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Grumble grumble grumble gas is a type of fluid, both liquids and gases are fluid so none of your genderfluid friends evaporating jokes actually work unless you don't know what a fluid is.
#I'm not mad don't write down that I'm mad#lol but like this is also driving me insane#I don't not get the joke it's just that it's poorly constructed every single time#Because of the common conflation of liquid and fluid which are related but different concepts#(It should be noted that I did a bunch of studying in this field and I feel not particular reason for people outside of it to know or care)#This is just me grumbling for my own sake so that I've said something#But I didn't fucking learn all this fluid dynamics stuff just to read you all fuck it up constantly
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Kissing Ace and Deuce when they ask what flavour your lip balm is
I write Reader/Yuu as female
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ACE TRAPPOLA
“Babe,” Ace groans for the twentieth time in the past two minutes, “pay attention to me.”
“Ace,” you give him a look that does little to hide your irritation as you swipe your lip balm across your lips, “can you please be quiet?”
“Come on, Y/N,” he whines, giving you a pout as he poked your shoulder, “I just wanna spend some time with my girl. Is that so wrong?”
You gave him a look as you secure your lip balm’s cap and placed it in your bag, “We are spending time together.”
“I mean doing something fun. Not studying like a bunch of nerds,” he complains, “when you invited me to Ramshackle I thought that we were going to have some us time without babysitting your annoying cat or Loosey Deucy.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, “I do remember telling you that I was going to be studying for Professor Crewel’s test this Friday. It was your idea to join me. Besides, you haven’t even been studying for the past ten minutes. I don’t remember going over house of cards assembly in Alchemy class.”
“Excuse you, Prefect, I worked very hard on that. I don’t see why you need to study so hard anyways. You’re practically the top of our class.”
“That doesn’t mean that I should start getting lazy.”
“Seriously,” he sighs, “you’re starting to sound like Riddle. All I’m saying is that we should take a break for a while. I don’t see you going over your notes when you stopped to put on that lipstick of yours.”
“It’s not lipstick, it’s lip balm. And I put it on because my lips were drying up.”
“Huh, what flavour is it?”
You look at your boyfriend and glance down at the scribbles in his notebook. To his credit he did manage to get some studying done in the past forty-five minutes he had been sitting with you at your self-proclaimed study table so you supposed that it wouldn’t hurt to indulge him for a bit. With a cheeky smile, you look at him and ask, “do you really want to know?”
With a look of confusion on his face, he replied, “uh, yeah?”
You lean forwards and place your hands on either side of his face before bringing his head towards you. Tilting your head to the side, you press both of your lips together in a sweet kiss.
When you pull away he immediately grabs the collar of your shirt and kisses you again with a mumble of, “I need to double check.”
And again, “I didn’t check it properly.”
“For good measure,” he winks at you with a smirk before licking his lips, positioning one hand at the nape of your neck and kissing you so roughly that you have to grip onto the edge of the table in front of you to avoid falling down on your back (though you know for a fact that Ace would never let you get hurt), your boyfriend’s mouth swallowing the embarrassing yelp you had let out. When he had eventually pulled away - since, apparently, oxygen was a thing - leaving the two of you panting slightly, he gives you a smug grin, “it’s strawberry.”
“Really?” you deadpan, “after all that, you still got it wrong.”
“Huh,” he looks at you confused, “what else could it be?”
“Cherry,” you state incredulously, “how can you not figure it out? I got it because it reminds me of you.”
That smug look is back, “really, Y/N? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you’ve got feelings for me.”
“Trust me,” you retort, “even I don’t know why that is. My current guess is temporary insanity.”
“Whaa-hey!”
DEUCE SPADE
Reader is shorter/around the same height as Deuce
You snap your handheld compact mirror shut once you had finished applying your lip balm, the sound of its lid clicking into place catching the attention of your boyfriend, who had been replying to a text message from his mother. The two of you were on your way back to Ramshackle after you had waited for Deuce to finish his session of track and field club when his phone alerted him that his mother was checking up on him and ‘his pretty girlfriend’ much to his embarrassment and your amusement. He looked up from his phone to glance at you.
“What’s that?” he asks as you twisted the lid of your lip balm closed.
“Lip balm,” you reply, holding it up, “Vil’s been on my case about how dry my lips are so yesterday he gave me a set of these.”
“Oh,” he looked at the little yellow stick in your hand and noticed that there weren’t any labels on it, just a bunch of really small writing in black block letters on its side, “what flavour is it?”
You give him a smile, “why don’t you take a guess?”
He furrows his eyebrows in confusion and before he could say anything else you had grabbed ahold of his tie and gently tugged him down before stepping up on your toes and placing your lips against his.
You can tell that he’s startled from the slight inhale he does and the way his body had tensed under your fingers, but then he immediately melts into the kiss, pressing his lips closer against yours. When you pull away, you let out a quiet laugh at the sight of his face trailing after yours, his wide cyan eyes stared at you as if he was completely entranced. A bashful rosy pink had spread across his nose and over his cheeks and ears as you beam at him.
“So,” you tease, “any ideas?”
“Um, uh,” he whispers to himself, his head tilted downwards. A contemplative look adorned his face before he looked back at yours, eyes shining with anticipation, “vanilla?”
“That’s right,” you say happily, patting his shoulder. Just as you had turned around and made a single step forwards but you felt his hand grasp your wrist and pull you back. You turned to look back at the boy next to you to see his flushed face smiling shyly at yours.
“Can,” he muttered softly, “can I have another taste, please?”
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𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦
Jude noticing you in the crowd
and makes a move
Genre: fluff
Warning: reader who isn't into football, Jude flirting (?)
Word count: 600
Pairing: Jude Bellingham x f reader
Author note: thanks for 15k followers. I'll try my best to write more tho
Jude Bellingham Masterlist
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You weren’t really into football as others were. Your friends has managed to dragged you with them to see their favorite team real Madrid play against some other team they didn’t tell you about. You couldn’t even pretend you were interested as they were that’s why you were sitting in the crowd, nose deep in your phone while everyone else buzzed as they waited for the game to start.
“I’m so excited.” Your friend Tessa said beside you. Her legs bounced up and down as she looked out at the field.
“ I’m not excited.” You sighed, tucking your phone into your pocket. “I should have stayed home and studied.”
“Oh my gosh lighten up y/n!” your friend groaned, rolling her eyes. “you’re about to watch a bunch of men chase a ball. That’s way better than studying.” Your friend wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “maybe you’ll find some of them attractive. Like Eduardo Camavinga or Jude Bellingham. Oh here they come.”
Your friend squealed as a bunch of men ran on the field. You eyed them as they ran out to do some warming up.
You were about to look away until one caught your eye. “who’s that?” you pointed at one on the field.
“Oh that’s Jude Bellingham. Hot right?” she turned away to engage in conversation with your other friend. All you could do is nod.
He was extremely attractive. More attractive than any man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.
You tried to tear your eyes away from him, but you couldn’t. You stared at him for what felt like forever. That was until his eyes met yours.
Instantly you looked away, heat growing on your cheek. When you looked back at him after a few seconds his eyes were still on you.
You had to be dreaming. Was he looking at someone else? You turned around noticing nobody else barely filled the section you were in.
You turned back to the field to realize Jude was no longer in the spot he was in before. Your attention turned back to your phone, trying to distract yourself. Before long the game started. You watched the players run back and forth, kicking the ball between each other. Everyone around you grew excited and nervous every time the ball got closer to each goal.
What you did know was the ball needed to go in the net and that’s what happened around the 30th minute of the game when Jude kicked it in.
The crowd interrupted in cheers at their Starboy. You smiled watching all his team mates crowd him. He then did his famous celebration and grabbed his shirt showing off the Madrid badge. He found himself pointing in your direction, winking at you as he did so.
You weren’t sure if it was directed at you or not. Soon you found out.
The score was 3-1 when the game was over. Everyone flooded out of the stadium but you and your friends lingered for a bit.
“ma’am you heard from behind you.” You turned around to see a guy you assumed was staff by the real Madrid badge on his suit.
“can you come with us. Someone would like to see you.”
You were confused but you told your friends to get going and you’ll meet them later before following the man.
He took you out of the stands in down through the tunnel. You followed him into a long hallway that was full of people.
“stay right here.” You stopped as he said. You watched him walk away, disappear into a room then emerging with the 6ft tall footballer Jude Bellingham.
He smiled when he saw you standing there. Your breath hitched when he walks towards you. He was walking towards you!!
“ I’m sure you saw me staring and pointing at you like a weirdo.” Jude leaned up against the wall beside you. “ I’m Jude.” He stuck out his hand waiting for you to shake it.
You laughed slightly. “yeah I noticed. I’m y/n.”
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I know cliff hanger. Im not sorry
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Bodies a Day 25: Choice
After my conditioning inside the model human for the past 24 hours, I'm now ordered to lay in the platform so they can extract me out from the model and then directed to my preferred bodies down on Earth. I guess this is the benefit for latecomer of a successful transplant project. We have influx of empties in our stock, and it leads to so many available option for me to choose from to ensure our project run smoothly and the continuation of the community ensured. Guess the First Settler did a bit too much with the extraction, they turned the whole college town population into empties to be used by the next batches without necessarily calculating that in order to fill 40,000 humans, we need at least 100 batch to land on Earth and started the infiltration, and I'm still the 34th Batch. But well, it's not like the First Settler known to be nothing but brute force after all, whenever they landed and no matter how much work they needed to do, they always ensured to finish the job. I heard that they settled into the lumberjack and some outcast of the town that lived nearby the woods as part of their ongoing mission of watching over newcomer and tracked whether the human government, especially the United States where we landed, aware of our presence.
Me....well, as I said, I have lots of choices available. The Committee directed me to become human male, and I spotted some desirable figures like these human male....or men that studied human's business and economic system in college. They're also known to be very active in social organization and sporting activities, which piqued my interest because it's such an interesting balance between community involvement but also full-time studying
There's also this group of younger but like-minded bunch of men to the earlier group, the description stated that most of them are pledges. They are also studying full-time per the description and still going to study for the next 3-5 years depending on the field they want to get into. Maybe I do want to learn longer? Hmm.....can't tell just yet
The other group of men are older and there's not much studying in their description. But one group is quite interesting because it stated that they are involved in an open relationship with the four of them as the core component. What does that mean? I did hear about human's sexual fluidity, but during my learning, it's stated that it's not really that common still despite recent documented spike in the past few years, especially in our landed geographical area.
The other group, well, aside from the explained "larger than average" built, I somehow found them to be rather plain. Yes they are strong and based on my notes, seemed like a desired version of men, but some others viewed them as obsessive or intimidating. I guess those kind of bodies deserved to be filled by some of the stronger member of my batch, they probably can put the body into better use or something
So, do you have any suggestion which group I should choose? It's your choice as much as mine, I really can't decide
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CONNECTION (01) — HOBIE BROWN
cw : swearing, vague suggestive content but nothing heavy, vampire reader, short n sweet introduction to a series, a more modern environment / setting, not proofread
authors note : I hate having bad physical health, I be disappearing so quick without a word and I apologize
YOU’RE JUST A PERSON..who lives in a big city, a really big city of Brooklyn New York. You are an worker at a lingerie shop on the block, while you work this small side job you’re also in college studying to become a chef. You’ve always wanted to pursue a career in the culinary field ever since you were given the opportunity to take a course in middle school. This was your dream job that you’d work hard to achieve to live.
“Hey, hey!! bestie!!” your friend was waving her hand infront of your face as you jolted and hit your knee under the table as you hissed out and put your elbow on the counter. “what..” you said as your other hand was coming down to rub down at your knee that was stinging. Your co-owner, Millie looked at you a little concerned before putting her hand on your shoulder with an sympathetic face. “Didn’t mean to scary ya but you were zoning out and we’re on the clock!” How long had you been zoning out for? 5 minutes? 25 minutes maybe even 30??
“Sorry, I’ve just been so lost in thought lately. It’s been a little bit draining lately” Millie’s hands rubbed your shoulder “it’s alright, I completely understand. It’s just apart of becoming an adult and taking on a bunch of responsibilities at once.” too many responsibilities, you already miss the good days were you’d be laying in your bed, stacked up with snacks and watching your favorite YouTuber not having to worry about what you’re gonna eat tonight, how you’re getting home or if you payed your rent. Did you pay your rent??
See, what you mean? So many responsibilities that come with being an adult that you’re not ready for but you just gotta stuck it up and push through. You’re lost in this bit city with no one by your side family or romantic wise to help you. The thought stresses you out as you’re not even listening to Millie as she rambles. You just dismiss her as you begin to get up and walk around the store help. Would that be a good idea with being so light headed?? No, you should just handle the register for now.
It’s a simple task, check things out, bag them and check the person out. You could do that, your body was draining itself as you dragged your “dead” body to the register as you pushed the little door thing open and closed it. You looked dead and felt dead, it was hard to hear and that headache was getting worse. Was it time to feed? You shouldn’t be this hungry at this hour, it’s only 10am. It’s only been an hour or two since you’ve got to work. You don’t know what time it is really but all you know is this headache might kill you.
…business is slow today, which is unusual. It makes you wonder if the open sign is even turnt the right way but a customer or two come in and you let out a sigh of relief. Your own loneliness and thoughts would have mushed your brain and let them roam through your head any longer.
Your head snapped up as you watched closely as the customers or couple looked at lingerie.
“You’d look great in this honey” the male pointed at the set as he made a camera angle with this fingers as the girl just giggled and blushed. “Ohh stop, you.”
“Ohh stop, youuu” you mocked her as you were behind the counter. Playing with the buttons of the register, you had been single for the longest and that also drove you crazy. A lot of things drove you crazy.
The couple continued to explore in the store and finally picked up a set as you couldn’t make out what they were saying but they were heading your way “Um, excuse me?” Eyes locked with hers as you put your elbows on the corner ready to snap into your fake work persona. “Hello, how may I help you?”
“I was wondering if you guys have this set, the uh- “blonde 4 hearts” set in a size Medium or is it only for the petite sizes?” Blonde 4 hearts was a rather popular set and you’d have to check back with Millie on the stock to see if their was anything left of that set. “I’ll check in the back and see if we have anything” a small smile on your face as she smiled back.
“Milleeee” feet making their way to the back as you slightly stumbled from the dizziness. “Do we have a size Medium for the set “blonde 4 hearts”.
“All sold out, you know that set is popular.” Millie chuckled as you shook your head. “Gonna have to the break news to the couple up front then.” You playfully rolled your eyes and wished your farewell to the Millie as you walked back to the front and unfortunately had to the bad news to the couple.
“Bad news, due to high demand with this set we’re out of stock with any sizes but those. But we get a new stock every 1-2 weeks depending on when our supplies come in. If you want I can get your contact info and give you a call when it’s back in stock?” The lady looked disappointed but a ”sparkle” in her eyes appeared when you mentioned it being back in stock.
“I’d love that. My name is Luna Moore, my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx and my email is [email protected]. You took note of everything in the system as you smiled at her. “We’ll give you a call back when it’s back in stock, you have a nice day.” The lady replied back with a kind gesture of “you too” and she was off.
Now, you needed Millie.
“F-Fuck, hey…” Millie said as your teeth sunk into her skin as you drunk her blood. Her shirt unbuttoned and hanging off her arms as you held her onto her waist, feeding on her. Millie was one of your closer friends even if she was a co-worker and she allowed you to do things like this. She counted like it was a blood donation, which it kinda is that. Her blood was sweet and dark in red. It was healthy. Which made her your number 1 to turn to when it time to feed.
Teeth leaving her skin as you licked your lips and a string of thank you left your mouth. As she was buttoning her shirt up “it’s not problem, you’re my best friend. My weird best friend” you smiled at that. Fangs viable and tongue visibly red from the blood. Up and off your feet and wetting a paper towel as you returned to her and rubbed the excess blood over the mark with pressure as you discarded the paper towel.
“What were you gonna tell me earlier before I started feeding on you.” Millie stretched as she sat in the chair, before getting her phone off the table. “I found a dating app, it’s called “hookship” it’s basically a place where you can hook up or find potential long lasting partners. Even short term. “I don’t know Mill..”
“I’m not one for the dating apps, there’s some many creeps and weirdos online” and what you said was the truth, you never knew who you could trust online and Millie could understand that point but you really needed someone. “Just give it a try, please.”
“Maybe, it might be different right?”
You stared at your phone at 2:42 AM at the welcome sign. Eyeing the “make an account button” is this really a good idea? Are you this desperate? You weren’t ugly or anything that you HAD to use a dating app. But this could be a new experience for you, this would take a lot of thought and tonight wasn’t the night for this.
You’d click your phone off and lay your head down on your pillow. You’d have a clear idea tomorrow, maybe.
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Synopsis: A young Greta Van Fleet find hope in a local battle of the bands competition to finally catch their big break.
Words: 3.7k
Notes: Happy (belated) birthday to @infinisonicosm!! Thanks for sharing your brain baby with me and trusting me to write this out 😊
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Day Before the Competition
“How are you feeling?” Danny bumped shoulders with Sam as he caught up to him in their crowded high school hallway during their ten minute break. Sam had been trying to get his oversized backpack secured back on, and stumbled a bit at Danny’s contact.
“Terrified,” he squeaked out, clutching onto one of the lockers near him to stay upright.
“Are you really?” Danny suddenly looked concerned. Sam stared back at him and gave a half shrug, like he was still trying to make up his mind.
“How about you?” he asked back. Danny had trouble hiding his wide beam, which was all Sam needed to see to nod his head with a chuckle. “Obviously feeling pretty good,” he said.
“This could be our big break!” Danny’s voice rose in eager anticipation. “I mean, imagine it, Sam. We win and then get to record one of our songs to play on the radio. That would be huge!”
“We need to win first though,” Sam reminded Danny.
“Which you are gonna do,” Sam and Danny’s friend, Tom, told them as he came to their side. “I can’t wait to finally see you guys perform.”
“It does stink that your parents won’t let you come and see us at our biker bar gigs,” Danny told him.
“Right?” Tom widened his eyes. “I mean, I’m almost 18, I should be able to go to a biker bar if I want to.”
“Trust me, you’re not missing out on anything,” Sam reassured Tom. “It’s a bunch of people who are tired of life. It’s actually kinda depressing, you know, when they aren’t pounding each others’ faces in.”
“That’s the kind of action I want to catch though!” Tom protested.
Their other friend, Leah, joined the group. “What kind of action are you looking to catch?” she smirked at Tom. His face immediately flushed scarlet, which left Danny and Sam laughing loud. Leah turned to them both once they were done ridiculing Tom and put her hands in her pockets, like she wasn’t sure what to do with them. “I’m gonna be driving a full car out to the fields tomorrow,” she shared. “We’re all really looking forward to seeing your band play.”
“Who all is coming?” Sam asked around. As nervous as he was, he was pretty thrilled that he would finally be able to play in front of his friends. He could finally show them that all the time he spent in his garage with his brothers and Danny wasn’t for nothing. Leah thought it over.
“Well, there’s me, Tom, Mikey, Ash, Rachel, Ian, Chrissy, and Jay,” Leah counted out on her fingers. Everyone studied her hand and took note that she had eight fingers out.
“How many seats does your car have?” Danny had to ask. Leah let out a chuckle.
“Ian’s gonna sit in the trunk.”
“We did nose goes and he lost,” Tom clarified.
“I’m sure one of you guys could come with us,” Danny tried to think on his feet. The road out to the fairground fields was a bumpy one, and he knew for a fact that it would be torture experiencing that from the trunk of a car. Not to mention super illegal. Tom and Leah both shook their heads.
“We want to get as many people out there as we can,” Tom explained. “If we can get some more people on board, we’ll take two cars.”
“Good,” Danny breathed out, trying to get the image of Ian crammed behind a row of seats out of his head.
“Do you have a setlist down?” Leah asked between Danny and Sam. “How is this battle of the bands gonna work anyways?”
“We’re still working on the setlist,” Sam answered her first question. “We’re gonna have to figure that one out during rehearsal after class today. I can only imagine how much arguing is gonna go down between Jake and Josh over it, but we’re both used to it.”
“Unfortunately,” Danny muttered, remembering the time that Jake had hoisted Josh over his head and threatened to chuck him out the miniscule window in their garage. Danny and Sam had to de-escalate things by playing “We Are Family” on full blast and reminding Jake about the importance of brotherhood.
“You doing Free Bird?” Tom poked fun. That earned him a snort from Danny and a playful slap on the arm from Sam. “How about Stairway?” he tried again.
“You wish,” Sam chuckled.
“We have to get through three rounds before the finals,” Danny shared with his friends. Sam nodded along; this was information that Jake had drilled into their heads over the past few months. “In the first two rounds, we only get one song to impress the judges.”
“That’s when you play Free Bird,” Tom pointed out.
“We’ve got some good ones up our sleeves,” Danny promised him.
“Round three we get to play three songs, and then the finals are two bands going head to head, playing a total of five songs," Sam added.
“That sounds pretty intense,” Leah blew out a whistle. The battle of the bands was scheduled to happen over two days at Frankenmuth’s AutoFest festival, bringing in rock bands from across the state. Greta Van Fleet had been searching near and far for their big break and, after they first heard about the competition, there was a sense of excitement amongst them that this could finally be it.
“It’ll be fun,” Danny promised, wrapping his arm around Sam and pulling him in close. Sam snorted in return, but leaned into Danny’s grasp. The bell ending their break sounded overhead, and they untangled from each other. Leah and Tom parted ways, promising to check in later about plans and wishing them luck. Once they were gone, Sam looked back at Danny.
“Have you heard any more about the other bands that are supposed to be playing in this thing? You seem uncharacteristically cocky.”
“Most of the bands seem pretty inexperienced,” Danny confided. “But there’s one from Detroit to keep an eye on. They have a guitarist who seems to know his shit.”
“Jake should love that,” Sam thought aloud. Jake usually got butthurt when he was around people who could play better than him. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, you could tell Jake was seething on the inside. “What about the rest of the band?” Sam checked.
“I guess we’re gonna find out,” Danny laughed. Sam tried to laugh with him, but he struggled.
Sam wanted to go into the battle of the bands more confident than ever so they could knock it out of the park. He tried to picture himself strutting onto the decent-sized stage in the middle of the large AutoFest open field, dressed to the nines in his best flare pants, button up, and vest. All the other bands grouped around the wings of the stage would gape at Sam, Danny, and his brothers as they tore into their first song of the set, knocking everyone off their feet. And then their competitors would throw in the towel and drop out, letting Greta Van Fleet win by default. The problem was, Sam knew that would never happen. He still wasn’t super thrilled with his dad’s bass that he was stuck playing. The strings went out of tune fast, and he had a hard time wrapping his fingers fully around the neck so he could hit all of his notes. He knew that he was good at keeping a steady rhythm and flying off the rails with creative riffs where it was appropriate, but there was still doubt bubbling in his gut. Sam was just a high school senior, on the brink of graduating. He was supposed to go to college and become an engineer. The whole rockstar thing was still fairly foreign to him, even though Jake assured him it was his destiny.
Sam wished he could voice his doubts to Danny, but the way he saw his friend strut around the hallway to their science class, giving lowerclassmen high fives who wished them luck on their gig, he knew they wouldn’t see eye to eye. Danny had always wanted to do something related to music (or golf). He was on the right path. Sam wondered if maybe Josh would see where he was coming from, since he was considering putting his film career on hold if things with the band really started to pick up.
That brought some comfort to Sam’s racing mind, and was enough to get him through the rest of the school day without curling up into the fetal position and crying out for help.
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Once school let out, Sam met Danny at his locker and they made their way out to the front to retrieve their bikes. As they worked on opening their locks, Danny chuckled down at his bike.
“We’re seniors and we’re still riding these things to school every day.”
“It’s better for the environment,” Sam joked back. “We’re single-handedly saving the planet.”
“If we win this competition, I’m taking whatever earnings we get from radio play to get myself a nice ride.”
“I’m not sure that we’d really earn that much from radio play.”
“Just, let me dream here, Sam.”
“Okay, okay. What car would you get?”
“A Toyota Camry,” Danny grinned off into the distance, as if he was picturing the car in front of him. “Either red or blue.”
“At least you’re reasonable,” Sam couldn’t help but laugh.
They hopped on their bikes and started biking back towards Sam’s house, where Jake and Josh were sure to be waiting for them so they could get started on their band practice.
“What are you gonna do with your share of the money?” Danny called over his handlebars to Sam, who was biking just ahead of him. Sam considered Danny’s question and shook his head.
“I feel like I would be super jinxing us if I answered that.”
“It’s a hypothetical question,” Danny called back. Sam thought about it more.
“I guess,” he drew out his response, “I would probably buy a pair of birks.”
“That’s it?” Danny couldn’t hide his shock. “Those must be some expensive sandals.”
“They kinda are,” Sam looked over his shoulder to tell Danny. He felt his gut flop around in frustrated confusion. In his mind, he wanted to take that hypothetical money and put it towards his college tuition. But he wasn’t sure if that was something that Danny really wanted to hear. Danny always seemed a bit concerned when Sam made offhand comments about going out of state to study and take a break from the bass.
They squealed to a stop in front of Sam’s family house, hopped off their road bikes with ease, and rolled them to the foot of the garage door, which was opened wide. Jake and Josh were in separate corners of the space, Josh sitting with his legs crossed on the pavement, writing in his notebook while Jake tried to restring his guitar. Their heads both snapped up at Danny and Sam as they approached them.
“Have a good day?” Josh greeted them, slamming his notebook shut. Sam had quickly caught sight that Josh was brainstorming their setlists, as if preparing for battle against Jake.
“Nothing to complain about,” Danny answered back as he threw his backpack onto the couch they had all carried from Goodwill to spruce their practice space up. “It sounds like we’re gonna have a decent turnout cheering us on.”
“That’s awesome,” Jake commented. He looked back down at his guitar and twisted the peg with a grunt to get the string back in place. “If we have a lot of people backing us up, it might influence the judges to score us higher.”
“You both doing good?” Danny asked between the twins.
“I got out of class early which gave me more time to think about songs,” Josh answered with a smile. “It seemed like a bit of good luck, honestly.”
“I got these strings on discount,” Jake smirked as he continued to work. “I befriended the guy at the music store after playing some of my riffs on one of the test guitars. He was treating me like a god, so I decided to bank on that.”
“That must be really good for your obviously crippling ego,” Sam poked fun at his older brother. He was jealous of how much power and confidence Jake radiated anytime he had his hands on his guitar.
“Quit it,” Jake gave Sam a testing glance. Sam knew better than to keep pushing his buttons, especially that early into their practice session. He could start berating his bandmates after a few songs; that was when it was more acceptable to lose all decorum.
Sam joined Danny on the couch and motioned at Josh’s notebook.
“So, setlist?”
“I’ve got a few variations that we could consider, but I’m curious what you’re all thinking.”
“Edge of Darkness,” Jake started to list off, “Black Flag Exposition, Free Bird…”
“You asshole,” Josh laughed at Jake. “I’m limiting you to two solos for the competition.”
“Do you wanna win this thing or not?” Jake crossed his arms.
“Here we go,” Sam mumbled to Danny. He could tell Jake and Josh were seconds away from throwing whatever they could get their hands on at each other. For Jake, there was an old lamp within reach (which he had done before). Josh had a bowling ball close to him, which made Sam worried.
“We’re gonna win by playing together, as a group,” Danny reminded the twins. “We need to focus on showcasing our strongest songs.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Josh’s hands uncurled from their tightened fists so he could pick back up his discarded notebook. “What if we started things off with Thunderstomp? That one usually sounds pretty good.”
“We have a five minute limit on our first song,” Jake reminded Josh. “I don’t think we can do Thunderstomp in that amount of time. I need enough space for my solo, I can’t cut that baby down. It’s when I take the crowd on a trip.”
“All right, simmer down, rock n’ roll sherpa,” Josh smirked at his brother. Jake gave him a raspberry in return, as if they were a couple of bickering toddlers.
Sam was glad that Jake was vetoing Josh’s idea. He wasn’t about to say it aloud, but there were some lines that got his fingers all twisted. Sure, he had written the part himself, but he found that, if he let his mind wander while he played, he was bound to play something wrong, which Jake could always hear. Sam really didn’t enjoy seeing Jake scowl back at him.
“We could do Fast Train Blues?” he piped up. That song had a fun bass part that he was proud of. Danny, Jake, and Josh considered Sam’s suggestion, and then looked around at each other. Finally, Jake gave in with a nod.
“That would be a good one to get the people into it. A little blues hurt no one.”
“Okay, I can see it,” Josh agreed. “We get the people thinking we’re a bluesy band and then, bam! We bust out the hard rock and blow everyone away.”
“I was actually thinking, if we make it to the second round, we should do an acoustic song,” Jake looked at Josh. Josh looked back at Jake like he was growing an arm out of his forehead.
“You? An acoustic song?” he pointed, his mouth hung open.
“What happened to Jake?” Danny looked equally surprised. “Mr. If It’s Not Plugged In, I Don’t Want It.”
“We need to show off our range,” Jake explained himself. “I also want to be the one to sing it.”
Now Josh’s eyes really bugged out. Sam could feel himself white knuckling the arm of the sofa that he was settled on. Jake knew better than to step on Josh’s toes.
“What am I supposed to do then?” Josh demanded to know. “Dance around like a monkey?”
“You’ll have a tambourine?” Jake attempted to plead his case. When met with a deep frown stretched across Josh’s face, Jake let out a frustrated huff. “If you knew how to play an actual instrument, this wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Singing is an instrument!” Josh protested.
“Ehhh…” the rest of the band countered.
Josh eyed the bowling ball next to him and seemed to be trying to work out if he had enough muscle to chuck the twelve pound ball at Jake’s head. He seemed to think better of it and instead opted to fling a tennis racket at Jake, hitting him straight in the gut. Jake keeled over but, after he caught his breath, he sent the racket flying back at Josh, missing him by a mile. Josh hopped from foot to foot pointing and cackling at Jake. That quickly came to a stop when Jake successfully got Josh in the shoulder with a can of refried beans.
“Ow!” Josh called out, clutching at his smarting wound and flopping onto the sofa between Danny and Sam.
“Are you done?” Sam asked between Jake and Josh. “I’d really like it if we could figure this out so we can get to practicing.”
“This isn’t settled yet,” Josh sternly told Sam. Then, he flopped around to face Jake, hurling the beans in his direction. It would have been a solid throw if Jake hadn’t slipped their dad’s old catcher’s mitt on while Josh was distracted, and caught the can before it could hit him in the chest.
“Why don’t you split up the song?” Danny stood in between Jake and Josh so they would stop throwing dangerous items at each other. “Switch at every verse.”
“I guess,” Jake murmured to the ground. Josh looked like he hated the idea, but didn’t protest.
“What song were you thinking of anyways?” Danny studied Jake.
“I wanna do a Fleet Foxes song,” Jake said. That seemed to get Josh to perk up.
“You’ve been listening to them?” he asked his brother, as if they hadn’t been out for each other’s blood less than a minute before. Jake looked back at him with a twinkle in his eye and nodded.
“You were totally right, they make shit that feels so raw and real at its core. I want to give them some love.”
“I told you you’d like it,” Josh told Jake. Then, he turned to Sam and Danny. “Same goes for you both.”
“Trust me, they’re heavy in my rotation,” Danny assured Josh. “Your Protector gives me chills every time I hear it.”
“This kid gets it,” Josh jutted his thumb in Danny’s direction. Then, he focused back on Jake. “So which song were you thinking? Blue Ridge Mountains? Helplessness Blues? Can I Believe You?”
“Ragged Wood,” Jake answered. Josh’s mouth formed into an “o.” “It’ll be bold to try and win an audience and judges over with an acoustic cover, but maybe that’s what we need to do to stand out.”
“Acoustic is a good way to show raw talent without hiding behind loud amps,” Sam thought aloud. He knew that for a fact because he was always scrutinizing his playing when it was acoustic. There was no hiding any of his mistakes.
“The kid is right,” Jake agreed with Sam. “We play a wholesome song to win more people over, and then we erupt like a volcano in round three. You know, if we get there and all.”
“Good, I thought you were gonna jinx us there,” Danny laughed at Jake.
“Why do you want to sing though?” Josh studied Jake. Sam could tell that Josh was still bothered that Jake wanted to take over his role in the band, even if it was only for one song. Jake tried to think carefully over his words.
“I want to challenge myself,” he replied. Danny looked at him with concern.
“Is this the best place to be doing that though? I mean, the stakes are kinda high. Maybe we would be better off playing it safe.”
“We’re a bunch of young guys,” Jake tried to defend himself. “When in history has anyone our age opted to play things safe? I think we need to go out there, guns a-blazing, and surprise not only our friends and family, but ourselves as well. We play our best when we’re testing out new things.”
“You mean when we’re stressed,” Sam spoke up.
“Kinda,” Jake’s face twisted.
“We’ll practice it a few times to see how we’re feeling,” Josh announced.
“What about the setlists for the other two rounds?” Danny asked.
“Nope,” Jake quickly interjected. “We can’t get too ahead of ourselves. We can figure it out if and when we get there. For now let’s focus on the songs we’ve got down now.”
Sam was more than ready to get practice in. It was what he had been waiting for all day. Danny, Josh, and Jake all repeatedly assured him that he was an incredible bass player, as did his friends and other family members, but Sam still had doubts buzzing around his head. Out of the rest of his band members, he felt the least experienced and, consequently, the most prone to make a mistake. He hoped that practicing for the rest of the day would kick his muscle memory into gear. That, and playing was often a good time for him to think about things. He hoped to gain some clarity on what was eating away at him concerning his future as they all plugged in their instruments and got ready to play.
“Ready for the most intense practice session of your life?” Josh called into his microphone, looking back at Danny, Jake, and Sam. Jake and Danny roared their approval and Sam gave a soft yeah. “Let’s not fuck up our futures!” Josh hollered, and then counted them in for their first run through of Fast Train Blues.
“Oh god,” Sam heaved out with worry. The music was too loud for anyone to hear him.
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What Goes On In Your Heart? (MedStudent!reader x Paul)
(Photo by Linda McCartney <3 also to note, I personally imagined 1964ish Paul in this but you can imagine whatever you like since it really has no impact on the story lol anyway, I chose this photo for *ahem* reasons)
This wasn't my original post plan (especially given I was due to post yesterday, oops) but I remembered I wrote this a couple weeks ago and thought I'd post it instead! It's heavily inspired by this post by @mysweetgeo (not connected but you should read theirs first because I said so /hj) and my stupid amount of knowledge on the cardiac system (thanks, autism!). That said, that hyperfixation was awhile ago, though I did research while writing it, but if anything is inaccurate, let me know and I'll make changes! Originally written with a specific character in mind, but changed to be a fem!reader, so if there are any remnants of her written Scouse accent, please ignore lol. Proofed in UK English, like all of my Beatles fics. Anyway, enjoy c:
CW: light nudity, brief sex joke (can tag if needed)
I walk into the bedroom I share with Paul. “Paul?” He hums a response as he continues flipping through the book he’s reading. “I have an exam coming up tomorrow, and I was wondering if you could help me study.”
He sets his book down. “’course I can. Not sure how much help I’ll be in your field, though.”
I giggle. “That’s alright. I mainly just need you as a dummy.” I stop before saying, “Not a dummy, like a mannequin!”
Paul chuckles. “I dunno. I fit the dummy quite well.”
I slap him playfully. “You do not! Er, could you strip to your pants for me? Professional reasons only!”
He smirks as he does as told. “What exam could you possibly have that needs me like this?”
“Exam on the cardiovascular system. Well, it’s less of an exam and more of a project. I’m supposed to give a cardio exam to someone I know and report the results,” I answer. “I’m gonna be using my stethoscope, alright?”
“Whatever you need, love.”
I straddle him—only because it’s the easiest position for what I’m doing—before beginning my run-through. “Right, so first I’m supposed to check a bunch of things; make sure you don’t have cyanosis or oedema or things like that.”
He chuckles. “I dunno what any of that means but I put my trust in you.”
I laugh slightly. “Well, you’re not blue, pale, or swollen and you’re breathing fine so that part’s finished.”
I run through the rest of the visual things very quickly. “Alright, now, give me your wrist, please.” He follows my directions. “Ninety. Interesting.”
As I write the number down, he asks, “Is there somethin’ I should know about that number?”
“’s normal, if that’s what you’re asking,” I reply. “Well, a bit high but still in normal range. Something on your mind?”
“Oh, no,” he answers sarcastically. “Just watchin’ my bird straddle me, stethoscope round her neck, lookin’ like the sexiest doctor I’ve ever seen.
I blush slightly. “Shut up! Can I have your other wrist, please?” I feel for a moment before saying, “Okay, good, that’s in sync. Right arm, please.”
“Aren’t you gonna explain any of what you’re doin’?” he asks, giving me his arm. “Most patients, includin’ me, don’t have a clue what you’re up to.”
I blush. “Right, I forgot that part. Alright, what I just did was check your pulse and made sure it was synced in both arms. Now, I’m checking your pulse in a different spot.”
He chuckles as he watches me. “How many times are you gonna check it?”
I stick my tongue out. “Well, I only had two more, but now you’ve earned a third, since you wanna ask stupid questions.”
He pouts. “That’s no fair.”
I roll my eyes with a smirk. “Bollocks, where have I left my— oh, it’s right here.” Paul chuckles at me as I continue, “Blood pressure. Checking it in both arms. Professor said lying and standing aren’t both required so we’ll just do lying.”
“I don’t like that thing,” he whines as I strap on my blood pressure cuff.
“You’ll be alright,” I reply. “’sides, you agreed to this, didn’t ye?”
He pouts again. “That was before I knew it entailed all this.”
“Keep quiet, I can’t hear!”
A look of pure sarcasm covers his face.
“126/80.” I write the number down as I continue, “A bit high but normal, to match that ‘a bit high but normal’ pulse you’ve got. Gonna check the other arm now.”
“How do you even know what you’re listenin’ for?” he asks when I finish the other arm.
“Identical,” I murmur to myself before saying, “Come here.” I strap the cuff around my own arm and situate my stethoscope. “I’m gonna squeeze the cuff. You’re gonna hear a thump, alright? That’s what you’re listening for.”
He nods—though I’m not sure he completely understands—before closing his eyes to dedicate his attention to his hearing. “Oi, I hear it!” he says after a second.
“What’s the number?”
He squints to read the tiny numbers on the metre. “110.”
“Alright, tell me when the sound is gone.”
A silent moment passes before he speaks, “There. 70.”
I give him a sly smile. “Congratulations, Macca. You’ve just done your first blood pressure reading.”
He gives a proud smile. “Alright, what’s next?”
“Take a wild guess,” I answer sarcastically.
He rolls his eyes. “Where this time?”
“Neck, but I’m gonna listen first. Chin up.” I place the diaphragm of my stethoscope against his neck. “Breathe in and hold, please.”
I can tell he’s getting a bit put out with the number of things I have to do in an exam.
“Right, nothing wrong there.”
“Pardon me for askin’,” he interrupts, voice dripping with sarcasm, “but what was that for?”
Ignoring the tone in his voice, I answer, “Just checking for murmurs and bruits so I don’t give ye a stroke.”
He quirks an eyebrow but chooses not to pursue the question. I place two fingers on his carotid pulse.
“Everythin’ good?” he asks, his voice vibrating my fingers.
“Yep, still ninety,” I reply. “Right, time for your punishment pulse check. Spread your legs for me.”
He blushes and asks, “Why?” as he follows my directions.
“Gonna check the pulse in your femoral artery,” I answer. I place my hand where his leg meets his groin, putting my other hand on top. “Interesting how the pulse here is 115.”
He blushes deep red. “I dunno why I agreed to this.”
“Because you love me, yeah, yeah, yeah,” I sing. “’sides, my professor didn’t ask for that pulse so I’m not writing that down. Right, here comes the fun part. Well, fun for me. Checking your pulse again but on your chest this time. Hands to your sides.”
He does as I ask before I place my hand on his chest. I check in a few different spots before he says, “I’ll bite. What you doin’ now?”
“Making sure I can’t feel any murmurs. You can feel some of ‘em, ye know.”
He makes a surprised face. “I actually didn’t know that.”
“Now this is my favourite part,” I say emphatically, donning my stethoscope. “Mainly because it’s the easiest since I’ve never actually seen a patient with a murmur.”
He chuckles a bit and asks, “Well, what do I need to do?”
“Be very quiet.”
He lets out a little chuckle before going silent as I begin auscultating every area of his heart with both the diaphragm and bell.
“How’s it soundin’ in there?” he asks, startling me slightly.
“Still ninety, if that’s what you’re asking,” I reply after gaining my composure. “Or are you asking for a listen?”
“Askin’ for a listen on you,” he teases.
I roll my eyes with a grin. I know he’s not serious, but I humour him anyway. “Mitral. Tricuspid. Pulmonary. Aortic.” I move the diaphragm around with each word. “And just for you, Erb’s point. Not a valve but we listen there anyway. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know.”
“Mitral’s my favourite,” he blurts.
“Don’t go all ‘cardiologist’ on me, Macca,” I laugh. “Don’t worry, it’s mine too. And with that, I can safely say you, Mr. McCartney, are healthy as a horse, as far as your heart’s concerned.”
He smirks. “So, what do I get for participatin’ in this?”
“I’ll give you a stress test later.” I give him a quick kiss before climbing off him and reporting the rest of my findings.
#mine#paul mccartney#paul mccartney x reader#paul x reader#the beatles fanfiction#beatles imagines#beatles imagine#beatles x reader#the beatles#beatles#vivi in the sky with fanfics
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Hi, it's the anon who headcanons the Chosen as higher needs autistic.
I just wanted to say that I'mactually thankful you educated me on your schizoprenic experience, because I didn't know any of that was even a thing! I'll take that with me going forward.
You're welcome! If you want proper schizo education, let's do it! Actually, a note first, because I'm going to be using the terms psychotic and schizophrenic a lot and you should know the difference. Psychosis is a symptom. It is basically just disconnect from reality, generally meaning delusions and often, but not always, hallucinations. Psychosis can happen because of pregnancy, medical conditions, other mental illnesses, or drugs (both legal/prescribed and illegal). Schizophrenia is chronic psychosis that cannot be attributed to any other cause. All schizophrenics are psychotic; not all psychotics are schizophrenic.
1. I know I already said it in the original post, but do not call 911 on someone in a mental health crisis. I will not share the details of what happens to psychotic people (and let's be clear here; it's almost always Black psychotic people) in police custody. And the "good" scenario is them ending up hospitalized, which really isn't much better. I work in nursing, but I will never, ever work in psychiatric nursing because the way psychotics get treated in psych hospitals? I could not see that every day. I could not be part of that system. And there's no way I'd have any leverage to change that system. Psychotics get forcibly medicated, restrained, treated like weirdos and pariahs by the other patients... And then thrown right back out. Why are there a bunch of homeless schizophrenics? Well obviously it's pretty damn impossible to hold a job when in active psychosis, but also, how are you supposed to keep getting your meds or get any lasting therapy when after you get out of the hospital, you're going right back to living on the streets?
2. If someone says stuff that seems delusional, do not fact check them (unless they explicitly ask you to). It will not work. It will just distress them and make them double down. The correct approach is to very slowly nudge them out of it until they realize for themselves what was a delusion, but that's not your job. That's for their therapist to do. Don't encourage them either, though. If you can change the subject, that's the best approach.
3. There's this image that all psychotics need to be medicated, because obviously therapy wouldn't work because they're completely irrational. Medication actually doesn't help 25% of schizophrenics, and therapy is generally way more effective. The problem with that being that you know who else thinks of psychosis as a "just throw drugs at it" issue? Lots and lots of psych professionals. And a whole bunch also just don't know what to do with us. Or they don't want to deal with us, because it's hard. As someone in the medical field Therapy is super useful, though. The standard approach is CBT for psychosis (which personally I had a terrible time with. DBT ended up being my magic bullet). Fun fact: my old psychiatrist is currently doing a study on controlling voice hearing yourself. Basically, you can stop hearing voices by telling them to shut up and fuck off. I'm unconventional as far as schizophrenia symptoms go, so I never really had much voice hearing, but I did for a brief period of time and that's how I got it to go away. Learning how to reality check yourself is the most effective way to deal with psychosis.
3. a. Back on meds, for me personally, anti psychotics did help with my dissociation, but did nothing for my hallucinations and delusions. I'm not on them anymore. We found that an ADHD med actually worked really well for my dissociation, interestingly enough. Anti psychotics also have awful side effects. Schizophrenia is not fun, but the worst thing I've ever experienced wasn't schizophrenia at all. It was akathisia, which is a side effect of anti psychotics. It's restlessness to the absolute maximum. You can't concentrate, you can't think, you can't sit still, you can't sleep. Your heart feels like it's burning a hole in your chest. It is hell.
4. Schizophrenia is actually neurodevelopmental. Our brains look different than other brains. I know personally, I have always had delusional thought processes. It's just that as a kid, I was fixating on, say, the fact that I just could not leave this party right now or that for some reason it was a huge deal that the teacher didn't call on me. So no one thought it was delusions. But now that I've been overtly delusional? The thought process is exactly the same. It's like you're wearing blinders. The world flattens out to 2D and you just can't see the truth. And then when you do realize it, you feel like an absolute idiot for letting it go on for so long. That's true now, and it was true when I was freaking out about dance recitals as a kid.
5. Let's talk about the absolute worst psychotic symptom you've never heard of: disorganized thinking. It's what it sounds like. It's like your brain and thoughts are a deck of cards that are constantly being shuffled. You lose your train of thought. You forget what it is you're doing. I know when my disorganized thinking was a lot worse (those ADHD meds have also helped a ton with that, thank God) I would just get trapped scrolling my phone because I couldn't keep a train of thought for long enough to decide to do something else. Or rather, I'd decide to do something, and then forget about it before I could, over and over. For people who aren't me, it will also manifest as disorganized speech, where you know what you're saying in your head but complete gibberish comes out of your mouth instead. A thing people do not talk about enough is how much schizophrenia absolutely destroys your ability to think. Between disorganized thinking and dissociation (and God, my dissociation is terrible... And this is with it medicated down to levels where I can actually function) sometimes my brain is just absolutely useless to me.
That's probably enough for now? I could keep going for hours, but I think that's a lot of really good information. Truly give me an inch and I'll run a mile
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skips in hello hi jil i'd love to talk abt them im so sorryy i've been thinking abt them too much teehee ty soso much for letting me gush abt my loves eek ♡
random bit of lore but ? marianne moves and when she's getting her trainer card changed over at the lab sina mentions they've been studying fairy types and since it's a ' new phenomena ' marianne goes ' what ? ' - she has . . no clue what that is
months later when marianne's having catchup w augustine abt data on mega n stuff she mentions she loves flowers and has a flower press handed down from her grandma from galar but hasn't had a chance to go out and do anything yet since she came to kalos - kind of like a side note - and he goes ' oh i'm actually double checking this field work sina and dexio did out on route 4 - bunch of flowers there do you want to come ? ' and she's super shy but says sure , i wanna see what fairy types are anyway i still don't really know ? ( she's not a dex holder so she has like no way of . . . being that knowledgable ? )
they go there and she's like v nervous because he's just going over notes and looking through his tablet or whatever but encourages her to go ( vulnerability ? huge lore theme ) and she starts collecting flowers and opens her press and he's like ' oh so this is what you do ? ' and she's so nervous and is like ' yeah . . v_v ' and he's basically completely forgotten abt what he's there for bc he's just v interested in people anyway and his main focus / passion is mega not typing matchups so starts asking her abt flowers and she's so so happy to talk abt flower language and turns out he knows it too ( he loves lavender it turns out since - although its different in kalos ( ' french ' lavender ) it reminds him of home + he also has fond memories of floaroma back in sinnoh so he really really likes flowers ) and they sit there talking about ' i think a persons favourite flower reveals a lot abt them ' and it's one of their first like , one on one moments thats not at a cafe or at the lab and she has this cute interaction w the flabebe obv bc they ride on flowers ? she's totally smitten w them and he's like ' oh yeah fairy type ! look - it's a bit like you '
ok thank you thank you so sorry this was super long forgive mee . . i should be asleep hehe ; bye bye + niniii !
( priv or not up to you ! )
CHARM HEWWO... omg dude im so... i just learned the deeper meaning of marianne and her flowers this is so.... homaGAD.... NONO IM SO SPEECHLESS IN A WAY THAT IM JUST AMAZED HOW IT PLAYED OUT.... what was supposed to be a little visit to see the fairy types ended up being sycamore slowly learning more about this kind lady and her little interest with flowers... and given how he's reminded of the flowers in sinnoh OHHGFO IT JUST PIECES TOGETHER NICELY IM SOOO EEEEEE 💚💚💚 he even FORGOT what were they here for (silly man.. silly silly)
i appreciate people who are more fascinated in the person they're talking to its just shows they're super attentive and im sure this little flower fact will come in handy for him when he wants to... dare i say, impress her??? 🤭 egads... do you think at one point in their relationship she makes a pressed flower plate or something for him??? or maybe the other way around???? 😳 me brain wanderin oopsie....
UEUEUEUE I LOVE FLABEBES SO MUCH (i had one in my xy gameplay and im. very overprotective of it) I LOVE SEEIN THEM INCORPORATED IN THEIR WIDDLE LOVE STORY EHRHRHHEHRD sycamore would absolutely just... watch her with a flabebe in silence and realize how similar they are... in beauty and gentleness wiwiwiw (also now it just hits harder for me cuz i remember one of the sycamari comms you shared had flabebes in it im hrujrururr 🥺🥺🥺🥺)
#I CAN GENUINELY IMAGINE A SCENE PLAY OUT IN HERE IM SO.... WAAHHH.... OH THIS IS SO CUTE... ahuhuhuhu#charm tag#~ mailbox#THANK U FOR SYCAMARI CRUMB OH MA GAH.... this is the cutest thing forever
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Bro. I don’t usually try to post about my personal life on here but I am going through a real life Adrienette situation.
I can’t pass up writing about it, so I hope you enjoy this little story lol. I find it very entertaining, maybe you will too.
Just…think of it as me writing a fanfic, except it’s based on a true story lol
A couple months ago, Adrien started at my job. I was intimidated by him at first, but things really changed when we started talking to each other. He’s very sweet and wholesome, but also very oblivious.
The first big interaction we had was when we were stocking up lollipops by the register. Without thinking twice, he helped me out with this. We seriously enjoyed talking and laughing with each other.
He wanted to buy himself some of the lollipops after we had finished putting them on display. “They look so good!” he said. So he bought a bunch, and then gave one to me.
A lot of people at work noticed all this and instantly started talking about how we were “flirting”. They instantaneously saw this chemistry. What did we do? We kept denying it. “Just a friend” was a real thing.
A solid 5 or 6 people started shipping us, watching our every interaction.
He started doing a lot of really nice favors for me. He’d volunteer to cover register for me despite how much he hated it and would help me out whenever he was bored. We’d laugh together a whole lot. A bit more than “just a friend” behavior.
I didn’t catch onto this for a while. But when the realization hit, I fell real hard. I love when people do nice favors for me.
I talked about my second job (which is in a different field) and my one coworker blurts out that he knows Adrien is studying that in school! So many people kept getting so hype that it was meant to be. Meanwhile I was so nervous.
The following day, my assistant manager not to subtly told him that he should shoot his shot with me. I got nervous and took matters into my own hands. I wrote him a note, but didn’t sign it - I’m assuming he’ll know it’s me. Then, I stuck it in his locker. Now I’m waiting on his response.
Just…never in my life have I had so many people ship me with someone lol. They all saw this chemistry that we weren’t noticing.
This guy is like Adrien in the way of being this innocent cinnamon roll who’s completely oblivious to how I feel and denying us being more than friends despite doing all these favors. I’m like Marinette because I also was trying to tell people we’re just friends, and I fell for him when he started helping me out and gave me something.
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#adrienette#why is this my life now#I’m so here for the romantic chaos tho#love square
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oppenheimer is actually a great movie. the acting, cinematography, score and overall production was outstanding. it really did american prometheus justice. i don’t see how this propaganda when it is literally just telling his story. was he a good man? that’s not for me to judge. is he a massive part of the history of physics? of course he is. he changed the game and as someone who is currently studying mathematics and physics i greatly appreciate what he’s done for my field of study.
Y’all have to be baiting at this point this is insane. Leave me the fuck alone dipshit. You ignored both of my recent and easily seen posts abt this bc you were so desperate to justify your guilty pleasure to me. Do you not see how much of a loser that makes you. Just bc the dinner guests wear a mask doesn’t mean you don’t share a table w fascists. And frankly you talking abt something that harmed so many ppl, from the downwinders, the ppl in Mexico that they tested on, to the citizens—not soldiers, citizens—that are still affected by what this piece of shit did in such a casual manner tells me everything I need to know. You don’t see this as a tragedy, not really. It’s just another note in the history book for you. You’re far more enamored a the pissing contest the US and Soviet Russia were having. Christopher Nolan had no right to sensationalize this story, and ESPECIALLY when he outright rejected to have any other direct input from anyone ACTUALLY affected by the bomb. And if I may say, this attitude screams white apathy. YOU weren’t affected, and the ppl who were are far away, so why should you care? You’re all falling for what was a very common fascist talking point t after the bomb; that the US did something bad but uhhh LOOK new science!!!!! Sweep under the rug all the nasty ways it came into existence!!! And LOOK!!! Japan was bad too, so they must have deserved it!!! Don’t worry about the fact that it was dropped on citizens who could not control what their armies and governments did, that there were entire schools worth of children horrifically killed!!!!
All of you leave me the fuck alone I’m done being nice abt it. You all are a bunch of bigoted idiots.
#kitty talks#kitty answers#I do t know why I even bother typing out a response bc I KNOW I’m talking to a goddamn brick wall.#god forbid you admit that you did something shitty.
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The Fugitive
They have just completed the greatest manhunt in the history of the world! At least that is the impression you would get watching the news. Wall to wall coverage every day. It got so ridiculous that Wolf Blitzer would come on at supper time staring into the camera saying (with a straight face no less) BREAKING NEWS! Escaped convict still not found. I am wondering how that is breaking news. Nothing has changed.
How many times did they show him shimmying up the side of the building to make his escape? Convicts everywhere with access to the internet were taking notes. Here is the kicker. He escaped using the same route as another prisoner had used just a few weeks before. Apparently the prison officials hadn't finished their study on how to prevent this from happening again.
Granted the prisoner had a lot going for him. Well one thing. He was small. I remember when we played hide and seek with our girls the youngest was always the hardest to find because of the small spaces that she could fit into. Officials thought they saw him once standing in a field but it turned out to be a prairie dog.
With all that aside, I have questions about the entire situation that are bothering me.
He changed his appearance and most of his clothes, but he kept his prison pants on for the longest time. Why? Did they make his ass look good so if he was caught he might land a date from a prison groupie?
They say they caught him using the element of surprise. I guess with no cell phone and access to the internet he had no idea anyone was looking for him.
They found him under a bunch of logs and took great pains describing the logs. I suppose this is in case someone else escapes they now know the first place to look.
He stole a truck that ran out of gas after about thirty minutes, but they still found him just a couple of miles from where he started. Either he has no sense of direction or he is an extremely cautious driver.
There were over 400 searchers and 1 dog. Yep, the dog found him. The fact the dog's name was Yoda should have been a hint as to who they should have relied on from the start. May the forest be with you.
The searchers all posed for pics after they capture with the prisoner, but Yoda was not included. Numerous reasons for this. They might want all the credit for themselves, Yoda is camera shy, or he was still humping the logs in the woods.
Now it is over, or is it? Yesterday 9 teens escaped from a youth detention center and you guessed it, it was in the same area as the other guy. They were found quickly and the police had reasons for the quick capture:
They weren't as motivated to stay in the woods. No resolve for survival.
Bigger groups are easier to find (they never went off alone). Fear of the unknown, or with no cell phones they did not know how to communicate with others. Plus they all wouldn't fit under a log together.
They were teens so basically stupid.
I have a suggestion for the prison officials. If you see a prisoner practicing climbing up the side of a wall this is what we call a red flag. You might want to keep an eye on that person.
THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Where there's a will there's a way. Where there's a way someone will take it.
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Loid x yor eden academy au
Spy x Family: Eden Academy AU! Loid x Yor
Summary: In a world where Loid Forger’s name is actually Loid Forger… Young Loid attends Eden Academy, studying diligently to become a noteworthy spy someday.
Word Count: 1,026
Warning(s): None
A/N: Thanks a bunch for this request! It was rather fun to have so much creative freedom.
(Young!Loid x Young!Yor)
The halls of Eden Academy stretched for miles; or so it seemed to most of the students who attended. Eden Academy was only for the most esteemed and Loid couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride to be a part of such an establishment. It made him feel like he was one step closer to his goal; becoming a spy. Loid took his studies very seriously, though he knew this wasn’t the only thing he needed to focus on. He needed some sort of experience in the field. Unfortunately, Loid was only 5 at the current time. This meant, he would have to assign field work for himself.
“First rule of a spy… Assume nothing.” Loid reminded himself, clutching a book in his hand. The book was not for his studies, however, it did reveal some interesting facts about spies, or so he thought. Loid was the type to believe anything a book told him. He made his way down the hall, he took note of a few classmates behind him. “Second rule of a spy… Always be wary of your surroundings.” He mutters, turning the corner. Once he had fully turned the corner, he ended up walking through a set of doorways that led into the lunchroom.
He stopped for a minute to put his book into his bag and remained composed as he stepped into the lunch line. The lunchroom ambience was something he would have to get used to in order to become a spy. Being aware of everything was something he should be able to do easily. After all, a good spy should take note of people who enter and exit the room. He took the few moments of waiting in line to count every head in the room. He studied the sounds of squeaking chairs, the tapping of shoes, and even the chattering as his classmates passed.
The time of waiting for food had come and gone in a flash, leaving him to wonder which seat he should take in the room. He could blend in with the crowd and find a group to sit with or perhaps take residence in the barren corner? The choices had his brain wracking. Before a choice was made, his eyes flickered to the doorway, taking note of another person who joined the sea of students in the lunchroom.
He recognized her as soon as he saw her; they were classmates after all. Loid’s feet decided to walk in her direction before his mind could comprehend the thought. As he approached, he silently thanked his feet for such a brilliant idea. He was very used to charming everyone he talked to, he used the last year to sharpen his charisma. He was sure things would go smoothly, “Hello Miss, your name was Yor was it not?” He spoke softly, his body language indicating that he was raised in an elegant household. She nodded in reply, U-um! Yes!” She quickly responded, tripping on her words. He took quick notice that she was rather shy and changed his approach, “My name is Loid Forger, but please, just call me Loid. We had class together earlier.” He clarifies with a smile. She nervously smiles in return, “Oh, yes I remember. P-please excuse me.” She quickly bows and runs off to the lunch line.
Loid was left confused and in a daze, was it something he said? Perhaps he was too up front with her? This conclusion didn’t make sense to him; all he did was introduce himself. He found himself staring at her as she joined the lunch line. His stare lingered for a while longer until he sighed. “Perhaps I am not as charismatic as I thought.” Tearing his gaze away from her, he took note of a virtually empty table in the corner of the room. He mentally declared that spot his for the rest of the semester.
Every day after that, he would spend time in that corner for lunch, and everyday his gaze would set on Yor for a considerable amount of time. He continued to play his part; staying calm and being polite was what he set out to do. Loid made it his personal mission to sharpen his skills on perception and perseverance. It wasn’t long before Yor was nothing but a memory. He continued his days in the Academy perfecting his routine.
It wasn’t until a week later that Yor approached his table. “M-mister Forger?” The girl held her lunch tray in her hands, an introverted stance took her form. Both feet were close together, elbows tucked close to her body. He gave her his attention, surprised by her appearance at his table. “You can just call me Loid, remember?” He corrects, a small courteous smile forming on his features.
She nods, quickly apologizing, “I-I’m sorry! Forgive me Mister Loid.” He stares at her for a moment, processing the new name. “Uh- Just Loid is fine. Ah, nevermind it. Did you need something from me?” He questions. She nods again, her facial expression twisting into a troubled one. “I wanted to apologize for running away last week. That was rude of me.” She bows in apology. To say that he was surprised by her actions was an understatement. “N-no. It’s quite alright. It’s nothing but a passing thought now.” He clears his throat, becoming a tad bit flustered. With a sudden outburst, she places her tray on the table, placing it in the spot in front of him. “N-no! It’s not alright.” She states, sitting down in front of him. “I-I’ve practically insulted you by running away. Let me at least eat lunch with you today.” She continues, her face turning a light shade of pink.
He thought most people were easy to read, but Yor was something else entirely. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking at all; he just couldn’t wrap his head around her. She was a mystery. Loid felt his heart flutter for a moment. It took him all of his strength to remind himself of the third rule of being a spy. A spy must not get attached…
#spy x family#spy x family request#spy x family requests#spy x family yor#spy x family anya#spy x family loid#anime#ask box open#askblog#requests open#writing requests#drabble#oneshot#loid forger#anya forger#yor forger
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wait explain the stomach bacteria thing, also should i be eating the good for you yogurt? is it as good as antidepressants?
I’m not a gut brain scientist and as far as I know people are pretty shaky on why exactly it works the way it does just that it does and it has something to do with your vagus nerve (nerve that does a bunch of stuff in your body you don’t actively do, makes your heart beat makes you breathe when you sleep and kickstart your axe digestion etc etc). I am pro probiotics in general because antibiotics will decimate ur flora for a very long time but as far as I know most probiotics are made up of helpful digestive species? I did a quick google and it said. Note that it specifically said small study of one group so the results are not scientifically certain ymmv etc. but it said taking Bifidobacterium longum improved depression and anxiety for people with IBS. and that galactooligosaccharides reduces your stress hormone levels. But again I’m not up to date on what probiotics usually have. If you look up psychobiotics there’s a lot of stuff that markets itself as a probiotic that works on your brain but I’m assuming at least 50% is a scam n the other 50% is based on very tenuous studies. Like I think pro/pre/psychobiotics as a field is very much in the stage where like. You know how plague doctors wore the bird masks and filled them with stuff that smelled good because they thought bad smells gave them disease. And now we’re like well not 100% right on the technical aspects but yeah that definitely did alleviate disease spread to some extent. I think we’re at bird mask level of knowledge wrt gut biome and brains. But again I’m not a gut doctor I look at blood all day
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WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT IT!!!!
Ehehe giggles cutely twirls hair okay hold on I'll get out of tumblr before it crashes and I lose a few hundred words of progress /stumbles and trips into a random note app/
/comes back crawling out/ WOW this is long now that I've actually. put my ideas down
It's still a loose idea but I think it's silly and if you have thoughts on the actors or what the characters should because of your brainrot throw it my way !! I think it would be interesting.
Anywho, for the most part I'll be basing their names off of their stage actors, if not I'll use their jp voice actors and figure out how to deal with names later. If this ends up in search well im sorry. There personalities and relationships are out there too so. yeah
TEMPO - bpm
Based off of the actual theatrical group "bpm," TEMPO is a small group of members that of playwrights, actors, entertainers, etcetera etcetera. Three of which include:
Shintaro Asanuma - Izanami
Writer and director of the show, also handling the supporting role of the gas station attendant that ends up having cameos sometimes. Good friends with Masashi, Masami and his sister, Kana, also has a bunch of connections akin to a mafia boss. Kind of did the show pitch on a whim and dragged others into it haphazardly for being laid back of the sort, but takes the production very seriously and pushes through. Mainly focuses on being a playwrights but often takes on actor roles—they're also taking up a few voice acting roles too, both of which they're versatile enough to take on many roles that encompass a normal actor on amount and variety.
Masami Itou - Tohru Adachi
Got dragged into helping Shintaro with his production that managed to get greenlit but he kinda saw this coming—he ends up getting credited as "assistant director" a bit later. Subsequently dragged his sister he dotes on to help and star as one of the lead roles as the love interest also kind of not really. Almost as much of a clown as his character he was casted into writing most of the jokes and comedy that usually involves him, but he's well experienced in his field and takes pride in the acting art. Almost in the same boat as Shintaro, focusing on writing for the most part while doing a bit of supporting roles here and there with a bit of voice acting gigs on the side (they ended up voicing characters who are friends in one franchise).
Masashi Taniguchi - Ryotaro Dojima
Also dragged into Shintaro's newest production as the detective amidst their a murder mystery. A little bit more rowdy than his calm and collected role while Masami usually ends up being the voice of reason among the three of them—unless he gets into a silly argument with Shintaro while drinking together. He also smokes a lot less than his character as he's a family man with a lovely daughter who's also been casted into the show, still, as his daughter. He's an actor at heart while more theatrical based than the other two, while already having played a handful of lead roles consisting of various gruff and ruthless characters. He misses those as he's had to tone it down a bit for this character in particular.
Akemi Taniguchi - Nanako Dojima
Daughter of both her father and his role in the show. She doesn't aim to be a child actor, but she admires her father nonetheless and ended up taking up Asanuma oji-san's offer to play as Nanako, even being warned it was a pretty big role to play. She's a star in her school plays and still studies dutifully and lives her life as a kid. What's there for her to come after this show?
Then there's the other guys affiliated with different agencies yadda yadda I'm not that well versed with the entertainment industry I'm just a borderline butai fan!!! /waves arms around/ anyway here are the other guys i think—WHICH will be undercut I didn't think I would tackle majority of the cast already WHOOPS
Kana Itou - Marie
A kind and soft spoken girl, a talented artist and currently a rising star who's made her actor debut through her brother's friend's production as a brusque and anti social (tsundere) amnesiac of a girl. While depicted as a dainty young lady and even being a gentle person at heart, she does her role magnificently, but she contrasts even greater in proximity of her annoyance of a doting brother that it becomes comedic. The twin gags are funny and all but you can't forget the good old polar opposite siblings. It's a marketing strategy (nah man she hates him fr it's a sibling thing).
Speaking of twins I tried but I still haven't found a name for Teddie and Kagu yet but they're also twin actors. just throwing that out there. Also Shadow selves are deepfaked sometimes don't you love that good ol cgi.
Tohru Baba - Protagonist (Hayato Asakawa)
A prodigy from when he was a young, great with acting and has a hand with fight choreography, even being adept in kendo while he pursued acting as a child. He's the lead role for this show and takes great care of the cast whenever he can. Especially the supposed love interest (or how everyone's been calling it) as he feels certain looks shot straight at him from the assistant director when he's not looking.
Takehisa "Mae-chan" Maeyama - Yosuke Hanamura
A charismatic man focused on the stage, he wonders how he'd look like through broadcast camera quality besides the TV interviews with watermarks and logos plastered everywhere on the screen. For whatever reason complications happens with his contract in the middle of the show leaving it in a dip but apparently that's resolved peacefully. A humble fan of Kana while the two get along quite well, despite his own character being the girl-crazed type of adolescent (but his crush dies in the plot..?).
Minami Tsukui - Chie Satonaka
An athletic and perky woman with great flexibility who specialises in stage stunts. She's almost just like her character! Though she studied karate as a kid than kung fu, but she'll make do. Despite the almost sudden change, she gets along well with both of Yukiko's actors.
Risa Yoshiki - Yukiko Amagi
The first of Yukiko's actors before the contracted ended and didn't end up getting renewed (whoops).
Yumi Sugimoto - Yukiko Amagi
Yukiko's actor in the later seasons. Said to be a lot more attractive than the last actor, but she humbly rejects that claim.
Yoichiro Omi - Kanji Tatsumi
One of the youngest (and tallest) in the cast just like his character! He has a less aggressive personality, while he's rather friendly and upbeat almost reminding you of a dog. He enjoyed the bleaching process as it was required his hair would be like that for the show, while he even colored it when the show went on break from shooting.
Yuriya Suzuki - Rise Kujikawa
Scouted from being a magazine model, a skilled one at that. Her acting prowess was put to the test as she was casted into the role of a highschool idol. She shivers at the reality of idols in Japan alongside her anxiety for being casted into such a role without much experience as others, but the director says she'll be just fine. She retorts as she says she actually has quite a bit of stage fright as to why she didn't take up catwalk modeling (she's not tall enough?). She humbles herself greatly and is a bit flustered in Kana's presence as she herself is a fan of hers. But they get along together just swell, unlike the rivalry they have written for their characters.
Arisa Nakajima - Margaret
A friend of Shintaro who was dragged into their mess. She's a professional wrestler who ended up being scouted as a dainty lady in a car who can't serve the limo alcohol to her only guest because he's a minor? But she did have a few favors to owe a good friend, so she put on the frou frou getup and bleached her hair (she was told she could wear a wig but she said it could give her gigs a bit more flair). She tried coaching the choreography for fights once, it went a little too far and should have stopped the moment she complained about the breakaway props...
Yasuhiro Roppongi - Taro Namatame
A well known actor good at coordinating teams and a specialist at action on screen acting. As he's promoted to action director, an old friend calls him up for help in their newest production. Who's he to refuse someone like that? While he's playing a sad, devastated man walking in the rain, he's waving sticks and running around green rooms in silly dotted suits.
I THINK THATS ALL I GOT ???(IM SORRY TEDDIE IM SORRY YUKIKO IM SORRY NAOTO!!!! Naotos a band kid though if you want a (1) Thought) HERES SOME BONUSES
Kaede Aono - Labrys
Studied fencing and mentioned in an interview she exclusively auditioned for the movie duology because of the character's knight aesthetic and that she carries a large axe. Hopefully she'd do anything other than wave around a rapier in the other western period dramas she was in and when she got the OK, she was more than thrilled to swing around a masterfully made axe on set. In the sequel and meeting the new cast, her pun prowess proved vital while she suddenly made and shared many as liberally as one could expect.
Yuuki "Tomoyuu" Tomotsune - Sho Minazuki
Nimble man who may or may not ad-lib too much for his own good, but he's a bit dry with wordplay than one of his actual roles. While his take on "unhinged" certainly takes the cake, maybe take it down a bit? (he won't). Getting his wig styled and put on along with the makeup for the movie every time makes him a bit restless, not to say he hasn't experienced anything worse. He's stylish and swooned over as an actor. He loves his fans and tweets in micro blog entries with emojis here and there while posting on Instagram showing off a new piercing he's had to hide for most of the productions he's been in.
GOODNESS THIS WAS SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THIGUUT I HAVENT EVEN GOTTSN TO SILLY IDEAS AND IN DEPTH DYNAMICS DAMN for context on what i know, I follow masamisan and tomoyuu on twiger oh as well as bpm's account and kasuyasan and yojirosan . Most of the other actor info were from the visualive official blog and the others were stuff I pulled out the top of my head but then again you dont know which is which but anywho
literally made this au bc I sat down once and thought 'I've been here for two years I should make an actor au' and the immediate first thought was make iznmi the director it would be so funny. The second was make adschi and mari actual siblings and have them beat the shit out of each other.
I have other ideas a lot a lot maybe another night though hope i provided some insight 🐿
#ゲッー#assk#anon#long post#persona 4 spoilers#persona 4#p4#p4 actor au#// ohayk heres my take on an actor au here u go folks all nice and fresh (not proofread)#// i will deal with the naming conventions some other day good NIGHT 🤟🤟🤟#// this evolved into a social media au once but thats just silly actor behind the scenes whwhwh#// sorry for the subtle marise actually no tske the idol girlfriends#// i havent even talked about the filler episodes they were forced to make or actor!marie performing dazzling smile on#one of her concerts and giving a shoutout to shinta-nii and not her own brother#// i hope im the 'grapes are easy acquire and easy to eat' to your 'if you say anything else on this topic i will murder you' <3
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Day 001 🌷 💫 ; Starting fresh
Today was sort of busy. I first decided to start up this account!! So I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Milo! I've been trying to study more and be more organized, which is why I made this account (but it's more of a blog lol).
And it's still in the works, but I'll set everything up as time goes!
Anyways, today I woke up around 5 AM since my school starts at 7, I ate some left over cake for breakfast and had to quickly get ready and leave. I passed by a field of tulips on my walk to school today, and it looked super pretty! I live in a rural area so I'm used to the huge plain fields, but recently the flowers have started to grow and it looks lovely 🌷
Today I had a lot of philosophy homework, about a really old guy named Francis Bacon, but I thought his philosophy was pretty interesting. Then I played some games in my laptop during my free hours, even though I should've probably studied 😅 at least my friends did.
During my next free hour I felt bad and actually sat down to read and rewrite some of my old notes from January, so I wouldn't forget the topics I saw months ago. Once I was done I went back to playing games as usual, even if my laptop doesn't handle heavy apps too well...
Then school was over! It was a pretty boring day today, at least I got to pass by the field of tulips again. When I got home, I made some macaroni with cheese since I was feeling too lazy to cook something difficult.
I studied a bit once I finished dinner, I wasn't really motivated today. Most of the night I just watched a bunch of YouTube videos! I will be going to bed around 10 PM, I have a trip for the weekend and I need to get ready for that!
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