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After very little research into the other writings of Laura Ingalls Wilder and Rose Wilder Lane, my hypothesis about the Little House authorship question is that the writing is mostly Rose's, but the heart is Laura's.
In Laura's newspaper columns, the parts that sound most like Little House mostly come from the extracts she shares from Rose's letters (incidentally, it's kind of adorable how proud she is of Rose: "My daughter's in France!", "My daughter's in Albania!", etc.) The prose of Old Home Town, Rose's inspired-by-my-childhood-home novel, has some of the same concise descriptive prose that I've come to associate with the Little House style (I could hear passages in the voice of the Little House audiobook narrator).
Yet the Little House soul is all over Laura's columns. She's fascinated by the simple tasks of life, believes in home and family and hard work, believes in holding onto the goodness of childhood and looking forward with hope toward the future. There's an optimism, almost a romanticism, about life. The children's series that bears her name clearly comes from the same woman.
Rose, by contrast, is much more pessimistic. When writing about childhood, she's almost cynical about the life of a small town. She highlights the dark stories underlying the wholesome exterior, is extremely sensitive to the pitfalls of the social scene around her. Part of the difference is that Rose is writing for adults, but there does seem to be an essential difference in the personality behind the pen, despite the stylistic similarities to Little House.
(At the risk of pop psychoanalyzing people long dead, Rose seems much more neurotic and introverted and sensitive than her mother. In her writings and in the books about her childhood in Missouri, she comes across as child of a fairly comfortable modern life, with all the modern anxieties, in contrast to a woman who grew up starving on the prairie and knows that there are much worse things to endure than small-town gossip).
It's not much of a thesis, but I'm just fascinated by the fact that the Little House series can share so many stylistic similarities with Rose's writings, yet feel so much more like Laura.
#little house#laura ingalls wilder#rose wilder lane#i did not finish old home town because it came uncomfortably close to deal-breaking swearing and i don't feel like dealing with that#but the book was interesting in its way#rose clearly has an agenda about women's rights#but in focusing so heavily on social justice it loses a lot of heart#if the mother is supposed to be based in any way on laura she's a bit harsh as a mother#though more open-minded than her neighbors#(always standing up for the gossiped-about women)#rose's stand-in (i'm going to assume it's a stand-in because cranford has trained me to assume#(that any first-person narrator in a book based on the author's childhood hometown is a self-insert)#kind of disappears into the background#and it's very tempting to consider how the woman who made her living as a ghostwriter disappeared behind others' stories#(also this book unfortunately seems to confirm that almanzo was a mason)#(sorry mom)#(seeing the freemason symbol on pa's grave was my most terrifying moment as a catholic little house fan)#(i'm pretty sure my mom threw holy water on it)#(took me a few years to get over that)#(now i've just accepted that american history is full of freemasons)#(and as long as she's not spouting anti-catholic propaganda her books are fair game)
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Donnie's Tantrums
Holy crap, this took forever! I have autism, and so I had to ask my mom what I was like when I went to daycare and babysitters' houses and I copied those stories to fit Donnie, except for the picky eating part. I wasn't that much of a picky eater as a kid, I pretty much ate everything I was told, except for foods that were too smooth, or had a lot of spices, and I was a pretty plain eater. Now that I'm an adult and can cook for myself, I've expanded my tastes. Unfortunately the same cannot be said about my oldest nephew, who is FAMOUS for being our family's pickiest eater. He's got the same tastes that Donnie has in this chapter. Peanut butter sandwiches, oatmeal, chocolate, plain pasta, and fruit is all this kid eats. Enjoy the story!
The Hidden City Daycare prides itself on making sure every toddler that visits their facility is safe, taught the value of friendship, and is taken care of well. Mrs. Calabash, head caretaker of the baby and toddler rooms, took great pride in making sure her room ran like a well oiled machine.
Donnie, even at 26 months, 1 week, 4 days, 7 hours, and 29 minutes old, loved efficiency.
Unless it interferes with his own interests.
The soft shelled turtle was on the spectrum, and had a very specific way of doing things and had to keep his routine on check.
And what happened if that didn't happen?
Donnie was usually a calm turtle, but when pushed, he wouldn't hesitate to bring the water works and throw himself on the floor in a tantrum. And when that happened, Mrs. Calabash would put him in a playpen adjacent to the play area so he could finish his tantrum, mainly to keep the other children from getting hurt from his thrashing body.
Donnie couldn't help it. He needed schedules. Routines kept him sane. And it didn't help that everyday Mrs. Calabash had something new for the kids she took care of.
In the short few months he had been going to daycare, he noticed different activities happening, such as a guest coming in to read a story to the infants, Mr. Kimpchi playing his guitar to soothe the little ones to sleep, or even Miss Yu bringing a new food for the tots to try during snack time.
But Mrs. Calabash would also do things out of order, and THAT would make Donnie lose his mind.
It just felt wrong when what he called "stacking block time" was switched with "music time".
Today was one of those days.
Donnie liked to start his day at daycare with some light reading. His twin, Leo, was more of a free spirit and wanted to play with his closest brother.
"Pway with me, Don!" Leo begged, tugging on his onesie.
Donnie retaliated by shoving his brother away, hating being touched. "No!" He yelled.
Leo pouted a bit, but decided to leave Donnie to do his boring stuff, and went to do something else.
Donnie picked a book on the shelf and began to read it. His brothers don't know it yet, but Donnie can read a little.
Splinter read to them every night and Donnie picked it up fast. He knew his ABCs and some simple words like "Dad", "Book", "Juice", "Bath", "iPad", and simple phrases like "I don't wanna take a nap", "I want the purple one", and most importantly "I don't like being touched!"
Donnie finished his book, and went to pick up the next one: a book about a little rabbit who dreamed of being in the Battle Nexus, when Mrs. Calabash stopped him.
"No, no, Donatello, we're going to read that book at storytime."
Donnie held onto the book that Mrs. Calabash tried to take from him, whining.
"We're about to switch play areas, why don't you play with the stacking blocks?"
That sent Donnie into a fit. The purple masked turtle immediately began to scream and threw himself forward, sobbing as he did.
Mrs. Calabash just rolled her 3 eyes before using a tentacle to pick up Donnie.
"Stop this behavior, or you go into time out. Which one will it be?"
Her choices made Donatello even more angry and he screamed louder.
"Very well." She said as she slithered towards the playpen. The dreaded playpen.
Donnie pouted. He didn't get it; throwing a fit always worked on Dad.
It was true. Splinter was a bit of a softie when it came to his autistic son. When he read up on the condition, he understood that tantrums were a way of children on the spectrum to express their feelings. Splinter couldn't stand his son's crying, so he usually just gave in to whatever Purple wanted.
But not a childcare veteran like Mrs. Calabash. She'd seen kids like Donnie come and go and this was how she ran things. No child, on the spectrum or not, was going to run her daycare.
So, Donnie was plopped into the playpen.
"You stay here until you calm down."
Before they were mutated, Donnie wasn't a good climber. And even after his mutation, he still wasn't good. The top of the playpen seemed as tall as a building compared to Raph's back, which Donnie crawled over often.
No matter how hard he tried, Donnie couldn't reach the top bars and landed on his behind every time.
Thank goodness for diapers being so thick, or else he would've landed on what Leo calls "the Nards". He did once during a tantrum at bathtime, and he never wanted to do that again; it was so painful.
Donnie kicked the bars, which made him cry again. Mrs. Calabash ignored him.
Donnie continued his tantrum until he eventually calmed down, reduced to whimpers.
"Well, Donatello, I think we're feeling a whole lot better now, aren't we?" A pinkish-purple tentacle lifted up the soft shell turtle and placed him onto the floor.
"Now go play."
Donnie obeyed.
He went to his second favorite activity: building.
The area where babies and toddlers gather around to build things with Legos was crowded, but Donnie managed to find a spot and started to pick up pieces.
Another issue with Donnie was that he hated being touched.
And toddlers and babies didn't understand boundaries.
When a 2 year old kitten yokai reached across Donnie's lap to reach for a brightly colored pink Lego piece, he freaked out and said one of his well-known sentences.
"I don't like being touched!"
And the purple masked turtle forgot about the rule about pushing.
Don't push.
The kitten fell on a small pile of legos and began crying, alerting Mrs. Calabash.
Immediately, a frog yokai child old enough to tattle told Mrs. Calabash what happened.
"Donnie pushed Selene!"
"She touching me!" Donnie argued.
"Donatello, we don't push. Tell her you're sorry."
Donnie, still reeling from the time out he received not even 3 minutes ago, obeyed.
"Sowry!" He said, quickly.
"It otay!" Selene said before toddling off.
"Story time! Whoever wants me to read to them, come to the carpet."
Donnie wanted a story, so he sat down with other children that wanted to hear a story. Other children who wanted to keep playing just kept playing, like Raph, who was playing with his teddy, and Leo, who was riding a tricycle around the room.
Mikey crawled towards his older brother and climbed into his lap. Donnie allowed it. Mikey was usually content during storytime.
As Mrs. Calabash read to the children, Donnie listened intently and Mikey suckled his fingers.
"And the Samarai Rabbit beat the Turducken, and cheers filled the Battle Nexus Arena, so the Rabbit felt at peace, knowing he won his first battle. And the Rabbit lived happily ever after. The end."
Mrs. Calabash noticed Donnie raise his hand. Though difficult to deal with at times, she knew he was curious, like a school aged child.
"Yes, Donnie?"
"Dat's not twue. The Rabbit didn't beat up the Turducken, Wou Jitsu did." The turtle said.
Mrs. Calabash sighed. "Donnie, this is a storybook, not a history book. And Lou Jitsu hasn't fought in the Battle Nexus in years, so you shouldn't take things so seriously."
Donnie pouted, then he decided to get up to do something else...
only to make Mikey tumble to the ground, where the orange masked baby turtle started to wail, more in shock than pain.
"Donatello!"
"I wanted him off my lap!" He argued.
Mrs. Calabash scooped up Donnie and Mikey in her tentacles.
"Your daddy will hear about this, young man. Off to the corner."
Mrs. Calabash once again, placed Donnie in the playpen, then left to comfort Mikey.
Donnie felt frustrated. This was the third time he had gotten in trouble and the second time he'd been to time out.
Daddy was not going to be happy.
A sudden uncomfortable feeling took Donnie from his thoughts and he looked down at his lower region. Disgust grew on his face in a grimace and he began to wail.
When Mrs. Calabash noticed he wouldn't stop crying, and that it wasn't his "I'm in time out" cry, but rather a cry that meant he needed something, she went to him.
Before she could ask what was wrong, she saw that he had unpopped the buttons on his onesie; a habit he did when he was wet. And just to be sure, she checked.
"Oh, my! Looks like somebody needs a dry diaper!" She said, feeling sympathy for the crying tot.
Donnie was given a book to flip through while Mrs. Calabash searched the diaper bag Splinter had given her that morning. Finding the appropriate items for cleaning up "Mister Soggy Pants" that was laying on her changing table was easy, and she got started.
Donnie was distracted by the flip book and paid no attention to her as she cleaned him up. He felt it was quite nice to not be cold and wet "down there".
"All done!" She said, closing the baby powder cap with one tentacle and buttoning up his onesie with another.
Donnie was put down and was allowed to play. He just played alone; it was better than getting in trouble for establishing boundaries.
But not long after, Mrs. Calabash placed him at the snack table. Donnie chose saltine crackers, flavorless juice and some fruit gummies for his snack.
"Nom noms?"
Donnie turned and saw Mikey, with his mouth open; a sign he was asking for a bite of his food.
Donnie gave him a fruit snack and Mikey was content.
Donnie's autism doesn't stop at social cues, it also involves food and sleep.
This snack was all Donnie ate at Daycare. At home, he ate only oatmeal in the morning, had his snack and lunch at daycare (where lunch was a packed plain peanut butter sandwich, 7 cheese crackers and a bottle of formula), and only one bite of whatever Splinter cooked for himself and the two older boys, followed by Donnie's usual dinner at home, which was usually plain macaroni or plain cheese pizza.
Mrs. Calabash prides herself on giving the children a variety of foods to eat at snack time, and plenty of picky eaters that are in her care found at least one thing they liked that wasn't part of their normal diet. But Donnie wasn't a normal child; he was a mutant and not a yokai, he was a breed of turtle that mostly ate meat and vegetation, and he was on the spectrum.
So, Donnie ate his crackers and juice and touched nothing else.
In his mind, not only were most of the things on the snack table inedible because of his condition's natural fear of the unknown, but he also believed they were contaminated by other children's germs.
Mrs. Calabash chalked it up to "we all have wins and we all have losses" and brushed it off. Sooner or later this mutant child will grow out of his pickiness.
After he ate his snack, Donnie walked to the napping area of the room and laid down next to Leo. Mikey laid across him and Leo like a turtle blanket and Raph was their pillow.
It took Donnie no time at all to fall asleep. He may have had trouble falling asleep at night, but naptime was breeze. Mrs. Calabash was happy for that.
"Oh, Donatello..." she said as she turned down the lights and allowed the children to sleep.
#rottmnt#rottmnt turtle tots#turtle tots#rise of the tmnt#headcanon#rottmnt donnie#rise donnie#autistic donnie
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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN
Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader
Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.
Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks
Warnings: swearing
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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.
When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.
Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.
Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.
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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.
The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"
"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.
Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'
"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.
"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."
"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."
"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"
Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."
"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.
"Nope."
The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."
All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.
"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.
"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."
"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.
Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."
Arch ��
That new post should be illegal
Tiger 💛
Ooo
I like this reaction
Maybe I should post more
Like this one
Cheryl pushed me in the pool
And I may have had a drink
Or three
Arch 🧡
Well that's sexy
I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth
You're a goddess
But also
How's she holding up?
Tiger 💛
🥺😇
Broken
But she's strong yk
You coming over for dinner?
Arch 🧡
Yeah Y/D invited my dad too
Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?
Tiger 💛
Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))
Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.
"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.
Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"
Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.
"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."
Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.
"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."
Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"
"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.
The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"
As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.
Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.
Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"
She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.
"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."
"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.
"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.
"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.
"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.
Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.
Arch 🧡
I can still smell your perfume on my sheets
Tiger 💛
Marking my territory obviously x
Arch 🧡
I love it
Hope you sleep well baby x
Tiger 💛
Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x
Arch 🧡
Whatever you say, baby x
Tiger 💛
Goodnight x
Arch 🧡
Night princess x
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Till death do us part - 3
Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.
She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.
Choi San was his name.
Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers
Words: 2479
TW series: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!
TW chapter: reader got slapped, reader run away from home, abusive and manipulative father, swearing.
The beating of my heart quickened. For the past two years I had dreamed about him every night and now, I was finally able to see him again.
"San!" I shouted happily, finally looking back at the handsome boy. He smiled back at me but his expression became cold again as he stared at Jinyoung. My so-called husband let my wrist go and hardly swallowed his spit.
"Y-you! What are you doing here?"
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Chapter 3
"What? Do you know each other?" I looked up at San for an answer
"His father is a customer of mine. I worked for him a couple of times, right Mr Hwang?"
Jinyoung stepped back with fear written all over his face. He was afraid of San. I somehow understand his feeling, I knew too well how San could be intimidating.
"I wouldn't ever touch Y/N again if I were you." San said with the most cold voice I ever heard in my life "I get upset pretty easily and I can't think straight when anger come over me. I guess you can understand."
"Why are you protecting her, I don't understand!" My fiancé shouted with fear in his voice.
"Because she's mine."
I blushed madly at San's words. Hana squirmed like a fangirl and clapped her hands while making embarrassing noises. I wished she wasn't there at this moment, I was over embarrassed and she wasn't helping me AT ALL.
I hide my face behind my hands. I wasn't paying attention to the two men's conversation anymore until I felt San's grip lightly tightening around me.
I looked up, Jinyoung was gone without my noticing.
"Are you okay?" San whispered to my ear.
‘Does he have to look at me like that? He’s driving me crazy!’
"He left?" I asked.
San nodded before letting me go. Strangely enough, I felt a wave of sadness and disappointment from the loose of contact even though I couldn't say it out loud, San would probably think I'm crazy since I met him just twice.
Quickly, Hana went to my side, grabbing my arm and shaking it with all her strength.
"Are you THE San?" She asked San with her eyes sparkling.
The moment I saw San's smirk I wished I could have run away from here. I looked at Hana with wide eyes and whispered "Could you stop being obvious for God's sake!"
It was no help, Hana was too happy to finally meet the man I talked about every day and she wasn't paying attention to what I was saying "You are indeed handsome!" she exclaimed "Do you have a girlfriend?"
'Oh God.'
"I don't..." he paused "yet" San looked at me with his sharp eyes.
I turned back and hide my red face the best I could. I was not the kind of girl to turn shy easily but San had this effect on me, he made me feel weak in my knees and made my heart raced.
Meanwhile, Hana was the happiest in the world at this moment, she knew that I never was on a relationship before so she was surely excited to play cupid for the both of us.
After a quick chat, which boiled down to Hana asking questions about everything and nothing, San told us that he was going back to his work and had to leave.
He walked away, but I followed him and with all the courage I could muster up, I grabbed his wrist to stop him. He looked back at me with a surprise expression.
"Can...Can you give me your phone number? It will be easier to see each other this way..." I looked straight at him, facing his usual strong gaze.
However, I wasn't as brave as I wanted to pretend and San wasn't dumb, my shaking hand grabbing his strong wrist was a clue enough for him to know how I really felt.
He smiled at me with a sincere and warm smile for the first time, his dimples in full display, before he gave me his hand. I looked at it, confused, and put my hand on his own.
"Not your hand, give me your phone. Don't you want my number anymore?" he laughed at my action and again, my face turned red.
"Yeah, sure!" I stuttered, giving him my phone. He quickly entered his number on it before giving it back to me.
"Let's talk more often then, Kim Y/N"
Hearing him saying my whole name was something special, a mysterious feeling grew inside of me but it wasn't an unpleasant one.
I waved my hand at him as he walked away, disappearing from my sight.
"I think I need holy water" Hana breathed out.
It was already 9 pm, the sun was giving way to the dark night where the moon reigned as a queen.
It had been a long day, a very long one.
I met Jinyoung, my unwanted fiancé, San helped me against him and Hana hadn't let me get home until I admitted that I had a crush on San.
It was weird to say it, I wasn't familiar with this new feeling. Was it love? Was it possible to feel love towards him already or was it just a physical attraction?
I threw my head on my pillow and yelled on it while shaking powerfully my legs on the bed.
Yes, San was handsome, but he wasn't just that. He had something that attracted me and I couldn't explain what. It was like he was the answer of all my doubts and all of my issues. He was strong and intimidating but at the same time soft and reassuring. The last time I’ve felt this safe in someone’s arms was in my mom’s.
Bip Bip.
I looked at the small screen, a small notification indicating me that I had a new message.
I jumped out of my bed and stood up, excited by just some few words.
San
"Did you get home safely?"
Me
Yes I did! I hope you got home without any issue too :)
No answer.
San didn't seem like the talkative type. I had to choose a topic to continue the conversation or else he wasn’t going to answer.
Me
So...How old are you exactly? Do you still live with your family?
To my surprise, San answered me right away and we both talked for a few hours, totally forgetting about sleep. He talked to me more than I initially thought he would and I was glad for it.
I found out that he lived with his father, mother and older sister in Seoul in a rather affluent neighborhood. He was the same age as me and told me he had always been home schooled so he had a lot of free time.
He was following his father's path and helped him with his work.
I didn't asked him about it but I could easily guess that his dad worked with politicians since he San and Jinyoung knew each other from his dad’s work.
After a three hours long talk, I finally fell asleep while writing a message to San.
San
Sleep tight Y/N.
I slowly opened my eyes when the warm morning light hit my face. It had been a long time since I last sleep that well. I stretched my body and directly texted San.
Me
Hello San! Sorry I fell asleep, I slept well, maybe thanks to all the things that happened yesterday lol!
I waited some minutes but he gave me no response. Was he still asleep?
I went downstairs and only found my father, eating alone. The table seemed bigger than usual without Jin there and I couldn’t help but think about my brother, I hadn't see him since the argument between him and my father and it was worrying me.
"Where is Jin?"
"I don't know where he is living now." My mouth opened at his statement. My unstable eyes were reading his face, trying to figure out and hoping that I heard things wrong.
"What do you mean? He lives here!" I shouted, my voice sounded less confident than usual.
My worry was growing at an incredible speed pace. I felt unwell for some reason and was afraid to understand the real meaning behind my father's word.
"Not anymore. He's an adult now, I no longer have any obligation to keep him home."
I couldn't believe what I was listening to. He kicked his own son out? How dared he?
I was about to shout out at him but his phone rang at the same moment. He took the call and started talking with an unknown correspondent.
His face quickly dropped and then glared at me with angry eyes. I gulped, unaware of the situation.
When he hung up, he angrily stood up and harshly slapped me on the face "What have you done!" he yelled.
My eyes were watering. He hurt me. It was the first time he laid a finger on me.
"Mr Hwang called me! His son, Jinyoung, met you yesterday and want now to end your engagement."
"It's for the best, I never wanted this anyways" I replied curtly.
He was about to slap me again but put down his arm and chuckled darkly "Fine, if you want to be a brat then I will treat you as one"
My father strongly grabbed my arm and dragged me to my bedroom, he was so angry and so harsh, he was, without any doubt, going to leave bruises on my body.
He threw me on the bed and took my phone with him.
"You won't be needing your phone anymore, I'm confiscating it. In the meantime, I want you to think about your behavior." he said "If you don't want to listen to me, then I will show you who is in charge here." he walked away "Ah, and just to say, this week you will took a plane and will go abroad to study." He informed me before locking the door and leaving me alone in my room.
"You can't do this! You can't force me to leave!!" I banged on the door fiercely. It was a nightmare, it couldn't be happening. I sat down, my back against the door and my head on my knees, silently crying.
It was already late at night, I didn't do anything the whole day. The only thing I could do was crying.
I finally wiped my tears away and stood up, determined to leave this house. I took a small bag and filled it with some clothes, wallet and other essential stuffs. I waited until no more noise could be heard in the house and quietly leave the house through the windows.
It wasn't as hard as I thought it will be, I found myself a new talent that night.
I went to the bus station, it was too late so there was no bus anymore.
Shit
I walked to the nearest hotel and went to the reception.
"Excuse me, I broke my phone and I really need to call someone to pick me up to go home. Is it possible to use your phone?" I asked with puppy eyes.
The male receptionist fell right away for my charms and gave me his phone, glad to help a young girl in distress. I thanked him and called my brother.
I silently thanked my good memory and was glad I remembered all the numbers on my phone. "The person you have called is unavailable right now..." the voice announced.
“No way...” my shoulders fell from disappointment. I had no other choice but to let him a message on his phone.
"Hey Jin, it's me... Listen, I had some...problems with dad, he took my phone away so I don't have a lot of way to reach you. I heard that he kicked you out, I hope you did find a place to sleep, hope you're eating well, hope that..." I sniffed, not able to contain myself anymore. "I'm scared Jin, dad wants me to study abroad cause my fiancé brook our engagement. I picked some stuff and now I'm out of the house but I don't know where to go and..." my voice broke because of all the emotions I had inside of me. "I'll call Hana and see if I can sleep at her place or else I'll sleep in a hotel. I love you, I'll call you again tomorrow." I stopped the voicemail message.
This time I tried Hana's number, fortunately she was a phone addict so she would answer to my call. "Yes my love~?" I heard her sleepy voice "Hey Hana" I said, my voice still trembling "What happened? Are you okay?" Her voice suddenly turned serious.
I quickly summarized my situation to her. "Listen, sweetie. Tonight I can't come to you, you have still money right? Sleep in a hotel and tomorrow you will took the first bus and come to my house, okay?" I agreed and hung up before asking a room to the receptionist.
The hotel room was half smaller than mine but it was better than nothing. There was a phone on the side of the bed.
'Should I call San?' I wondered while looking at the phone. Without a second thought, I entered the number of San and waited.
"Hello?"
"San! You answered!" I shouted through the phone, happy to hear his voice "I...I'm sorry I..."
"Where are you?" he asked "What?" I answered, surprised.
"You are not fine, are you? You're voice isn't as clear as usual."
I waited a long moment, I couldn't control my tears as they were running down my cheeks.
"Where are you?" He insisted.
"Dongdaemun hotel, room 322"
"I'm coming. Don't move." his voice softened.
My wait didn't last 20 minutes until I heard a knock on the door. I jumped and opened the door as soon as I heard the sound.
Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most
"San..."
He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.
I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.
I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.
We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.
We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.
As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.
"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."
San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.
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I hope you enjoy this story so far! In the next chapter, Y/N is going to make a choice for her future life so the story will truly start in the chapter 4.
Of course, I’m not encouraging anyone to run away from home, mostly if you are minor.
Thanks for reading! See you in the next chapter~
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Jealousy
NOT MY GIF
Chapter 3
~3rd Person POV~
The five losers got to the sewer and dropped their bikes. Well, except Stan, he put his on its kickstand.
"That's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy." Stan said while pointing at three similar looking plants.
"Where? W..Where's the poison ivy?" Eddie asked, seeming slightly panicked.
"Nowhere! Not every fucking plant is poison ivy Stanley!" Richie exclaimed.
Bill, Richie and Ashton walked into the sewer while Eddie and Stan stayed just outside of it.
"Okay, well, I'm starting to get itchy...now, and I'm pretty sure this is not-" Eddie started until Richie cut him off.
"Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?" Richie asked.
"Sometimes, Yeah." Eddie responded honestly.
"Then you probably have crabs!" Richie said.
"That's so not funny." Eddie responded again.
Ashton and Bill had their flashlights and were searching the sewer for......well, anything really.
Richie turned around and looked at Eddie and Stan.
"Aren't you guys coming in?" Richie asked the two.
"Nu uh. It's grey water." Eddie stated while pointing at the dark water.
"What's Grey water?" Ashton asked, jumping in the conversation.
"It's basically.....piss and shit, that's all I'm telling you! You three are splashing around in....millions of gallons of 'Derry Pee'!" Eddie said, obviously worried about his health.
Richie dipped a stick he found in the water, and sniffed it.
"Jesus Rich!" Ashton exclaimed, grossed out.
"Are you serious, what are you-" Eddie was cut off again.
"Doesn't smell like caca to me senor~" Richie said in a horrible Spanish accent.
After that Eddie started ranting about infections, then Richie threw something. Ashton was paying closer attention to the real reason they were there. Then Ashton saw something in the water.
"Billy! Look." Ashton mumbled to Bill.
He picked up what she was pointing at. It was a shoe.
Bill turned around and shouted "Guys!". The rest of the losers quickly shut up, and stared at him. Then they noticed the shoe in his hand.
"Shit.....Don't tell me that's...." Stan said in a nervous voice.
"No." Ashton responded.
"G-G-Georgie wore galoshes." Bill continued as Richie walked up next to them.
"Who's sneaker is it?" Eddie asked quickly.
Ashton pointed the flashlight inside the shoe and Richie looked inside.
"It's Betty Ripsom's" Richie answered.
"...Shit...Oh..God..Oh Fuck!" Eddie exclaimed. "I don't like this." Eddie said.
"How do you think Betty feels....running around in these tunnels with only one freaking shoe!" Richie jokes while hopping on one foot.
"Not Now Rich." Ashton snapped, seriously.
"What if she's still here?" Stan asked, and Bill, Richie and Ashton all turned around to continue looking in the sewer.
"Eddie, come on!" Richie called out as we walked further.
"My mom will have an aneurysm, okay, if she finds out we're playing down here, I'm serious." Eddie said quickly, obviously panicking.
Bill was still looking in the sewer.
"Bill?" Eddie called out.
"If....If I was Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find her, G-G-Georgie too." Bill responded.
"What if I don't wanna find her." Eddie said. We all stared at him. "I mean, no offense Bill, but I don't wanna end up like Geo-" Eddie cut himself off to spare Bill's emotions.
"I don't wanna go missing either" Eddie finished.
"He has a point." Stan spoke up.
"You too, Stanny?" Ashton asked.
"It's summer, we're supposed to be having fun! This isn't fun, this is scary and disgusting." Stan said, looking down.
Suddenly, there was a splash from behind Eddie and Stan. They all went to see what it was, it was the new kid, all banged up and bleeding.
"Holy Shit, What happened to you?" Richie asked, leaving the sewer.
The new kid looked over at them, out of breath. Stan and Eddie rushed over to help him, shortly after so did Ashton.
They picked up the new kid and put him on Silver, Bill's bike, and got on their own bikes. They rushed to the Drugstore. While they were riding, Eddie kept ranting about "An AIDS epidemic" currently happening, but none of them really listened though.
They finally got there and dropped their bikes in the alleyway. Bill set the new kid down on a crate and told Richie to wait with him while they got the supplies.
The four losers rushed into the drug store. Eddie quickly grabbed what he needed, while the other 3 looked in their pockets for any money they had. The sum was $6.23.
"Can we afford all that?" Bill asked Eddie.
"That's all we got." Stan said with only a bit of cash and change in his hands.
"Are you kidding me?" Eddie asked with all the medical supplies in his small arms. He started biting with lip thinking.
"Wait, You have an account here, don't you?" Ashton asked.
"If my mom finds out I bought all this stuff for myself, I'm spending the whole rest of the weekend in the emergency room getting X-rayed." Eddie said, while shaking his head no.
A couple aisles over Beverly Marsh, the school's 'Slut', was looking at the Tampax, confused. She made up her mind and went to pay when she saw Greta Kenne walking down the aisle. She quickly went to the next one which wasn't any better.
Luckily, Ashton saw the box and quickly gestured for Beverly to hide it behind her back, and she did. The other three boys looked over and saw Beverly.
"Are you okay?" Bill asked her.
"I'm fine, what's wrong with you?" Beverly asked, seeing all the medical supplies in Eddie's arms.
"None of your business." Stan replied.
"There's a kid outside, looked like someone killed him." Eddie also responded. Ashton quickly slapped Eddie's arm, giving him a 'Really?!' look.
"We need some supplies but we don't have enough money." Ashton told Beverly.
Beverly thought for a second, before coming up with a plan and saying "I think I know what to do, but I'll need Ashton's help."
The two girls walked up the check out.
"We like your glasses, Mr. Kenne." Beverly started.
"You look just like Clark Kent." Ashton continued.
"Oh, well, I don't know about that." Mr. Kenne said while adjusting his glasses.
"Can we try them?" Beverly asked abruptly.
"Well, Sure." Mr. Kenne answered while taking off his glasses and handing them to Beverly.
Beverly put them on and looked at the pervert through her eyelashes.
"What do you think?" The redhead asked.
"Well, How bout that. You look just like Louis Lane." Mr. Kenne said while leaning in.
"Definitely." Ashton said while looking at Beverly.
Beverly then took off the glasses and handed them to Ashton. The petite girl put them on and looked at Beverly and Mr. Kenne.
"How do I look?" Ashton asked.
Little did she know that the boy with a stutter and his curly haired friend were staring at her. A light red blush grazing their cheeks.
"Perfect." Mr. Kenne said.
The small girl then took off the glasses and when handing them back to Mr. Kenne, 'accidentally' knocked over the small shelf of cigarettes behind the counter.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Ashton apologized in a sincere voice.
"It's okay. " Mr. Kenne said while putting on his glasses and bending down to clean up the fallen shelf.
While the pervert was cleaning, Ashton and Beverly looked back to see the 3 losers rushing to leave the store with their supplies. Bill accidentally shoved Eddie causing him to trip and knock over a few items before actually leaving.
Beverly saw a pack of cigarettes on the counter and quickly grabbed them and shoved them in her pocket.
Out in the alleyway the Losers were trying to help the new kid.
"Can you go get me something?" Eddie asked, while trying to get the wound to stop bleeding.
"Jesus, what do you need?" Richie asked.
"Go get my bifocals. I hid them in my second fanny pack." Eddie said.
"Why do you have two fanny packs?" Stan asked.
Bill walked out of the alleyway to see Beverly walking towards him, wind blowing in her hair. Bill then pulled out a dollar from his pocket and showed it to Beverly.
"T-T-Thanks." Bill said.
"Even Steven." Beverly said while pulling out her new pack of cigarettes.
The two then heard Stan freaking out and looked to see what was going on.
"Ben from Soc?" Beverly asked herself before going in the alley way.
Eddie and Richie were arguing and Ashton was sitting on a crate.
"Are you okay? That looks like it hurts." Beverly said while walking up to the group.
"Oh, No, I'm good. I just fell." Ben said, smiling at the redhead.
"Yeah, right into Henry Bowers!" Richie exclaimed.
"S-S-S-Shut up R-R-Richie." Bill said.
"Why? It's the truth." Richie said back.
"You sure they got the right stuff, to fix you up?" Beverly asked while Bill stared at her.
Ashton noticed this and started feeling a pain in her chest. Ashton then got up and shoved Richie out of the way and walked to her bike.
"Where the hell are you going?" Richie asked, seeing the small girl get her bike.
"Home." Ashton answered quickly.
"But-" Stan was cut off by Ashton.
"You guys know how Alex gets!" Ashton exclaimed while glaring at the group.
She then got on her bike and started riding out of the alleyway.
"But It's not past-!" Stan yelled, but Ashton was already gone. "Your curfew yet."
"Is she okay?" Beverly asked.
"Y-Y-Yeah, I'm sure." Bill lied.
"Okay, well maybe I'll see you around." Beverly said.
"We were thinking about going to the Q-Q-Quarry tomorrow, if you wanna come." Bill told Beverly.
"Good to know, Thanks. Oh and, Who's Alex?" Beverly asked.
"H-H-He's Ashton's Ste-" Bill was cut off by Eddie.
"None of your business." Eddie answered.
"E-E-Eddie." Bill said sternly.
"No, he's right. It took Ash four years to tell us. Why should she know?" Stan defended.
Bill tried to think of a reason, but nothing came out. There was silence for a couple of minutes.
"If you wanna know, go and ask her. She lives on 29 oaks street." Richie said.
"Okay then, Thanks anyways." Beverly said before walking out to the alleyway.
"Nice going bringing up Bowers in front of her." Stan said to Richie.
"Yeah you heard what she did." Eddie said, agreeing.
"What'd she do?" Ben asked.
"More like who'd she do! From what I hear the list is longer than my wang." Richie answered, grabbing his crotch.
"That's not saying much." Stan said.
"There j-j-j-j-just rumors." Bill said defending the redhead
"Anyway, Bill had her back in the third grade. They kissed in the school play. Reviews said you can't fake that sort of passion." Richie told Ben.
"Now!" Richie clapped his hands. "Pip Pip and tally ho my good fellows! I do believe this chap required our utmost attention, get in there Doctor K, come on, fix him up." Richie said in a horrible British accent.
"Why don't you shut to fuck up Einstein, because I know what I'm doing and I don't want you doing the British guy with me right now." Eddie responded.
"Suck the wound. Get in there." Richie Exclaimed.
Even though Ashton didn't say it, Richie and Eddie knew she was filled with Jealousy.
*•~Emo-Gay-Tea~•*
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The Glowfish Adventure
In January 2016 my family decided to get a "low maintenance" pet for my nephew's 4-5th birthday... somehow they decided fish fit the bill. I rallied against it so hard because I knew inevitably no one would provide the care needed for a fish tank. Between the water changes, and feeding, and making sure the habitat was actually suitable for the inhabitants, I knew my family wouldn't keep up.
Literally a month later I was caring for the fish. My family wasnt willing to provide the care above, but also refused to get rid of them, so I bitterly took the lead. Bitterly, because fish were dumb and boring, amirite? But ESPECIALLY GLOWFISH.
No, not because they are "tattooed/dyed" (they are bred for their coloration) or because theyre GMO (the food you eat is GMO). But because in my head Glowfish were the pinnacle of gross capitalism: pushing the fad of owning a living animal for decoration.
Still yet, I was not going to let animals suffer.
TA-DA. The first fish tank. Okay actually the first fish tank had fake plants. Real plants were my first move as the caretaker. I went to the local aquarium shop and asked them to give me the easiest plants. They gave me:
water wisteria
Water sprite
Elodea anacharis
Echinodorus "red flame"
And at a random trip to petsmart I got an anubius nana for too much money 🤷♀️
And why yes, that is a grand total of 2 tetra glowfish in a 20 gallon because the other 4 died during what I learned was a "fish in cycle" 😬 I wasnt very fish savvy yet so I wasnt aware of what a cycle was let alone that you need constant water changes to not kill fish.
With a lot of help from @jayce-space and other great people (but mostly I bothered jayce-space) i started to slowly upgrade the tetra tank. Oh and the plants grew!!
Look at that healthy school of fish. And the questionably healthy plants. The only plants that survived the first tank were the wisteria, red flame sword, a sprig of elodea, and the anubias nana. Elodea died pretty quick afterward though, and the water Sprite became uprooted so my mom threw it out thinking it was garbage 😂 still one of the biggest WTF moments for me in animal keeping. "Mom you dont think twice about the tank why did you throw those plants away randomly" she still doesnt know hahaha
Onwards,
A year passed and I decided I *actually* enjoyed keeping aquariums, so much so that for my birthday I begged my parents to let me get the tetras a tank that was better suited for them.
And thusly the 40B gallon was born!
Oh man look at that aquascaping 👌👌👌 I branched out to more plants. I got 2 more swords (Echinodorus "ozelot" and Apongeton crispus), some dwarf sag, and planted the wisteria, anubias, and red flame sword into the 40B. those cholla were soooo aesthetically pleasing. Dont mind the rocks, they're weighing the driftwood down.
From January to September I added a ton more species of plants and more tetras: black skirt and white skirt- 2 more "normal" colors.
The new additions of plants are: Hydrocotyle leucocephala, Hygrophila corymbosa, Amazon swords
Eventually the cholla decompoosed too much and the bottom of the aquarium was ALWAYS dirty so I switched it out for some spider wood. One new plant species was added: staurogyne repens
Here is the tetra tank January 2018, 2 years into taking over the care of the tank.
By September 2018, someone gifted me a 55 gallon which was initially intended to be a salt water tank. After discovering just how much more careful and vigilant you have to be with salt water aquariums, as well as the hefty price tag, I made it into a bioactive enclosure for a snake. Which I got bored of and turned into an upgrade for the tetras 😊
Oh boy those plants look sparse in such a long tank. What survived, might you ask?? Not quite the variety I had hoped for, though some of the plants from my original purchase survived:
Echinodorus "red flame" *first plant 😃
Water wisteria *clones of the first plant!
Anubias nana *first plant!
Echinodorus "ozelot"
Amazon swords
Apongeton crispus (though it melted and has never been the same since)
Hydrophilia corymbosa
A sprig of dwarf sag
A sprig of staurogyne repens
I later added java moss to make moss "trees"
Adding pressurized co2 was game changer. Plants EXPLODED. I'm 10000% committed to using co2 in aquariums. Holy cow it makes a difference.
Sadly I dont have a comparison to this January In a photo, just a video.
But heres a photo from March!
Along the way I got water Sprite again and java ferns. I also had a brief interest in shrimp (actually I LOVE them) so I added amano and ghost shrimp. I have also added platies and my nephews' betta fish after watching very very closely. Honestly at this point, the fish tank is no longer a tetra tank. It's mostly a platy tank. And they've done an excellent job of stocking it for me 😑
More recently, I switched to a better diffuser and the plants got even crazier! Here's a photo from 1-2 days ago after 2 weeks on the new diffuser:
I was literally pulling plants out by the handful to fill in my dad's 57 gallon tank.
Some plants got transferred:
Echinodorus "red flame," (she is arguably my favorite plant) Not only has she survived this long, but she outgrew the 55 gallon to the extent her leaves were sprouting out of the water and dying. I moved her into my dad's ridiculously shaped 57 gallon. That's her standing proudly on the left:
java moss trees got moved. The height of this tank suits them better and looks less crowded
One of the 2 Amazon swords
I cloned my original java moss, and it is now 7 separate plants- 3 of the smaller ones are in this 57 gal.
A very large sprig of water wisteria and a large clump of water sprite
A few dwarf sag
The elodea came from a science project at school, and they gave me all the snails and elodea from it :)
I also had some duckweed introduced from the snails and elodea so RIP me.
And finally, the tetra tank today:
It got a nice old trim and pull of plants even after I took some for my dad's tank. Now I need to add the hardscaping back in. And I'm really itching to get new plants and more glowfish tetras!!
Heres the final attendance sheet:
Fauna:
glowfish tetra
Glowfish shark
Black skirt tetra
White skirt tetra
Blue platies
Rando Pond snails
One nerite snail
3 amano shrimp
1 ghost shrimp
Flora:
Echinodorus "ozelot"
Amazon sword
Anubias nana
Java fern
Water sprite
Water wisteria
Dwarf sag
Some reddish plant I forgot the name of 🤔
Bacopa caroliana
Some other bacopa species 🤷♀️
Its funny to think back to the first experiences I had with aquariums and realize how far I've come.
So what's next?
What's next is my uncle is building me a frame for the 135 gallon tank my parents bought. The tetra and platies will likely be going right in there with all the plants :)
wish me luck!
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Once I had a dream where I was a hunter and I was like theWinchesters sister or something similar and I'm pretty sure my mom was the monster... This makes total sense. I honestly miss the dream. Sometimes I go back to the memory of the dream and remember when I threw holy water at my mother ( because she is a bitch a times.)and she just started smoking saying I worship the devil. She is a Christian... this is why I get grounded. I'm supposed to be sorry I did something wrong but I'm here dying bc of my dream.
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When your crush is angry all the time
Ch. 2
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Y/n pov
First day at U.A. high. This is actually going to be so sick, think of all the boys and girls and weird quirks. Best of all I get to meet boom boom. Hopefully I don't do that thing where I think about him so much I forget we don't know each other, that would be embarrassing.
I smile to myself as I approach the tall building with students flooding in and out. A couple of kids seemed to notice how strange I looked, I didn't have the uniform yet because my mother refused to let me have it. She told me I'd have to get it from her during school so she could show her students how dope her kid was.
Not sure if I should be flattered though. Mom always compliments me like I actually did something to have the power I have. When really all I did was not die. Usually the interaction goes -
"Oh my god, honey you are so fucking cool, look how good you control your quirk, you train so hard!"
"Yea mom, it's crazy how after psychopaths try to breed you at ten years old you learn a thing or two about combat."
Then her face falls into a deadpan to cover her guilt and we move on. Sarcasm is honestly one of my all time favorite coping strategies. Like you can even make it better by not making any facial expression so people's minds are just fully fucked.
My outfit couldn't feel more out of place right now, but I obviously notice the profuse blushing of boys and girls as I make my way through the halls of U.A. If my bestie was here I'm sure people would be fainting, since she makes a habit of dressing in fishnets and chains. I guess I could wear clothes like that but im tired most of the time. So if I don't have to dress up, I won't.
However that doesn't mean I still don't look good. Well, at least I think I do...
This morning I was lazy so I just threw on Baggio black jeans, a cropped tee, and a baseball jersey that I got from when I flew with my dad to America. We watched the game together, but I kinda zoned out the whole time. Of Course I added a couple chains just in case I get to be on top of somebody. Hehe call that ✨funcional fashion✨
Dw of course I took a picture in the morning to post on insta and brag to my old friends about how I got out of that hell.
I rushed in a door that said 1-b just before I heard a bell go off. The door shut behind me with a loud thud the second the bell stopped. That is one way to get attention, I guess. I didn't even care to take in the faces of the students in front of me. After all, I was only here for one reason. I skimmed the room trying to find that ominous glare, but to no avail. My first thought was that maybe he wasn't in class today. That was before I peeked out the window of the door and realized there were more than one hero classes here.
If he is in the other class, I'll just have to be in there too. Is this stalking? Yes. Will it end badly? Probably yes. However, do I have anything to really lose? Nope. Not a single thing.
"Katsuki Bakugou." I figured I'd say it out loud with a Stern face, just to see if the teacher would be intimidated enough to take me to him.
The teacher and the rest of the class visibly tensed at my stare, but apparently I wasn't intimidating enough.
"Whatever business you have can be settled after class. Now, students, this is the newest addition to class 1-b y/n l/n."
"No."
"Pardos me Ms. L/n"
"I said no, im not gonna be an addition to your dumb class" I mocked him
He then sent me a very odd face, in which he pursed his lips but simultaneously glanced at his students in fear. I suppose they might not be pleased at my rejection, but that's irrelevant. I'm not here for them.
"Oh, so you think you're too good for us!? Huh?"
"Yes."
"Class 1-a scum can have you, you vial worthless, dumb, fat, stup-"
Some angry blonde kid was interrupted by an aggressive bonk on his head. I glanced to his side and made eye contact with a girl, she was quite pretty, but not prettier than boom boom.
"Cool, okay so i'm gonna go to the other class then....sir?"
"Pft, you wish. Sit down. Now."
"I literally didn't ask dude...sir."
"Adding sir doesn't make what you're saying any less disrespectful, now sit down."
I pouted a bit in realization that he wasn't as dense as the police usually are. However that didnt mean I wanted to listen. Plus if I got in trouble, that might be even more fun.
"Again. No."
Suddenly I felt a hard push on my back, I fell to the floor and felt a foot pushed against my back.
"Nooo.Mom, please. Not right now."
"I came here to teach historia you brat."
She took her other leg and swung it back, leaving all her body weight on my back. Then launched it forward to meet with my side just as she took her top foot off my back. I felt the contact of her boot on my bare side and felt the tingle of what I assume is pain rattle through my left side, to my right. Only to be cut off when a new sore of pain spread through my back.
That was what I assumed was my body slamming against the front wall of the class. I kept my eyes clenched shut the whole time, only flinching the impact of the wall. I bounced right off and landed on the floor.
"Yea...okay," I said between groans.
*timeskip*
Lunch
Midoriya pov 😗
It was finally lunch time after miss midnight taught us history. It wasn't my favorite subject, but I still look at pretty good notes. I'll be sure to read over them later in case we have a pop quiz or something.
This lunch period is kinda more exciting than usual because I heard rumors that there is a new hero course student, and new additions don't happen often, so he is probably really good.
After getting my food from lunch rush, I rushed over to my table where me, uraraka, iida, and todoroki sit everyday.
I plopped the food down onto the table and followed by sitting down and saying hi to my friends. It didn't take that long into their strange conversation about water volcanoes and cheese for me to zone them out in search of the new face.
I don't really know everyone at U.A. that would be crazy. Still, I feel like I have enough knowledge to spot an obviously new face. Plus he is probably with the 1-b students right now. I scan over the whole lunch room, eager to say hi, but I don't see any new guys, or any new faces at all.
Maybe the rumors were just rumors. That's really a bummed, I was hoping I could get yet another cool quirk to write about in my journal.
Most of lunch was spent with my friends talking about weird things called memes (he calls them me me's) and me trying desperately to find the new guy.
Until lunch was just about to end and in came a girl out of uniform, but she seemed to hold one in her hand. She looked fairly (tall/short) and had pretty (h/l) white hair. It seemed almost to glow as she walked in. To me the whole scene played slow motion, her hair bouncing up and down as she walked and the sports baggy jeans risking and falling. They teasingly revealed her belly button every other step as they lifted and sunk.
I sorta wished she would have just put her uniform on because I feel pretty stupid for staring at her belly button.
Her face was pretty too, catching the light above on her cheek bones(im sorry if u dont have prominent ones, just take out bones and leave it as cheeks) making her seem shiny.
I felt my face heat up uncontrollably before I felt a nudge on my thigh.
"Hey deku, I heard that the new girl is actually a midnight daughter. She is in class b, and I guess this morning midnight kicked her against a wall." Uraraka whispered in my ear, loud enough for just the people at our table to hear.
Now that I think about it, everyone was whispering.
"Midnight's daughter. Wahhh! Then she must have a quirk like midnights. If she does then it'll be hard for our classes to keep up with her. Midnights quirk is strong and considering the already rising testosterone level in the boys in 1st year, we could all-"
"Shut up you damn nerd"
I cut off my rambling and looked up to make eye contact with kachan. Why is he even over here? Is he here to beat me up? Or to get ochako?
"Katsuki, that's not nice, plus he is right, what if she can seduce us."
Kachan only furrowed his brows, however me, iida, and even todoroki a little went red with the image in our minds.
"Izuuukuuu"
"Baby, why do you keep looking at my belly button"
"Do you wanna show me how cool your quirk is"
"Nn Gg plus u-ultra"
Oh no. No. No. No. No. Well....wait. no.
I took a quick glance back at the girl who had halted her movements. She seemed like she was frozen and had a big, wide smile plastered on her face. It was pretty cute. Like a little kid looking at candy.
It almost felt like she was looking at me, but I didn't wanna wave, in case she wasn't.
"Oh my, holy fuck, I knew this would pay off!!!!" She yelled, not even minding that the whole cafeteria now had eyes on her.
She began running over to ...my table? Again it was slow motion, and again I kept looking at her stomach. I guess I don't see girls in short shirts often. I felt myself un-blush forcibly just for, you know, protection from bullies.
"Boom boom, shit, I Promised I wouldn't do that. Fuck it. Hi, im l/n y/n and you are boom boom. Wait...."
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING POOP YOU FUCKING EXTRA!"
My eyes can't pick who to look at and they keep going back and forth between the girl and kachan as they ....communicate.
"No I called you boom boom." She dead panned
"THE FUCK, YOU THINK YOUR CLEVER ON SUM SHIT?"
"Well, I am, and I do." Again the girl seemed completely serious.
"WHO THE-"
"Wait, let's go back. You call people extras? Like in a movie, so then you think your the star."
"I AM THE FUCKING STAR YOU WORTHLESS PIECE O-"
"Babe, that's so much better! You're conceited too." She gushed
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING BA-" bakugou almost launched forwards but ochako grabbed his arm to pull him back.
"You are kinda loud, but I guess that makes sense. Hey! I know, tell me something about yourself"
"STOP FUCKING INTERUPTING ME!"
"Oh, my bad hon, go on." She looked up at him like...oh. He is the candy she was looking at.
"Fucking hell, im not your babe or your hun, extra. I'm not telling you shit about myself. Fuck you think this is, the sharing circle?"
The girl didn't speak for a minute, her face was quick to go from anticipating, to confused. What was she confused about?
"I have a new idea" she instantly had a change of aura and her serious face remained, with one eyebrow cocked.
She lifted her hand and pointed a finger at bakugou, then slowly walked forward.
"How. About. You. Tell me what you are sharing..." she winked "circle is."
I noticed that Ochaco , who was now a coward behind the kachan , flushed red. I don't think she was for the same reason as everyone else though. I could tell she was trying to be angry, but seemed to be failing. Bakugou seemed to notice this too.
I wonder why this girl is flirting with him right now, and what was with that nickname.
"H-hey. Um do you two know each other or something."
"No" they replied simultaneously.
"I-um..huh?"
"Oh, right, my bad. Hi, I already introduced my name, but I should explain. You are the attractive fire quirk boy I saw at the sports festival. When I saw how angry you looked, and the fucking DOPE aura you gave off, I begged to get transfered here. Got in on recomendaciones so I could meet you." She said not seeming to care about how truly creep that all sounds.
"THE FUCK, YOU STALKER!ILL KILL YOU!" kachan screamed, subtly grabbing onto his girlfriend's hand, I suppose an effort to comfort her without being 'nice'
"Hm? Oh...yeah. Well, you could say I am like a stalker. However, for a stalker i'm very pretty, so if you could just ignore that..."
"YOU AREN'T PRETTY BRAT, GO SUCK A DICK AND GET OUT OF HERE!"
"Well, that is what I came to you for..." she, again, had a serious aura change and a cocked eyebrow, this time retracting her finger to put her hands in her pockets.
"I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND YOU SLUT"
"Woah, woah, hey, calm down"
I get that he is trying to be protective, but calling a girl a slut is never okay. I wish I could fight back more, but it's not every hero- like to do so without talking first.
"SHUT UP NERD"
After that small exchange everybody's attention fell back to the girl. I think her name was y/n. She looked a bit defeated, I could tell she had a crush on kachan, even if it was small. Her face is blank but usually in situations like this girls get all...tears eyed and. Oh no.
I stood up right next to her.
"Dontcrydontcrydontcrydontcry"
"Huh?" She looked over at me confused.
"Dont cry?"
"Why would I cry?"
"Because he has a girlfriend" Ochaco seemed to be making her way out from behind kachan, also a bit nervous for if y/n was to get sad.
"Oh, uhm, I guess i'll just have to be the better person for him or something?" She ...asked herself.
"I've never done this before, but the look in your eyes has a fire behind it, and I wanna see it up close. I'm not gonna give up, we only spoke this once and that's definitely not enough." She made eye contact with him the whole time. Even stated her words like fact. Now, it may have just been me, but he almost smirked.
"That's all, see you in class later!" In class? She is in 1-b? Did she transfer?
Ochaco was now side by side with bakugou looking furious at the new girl. While I eerily peeked up at him and his scary red eyes. They did a quick, up and down movement...I don't think anyone else could have seen it, but I did. Then he went down again and stayed there a bit, he was looking straight past me, so I turned.
There I saw...the new girls butt! He? He checked out her- oh no. Why do I feel like this is the start of something terrible for me....
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Hello new readers, it is me...the autor. Anyone who is ready for this is my favorite bc I don't get many ready. Also sorry for the horny midoriya, if I'm making the characters not innocent, he isnt an exception lmao.
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Dream 137: I'm Not a Vampire, Really! Aka Double Spirits
This one gets a tad weird and rambly, but this is another one of my favorites, enough so that I’ve drawn soooooo much stuff for it. Only a few illustrations are here for the time being because a lot of them are crossovers, but all will be posted in time! Why are the others crossovers? Well, actually, I’m writing a story based on many of my favorite dreams, with this one happening to form the main structure. Anyway, moving on!
Oh, and by the way, I had this dream BEFORE I got into Yu-Gi-Oh. Just putting that out there.
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So I dreamt that I got killed by some tribe of people way long ago, but they put me on this altar that brought me back to life. I think it was punishment for offending them, though I don’t remember how. Granted it had come down to a fight, me vs four or five of them. They had these two-pronged spear-looking things and wore very little armor. I can infer that they did not fear death, between their little armor and the fact that they made me immortal as punishment for my alleged crimes. Anyway, I came back after bleeding out, but my spirit split into two different parts. (More under the cut)
(Excuse the gore. Couldn’t get this out of my head until I drew it. Somewhat ironically, this was done on the back of a forensics worksheet. I had already taken the blood unit in forensics so the spatters are all meticulously done to tell a story. Anyway, moving on.)
Each half got different powers. Since we were already dead, we both basically got immortality. It was a middle-earth type world that we were in, just to explain why I got killed by a tribal people and why stone altars worked. (I was confused about why they just let me bleed out on the darn thing instead of just getting it over with) I was also very male because back then women weren’t allowed to go out adventuring or to war. Anyway, I was the more serious of the two halves of my spirit, and I came out of the ordeal looking younger than I had before, while the half who actually had a sense of humor (but not obnoxiously so) came out looking the same age as before I was killed. For some reason, he became a vegetarian. Also for some reason we both had to consume different things to keep up our powers and our health. My powers (other than flight) were all oil and plastic-based. It was weird. I sweated plastic and could control engines because I could control the oil, and I could melt and re-set plastic at will. I was also pretty good at fighting because of the time I came from. My other half though? I have no idea. He was really smart and for some reason I looked up to him, but I don’t remember what his powers were. We could normally read each other’s feelings if we weren’t too many miles away from each other because we were both originally the same person.
My other half was better at faking our way into records in society. He was smarter academically and strategically. I was stronger, had more common sense, and relied on my instincts. He got the positive emotions, while I got the negative ones. It didn’t normally matter when we were together though, since we shared each other’s feelings, and between the two of us we had a full range of emotion. One thing that I had that he didn’t was the power of flight (because I can always fly in dreams) and a weakness to sunlight. We couldn’t figure out why.
Years, decades, at least a century passed. We had gone through schools, orphanages, families, wars, streets, and lots of houses over time. I looked about sixteen, and he looked eighteen to twenty. Of course we aced our history classes when we took them. Some time in the middle I lost track of him. I couldn’t even feel his emotions anymore. I was alone. For someone as old as I was it wouldn’t have been so bad, but we had just been sparring in the street and even though I was more powerful he STILL beat me in one tough hit.
(Ignore the bad math grade on the other side please)
He was the only one who could do that. My powers exhausted me quickly, so when we were faced with a semi barreling down the street all we could do was hang on to the underside until it stopped. Well, I was weak from exhaustion (and losing the fight) and couldn’t hang on, and I rolled to a stop on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I yelled for him to let go until I passed out.
When I woke up it was dark and I couldn’t feel his presence. I had been on the side of the road in the sun for hours, and I feebly flew around in an effort to find my other half back. Without him I was only half a person. I eventually got lost and checked myself into an orphanage to have a place to stay for the night since I didn’t know the way “home.“
I was sent to school the next morning, where people thought I was a vampire because of my aversion to sunlight and the fact that I knew so much more about the last wars than I should have. On the bus afterwards I was eating some candy and someone pointed at me and said, “Hey! The vampire’s got blood in his mouth! He must have bitten someone!”
“I don’t have blood in my mouth…” I put my hand up to my mouth to check and it came back covered in red. I THOUGHT it was the candy, but you know it was starting to taste an awful like blood… “What the shit?” Everyone took that to mean that I was indeed a vampire, and INSTANT SOCIAL OUTCAST. I guess my answer to this one girl’s question didn’t help either.
“What does it taste like?” She asked.
“Haven’t you ever tasted blood before?” Was my ever tactless response. Seriously though, most people know the taste of blood, right? Sucked on a finger with a paper-cut, accidentally bit your tongue, got hit in the face or some lethal wound that left you coughing up your life? No? Oh wait that was just me. Well then.
I eventually left that orphanage (and school) before they could notice that I wasn’t aging. I wasn’t sure where to go next, so I was on the streets for a while. That was fine. I got by for another couple years. I found one of our old houses from when we could still blend in enough to have friends. It was old now, very old, having been from a time when places like the Shire were considered modern. (Some decades since then the world modernized a bit. The bus is a good example.) Anyway, I lived there for a little bit which was a fairly happy time. Someone bought the house though (I was basically squatting on the property) who happened to be a priest. Being a good Samaritan, she said she needed some company anyway and would be happy to share with me if she could be my surrogate parent. A bit of an odd request, but who was I to refuse?
So one day I left the bathroom after a shower and sneezed. She politely said, “bless you,” and since she was a priest suddenly the water in my hair turned into holy water and GOD DANG IT FELT LIKE MY SCALP WAS ON FIRE and I was reduced to screaming profanities while trying to dry my hair as fast as possible without burning my hands too.
“Thanks, ‘MOM!’” Augh! I really wasn’t a bloody vampire, why did holy water hurt me?! Dang stupid tribe.
After drying my hair enough that it only felt like it was being sunburned I hurriedly pulled on some clothes and fled from the house. It was nice but now the head of the church thought (correctly?) that I was some unholy demon and I did NOT need an entire church after me. I started up the engine of the nearest car via petroleum-powers, hopped in and then turbo charged said engine using said powers to make my escape as fast as possible. Some miles away I was boxed in by four other vehicles and forced to stop in, surprise! The middle of nowhere again! Way more people than I expected poured out of the cars, all armed with fists, knives, and several classic anti-monster things. I could take the former. I was a decently skilled fighter back in the day after all, now with countless lifetimes of practice. But could I fight them all off without exhausting myself, in the sun, with no weapons and probably against things I didn’t even know could hurt me yet? I was filled with determination not my own, and threw the first punch.
I heard another engine pull up and hoped it wasn’t another car of enemies to fight. But when the door opened I was hit with a wave of emotions I hadn’t felt in a long time. My other half!! He had…grown? I thought about it (still fighting of course) and realized that I had probably aged a bit in his absence as well. If we had aged while we were apart, albeit slowly, then being together must have stopped that somehow before. So we were stronger when we were together, huh? With him back, this fight was sure to be easy!
Oh so he got stabbed at some point during the fight and it looked like liquid nitrogen poured out and froze his enemies. So I guess he had either air or ice powers? Actually I think it was air. That would explain how he was able to take me out with one hit so easily. He must have used air pressure to power the force behind his hit.
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This dream left me in a weird, quiet mood for a long time after having it. I got so used to waiting and watching the world go by in the dream without really interacting or getting involved with the world that I was pretty spacey once I woke up. To be fair, I had spent what felt like years as a different person. People kept asking me what was wrong. Oops?
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If you’re curious, the other drawing was of me/him on the bus discovering that the candy looked like blood.
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