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wiiwarechronicles · 1 year

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i wanna know everything about parfait eret love herrrr

This is a HEFTY ramble sorry in advance. Here’s an Eret doodle for forgiveness ❤️

When Eret was a teenager she made good friends with a group of totem people, one of which was of course Foolish! Back when Eret was younger being related to herobrine had a certain stigma around it, other people associated her with death and destruction because of her ancestry so Eret was sort of a social outcast </3 Though Eret has withering abilities the totems taught her healing magic too. And throughout all of their travels together the group became almost living legends! They spent almost a hundred years together and Eret learned all sorts of magic. Though as the years went by their numbers decreased until it was just eternal duo, who split up after foolish killed an entire village.

I don’t know exactly how Eret lost their memories but it wasn’t all too long ago. She already lived alone in her castle but after being wiped clean they threw themself into full blown isolation. Just wandering through this dark labyrinth filled with objects they didn’t recognize and an outside world they felt completely disconnected from. It wasn’t until wilbur and his new family moved in near by that Eret started going outside again and actually talking to other people. Being around these people gave Eret a sense of purpose again and it made her really happy. Wilbur really brought Eret out of their shell and after Sally passed Eret tried to become another parental figure for fundy. Then later on kid niki showed up on Eret’s doorstep practically begging for an apprenticeship as a mage. Which greatly confused Eret but like. What was he just going to turn away this young sobbing girl? So now Eret kind of has two kids and is outgoing again and starts talking to locals often and queue the events of the dsmp woooooo

POST the events of the dsmp Eret is kind of lonely, Wilbur has completely disappeared from her life again just when Eret thought they’d started getting along again. And while she’s happy that clingyduo killed a certain someone now she doesn’t see any reason to even try putting together the knights of hope. Most crushing blow of all is that almost immediately after Hbomb moved back into the castle he left again and took his cats with him. For some reason she can’t fathom, being alone like this gives her a horrible sense of déjà vu. BUT BUT BUT BUT eventually FUNDY starts trying to reconnect with Eret and brings his tiny son with him as well.. things get even better when fundy brings a very nervous and guilty H with him one day. Eret’s just happy they’re both back in her life and they’re going to have a BABY soon. Eret’s so excited that they insist the couple and yogurt stay with at least until the baby is born. And soon after niki returns to Eret as well. She’s Yogurt and Granola’s eccentric grandma and she’s very happy to be assigned that role, although her adoption of fundy fell through they still consider themselves family. Suddenly the museum isn’t the only important thing in Eret’s life anymore cause they’ve got a family again and it motivates her enough to go out and continue their talk with foolish.

Eret still gets bouts of confusion and loneliness in regards to her memory. Thinking about the people she loves and being told stories by foolish about their previous life together helps a bit but of course it doesn’t solve the problem completely. And that’s okay! Eret will of course always be grieving the part of them that they’ve lost and there’s no way to just magically regain it. But they’ve got a lot of their life left to live surrounded by people who love them, her museum is important to her but Eret isn’t trapped in the past. For the first time in years she’s actually actively excited for what the future holds.

#sorry this is so long I am just rambling but uhm ya parfait Eret gives me the feels #i actually really need to draw out he and H’s reunion I’ve got a very vivid image in my head of h being just pulled into a squeeze #routeriver #maidsmop #parfait au

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evviesimmer · 2 years

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Cold Winds

A few days had passed and the house had.. somewhat gone back to normal. The lights didn't flicker, the angry ghosts were gone, the friendly ones remained though.

Her roommate, Sarah also moved out. She had spent her entire time in the house terrified, never leaving her room.

Everything was at peace, Olivia even got her paranormal investigation license! She could feel this was a whole new chapter in life.

Or it was supposed to be.

Ice cold hands grabbed at her ankles from beneath the surface of the water, pulling her under.

'It wasn't supposed to be like this..' She thought in her last seconds. 'The séance.. it worked. Why?'

Olivia never realized it. Temperance tried to warn her, but she could never talk above a whisper with her burnt vocal chords, so she never heard the warnings.

She never heard Temperance's warning of Claude René Duplantier Guidry.

*End*

Woooooo so this was my first complete story on here!

Anyone surprised? Cause I was. This wasn't planned. Olivia dying wasn't planned, ever. But, she did, and when it happened Guidry was.so.happy. It was astonishing really. They had a friendly relationship! When I say I was shocked, I really mean it!

I'm sorry if this isn't the ending you wanted, however it does open this for a revenge story 🤔 hmm...

#cold winds #paranormal #simblr #sims4 #thesims4 #the sims 4 #ts4

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jojosbizarrewriter · 5 years

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Could I have an nsfw scenario where joot’s s/o takes the reigns and doms him, taking him by surprise but he’s kinda into it (not that he’ll admit it) cause I’m a S I N N E R and all your stuff is really good I lov u!

//WELCOME S I N N E R!!! This ask has blessed my eyes and was a perfect idea to get my creative brain kicking for the day. Thank you, Anon, for very kind words and for bringing this delicious ask to me cause woooooo this was fun! Also, I went with 4taro so that he’s older! I hope you enjoy ;D

(THIS IS AN N/SFW WORK. 18+. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

-Miki

4taro with a s/o who takes charge!

With your arms hanging loosely around Jotaro’s neck, your nails dragged lightly against his back while his hips rolled in a steady but quick pace right against yours. Every inch of your core was being thrusted full of his thick cock and missionary provided that depth.

Your eyes open up from their time spent behind closed lids, watching gracefully as his lower half was continuously joined to yours, though when his large hands went from either side of your head to your hips, the now tightened grip made you realize what was next.

“Fu..fuck— Jotaro!” You stuttered out, he presses his forehead to yours before mercilessly sheathing his entire length inside of you. Both of your hips staying connected as you cry out in both shock and euphoria, so It was music to his ears with every mewl and moan that he could get to emit from you.

You don’t allow another second to pass before you guide him to his back by pushing his shoulders, though the position remained with you on top. Leaning back up, you kept a hand on his chest to stabilize the position.

It was no longer his hips that maneuvered the act but instead yours, rolling them forward or gyrating them in a gentle but teasing way. Your body did the work and from his position on the bed, Jotaro admired and found the beauty in your blissful expression from where he laid.

He was surprised in your sudden take of action, though nonetheless, he felt a sudden drive kick in and it was hard to deny that he had a very strong liking to this side of you. So much so he’d couldn’t help but accompany your momentum with shallow little thrusts, making sure that your cervix was hit in all the right places.

When things get rougher and the internal coil in your belly begins to wind up, your softer administrations became erratic and lustful. ‘Keep going..don’t stop...’ were the words on repeat in this man’s mind when his own release beckoned while he lets you fuck him.

You gave a few final good bounces before the coil snaps, pure adrenaline rushed through your veins as the feeling of ecstasy washed it all out. Jotaro’s fingers squeezed your hips down onto his as a low and satisfied groan escapes his lips, his release met just seconds after yours.

He wouldn’t ever admit that seeing you dom him was something he fancied now just as much as you in the afterglow of passion, but he was sure to himself from then on if you ever took the lead, he would let you do as you very well pleased.

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo scenarios #jotaro headcanons #jotaro x reader n/sfw #jotaro n/sfw headcanons #jjba n/sfw #jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jjba headcanons

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beaufortswan42 · 4 years

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The Forks P.3

Beau’s POV

“Hey beau! Welcome to Casa Newton! I’ll hang your coat” McKayla cheerfully said. I was told to arrive after school so we could get started with rehearsals. Her house was cozy and seemed more life a vacation cottage than an actual house. “Wow this is a nice home McKayla. It’s all very cozy.” I said while looking at the family pictures on their wall. Baby pictures, birthdays, middle school graduation. Next to the wall was a hall of fame dedicated to their family’s sport accomplishments. Trophies from all different sports and even a few medals with the Newton name.

“Wow, no wonder you’re so good at sports, it runs in your family” I turned to look for McKayla but I froze when I saw her, one leg crossed over the other, sitting calmly on her couch, watching me with a coquettish expression blazed in her eyes.

She softly smiled and let her eyes roam my body. It was the most awkward minute of my entire existence. “Oh thank you beau and yes we have quite the knack for sports. Come and sit down while we wait for the others. There’s no need to be shy, come sit.” McKayla gestured at the seat next to her on the couch. I sat on the other side, praying she didn’t get any ideas. As rude as this seems I didn’t want her to get the wrong impression. McKayla is a pretty girl, if you’re into the cheerleader type but I don’t consider her my type. My only type is a certain girl, skin tone pale as the winter snow with bronze metallic hair, and the most stunning golden eyes I’ve ever gazed upon. I just wish Edythe felt the same about me. The only contact we’ve had was yesterday in bio when she tried to kill me with her fiery golden orbs. But in regards to McKayla I really don’t want to lose a friend over a girl. I know Jeremy has been crushing on her for awhile now. It would be a clear violation of the bro code if I went out with her. But I also don’t like hurting people’s feelings so I need to find a way to let her down gently before things progress any further.

“My family has always been known to be talented in all things physical.” The double meaning was definitely understood. “But enough about me let’s talk about you.” She not so subtlety scooted a few inches closer to me.

“Tell me beau, what makes you tick?”

“Excuse me?”

“what do you look for in a girl or better yet what does a girl have to do to get your attention?” She provocatively said, lust and desire reflecting off her tone of voice.

Uh what? I thought. My face producing red blotches of mortification and timidity.

“Uhhh I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” I pretended I didn’t hear her burning questions as I desperately prayed for the rest of the band to show up. Where in the hell is Allen and Jeremy? If they don’t get here soon I’m going to have to run out when she’s not looking. I hope she doesn’t jump on the hood of my truck. I hope she’s not the type to jump on a moving car. Maybe I can call in sick as well? Maybe I can- what is she doing? I nervously thought to myself as she put her head on my shoulder. I didn’t realize she had completely scooted right next to me while I was in between my inner monologue. I need to get out of here fast...her hand is rubbing on my knee but how do I go about this? Do I push her away?! I’ve never pushed a girl before but there’s a first time for everything if she keeps this up. My hands were already clammy, I could feel the sweat falling off my forehead. I needed to react fast! Then it suddenly occurred to me. That’s it!

“Uhhh hey McKayla can I use your bathroom? I had a lot of water today, like a-aaaa ton of water and I really need to go.” I nervously stuttered to her as I quickly jumped from my seat.

“Um ok, yeah uhh-yeah sure it’s down the hall to the left.” She disappointedly mumbled as she sat back on the couch. I rushed to the bathroom, locking the door quickly and looked at myself in the mirror. Blue eyes and messy short curls staring back at a nervous teenage boy who just avoided getting kissed by one of the most popular girls in school. “What do girls even see in me? I’m not even that cute! I’m a solid 4 out of 10” I washed my face and hands 3 times and did my best to prolong my bathroom visit at casa newton. But what’s gonna happen when I go out? Will she try again? Or is she outside waiting for me right-

Ding Dong! Ding dong!

Someone above must be looking out for me because the doorbell rang, I could hear Allen and Jeremy walk into the house. I’m not religious but hallelujah, thank you Jesus!

I calmed myself down and made my way to the living room where Allen and Jeremy were talking to McKayla. I could see the look of disappointment and frustration on her face from the moment not going the way she planned it.

“Hey beau, how are you?” Asked Allen as he have me a bro hug. Allen has always been one of the kids I connect with the most at school. We’re both introverts, enjoy many of the same hobbies, activities and books. Every time we hangout we don’t feel the need to fill up every empty moment with conversation. Silence is good and is habitual between us.

“Heyyyy it’s my man beau! The rock god! Are you ready for this bro!!” Jeremy yelled as he enthusiastically shook my shoulders. When he let go I could’ve swore there were two jeremy’s in front of me.

“Alright guys lets not waste time any further, let’s go to the garage and get started!” I could tell that Jeremy was very pumped for this, even Allen was more hyped than McKayla who was giving me dirty looks for rejecting her advances. I didn’t mean to be arrogant but I only have eyes for one girl. The same girl who wants nothing to do with me.

I followed everyone to the garage and marveled at the instruments before me. There was a set of drums in the back that were perfectly polished, the guitar and bass looked like they came from a special edition collection. I was admiring the 80s synth keyboard when suddenly McKayla came up to me and gave me what looked like sheet music.

“Ok beau we’re going to perform teenage dirtbag by Wheatus. Here are the lyrics...and yeah that’s pretty much it...any questions? no? Ok great! Lets rock!” McKayla cheerfully said as we took it from the top.

...

We spent the rest of the evening rehearsing and going over everything to make sure it was smooth for everyone. I practiced my vocals, Allen was a master on the guitar, McKayla drove the rhythm with her bass and Jeremy controlled the beat with his drumming style. I must admit that I started feeling more comfortable with my singing and with the idea of performing. If Edythe was there I could use this song to somehow communicate how I feel about her. It’s definitely a step out of my comfort zone, but maybe this is what I need to get some closure if she decides not to talk to me again. The idea of the song itself reminded me of Edythe. The most interesting girl getting crushed on by the dorky new kid; yeah that’s definitely my scenario, minus the boyfriend. I wonder how she will react or if she’ll even be there. Would she like it? Would she know I’m indirectly singing to her? All these questions in my head with no answers.

“Woooooo!!! we sound really good guys! If we don’t win then I’m moving to Canada.” McKayla said, her bubbly personality coming back despite the certain situation that occurred a few hours ago. Jeremy matched her enthusiasm and gave her a hug while saying “oh don’t worry we will win! These other acts are just cheap chumps, it’s smooth sailing from here. All we have to do is control the crowd and rock out like never before. Which means beau you have to bring your A game. You can’t be nervous or stuttering...also please don’t faint.”

“Don’t listen to him beau you’ll do great, you sound awesome...it’ll be ok” Allen assured me as we walked to the front door. I grabbed my coat and we were out the door when McKayla reminded us to come by tomorrow again at the same time for rehearsal before Friday. There’s no way in hell I was coming first again. I learned my lesson. I made it my personal mission to come along with the guys.

“Oh wait before I forget what’s the name of the band?” I asked the group before I got in my car.

“We’re called the forks!” McKayla proudly stated as she walked over to me.

“I’m sorry....what? Did you say the forks?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. What kind of name is that? Now I’m convinced, we would be kicked off the stage.

“Yeah we decided it would show a sign of school spirit and a sense of community.”

“What in the worl- ok I’m sorry guys but I think we should change the name before we go up on stage. If I’m honest the name is terrible and we will be laughed off the stage. In fact they’ll probably throw tomatoes before we perform.” I gently said to them so I wouldn’t hurt their feelings. I thought of how much more Edythe would dislike me if she found out I was in a band called “the forks” I couldn’t bear to see her and her family’s reaction. I was convinced that she would ignore me even more than before.

“Well the deadline is in a few days for name changes so how about-“

“I think the name sounds cool and gives us an edge with the judges” Jeremy defensively said in order to side with McKayla. We could’ve been called diapers and Jeremy would still go with it so he could get McKayla to like him. Before I could answer, McKayla’s dad arrived which means that it was almost past my curfew so I had to race back and beat Charlie. To bad my truck doesn’t go past 65 mph. I thankfully got home a few minutes before Charlie, ate some cereal and decided to call it a night. “Damn, what’s gonna happen on Friday?”

Part of me wanted Edythe to be there but the other half didn’t. The bronze haired beauty definitely seemed like someone who isn’t easily impressed. I could sing with David Bowie, juggle 6 bowling balls and stand on one foot simultaneously and she still wouldn’t be impressed. Fear overtook my body at the thought of her watching me embarrass myself. Me. Beaufort klutzy Swan. On stage. Singing. in front of Edythe-Aphrodite, queen -Cullen. “I’m so gonna fuck it up”.

It felt like I was laying in my bed for hours on a never ending time loop filled with anxiety and pressure. I tried reading but all I read was Edythe’s words from a few weeks ago. I tried listening to the new CD Phil got me, but all I heard was Edythe yelling at me. I pondered more about her and Friday’s event until my eyes started to close and sleep came over me. The last thing I remember was Edythe’s eyes, piercing into my soul. The same scene replaying over and over again. “We shouldn’t be friends...”

#twilight #twilight reimagined #life and death #beau swan #edythe cullen #archie cullen #eleanor cullen #jessamine hale #royal hale #beau x edythe #edythe x beau #the cullens #twilight fanfiction #twilight scenarios #for fun #forks #mckayla newton #carine cullen #earnest cullen

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psych-nurse · 5 years

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Recertifications, and Other Inconveniences

Next month, I’ll be celebrating (??) one full year at my facility. This means a number of things.

And here, I will number them.

Recerts. So many recerts. So far, we’ve reviewed HIPPA, Trauma Informed Care, tech safety/policy, code and emergency procedures (new policies on that), and...pulse ox training. This week we have an 8 hour recert day where we’ll review several things, including Mandt and ALICE training, which aren’t stressful or triggering at all.

Insurance. Due to a variety of fuck ups on many parts (myself included), my youngest has spent the last year without insurance. This will mean re-doing the majority of the paperwork this year. That reminds me, I should probably order his birth certificate this time...

Annual review. Woooooo this one’s a doozy. I know my job isn’t in danger, but I’ve had several fuck ups this year (you know, as a new nurse with practically zero training charging over a floor of 15 psych patients alone. With no support from management). And frankly, I don’t care to discuss them with King fuckin Aélla after I’ve climbed out of his snake pit. I find it incredibly hard to take criticism from folks that have never tried to help me do better in the first place.

I’ll officially have 1 year of psych nursing under my belt, which means I feel I can now be considered somewhat competent at my job. Especially considering, given our incredibly high turnover rate, I’m now one of our most experienced nurses (—what—).

Also, about a week ago, I was almost attacked by a patient. This isn’t the first time and definitely won’t be the last, but this time was different. Older gentleman, typically stable, but has a diagnosis of Bipolar I and when he cycles...oh boy, does he cycle. When he becomes manic, he gets vvvvvv irritable and sometimes vvvvvvv violent. But on the whole, he’s one of my favorite long-timers, and I trust him. And then I had to get between him and a patient who had pissed him off in 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 manic phase. And, real talk, I think he considered killing me for just like, a split second, before he realized what he was doing. And then he was able to be calmly escorted off the unit to chill out.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸'𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗲, 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹.

𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜

It’s super wild when you think your mental health is all under control, and then, suᏒᏢᏒᎥsᎬ bᎥᏆᏟh—we’re back to flashbacks every hour or two and flinching when your kid laughs.

Anyway, whatever, just kinda had to get that off my chest I guess. I’m still working with him and he’s cycled back down and I think I’m ok? This is definitely a milestone, for better or worse, and I’ll have to find a ђęąɭţђƴ way to cope.

On a not unrelated note, I’ll hopefully be getting the Jeep fixed tomorrow after almost an entire summer of no 4WD 😭 so, with luck, I’ll get to spend the afternoon in the hills.

Goodnight and sweet dreams 🌕⭐️

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italicwatches · 6 years

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GAMERS! Episode 01

Nobody participated in the game! Jerks.

I kid, I kid. I love you all.

So now that we’ve hit some of the big shows I’ve wanted to do for a while, it’s time to get at some of the lighter things! And mostly, I mean lighter workload. One-cour specials that I can burn through in a fortnight. Is that how you spell the actual word? The game has been so massively omnipresent over everything I look at that I can’t tell anymore.

…Anyways it’s GAMERS!, episode 01! Here we GO!

-We begin, with a blue sky, a flying plane, and a title pop! Then we scroll down from a school roof, down into a classroom. Everyone’s staring. It’s nearly 4 PM. Two figures stand against each other. Some folks have some pretty amazing faces on. Time is still. Like, full-on ZA WARUDO level time is still.

-And then…The clock finally clicks over. The cicadas start to buzz…And then die. Alas, poor cicada.

-SPRING!

-Hard cut to a game store advertising some naughty materials, as a narrator explains how some people are ‘above the clouds’. All the hottest titles for the PZ4 are out in force, and I’m pretty sure I recognize at least one cover. A young man gathers up some older, cheaper games on sale, as the narrator explains how these people might be an idol, a world-stage athlete, someone you truly adore…And for some, it might be a 2D character. As he picks up the game Golden Memories and I swear to god that girl in the center of the cover looks like she was in New Game. Is this from the same studio?

-Most can only watch these figures from afar, a source of distant admiration…So, when the cutest girl in school walked into the game store at the same time as this young man narrating, and suddenly spoke to him, one Amano Keita lost all capacity to get his body and brain to communicate. The entire stack of games (including titles like LEGION OF THE FANTASY, BASE COMBAT, and a baseball game I can’t read but I know I’ve seen that art style in a Japanese baseball game before) falls from his hands, and his eyes turn cartoony as his thought process just breaks.

-And Tendou Karen introduces herself properly…As Keita’s brain hooks together what he knows of her. The rich, call, curvy, flawless young lady of the school, the sort that draws admiration from her fellow girls and adoration from the boys. She’s smart, she’s beautiful, and she’s got amazing athletic results too. She seems almost too perfect to be real.

-The visuals make it clear that all this is going to fall apart. And our sloppy goofy hero is the reason why.

-She’s not famous, but she IS the kind of girl who has to hold a bag under her locker because of how many love notes are gonna fall out when she opens it every day. The idol of the school. Meanwhile, Keita’s a goofy loner dork who’d rather play vidjagames and is firmly in the middle of every metric the school tests him on. Average height, B- grades, damn near perfectly in the middle of all his athletic tests. Like, it’s almost impressive how nondescript he is by the on-paper metrics.

-And his brain is snapping and oh god he’s freaking out HE’S FREAKING OUT OKAY DEEP BREATH CALM DOWN CALM DOWN. She ends up helping him pick up the games, as he begins to wonder if this is going to lead to extortion or something. (The X makes it sound cool) Because he just cannot ponder why Tendou Karen of all girls would be talking to him, in a game store, and not the kind of family-friendly super mainstream one that only sells E rated games your little brother’s heard of, either. There’s an eroge poster right outside.

-As they pick up such games as STOIC BATTLE 2, and Evil ElEmEnt. But then she asks him if he likes these games, and he freaks out so bad he drops them, and now she’s gotta pick them back up because his hands don’t work. And OKAY DEEP BREATH CALM DOWN SHE’S JUST A NORMAL HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT LIKE YOU NO NEED TO FREAK O—

-She picked up Golden Memories.

-…OookAY IT IS TIME TO FREAK THE FUCK OUT MAXIMUM PANIC ENGAGED

-Oh god it’s even worse.

-The game advertises itself as specifically selling blonde-girl fantasies, and includes wardrobe malfunctions.

-You get three guesses as to what color hair Karen has and the first three don’t count.

-And thus now SHE’S having a bit of a freakout and both try to play it off and woooooo boy this somehow managed to get even more awkward. Could a spout of flame please consume him now to end this torment thank you Satan. He has to try and play off why he had a blonde-gals dating sim in his hands and he insists he just was reading it to see what it was about and of couuuurse, she totally understands, yes let us both just lean on this easy explanation that lets everyone walk away…

-But of course Keita is actually kind of a total dork for the design process of them and how tightly they managed to sell a game which is when he realizes he miiiight have oversold it OH GOD TOO FAR PULL OUT PULL OUT

-Yep she’s staring.

-PANIC.

-But she breaks out into the giggles, because she’s amazed with his passion about it…And she’s…She’s like him to…To join her…

-In the game club!

-The what now?

-Hard cut to an arcade, with a small group of folks from the same school playing a flashy mahjong arcade game, when a pink-haired young lady needs the help of one guy, Tasuku! There’s an amazing(ridiculous) looking stuffed cat in the claw machine, and he’s got the magic touch…And of course, having a desperate young lady needing his help would turn the eyes of any straight young man.

-But you’re paying for the play. You’re not cutting into his game budget with this thing.

-EVEN BIGGER EYES. Why you little…

-But, okay. Deep breath. In goes 100 yen, and okay, focus, watch the toy…And Tasuku pulls the magic trick, hooking the stuffed cat’s tag with the claw! One play, and it’s in this young lady’s hands! He tries to play it cool, but inside he feels like a total badass having pulled this off for his cute, if slightly ditzy, girlfriend. The visual cue would like to let you know that his pride will soon fall.

-That night, the whole gang finally leaves the arcade…When Tasuku spots Keita over by a bench, just kinda staring down onto the bench? What’s going on with him? …Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s just some dork without a hot girlfriend.

-The visual cues want to let you know that soon this dork and Task’s hot girlfriend will be meeting in secret and Tasuku will fail.

-So Keita is staring, because Karen is explaining. She just started the gaming club, since, well, there isn’t one. It doesn’t even entirely exist yet since she hasn’t done the initial round of recruitment to get the school to accept their existence, and youuuu are her first recruit! And wow, you’re polite. …Chill, Keita. Even her classmates are all super polite. Her teacher is polite to her! Hell, when she plays Mario, Bowser himself is polite! Okay that one has to be bullshit. Maybe it was a bug?

-It did happen after three straight days of trying to beat the speed running world record for the game… You were unconscious and dreaming! Your body collapsed from lack of capacity! The only bug is the one in your damn head that led to you thinking that was a smart thing to do!

-And Karen breaks out into the giggles, having finally gotten through Keita’s shell…As she admits that the gaming thing is a bit of a secret. Her friends don’t really know about it…She even picked this school because it once had a famous gaming club. But…It collapsed, in the time between her testing in and her first day at the school…She spent her whole first year politicking behind the scenes to get the school to let her revive it, and now she’s ready to make it stronger than it ever was! That’s actually impressive.

-But what will it be, exactly…? Well, playing games, of course. But not just that. They’ll be playing them seriously. Competitively. This isn’t just about the love of games. This is about games as self betterment. And for that, she needs the kind of souls who can slam themselves against the wall again and again until they finally, finally break through. And she found one, in you! The wind picks up, the springtime cherry blossoms swirl around them, and Keita is in awe, as he finds himself…

-Finds himself…Unsure what to say…When her mother texts her! She has to get going she’s already breaking curfew wait for her after school tomorrow BYE! Ohgodrunrunrunrunmom’sgonnabesomad

-That night in his tiny little apartment, Keita slacks upon his bed, playing his totally-not-a-PS-Vita. I think I will call it a PZ Vivio, because stupid references are the best references. So anyways he’s playing it, and he can’t help but feel like this game club thing…This could be huge! The event in his youth that he’s been waiting for! Is this a dream? A magical wonderful dream—He just got a text.

-Okay. Deep breath. Pick up the phone. See what it says.

-Oh, it’s just an alert. A game friend, Mono-san, is requesting help in a mobile MMO type deal. Sure. Sure thing. PZ Vivio go down, phone goes up…

-And then we fade over to the cutesy, curly-haired girl who is Mono-san…Just to make it clear what we’re dealing with here.

-Cut to the next day! Class just wrapped, and Keita takes a deep breath, as he has to decide what to do…And Mono-san needs help again? Well, he can take a couple minutes to dive into a boss battle, besides Karen was probably just fucking with hi—

-HEY KEITA

-Yipe!

-Yep she went and found him because waiting for him to find her sounded boring. And dang, you play mobile games too, huh? And everyone’s starting to stare. Okay. Okay deep breath they should go to the club room right now! He races out after Karen, having just declined the help request and please forgive him Mono-san…As Tasuku and his group watch this hapless dork walk off with the hottest girl in school.

-To the stairwell! Where we meet Misumi Eiichi! Keith is confused. He’s her other first recruit! She found him at the arcade playing vintage puzzlers! And he’s all kind of embarrassed, as Keita quietly realizes how much of a fucking idiot he was thinking he had a chance at this…

-But then Eiichi extends a hand, and admits he’s not a super sociable guy. But he’d love to be friends with Keita. And…You know what? There’s not a damn thing wrong with ‘just’ making some good friends who he shares a passion with. Keita shakes that hand with both of his own, and it might not be the dating sim fantasy he had in his head, but this still could work out just fine…

-As all three head for the clubroom, where Karen admits she had to do some very cunning work to get them to approve the club…But they get there, and she flips the door sign to reveal it is now OPEN! She even did a custom club sign with cute pixel art on it!

-The place is already kitted out with tons of games and setups, fight sticks and spare pads…And the other recruits. Kase Gakuto, who Karen has to introduce because he’s busy playing. Then, over there playing Guilty Gear is Oohiso Niina. Both of these two are the senpais of the group, and Niina is not listening because all that matters is the Guilty Gear.

-And Gakuto here is one of the top FPS players in the world, as he wrecks face at CSGo. Or as Keita calls it, COS. And Eiichi admits that he really only knows vintage puzzlers. Well they’ll have to teach you!

-And the best part? Everything here was bought over the last year by entering in local tournaments! The school may not be super into games, but they damn well like having trophies to display and students bringing in their own club funds! But what good is a game club if there’s no game playing? Come on, guys, pick something and play~!

-And Gakuto wants to see what these guys can do…

-Straight up first round, team deathmatches in Battlefield. Gakuto wrecks face, with Karen close behind, and the rookie guys do…Poorly. Next round! By the fifth match, Keita is better than two of the bots on his and Gakuto’s team, while Eiichi is slowly but surely improving a little. MORE ROUNDS. 30 rounds in, Keita is actually slipping from sheer exhaustion and Eiichi is getting intense too…

-A full two hours later, and Keita collapses. Karen even has to ask Gakuto to go a little easier on the new recruits, but no. He’s not running a damn training school. You learn or you fall behind. Do you want to be stuck here all on your own again, jerk?

-Also as an aside, they have a legit straight-up Guilty Gear XRD Rev2 poster up on the wall. No BASE COMBAT for that franchise.

-Also Gakuto strongly questions whether Eiichi has really never played one of these before. You got the hang of twin-sticking it really quickly for someone new…And you got three kills on him. Eiichi insists he just got lucky, but at this point I’m pretty fuckin’ sure he’s lying. But whether he’s secretly got practice or just is a fast learner…

-But as for Keita, why the hell did you just stand in that corner jumping up and down on that car in the last round?! He, he wanted to see the scenery past the wall…Well you’re making everyone else on your team’s life harder, you jackass!

-And soon Karen has to calm everyone down and call for a break, as she and Eiichi step out onto the balcony…And Keita just stares, as Gakuto goes right back to CSGO on the PC and I’m not entirely sure Niina even realizes the two newcomers are here. Karen ends up asking what got the two into games…And Keita realizes he doesn’t, really, have one…

-Contrast, say, Gakuto, whose father is in a PMC and so he came into the FPS genre with tons of core practices already in his head that got translated into game mechanics. Or Niina who is trying to pull her best friend back from the dark side. (Your friend turned out to be a Gator, huh? I’ve been there, lass. May your trials serve to bring them back to sanity.)

-And Keita suddenly feels very, very awkward…At least Eiiichi doesn’t have any good reason either, so Keita can just relax, and take a deep thorough drink from his coke can…

-He just lost his memoirs and when he came to, the only thing he was good at was vintage puzzlers.

-SPITTAKE

-Keita suddenly feels like the only sane man in a world gone mad. And Karen tries to lighten the mood and encourage them to stick around. This isn’t about being some world-class gamer. It’s just about the core idea of self-betterment through games, and anyone can do that, no matter where they’re starting off! Eiichi is sold. Give him the form, he’ll be joining!

-And Keita? Well…Keita…

-As he steps out of the room, Gakuto promises to teach him proper team play, and Niina silently shoves an old fight stick into his hands. They might be weird, they might be a bit intimidating, but there’s a kind and genuine heart in their core. This might just work. He can make this work! So he can most definitely say that he’ll—

-Pass! You guys are all super competitive and he’s into single player stuff and RPGs.

-Pardon?

-New day! Class! Keita has realized by now how much of a FUCKING IDIOT he was, when his phone buzzes! Mono-san needs his help…Sure, sure thing, that’ll clear his mi—

-Karen appears! And she’s not giving up. Join. Her. Club. She’s interested in you! And that gets everyone to go silent, as she holds out her hand…And the timer on Mono-san’s request ticks down, lower, lower…Keita reaches out, and…Taps it at the last second! What were you saying, Karen?

-…He…Look. He can’t join the game club.

-Why? Is it because you don’t think you’re good enough? They’ll take care of you, rookie or otherwise!

-…No. He’s…He’s not into competition. He likes the love of games. He’s not a competitive guy at all. Your focus is fantastic, but it’s just not for him, so…

-So Karen suddenly feels like she just got dumped. And everyone’s staring. She goes tsuntsun to try and save face but god dammit quit trying to be nice to her! She walks out in tears…Only to slip on a banana peel and faceplate so hard that she’s got to flee at top speed in a panicked sob…

-As Mono-san sends Keita a thank-you note for the save.

-Episode 01: Amano Keita and Chapters of the Chosen

-TO BE CONTINUED…

…You fucking stupid idiot.

#where I watch #recap #anime #gamers!

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madsxparker · 7 years

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Today has not been a Good Day

Neither was yesterday though. It’s just hard when your best friend leaves for college and you don’t know what to do because she has lived next to you for almost your entire life and now she is in the next state over and you barely talk to her and I stay home and do nothing because financial issues forced me to stay home and not go to socal for college and I’m just really upset with life. But hey I went to a football game with my other two friends last night and it was fine!! Until they!!! Started to make!!! Plans!!! Right!!! In front of!!!! Me!!!!! Woooooo!!!!!!! Today wasn’t so good either as you can tell by the title! I did go to Costco and In N Out so that was good, but as always I stayed home and did nothing and my friend who also loves The West Wing apparently went to the live taping of TWW Weekly in SF and she even got to meet Joshua Malina and I’m so sad because I didn’t get to go and I just thought this would be something she would tell me about but I guess not. I have spent the entire night wallowing in self-pity bc that is what saturday nights are for right? Especially when your best friend is out partying and your other friends hang out with each other right?? And I try to tell my mom about how I’m feeling but she just lectures me about needing a job and applying to our community college and I know I need to do these things but why does no one let me get my feelings out I just want someone to comfort me not tell me what I should do and feel. Tomorrow I will probably apply online to a few jobs and see if there are any classes left for this semester of school and maybe clean off my treadmill so I can run. I just wish I had people to talk to… so sorry if ur a random follower and you see this I just had no where else to put these feelings and sometimes it’s better to post something than to let it sit in your notes.

Edit: I also missed Tom's fucking livestream so add that to my list of why today was shitty

#I would do a read more but idk how to do that #and I'm on mobile #long post #I would watch spider-man Homecoming to make me feel better #but I can't stand theater recordings :/

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harrystattoos · 7 years

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Belated St. Paddy’s Day Imagine

In which you get too drunk with Niall in Manhattan and Harry takes care of you..

“Wakey, Wakey, please don’t be nakey,” your eyes open to the rough Irish drawl. Niall is standing in the open door to your bedroom with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a mug, undoubtedly full of the instant regret in liquid form.

“Fuck off,” you wave your arm at him and turn over, pushing your body further into Harry’s, who is conveniently still fast asleep.

“Nuh uh,” Niall continues, taking a long sip from his mug. “Today is my day and you lot promised to spend it doing whatever I wanted.”

You groan again and push your knee into Harry’s back. “Harry, deal with the blonde please.”

He grabs your knee, his large hands circling your entire knee, and swings around to face you. He drags your leg over him and pulls your body flush against him, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You melt into him, waking up with him made it impossible to get out of bed most days.

“I’m givin’ ye 10 minutes and then I’m coming back with shots,” Niall calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the room.

“He’s being serious isn’t he?” you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The idea of drinking whiskey first thing in the morning makes your stomach swirl.

Harry nods into your neck. “St. Patrick’s day is ‘his day,’” he laughed, mocking Niall’s Irish accent. “You don’t have to take the shot, I know you don’t like whiskey.”

“She’s taking it,” Niall was back in the doorway. “No getting out of this, (Y/N), I’ve been saving this bottle for a month now.”

“It’s like you hate me or something,” you sigh as you push yourself up and your legs swing across the side of the bed, disentangling yourself from Harry’s lanky limbs. “What time is it anyway?” you stretch your arms wide above your head.

“9 a.m.,” Niall grins widely and hands you a shot glass nearly filled to the brim with the golden liquor. Harry sits up and scoots next to you taking his own shot from Niall.

“You really do hate me,” you grimace, the smell of the liquor hitting your nose.

Niall gasps. “If I hated ye, I wouldn’t be givin’ ye this quality of whiskey,” he looks genuinely offended.

“Where’s your shot glass then?”

“The Irish don’t need shots,” he laughs, taking a swig from the bottle to make his point.

“We should just get this over with,” Harry nudges your bare knee with his. “It will at least give us a few minutes without the little leprechaun.”

You roll your eyes but clink your glass with Harry’s and raise your glass to Niall as he holds the ¾ full bottle up. The liquor burns down your throat and you shiver involuntarily in the seconds after swallowing. Harry squeezes your knee, having knocked the shot back with little more than a tip of his head.

“Happy?” you ask, holding the glass out for Niall to take.

“Very, now get dressed we’re heading to the pub in 30,” he grabs the glasses and skips from the room.

“I’m not going to survive today, I should just stay in bed,” you groan, climbing under the massive patterned quilt, creating a cave around yourself.

“No you don’t,” Harry laughs, grabbing a hold of the quilt and tugging it off, leaving you exposed to the cold air. “C’mon, it’ll be fun, this is the drunkest you’ll probably ever see Niall.”

“I highly doubt that,” you roll your eyes.

“Come on, if you get up now I promise that later I’ll do that thing with my tongue that makes you squeal,” he quirks his eyebrows up and smirks as you blush.

You cover your face with a pillow to hide your blush. “Fine,” you try to hide the excitement in your voice but you know Harry can hear it from his growing smirk. You throw the pillow at his face, hitting him square on the nose and giggle as you finally stand up and walk over to the drawers and began rummaging for your green knit sweater.

32 minutes later and you’re both dressed, Harry in his skinny black jeans and an oversized knit green sweater, a big black parka open over it, and you in skinny high waisted light wash jeans, a cropped green sweater and a long puffy olive coat.

Niall stands in the kitchen holding the bottle of whiskey which is now less than half full, tapping his toe and humming aloud to a song in his head.

“You’re late,” he hands you a shot glass again, spilling a bit of the golden liquor on the wooden living room floor. “A shot for every minute you were late,” he explains at your questioning look.

“Aww Niall, you know I can’t drink as much as you and Harry, do you want me passed out in the gutter by noon?” you whine.

“Fine, Harry can take yours,” he hands Harry a shot and you smirk at him, his eyes alight as he tips the shot back down his throat. He takes the other glass from your hand promptly tipping the liquor down his throat without so much as a change in expression, then winks at you.

“That’s m’boy!” Niall pats Harry on the back rather roughly. “Now onto the pub, Josh has already been there for an hour!” he skips out the door with little more than a glance back at you and Harry.

“You owe me for that,” Harry finally grimaces at the taste of the liquor, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the front door of the flat. You lock the door and follow with a smile.

By noon you are starting to stumble a bit in your step and Harry has fastened himself to your side to assure you make it to the Parade.

Niall and Josh skip ahead of you singing old Irish songs at a ridiculous volume and tune.

“Do they know where they’re going?” you mumble into Harry’s ear.

“Not one bit,” he laughs. “They just happen to be right, we just need to head towards the park,” we were going to the St. Patrick’s Day parade in Manhattan.

You looked down at your wrist and the four tally marks then glanced at Harry’s hand in yours which had six tallies. Harry had suggested you tally your drinks for fun, but you knew it was really so he could make sure you didn’t hit your limit of nine drinks. Niall had only rolled his eyes when he saw the tallies, because “counting drinks is for the weak!”

Harry was encased in a heavy black parka, a black baseball cap and sunglasses, it’s the only way he can get around New York City without constantly being stopped. Niall was choosing to be far less subtle, his blonde hair exposed and an Irish flag tied around his neck.

You manage to find a spot along the barricade blocking off the sidewalk from fifth avenue as the bands and men in uniform parade past. Niall finds an older man in a large Irish flag scarf and chats with him animatedly while passing his almost empty bottle of whiskey to him.

“You’re fading,” Harry murmurs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back against his chest. You just nod, your eyes drooping a bit. “Drink some of this,” he pulls a can held in a paper bag from one of his deep pockets and places it in your hands.

You take a sip and sputter back the liquid, pushing forward from Harry and out of his arms. “Beer? Really Harry?”

He just shrugs with a smirk. You bring the beer back to your mouth with a resigned sigh, this would be a long day, might as well be drunk. You know from experience that being the sober one with a completely pissed Niall and Josh was the opposite of fun.

“Fuck it,” you mutter, tipping the can and chugging the rest of the beer. You wipe your hand across your mouth with a laugh.

“That’s my girl,” Harry pulls you back into his chest, wrapping his arms tight around your stomach and kisses your cheek. You feel his hand grab yours as he takes a marker from his pocket and swipes another tally on your wrist.

“Woooooo,” Niall yells as he looked back at the two of you. “On to the pub then?”

You don’t know how but six hours later you find yourself dancing on a table at a random Irish pub in the East Village that Niall dragged everyone to. Harry stands next to the table, casually swinging his hips back and forth, but his eyes don’t stray from you and his arms are mirroring your moves, ready to catch you if you lose your footing.

“Whiskey for everyone!” Niall shouts to a loud wave of cheers from the bar. He steps onto a stool next to the table to hand you a large rocks glass filled to the top.

You down it all in one go and hold the glass up with a cheer. Harry rolls his eyes with a smile and pulls the sharpie from his back pocket, you limply hold your hand out for him, resigning. How many drinks is that now? You try to count the tallies but your hand is a little blurry.

You jump down from table and sway a bit on your feet, holding your arms straight up as if just completing a gymnastics routine. Harry claps and hollers, cheering for you before reaching out and pulling your body into his.

“Home?” Harry asks, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You only nod, exhaustion taking over, you lean heavily on Harry.

Harry motions to Niall, pointing at you and then the door. Niall only nods before joining a group of green clad lads in an Irish tune.

You fall asleep in the cab back to the apartment. When you wake up you’re dressed in your cozy wool onesie and are wrapped up in the quilt with Harry’s arms around you.

He feels you stir. “Good day, yeah?” his deep drawl clouded with sleep.

“Very,” you turn into his arms, facing him and rubbing your nose against his before lightly touching your lips to his. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Always,” he replies, hugging you closer.

“What about that tongue thing then?” You ask hopefully, hiding your face in his shoulder.

Harry laughs and grabs your hand, studying the tally marks. “Maybe tomorrow when you haven’t spent had 16 drinks.”

You groan. “I’m going to regret every single one of those tomorrow.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he turns you around, letting you be the little spoon. You squeal as you feel a sharp smack on your bum. “Now let me get some sleep.”

You roll your eyes with a huff, but hide your smile as you snuggle in closer before shutting your eyes.

#writing #one direction imagine #one direction imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #one direction fan fiction #one direction fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #1dff #1d fanfic #one direction fanfic #harry styles fanfic

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andinarcadiai · 6 years

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Part 1

On to Letter B!

I was very glad to have your letter, and am very sorry to hear that you have been in affliction. About the delay, however, I think I ought to tell you that the original Rule of the Order of A.'. A.'. was that the introducer read over a short lection to the applicant, then left him alone for a quarter of an hour, and on coming back received a "yes" or "no." If there was any hesitation about it the applicant was barred for life.

Wow, y’all are assholes! What if they have questions? What if they don’t know when meetings are and they have a conflict? Life is a thing that happens to most people, so I’m not really down with this. Again, we’re getting into the Rich White Male Victorian problem. Most people aren’t going to be able to upend their lives immediately.

The reason for the relaxation of the rule was that it was thought better to help people along in the early stages of the work, even if there was no hope of their turning out first-class. But I should like you to realize that sooner or later, whether in this incarnation or another, it is put up to you to show perfect courage in face of the completely unknown, and the power of rapid and irrevocable decision without counting the cost.

Perfect courage has nothing to do with snap decisions, and not counting the cost only works for people with enough that it won’t matter. Also, screw you, often the people who struggle at first turn out to be amazing later on. They’ve had to put in a lot of work to lay the correct foundations the first time. So stop discounting people just because they don’t conform to how you learn!

Asshole.

What is the use of being a woman if you have not got an intuition, an instinct enabling you to distinguish between the genuine and the sham?

Fuck

You

This is not some sort of innate ability that comes standard with a vagina! There are many uses to being a woman, primarily being that we are not obliged to be associate with your misogynistic ass! Take that pedestal you tried to put her on and shove it where the sun don’t shine, you complete twatwaffle!

Your state of mind suggests to me that you must have been, in the past, under the influence of people who were always talking about things, and never doing any real work. They kept on arguing all sorts of obscure philosophical points; that is all very well, but when you have succeeded in analysing your reactions you will understand that all this talk is just an excuse for not doing any serious work.

Pot, kettle.

Admittedly, It is a good point about armchair philosophers thinking deep thoughts without any connection to the real world, but this fucking guy is not the person to be lecturing about that!

I am confirmed in this judgment by your saying: "I don't know if I want to enter into a great conflict. I need peace." Fortunately you save yourself by adding: "Real peace that is living and not stagnant." All life is conflict. Every breath that you draw represents a victory in the struggle of the whole Universe. You can't have peace without perfect mastery of circumstance; and I take it that this is what you mean by "living, not stagnant."

What she means is she’s a 40′s housewife and if she doesn’t get out she’s going to start scratching at the walls.

Taken completely out of context, I do like the sentiment of “every breath you draw represents a victory in the struggle of the whole universe.” That bit I like. But more in the sense of knowing that your continued existence is a victory when the world is trying to get you down.

Not how he says it.

But it is of the first consequence for you to summon up the resolution to stamp on this sea of swirling thoughts by an act of will; you must say: "Peace be still." The moment you have understood these thoughts for what they are, tools of the enemy, invented by him with the idea of preventing you from undertaking the Great Work—the moment you dismiss all such considerations firmly and decisively, and say: "What must I do?" and having discovered that, set to work to do it, allowing of no interruption, you will find that living peace which (as you seem to see) is a dynamic and not a static condition.

This feels creepy to me.

It sounds like it’s advocating for not thinking or examining things, which DANGER!!!

This is why I wish we had the other half of the correspondence. I think this might have to do with the dangers of overthinking, but I can’t tell without the comments from the other letter that sparked this.

This is also where I remain salty about the “"What must I do?" and having discovered that, set to work to do it, allowing of no interruption.” Good luck on the no interruption if you don’t have a staff of people trained to cater to your every whim! What about children, and food, and laundry, and a goddamn job, huh?

Honestly it kind of reminds me of a story I recall about George Wythe. (Signer of the Declaration of Independence, first law professor in America, tutor to Thomas Jefferson, etc.) Dude was big into science, philosophy, classics, languages, law, all sorts of stuff! Giant nerd, right? Then his wife dies. Very sad. And there’s this letter he writes afterwards about how he can’t SCIENCE properly because people keep coming in to ask him about what to cook for food that day, what the finances are looking like, everything, constantly, all day. And it frustrates the snot out of him! And it shows that the only way for George Wythe to be George Wythe is if Elizabeth Wythe is doing absolutely everything else to keep that house running!

And this is why I keep being frustrated with this guy. He doesn’t recognize the ordinary, everyday, completely non-mystical effort someone has to expend in order for him to do the “Great Work.” So if he asked me “What must I do?” my answer would be “Housework.”

I obeyed the injunction to "buy a perfectly black hen, without haggling." I have spent over 100,000 pounds of my inherited money on this work: and if I had a thousand times that amount today it would all go in the same direction. It is only when one is built in this way, to stand entirely aloof from all considerations of twopence halfpenny more or fourpence halfpenny less, that one obtains perfect freedom on this Plane of Discs.

Remember what I said above?

Ditto.

Not all of us have 100,000 pounds to devote to anything, you asshat! What about the rest of us that didn’t inherit money, eh? We can’t stand aloof like that because we don’t have your financial backing! If your paradigm won’t work without thousands of pounds, it’s a rubbish paradigm and something has to change!

All the serious Orders of the world, or nearly all, begin by insisting that the aspirant should take a vow of poverty; a Buddhist Bhikku, for example, can own only nine objects —his three robes, begging bowl, a fan, toothbrush, and so on. The Hindu and Mohammedan Orders have similar regulations; and so do all the important Orders of monkhood in Christianity.

Our own Order is the only exception of importance; and the reason for this is that it is much more difficult to retain one's purity if one is living in the world than if one simply cuts oneself off from it. It is far easier to achieve technical attainments if one is unhampered by any such considerations. These regulations operate as restrictions to one's usefulness in helping the world.

Oh really?!?! Then give me all your money and I’ll make it useful in helping the world!

There are terrible dangers, the worst dangers of all, associated with complete retirement. In my own personal judgment, moreover, I think that our own ideal of a natural life is much more wholesome.

Like what?

Also, this smacks a little (a lot) of 18th century Rousseau-esque natural state nonsense. Like Marie Antoinette and la petit triannon. Point is, I get the feeling he has no idea what he’s talking about when he starts in on “natural life.”

The End! Holy shit! So much shorter! Woooooo! Admittedly, this letter was entirely filled with rubbish, but it was short!

Onwards to Letter C!

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