#weekdays are easier tho

[dinogoofymutated]

First born Headcannons! Multi/Fem!Afab! Reader - Angel, Colossus, Nightcrawler, Gambit OKAY FUCK I don't know what came over me it just happened okay??? This whole thing started thinkin about colossus and a lil baby and then I was thinking about Warren taking the nightshift with his own baby and I spiraled from there. Warren's is like twice as long as everyone elses my bad yall. If there are any typos don't make fun of me ill fix them tomorrow I'm so tired lol TWs: Childbirth mentioned (Not described tho), Babies, wholesome shit. I know that some of these characters have had kids in the comics and that these hcs may be ooc, but I do not care lol. Little bit of anxiety and panic, but everything is okay.

Warren Worthington

Warren is such a dad. I don't even know how to describe it. Like, he's not as effortlessly fatherly like Piotr is, but once he has a kid he's devoted to making sure this kid gets all the emotional, physical, and financial support they would ever need.

He had such a rocky childhood with his own dad, so he hates the idea of his child ever going through the same sort of thing.

He might be a little clueless with the actual baby things, like when to feed, how to dress, and what to feed his little one, but he does take diaper duty as his sole purpose in life. He does adjust for the things he lacks though, and gradually adjusts to be better at them!

He's strangely good with babies, even before he had his own! There's just something about him that makes them stop crying. He's also an expert at nap times.

    It’s an early weekday afternoon. The sun is shining through the blinds in warm golden rays, the sink clean and the dishwasher running. There’s a click once the message on the answering machine stops playing, and you have an uncertain frown on your face as you take it all in.

    The house is silent, brightly decorated with pictures of your close friends lining the walls of the hallway. The sounds of your husband quietly shushing your infant son gradually become easier to hear when you reach the cracked door of the nursery, pushing it open as quietly as you can.

    Warren’s back is facing you, fluffy wings almost glowing where the sunrays touch his feathers. Your newborn is sleeping in his arms, napping after a lunchtime bottle. He’s bouncing the baby just slightly, and you swear you can see his smile without ever having to see his face. It’s a sweet moment you want to crystalize in your memories. You lean against the doorway, smiling just as bright as you’re sure he is.

    "Hi~" You say sweetly after a moment. You were right. Warren’s happy smile is bright and blinding when he turns to look at you.

    "Hey," He says quickly, lifting your sleeping son so that you can see him better. "Hi Mama, say hi Mama!" Warren whispers as he lifts the baby’s pudgy little hand to wave at you. You can’t help but giggle, walking forward to kiss both of them on their cheeks- your little one not stirring from his nap. You take a breath afterward, leaning against his side as you debate telling him.

    “Something wrong?” Warren asks, one of his wings stretching out to wrap around your side and pull you closer to him. Normally you giggle, but today you bite your lip, unsure.

    "Your dad called." Your words are soft when you say it, and Warren immediately laughs in a way that sounds more like a scoff.

    “His secretary, you mean.” Warren attempts to correct, and his joking tone makes you frown a little, rubbing his upper arm in an attempt to be soothing.

    “No, not her, honey.” Warren stays silent after you say it, his brow furrowing as his face turns into a reflection of confusion and sadness. You can see the conflict as he turns the words over in his head, cooing and shushing your son back to sleep when he starts to stir a little, feeling the atmosphere shift. 

    “...what did he want?” He asks, voice low and quiet.

    “He left a message on the answering machine if you want to listen to it.” You tell him. “He, well… He wants to meet his grandson.” Warren scoffs at that, shaking his head as he starts to pace the room a little. You stand there, grounded as you watch him process the sudden contact.

    “He really said that? After all he’s put me through, he wants to meet our son… What a joke.” You grimace when Warren starts to laugh. He finally stops pacing to gently lay your son back in his crib. He leans against the side with one hand as the other rubs his eyes before it slides up to run through his hair.

    “Do you want him to?” You ask after a moment, stepping over to his side. He leans into your touch when you reach out to hold his cheek.

    “I-” Warren stops himself, taking a deep breath as he takes your hand in his own. “What do you want to do?” He asks instead. You shake your head at him, taking hold of his hand in both of yours, tracing the wedding band on his finger.

    “He’s your dad, love. It’s your choice.” You say softly. Warren is still frowning, and he lets out a long breath, deflating a little bit. He turns around to face you, pressing a kiss to your temple and holding you there for a long moment. You wish you had even a fraction of Jean’s or the Professor’s power, if only you could see what was going on in that head of his. He pulls you into a side hug, and the two of you spend a long while looking at your infant in the crib. The perfect mixture of the both of you. Certain to be a mutant in his own right. You can tell Warren spends every second thinking about it.

    When he steps away from you, He’s silent.

    “Warren?” You call out for him as he leaves the room. You’re about to follow when you hear the distinct sound of your son about to wake up, the little whine catching your attention as you coo him back to sleep instead. The door to the nursery is open, and just faintly down the hall, you hear the sound of the landline starting to ring.

    “Hey, Dad, it’s Warren. Is Saturday okay?”

Piotr Rasputin

GOD this man is so good with kids. I mean, have you seen those comic panels with him and his sister??

This man was made, built, forged to be a dad. He's protective but encouraging, and although he may be blunt, he knows when his kiddo needs some comfort.

He takes all the classes with you during the pregnancy, and he knows he'd never hurt his baby, but there's always a lil bit of worry in the back of his mind. He's a little too strong, and he hates the thought of slipping up and accidentally harming this fragile little soul the two of you brought into this world.

He gains confidence with time, and when the baby arrives he's always carrying them securely on one thick arm, belly down as they sleep soundly against him.

    His baby is so small when they hand her to him in the hospital. She's tiny. Smaller than the width of his arm. He looks like a giant as he holds her, sat next to your bedside as you recover from her delivery. He's in awe as he looks at her, a tiny little life, the greatest gift you've ever given him besides your hand in marriage. 

    You and others had always joked that his baby would be huge, big-headed, 99th percentile, and he never minded it. It was no secret that he was a big man, and he didn't mind what size the baby was as long as it was healthy, and looking at the little bundle of joy in his arms, he decides he wouldn't have it any other way.

    It's almost comical, how small she is. Hell, even you might have doubted the paternity of the baby girl if it hadn't been for her head of pitch-black hair, and pretty blue eyes. Almost a carbon copy of himself.

    “She has your eyes.” You say once her cries quiet down, and she begins to fall asleep in her father's arms.

    “No.” Piotr hums, gingerly touching his daughter's face. “They look much more like Illyana's.” You hadn't thought about that before, but now that he mentions it, the resemblance is undeniable. You giggle at that, Scooting closer so that you can lean on his shoulder.

    “The nurse said that she's waiting outside, when you're ready. I'm sure she's beyond excited to meet her niece.” You mumble. Piotr has placed a finger in the palm of your baby's hand, both of you smiling when the little fingers do their best to try and close around his fingertip. Piotr cannot wait to see the face of his sister when she sees your baby, but he'll be the first to admit, he'd like it if this moment could just last a little while longer.

Kurt wagner

Kurt is such a good dad oh my god.

He's always talking about you and the kids, bragging about literally everything you do ever. He's the kind of dad that has endless photos of his kiddos in his wallet, car, locker, everywhere.

And he's so devoted, too. He'll do anything you ask him to do during the newborn stage (and after) and is beyond supportive. His goals are happy Spouse, Happy kids, Happy life.

He's also very sentimental :) he thanks god every day for you and the blessing that is your baby.

    Kurt’s side of the bed was empty when you woke up this morning, and despite the normal amount of anxiety you normally feel when that happens, you feel peaceful. You’re smiling at the empty mattress, rolling over to his side to push your face into his pillow, taking a deep breath. Used to, you would be worried. You would wonder where he was, or if he was safe. If he had gone off on some x-men mission without telling you (which he never did). But today, you know exactly where he is. You’re smiling now as you think about it, pressing a kiss to his pillow before standing up.

    There’s a soft humming in the house, quiet and soothing. It’s not hard to figure out where it’s coming from, the path to the spare room having become second nature to you- although, it really wasn’t much of a spare room anymore. You try not to be too loud when you enter the room through the cracked door.

   Kurt is humming sweetly, your son laid out on the changing table as Kurt finishes worming his pudgy little legs through a new onesie. The baby whines a little, squirming around as Kurt attempts to change his clothes. 

    “Patience, Mein kleiner Schatz. This won’t take long.” Kurt says sweetly. Your son isn’t really having this whole changing business, and it makes Kurt chuckle. His tail is wrapped around a bottle of milk, and he sets it to the side right before he snakes his tail over the crib. He brushes the spaded end lovingly over your baby’s cheek as a distraction, and the infant coos as he finishes getting his arms through the sleeves. His tail takes over from there, buttoning the onesie's clasps as he turns to grab the bottle of milk instead- stopping for a split second when he sees you in the doorway. Kurt smiles.

    “How are my boys?” You ask, voice a little rough from sleep.

    “Gut! And lively, it seems.” He tells you. He passes the bottle off to his tail again when you walk over, taking you into his arms as he shakes the formula up a little more. Kurt kisses you sweetly on the lips, pressing his forehead against your own when you separate. 

    “Guten Morgen, Schatz. How are you feeling?” You swear you fall in love with him all over again each day when he greets you like that. You shrug your shoulders in response, smile dropping just a little bit.

    “I’m okay. Still tired, and definitely still bloated, but I’m okay.” You admit. Kurt frowns a little, brushing some hair from your face.

    “Did you see the medicine I left for you on the nightstand?” Kurt asks, and you immediately make a bit of a silly face, remembering that you didn’t exactly get up on your own side of the bed today. Kurt knows what that looks means and begins to laugh, just as your son begins to whimper and whine to be held and fed. You try to go pick him up, but Kurt stops you as he picks your baby up instead, bottle at the ready.

   “Go take your meds, I’ve got him, Liebchen.”

Remy LeBeau

Remy is a little nervous to be a dad.

Not in a flight way!! He's just a little worried that he'll be a bad influence on the kiddo. and well, I mean sure. If you're worried about the kiddo being a little rager and being into a few to many wild hobbies I guess (usually comes with the cajun territory)- but overall, Gambit is such a sweetheart, and if anything his kiddos would be so respectful and loving towards their parents.

Remy's very protective over your baby. The protectiveness is at it's height around 0-3yrs of age, but it never, ever goes away completely.

He might talk some smack about how a little bit of dirt/germs never hurt anyone, but He's actually the kind of dad that makes everyone put germex on before even thinking about holding the baby.

He's on top of feedings, and never fears a blowout when it comes to changing diapers (no matter how much he might gag). He might not have the diaper back stocked and loaded 24/7, but he's doing the best he can.

    When you wake up, It’s about 3am. Your eyes blink oper wearily, and the light from the alarm clock is practically burning into your eyes. You want nothing more to curl up and go back to sleep, and you almost do, until the time actually registers.

    3am. Its 3am, and you went to bed at 10pm. This is the first time you’ve woken up since then. Your veins feel like ice when you realize that you haven't heard the baby cry once. You rip the cover off of you, breaking out in a panicked run across the hall to check on your newborn. You don’t even realize that Remy isn’t even in bed until you slam the door open and see him standing there, your daughter in his arms as he rocks her to sleep in the rocking chair You breathe a sigh of relief as he looks at you with a tired smile, but your anxiety still remains.

    “Remy? Is she okay?” You whisper, practically leaping over to his side to take the little one out of his arms.

    “She’s Okay, Cher.” Remy replies softly. He stands from the chair, wrapping his hands around your back, the infant snug in between your bodies. You sigh again, taking a moment to look at your daughter carefully, eyeing her chest as it rises and falls, and straining your ears to hear her breathing. Remy gives you a second to get situated, yawning just a bit as he sways the three of you as you stand there. You relax as he holds you both, resting your head against his shoulder.

    “Why don’ you go back to bed.” Remy says after a long minute. “That was the longest I’ve seen you sleep in a while.” You frown. He’s not wrong. Your newborn has been a bit colicky lately, crying for nights on end since you brought her home with very few things to keep her comfortable. She has started to grow out of it, but the effects still remained. She cries a lot at nighttime, and it makes you wonder if that’s why you had slept so long, because of Remy staying up to keep her quiet.

    “And leave you here? Remy, how long have you been awake?” You ask, looking up at his face. He shrugs, smiling still as the three of you sway.

    “I’m fine. I can stay up all night if I need to, as long as you get to catch up on some sleep.” If it were any other circumstance, you might have swooned at the words. As sweet is he is, you can’t let him do that! He begins to step away to place your daughter in her crib, and you hold yourself back from trying to take her from him and commanding him to just go to bed.

    “Remy-”

    “Ah ah ah, Cher, don’t wake ma petit, now.” Remy cuts you off with a whisper, turning around to place a finger against his lips in a shushing motion. He almost makes you giggle, but instead, you simply shake your head at him. He pulls you into a loving kiss when he’s close enough, running his hand through your hair. You know he’s waiting for you to pull back, to retreat into the bedroom to sleep like he asked you to, but you’re still hesitant. He knows your stubbornness firsthand and chuckles when he pulls back a little.

    “Do I need to tuck you in, too?”

[penny-anna]

i bought a flat this week.

was off work sick last thursday/friday with what turned out to be the beginnings of a bad cold but at the time i was just like 'oh no why am i so tired is this the return of the Mystery Fatigue'

let's backtrack for a second!! back when i had the offer accepted on my flat my solicitor suggested october 6th as a move in date and i was like sure that works (this was around the beginning of september). then i didn't hear anything from them for many days and then i started getting major dry eye problems that became all consuming so i didn't get around to chasing them.

anyway!! tuesday last week i get an email from my solicitor like 'hi are you still able to complete friday' and i did not have the headspace to deal with it so i didn't reply

Wednesday my solicitor calls like 'hi. we need to know if you want to complete friday'. i'm like 'actually i'm really not feeling well this week, could we postpone'. she calls back a few minutes later like 'they cannot postone'. at this point i'm still thinking that if i get a decent night's sleep i'll feel better so i tell her i'll deal with it in the morning.

Thursday i feel spectacularly worse. have to get up to go to an appointment with my optometrist. almost start crying in their office bcos i'm just so exhausted. (he seemed weirdly unfazed by this?? looking back i wonder if he thought my eyes were hurting or something and didn't realise that i was holding back tears gfhglj) call out sick from work.

plan is to take a nap and then look at the documents my solicitor sent over but she calls me again like 'hi. sorry to bother you i know you're sick but can we complete today' so i'm like ah shit ig we're doing this now. please walk me through exactly what you need me to do here. 'we just need you to send us the money'. yeah i can do that. i've never made a payment this big before tho.

(i'm buying w money inherited from my mother so even for a flat purchase it's an unusually large amount of money)

'oh yeah you won't be able to that online. *pause* are you well enough to go to the bank?' i am tired enough that going to the bank will suck but not so sick i cannot go to the bank.

i had gone fully back to bed. spurred on by sudden wave of adrenaline, get out of bed and dressed and get the bus into town to the bank.

my bank closes at 3pm weekdays and by the time i get that it's about 1:45. explain the situation. turns out that to make a payment this big you need a sit-down meeting with a member of staff and they are booked solid till 3. 'can you come back tomorrow at 9:30 when we open' *dying inside* yes. i can come back tomorrow at 9:30.

go home. remember that i'd told my manager that i'd call her at 9 to let her know if i'm going to be working (i will defo not be working & she knows this) which will be tricky if i have to leave at 9 to go to the bank. have a pretty interminable IM conversation via microsoft teams about this wherein i suggest i message her first thing and call a bit later and she isn't going for it. eventually agree to call at 9 just so i can end the conversation and go to sleep.

Friday morning end up calling my manager from the bus. get to bank. whole thing takes a full 30 minutes so yeah i can see why they couldn't fit me in thursday afternoon ghfdljkfhdj. i'm so so tired. they have to go over a whole fraud prevention statement with you. 'you should be aware that scammers can pretend to be your solicitor'. me, exhausted: okay what if just this one time. a scammer is pretending to be my solicitor.

make the payment. go home to sleep finally.

later in the afternoon get another call from the solicitor. 'hi we have the keys you can come get them whenever'. oh yeah i'd been so caught up in trying to get them the money i'd kinda forgotten about. actually getting the flat.

(side note at no point was i planning to move in on 'moving day', an advantage of being a first time buyer is that i don't have to & i want to redecorate the place which is easier while it's empty)

initially say i'll come in next week but then realise that ideally next week i'll be back at work (i am not but anyway) so i might as well go now. it's pushing 4pm so will need to head out ASAP.

eyes are very dry and itchy from sleeping all day but fortunately i just (on a recommendation from my optometrist) bought a thing called a facial sauna which is a very weird contraption but does work extremely quickly.

pack my eye drops and also a peanut butter sandwich to eat in my new flat (why not) and go get the keys.

arrive at the flat. on inspection realise that the envelope i've been given seems to contain the most random assortment of loose keys. eventually identify an actual set of keys.

put my key in the lock of the flat door. abruptly hear a cat meowing, somewhere very close by.

previous owner had cats (plural) (i know this bcos i saw them when i was viewing the place). have a sudden moment of panic that i've somehow wildly misunderstood the whole situation and that she and her cats are still in residence.

look down. there is a very large, very fluffy white cat standing next to me, looking up at me as if expecting to be let in.

'you can't come in. this is my house.'

make my first mistake: think that if i open the door i will be able to prevent the cat from entering.

cat goes straight on into my flat.

i'm now pursuing the cat from room to room saying 'hey! hey you can't be in here! this is my house!'. the cat doesn't give a shit for obvious reasons (it is a cat)

i might have considered just shooing the cat outside and shutting the door but have arrived at an IMO not unreasonable concern. cat seemed very determined to enter this flat in particular and is now roaming around as if looking for something. previous owner had multiple cats and moved out AFAIK today. i have heard stories about people accidentally leaving cats behind when they move.

at this point it's 4:55 on a Friday. call my solicitor and explain the situation. ask if she could pass on a message to the seller's solicitor. unfortunately they have already closed for the week so it will have to wait till Monday but she will do her best.

decide the next course of action is to see if the cat has any ID. the cat is wearing a harness & collar so might have a tag with an address. make my second mistake: pick the cat up.

the cat does not have any ID on the harness. the cat does NOT like being picked up. cat gets very squirmy and then begins scratching me. cat manages to break my skin through a hoodie.

i put the cat down. the cat hisses at me. this is very rude considering that it is in my house.

head across the landing to see if the people opposite are missing a cat or, failing that, know their neighbours well enough to recognise the cat. there's no answer.

however!! i hear a voice down in the stairwell that sounds like it could be someone calling out a cat's name. 'hi!! is someone down there looking for a cat?' no answer.

look down the stairwell. on the ground floor there is a very large fluffy brown cat wearing a harness. !!!!! that is my cat's friend!

retrieve the cat from my flat (fortunately it just follows me out) and head downstairs. am met partway up by the cat's owner.

'oh thank god is this your cat'. it is her cat. apparently she had opened her front door to let them out into the garden and it had wandered off. 'i just moved in today it came into my flat'.

she is very apologetic. cat is unrepetent.

go back inside. call my solicitor's office. 'hi was it you i spoke to just now about the cat' (I told 2 people about the cat) 'no i just answered the phone because it was ringing. what cat.' 'can you tell *solicitor's name* that i have found the cat's owner. she will know what you mean'.

problem solved!! time to eat my peanut butter sandwich. :)

[ginnsbaker]

how did you get into running and how do you balance it with other things in your life?

Honestly, I got into it when I was younger due to weight gain. I wasn’t consistent tho. I only became an active runner last 2022, by active I mean running at least 4-5 times a week, having a structured plan with specific finish time goals, but then life happened in the middle of 2023 when my girlfriend quit after our first marathon to concentrate on her business, so I quit too to support her. we got back to it this year and finished the sydney marathon together :)

If you’re interested to take it up as a hobby, start by joining a local run group. it really helps when you’re running with someone vs running alone. if you cant run continuously for 5minutes, walk. then run again, then walk if you’re tired, until you can run longer than 5, than 10, than 30, etc.

how i balance it? my typical weekday runs last between 45mins to 1.5hrs, and 2 hours on the weekends. i get up at 4am and start my runs at 5am. i go to work at 9am, so i make sure im done by 7am. for me to be able to wake up that early, i sleep the latest at 9pm. it takes a lot of discipline and intention to have a sleep schedule like this, and it doesn’t happen overnight. sometimes i need to take melatonin to be able to sleep before 9pm.

i plan my day ahead. im lucky that i work from home, so it’s easier to juggle work, house chores and writing, as long as I set a specific time for them.

starting anything is the hardest part. but just show up, just do it. until it becomes a routine, until it becomes a part of you.

[rustbeltjessie]

One reason I love poetry is that it has fewer rules than prose. I’m not talking rules about structure and syntax (tho that’s true too, unless you’re a die-hard formalist). What I’m talking about is that in poetry, you can blend the line between fiction and real life a lot more easily. You don’t have to declare that 100% of what you put in the poem really happened (to you, or anyone), nor do you have to say you made it all up. With prose, if you call it a memoir people get mad if they think you’re lying, and if you call it fiction there’s a whole bunch of different rules and you still get annoying people asking you how much of it is autobiographical. Maybe people do that with poems, too, but it seems to happen less often. Facts don’t matter as much as emotional resonance. Also, some things that seem unbelievable in prose are magical in poems.



For example: there is a house I drive past every weekday on the way to drop my older kid off at school. The house is drab, dingy, a little spooky. All the bushes out front are overgrown and gone to seed, or dead. Except right near the curb, there’s this single, beautiful rose. Not a rose bush with one rose on it, no, just one solitary rose growing near the curb. And it is perfect. It is the Platonic ideal of a rose.



You’re already disbelieving me, aren’t you? This sounds like an overwrought metaphor, but if I put it in a poem I could make you believe wholeheartedly in the existence of this rose. I swear it’s real, but bear with me, because it gets more unbelievable—the rose changes color. Some days it’s as ruby red as Marilyn Monroe’s lips. Other days it’s more pink, or more orange. And it glows. It must have its own internal light source, because no matter how gray or dull or rainy the day, the rose is luminous.



(That’s another thing that’s easier in a poem—using words like luminous. They sound a bit cheesy in prose, or in everyday conversation.)



Every time I pass the gloom-house with its glowing rose I have the profound desire to pull my car over and pick it, but I always keep driving. I have read enough fairy tales to know that picking luminous flowers from the gardens of strange houses is never a good idea.

—Jessie Lynn McMains, from “yeah, but did it really happen?” (October 2018)

[ericstoltz]

life update!!

i finally have some free time and havent properly posted something in so long so i thought id write up something!

first of all i want to say that ive successfully fixed my bingewatch problem in late january!! i hate to say it, but seeing how many movies i saw last year in my letterboxd wrapped really concerned me 🫤 i wanted to make an effort to make use of my time properly (after starting a new job and all) and i thought i wont let myself waste time bingeing horrible b-movies just so i can bump up the percent watched in someones filmography (its kinda tricky doing it so i made a resolution to only watch movies which interests me if i want to see more of someone)

with that said, i ended up not watching anything on weekdays and eventually think that staring at my phone for more than an hour wasnt my thing anymore (at least in the context of doing it EVERYDAY). so that may be one of the reasons why the turnaround for my hyperfixations got slower (which i think is good!).

ALSO, i do want to mention that because ive been watching less films recently i initially thought it would be great for my gif making hobby since i wont feel the pressure of wanting to gif so many movies at one sitting. i tried this in early feb and.. well... lets just say that it takes time for my very old laptop to make gifs (i had it since college during the pandemic so it was really used!). i only screen record scenes i want to gif because i hate having to wait to download AND even if i had hq clips it would take my laptop so long to render. so making something lq and having to wait 30mins just for a single gif wasnt doing it for me (bcs i said i wanted to make more use of my time).. so thats the reason why i havent posted anything lately (I REALLY REALLY wanted to make a gifset of josh whitehouse in valley girl but the quality just ended up stressing me 🫠)

and for my last update, as u can tell from my reblogs on queue, i just saw daisy jones and the six and LOVE josh whitehouse and he really got me playing the guitar again 😭😭 (i still think its a miracle!!!). ive been practicing some old pieces i used to perform when i was in high school during my 5-9's and i just had a bizzare idea of getting into the piano. i only ever played classical before, so i always had a problem doing improvs. i spent some time looking at videos on youtube and found out improvs on the piano were waay easier to play and understand, so im gonna buy a keyboard very very soon (which im so excited for)!!!! learning how to do jazz improvs on keys would probably be my new hobby and making gifs would probably be back until i get a new laptop (which at the moment is very low priority 🥲)

SO THERES THAT! Now heres an audit trail of my jan-feb hyperfixations!

still on a tom blyth high since late december 2023

dom sessa: after watching the holdovers (seriously this time)

sam claflin: i wanted to get out of the coriolanus blackhole so i ended up reading finnick odair fics 😭😭 i found out he was the lead in daisy jones and the six so i watched that! my hyperfixation didnt last tho!! i have love rosie on my watchlist but got side tracked bcs of... *drum roll*

JOSH WHITEHOUSE -i find it crazy how most of my hyperfixations are englishmen. but yes. my sweet pookie. i love him. i will try not to talk much bcs if i start i wont stop. but tldr i didnt binge his filmography so i was on his youtube channel for quite some time and spent 15mins a day there... thats maybe the reason i got into playing the guitar again? love his music videos AND love how he plays flamenco. i play classical on the guitar and am a tarrèga girl so i never bothered to learn flamenco (tarrèga hated it) . but knowing just that made me want to at least remember some pieces i used to play just so i can play again... THEN i found out he has a new movie coming up with...

malcolm mcrae: ngl his pretty face caught my eye (special shoutout to anya! literally the power couple)... my first thoughts were like 'ohh i wonder what his character is like in triton'. but then i found out hes in a band SO i was thinking ok hes in a movie w josh so theres probably gonna be something music in it. i then looked up his band and love their songs!! theyre only a duo which i think is p strong (u dont need that many ppl in a band rly!) and i watched some interviews they had too!

KANE RITCHOTTE: my babygirl. my darling. idk what to say abt him. his songs with malcolm are always so magical. ive been playing gods in the details on repeat since early feb. hes my favorite more* member. the literal musical god. im praying hell sing more songs. ALSO i was suprised he did a cameo in daisy jones and the six with malcolm (they were the one who taught some of them how to play their instruments!! i was in awe bcs malcolm was the literal billy dune. LIKE sam claflin really copied his playing style which is so neat!!)

thats all!! thanks so much if uve read up until this point ily and pls lmk what uve been up to as well 🫶

take care <3

[phagodyke]

OK done the journey there just jotting down some thoughts so I don't forget omw back:

took me abt an hour all in all bc I was keeping track of directions and going at a v leisurely pace (~8mph). could easily do it in 40 mins or less I reckon

moderate hills esp towards the end of the route but nothing too intense, I'm just out of practice cycling. didnt have to stop at any point tho and I reckon after a couple passes I won't even feel them at all. one longish mild downward slope which was fun to go fast on but might be a pain on the way back

generally rly nice route, much easier than I expected. there's a national cycle trail parallel for the vast majority of it which was semi-busy today as its a sunday but I imagine there'll be far less pedestrians at the times I'd be travelling on weekdays + any cyclists would also be commuting so I won't have to slow down as often.

nice view + smells like wild garlic atm :-)

99% paved which suits me. would be fine if there were some rougher sections bc I have a hybrid/touring bike but honestly I dont rly like cycling off road lol

one confusing junction where I had to come off the cycle trail... I think a diversion for road works (?) it's fine bc the road it connects onto is my old bus route so I'm v familiar w it already + there are bike lanes so it's v safe for cyclists. I'm gonna try and skip straight to the cycle trail on the way back tho just bc navigating traffic is a pain sometimes and breaks my flow. looking at the map it seems to pass really close to my work so I'll just follow it and see if my satnav tries to redirect me again

not feeling any muscle tiredness yet but we'll see how the way back goes and how i feel tmr. when I start cycling to work for real I'll just do it 2-3 days a week until I'm confident I can do it daily. itll be weather dependent anyway, today is gorg but it loves to randomly rain here and I don't have the right kind of brakes for bad weather.. also would be great bc my dr wants me exercising an hour a day which isn't feasible w my routine currently but itd tick that box

need to get cycling gloves + proper cycling shorts. not necessarily w padding but it wouldn't hurt if I'm gonna be doing it often.. didnt get crazy sweaty but that might change w a backpack on + I'll need a change of clothes for work regardless bc I don't wanna get grease stains on my work trousers lol. I think my work has showers but only for the production lab(?) I'll ask my manager if she knows whether im allowed to use them. I could get away without it but it'd be nice to have the option...

all in all successful experiment 👍 taken a 45 min break to chill + have a snack now its time for pt2: going home yayyy

[solar-argo]

I FORGOT ABOUT THE OC-TOBER IM SO SORRY

I'm going on a road trip with my mom tomorrow tho, which means! A lot of time to draw! So i will try my bestest to do a few days LMAO

Anyway to tide yall over, have my lego monkie kid oc!! I love her with all of my heart.

I have edited her design a little, and given her a backstory!! I also finished the show. Giggles autistically. CW for below, season 3 spoilers for Lego Monkie Kid! As well as minor character death, but that's not a show spoiler

So, she has a little sister, Fēn, and she loves her little sister. Her parents are. Distant at best, so Qiu was kinda eldest daughter syndrome-ed by their parents. During the Lady Bone Demon attack, her house collapsed while her sister was at school (Qiu is in university, taking classes at night, and working part time to afford a babysitter for Fēn when their parents arent around, which is often).

Qiu wakes up in a pocket of rubble and is able to wiggle her way out, and stays at a hospital thats taking in displaced people while tracking down her sister. When she finally finds her, about a week later, she tells Fēn that she couldn't find their parents, but when people offer to try to help finding them, Qiu politely declines, and never does bother to put in effort to find them.

Considering Qiu is now the SOLE provider for her little sister, she drops out of her evening classes and searches for a full-time job that will take her despite her lack of degree. Her search takes her to Pigsy's noodles, where she's once again told that there aren't any openings. However, she is desperate for a job, and begs Pigsy to consider her. So, he hesitantly offers her a job in the kitchen; doing prep work for him, grocery runs when they run out of an ingredient, etc. She thanks him, and the next day she sends Fēn off to school, and goes to Pigsy's noodles.

Every weekday she leaves early to pick up her sister, and then comes right back, plonking her sister in a chair at the counter to do her homework. Eventually, Tang and Mei offer to do it, and trade off picking Fēn up from school. While she's at the shop, Tang and Mei usually keep her company, and, when it's not busy, so will MK.

Eventually, they find out that Qiu dropped out of school, and when they ask why, she shrugs and responds 'I couldn't afford a house, food, AND a babysitter while in school, so I had to sacrifice something.' They all feel bad, despite the fact that Qiu shrugs it off, saying that it was a part of life. So, MK, Mei, and Tang all band together and tell Qiu that they'll watch Fēn for free while she is in classes. Qiu cries, thanks them, and applies to uni again for the new school year.

Problems arise, however, during the first set of exams. Qiu needs to be at school in the morning, and everyone is busy in the morning; MK doing training, Mei training as well (I headcanon that after the arc was finished, Mei kept training to use the samadhi fire with Red Son), and Tang usually shopping with Pigsy.

So, on MK's day with Fēn, she's brought the flower fruit mountain, and gets to meet Sun Wukong. They get along... alright; Sun Wukong is a little awkward around her, considering she's a lot younger than MK, and he's not quite sure how to talk to her. They spend the day painting rocks while MK does chores around the mountain; Qiu didn't want them to work on fighting with a 6 year old right there.

On Mei's day, she takes Fēn to see Red Son, who has Mei work on her focus and control over the fire. Red Son, who has a MUCH easier time talking to her than Wukong, ends up sitting next to Fēn and playing various games with her while Mei trains.

On Tang's day, she gets dropped off with Sandy, who ends up having a several hour long tea party with her and Mo, complete with a comically small tiara for Sandy, and a pink ballgown for Mo. And of course, Fēn dresses up in her own blue gown, and doesn't ask Sandy why or how he had her favorite color ballgown. (He asked Qiu what Fēn's size was, and made a gown for her, just in case she ever came over)

And on the last day of exams, MK had training again; this time, with Macaque. Macaque was, to most people's surprise, very soft with Fēn. When MK arrived to his dojo, visibly frazzled with an excited 6 year old, he'd blinked, stared for a moment. He'd sighed, canceling training, and left the dojo, locking it behind him, before bending down to talk to Fēn, introducing himself, and asking what she wanted to do. And so, the 3 of them went to an arcade, MK and Fēn playing while Macaque kept an eye out. By the end of the day, Fēn was referring to Macaque as "uncle M"

That's all I got for now, and I did not mean for it to be so damn LONG?? Jesus christ- TLDR lbd attacks, oc becomes mom to her little sister, works at Pigsy's, goes to college, and The Gang babysits her little sister for her.

Mayhaps I should make a fic out of this. (I will never make a fic out of this, I do NOT have the motivation to write. Like, ever)

[frederickkatz]

Texts: Sparky (Cameron) & Freddie

@cameronslaw

Freddie: so yesterday there's was a huge thunderstorm out on nowhere... is your brother ok? Are you?

Cam: we had a fight

Cam: I’m ok just emotionally exhausted

Cam: I didn't burn down the house, if that's your worry

Cam: just ruined a rug, a shirt and my smoke alarm

Freddie: yikes. Siblings fights suck

Freddie: ok. I'm glad nothing got  burnt

Freddie: did you get a new smoke alarm?

Cam: they do

Cam: I didn't, no

Cam: I’ll get a new one Monday, maybe

Cam: I don't think I have enough fire in me to burn down the house even if I wanted to rn

Cam: how are you tho?

Freddie: yeah that's not smart. You can't be without one even for a day. I'll send you one

Freddie: why's that? You have enough fire in you to burn the whole city without breaking a sweat

Freddie: I'm alright. Sorry I've been busy and didn't reach out sooner. I've been meeting up with Warren for a second job cause I don't plan to stay at the hotel permanently

Cam: you don't need to

Cam: I’ll be fine

Cam: he said some things that got a bit close to heart

Cam: wait, so you'll work a day job and a night job?

Cam: you know you need to be able to LIVE in the middle of that, right?

Cam: life isn't just working

Freddie: I know I don't need to, but I want to

Freddie: Sorry to hear that. It's the downside of siblings. They know where to poke

Freddie: Yes and no. It won't be such a demanding job, and I also arrange my night job. I'll only work during the weekends at the bar

Freddie: Warren needs support with one of his ONG and I can travel fast so I could help, and I'll get a better payment

Freddie: which leaves me with more free time

Freddie: look at you Sparky. Worried about me?

Freddie: you do realize I don't sleep, and I don't need to rest, right?

Cam: I am not getting out of bed rn to install a smoke alarm, sorry

Cam: so does that mean I can go to the Red Door during the weekdays, when you're not there, then?

Cam: oh, what kind of ONG?

Cam: ...shut up

Freddie: I'll send someone install it then

Freddie: are you feeling sick? Why are you gonna bed at this time?

Freddie: only if you want me to punish you so badly for it that you won't be able to sit for a week and not for the fun reasons

Freddie: the one I'm helping with or the ones he has?

Freddie: hey, be nice

Cam: I’m gonna have to open the door to let them in, not happening

Cam: I’m sad, Freddie, usually people who get sad like to stay in bed in the dark pretending they don't exist, you know?

Cam: ...you're mean, did you know that?

Cam: besides, you said you didn't want me to go there WHEN YOU WERE THERE

Cam: you need to update your terms and conditions

Cam: he has more than one?

Freddie: I could just appear there. Change the alarm and leave. You wouldn't have to open the door or get off the bed

Freddie: oh. Ok makes sense. I'm sorry you're sad

Freddie: I know but you hadn't complained

Freddie: well changed my mind. I don't want you to go there. Ever

Freddie: I'm updating them now

Freddie: he does. I guess it's his way to make it up to the world for all the damaged he had caused

Freddie: I'm gonna be helping with the Chicago one for victims of DV

Cam: you'd break into my house, knowing I’m in bed, and you wouldn't even come in to give me a kiss? rude

Cam: do horsemen even feel sad? or is it one of the things that go away with the need to sleep and rest?

Cam: ...but what if they have the best drinks in the world? I’ll die miserable never having tried them

Cam: oh that's

Cam: that's actually very cool

Cam: so you'll be traveling a lot then? .-.

Freddie: it's not breaking in when you don't touch the doors or windows

Freddie: I guess we do. It's just that it takes times for the feelings to develop. Some emotions come easier than others. Anger is usually the first to come back

Freddie: they don't. Unless you like blood

Freddie: I guess it is

Freddie: yeah but it'll be by appearing so it would be fast

Cam: oh wow finding loopholes, how lawyer-y of you

Cam: would you really come over just to install my freaking smoke alarm?

Cam: that makes sense. you said you haven't been corporeal for long

Cam: which emotions came back already?

Cam: I’ll never knowwwwwwwwww 😭 😭 😭 😭

Cam: I’m glad you won't be away for long

Cam: are you looking for an apartment already?

Freddie: I'm learning from the best 😉

Freddie: only if you want me to

Freddie: long means different things for you and me

Freddie: but yeah

Freddie: that's right. You'll never know

Freddie: yeah maybe once a week

Freddie: not actively but I'm looking for ideas

Cam: bc you're secretly a vampire who needs my permission to get inside my apartment?

Cam: I couldn't care less about the smoke alarm, but I could do with a kiss

Cam: and a glass of water, if you pass by the kitchen lol

Cam: that's not an answer, you know?

Cam: what kind of place would you like to live in?

Freddie: not really but I wouldn't go to your place if it'll cause you troubles

Freddie: are you trying to seduce me with the whole sad act?

Freddie: wow! That bad you don't want to move to even get water?

Freddie: why are you so curious about emotions?

Freddie: annoyance, lust, anger, boredom and surprise. There's a few I'm still trying to identify

Freddie: a sound proof one. They're more expensive apparently

Cam: you being around won't cause me troubles, I’m a big boy

Cam: oh yes my finest act of seduction: being sad 🙄

Cam: I just figured someone who cared about my smoke alarm wouldn't be opposed to giving me a kiss and a glass of water but it's okay

Cam: leave me to die of thirst and sadness 🫢

Cam: bc you say I need to stop reading you and start listening to you, but I can only listen when you talk, so if you don't talk about feelings I’ll never know

Cam: ...those sound kinda not good

Cam: lol i was asking more like if you wanted a backyard or live over the tenth floor or maybe a house that allowed pets, but you just went there and asked for a dungeon huh

Freddie: ok

Freddie: don't get your panties in a twist. I was joking

Freddie: can I ask something personal?

Freddie: good point

Freddie: I did say the negative ones come back sooner. Didn't think you'd see lust as not good

Freddie: plants die around me even if I'm not using my power. I'm not a fan of animals. Maybe only my horse but Warren already said I can have it at his stables. I don't care much about the they. I like privacy

Cam: jokes on you, I’m not wearing panties

Cam: sure

Cam: lust is not a bad one, but not a particularly good one either, I don't think. the other things you feel while acting on lust are good, lust itself is just another kind of hunger

Cam: no offense 😛

Cam: wait back it up

Cam: you have A HORSE!?

Freddie: now you're making want to buy your some

Freddie: then you wouldn't be surprised to know it was the first one to come back

Freddie: non taken

Freddie: I do. It's hard to explain. It's pretty much like us. They don't have a corporeal form and take on vessels to stay around us

Freddie: this time it is a horse vessel. Its name this time is Stardust

Freddie: it's already at the stables with Thor. That's Warren's horse

Cam: as long as you're not coming back to the same sex shop you went the other day ò.ó

Cam: not at all, you did say it was some "bodily cravings" or something of your vessel

Cam: what is the personal question you have to ask?

Cam: STARDUST

Cam: THAT IS ADORABLE

Cam: OMG

Freddie: you're worried I'd see the pretty witch again?

Freddie: wait! You'd wear them?

Freddie: well it is

Freddie: why isn't the nephilim there cheering you up?

Freddie: do you want to see a picture?

Cam: shut up

Cam: idk try your luck, handsome 😉

Cam: well bc he's done enough already

Cam: I was getting ready to go to his place when the fight broke, so he's been trying to cheer me up since yesterday

Cam: he has a name though, you know? It's Trevor

Cam: I do, yes :3

Cam: if it's a pony I’ll LOSE MY SHIT

Freddie: you're not being nice

Freddie: I'll think about it

Freddie: interesting

Freddie: using his name reminds me he's close to my younger sibling

Freddie: it's not a pony 😒

Freddie: now I won't let you ride him

Cam: neither are you 😛

Cam: they're not THAT close really

Cam: tbh idk how to ride horses either way

Cam: but he's really pretty

Cam: is he docile?

Freddie: that doesn't show how much you want me to stop by

Freddie: Gilmore dated his father...

Freddie: you're missing out

Freddie: he is. He's also really  fast

Freddie: yeah but he's moody

Cam: I already said I’d like for you to stop by to give me a kiss and still you refused, so 💔

Cam: that doesn't make them close lol Trevor barely knew his father

Cam: it's funny how you say you don't like animals and then you go and gush about your horse :3

Cam: does he like to be petted?

Freddie: I'm at the store buying the smoke alarm

Freddie: don't be impatient

Freddie: it's not what Gilmore told me

Freddie: it's different. He's in a way an extension of me. He's part of the plan

Freddie: only if you give him sugar cubes

Cam: wait

Cam: really? 🥹

Cam: maybe I’m the one who's misinformed then .-.

Cam: most people feel like that about their pets, you know?

Cam: omg that's adorable

Freddie: have I ever lied to you?

Freddie: Gilmore are very filterless to explain things and I just know they're very protective of him

Freddie: I mean that literally, not emotionally

Freddie: he's manipulative. That little shit learned too fast how to get those sugar cubes

Cam: not that I know of, no

Cam: and your sibling being protective of Trevor makes it, so you don't like calling him by his name?

Cam: well doesn't that mean you're a manipulative little shit too? since he's a part of you? 😛

Freddie: do you need something to eat?

Freddie: I like keeping a healthy distance from my siblings

Freddie: I am. I've never denied it

Cam: I’m not really hungry

Cam: fair point

Cam: both of them

Freddie: when was the last time you ate?

Freddie: is it ok if I appear in your kitchen?

Cam: I had lunch

Cam: sure

Cam: bring me a glass of water? (:

Freddie: ok

Freddie: you didn't say please

Cam: please? 🥹

[alovlovely]

It's so much easier to skip meals during the weekend. I'm hungry all the time during the weekdays, it's a constant struggle. I will never get used to working full time. It would be so much easier to skip meals if I worked a bit less, if i could sleep to 7 instead of 5 and get home a bit earlier. If I wasn't so tired all the time. I try to go to sleep early but I have to go to sleep at 9 pm to get 8 hours of sleep. And preferably before that, bc it usually takes an hour for me to fall asleep. And that doesn't really work, I barely have time to do anything if I go to sleep at 8 pm.

But I guess I also burn more calories when I'm working tho. I walk around a lot and sometimes I do heavy lifting.

[ronanvespertine]

I'm playing catchup for my web development class and dang. I gotta be more on top of things, hehe. It's a lot of work, and new things I'm not familiar with. I'm getting by fine, and I'm understanding what to do, but I'd definitely benefit from soaking it in more.

Might wanna create pretty physical study notes.... They helped a lot with chemistry, and I think they'll also help here...

[calmparticles]

./././././.memories tangled like thread

->(the world's ugliest tapestry)

[evilponds]

getting back into meal prep now that im settled at the new place. this week is tandoori chicken time

[clonewarsahsoka]

I feel so crazy

[angrelysimpping]

Fuck it, self indulgent hcs on if they remind you to take your meds

RIP to Alex enjoyers because they forget. Remembers in the middle of offering you a drink because they have the thought "Oh can they drink with their- OH SHIT I WAS SUPOSED TO REMIND THEM TO TAKE THEIR MEDS"

Avery only cares if it affect how you act with them. At high love and low rage, they only chide you for forgetting a little. High rage gets far more physical with reminding you to take you meds.

Bailey only cares because they don't want to deal with the consequences. Easier to bang on your door every morning to remind you than to fill out paperwork cause you got hospitalized.

Eden is similar to Bailey in making you take your meds for selfish reasons when at low love. They dont want you getting seriously ill and have to go to the hospital. They'll withhold your meds from you unless you behave for them, except if it's life threatening. At high love, they remind you because they just want you healthy.

Great Hawk does not know about your meds and might try to eat them. They will not remind you.

Kylar remembers. Kylar is prepared. Kylar somehow had duplicates of your meds on hand. Kylar thats a controlled substance how the fuck did you get that?! Will give you injections if you need that and are too squeamish to give them to yourself.

Leighton reminds you but they're also slipping you something extra with your meds. Ah, ah, no arguing now. Headteacher knows best.

Remy doesn't care at riding school, that your own problem. On the farm tho? Oh boy, are they interested in keeping you healthy. Triple checks with Harper that none of it will affect the quality of your milk. Might hand feed you any pills if you're docile and obedient. Gives you an apple as a reward for being so well behaved. Doesn't give you the option if you're disobedient; forcing pills down your throat, pinching your nose so you have to open your mouth for liquids, and having some farmhands restrain you to give you any injections. Makes Harper look you over once a week just to make sure you're okay. Actually might get you on better medication if they think it'll be better for milk production in the long run.

Robin remembers. Robin is used to reminding others to take their meds. Robin will put pills in little containers with the weekdays on them for you and slip a little candy in with them. Can only help you with injections at high confidence.

Sydney is 50/50 on if they remember. They've got a lot going on. Doesn't trust meds proscribed by Harper. Researches the hell out of any and all medication in their free time.

Whitney will not. They're not your nanny, piss off. Might try to swipe any prescription meds you have. Agrees to help you with injections with a little too much enthusiasm. At high love, they might remind you but it's disguised as an insult.

Wren might forget. They have a lot of irons in the fire. Feels bad when they remember. Tries to help set up a system so you're both reminded about your meds every day.

[angeryphil]

I've been in such a bad mood for the past two weeks or so:///

[culxiaa-fn]

-Poly! Relationship with Tears of Themis guys-

Why?? cause I can and this bitch can't choose one of them(yes, we are dating all 4 of them cause I said so)

-A/N: believe it or not I have this thing in my head for a while now after I saw other's affection level of the cast is not equel(How do I word this out)

(Edit: I drew something for this)

Since all 5 of them wake up at different time, and Vyn is the last one to get up, all of them except Vyn get to share sleepy morning kisses.

Luke is the earliest to wake up (5:30) he probably go to jogging or work out, follow by Marius. Marius always review his schedule and email before going to Stellis University. And then Artem and MC woke up, Artem insist on making breakfast for all of them.

Let's not leave our lovely Vyn! When one of them leave the bed to go to do their daily routine, they left Vyn with a forehead kiss (They do this because despite knowing their schedule, Vyn woke up in a panic when the bed is empty).

They are all have a chatroom! So when it's lunch time one of them (usually Artem,Vyn and MC) will remind each other to not forget to eat.

Since each have their own work, they all obviously come home at differents time(Usually they are all already home by the time the clock hit 20:00(8:00pm) they want to have dinner together!

Cuddle with them before sleeping!! There is no particular sleeping arrangement but usually Vyn is around in the middle because he woke up last and it will be easier for other to get up and not disturbing his sleep

Tiny forehead kisses,kisses on shoulder, soft sweet talk ahhhhh they all turn soft once the lights off and in their lovers arms.

Imagine, cuddling in bed while watching Sherlock Holmes with Luke and Vyn.

Since they are all busy it's a silent agreement that they will atleast eat dinner together once in a week.

Movie night is a must! It's always on weekday tho.

It's canon that Vyn is the shortest so imagine MC and Vyn in their boyfriends clothes 💔(jkshl AHHHH)

That's all for now!! Maybe I will add more of I have this brainrot again...

- FYI I am not a writer so I bet you noticed a shit tons of grammar mistake or a word that can be put more nicely...plz ignore them HAHAHAHA

[Part2(Vyn's Birthday special) ] [ Part3]