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en-gelic · 1 month

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attention please! ⭑ 엔하이픈

syn. when they want your attention. gn. , fluff ⋆ wc 1.6k ! warnings. skinship, kisses ₊‧ଳ you give me butterflies, you know? 💭 BOOKSHELF! 𓇼

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Huffing in irritation, Lee Heeseung waved his hand in front of your face in attempt to get your attention. Holding in your smile, you listened as he entered the kitchen, angrily mumbling to himself. He was silent for a while as you held back the urge to break your act and turn to look at what he was doing. After a few more minutes, he appeared with a cocky smile plastered on his face and sitting beside you. You continued scrolling through your phone, brushing away your curiosity even as his hand moved to your leg, his fingers drawing circles on your thigh. You held your breath as he moved your body effortlessly onto his lap. Tugging your phone out of your hands, you felt his hand move to the small of your back, pulling you towards his lips, tempting you to kiss him. Noticing how you weren't going to stop acting, he moved to your neck and left a trail of kisses, stopping abruptly once he realised you were enjoying it. "Why did you stop?" You pouted, forgetting all about your prank. His lips pulled into a grin. "Only good girls get rewards."

"Baby, I'm going out, do you need anything?" Park Jongseong asked as he walked into the bathroom where you were putting on your makeup. You continued humming as you attempted to ignore him. Thinking you didn't hear him he repeated the question. Seeing your lack of response, he chuckled sardonically and sauntered out of the bathroom. The moment he left, you looked behind you, curious to know the reason behind his amusement. You heard his footsteps strolling into the bedroom as he opened your closet. "No, she doesn't need it." He said over the phone as he pulled out your Prada bag. "She's clearing out her closet so she's giving it for free." Your head snapped back as he pulled out another one of your beloved designer items. "When do you want it? We ship anytime." He made small humming sounds in agreement as you rushed out of the bathroom. Pulling the phone out of his hands, you brought it to your ear. "Sorry, we're out of business. We don't sell anymore, bye bye." As you rushed to hang up you noticed that his phone had been on the lockscreen instead of being on a call. Realising his tactic, you sheepishly handed him his phone. "Sorry." You said as he hummed in agreement, "Next time I'll really sell them if you do that again." 💭 more under the cut !

"Look at me." Sim Jaeyun whined as you bit back a grin at his irritation. You rolled over to your side as his arms followed your waist, pulling you back to him. You thought the prank wasn't going to work when he started placing kisses all over your neck and face. Surprisingly, you didn't move even though his ticklish kisses usually make you squirm. You turned to grab your phone as a form of distraction as he sighed again. He sat up as you kept your eyes glued to the phone. Pulling your head to his lap, his hands moved to your scalp, massaging your head. His massage made your fingers halt in satisfaction as you relaxed almost instantly. He continued, moving his fingers down your neck where he heard you complain the most about pain. Your eyes closed as the feeling of sleep washed over you, dozing off before you could stop yourself. When your eyes fluttered open, you saw him grinning down at you, his hands gently patting your hair. "Now do I exist?" He asks, waiting for your reply as you shot up from his lap. He pulled you down again and watched you smile up at him. You took his face in your hands and pulled him to your own, locking his lips with yours the way he continuously urged you to after watching the spiderman movie. Pushing his face back up, you watched him lean back down. Shooting up from his lap, you moved out of his reach and said a quick 'Sorry' before running out of the room; the boy following immediately demanding a longer kiss as an apology.

Silence filled the room as Park Sunghoon eyed you irritably. You had been trying to get his reaction to you ignoring him, but it had only been silence. Hours later, when you had gotten sick of being quiet you glanced at him on phone smiling to himself. "Sunghoon." You called, moving over to him and shaking his arm. "Sunghoon." You repeated waiting for his reaction. He looked up comically, turning his head around. "I wonder who's calling me." He hummed, looking down at his phone again. You called his name repetitively with no avail. Finally realising what he was looking for, you sighed and turned his head towards you. "Baby." You said, watching as he grinned, flashing his perfect teeth at you. "That's what I was looking for." "How could you backfire my prank?" You complained bitterly, letting go of his face and laying down on the couch. "That doesn't sound like a sorry." You sighed and muttered a quick apology, glancing up at him to see his reaction. "Don't I deserve more than that?" He asked again, moving to hover over you. He leaned down, hovering his lips over yours before finally pressing them together. When he pulled back, his lips were shiny with the lip gloss you had on as you held back your laughter. You didn't mention it until he gave a suitable apology to backfiring your prank, which meant his money being spent on half the Chanel store.

Finding you seated in your room you didn't look up when he bustled in, excitedly telling you about his idea for the evening which involved the both of you trying the new products he got. "Are you even listening?" Kim Sunoo asked as he shook his hand in front of your face. Noticing your lack of reaction, he smiled to himself, knowing what you were trying to do but pretending to be ignorant. He shook your shoulders a few more times until he picked you up and led you to the bathroom. You relented motionlessly and allowed him to drag you into the room. He set you up on the counter and got out the products he was mentioning before. Opening 4 packets at once, he prepared to mount them unto your face. You hadn't expected him to actually do it, seeing as he cared more about your face than you cared about your own, until he began pressing them onto your face adding moisturizing cream in between the masks like glue. After he was satisfied with his work, he got out some nail polish you left on the counter before you decided to get a manicure at the nail salon instead. He got the others that were in his reach and pressed the brushes together to create an unpleasant colour. The tip of the brush barely reached your finger before you stopped him. He pulled a fake face of irritation, teasing you. "So now you want to talk?" You beamed at his irritation, pulling him into a kiss he quickly reciprocated, forgetting about his anger. You broke the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Do you forgive me now?" You ask, lightly tying his hair into two pigtails so he wouldn't notice. "Fine, but only because you asked nicely." You grinned and jumped off the counter, disappearing into the room, cheekily giggling at his hair. He glanced at the mirror and pulled a face, running to follow you asking for another apology.

He had been watching you get ready, asking you questions you had no reply to, thinking you were just being quiet because you were focused. "Are you hungry?" Yang Jungwon asked as he walked behind you, his hand finding the small of your back, rubbing it gently. You fought the urge to pull a face of sadness and tell him it was a prank, but you fixed your emotions as he stood around waiting for your reply. Quietly, he took one of your hairbrushes and began brushing your hair lightly as you watched from the reflection on the mirror. You stopped applying your makeup and smiled, crumbling at his sweetness. He looked up and smiled back at you, his dimples pressing into his cheeks. "What?" He asked, confused as to why you were smiling. You turned to face him, your hands wrapping around his waist. "You're just so sweet." You squished your cheek against his chest as he reciprocated the action, patting your hair. "So are you, my love." He beamed, "What do you want to eat?" He asked, as you smiled again, the prank failing miserably.

"So this is what you're going to do?" Nishimura Riki asks you as you pretend not to see him, focusing on the dishes you were finishing. You hummed to yourself, pressing more soap from the dispenser. You felt the taller boy shift behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. He stood unmovable for a while, no matter how many times you tried to shake him off. His breath was ticking your neck and collarbone as you tried not to giggle at the feeling, cursing yourself for being so ticklish. You focused on washing the utensils instead, not giving in to the boys' teasing antics. Finding that his breathing wasn't working, he resorted to an even quicker method of tickling your stomach which sent your laughter erupting through your lungs immediately. You struggled out his grasp as you regained your composure, wiping the tears off your face. Before you could say anything, he squished your face, leading your lips into a pout. He pressed his lips onto yours making the loud smacking sound you hated the most. You cringed slightly at his grin then turned your face into a fake pout. "How come it didn't work?" You whined as you turned back to the sink. "Don't question my intellect." He joked, moving over to help you finish up.

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unpretty · 6 months

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:O can you tell us about your How To Do My Job document? I need to make one and I have no idea how to break it down

keep in mind that my advice is very specific to my very specific job, which for many normal people with normal jobs reads like going back in time to an age before computers. it's stupid. so how applicable is this to other people? i don't know.

i have a onenote binder full of notes which i also print out and keep in a physical binder that says HOW TO DO MY JOB. i write everything as if i might wake up tomorrow with amnesia and need to hide this from everyone. my goal is that if i disappear into the woods tomorrow a sufficiently competent person could pick up right where i left off. if they can't find a sufficiently competent person that's a them problem.

step one is to break your job duties down into categories (for example mine are accounts payable, payroll, receipting/reconciliation, general ledger, and The Website)

second, break them down into how often they need to get done

actually wait, opposite of that maybe. i don't know. i don't think the order matters. the categories are for your actual notes/binder, the dates/times are for the breakdowns.

i have a master "to do list" page that i keep on hand that looks like:

Daily:

Check voicemail

Check email for invoices

Check bank accounts for entries for the reconciliation sheet

Check for EFT receipts

Enter deposit slips into the reconciliation sheet

Sort invoices

Enter ready invoices into AP system

Weekly:

Monday: AP (first and third), Payroll (every other), EMS reports

Tuesday: AP Filing, Payroll

Wednesday: Payroll

Thursday: Payroll Filing, Reconciliation

Friday: Building Schedule, Agenda

Monthly:

Print Statements [1st]

Utility Ledger [approx 5th]

etc etc etc very boring whatever i just want to give you an idea of what my list looks like. it includes shit that seems obvious like 'check voicemail' because i will absolutely forget to look at my phone. especially if i'm busy with a specific task that does not involve phones or email. an easy way is to just go through your day and write down every single dumbass thing you do if it's something you have to do regularly.

then in my to-do app i have each item broken down into a summary checklist, even the things that don't seem like they should need a checklist. i'm talking like

Check voicemail:

If the light is red on the phone, hit the voicemail button

The password is XXX#

Write down anyone that needs a call back

To forward a voicemail hit the forward button and then the extension number

Delete anything you don't need ASAP or it will sit there forever

Check email:

Open Thunderbird

Check for urgent emails from department heads requiring a response

Download any invoices and print two copies, one to hold and one to forward to the correct dept head

etc etc etc boring stuff, i didn't do these all at once, i'd pick one at a time to add checklists to while i was doing them because that makes it easier to figure out what the steps are.

THEN in onenote i took those checklists and added even more clarification wherever possible, such as screenshots of software at each stage of the process, copies of different reports and forms with different colored highlights to indicate which reports numbers go where on which forms, etc

for instance on my payroll checklist i might have one item be "check that the first employee is still present", which on my extremely detailed checklist looks like this instead:

so i'm not just explaining what i'm doing, i'm explaining why i'm doing it, and the reasons if applicable. sometimes my reasons are 'you don't actually have to do this is you're not worried about the above'.

or like, that above one about deleting the voicemails, i might have a sub-point of "our phone system is old and busted and the supervisor never deletes his voicemails so it's up to the rest of us to keep storage from filling up". because understanding why you're doing things is important.

shift+win+s to copy screenshots of software and then pasting them into onenote is a lifesaver

the cover of my binder also specifies that there is a more up-to-date resource in onenote on my profile but the chances of anyone at this particular employer being able to use that are nil

#original #boring work stuff

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muchosbesitos · 3 months

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beyond love

pairing: miguel o’hara x lawyer fem reader

contents: reader’s emotionally unavailable lol, matthew murdock’s a warning on his own too, implied cheating (not from reader and miguel), smut in future parts 🥸

synopsis: you’d moved to nueva york after finishing up with law school, getting a job at nelson and murdock. one day, one of alchemax’s employees comes in needing your legal expertise. tension arises with one of the witnesses.

author’s note: ended up changing the name bc i’m super indecisive but sorry this took me so long to get out 😓 i hope y’all enjoy though :) i did take some inspo from tasm for this one

word count: 6.8k

"You're hired."

That was certainly not what you were expecting to hear. You were barely getting out your resume from your briefcase, having gone over the list of internships you'd done throughout law school. you blinked quickly, almost as if you were trying to assure yourself it wasn't just a figment of your imagination.

"Thank you, I promise you won't be disappointed," you finally ended up mustering out upon regaining your composure. You stood up, shaking the man's hand. He'd introduced himself as 'Foggy' before leading you to your office space to get acquainted. "Feel free to do whatever you want to the space, just don't make any holes in the walls," he told you before leaving the space.

You'd spent all day going from firm to firm, going through your extensive list of internships during law school to end up getting rejected towards the end. You'd gotten used to the forced smile that one of the partners gave you, whispering a half-assed 'I'm sorry' or 'we'll call you soon' with a pat on the back. Not that you actually expected a call back by any means.

You'd missed the subway to go back home, your heels not doing you in any justice when it came to trying to catch it. And just as your luck would have it, the next one wouldn't be coming for another hour. You ended up walking down the streets dejectedly, your briefcase barely hovering above ground with every step that you took.

Stepping into Nelson and Murdock was a last resort, if anything, just another rejection you were expecting to get added to the list. t

The space didn't seem all that extravagant, but at least it had somewhat decent reviews when you searched it up. "Hi, welcome to Nelson and Murdock!" You were immediately greeted by the blonde receptionist at the front desk, the name tag in front of her reading 'Karen.'

You quickly learned why you got hired so easily. The firm was essentially running off good luck and pure positivity. The debt accumulated by the light bill, rent, and phone service surpassed that of what the four of you combined earned per month. The cases that you took outside of the one regarding Wilson Fisk and his subsidiaries were solely pro bono.

Though you supposed a decent plus from it was that you were never hungry. The collection of baked goods quickly grew in your apartment, each a little token of appreciation from your clients. Items from banana bread, muffins, and chocolate chips cookies had accumulated in your kitchen counter. Your clients' faces lit up at the prospect of a reduced sentence or winning their case, immediately showering you in thanks.

Maybe it wasn't so bad.

Another pro from the job was that you had somewhat of a social life now. You went from buying dinners for one to enjoy while watching Netflix on a Friday night to going out with your coworkers.

Your social life before stepping foot into Nelson and Murdock was practically nonexistent. The only reason you'd ever bothered to talk to anyone during law school was to have some form of a study group, purely for your own self interest. As much as any of the other students there. You hadn't bothered to keep in contact with any of the other alumni after graduation.

Josie’s had become your spot to get a drink with the trio after work, usually on Friday night to have time to recover from your hangovers. The stickiness of the floors and the overwhelmingly bad taste of the drinks was overridden by the company that you were with. Conversation with Foggy and Karen was easy enough to engage in, jokes flowing between you three throughout the night. Matt was more reserved than the two of them, though he indulged you in a game of pool sometimes.

"All I'm saying is that I would have less stress in my life if I would've become a butcher. Nothing to worry about except for selling sausages and meat," Foggy remarked after the four of you started to talk about the developments in the Fisk case. The man was much more methodical and complicated than you anticipated, one step ahead every single time.

"Every time you retell that story, my interest in it just gets peaked more and more," Matt muttered from the side, taking a sip from his drink.

"Really?"

"Absolutely not."

You took a sip from your own drink, watching the exchange between the two of them with an amused smile on your face. You hadn't even noticed that the conversation had shifted until you had two pairs of eyes facing in your direction. “Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Did you ever think about becoming anything else other than a lawyer? Like I dunno, a butcher?"

You took a couple seconds to think about the question, setting your glass down on the table. You'd entertained the idea of dropping out during your time in law school, maybe pursing something along the lines of starting your own business. Though, it was nothing more than a fleeting thought. Nothing really excited you more than practicing law.

"I did think about it, but not to be a butcher. Something in business, maybe."

Foggy moved on to ask the question to Karen, even going as to question if she would consider a career as a butcher one day. She'd ended up saying yes, for the sake of indulging Foggy in a fantasy where stress wasn't a key part of everybody's life. While the two were talking, you couldn't but notice that Matt was staring into you, almost as if he could see you better than you ever could.

The end of the night approached you quicker than you'd expected, the once socially awkward woman now complaining that the night was ending so early. (it was 1 am) Matt stayed later than the two of them, the two of you sharing drinks and playing a couple rounds of pool before you eventually gave up. "Seriously, how are you so good at that?"

He'd managed to get most of the balls into the holes while the only one you'd managed to get in was due to his assistance. "Just listening to how the balls ricochet, I guess," he shrugged off the win like it was nothing, leaning against the table as he downed the rest of his drink down. The two of you leaned against the pool table in silence, finishing up the rest of your drinks before you headed out for the night.

"Can I walk you home?" You heard from behind you, Matt making his way out of the door. He tapped his cane against the floor, making his way over to you. You nodded, your eyes widening slightly upon realizing your mistake. Matt didn't seem too offended by it, letting out a small chuckle as he held onto your arm. "You just nodded, huh?" He ended up asking, the two of you walking down the street.

"Yeah, sorry about that," you responded, enjoying the silence of the night for once. The streets of Nueva York had seemed to calm down with the two vigilantes in the streets, Daredevil and Spider-Man. While their actions weren’t exactly legal, you'd heard of the police divulging details with one of the two to get help with an investigation. Overall, thefts and petty robberies had gone down dramatically.

You and Matt walked to your apartment in silence, though it wasn't uncomfortable by any means. You always found Matt to have somewhat of a relaxing presence, from the way that his words poured out like melting honey to the way he calmly carried himself around. You did notice however, that despite him grabbing onto your arm, it seemed like he was leading you more than you were guiding him.

"Thank you," you spoke up once the two of you approached your apartment, stepping away from Matt. You walked up the stairs, digging through your pockets to find your keys. It always did seem that the moments where you needed them the most, they seemed to just vanish. Eventually, you'd managed to dig them out after practically stripping your pockets from its belongings.

Before you had the chance to step inside, matt cleared his throat to capture your attention. "Would you like to go out with me? I know this great place," he asked, your movements on the door knob coming to a halt. You'd heard of how much Matt got around, from the trip he took to Los Angeles that ended him up with Jen Walters to the nurse that he ended up seducing. You didn't mean to overhear, it's just that the walls at the firm were relatively thin.

"I'm sorry, I just don't think I should in the position that we're in. With you being my boss and all," you responded after a couple seconds, listening to the faint sigh that Matt let out.

"If it makes for a convincing argument, I promise that I won't let our situation affect what we have going on at work. Those are two completely different things and I'm capable of treating them as such."

Well, yes, you knew that he was capable of hooking up with a co-worker and pretending like it never happened the next day.

But.. you weren't so sure about yourself.

"Just take a couple days to think about it and get back to me, okay?" He ended up speaking up after a couple seconds of your silence, departing your apartment.

Your thoughts kept going back to the offer every single time you had a spare second to yourself. And even with that, the answer wasn't making itself any clearer. You had a duty to yourself to make the best out of your law degree and you liked this job too much to give it up for a cheap thrill. But yet, you still couldn't help but wonder about what it would actually be like to go out with him.

After what seemed to be a week of deliberation, you agreed to go on a date with Matt. A test run, of sorts. Nothing that would end up horribly if it didn't work out well. And well, you had to admit that the place he picked out did have some pretty good food. Conversation with him was a bit awkward, given that the two of you hadn't had a reason to talk to each other outside of work but you found it somewhat fun getting to know him.

"Wait so you learned Spanish in college?" You followed up after he shared his experiences in Columbia, how the whole Murdock and Nelson firm came into fruition.

"I did, it wasn't that hard to learn. It serves me now since some of the people in the community speak mainly Spanish. Often overlooked in the legal system so I try to facilitate that."

"So, could you say something in Spanish now?"

"You know, I kinda tend to hate that question since all the Spanish vocabulary from my head just disappears. Give me a couple seconds to think about something."

You were about to tell Matt to forget it after he divulged into thought for a couple seconds, a bit guilty for putting him on the spot like that. Before you had the chance to speak, he broke the silence first.

"You have a face como un burro."

Your eyes widened slightly upon hearing his pronunciation, the accent coming out relatively well given the situation. He'd even managed to roll his r's when he spoke.

"Uh.. do you mind explaining what that last part means?"

"You have the face of an angel."

You knew that he couldn't see your face, but somehow that made the compliment all that much better. The fact that he thought you were pretty just by the way you acted and the way you talked was enough to get you flustered. Though, a small doubt planted inside your head that maybe it wasn't the true meaning of the phrase. You'd have to look it up at a later time if you remembered.

The date continued smoothly, and eventually, the one date turned into multiple dates. Well, whenever the two of you had the time. It was one of the easier parts of dating a fellow lawyer, that he understood the conflicting work schedules imposed upon you. And while conversations with him began to flow easier the more that you got to him and you grew to enjoy his company with each passing date, you still couldn't help but feel as if something was off.

Your relationship with Matt was.. complicated to say the least. The countless dates that he took you to didn't seem to matter when it came to commitment. He called you his girlfriend in private, whispering sweet nothings and calling you names such as 'darling' and 'love' yet the two of you didn't do much apart from eat together and have sex. He acted like a coworker in public, keeping you at an arm's distance. Never once acknowledging you as something other than your last name.

And yet, every time that you wanted to leave the situation you were in, he managed to pull you right back in his grasp with that stupid smile of his. Whispering empty promises as he slid inside you, promises that would long be forgotten by the time morning rolled around. Promises that kept you sticking around until you doubted him again, repeating the cycle once more.

"Hi," a timid voice from behind you broke you out of your thoughts, making you immediately turn around to face them. You'd gotten distracted thinking about your relationship status with Matt again. The thought of leaving started to implant itself in your head. He'd been making excuses for missing dates, leaving you to try to rationalize his absences. The first thing that you noticed about the man was that he was covered head to toe in bandages, obviously in your office for a personal injury case.

"Hi, sorry about that. Welcome to Nelson and Murdock, can I get you something to drink?" You snapped back into it, making a beeline for the coffee machine. "Just a glass of water, please," the man spoke up, his tone making it seem like it was an inconvenience.

You handed the cup of water over to him with a small smile, hoping to help him get more at ease with the situation. You beckoned him to sit down, taking your notepad out of your desk to begin writing down the details that he would share. The more that you listened to the man's story, Max, the more that your bewilderment grew. Electric eels? No wonder the man was covered up the way he was.

"So you fell into a tub of electric eels while you were working overtime?" You asked after he finished speaking, wanting to make sure you'd gotten the details right. You set down your pen, leaning a bit forward on the desk. "Yes, that's exactly what happened. I’m seeking out your services because I got fired right after the incident and I want to regain my position at the company."

Ah, they'd fired him to avoid a personal injury case. Which was exactly what you were going to convince Max to file.

"You know that you can get some type of compensation for what happened? Given that you got injured in a work space. I can help you get your job back but I believe that you're deserving of much more than that and I can be the one to help you throughout that path."

After a bit of convincing from your part, you'd managed to get Max to agree to the conditions that you were setting in place. You'd managed to get the paperwork rolling to get the lawsuit filed before he left, leaving you only to go to Alchemax and try to get some testimonies. You did a bit of research on the subject, distracting yourself from the thought that Matt hadn't bothered to step foot in his office all day. not even a call to let you know he hadn't died or something.

You weren't sure what you were expecting upon meeting the CEO of Alchemax, Miguel O'Hara. The photo that he had up on the website was a portrait of him with an unamused expression on his face, his brows furrowed as if he were willing for the camera to click faster. The very same expression that he was currently giving you right now. "Hi, I'm the attorney for Max's case. I was wondering if i could get your testimony."

The only sign of acknowledgment that you got from him was a grunt before he turned over to look at Max, his expression softening a bit. An expression that you would've missed had you not been conditioned to look out for every minor detail. "Can I talk to you really quick?" Miguel asked, unwilling to acknowledge that you were still in the room before he walked into a conference room behind him with Max.

You leaned your ear to the door, trying your best to listen in on the conversation. It had been a harder task than you'd expected, a couple employees shooting you dirty looks upon seeing you against the door. You could make out a couple sentences in between their hushed whispers, your brows knitting immediately as you heard the exchange.

“I'm saying is that I don't think she's a good fit for this lawsuit. She looks inexperienced. You know I could get my lawyer for you if you wanted, Max."

"You know I respect your opinion and all, Miguel, I really do. But isn't your lawyer mostly just based on family law?"

"Well yes, but I'm sure he has some lawyer at his firm designated towards personal injury lawsuits."

You stepped away from the door, dusting off your clothes as you let out a scoff to yourself. How dare he. How dare he make those comments without even bothering to have a full conversation with you? The most he'd given you was a glimpse, if you could even count the three seconds he looked in your direction as that. The two men in question departed the room and the first you noticed was the scowl that adorned miguel's features.

"How long have you been practicing personal injury cases exactly?" Niguel's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, like he was the one you needed to convince rather than Max. While your experience as a lawyer was mostly based around criminal law, you weren't about to divulge that information with Miguel. Not when he already doubted your abilities.

"I practice mostly in criminal law now, but I have some experience with those types of cases after completing a internship during law school," you responded, trying to maintain some semblance of your composure. You could tell that max greatly valued the opinion of his superior, if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. You had to impress him if you wanted to impress Max.

Miguel's eyes slightly narrowed at the statement but he decided not to question you further, having asked what law school you went to prior to that. "I'll see you later when you take my testimony?" He asked, to which you nodded. He departed the space, leaving you alone with Max. You guided him inside the conference room that he'd been with Miguel a couple seconds back, deciding to host your questioning inside.

You'd gotten the gist of what the lawsuit was concerning from Max when he first came in, but you wanted to make sure you had every detail on paper. From what time he'd clocked in to what time he'd clocked out, what he'd worn to work, small details that would normally be overlooked at first glance. You turned on the small recorder that you brought along, setting in the middle of the table so it would pick up every word spoken.

"So you came in at 5 am and left at 8 pm?"

"I did, yes."

"Were those overtime hours voluntary or were they placed upon you?"

"The boss of the division told me I had to stay behind to work on it when I was getting ready to leave. I was planning on going out and buying myself a birthday cake that day."

You couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for Max, your brows furrowing as you wrote down what he was telling you. You shut the recorder off, having collected most of the information that you were looking for. "For what it's worth, happy late birthday Max," you spoke up once you were finished writing, a surprised look on his face as the words registered. Almost as if it was the first time that someone had ever said those words to him.

"Thank you, no one really bothered to remember," he responded, sounding less timid than when he'd first stepped foot into your 'office.' While at first you were simply viewing him as a client, a means to build your expertise, you couldn't help but feel upset the more you talked to him. He'd come into your office, simply looking to get back into the job that had done him wrong. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, overlooked by everyone in his life.

"Alright. I'll make sure to keep you updated on any developments in the case and when a court date has been established. The company's mostly likely gonna want to settle so it's up to you if you want to accept the compensation that they offer. My advice would be not to, at least not on the first offer," you spoke up, standing up after you were finished. You handed your card over to Max, helping him out of the building.

It was only after Max had left that you made your way up the stairs, looking for Miguel's office. You browsed through the different rooms, his being the furthest one in the hall. The biggest one. Of course. You knocked on the door, waiting for some type of answer. You looked through the window, noticing that all the lights had mostly been dimmed down. You weren't expecting anyone to actually open the door, collecting your stuff to attempt to come back at a later time.

"Can I help you with something?" You heard before you had the chance to get too far, Miguel standing in front of the door. you saw the look of exhaustion on his features, the darkness around him almost emphasizing it. "I was wondering if i could get your statement now but I can come back at a later time if you want."

Miguel didn't say anything, walking back into the room once you'd finished speaking. He had left the door open, though. You took that as a silent invitation, stepping inside the space and closing the door behind you. The sunlight peeking in through the windows helped illuminate your way over to the desk he was sitting at. "I'll take care of a phone call and I'll be back to answer whatever questions you have, attorney."

The statement that Miguel had given you was strangely detailed, every detail regarding the scene memorized. you couldn't help but notice he seemed to mutter out every sentence he spoke, barely making an attempt to open his mouth. The only times he'd spoken clearly were when he had his back to you and even then, he seemed to speak with a bit of a lisp.

"So I'm not saying you have to alter this right away, but you're gonna have to speak up louder in court if you want them to hear you." you spoke up after he finished answering one of your questions, making sure to approach the subject with caution. You didn't know if he would be sensitive towards it.

Even through the darkness of the room, you couldn't miss the glare that he gave you even if you tried. Yup, clearly sensitive. "I can't speak any louder if I tried. I'll try to keep it in mind though," he made more of an effort to make himself sound louder, though not by much. But at least he was willing to take your advice into consideration. You made a mental note to talk to the judge about adjusting his microphone volume.

"¡Papi!" A small girl approached miguel, her arms reaching up to where he was sitting. Miguel was the most vulnerable that you've ever seen him, his angry resolve melting into pure butter at the sight of the little girl standing in front of him. "Hola mija, how was school?" He asked, the two of them getting into a conversation about how her recent math quiz had gone. It was nice seeing the two of them interact, the way he followed up to every statement that she made.

"You don't mind if my daughter stays here during the interview, right?" Miguel asked, clearing his throat as he looked up at you. And just as soon as his resolve melted, it came back. "No, I don't mind since she's not testifying," you responded, watching as Miguel reached into one of his cabinets upon hearing your response. He took out a board game, Operation. he handed it over to the girl, her eyes almost seeming to shine in the darkness enveloping the three of you.

"Gracias papá," Gabriella told him upon receiving the game, skipping over to a lab table to play by herself. You jumped back into the questions after making sure that Miguel was ready, his demeanor seeming less hostile as compared to earlier. He responded to your questions with much more precision, adding in as many details as possible. You could tell just by the way he was fidgeting around that he was anxious to be home with his kid. You wrapped up the process pretty quickly, making swift movements to clear the desk from your belongings.

"Miss Lawyer Lady? Do you wanna play with me? It's just.. my mom doesn't really play games with me anymore," Gabriella spoke up before you had the chance to leave. You walked over to the table she was sitting at, putting your briefcase down. "Gabriella, I'm sure 'Miss Lawyer Lady' has things she needs to do. I'll play with you," Miguel told her, making the little girl turn to look at you with puppy eyes.

And you did have things to get done.

You had to review the evidence you'd collected today. Go through the different voice recordings to make your own recollection of events. Go through countless hours of security footage.

And yet, you found yourself agreeing to play a game of Operation with her. You convinced yourself that you were staying solely because those puppy eyes made you weak. You'd been planning on taking it easy on her but the thing is, she was much more talented than you at the game. While you were making the game buzz time after time again, she took out the items with ease.

"Makes sense why you decided to be a lawyer instead of a surgeon," Gabriella teased you after you messed up on the heart. You reluctantly handed the tweezers over to her, letting out a small chuckle as she struggled with the same section. "Think she might've killed your patient by now, Gabi," you hadn't heard Miguel come by and suddenly, he was standing next to you. "Fine, then you try it big guy," you challenged, handing him the tweezers when it was your turn again.

You almost wished you hadn't bothered to tease him. Despite the size of his hands, he was able to maneuver the tweezers in a way that guaranteed the piece wouldn't touch the board at all. All you could do was swallow your words when you looked over at the stupid smirk directed your way. But at least the scowl was better than the scowl he seemed to have reserved towards you.

“Hey, what does ‘cara de burro mean?’” You asked after a couple seconds, the sentence making itself back into your head. You’d meant to search up the meaning of it months ago but you seemed to forget every time you actually got close to a computer. “donkey face,” Gabriella answered, keeping her attention on the board in the middle of the table. You looked over at miguel for some kind of a reaffirmation, being met with a nod.

Oh, that shocking bastard.

You looked down at your phone upon hearing a buzz, your face immediately forming into a frown once you read the contents of the text. Another cancelled date. Three times these past two weeks alone. you looked up to see Gabriella looking curiously at you, waiting for you to divulge who and what the text was about.

"Just some guy I'm seeing. Cancelled our date again."

"Why don't you dump him already if he's done it more than twice?"

Because you still held out some hope that maybe, by some miracle above, he'd start to put in the effort that you needed so desperately. "It's more complicated than that, he's good when he wants to be," you weren't sure why exactly you felt the need to rationalize Matt’s actions to a eight year old but here you were.

"Just seems like he doesn't know what he has. You're very pretty, Ms. Lawyer Lady. Even though you suck at Operation, you're still pretty smart."

You couldn't help but smile at her words, going back to messing up your round of Operation. Hearing her say that was almost reassuring in a way, that maybe you did deserve more than what Matthew had been giving towards you. You could've sworn you felt Miguel's eyes almost boring into you for a couple seconds, though he had his attention on Gabriella when you turned to look at him.

The three of you spent about an hour playing Operation before Gabriella had to get ready for her soccer practice, leaving you wandering the streets of Nueva York. While Matt had cancelled on your date with him, you figured that maybe it wouldn't hurt to take the date over to him. You stopped by his favorite spot to get noodles from, getting a dinner for two before heading over to his apartment.

The sight in front of you made you regret even spending one more penny on what he wanted.

What awaited you in Matt’s apartment was a sight that you weren't expecting. He was sprawled out on the couch, bruises and cuts adorning his body like a second skin while a black haired woman worked on rubbing some alcohol into the deep marks. Wearing one of his button down shirts. With nothing underneath.

"What are you doing here?" Matt’s voice broke you out of your frozen state of shock, your grip on the takeout bag tightening so you wouldn't drop it. "I came here because I thought that we could share a dinner but clearly I was mistaken," you couldn't hide the bitterness out of your voice as you spoke. You were trying not to yell, knowing how sensitive he already was towards everyday sounds.

"It's not what it loo-"

"No. I don't care what you think this looks like. Because what it looks like to me is that you've been disregarding my texts and my calls to be out with this woman. That you've been cancelling out on our dates but you have no problem making time for her."

Matt and the woman remained quiet, almost as if they both knew that they wouldn't be able to come back with a rebuttal to that. "I can't believe I took time to beg you for a relationship," you finally muttered as you made your way out the door. You stopped by the steps, almost as if you were waiting for the woman and Matt to follow. For matt to beg you to come back to his apartment while the woman left in shame.

Unfortunately, you only stood there like a fool for two minutes. the door remained closed, their hushed whispers bleeding out through the walls. You made your way down the stairs, maintaining the last bit of your pride as you headed back home. The only thing you had to console yourself with was the noodles in your hand, though they were cold by the time you'd gotten home. You'd ended up eating your dinner alone, playing one of the videos of Gabriella playing soccer that Miguel so generously sent over.

Matthew hadn't been lying when he said that he was able to act like nothing happened between the two of you. The next day he was back to handing you case files and asking what you wanted for lunch like the event didn't happen. And normally, you'd appreciate the gesture. But now, all you could feel was infuriated. How much time you begged him to give a relationship with you a chance only to end up crying into your pillow the next day. And now, he acted like it was a glitch.

Like you were nothing more than another average employee.

You were able to act as nothing more than an average employee after taking a couple days to let yourself mourn the loss of your relationship. The evidence that you collected towards Alchemax was overwhelming, almost assuring you a 100% chance of winning the case. You'd made sure to talk to the judge about adjusting the microphone settings and turning off some of the lights to make things comfortable for your witnesses. Well, one specifically.

You could tell that Miguel appreciated those little details, his shoulders becoming less tense when he set foot onto the stand. He made an attempt to try to speak louder into the microphone, even if he was still trying to cover up his teeth. You appreciated the effort that he put into it, making sure to let him know that he'd done a good job. "Just focus on winning the case," he muttered after you were done, but you could've sworn you saw a hint of a smile on his way out.

Or maybe you were just delusional and you were looking for little signs that weren't there.

The countless hours of overtime that you spent reviewing past cases regarding this section of the law, working out drafts of the prosecution that you wanted to present, had come to fruition in the work. Max received a hefty amount upon the jury's decision, the verdict stating that the company was fully responsible in the damages that were caused to him. In turn, the company also took him back and made sure to sign on an agreement where they swore to make their work area more secure.

Overall, a win-win scenario.

"Congratulations. I suppose you're not completely incompetent," Miguel remarked upon seeing you walk in the restaurant, his arms folded across his chest. You planned on taking that as a compliment being that it was the only semblance of praise that he'd given you so far. "That might be the nicest thing you've said to me all day," you remarked, making your way to the table where Max was waiting for the two of you.

He invited the two of you out to drinks after news of the verdict got out, seeming like he needed ideas on how to spend the money he'd gotten. To which you graciously accepted.

"Thank you. For the time that you put into my case, I know how busy you lawyers tend to get," Max told you after greeting you, his gratitude towards you evident. No matter how many times you'd get praised by your clients, you'd never quite be able to get used to the way they spoke to you. They spoke to you like you were a hero, expressing their thanks time after time again.

Max and Miguel got into a conversation about one of the experiments that they were working on, the two of them including you into the conversation whenever you had a question to ask. You appreciated that the two of them tried to include you despite your limited knowledge in the science field. "No, the variable needs to be in a 90 degree room to be able to thrive properly. Otherwise, we just have to go out and scrap the experiment," Max explained to one of your questions, expressing how crucial that aspect was.

While it wasn't exactly riveting to hear the two of them explain the differences of DNA and RNA, you still found yourself having a pleasant time by the end of the night. "Sorry guys, I have to get going. But thank you for coming out tonight and for winning my case," Max dismissed himself around 8:30, giving the two of you a handshake before departing the restaurant. Despite the fact Max had offered the drinks, you and Miguel still chipped in for your individual drinks.

"Y'know, I tried to act cordial around you and treat you as respectful as possible, but you still don't like me. I’m curious as to why," the alcohol in your system loosening up your tongue, the words escaping from your mouth before you even got the chance to think about them twice. Your eyes widened as you looked over at Miguel, expecting him to just leave the money on the table and leave.

Rather, he seemed somewhat amused by the situation. Well, as amused as you'd ever see him be. "I don't like you because you're one of the most unpredictable women i've met. You just make me nervous. And frankly, it’s attractive in a way," he finally spoke up after a while, taking his own drink in hand. You blinked slowly, hoping that with a couple more seconds, you'd be able to register what he'd just said to you.

He continued to speak after your silence, taking advantage of the situation. "Sorry if I'm overstepping any boundaries here, but I feel as though there's some tension between us. I was wondering if you wanted to explore that."

Always the geek, even when he was trying to lure you into his bedroom.

"I'm not exactly looking for anything serious right now."

Your battered heart wouldn't be able to take being treated the same way Matt did to you again. Not even one more single time. You were determined to avoid getting put in that situation even if it meant you were missing out on opportunities.

"I'm aware. But I’m not looking for anything serious either, just something for the night."

Out of all the things that came out of his mouth tonight, that certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

Well, now or ever.

But.. you also couldn't deny it to yourself that you felt some of that tension that he'd been mentioning. Even if the two of you could barely be in a room together most of the time, he was still infuriatingly attractive. especially in the stupid button down he'd chosen to wear, his arms practically bulging out the sleeves when he rolled them up to his elbows. The pants he had on didn't help the situation either, the material accentuating his thighs and his slutty waist.

You wouldn't have figured as much. you would've imagined him seeking out a serious relationship, someone that would be able to properly take on the mantle of being Gabriella’s stepmom. But, in a weird way, you supposed that it also made sense. He and Gabriella both had their own sets of issues after his wife left the two of them behind, both of them wanting that sort of connection without actually putting themselves at risk of getting hurt.

You looked down at your phone when you felt it vibrate, seeing Matt’s name pop up on the screen. as much as you wanted to disregard his call, you figured that it probably wouldn't be the best thing to do. He was still your boss after all. This could be a call related to something about the Fisk case.

"Hey, what's up?" You tried to mask your reluctance as you spoke, though Matt almost seemed to notice it every time that it happened.

He didn't seem to care this time, jumping straight into the case of this phone call.

"I'm calling to see if you want to come over, darling. I mean, breakup sex has to be up on the list for top experiences."

You couldn't help the groan that escaped from your lips upon hearing the request, almost laughing at the audacity that he presented. Though, you figured he would've called an asylum had you started laughing now. He's still your boss. He's still your boss. He's still your boss.

"No, I'm not interesting in hooking up with you. I didn't think I had to tell you but I don't want you calling this number unless you have something related to our job. Goodnight."

You didn't give Matt a chance to respond, putting your phone away in your purse. You were busy mulling over Miguel's words, gulping down the last of your drink. You tried to think of any negatives that sleeping with him would have, but you eventually came up with nothing. You wouldn't have any obligation to see him if this all went south and the two of you agreed beforehand that this was something casual.

So, there was really only one thing for you to do now.

"Sure, let's go back to your place."

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heartsgettingwiser62 · 1 year

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Ok so I think I may be losing my mind over some plastic wrap lmao

But PLEASE look at this and tell me I'm not crazy and this is actually weird:

Karen I'm begging you to explain to me why the fuck do you have 2 plastic wrap packages from different brands UPSIDE DOWN in your kitchen cabinet. PLS.

Is it just me?? Is this completely normal and I'm losing my mind over nothing??? I mean probably but WHY ARE THEY THE ONLY THING THAT'S UPSIDE DOWN AND PLUS THEY'RE COMPLETELY LEGIBLE

So since I've spent the last 3 hours looking at fucking plastic wrap let me share some thoughts:

First of all, to structure this mess in some way, let's look at the dates. First, at the Reynolds Wrap invention date. Bc PLS LOOK AT THIS

Oh. Looks like it was created in 1947. Do you guys wanna know who was also born in 1947??

I. Uh. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.

"It could be a coincidence" Dude I KNOW I'm just doing this bc I've spent hours researching about plastic wrap and I NEED to tell someone ok y'all are my therapists ksjdalkj

Now the Glad Wrap was founded in 1963, and some pages say that Kali was born in 1963, others in 1964, and others that in s2 she's 16/17 so there's no way she was born back then; so idk about this date.

Now let's go with the ads, starting with Glad Wrap bc it's by far the most interesting one.

I've seen multiple commercials but none of them seemed to have anything meaningful EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE WHICH IS MAKING ME ABSOLUTELY LOSE MY MIND:

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Am I crazy. Do I seriously need to sleep. Or does that look an awful lot like Karen Wheeler??? Especially here in s4????

I mean, the hairstyle and the blond hair, but much more importantly, the outfit.

Like?????? I mean I get that it's 80's white wealthy woman fashion, fine, but that's a whole load of coincidences???

Now for the rest of the ad, the plastic wrap thingy that attacks the woman is pretty interesting, as well as the clock in the background for Vecna reasons. Regarding similarities with the Wheeler's kitchen, I could only catch due to the low quality the bowl with apples and the phone on the wall (you can't see it on the screenshot but there's a phone behind Mike). I couldn't really find anything about the strawberries, but if y'all know something pls tell me

As a bonus, the ad is from 1987, which as far as I know is when everyone guesses s5 is gonna take place in

Now there's no much to see in the Reynolds Wrap ads, except maybe this one:

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(Ignore the yt bar lmao) Although not as much as the previous one, the woman's outfit in that frame does remind me of this Karen s4 look, the same look she has on that scene the damn plastic wrap came from.

Ik this is all probably meaningless, buuuut do you guys want more meaningless shit??

Let's go back to the Glad Wrap ad. The slogan for that specific ad is "Don't get mad. Get glad." Welp, Vecna's a fan of this last word bc out of 9 times it's said in s5, 4 are said by him.

Let's take a quick look at the most interesting time he says that word. We're in Vecna's monologue in chp 7, and in the same scene just some minutes before, he says this:

"I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend. And I realized, I didn't have to."

Let's remember the slogan: "Don't get mad. Get glad."

Then, a couple minutes later, in the same scene:

"And soon, others were born. You were born. And I am so glad you were, Eleven. So very glad."

Now literally two seconds before this last line, this shot was happening:

And. Um. Do you. Do you guys know what's used for tattoos. Um.

Plastic wrap???

Do y'all get why I said I've a hundred percent lost my mind sjdfisdjfil

Ok so. That was it. Anyways I couldn't find anything else important about the rest of items in the kitchen shelve. If y'all have a better explanation as to WHY TF are those plastic wrap packages upside down and perfectly legible, PLS TELL ME. This said, goodbye

#giving a kiss on the forehead to everyone who read this whole thing muac muac ily #dude i was making an actual interesting post till i noticed the fucking plastic wrap and now i can't even remember what i was doing lol #byler #<<<target audience #stranger things theory #stranger things #henry creel #vecna #martin brenner #stranger things analysis #stranger things set design #set design #mike wheeler #karen wheeler #henry creel theory #karen wheeler theory #001

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kriscommitscrimes · 26 days

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this is genuinely the most insane rant ive ever concocted

[ID 1: A screenshot that reads; 'I'm on board with people who say Kris is A knight, not THE knight. Making them THE knight just seems way too easy to me if that makes sense? It really doesn't make sense to me why Toby would take that direction. I don't really thing they're the Roaring Knight either, I think that's probably someone else. Kris seems to have opened that specific fountain for a reason. They probably slashed Toriel's tyres to stop her from leaving the house, and they leave the door open. Toriel phoned Undyne before this, they seem to want to encourage her to enter the house. If you go to the police office and talk to Undyne, you have the option to talk to Undyne about the Dark World, and after choosing that, Kris seems to explain it to her in full detail. They seem to trust her. I think they're actually trying to show both of them the Dark World, whether it's to show them that there's something wrong with them, being the whole. possession thing, or something else, I dunno, but those details just stand out to me. Sorry for the rant, I just think Knight theories are really fun as long as they're not making Kris out to be. evil I really don't think that kid is evil sorry'. End ID]

[ID 2: A screenshot that reads; 'ANOTHER THING TO ADD Kris doesn't even really have the intentions that the Knight seemingly does. They just seem to be taking extreme measures. Why would they want to start the Roaring? There's literally no reason why they would WANT to do that, based on character analysis and such. We do get a lot of insight into their character during the first too chapters. Kris seems to me like they're just a weird kid who's a bit mean (like they're particularly mean to Noelle, they pull a LOT of pranks and stuff on her, and they even force her to share a certain healing item with them, but it's not malicious behaviour, it's just friendly banter, Noelle seems looks back on it all fondly), but they don't seem like the kind of person to want to end the world, it just seems to me like they're easily annoyed. Kris is dramatic, they're flirty, they actually seem like they actively enjoy attention. They're probably just causing a scene, Toby has already stated that Chapter Three is sort of just a filler chapter in one of the newsletters (sorry I can't remember for the life of me which one, if someone wants the source I'll go routing). I REALLY doubt Kris knew they could open a fountain until Chapter 2 when Queen explained it. Them opening a fountain and their Dark World appearance just really aren't a good enough analysis when you route a little deeper. Sorry about this again, obviously more of Kris' personality could be revealed as time goes on, this is just what I've pieced together as a Professional Kris Analyser™'. End ID]

[ID 3: A screenshot that reads; 'If anyone brings up Snowgrave to battle my Kris isn't malicious statement I'll just add that Ralsei states that they look DISTRAUGHT when he meets up up with them again, and Noelle mentions that the voice coming from them when being asked to proceed doesn't sound like them in a literal sense. They have no control there, I'd say the player has more control over them during that route. Noelle doesn't mention anything about Kris adding any extra off screen dialogue when you choose any of the dialogue that progresses Snowgrave, they just state what you selected. Kris normally elongates options and interacts with characters under their own vices, we just can't SEE them doing it. But that doesn't happen during Snowgrave. I really don't get people saying that they're the main player in Snowgrave. You could argue that they didn't bother to do anything, but again, Ralsei says that they look really upset over it'. End ID]

#long post #robinrambles #kris dreemurr #kris deltarune #kris #deltarune #utdr #safeutdr #it was my birthday on the 9th by the way!!!! :D

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can you imagine something for the 8, 9, 10, 11, 13, 22, 25, 30 and 32 for evan please ?

8. who's more likely to cry about a plant dying?

Y/n had been at the office for about an hour. And in that time he Evan was able to get some annotations done on his scripts before his phone started to buzz.

He rubbed his eyes before picking it up and seeing that it was her FaceTiming him. He sat back in his chair and swiftly swiped to answer.

"Whats up?" he immediately said out of habit.

Evan furrowed his brows as his eyes adjusted to what was on the screen. A dead cactus. He opened his mouth to question her but stopped mid sentence when he heard her loud sniffles.

"Y/n?" It took her a second to flip the screen and reveal her tear stained face. Her eyes were puffy and her cheeks red. "What happened?" he tilted his head to the side as he watched her cover her face with her hand.

"I killed him" she cried out. "The cactus we bought at the farmers market last weekend!" she added.

"Ohh" he nodded. "...Don't worry about it. We can get a new one and you can do more research on how to keep it alive and healthy."

"If I can't keep a cactus alive how do you think we can get a dog now?" she whined making him scoff.

"Because a dog is alive!"

"Plants are alive too, Evan.... like, what?!" she cried.

"You know what I mean!" he shouts playfully causing y/n to giggle and shake her head.

"Poor cactus." she mourns.

9. which of the two is more outspoken?

Y/n cowers back as the man cuts in front of her which she excuses as an annoying accident. He probably did it unintentionally she thinks. She steps back quietly while she waits in the long line holding her basket of heavy groceries.

She doesn't want to make a scene so she holds her tongue and rolls her eyes in annoyance. She looks around for her boyfriend of a week and shrugs noticing that he is still somewhere grabbing the extra items they decided that they needed last minuet.

"Hey man, she was standing there for like ten minuets." Evan says from behind her, causing her to freeze not realizing he saw the whole thing. He grabs her basket from her and places the items he had gotten into it.

The man turns around and throws his arms up in defense, "Sorry." he says before walking behind them. "Didn't see you." he says defensively.

"You're fine." she smiles.

"It's okay, he only has one thing." she says pulling on his sleeve as Evan nod's once at the man and guides her forward once the line moved forward.

"More of a reason for him to let you go first. Even if you weren't here waiting before him."

10. which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen.

He comes home from a long and exhausting meeting with the production team he has been apart of for years.

He knows that everyone knows that he is exhausted of dark and mentally draining roles but sometimes you have to give the people what they want. And this meeting was about starting a new role. One that he was terrified to play. But, he agreed.

His shoulders drop once he sees her laying in the bed with a book in her hand and the lamp on. He stand in the middle of their shared bedroom and runs his hands over his face and into his hair acting her attention.

"Wow you're home! You were gone for so long. How did it go?" she questions laying down the book on the bedside table.

"I-" his voice cracks as he sits on the edge of the bed and shakes his head.

Y/n crawls towards him and smoothes her hand against his back before letting him fall into her warm embrace. "Tell me." she encourages. "I'm all ears."

"I don't now if I can do this. I'm scared."

"You can do anything." She whispered against his ear.

Evan rubs his face against her neck which caused her to shiver slightly against his warm skin. He grasps her tighter and she kisses the top of his head.

Evan shakes his head and sighs deeply.

"Start from the beginning, hmm?"

11. whose the most eager to have kids?

I think it will take them a while to have children. They will be happy with a dog for a while until ultimately they decide it's time.

13. who's an open book and who'd which one is more reserved?

She was a bit more intoxicated than he was and he couldn't help but chuckle as she flopped her head onto his lap. Y/n looked up at him as he looked down at her laying on the couch.

"You know, you can tell me stuff." she suddenly blurted out as he traced his thumb against her cheek.

"I do?" he tilted his head sideways, his hair kissing the soft skin of her face as he bent down and kissed her forehead.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm pulling t- teeth." she hiccuped.

Evan's eyes narrowed and she ran her fingers in his hair, pushing it out of his face so she could look into his eyes. "Not in a bad way." she said warmly.

"I'll work on being more open." he said lowly, lifting his arms out above the two of them.

"You promise?" she whispered while looking up at him through her lashes.

"Baby, I promise." he slurred.

25. Which of the two is more likely to take care of the other’s elderly parents?

Y/n gets the guest bedroom ready for his parents before they arrive tomorrow. His mother was feeling run down and Evan just wanted his parents close by, especially during the cold months.

So, the couple decided that his parents should come visit for a few months and even longer if they wanted to. She had bought new sheets, and deep cleaned the bedroom so they would feel comfortable and at home. Y/n got the whole home ready and cleaned. She wanted each room to be cheerful and cozy.

She spent the whole week getting ready for their arrival while Evan was busy with filming and he couldn't be more grateful for her. He felt so lucky that his parents were so loved by her.

"Y/n?" Evan called from somewhere in the house.

"In heerre!" she shouted cheerfully.

She heard his footsteps jog towards the room as she fluffed up the pillows on the bed. She was nearly done and all she had to do was shower before getting ready to make them a home cooked meal because she knew they would be starving from all of the traveling.

"I'm about to head out." he said walking towards her.

Y/n smiled up at him, resting her hand on her hips as she watched him cross the room, biting his lip as he watched her. She lifted her head up to look at him while he snaked his arms around her waist and rest his forehead against hers.

"Thank you for doing so much for them... for us." he said nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck as she placed her hands on the back of his neck to keep him close.

"Of course. I'd do anything for them. For you... For us." she whispered as she felt his lips trail against her warm skin.

Evan placed small wet kisses from her shoulder blade and up her neck making her eyes close in satisfaction. He hummed against her skin causing her to grip the back of his sweater as he moved his lips from her neck and onto her lips. He held her cheeks in his large palms and pulled her closer to him as his lips moved against her's in a rhythm they knew all too well.

"I'll see you later." he said in between kisses.

30. Who sugarcoats and who shoots it straight?

"'Oof-"

"Shit, are you okay?" Evan says quickly, skating towards y/n. He comes to a halt and lifts her up carefully and skates her towards the edge of the ice vault.

"Ow!" she winces as he holds her face in his hands, inspecting her nose that is now bloody. He looks down at the ice and sees her blood stained against it making him wince as he hold her in his arms.

"C'mon lets keep going. It's all good." she urges.

"Babe, your nose is gushing." he tries to stop her.

"But it's not broken!" she says cheerfully and tries to skate away from him again.

"No, no. We don't know that! we're going to the ER." he says.

"So dramatic." she pouts.

Likes, reposts, comments are greatly appreciated xx

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sweetiesicheng · 1 year

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woozi - convenience store

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"you sound like you're asleep, jihoon," you commented as you walked down the street. you had headphones over your ears and your phone in your pocket.

"cause i am. what do you want, sweetie?" he asked, clearly a bit annoyed that he woke up to answer your phone call.

"oh, well, i'm heading to the convenience store to grab something to eat, but i guess i'll just see you in the morning instead," you said to him. "sorry,” you mumbled, hoping he wasn’t too mad at you.

"which one?"

"hm?"

"which store, idiot?" he asked, "the one where i found you crying over that guy in high school or the one where i found you with a sling after falling?”

"...i don't like you."

"how else am i supposed to differentiate these stores? you go to different ones every two seconds," woozi said and you heard rustling from his end. "whatever, i'm going back to sleep."

"loser."

"if i'm a loser, than you're an idiot."

"bye," you hung up on him and headed inside the convenience store. you started grabbing what you wanted to eat and paid for the items. you heated up everything and added water to the bowl of ramen you bought.

once everything was ready to eat, you sat at a countertop and started eating. music played from your headphones which changed as you pulled up a video to watch from youtube.

in the middle of eating, you felt someone take your headphones off, letting the device rest around your neck. you turned your head and saw your boyfriend, clearly half asleep but didn’t seem too annoyed.

"oh, hello."

"give me a bite," he said in almost a demanding tone. you moved the bowl in front of him, and he picked up your chopsticks and ate a bite of your ramen that was still in the bowl.

you noticed woozi was wearing one of his sleeping shirts with a hoodie thrown over.

he really came here in his pajamas.

you smiled at the thought. "should i buy another bowl?" you asked him as he finished the bowl.

"i'll buy another," he said and grabbed your drink to take a sip of it. "what kind do you want? same one?" he asked as he grabbed all of the trash that was on the countertop in front of both of you.

"sesame," you answered and he nodded. he quickly kissed the side of your head before walking away.

once woozi returned with another bowl of ramen plus some other food, he sat down on the stool next to you.

"i'm surprised that you actually came here," you said to him while waiting for the ramen to be finished cooking.

"cause knowing you, you'll stay here till the crack of dawn for no reason," he replied to you and yawned, "and i don't like it when you stay out alone, especially at this hour," he mentioned.

"i have my pepper spray and my knife, babe," you said while picking up your car keys that had the two weapons attacked to the key chain.

"still, you never know," he replied. "do you have work tomorrow?" he asked.

you shook your head and grabbed the bowl of ramen, removing the lid. "day off," you verbally answered and set the lid aside, "why?"

"you're coming home with me, and we're sleeping in tomorrow morning, that's why," he said before taking a sip of water.

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wynterrolls · 6 months

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Arcana Twilight and Obey Me (OG) Comparison

Background: Obey Me (OG) was officially released on December 11, 2019, while Arcana Twilight was released on August 25, 2022 for worldwide audience. People have said that Arcana Twilight have similar mechanics with Obey Me (OG), but to what extent? I've played both games, so I'll write this comparison.

Disclaimer: The things I would write here would be based on my observation of the game mechanics and features present in both games. I did this post to list down the similarities and difference between both games, and not to cause dissonance between two fandoms.

Similarities

I'll list down the similarities in this format:

[Arcana Twilight feature = Obey Me (OG) feature]

MP = AP

Gold = Grimm

Crystals = Devil Points (DP)

Magic Tickets = Demon Vouchers (DV)

Visit = :D Jobs

Milky Way = Devil's Tree

Sorcerer Cards = Demon Cards

Wish Cards = Memory Cards

Scout = Nightmare

Constellation Room = Chapter A

Wish Room = Chapter M

Possession Room = Chapter G

Dressroom = Majolish

Chat = Chat

Calls = Phone

Diary = Devilgram

Mission = To Do

Shop = Akuzon

Magic Academy = Contacts

Stage = Your Tasks

Arcana Club Membership = Akuzon VIP Membership

Amplifier Stone = Glow Stick

Summon of Sorcerer = Surprise Guest

Unicorn = Raven

Differences

a. Amount of ads

The very first thing that will greet you when you open the Arcana Twilight is an ad. Both games have ads to support their game mechanics, but the amount of ads you could find in Arcana Twilight is more than those in Obey Me.

The Obey Me ads are mostly there to help the players gain more chances to battle the stages - thru gaining more AP or gaining more battle chances in hard stages or event stages.

The Arcana Twilight ads, however, are mostly found everywhere, since the ads can be used to double the resources drops/gold and to obtain materials and gold if you don't have MP to farm battle stages. You could even use the ads to reduce the time for Visits, which then you don't have to wait long to get gold to upgrade your cards. The ads in this game is like a massive cheat to progress faster thru the game. All you have to do is watch ads and you'll have your resources as reward.

However, there are times wherein forced ads would sometimes pop out after you complete a battle stage in main story or when you'd open the app. If the player wants to opt out of the ads, unfortunately, they can't do so. I'm not sure if the Arcana Club membership implements a "No-Ads" perk though.

As for why are there so many ads in the game? There's a speculation that the reason might be because of this. The link discussed about the reason for why it looks like they are in need of money. Since ads is an option to gain money in a game, they utilized it in order to make money because they are constantly on red. This is actually a good way for free-to-play (F2Ps) players to support the developers if they can't shell out money or buy the Arcana Club membership in the game.

b. Crystal Rewards in Main Story Stages and Daily Missions

One thing you'd notice right away is that in Arcana Twilight, each battle stage rewards 50 crystals for first-time 3-star clear. Then, after you clear out the whole chapter, you'll receive another crystal reward for 3-starring all stages in the chapter. The daily missions give out 50 crystals each day, so it pays the effort to open the game daily and clear out the dailies.

It is completely different from Obey Me (OG), wherein completing each stage in the main story, you'll only receive devil's tree items in the missions and occasionally, you'll get DP for the boss stage you've cleared for the chapter. The daily missions only give out a total of 18 devil points.

c. Events

Obey Me constantly push events every time in the game. There are times when there would be downtime, but it is pretty minimal. The events have story stages and reward ladders that players could opt to grind if they want the UR cards in the event. There are also event cards that is only available in time-limited event banners, which can boost the points for the reward ladder grind.

However, the Pop Quiz or Celestial Blessing events are mostly for spending players and not for F2Ps because of how much resources you need to put into the event just to get the desired rewards from the ladder. F2Ps could join the Birthday event grind but with proper preparation first. But the good news is that the past Pop Quiz and Celestial Blessing events do come back in Lonely Devil and you could rerun the event for a limited time to grind for the rewards as F2P.

Arcana Twilight, on the other hand, has event cards but there is no event story stages nor reward ladders to grind for. The event story is locked behind the event cards from the limited-time banners.

When it comes to limited-time event banners, Obey Me only have demon cards in the banners, whereas in Arcana Twilight, the event banners include both sorcerer card and wish card in the roster. The Obey Me event memory cards are only available in the event reward ladders.

Both games have event banner reruns and Obey Me rerun banners also retain the pity/total summons done from before, so that players could continue their pulls the next time the banner reruns. As for Arcana Twilight, I have no idea if the rerun banners also retain the pity/total summons from previous banner run.

d. Main Story Chapter Updates

There's this joke in the fandom that while Obey Me updates their main story chapter every week, Arcana Twilight gets update every year. It sounds like a joke, but it's not really far-fetch from what happened.

To start off, I'm not a day 1 player. I only started recently so the things I'm writing here are from what I understood in my research. I snooped around the archives of the official Tumblr account of Arcana Twilight and sub-Reddit and found their posts about the chapter additions in the game and noted their timestamps.

Their very first chapter addition is Floor 10, which means that on its initial release, the game has until Floor 9 only. Floor 10 was announced to be added on September 2022, Floor 11 on April 2023, Floor 12 on late October 2023, and recently released, Floor 13 was added on December 2023.

I still haven't reached Floor 13 yet. I stopped at Floor 8 at the time of this writing, because of the requirement needing me to be at least level 30 to proceed to next floor, which I'm currently low-leveled yet for that, so I could only bid my time and make my team stronger for the next floors.

But from what I could tell, the players feel as if they were left with a cliffhanger with the recent addition, with many of them thinking that a lot of questions were left unanswered. They could see the potential of the story in the game but, a lot of lore details weren't really touched on in the story.

I'm not really sure what happened in Floor 13 since I tried to avoid the story spoiler, but this image below is what I saw mostly talked about.

People are either thinking that this ending credit means that the main story of the game is completely finished or that this credit is saying that this floor is the end of Season 1 of main story.

In my opinion, I'm not really sure how to react to this kind of news. I just recently started the game and wrote the newbie guide and card mechanic guide posts just a few days after playing the game, only to find out that the game is probably on it last leg. I'm not really sure what would happen next for this game and I could only wait it out.

e. Inventory

Obey Me (OG) doesn't have an inventory, while Arcana Twilight has one.

f. Friend list

Obey Me (OG) has friend list where you could gain 50 AP by exchanging with friends daily, while Arcana Twilight doesn't have one.

Sources

Reason for the lack of new content by u/No_Economist_7447

10th Floor: New Additional Stage Notice

11th Floor: New Additional Stage Notice

12th Floor: New Additional Stage Notice

13th Floor: New Additional Stage Notice

➥ Back to my otome game masterlist.

Update Log

12/17/2023 - Uploaded the post.

12/17/2023 - Added additional info about ads, events banner, inventory and friend list in Differences

01/29/2024 - Added the reminder line at the top

#arcana twilight #guides #tips #otome game #arcana twilight guide #arcana twilight newbie guides #아르카나트와일라잇 #arcana twilight tips #아르트와 #artw #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me (og)#obey me

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akria23 · 4 months

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I took this photo while watching a teaser…It def looks like Zouey to me & I don’t know how to feel about that.

I joke about Zouey being the killer because there’s a number of things I’ve found suspicious about him or moments that have raise flags for me,

Him not wanting anyone else to catch him watching the birthday video of the group with Nant.

The first painting he was ‘engaging’ with - I couldn’t place the subject.

The constant hinting at something having happened to him.

The secret room / the No touch zone items

The side eyes

But most of all it was the question of if Zouey is such the righteous person he presents himself to be, if the bond between he and Nant was as true as the narrative wants us to believe then why did Nant not seek help from him? Why did he go to Prom…

I couldn’t help but think - even if Prom is a puppy dog that would do whatever wouldn’t you go to your friend first? But then when one of the recent episodes shows that Nant had 2 phones and did seem to be in contact with someone that day I thought it had either be his bestie Zouey or my number one suspect Tutor. Maybe Zouey was more in the know than we ever thought.

However even when I added Zouey to my suspect list it was mostly in a loose manner because I don’t want Zouey to be any type of killer not because he’s Xouey or because he’s with Teena and he’s a baddie - no it’s because he’s built as the ‘righteous sweet’ character he automatically because the most suspicious character. Even if he’s not at the forefront of your mind he still swirls at the back because we suspect innocent type of characters to intentionally be written that way so they can be a deception or twist in the reveal. Imo because of that these type of characters are always best as the distraction rather than the real deal.

Granted they could work his motive and give us something crazy. Or this who death of what looks to be Jump could be something else…doubt it tho considering we’re to the wire now with only 2 episodes left.

Or it might not be Zouey at all - it damn sure looks like Zouey to me tho…

Is it possible Zouey wants to kill Jump but didn’t kill Nant? Again I don’t think so because we’re so close to the end I’m expecting the killer (if there is one) to be revealed in this next episode. I don’t get why he’d want to kill Jump tho - I have a theory on why he’d want to kill Nant but Jason is the one who wanted Jump dead and it didn’t seem like Zouey had a connection to Jason, Aob or even Nuth that would lead him to killing Jump.

*Edit - I did lighten the promo photo as well cause the hair at first made me think it was Nont as it did look like in some places. But the length and the highlights wouldn’t be right. I also considered Nant and it being a flashback def since we still haven’t gotten an explanation for the bloody hand print if I recall….But the screen cap I took from the teaser doesn’t look like either of the twins…Crazy that I’d prefer it be one of them 😂 I really shouldn’t want Nont’s ‘kill ‘em’ dreams to come into fruition.

Idk it really does look like Zouey to me but I guess in a matter of hours we’ll see what exactly the episode has in store for us - murder mystery and all….

UPDATE: just finished the episode it wasn't him. The bangs...I should’ve caught that 😮‍💨 - Anyway glad it wasn't him cause this feels like it clears him completely. I'm okay with anyone being the killer but Zouey because like I said Zouey being the most righteous automatic makes him the least likely character and therefore on everybody’s sus list and I think these types should never be the actual villain for that reason alone. I feel like the rule of thumb is never choose the most or least likely choose the overlooked character in the middle - someone whose clues were obscure enough to get lost in the mix but still gives the audience that uhhh of course I saw that why didn’t it click for me there.

#thai bl #playboyy #playboyy the series #suspect list #theory #spoiler

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captainsolocide · 2 months

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solo talks about elementary part 3

a continuation of these posts. don't mind the four months between this and part 2 :) these points cover season 2

the good:

Mycroft is here! I was wondering if he was going to show up; with Holmes' father being in the picture in this adaptation, I thought they may have had him absorb Mycroft's role

Watson being a good detetcive on her own! Love that she's seen truly as Holmes' equal in their partnership; she has less experience, obviously, but she can still hold her own in a lot of these investigations

Watson starts to become a bit of a blindspot for Holmes in this season which is one of my absolute favorite tropes <3

the bad:

the first two items in my list for season two go like this:

please I'm begging you not to have Mycroft and Watson fuck please

goddammit

SERIOUSILY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

hated that plotline

Holmes says he prefers working with the cops 🤮🤮 babe please this isn't you

wayyyy too much focus on Mycroft, even outside of his stuff with Watson. genuinely could not give less of a shit about him in this adaptation

???

this is a new category I'm adding when certain themes or plots have both positives and negatives

for season two we have a couple, the first, which I'll reproduce from my phone notes verbatim is

I HATE HOW STUPID THEY'RE BEING ABOUT THEIR DESTINY YOU ARE IRREVOCABLY TIED TO EACH OTHER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIVES AND THERE IS NOTHING EITHER OF YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT AND THE SOONER YOU REALIZE THAT THE BETTER

meaning of course that this is Holmes and Watson. this is Holmes and Watson. them trying to be normal and have a normal relationship is just. not how this works

on the one hand, and I can see how Watson not realizing this makes sense, and I can accept that.

on the other hand, Holmes is not supposed to fucking leave Watson to go work for the MI6??? hello???? he's supposed to know if no one else does??? surely he should've known that Watson moving out would've been temporary?

the only plus from this plot line is that I as the viewer knew it would have to end at some point

the other plot line that goes here is a little parallel I noticed, where season two almost acts as a pseudo-rechienbach

Mycroft fakes his death so a super evil criminal organization thinks he's dead and doesn't try to kill him; Holmes leaves Watson for an extended period of time, and gives no indication he's ever planning on returning; he leaves her a note telling her what happened; Watson moves out of the brownstone while resentment and hurt at Holmes' abandonment is left to stew

you can see the resemblance to the end of The Final Problem

I think this is really interesting if it was intentional because it does a couple of things

it leaves Moriarty for Holmes; she's not dead, and you can still have a big final showdown between them if you want (and I'm almost sure that'll happen at some point) but you don't have to do that right now. she gets to stay a part of the story, but you're still able to get to that point with Holmes and Watson without getting rid of her

Holmes doesn't lie to Watson. He doesn't tell her the whole truth, and he still up and leaves out of literally nowhere, but he doesn't lie to her. There's still hurt and a loss of trust, but you avoid the horribleness of making your best friend in the whole world believe you're dead and then coming back (on the other hand, if they do end up doing tfp properly and holmes fakes his death and doesn't tell watson... the fact that this whole thing already happened makes that soooo much worse. so. let's hope it doesn't)

Some reasons I didn't like this

because Holmes is not the one in danger, his reason for leaving is a lot less noble than his reason in tfp; Watson merely suggests the idea of her temporarily moving out and he loses his mind and flees the country. what are we doing here

one of the most heartbreaking parts of tfp is the note Holmes leaves Watson at Reichenbach. the note he leaves her at the end of season two? PATHETIC. where's the heart? there isn't even any attitude or anger, it's like two sentences telling her he got a new job and left.

#solo talks about elementary #cbs elementary #sherlock holmes #joan watson #shoutout to the tumblr tagging feature #couldn't find the first 2 parts from my account even when using the tag i specifically made up so i could find them. from my account

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marshallpupfan · 7 months

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Marshall Merchandise Update!

In my last update, I said it was unlikely that I'd be adding any more Mighty Movie merchandise to my collection, as I figured I'd found just about everything of Marshall. As it turns out... I WAS WRONG.

I've got five items to show off this time, and all but one of them involves merchandise from The Mighty Movie. I underestimated just how much they were going to make for their theatrical sequel. 😅

First off, this plush + blanket! Much like the last one I purchased, this also came from QVC. I think it's exclusive to them, but I'm not 100% sure. Either way, as soon as a friend showed me one, I knew I had to have it! However, I haven't unrolled the blanket yet, but just so you all can see what it looks like, I provided a screenshot from the video on their website. It's quite nice! Hey, what better way to stay warm than with a pup who's coming in hot! 🔥

Next, the "Meteor Mayhem" board game. Sadly, I doubt I'll get to play this with anyone, but of course, you can all imagine the real reason I purchased it. To be honest, when I first heard about this, I thought that unique Marshall wind-up toy would be rather small, but it's actually much bigger than I expected! I haven't removed it from the packaging yet, but I'm not sure if I'll keep it in there or try to display the whole thing. Also...

Is it just me, or are the designs for the pup here a little different? They look more like their TV counterparts than that from the theatrical film. Hey, we've got an episode of the TV series coming up soon, and it's based on Mighty Pups... you don't suppose this is what they'll look like in it, do you? I guess we'll find out soon enough!

Next, these mini-figurines! I found them at a store that I didn't expect to have Mighty Movie merchandise, so I was quick to pick it up. However, after purchasing it and exiting the store, I suddenly realized I might already own this figurine of Marshall. Once I got home, I quickly discovered that...

...yeah, I kinda do. The one on the right came from that mystery box, which I purchased a few months back. However, it has more colors, so I guess that technically makes it kind of different. Do I consider this another new addition to my collection or not? Ah well, I'll find a spot for it somewhere. lol

Hey, look at what finally showed up at a Burger King near me! And to think, it only took a whole month for Indiana to get some! Admittedly, when I seen pictures of this last month, I thought Marshall's toy would be rather small, like those mini-figurines. Turns out, it's about three or four inches tall! It's kind of a shame that the outfit is just one solid color, but... hey, I still like it! Oh yeah, there's a little switch on his left hind leg that makes his fireball light up and blink. Neat!

Last, this... uh-oh... a mystery box. H'oh boy, I was not expecting to stumble upon this today, and at a Menards, no less.

So... yeah, there are new mystery boxes on the market again. This time, they contain Hallmark Christmas ornaments. Actually, I believe these have been around since last year, but at the time, they were only sold as a set (I think). I wasn't able to get one then, so I'm glad to see they're now being sold individually! Of course, the caveat here is that, until you open the container, you'll never know who's inside. That certainly presents a problem to someone who's just looking for one particular pup.

However...

Much like those Mash'em toys, they made yet another critical error with these containers; there are very small holes on both the top and bottom. Once again, if I shine my phone's flashlight at just the right spots, I can just make out a color or two on the inside. And with a little patience, I spotted some red and...

Well, you can imagine where this is going. :)

Yup! I got the exact pup I was looking for! Yay for cheating the system! Should I feel guilty about this or not? lol

Being a Hallmark ornament, it's of course really nice. And really cute, too! I wish his little paw pads had been colored in (real talk; pink paw pads are legit adorable), but hey, I still really like it anyway! Wow, I did not expect to be going home with this one today!

Well, that's it for now! Currently, I've got a three more items coming in the mail, although they'll take a while to arrive because they're coming from overseas! Soon enough, I'll get to add a few more imported Marshall items to my collection again! And the only reason I got them at all was because, much to my amazement, both the items and the shipping were cheap! Like, $3 for both, surprisingly. They're small, but hey, I can't wait to add 'em to my collection! :)

#PAW Patrol #PAWPatrol #Marshall #Marshall Paw Patrol #MarshallPawPatrol #Paw Patrol Marshall #PawPatrolMarshall #PAW Patrol The Mighty Movie #PAWPatrolTheMightyMovie #The Mighty Movie #TheMightyMovie #PAW Patrol: The Mighty Movie

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minminyoonjii · 2 years

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Stray Love Haven Day 18 : [Lee Minho/Lee Felix]

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/42120486

💗Series Masterlist

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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"Minho hyung?" Felix questioned, peeking his head into Minho's bedroom. Minho walked up behind Felix, towel wrapped around his waist "What is it Pixie?" he asked. Felix flinched, turning around "Hyung you scared me," he huffed, holding his chest. Minho chuckled, pushing open his room door, "I'm sorry, Lix," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "So, what do you need me for?” he asked, sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed.

Felix coyly straddled Minho's lap, "Well, I have a proposition," he said, smiling. Minho raised an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around Felix's waist, "Is that so?" he asked. Felix nodded, brushing Minho's damp hair "I've been watching some of Sungie's hentai and I found something," he said, lazily hovering his arms over Minho's shoulders. Minho sighed, "You know what happens when both of you scroll through the tags on that page," he said, smacking Felix's ass with a sharp spank.

Felix whined, jutting his lips, "I know but hyung there's so many things to explore," he reasoned. Minho pinched the bridge of his nose, "The damage has been done," he sighed. "Be forward on what you want Lee Yongbok," he added, stroking Felix's cheek. Felix giggled, "Somno," he said, playfully biting Minho's thumb. Minho pressed his thumb on Felix's bottom teeth, making his jaw slack "I expected worse," he said, smirking.

Felix pulled Minho's hand away, "Oh hyung, I meant somnophilia with drug use," he beamed, smiling innocently despite the filth that rolled off his tongue. Minho's eyes widen, "Channie hyung is not going to approve of that," he said. Felix smirked, "Channie hyung said yes if it's with you," he retorted. Minho scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows, "Call him right now. As much as I love you pixie, I don't trust a single word you say when it comes to stuff like this," he said, pinching Felix's cheek.

Felix groaned, putting Chan on a video call, the phone rang "Hey, Pixie. What's up?" Chan asked. "Did you give Lix permission for somno with drug use?" Minho cut in, covering Felix's mouth. Chan's jaw dropped as he cleared his throat, "Well, if it's with you. I'm sure he's in good hands," he said, rubbing the back of his nape. Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, "I'll do it but on one condition," he said, pulling his hand away.

"What is it?" Felix asked, tilting his head. Minho smirked, "You have to show your wings. That's your signal," he said. Felix gulped, "Can't I use a plush toy or perhaps another item?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. Minho shook his head, firm with his choice, "Nope, that's the only way," he said. Felix sulked, pondering over the condition "You're so mean, hyung," he pouted. Minho chuckled, "I'm being reasonable," he said, lightly flicking Felix's forehead.

Felix hissed, sighing "Fine," he complied. Minho smiled, kissing Felix's forehead "With that settled, I'll be waiting," he said, lifting Felix off his lap to get dressed. Felix grumbled, hanging up the call with Chan as he snuggled under Minho's sheets. Minho looked over his shoulder, chuckling "Aw, pixie. Don't be mad," he cooed, rubbing Felix's back. Felix huffed, curling up into the blankets "Meanie," he sulked. Minho wrapped his arms around Felix, pulling him towards his chest, "Brat," he whispered, nipping Felix's ear.

Nightfall came. Felix took a sip of his potions, one for slick production and another as a sleep inducer. He stretched, shivering as webs of thin crystal wings grew from his back. Felix rubbed his eyes, sleep slowly dawning over him. He wore Minho's oversized sweater with nothing beneath. Felix smirked, fluttering his wings, watching as the shimmer faded into a blur. He curled up, holding his pillow between his arms, drifting into a deep sleep.

Minho walked in, minutes after. He already knew the effects of Felix's potions and was assured that it was completely safe. He gulped, raking his gaze on Felix's vulnerable body. Plaint and innocent. "Stunning," he whispered, tracing Felix's wings. They fluttered, sensitive to any graze or touch. Minho chuckled, gently shifting Felix on his back. He lifted Felix's hips, sliding the pillow previously in his arms, under his ass.

A shiver of adrenaline rushed down Minho's spine when he stared down at Felix's bare cock "Fucking menace," he growled, gripping the bearings of his sanity. Minho traced his hands on Felix's inner thigh, drawing an unconscious whine from him. Minho halts his movement, watching Felix's every expression before kissing his thighs. He chuckled, watching Felix's cock twitch weakly against his abdomen, growing harder with each tease and foreplay.

Minho pressed three of his fingers from the get-go, feeling slick gush onto his palm, "So hot," he hissed, spreading Felix's pulsing walls. Felix mewled under his breath, wings thumping onto the bed like a bunny in heat. Minho bit his bottom lip, easing his pace as he watched Felix drift back into his slumber. He added another finger, slick making his ministrations easier. Minho grunted, cock throbbing behind his clothes.

He pulled out his fingers, reaching forwards to swipe his slicked fingers onto Felix's lips. Felix unconsciously smacked his lips, tasting his own slick on his tongue. Minho growled, head spinning with arousal, "Sweet boy," he whispered, stroking Felix's semi-hard cock. Felix squirmed but laid plaint for Minho to pump his cock. Beads of precum dripped past his slit, adding to the mess of fluids coating his skin.

Minho hissed, stripping off his clothes, "My sweet pixie," he growled, tilting his head back as he stroked his own cock to Felix's flushed cheeks. He groaned, hooking his arms under Felix's thighs, and pressed them close to his chest. Minho chuckled, drunk at the feeling of Felix's tight walls wrapping around his cock. He moaned, rolling his hips as he filled Felix to the hilt. Felix shuddered, slick producing more from the pleasure building in his abdomen.

Minho fucked his cock at a quick tempo, hips snapping against Felix's. "My filthy baby boy," he groaned, thrusting his cock mercilessly. Heat filled the room, fogging the mirrors. Minho growled, feeling Felix clench around his cock as he stirred awake. He pounded his hips erratically, chasing that familiar aching pleasure. Felix choked up a sob, eyes rolling back from the sheer force of Minho's cock fucking into his sopping hole.

Tears spilt down his cheeks as his body twitched. “Hyung" he wailed, screaming as he came undone. Cum tainted Minho's sweater white and sticky. Minho growled, clenching his jaw, veins on his neck protruding. Felix wrapped his legs around Minho's back, sobbing from overstimulation. Sounds of cries and smacking flesh echoed throughout the room. Minho arched his back, lips forming a silent groan as he came. Flooding Felix's loose rim with more fluids. His hips stuttered, slowly coming down from his high.

Felix sniffled, pulling Minho closer to his body, pressing his cock deeper into his hole. His hole spasmed and contracted, drawing another orgasm from him. Minho pulled Felix in for a kiss, tangling their tongues together. Felix giggled into the kiss, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of his orgasms. "You feeling alright, pixie?" Minho rasped, stroking Felix's tear-stained cheeks.

Felix nodded, giving out a deep purring sound "I'm feeling great," he slurred, smiling. Minho chuckled, "I didn't go too rough did I?" he asked, holding Felix's hand. Felix shook his head, "No, I love feeling every inch of you buried in me, hyung," he said, kissing Minho's palm. Minho blushed, scoffing "That filthy mouth of yours is horrible," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of Felix's neck.

Felix chuckled, rubbing Minho's back, "I know," he said, sighing contently at the pleasant stretch of Minho's cock spreading his hole. "Are we going to get cleaned?" Minho asked, yawning. Felix shook his head, holding Minho closer, "We can clean up in the morning," he said, conjuring up a blanket to cover the both of them. Minho whined, "It's going to be crusty in the morning," he huffed. Felix chuckled, "If so, I'll just run you a bubble bath," he said, kissing Minho's cheek.

Minho closed his eyes, pressing his cheek on Felix's shoulder, "You better," he grumbled, falling asleep. Felix cooed, "Sweet dreams," he whispered, shutting his own eyes.

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normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke · 7 months

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i just got diagnosed with me cfs about a month ago. I've been bedbound since July (doctors think I got it post-covid) and I'm extremely bored. I've been working on isolation by seeing friends once a week but it's just like... how do i fill the rest of my time? I can't stand to watch tv or scroll tumblr anymore, the internet is making me depressed. So what do I do? I'm sleeping like 16 hours a day. I can only get up to do simple chores and stuff. I struggle with reading/processing info and I lie down most of the day. How do I entertain myself? Especially with something that feels fun, satisfying, and "productive."

TLDR: newly bedbound and in need of a hobby I can do offline from bed, please help <3

hi, thanks for asking! I also spent the vast majority of the first 3 or so years I had CFS laying down, it can definitely be difficult to find stuff to do. Here are some things I did:

Video games. This one is a pretty common recommendation but I can't not recommend it because it's what I do pretty much all the time. If you have trouble positioning a computer like I did you can get an overbed desk (I have this one and it's served me pretty well). If you're looking for game reccs, the Sims 4 is now free and there's a ton of free custom content available for it online for when you get bored of basegame. For paid games, Minecraft, Don't Starve Together (even if you're playing alone the Together version is better), Oxygen Not Included, 7 Days to Die, and Sheltered all have a ton of replayability. I also recommend adding items to your wishlist and waiting for sales if you're buying games off Steam, Sheltered is actually on sale for $3 on Steam until Nov. 21.

Textile work. There's a reason a lot of textiles are considered "grandma" hobbies, they're easy to do with limited energy. There's a ton of disability adaptations for textile projects like knitting, crocheting, embroidery, weaving, etc. Choose one that seems fun to learn and go for it. I tried to do knitting but found it hard laying down so I switched to crochet and it's been going pretty well. It's fairly inexpensive as well, crochet hooks are like $5 and you can fine cheap yarn at places like Walmart for less than $5.

Art. You don't have to be good at it or have fancy supplies, either. I'm a big fan of coloring books, both physical ones and coloring book apps. I also use an app called Sketchbook to make digital art on my phone sometimes. You can trace stock photos to help you practice, or you can just make your entire art process tracing and coloring in stock photos.

Writing. Another one you don't have to be good at. Just think of stuff and write it down. You don't even need to write it down if you don't want to, you can just tell yourself stories in your head as well. Writing fanfiction can be a tool to help you get inspired to write your own stuff too. I got into writing by writing Warrior cats fanfic that was objectively bad, but it was fun and it laid the groundwork for making my own stuff. You can also just keep writing fanfiction if that's what you enjoy.

Origami. This one's a little niche but I find makng origami very satisfying. Some people claim you need special origami paper, you don't, regular notebook paper is fine. The instructions from this website have been useful for me.

That's all I have as far as hobby suggestions, if anyone has any other suggestions feel free to add!

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liquid-geodes · 1 year

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Compiled for your convenience, everything notable from the fnaf survival logbook:

Faded texts:

What do you remember? (Page 20)

Was your favorite childhood toy a plastic purple telephone? (Page 23)

Do you remember your name? (Page 31)

My name [written on top of Michael's drawing of a tombstone] (Page 39)

Do you have dreams? [A drawing of Nightmare is added by Michael in response] (Page 41)

Do any of these toys look familiar to you? [Images of a bicycle, a phone, and a doll boy are included] (Page 42)

My name (Page 43 [labeled 15])

Do any of these belong to you? [Images of a girl doll, Jack in a box, and third item obscured by stains follow] (Page 42 [labeled 15])

My name (Page 47)

Was your favorite ride the carousel? (Page 56)

Its me [hidden in the word search twice] (Page 58)

What is your name [hidden in the word search] (Page 58)

Who are you [hidden in the word search] (Page 58)

Do you miss them? (Page 70)

Does he still talk to you? [written on a page with the golden Freddy plush printed on it] (Page 75)

MY NAME [ink is getting darker] (Page 79)

Is this song familiar to you? (Page 83)

The party was for you (Page 103)

Other notable things with no real reason:

Five tally marks (Page 9)

Three red hearts [drawn on the five people you want to see at the end of the day/who would you recommend for this job section] (Page 16)

Ten tally marks (Page 19)

Fourteen tally marks (Page 31)

Page 32 is printed with the number 39... actual Page 39 is labeled correctly. No lore implications, I just think it's funny

Five tally marks (Page 36)

Page 29 is labeled as 52... third time this has happened....

10 and 11 on the "rules for safety" page are red, while 1-15 are all normal [9-15 are blank for you to fill in on your own] (Page 85)

"Existential Dread" has been replaced with "It was for me" on the "feelings about tonight's shift" chart (Page 89)

"Health" has been replaced with "I can hear sounds" on the "feelings about tonight's shift" chart (Page 89)

Night five event log has a single incident report filled out. In the "Time" portion, the time 8:11 is filled in, a.m./p.m. is not circled for indication. Either way, the incident being reported didn't happen during night shift hours [midnight to 6am] and Michael shouldn't have been in the building at all at this time if the incident occurred during night 5 (Page 108)

"Fulfillment" has been replaced with "I can't see" on the "feelings about tonight's shift" chart (Page 109)

"Purpose" has been replaced with "I'm scared" on the "feelings about tonight's shift" chart (Page 109)

A picture of a very withered [but not withered Chica] Chica appears on the very last page of the book, perhaps implying that the person asking Michael all these questions isn't c.c. or the vengeful spirit, but rather its Susie (Page 112)

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf survival logbook #fnaf michael afton

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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I'm deep in my Pierre feels! Loved the little concept yesterday by the way-both of them, but Pierre's in specific.

Would you write something like a rough patch in reader's x husband Pierre relationship? Like it serves as a reminder that they have work to do to get back on track, but also as a reminder that they choose each other for life?

Edit: this became a bit longer than I intended to so I'm adding a cut

"I'm home", you almost muttered to yourself, discarding your shoes by the door as you hang your coat, noticing your husband's coat inside, meaning he was home. Heading to your home office to drop your things, you noticed Pierre was in the living room, "Hey", you said as you waved at him, receiving a wave back and carrying on to where you were going, your shoulders slumping slightly at the interaction. Lately, it had been like that when you were home, which was a bit rare nowadays, either Pierre was racing and you couldn't go or you were busy with work, having taken a higher position after years of working for it, and you noticed it had been putting a strain on your personal life.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, you were making dinner when your husband walked in the kitchen, his lips brushing your head as he tried to show some sort of affection, himself feeling a bit caught in the middle of the tightrope, not really sure where to turn or what to do and when he was about to say something, your phone rang, a call from work it seemed from how you were delegating functions and explaining how to work with the program. The dinner was silent after the usual questions of what each of you had been up to in your day until you couldn't handle it anymore, "Pierre", you whispered, "I can't do this anymore, not like this", you said as you looked up before looking at him, the worried expression on his face even more noticeable now, "when did we get to this?", he asked, showing you that he too felt the current strain on your marriage. Taking a deep breath, "I don't know, but I don't like it... and I don't know how to solve it, I- I-", you tried to express, the tears falling freely from your eyes as he got up from his seat in front of you across the table and sat in the chair next to you, "Hey, hey, it's okay, say what you want to say", he encouraged soflty as he looked at you, "it's almost like we don't even know eachother, we barely spend time together and-, and it's like we're strangers living in the same house", you said, "And I love you too much to make us both go through this", you finished, looking at him to see his own blue eyes teary, "there's something going on, but we can fix it, I know we can, we just need to focus on what is important, our love for eachother matters more than anything else", he tried to reason despite feeling at a loss himself. Launching your hand forward, Pierre was quick to lace his fingers on yours, his thumbs rubbing your hand as you took a breath, nodding your head as you felt you had acknowledged the issue that had been nagging your for the past few weeks. "Do you think we can make this work?", your top lip trembled, scared of the answer, "Mon ange, I'm in if you're in, there's nothing I won't do for you, for us", he said as he tentatively stretched his other arm, your hand grasping his as you squeezed it, "we can make this work", you let out a loud breath, ready to close this chapter in your marriage and begin writing a new one.

"Can I have those pastries to go, please?", Pierre asked the young man behind the counter, who nodded as he packed up the food, the driver checking the last item out of his mental list before paying, going to his car so he could come and pick you up from work. Both of you had been making a special effort on your relationship, definitely not ready to give up on your marriage and certainly not on eachother, so for today he had scheduled a date with you, planning to take you to the park so you could have a picnic by the lake like you used to when you were dating, the soft smile on your face when he pulled up by the building's entrance a good sign, "Hello amour", you said as you got inside and pecked his cheek, him driving off as he placed his hand on yours over the center console. Conversation was flowing easily as you both spoke about random things, the subject of work not getting involved as you pointed out random things like dogs and flowers, your body moving closer to your husband's and ending up with your back on his chest, "thank you for today, I really appreciate it", you muttered, suddenly feeling shy at his intense (love) gaze on you, "I chose you to spend the rest of my life with", your husband said, "you're the one I want in my future, I want you for as long as I live, and I'm not giving up that easily", he winked.

You huffed, seeing that yeat again the meeting was taking longer than necessary, your colleague preferring to gossip rather than getting on with things so the whole department could go home earlier, "and you, Y/N? Any plans for the weekend?", she asked, probably wanting to know more about your life than you ever intended her to, especially right now. Things with Pierre were slowly building back up, step by step, you were rediscovering the love you both knew you felt for eachother, the experience maybe even more beautiful than the first time you fell for the other, and this whole delay was about to ruin your plans, "I just want to finish this meeting so I can actually consider having plans", you sternly said, earning a yes from most of the team who, too, had had enough of her gossips and wanted to leave, preferably without any weekend homework, "I don't understand why you want to go so badly, it's not like you're not used to taking work home anyways", she said and it hit the spot for you, "I don't want to take work home, as no one else should because the company doesn't pay anyone the extra hours and there is no reason why these reports are not done other than poor time management on your part specially, so I would really appreciate it if we got everything done", you said, using the department manager role you had worked so hard for (maybe even too hard for, now looking in hindsight), the younger woman recoiling in her seat as everyone agreed and finished it as soon as possible.

Arriving home earlier after the wake up call, you heard your husband in his simulator room, "Hi, I'm home", you said as you went to peck his forehead, your lips lingering a bit longer as you smelled his cologne, his scent, "Well hello, how was your day?", he smiled, pausing the game as you sat in the sofa next to his seat, "good, busy, but good. Finally managed to get it all done", you smiled, hoping he would get the hint, "I think I'm able to go to the race wirh you, if that's still up", you tempted, the small doubt rising on your chest quickly cut off by Pierre's smile, "yeah? That's amazing, mon coeur", he eased you, opening his arms so you could sit on his lap, "didn't you have a work meeting?", he said soflty, not wanting you to think that he didn't want you at the race but wanting to support your career, "I m not needed there, they can do it on their own, I already do a lot, way more than they deserve", you mused slightly, "it has cost me a lot, and I'm not allowing that, not anymore", you said, referring to how your job had been one of the factors on your part that kept building the wall between you and Pierre that you were now steadily deconstructing everyday. Sensing the guilt you were feeling, Pierre cupped your cheek on his hand, "that is in the past, closed away where we can only learn good things from it", he said, your smile reassuring him as you went to kiss his lips, the kiss soft and full of the love, care and affection you felt for eachother, "you're mine and I'm yours, completely, until the end of time", you said as you separated your lips, foreheads against eachother's as you relished in the closeness of the position you were in.

Pierre woke up to cold sheets on the other side of the bed, your body nowhere to be found on the bed as he looked over to the bathroom, the light off as he rolled over, noticing you were in the balcony in one of the outside sofas the hotel provided, making his way to you with his camera in hand, wanting to capture the beautiful sunrise colours as a background of your pictures, the camera's clicking announcing his presence, "Morning, mon coeur", you said as you pushed the sleeves of his hoodie you were wearing up, "Why are you taking pictures of me like this? I haven't even brushed my hair", you groaned as you attempted to tame the fly aways, hands going over your face as he kept taking photos, "Tu es très belle, mon coeur, you deserve a photoshoot", he mused as he set the camera aside, settling himself behind you as you snuggled into him, "we've come a long way, don't you think?", he asked, ready to talk about the advancements you had done in the least good few weeks, "yes, a long way indeed. I was really scared, you know", you expressed, now looking at him, "I knew my love for you, and your love for me, but you hear these stories where it doesn't work, and I didn't want that to be us. We're in this for the long run and I'm so happy that we managed to come out of it", you smiled, pecking his stubbly cheek, earning a hum, "me too, I never ever ever want to have to find out what it is like to be without you by my side, but we're stronger now, this right here is forever, that was never a doubt", he pecked your lips, moving to pepper them all over your face as you giggled, the sound making his heart beat faster and faster, "Now, c'mon, come get ready with me because I want to seem husband convert another pole position into a race win", you smiled as your pushed his arm to the bathroom for a much needed shower full of love.

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