Sometimes I remember the slide presentation a random girl showed me in the middle of a party about how Bulbasaur is not a turtle.

The funny thing about research is that when submitting my project to gain investment I have to write an expected result. The really funny thing is that my research is the first of its kind so I have absolutely no clue if what I think will happen will, in fact, happen, that is why I am testing it to see if it will. I will publish the data either way but they don't want to hear it they want certainty, they only want a positive outcome so I have to write in a way to tell them I have no idea without telling them I have no idea and also sell the idea that I, in fact, don't have a idea but if I had one it would be in the positive path.

In other words, writing is hard and I hate the academic field.

I wish giving up was a valid option sometimes.

Tempus Fugit -

Summary: When an ancient Veela artifact stops working, the best person to solve this problem is Hermione.

Foster -

Summary: Hermione has been the Minister of Magic for a few years now. When her eldest adopted daughter begins to manifest Veela's powers, she must seek help from Europe's largest clan.

Syrup for your Heart -

Summary: When single mother Fleur Delacour finds herself in a difficult situation with her sick young daughter, she asks Ginny Potter for help, who seeks help from an American mediwitch friend.

All of them complete post-war fics with plot and a romantic storyline by LostParkMih

Are there any Fleurmione fic recommendations with a really romantic story line. Post war would be great. I don't care if it is explicit as long as it contains a gorgeous "lovemaking" scene. Not just smut. Any takers?

Went back to the gym and didn't have an asthma attack :D What a great day!

I don't think many people realize this but if you don't select your bookmark as private anyone including the author of the fic can see your note.

I went to the pharmacy to buy some ointment for the pretty rash allergies on my forehead (hate my immune system) and the saleswoman complimented my hair. It was small and I am uncertain if she meant it or not but it did wonders for my self-esteem.

Me finally with the time to write my fanfic: Let's do this!

My friend calling me because he has a test tomorrow that was making him anxious and need someone to vent.

Me dropping everything I was doing: I am here buddy, who I need to punch?

A child came to me and asked if I was a boy, but instead of answering him, I asked him why he thought I was a boy. And he pointed to my leg and told me it was because I had hair there so I must be a boy. I just looked at him and said it does not work that way since everyone can have hair on their leg, and he just stopped for a moment was like you are right and offered me some tiny candy he left on the floor.

I once had an idea before I went to bed for a comic/novel that I'll probably never write based on the Scooby Doo gang. I know, I know but hear me out first before you start to judge me!

They are all metahumans, reason unimportant, it could be a government experiment gone wrong, a gene that started manifesting in the population, a supernatural curse they received for being nosy teens, anything. The important thing is they are metahumans and are investigating other metahumans/weird shit that keeps happening in the city, and I mean Gravity Falls style of weird shit.

So their powers/abilities are based on the character's traits and here they are:

Daphne: Have you ever wondered how Daphne always managed to have what the gang needs on hand to get out of dangerous situations or just set up an improvised trap? Is it because of the magic of cartoons? No, it's pocked dimension powers. This girl is not only rich she can store a bunch of random things in her pocket dimenssion, with no weight on her back and unlimited space. The only downsides are that she can only store things inside her own body (her skin works as the door to the pocket dimension) in other words, she needs to touch it and the object cannot be bigger than her with limited the items but not the amount. Also, she can't store living things (she's never tried out of fear, she doesn't know what it's like inside the pocket dimension), and opening too many 'portals' to her pocked size dimension leaves her drained so she can't keep using them all the time.

Fred: He's the group's strategist and has a love for traps, but have you ever wondered how his crazy creations always work on the first try? Is it because he has a great understanding of engineering and mechanics? That too, but that's not all, Fred has future glimpse. His traps always work on the 'first' try because he has already run the scenario over and over in his head, so he knows they will work because he tested them. Downsides is future glimpse for a reason, he can only see scenarios from five minutes into the future, more than that and he starts to have nosebleeds and migraines. And he can't see people's reactions, as in he can only see glimpses of objects. This limits him a little more, but it doesn't stop him from coming up with plans and studying to always be one step ahead of his traps.

Shaggy: So here is the thing, Scooby doesn't exist in this universe, not because I didn't want to add a talking dog because I think that's for children, but because Shaggy is Scooby. Yes, he has beast power. The thing about Shaggy is that he is the guy who is always running away from the ghosts and monsters they encounter, he and Scooby are described as the coward duo. So for me it would be incredibly funny and maintain the spirit of the original cartoon if Shaggy had the ability to transform into a beast (werewolf style) but still kept trying to run away from danger because having fangs and claws doesn't make him any less of a scaredy cat. On the downside, he can only transform when he is terrified (Like Huck but with fear not anger), and he remains terrified while transformed, that is why he doesn't fight and tries to escape as a surviving mood kind of beast. He only stays and fights when he sees one of his friends being captured but he cries the whole time. The transformation also drains him a lot and he needs to sleep for a few hours to recover from it.

Velma: I think all the members of the gang are smart in their own way but is undeniable that Velma is the brain of the gang. So what is her power? Undetermined. And that's it, throughout the story you think she has no power at all, but she makes up for it with her brain and great deductive skills. Yet strange things always happen around her, with no explanation, and they keep associating it with the weird shit that happens but it become more clear as the story progresses, she is actually the central pivot of it all. There is a group (the government or a secret criminal organization) that tries to capture them and they have a special interest in Velma. She is classified as a level S metahuman (the highest level within this universe) the organization initially classifies her abilities as 'the know it' or 'Encyclopedia' but it is more than that, it has always been more than that. Downside Velma has no idea that she is one of the greatest psychics of all time until it's too late.

On the first day of last year, I had promised kindness, and I did try. Not only to be kind to others but to myself which was harder. I accomplish things, some big, some small but I am set on the mentality that I can do more, that it's not enough, but who is the one that determines when is enough? Me? Yeah, I still have a lot to learn.

So this year the tradition still stands: Do queer things, be kind and above all remember that is ok to want to do more but that's doesn't invalidate the things you did. Although finding joy in life should not be a competition you can only improve if you keep trying. So do what sparks you joy, do silly gay things, do serious ones, share it or not, just remember to not let fear dictates your choices. One step at time, you will find your peace.

On the first day of the year and I'm letting this message to my future self as a reminder to do even more gay shit along the year:

"Listen here you lazy bitch you are going to spread the Queer word because there is at least one LGBTQ+ person around the world who needs a glimmer of happiness to get through the day.

Maybe it's a stranger on the internet who doesn't have the chance to be who they truly are outside their home. Maybe it's a child discovering themselves who desperately needs to hear from someone in the community to understand who they are. Maybe it's just you! I don't care!

You will write, draw, walk with your head up down the street because we need to be seen! Do it for them, but especially do it for the child you once were. They needed you, don't fail them again. Please"

Happy Holidays :D

I have a no-sort-of-tradition to watching Christmas movies with my sister, and we generally have a thing for choosing some really bad cliche ones. It's the only Christmas tradition that I enjoy because I am kind of a Grinch who would not celebrate Christmas if it weren't for my Granny.

That said, I already bought everyone Christmas presents (online shopping is great), and I am preparing my stomach to eat my aunt's fish (we eat fish at Christmas in my family) which I hate but she doesn't know this and I will never ever reveal this to her (She is not bad at cooking I just hate the fish she chose).

In conclusion: I might be a Grinch but I am a reluctant Grinch.

Every time I have to do a speech about my work at a congress I tell myself: "I might not be the most eloquent of all but I will sure be the prettiest/ the better dressed one." and that though gives me strength.

Bonus:

Me, showing a picture: I want to cut my hair like this.

My hairdresser:... Why do you want to look like a naked rat?

Me: I want to cut my hair.

My granny: Don't, your hair is finally good again!

Me: I want to cut my hair.

My mom: Why? You already have short hair.

Me: I want to cut my hair.

My work friends: Yeah, bitch free your head!

Me: I want to cut my hair.

My granny: Don't, your hair is finally good again!

Me: I want to cut my hair.

My mom: Why? You already have short hair.

Me: I want to cut my hair.

My work friends: Yeah, bitch free your head!

I'm the kind of person who if you try to call will immediately think that something terrible happened. Like accident or death level of terrible. So imagine my surprise to receive a call from my aunt and she just wanted to see if she could bring me a cake she made.

Life lesson: sometimes the terrible thing is just cake :v