed to just kind of ride in circles and try things out. I got Denton to trot a few more times and I felt a little bit more in control and I got him to turn the way I wanted him to and I felt a lot more secure. I still don't know how you don't slide off the saddle but I was having a good time. Eventually though I did just want to get off of the horse. He kept trying to walk over the jumps and I did not enjoy that and I didn't know how to make him stop trying to do that. And I was very afraid he was going to jump for real. I was very much ready to be done.

Lady wouldn't let me use the stairs to get off of him and I was very afraid of sliding off the horse to get on the ground because my likes keep giving out but I was able to slowly slide down and get off and I did not die. I watched Denton back up to his little house and one of the other girls help me take his tack and saddle off. And then I gave him the rest of my snowball and said goodbye.

That is when I decided I was going to go. It's not as late as I thought it was going to be and I really still do not feel good. And I really think that me and showering and being clean and then being in my own bed will help. I really hope it does. At least emotionally.

I am writing this in the car while I drive home but I'm using talk to text so I feel like it's fine. I'm not looking at my phone at all so hopefully most of this is coming out and it's not nonsense.

I walked back up to the car after and enjoyed being in the woods. And now I am in the car and most of the way home. Tomorrow is going to be a long day but I still think it will be good. My plan is to work and then after my last program I got to get set up for next week and then make sure everything is put away from this week and then I'm going to help with pickup and the ceremony directions. And then I will get out of there. I'm going to go to home Depot and get the adhesive I need. And hopefully you'll be home around the same time and I'm getting home today. It's going to be a long day so I really hope this nausea goes away because it sucks.

I hope you all sleep great. I promise not to post this until I'm actually home. I love you all. Good night!