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the-starry-seas · 3 months

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for however many ocs as you wanna answer this for

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

oh good I get to talk about clones to you, you will regret this

Nox: That's the neat part, they don't. Memes aside, they've never been completely alone (I mean, you try finding true solitude when you're one of millions of clones, yeesh). Also they're clingy and if they are alone they will change that pronto because they can't stand that shit, they cannot be alone, not physically capable. And the way they act around others, and when it's just themself, is pretty much the same! They're annoying, affectionate, and fond of making random and/or loud noises for no good reason. Just sitting by themself on the floor, quacking like a duck to see if they're good at it, putting some of their neon pink hair dye in Harlow's shampoo.

Tally: He fucking freaks. He's also never been alone (re: millions of clones) and he hates the silence and stillness. He needs background noise, he needs people around, he starts feeling real weird if he's not directly in sight of at least two or three other people, clones or not. He does a lot of nervous pacing when he's alone, because he doesn't like it and when do Nox and Harlow come back, this sucks. But there are times where he likes to chill and read a book while listening to whatever noisy nonsense is going on in the barracks.

Harlow: He stays level-headed because if he doesn't, who will? He's a lieutenant and that means he does not have the luxury of emotional distress (lol. lmao even.) or panicking over things. He doesn't mind being alone, in and of itself, but it does tend to make him a little bit nervous these days because if he's not there to tell Nox to behave, what the fuck are they up to now? Who's gonna protect his shinies if he's not there? But if he has someone to babysit them, he's doing a full spa day with cucumber slices and harp music and everything.

Blue: He likes being alone for short periods of time because it gives him some quiet and peace. He needs something to focus on though so it's like, idle games and crosswords to keep him occupied instead of meditation-style quiet. Loneliness, on the other hand, is different from being alone and he hates that shit. He gets restless and mopey and he just wants his idiot siblings back because they're his anchor even if they also often drive him nuts. I think being in stasis for thirty years counts as being completely alone? He did not care for that shit at all, he would do anything to not have to face that again.

Ember: He tries to make himself very small when he's alone so that nobody notices him. Being alone scares him because he knows that he'll be decommissioned if the GAR ever finds out that he can't hear any more. Even after getting away from them, old habits die hard, and being alone means not being with his family, so he'd really just rather not. So when he is alone, like Tally, he's nervous (but he freezes up instead of pacing). He likes being alone with his husband there are many benefits to being married to a marine biologist because they're adorable and Cam will play with his hair and infodump about their mutual favourite animal, the cownose stingray. (bonus camber picrew from a few years ago when kmerolzzzz's was still around)

Star: Being completely alone makes him shut down. He's a Force-sensitive clone and the Kaminoans were hellbent on reproducing that so he often got pulled out of training for tests and experiments. Being alone, to him, means he's going to be a lab rat again and probably hurt somehow along the way. He prefers being alone with one or two others, also preferably clones. Namely Winter who's the oldest of the squad and also their father figure, they call him buir and everything. He naps a lot when he's alone with a friend, chronic fatigue and all. But when it's just him and his squad, he's also more open with his facial expressions and looks them in the eyes more (GAR Jedi tended to be uh, less than kind when seeing a Force sensitive clone with golden eyes, he doesn't look strangers in the eyes very often).

Silver and Sky: A package deal. If they're not together, the world is ending. They've been inseparable from the moment they were ‘born’ less than a minute apart and everyone calls them the twins, so while most clones have an answer of "never been completely alone due to millions of clones", they've barely ever been out of each others' sight for more than five minutes. Shelter cat bonded, through and through. They're always grinning in cahoots about something, love that for them <3 They stay silly, whether they're on their own, or with the rest of the squad. They're well aware that they're disposable weapons, but they're also twins, and as long as twins have each other, what could go wrong? They stick together even more closely when it's just them because it's all about protecting each other.

#don't look at my 'crossword answer bank' of tags down here it's fine don't worry about it #ghost squad #ct nox #ct tally #cl harlow #the aces #cs blue #ct ember #clone force m #ct star #ct silver #ct sky

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jedi-hawkins · 22 days

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Callsign: Omega

post-s3 finale head cannons (spoilers, duh)

Omega, she’s become one of the most famous pilots for the rebellion.

She names her x-wing “Havoc 5” for her brothers

Of course it has their ct numbers written across the back, right behind the cockpit, for they’re always watching her six. She can't see them when she's flying, and frankly doesn't look at the worn numbers there every day, but they're there always.

The belly of her x-wing is covered in tally marks. The blue ones are for each clone she’s helped free, an ohmage to a clone her brother Echo told her about, ARC-5555. The black ones are for every other being she's helped free. And the red ones, those are for the lives that have passed on and become one with the Force.

On part of her landing gear is a blue pawprint.

On her helmet she only has five things painted, a knife, a crosshair, a tooka doll, a handprint, and a pair of goggles.

On the shoulder of her flight suit, she adds another CF 99 patch, just like the one on her jacket.

She goes by callsign “Omega” for she is the last. The end. The final thing her enemies will see, the last thing the Empire will feel as it falls. She is the being that brings an end to the suffering that so many clones have faced as wards of the Empire when she shows up to liberate them. Omega.

Bonus: The first time she returns to Pabu, Hunter immediately notices the nose art she's chosen to paint on her shuttle, the one built from the Marauder's salvage. It's a stark replica of the nose art that once adorned the original ship, back in the Clone Wars. His stomach plummets and he can't even find the words. As his daughter strolls down the ramp, she immediately bursts into laughter at the look on his face.

Her brothers, Crosshair and Wrecker stroll into the courtyard, the larger of the two asking loudly, "What's so funny, 'Meg?"

"I think that is what's so funny." The lankier one replies, gesturing to the nose of the shuttle with his left hand. He's forgone his prosthetic today. Some days he wears it, others he chooses to wear his cap with pride.

Wrecker scratches his beard and both his eyes widen, "WAIT- IS THAT?"

"So, it would seem." Crosshair says, placing a toothpick between his lips. "Breathe, Hunter." He says pointedly at his brother, who still looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"I-uhh. It's good to have you home, Omega." He finally stutters out.

He wraps his arms around her tightly as always, but his eyes are still glued to the hull of her shuttle. "Done some decorating, I see?"

"Yeah." She replies simply, giving Wrecker and Crosshair their own due hugs. "You like it?"

"It certainly is... something." Hunter gets out, stumbling over his words yet again.

"I found the image in some old Republic files we recovered, it reminded me of something I saw as a kid, but I don't remember where." She says, coming to stand beside Hunter again.

"Ehhh... Omega." Her father groans, running a hand through his greying hair. "Do you... Do you remember what the Marauder looked like when we first met?"

She turns to him. "No, why do you ask?"

Hunter finally peels his eyes away from the shuttle to face his daughter. "That picture you found... That was... That was the Marauder, that's where you know it from. You only saw it once. We scrubbed it off as soon as we decided to come back to Kamino for you."

"Really? I had no recollection." Omega tries to stop the grin from spreading across her face, but she can't help it, and Hunter, still perceptive as always scoffs at her.

"Why you little..." He growls at her, stifling his own laughter.

"I think she knows..." Crosshair chimes in, running his hand through his silver locks.

Wrecker's jaw drops, "Wait, you know where that's from?"

Omega shakes her head at her brothers. "Of course I know, I never forgot how awkward you all were when I asked about it. It didn't click exactly why until I found that old picture. Thought I'd bring it back for old time's sake, eh Hunter?"

Hunter's eyes widen as words escape him once again.

"Kidding," Omega teases. "I just wanted to see what your reaction would be."

Crosshair steps closer to the shuttle to examine the paint job. "Though this has been wildly entertaining, it might be best for you to scrub it, 'Mega."

Omega crosses her arms. "Why? You did it first little brother."

His eyes narrow at his sister, he's the only one she ever pulls that with and though he secretly loves it, she can't know that. "I mean it." He says sternly, pointing his toothpick at her. "Otherwise, Hunter is going to have an aneurysm every time you come home."

Omega looks to the clone beside her, just barely an inch shorter than her now. She places a hand on his shoulder, "Of course I'll scrub it. Echo thought the idea was hilarious. Plus, it gave me an opening to show you this."

She gently reaches into her bag and brings out a holoframe, turning it so Hunter can see. It looks just like any other quick photo taken in a Republic shipyard. Troopers are milling around in the back, by the looks of the landscape it might've been Ryloth. The focus of the photo, however, is a black Omicron-class attack shuttle and five clone commandos posed in front of it in red and black armor.

Their helmets are off, their faces young and confident, proud of their most recent mission. Though, the sniper has a rifle held in his right hand, and the one crouched in front doesn't have his goggles on. But it's clear who it is, all five of them. And on the nose of the attack shuttle behind them, is the striking portrait of the last senator of Naboo.

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coquelicoq · 1 month

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[ID: A blank American crossword, a 15x15 grid of white and black squares. /end ID]

if anyone wants to test this for me and let me know if you see any mistakes or have any feedback please feel free <3 reminder that usually when i write clues i do not tell you if the answer is more than one word. mwah

ACROSS

1. Something dropped in the club 5. SAG-___ (union involved in a Hollywood strike in 2023) 10. Livens (up) 14. Capital of Norway 15. Clothesline alternative 16. Nomad's tent in Central Asia 17. CHICKEN 19. Something dropped in the bathroom 20. Gathering of witches 21. Finish quickly 23. Elevs. 24. Schedule abbr. 26. What : stands for in an analogy 27. HAM 32. Weasel's cousin 35. Wee 36. Sugary drink 37. ___-Day vitamins 38. ___ and outs 39. CT scan alternatives 40. Letters before an alias 41. Drury ___ (where the Muffin Man lives) 43. It's smaller than a grand 45. TURKEY 48. Prepare potatoes 49. Bill ___, the Science Guy 50. Covered in 55-Down 53. Bandanas 57. Church donation 59. Boo-boo 60. BEEF 62. Large, scholarly book 63. Clinton-era trade pact 64. "Rush Hour" star 65. Gave the go-ahead 66. Type of cheese 67. Shot, for short

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1. "Garden of Earthly Delights" artist Hieronymus 2. Neckwear named for a racetrack in England 3. Many Eastern Europeans 4. Achy 5. Tally (up) 6. Skillet 7. Onetime maker of toy trains and Tickle Me Elmo 8. Pragmatic sorts 9. Manet and Monet, for two 10. "Monty ___ and the Holy Grail" 11. French bread? 12. UCLA employee 13. Double-___ Oreos 18. ___ nous (confidentially) 22. "Don't go!" 25. Outlaw 27. Video game series with a lot of carjackings: Abbr. 28. Where apple pie is called "Eve with a lid" 29. "Nuts!" 30. Pop singer Brickell or actress Falco 31. "Oh, give it a ___!" 32. Castle defense 33. Egyptian symbol of life 34. Caboose 38. Buck naked 39. Start to behave? 41. Mother of Levi and Judah 42. Hands out, as duties 43. Blue hue 44. "The Hunger Games" baker whose name sounds like a kind of bread 46. Hosted 47. Maps within maps 50. Like a prankster's powder 51. Bargain-basement 52. Kind of question 53. Japanese string instrument 54. Moon of Endor inhabitant in "Star Wars" 55. Frost 56. Stereotypical poodle name 58. Mark of a ruler? 61. Anatomical duct

#just in the process of formatting the clues in this post i caught a mistake. so it's already helped me yay #not my most fascinating theme but i did write it in one sitting and now i won't have to scramble to get it done at the end of the month #and i don't think i've done this kind of theme before so it was interesting to think about #cruciverbs #my posts

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joeinct · 5 months

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#joe bruha #leica q2

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rmorde · 10 days

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Ngl. I laughed out at Todo's prosthetic at first. I thought it was a ping pong ball and racket. However, it's absolutely brilliant!

It is a treat to see Todo and Yuji fight together. Boogie Woogie is such a broken CT for support and with Todo's genius, it's practically unbeatable. Still wish they'd been a trio with Choso tho

Gotta say... Can't believe Mei Mei is still sticking with them. Wonder why considering her established personality. Nevertheless, my misgivings to her aside, she's still a badass support in the fight - running surveillance and interference, lending Ui Ui, and even planning with Todo!

Also... Is Gojo really back? Is he alive? Or Were Yuji and Todo beating up Sukuna so much that he reached the point between life and death then saw Gojo there? Is the King of Curses hallucinating the man he promised to never forget as long as he lives?!!

Huh. That's another tally to the Sukugo Agenda then. Even on the verge of death, Sukuna still thinks of his beloved waifu husbando Gojo Satoru.

#jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk spoilers #jjk260

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practickles · 9 months

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OMG Please, please, please! I NEED a Lee Rui fict! Maybe with Ler Toya or Kaito 😭💜 NO, NO, I GOT IT. LOOK, WELL, READ: You know the "Be the Music!" 2MV video right? Okay, I beg you, all the characters that are with Rui in the class, (Minori, An, Saki and Mizuki. Except the Kagamines <3) being lers. I BEG PLEASE. I don't have enough brain now to think about an argument/story so they can tickle Rui, but I beg (for third time JAJAJSJA).

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"Punishment" Filled With Care

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: Rui Kamishiro

Lers: Mizuki Akiyama, An Shiraishi, Saki Tenma, Minori Hanasato

Ambiguous Passion Heart Class

Word Ct: 2.5k

Warnings: Tickles, gang tickles.

Summary: When Rui loses a competition, the rest of the Passion Heart Class fulfil their end of the bet and punish him accordingly.

I use both she/her and they/them pronouns for Mizuki here.

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On occasion, Rui had a tendency to overestimate his own abilities. He'd never admit it of course, but it was a trait glaringly obvious to anyone who knew him. There was no doubt in the fact that he had incredible ability, dedication, and aptitude, but sometimes he could get in... a little over his own head.

Be it the next great invention, the most daring new show, or the most thrilling stunt idea, Rui considered himself quite the creative visionary. He would do anything in his power to see a good idea come to fruition, as any worthwhile director should.

But now as he had quite literally been backed into a corner by Mizuki and An, with Minori and Saki eagerly awaiting on the floor close by, he found that just maybe people had a point when they said he could get overambitious.

"Hey! Don't run away!" An chided with a smirk. "You agreed, remember? You lost. And the loser has to get tickled~"

She had a point. Rui had, in fact, agreed. The five had participated in numerous games and sport events, tallying up individual wins and losses as they went. Rui’s fate had been sealed from the beginning when he so confidently suggested the punishment and then, despite his best effort, proceeded to fail miserably at just about every game.

“Unless someone is too ticklish to take his own punishment.” Mizuki wiggled their nails at Rui, who squirmed and grew tense. “In which case this is going to be a looooong tickling for you~”

Rui saw his only opportunity for escape. As Mizuki raised their arms to tease him, they freed up a small gap between themself and An. It was undoubtedly a desperate attempt and he wasn't even sure if he'd fit, but Rui had no other option. He took a deep breath and steeled himself before all but diving through the opening, knocking An to the side.

Miraculously, it worked. He escaped. And while he may not be the best at games, out of the five, he was by far the fastest runner from the great advantage of his long legs and experience in evasion on foot. He grinned smugly as he ran towards the door. He couldn't believe it. He had a straight shot out of this mess. He was done, he was free, nothing could stop him now.

That was until he took a particularly long stride, lost his balance, and went tumbling to the ground right next to Minori and Saki.

“Oh my gosh are you okay?!” Saki exclaimed, immediately jumping up and hurrying to Rui’s side, Minori close in tow.

Mizuki let out a surprised yelp, and with An right behind, joined the two next to Rui.

Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was his superior physical ability, (it was definitely the former) but Rui found he didn't feel any pain at all from the fall. The more pressing concern to him was the fact that he was now face down on the floor, well and completely surrounded by four people who, not a minute prior, wanted nothing more than to tickle him silly.

“Rui?” An asked tentatively. “You good? Do you need anything? I think we have a first aid kit around here somewhere.” She glanced around the room for it but hesitated when Rui laid a hand atop hers in reassurance.

“No, no I'm okay. Don't worry about me, any of you. I feel just fine.” Rui assured, bending his arms and rolling his wrists to demonstrate. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” He began to clamber to his feet but didn’t even make it to his knees before being unceremoniously, yet still carefully, tackled back to the floor.

“Not so fast!” Mizuki said. “We still need to make absolutely sure you're okay.” Those who knew them, which Rui did very well, could have picked up on the slight ingenuity and teasing lilt in their voice. Rui’s heart dropped at their next words as he realized exactly what was going on.

They adjusted him to lay his back on the floor and placed his legs so that they hung across their lap. “Yeah your arms seem fine but how about your legs? Can you move them?” They traced a steady finger back and forth across Rui’s calves, a silent warning of what was to come. “We might just need to check them to make sure.”

Rui began to let out a steady stream of panicked giggles. “Y-hes! Yes they can move just fine! Look!” He kicked out his legs to the best of his very limited ability. He sent a pleading glance to Mizuki to have even the slightest bit of mercy on him. “See! I’m okay! I can get up.”

“Well then, if they’re so healthy and strong-” An cut in, catching on to where Mizuki was going. “Then you won’t mind if we do this-” She fluttered her hand under his other knee, Mizuki giving her an encouraging look from her place across from her.

Rui squeaked and shook his head rapidly, clamping his lips together.

“Oh, you don’t mind? Perfect! Thank you!” An sent an insolent, flashy grin his way and continued her work on his knees. “Hey you two,” She nodded to acknowledge Minori and Saki. “We’ve got his legs covered, but do you think you could check his upper body and make sure he’s okay there too?”

Saki smirked deviously and sat next to his head. “Yup! I’ve heard necks and armpits need to be checked especially well.”

“Noho they don’t! They’re fine! I’m fine! Everything is fine!”

“Perfect!” An said with a wide grin. “If you’re so fine, that means we can carry on with your punishment. You had us all so worried there for a second! I’m glad you’re feeling good enough for some tickles.”

The inventor tried to wiggle back and forth as a pitiful last ditch effort, but was promptly stopped by a restraining, but exceedingly gentle hand pushing on his abdomen.

Minori spoke with a hint of nervousness in her tone, keeping her hand planted just above his navel and looking deeply into his eyes. “Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Rui immediately flushed red. As much as he liked to pretend he was dreading his so-called “punishment”, maybe, just maybe, he had suggested it for a reason. He knew Minori was caring and selfless almost to a fault, meaning that if he said he wanted it to stop, she’d immediately oblige and call the others off with her.

“W-well,” He stuttered. “Rules are rules, and I did agree to them. You’ve earned it.”

“Oooo, Minori, you got Rui so flustered he cares about rules now. Well done!” Mizuki reached over to her and enthusiastically offered a high five, which after a few failed attempts was returned with gusto. “Hey, you might wanna remember this, hall monitor~” She winked at An.

Nobody missed the way Rui’s shoulders tensed at the teases, finally resigned to his fate. Four distinct coos rang throughout the room as an anticipatory grin overtook his features.

“Aww,” Saki leaned down and blew a gentle breath across his ear. “Nervous? There's nothing to be scared of, you know.” She, without further ado, began to flutter her hands at his neck.

Already worked up from the teasing, there was no way Rui could even try to hold back the scrunching of his neck and the squeal that followed.

Rui would consider himself well versed in the area of chain reactions, often being the cause of many himself. As a result, it was not much of a shock to the inventor that when Saki touched his neck and thus caused his incredibly dignified squeal, it served as a trigger to provoke the others too to descend their hands on their own assigned spots.

The key difference, however, between Rui’s invented chain reactions and the one he currently found himself involved in was that in the former, he liked to cause chemical explosions. In the latter, he himself was the very source of the explosion of laughter that left him at the sudden onslaught.

The worst part of it all, he decided, was the complete inability to move. He was completely immobilized under four quick pairs of hands. Any attempt to kick his legs was met with a hand holding them in place and somehow even more intense scribbles at his knees and calves. If he tried to twist his body, he would be stopped by a pair of hands grabbing his sides to keep them still and squeezing them over and over. If he tried to push back or do really anything with his hands, his armpits would suddenly have an intruding hand very intent on visiting every inch of the skin.

He cackled and writhed but with the small semblance of his mind he still had left, all he could feel was fondness for his friends. The friends who spent their day in playful competition with him. The friends so eager to give him his retribution but more so eager to rush to his side when they thought he might be hurt. The friends carefully analyzing every twitch and stir of his body language to ensure he was still comfortable.

Mizuki had always been the one who could break Rui out of his shell. It was as true in middle school as it was now. They knew exactly where and what he was sensitive to, well practiced from many days spent in playful arguments, both too prideful and stubborn to back down even when arguments devolved into fits of giggles turned cackles. She poked and pinched and scratched all over his leg until he physically couldn’t hold back even the smallest snicker anymore. Her muscle memory served her well as Rui fell further and further into his descent of joyful madness. Were Rui more aware of his surroundings, he may have heard smug words about just how weak he was to a few tiny tickles. Mizuki cared by knowing him.

Minori looked a little shy, cautious, which was reflected in her tentative tickling too, Rui noted. Her fingers fluttered and danced delicately across his stomach, but never prodded or squeezed. She wasn’t rough or hard, merely light and coltish. She didn’t truly want to “punish” him, lacking the competitive streak the others shared but she more than made up for it with her surplus of determination to make him smile and laugh. Laugh he did as her touch caused the smallest giggles, a comforting contrast compared to the havoc of the other three. She cared for him by being soft with him.

Saki was giving it her all with a dazzling grin splitting her face. Her tickling was spontaneous but still carried an air of precision. His neck was subjected to a swarm of tickling fingers in a seemingly random pattern, but as it went on, Rui noticed Saki beginning to target the spots that made him squeal the loudest and scrunch in on himself the most. She seemed to be trying her hardest to get him to make the funniest reactions she could. Embarrassing, yes, but Rui couldn’t deny the soft warmth in his chest he felt at the realization that the entirety of her efforts were dedicated to making him as happy and as pleasantly overwhelmed as possible. Saki cared by being attentive and giving Rui exactly what he wanted.

An was nothing if not energetic. Her good nature and enthusiastic attitude were infectious. Out of anyone there, she believed the most strongly in the concept that because Rui lost, that means he has to take his punishment. That did not, however, mean she wasn’t just as kind as everyone else. It was still vital to her that her squeezes vibrating deep into the muscles remained fun for everyone involved, especially Rui and she knew just how much fun he was having. How could she not with the pure mirth on Rui’s face? At one point, she had discovered a delightful little technique where she’d rapidly wiggle her fingers, suddenly pulling away and waiting anywhere from three to ten seconds before returning and repeating the process. This left Rui completely devoid of the ability to guess when her tickling would leave or return and making it hard to relax. An cared by keeping Rui lively and having fun.

The four all had wildly different techniques and intentions but the one similarity between all of them was the same genuine smile adorning their faces and the love blossoming in their hearts, running through to their fingers just for Rui. He was so irrefutably cared for and Rui wasn’t sure whether that or the tickling was making him more giddy.

Minori had taken to drawing shapes on his stomach, likely in an attempt to show a little sympathy. A star here, a heart there, a triangle somewhere in between. Simple, calming gestures. Rui was thankful for the slight reprieve. He liked trying to guess in his dazed state what the next shape would become. A simple game really but largely entertaining to both parties nonetheless.

Rui’s breaths were heavy and labored as he laughed himself what felt like half to death. He hardly noticed Saki’s gentle concerned voice telling the other three to begin to slow down and only realized what was going on when the mischievous hands on his body began to gradually slow little by little until they came to a complete halt.

“Wh-why d-did you stop?” Rui gasped out, cheeks beyond rosy and looking slightly disappointed. Beads of what may have either been sweat or tears of pure laughter ran down his flushed face. Despite what his raddled appearance may have suggested, he already missed the feeling of uncontrollable laughter. The constant stream of residual giggles still pouring from his lips was nothing compared to what he had just experienced.

“You’re exhausted, Rui.” Mizuki giggled fondly. “You need a break.” She rubbed firmly across his leg, giving it the occasional reassuring squeeze.

“Bu-” He barely managed to protest before his lips were met with Saki’s finger in a shushing motion.

“Nope! You, mister, are taking a break! We could get some snacks and all sit around and hang out together.” She pipped. “We care about you and we’re going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

“Yeah, it’s important to cool down after exercise like that!” Minori added cheerfully.

An spared a final scribble to his kneecap before getting up and stretching her legs out. “You have as much fun as we did?” She smiled at his tired form still on the floor.

“Mhmmm” Rui hummed, the fatigue quickly catching up to him as the energy and rush of emotions faded.

His confirmation of what they all already knew to be true granted every face in the room a smile soft with adoration for their worn out friend.

They really did care about him. Maybe he should let himself lose more often.

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WOW. This took forever. No exaggeration; Months. I deeply apologize for that. Maybe as retribution, I'll put a ToyaRui fic on the to-do list, they've been eating my brain lately.

#project sekai #tickling #project sekai tickles #sfw tickling community #lee!rui #ler!mizuki #ler!an #ler!saki #ler!minori #mizuki akiyama #an shiraishi #saki tenma #rui kamishiro #minori hanasato

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valkeakuulas · 2 years

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I commissioned the lovely @anstarwar for a pic of my two OC clone troopers!

Meet CT-7362 AKA Purl and CT-7989 AKA Pocketmonster of Vehmas Squad, Green Company, 41st Elite Corps.

Purl

Purl is a knitter. He knits to keep his hands busy, to keep himself calm and to mess up with his squadmates. The number of knitting needles reveals how calm the situation is (five needles = all is good, two needles = shit about to get real). He also know how to crochet, which mean sometimes his squad mates get some extra palpitations when they see Purl with only one “needle” before they realise he’s just crocheting.

He’s relatively calm trooper if a bit grumpy, and belongs to Generation One clones. He’s got a facial tattoo that says ‘stitch ‘n bitch’. Him, Pocketmonster and Manta are the last original members of the Vehmas squad, hence the dual lines on the right side of their armors.

Purl’s bucket has tally marks that show how many times he has had to use a needle to stab a droid. If and when that happens, the second part of his tattoo becomes very accurate. He is known to rant loudly and LONG when having lost a needle during a battle, which usually makes him a bit more vindictive when it comes to shooting some clankers. (Pocketmonster will claim that Purl has stabbed Geonosian with a needle during the second Geonosis attack, although that’s a lie. He stabbed two.)

Purl usually carries with himself two different sets of knitting needles, one crocheting hook and two normal needles.

Pocketmonster

If Purl is a buir of the squad, Pocketmonster is the laidback ba’vod. Pocketmonster has seen much and he's an unlucky lucky vod.

The blue weird blob peeking behind him is the reason for his name.

As a cadet, he found this cute and jiggly blob during a relatively calm weather at Kamino and decided to take it as a pet. Unfortunately, he wasn’t aware this cute blob of a pet was in fact an alien nudibranch of DEATH and gave 85% Kamino’s clone medics gray hair when they found the thing in his pocket.

This was his first brush with death and his second one happened during his first campaign; Pocketmonster got flown away after a shockwave from a blast and was unlucky enough to have his bucket smashed/torn off badly, thus scarring the left side of his face.

Despite being relatively easygoing, the only times Pockemonster gets iffy is when Purl is being silly and decides to knit while "the kriffing Seppies are just on the other side of that ridge, Purl, if you lose another needle, I will not help you make a new one, you hear me?!"

Which is a lie, he will definitely help Purl. And Pocketmonster will offer his helmet as a yarn holder. They are good friends.

#Purl (clone OC)#Pocketmonster (clone OC)#Star Wars: The Clone Wars #fanart #MY BOYS #MY LOVELY BOYS #Clone Baby of Mine

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 11 months

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A Brain Injury turned him into a Math Genius

Jason Padgett had dropped out of Tacoma (Wash.) Community College, and was a self-described “goof” with zero interest in academics, let alone math. The only time he dealt in numbers was to track the hours until his shift ended at his father’s furniture store, tally up his bar tab, or count bicep curls at the gym.

With his mullet, leather vest open to a bare chest, and skintight pants, he was more like a high-school student stuck in the 1980s — even though it was 2002, and he was a 31-year-old with a daughter. He would race his buddies in a freshly painted red Camaro. His life was one adrenaline rush after another: cliff-jumping, sky-diving, bar-hopping. He was the “life of the party.” The guy who would funnel a beer before going out and would slip a bottle of Southern Comfort in his jacket pocket to avoid paying $6 for mixed drinks.

Party time came to end the night of Friday, Sept. 13, 2002, at a karaoke bar near his home. There, two men attacked him from behind, punching him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. He fell to the ground as the two men punched and kicked him, stopping only when he handed over his worthless jacket. He was rushed to the hospital, where a CT scan revealed a bruised kidney. He was released that same night.

The next morning, while running the water in the bathroom, he noticed “lines emanating out perpendicularly from the flow. At first, he was startled, and worried. Days went by, but the visuals remained. Padgett, who had scored relatively high on IQ tests in elementary school but reached only pre-algebra in high school, soon became “obsessed with every shape in my house, from rectangles of the windows to the curvature of a spoon.” When he looked at numbers, colorful shapes superimposed over them. He stopped going to work and began to read anything he could get his hands on about math and physics. He developed a fascination with fractals and pi.

The doctors called what happened to him a “profound concussion.” Little did they know just how profound it was. Padgett is one of only 40 people in the world with “acquired savant syndrome,” a condition in which prodigious talents in math, art or music emerge in previously normal individuals following a brain injury or disease.

There were downsides that came along with the new Padgett. Once gregarious and outgoing, he now refused to leave the house. He nailed blankets to the window and refused visitors. He became obsessed with germs and washed his hands until they were red and raw. He couldn’t even hug his own daughter until she washed her hands. He began to fear that this wasn’t a gift at all — that it all was a sign of mental illness.

Padgett reached out to Wisconsin psychiatrist Dr. Darold Treffert, the world-recognized expert on savantism who had studied Kim Peek. Via e-mail — and later in person — Treffert diagnosed Padgett with acquired savant syndrome, one of only 30 people identified at the time. Padgett wasn’t alone, and this comforted him. He tore the blankets off the windows and enrolled in a local community college.

He is now an author, artist and mathematician.

#Jason Padgett #medical mysteries #medical conditions #acquired savant syndrome #unsolved

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miseries-mistress · 2 years

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I'd like to think that sometimes Crosshair fights against his chip.

It could be voluntarily or involuntarily, maybe it's to get the voices to stop, but he does it.

I'd like to think he calls out for his brothers, distraught as he's alone and scared. He doesn't usually feel fear, so it freaks him out even more when he realizes he's alone.

I'd like to think he's frantic in the room stripped of his brother's influence, but it's also so achingly familiar, like deja vu. Maybe in his panic, he wonders where his brothers are, if they're safe. He cares more than he will admit, about them and their wellbeing, so when there's no traces left of his vod, none of Wrecker's booming voice, none of Tech's datapads, none of Echo's supplies to clean his mechanical parts, none of Hunter's clothes scattered about, nothing to cling to of their existence, his steady, controlled hands start to shake.

I'd like to think that his emotions overwhelm him because he's never experienced anything quite like it. Fear, dread, sorrow, regret, it weighs on his chest, threatening to break every bone and expose his raw and bleeding heart.

I'd like to think that in his panic, he can't control the influence of the chip, and he feels it slowly crowding his thoughts like a thick cloud of poisonous gas, and amidst those thoughts, before they are buried under the inhibitor chip, his frantic mind falls to a question.

Why is he alone?

Maybe Crosshair even screams their names, clinging onto his last wisps of hope that they can get rid of the voices. That they can save him.

I'd like to think that in his last moments before he is pulled under the chip, he thinks of his family, the ones who protected him throughout his childhood, stood by his side, defended him, protected him, saved him.

Then he blinks, and those thoughts are gone, reduced to a bad dream, and CT-9904 is left staring at that exact spot in the wall that Clone Force 99 used to tally their missions, the cascade of voices now a familiar buzz in his mind.

I'd like to think that CT-9904 wonders what happened to his old squad, and maybe that's the barest influence of Crosshair in his head, but he shakes it out because, to him, it doesn't matter. Good soldiers follow orders.

I’d like to think Crosshair is still in there, maybe hidden underneath the tangle of CT-9904, but waiting for his brothers to return to him, to save him, and bring him home.

#here is an absolutely devastating thought i had about crosshair #tbb crosshair #crosshair #crosshair bad batch #crosshair headcanon #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch crosshair #bad batch #sw tbb #crosshair the bad batch #inhibitor chips #.𖥔 ݁☄˖ 𝓂'𝓈 𝓉𝒷𝒷 𝒽𝒸

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dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd · 9 months

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A Brain Injury turned him into a Math Genius

He is now an author, artist and mathematician.

#Jason Padgett #medical mysteries #medical conditions #acquired savant syndrome #unsolved

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cacodaemonia · 8 months

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For the DVD Commentary meme. Is it a meme? The DVD thingy! XD

He's vaguely aware of Boil shifting closer to him, and after a moment, Boil says, "Did you lose a... a batchmate a few months ago? CT... 0327?"

and through the entire ending because WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! It's so good!!!

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Hiii! Haha idk if those are memes, though maybe they fit the definition because they get passed around? 🤔 Anyway—ahh thanks so much! I'm so glad you like the ending of that fic! I think it's the only fic ending I've ever written where I felt like, "Yeah, nailed it" XD

Okay, I'm gonna put it behind a cut since it's kiiiind of majorly spoilery XD

First of all, I had initially thought of ending this with the same sort of reunion, but Waxer and Casey would have already gotten in touch via messages beforehand. But one of the really key things I wanted to deal with in this fic was Waxer accepting that even if he never got his memories back and never found his batchmates again, he was still a whole person and not just the remnants of one.

I thought that it would help him come to terms with that if Trapper and his batchmate were to reunite while Waxer still hadn't heard from his. And for the sake of brevity as well as hopefully making the whole ending surprise pack more of a punch, I decided to combine it all and have Waxer and Casey's reunion at the last moment. 🥹

Let's see, I'm reading through this again, and there's the thing I did with the parentheses. I'm not sure if it worked or not, but each time Waxer's inner thoughts refer to 'the other clone,' the parentheses that follow it become less questioning and more certain—like, they go from (Casey??) to (Casey?) to (Casey) to (Casey) before the () just disappear entirely. Because Waxer isn't doing a whole lot of coherent thinking here and because I wanted the moment to seem like it was going by very quickly, I used the parentheses to try and show Waxer processing the shock without being overly wordy.

The only other 'behind the scenes' bit I can think of is related to Casey's tattoo, which isn't actually mentioned in this part but just before it. He has to vertical lines like tally makes on one cheek—one for Waxer and one for Harper, their other batchmate who is dead at this point. I didn't feel the need to explain those in the fic but I thought that might serve as a little hint for readers because of the tally marks on Waxer's helmet and spaulder in canon. :D

Thanks! That was fun!

#asks #mhrm #my heart's red muscle

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gowns · 1 year

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Imagine that all the world’s knowledge is stored, and organized, in a single vertical Steelcase filing cabinet. Maybe it’s lima-bean green. It’s got four drawers. Each drawer has one of those little paper-card labels, snug in a metal frame, just above the drawer pull. The drawers are labelled, from top to bottom, “Mysteries,” “Facts,” “Numbers,” and “Data.” Mysteries are things only God knows, like what happens when you’re dead. That’s why they’re in the top drawer, closest to Heaven. A long time ago, this drawer used to be crammed full of folders with names like “Why Stars Exist” and “When Life Begins,” but a few centuries ago, during the scientific revolution, a lot of those folders were moved into the next drawer down, “Facts,” which contains files about things humans can prove by way of observation, detection, and experiment. “Numbers,” second from the bottom, holds censuses, polls, tallies, national averages—the measurement of anything that can be counted, ever since the rise of statistics, around the end of the eighteenth century. Near the floor, the drawer marked “Data” holds knowledge that humans can’t know directly but must be extracted by a computer, or even by an artificial intelligence. It used to be empty, but it started filling up about a century ago, and now it’s so jammed full it’s hard to open.

From the outside, these four drawers look alike, but, inside, they follow different logics. The point of collecting mysteries is salvation; you learn about them by way of revelation; they’re associated with mystification and theocracy; and the discipline people use to study them is theology. The point of collecting facts is to find the truth; you learn about them by way of discernment; they’re associated with secularization and liberalism; and the disciplines you use to study them are law, the humanities, and the natural sciences. The point of collecting numbers in the form of statistics—etymologically, numbers gathered by the state—is the power of public governance; you learn about them by measurement; historically, they’re associated with the rise of the administrative state; and the disciplines you use to study them are the social sciences. The point of feeding data into computers is prediction, which is accomplished by way of pattern detection. The age of data is associated with late capitalism, authoritarianism, techno-utopianism, and a discipline known as data science, which has lately been the top of the top hat, the spit shine on the buckled shoe, the whir of the whizziest Tesla.

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It’s easy to think of the ills produced by the hubristic enthusiasm for numbers a century ago, from the I.Q. to the G.D.P. It’s easy, too, to think of the ills produced by the hubristic enthusiasm for data today, and for artificial intelligence (including in a part of the Bay Area now known as Cerebral Valley). The worst of those ills most often have to do with making predictions about human behavior and apportioning resources accordingly: using algorithms to set bail or sentences for people accused or convicted of crimes, for instance. Connelly proposes that the computational examination of declassified documents could serve as “the functional equivalent of CT scans and magnetic resonance imaging to examine the body politic.” He argues that “history as a data science has to prove itself in the most rigorous way possible: by making predictions about what newly available sources will reveal.” But history is not a predictive science, and if it were it wouldn’t be history. Legal scholars are making this same move. In “The Equality Machine: Harnessing Digital Technology for a Brighter, More Inclusive Future” (PublicAffairs), Orly Lobel, a University of San Diego law professor, argues that the solution to biases in algorithms is to write better algorithms. Fair enough, except that the result is still rule by algorithms. What if we stopped clinging to the raft of data, returned to the ocean of mystery, and went fishing for facts?

-- "the data delusion," jill lepore, new yorker 3/27/23

#this metaphor was very compelling to me

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the-starry-seas · 2 months

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#12 - Nox from Ghost Squad!

Nox's birthday is April 1st because that simply fits them. Why does it fit them, you ask? Well, let me see... They're outgoing, dramatic, very friendly, and simply cannot resist the alluring call of the prank war. Plus they're unaware of a few minor social concepts like 1) an inside voice 2) personal space 3) gender. They have a neon pink sidecut. You know how it is.

Ah, yes. And there's the story of how they got their name. CT-9732 was a shiny fresh from Kamino, deployed to the 217th, having made friends with half the other shinies and having thoroughly annoyed the rest. Their captain asked what their name was, because that's only polite, but our dear shiny had yet to have one! So they simply said that they wanted their name to be obnoxious. An already-very-tired captain said I think the closest we can manage is Nox, which they accepted because they thought it sounded cool.

Fortunately for Nox, they have latched onto an introvert that they now bring to all the best parties. Unfortunately for Tally, he is in fact very much of an introvert and would like them to cut that shit out for five minutes so he can catch his breath and maybe have a nap while he's at it. But they're off spraypainting a pinup girl on Captain Rex's locker so he's gotta go handle that.

(CC Harlow introducing his shinies: This is Tally. He likes his personal space. This is Nox. They also like Tally's personal space.)

(While we're at it with the parentheses, never let Nox drive. They can't steer for shit. Also they fall for girls really easily and like. Somehow they're even worse at driving when they're distracted by a lady laughing. Just about ran them headfirst into a streetlight one time.)

Bonus art by kotewan! Look at them so ready to cause trouble <3

#ironic that the first number is my favourite ghost #clone trooper oc #ghost squad #ct nox

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putrefyingflames · 2 years

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Okay so I haven’t been able to find this anywhere, I wanna make a record of everything that’s been painted on the bass drum at every show. I’m starting with North America and the ones I can easily find. If you can reblog and add any that are missing (or any that haven't happened yet as of first posting), that would be a big help! And any photos. I’ll make a separate post for Europe research and then a master post when I have them all!

EDIT: There's a tweet thread for all of these that can be found here and includes digital line art of every drum! thank you to @thatkindagirl for letting me know! There's also a list and lineart for all the Europe stops here.

Aug 20, Oklahoma City OK - BIG DEATH ENERGY

Aug 21, San Antonio TX - LIVE LAUGH LAUNCH

Aug 23, Nashville TN - I BET IT WAS YOU

Aug 24, Cincinnati OH - SMILE WITH YOUR EYES

Aug 26, Raleigh NC - FREE BUGS

Aug 27, Elmont NY - GET IN THE CHAIR

Aug 29, Philadelphia PA - BLOOM

Aug 30, Albany NY - MANHUNT

Sept 1, Uncasville CT - HOST ORGANISM

Sept 2, Montreal QC - I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU

Sept 4, Toronto ON - BACK IN THE CAGE

Sept 5, Toronto ON - SURE (painted over back in the cage from the previous night)

Sept 7, Boston MA - "SPOOKY"

Sept 8, Boston MA - BEARS ON THE 405

Sept 10, Brooklyn NY - HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN (mikey's birthday)

Sept 11, Brooklyn NY - DON'T EVER CHANGE

Sept 13, Detroit MI - SICK

Sept 15, St Paul MN - SOUNDS FUN, I'M IN

Sept 16, Riot Fest, Chicago IL - DESTROY

Sept 18, Alpharetta GA - YOU GOT THE JOB

Sept 20, Newark NJ - OFF LEASH

Sept 21, Newark NJ - THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS

Sept 23, Firefly Fest, Dover DE - no writing, a printed out picture of a bouquet of pink flowers (roses? carnations?) was taped to it

Sept 24, Sunrise FL - WHERE ARE YOU?

Sept 27, Houston TX - FEELING GOOD

Sept 28, Dallas TX - HAIL

Sept 30, Denver CO - SWAN VARIATION

Oct 2, Portland OR - ATHENA

Oct 3, Tacoma WA - I WANNA WATCH YOU TURN INTO A WEREWOLF

Oct 5, Oakland CA - smiley face with a bullet hole in the forehead, like the comedian's bloody smiley face pin from Watchmen

Oct 7, Las Vegas NV - MY WHOLE HEART

Oct 8, Aftershock Fets, Sacramento CA - CHOKE ME

Oct 11, Inglewood CA - |

Oct 12, Inglewood CA - ||

Oct 14, Inglewood CA - a photo of Doug, a member of their team who died unexpectedly, wearing something fuzzy? Kinda looks like a fozzie bear costume lol, sitting at a music mixing station

Oct 15, Inglewood CA - ||||

Oct 17, Inglewood CA - ||||

(American style tally marks for 5)

Oct 22, WWWY, Las Vegas NV - cancelled for inclement weather

Oct 23, WWWY, Las Vegas NV - NOTHIN BUT THE BEST

Oct 29, WWWY, Las Vegas NV - KNIVES FOR DAYS

Nov 18, Corona Capital Fest, Mexico City - MUY FEVGO

(I’m editing the pinned version of this post every day with what I’ve found and new drums)

{in an act of preservation as twitter collapses, I have saved all the drum images and line art from the North America thread, in case it’s lost}

#my chemical romance #return era #mcr reunion #when we were young #gerard way #ray toro #frank iero #mikey way #mcr 2022 #mcr tour 2022 #meta

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willow-774 · 1 year

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I wrote a small fanfic based on a headcanon I liked

Crosshair woke up and gazed around the room and noticed some things were missing. Where was Echo’s hammock and all our tallies of completed missions? And, why don't I remember anything up to the battle with General Billaba? Where's my vod’e? Did they leave me here all of a sudden? He raised a hand to his head. Why does it hurt? GOOD SOLDIERS FOLLOW ORDERS. What was that? Why isn't anyone there? It's almost like they've been decommissioned. No, the Kaminoans wouldn't do that, we're too valuable to them, right? He could feel his heart start to race as he called out for his brothers hoping and praying to the force that they were okay. “HUNTER? WRECKER? TECH? ANYBODY? WHERE ARE YOU?” He felt tears start to stream down his face as he called to his brothers begging them to come help him stop this awful voice in his head. “PLEASE, I'M SORRY FOR WHATEVER I DID! PLEASE COME BACK.” The insidious voices got louder until it started to drown out his own thoughts. Soon his cries were stifled as the voice in his head started to overcome him until he finally– and some would say thankfully–blacked out.

CT-9904 woke up, got out of bed, dressed, and got ready as he shaved. He felt the lingering feeling that something was wrong but he dismissed it as good soldiers follow orders, not feelings.

#tbb crosshair #crosshair angst #post order 66 #my poor sad blorbo

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beenjen · 2 years

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Ooooh boy, today, this week, the past few months, the last several years…. It’s not been peak y’all. Not peak at all.

But. BUT. I have listens…. Check it -

This album was everything back in my 20s. The closest friend who in turn ended up introducing me to Chris brought this into my life… let’s just stay today has been a musical journey while it poured rain and ‘tunda’ on middle tennessee… we haven’t had rain in so long, the grass is dying, my flowers despite watering 2 x a day are struggling, my saplings have needed daily drippage, it’s been DRY, also, no matter what the weather channel says, it’s been > 100 for 3 weeks, with ‘feels like’ 110 and higher - so I’m not complaining, I just didn’t go on a hike.

We made cherry turnovers, butterfly art, and owned Minecraft -

We have a burn ban. We have brown foliage. We have humidity of > 70%. Welcome to the dirty, dirty south 🤘

Before I’m interrupted. Here’s the nitty gritty -

I did hit that extra 20, I assume the scale was predicting the future. Before I get neggy here, I just want to add, this has been what it is. I am not negative with myself. I’m not mad. I can’t deny a little disappointed that I gained 20 of the 70 I lost back, it wasn’t the 70 though, and I’m still down to clown. Workouts are non existent aside from some stollen made up mat time of my own for maybe 20 minutes, a mile or 2 walk at work on the days I’m there, sometimes weights, more likely not. I’ve continued 16/8 fasting and have extended to a couple 48 hour fasts and it really does do wonders for my hectic mind. I only push for it if I’m not hungry, and it’s not a FULL fast because I will have my collagen and kombucha. It is just, something I’m trying to maintain and not be detrimental to my mental here and now - it’s not like we don’t have a heap of other bs on our heads.

Mom.

Her ct showed positive movement of her tumors. - I didn’t realize that was plural until recently, so while we are ahead at this point, the war is waging. And I say that not to be over dramatic, it’s just, I have to not be mopped with small wins and no victory, and it’s been a rollercoaster, and I’m swamped with just, grief. It’s grief, sitting with our necks on a chopping block, waiting for it to drop, and no one tells you this. That every visit is an anxiety laden heart attack. That each treatment and lab draw is a potential harbinger, and it’s fucking a Hoover to my soul, it’s an emotional leech on my folks, it’s exhausting. We tally ho of course, and I have this intense guilt for my feelings when it’s happening around me and not TO ME, it’s epically hard though. It’s hard. All of it.

Dad.

He’s hitting the ground running. His treatments for the myeloma have been great. The oncologists have gotten together and they can do Oral hormone therapy for his relapsed prostate cancer, then switch to pills for his multiple myeloma in the coming months as well. Positive on that front.

The summer programs with Jamis have been a hit. He has had a blast playing with cousins, doing ‘science’ and he is thrilled for legos this coming week. Best decision ever - also, not having to deal with the day to day dramedy that is my in-laws feels like we’ve had a damn colonic - the total crap of their instability and inconsistency is GONE, and hubs not having the day in and out with them has boosted his mood so far it’s stratospheric at this point. It’s as if I’m married to another man. His parents baggage was so heavy, not having them insert themselves 20 times a day for diet, questions about shows to watch, bathing suits, sun block, random ‘he doesn’t want to do x’ it’s been a breeze y’all. Easy breezy beautiful cover girl over here with excommunicado in-laws.

My SIL and bro are out the outskirts too as they’ve contracted Covid again, for the third time. Even though it’s apparently not real and a conspiracy. Just made the 4th easier. With the burn ban, we did paper lanterns that burn out in the atmosphere and are biodegradable-

The rest is history. We are all chugging along. Work has been so incredible. My current working with team has been elevated, and turns out I WILL be getting what I previously had; work from home day, procedure day, and position increase to lead NP. So, I followed my gut, and it worked out. Honestly that restored some of my distrust in humanity and Karma. Always a good thing.

Hope you guys are all doing fabulous. Sending you much love and encouragement through the day to day xx

#east nashville #make the best of it #family time #working mom #looking at the stars

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