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rainyfestivalsweets · 4 months
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So it seems anything I try to upload with pictures is failing. Still.
Dang it.
Where's my accountability??
Ok. I will try 1 pic.
Breakfast was after 1 pm and was Ham.
By that time I had been working for 7 hours and was super torqued off.
I walked the dogs. Longer than normal in the unseasonably warm weather. Sunshine. Air.
Back to my desk- protein bar.
This beautiful salad. And an apple.
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After I got off work, I walked the dogs again.
I took an Epsom bath & baling soda bath.
Had 2 sparkling waters. Made tea but they were too hot to drink.
Was in bed by 10:18.
Slept better. Up at just after 7. Which is great. The last week it has been either super late 9 am or like yesterday 4:18 am.
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leftistscum · 9 months
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I AM CURSING YOU FUCKBAGS TO 1000 YEARS OF OWOFIED NONSENSE. I HAVE TO SUFFER, NOW YOU HAVE TO SUFFER WITH ME.
Update:
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All this effort and it doesn't even work. I'm not mad, just disappointed. Current theory is that I didn't include an important part of it in the while loop. The bot scans new posts, and I'm not gonna re-post this for the second time. It's only been actually tested two or three times including this try, and I'm keeping this as a sort of devlog. Update 2:
I restarted the OAuth apps that I made earlier today (an OAuth callback server to catch the keys, and another OAuth thing to generate the Authorization verifier). I worked almost all day to get these two to work together. The API ended up sending this error, and I don't know what it means, but it doesn't throw any errors client-side. Here's the error it throws. {'meta': {'status': 429, 'msg': 'Limit Exceeded'}, 'response': [], 'errors': [{'title': 'Limit Exceeded', 'code': 0, 'detail': 'Minor hiccup. Try again.'}]} Like, okay, great. Now I gotta actually look at the documentation and find out what this magic gibberish means, because this could relate to all those times I tried to authenticate, OR I hit the daily limit on posts seen by my bot, which I highly doubt. Update 2.5 after some research, I've learned absolutely nothing. That error code is a giant ball of nothing that basically says I exceeded a rate limit, but doesn't give any explanation as to which rate I exceeded. Thanks, Tumblr. At least Reddit threw client side errors that you didn't have to go to a broken API console to see. Fuck all of you, and I'll see you tomorrow.
Side note: I am surviving off one breakfast pizza from Casey's, one Pipeline Punch, one grape flavored 3D, 4mg Estradiol, 50mg Spironolactone, and I currently have 100mg Progesterone dissolving in my stomach, which at this point, might actually kill me. It's only 9:36 at the time of writing this, but it feels like I've been working on this for days. This is to say that I may have missed something super obvious, and if that's the case, well, I'll leave tomorrows problems to tomorrow's me.
Update 3
Just woke up and re-ran all the assorted programs just to get a fresh start. I'm still getting that error code, but more importantly, my access token and secret changed? I'm not expert when it comes to stuff like this, but I though tokens and secrets are constant and specific to apps. I can't actually test this thing until the API lets me through. Update 3.5
Found the error code. It wasn't way too hard, but it means my bot probably did something way too much yesterday and I have no idea what. It works on the server's clock and goes by callendar day. This means that if a bot hits the error code at 11:59 PM, it can hit it again at 12:00 AM. For an error 429 to happen, any one of the following has to trigger it.
300 API calls per minute, per IP address.
18,000 API calls per hour, per IP address.
432,000 API calls per day, per IP address.
1,000 API calls per hour, per consumer key.
5,000 API calls per day, per consumer key.
250 new published posts (including reblogs) per day, per user.
250 images uploaded per day, per user.
200 follows per day, per user.
1,000 likes per day, per user.
10 new blogs per day, per user.
20 videos uploaded per day, per user.
60 minutes of total video uploaded per day, per user.
So I can't test this until the server's calendar deems it a new day Update 4
It still doesn't work, but I am one step closer. Because of Tumblr's broken-ass console, I've had to find an alternate way to get an OAuth key. It turns out I was using a temporary access key, which is why it changed when I re-ran everything. I had to do this by using two other scripts. One of them is Tumblr's interactive console on Github , and the other one was a Yaml parser because boy do they like to encrypt. This has been my morning so far. Day two and 5 scripts later, just to finally have something that I should've had at the start.
Update 4.5
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I FINALLY GOT AN API RESPONSE!!! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Update 4.5.5
I have implemented a feature that makes the thing wait for a second then search for any comments with a timestamp older than the last time it waited and has the right keyword in the 196 tag. I have obviously accidentally wasted all my API tries today, but testing begins again tomorrow. You will fear my wrath soon enough. Update 5
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Decided to check up on the bot, and ran straight into this wall of text. It looks like blog info? Some of those links take me to profile headers. This isn't a static thing either, it updates every 20 seconds like clockwork. Because I made it update every 20 seconds like clockwork. I think this means it's testing time. Wish me luck. Breaking News. Didn't work, but we're a lil bit closer. Again.
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murfeelee · 2 years
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Check In Tag
Thanks @ktarsims​​ for tagging me here!
I’m still not dead--luckily, I’m in the home stretch; just two more weeks and the semester’s done! I just have about a zillion papers and exams to get through, FML, LOL.
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Why did you choose your URL?
Cuz all I could think of was my frikkin name, like a baby idiot with no creativity.
How long have you been on tumblr?
Too effing long. 2023 will make 10 whole years, good grief.
Do you have a queue tag?
No, but I queue up everything anyways.
Why did you start your blog in the first place?
Cuz TSR was making me mad, and I liked the simblrs that were already here, and figured this was a great way to have some autonomy over how I simmed and shared content, without the peanut gallery yelling at me every stinking time I tried to upload something.
Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
It was part of a dumb silly little story I made for TSR back when Dragon Valley first came out, about how the gods blessed Sakura with a baby dragon. I reuploaded it on my simblr for the lulz. Don’t take it seriously, trust me, LOL.
Why did you choose your header?
It's from the same style of header/border I used way back in my TSR days.
What’s your post with the most notes?
My TS4 Rant - Still Unimpressed rant from back in 2015, jfc. It’s been HOW LONG since this wack AF mobile game in disguise was released? I can’t.
How many mutuals do you have?
How do we even tell anymore?
How many followers do you have?
A lot.
How many people do you follow?
Plenty. And I lurk even more.
Have you ever made a shitpost?
Sadly no; I’m not clever enough. U_U
How often do you use tumblr every day?
Barely at all lately; this new grad school I’m in is effing annoying; their numbers are woefully low, especially after the pandemic, so they’ve got me doing way too much work on crap that I don’t even specialize in; it’s really starting to tick me off. I didn’t come here for this crap.
Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?
I have stepped on soooooo many TS4 simmers’ toes, it’s hilarious. I’ve had EA sycophants and paywall apologists cuss me out in my PMs, IMs, reblogs, etc. I don’t engage--I post my rants for posterity, not to hash crap out with people. My beef is with EA directly.
How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?
My blog my rules. I reblog what i want, and post what I want, when I want.
Do you like tag games?
I lovelovelove questionnaires and games. I avoid tagging, because I’m always afraid I’ll leave someone out, and I don’t want people to think I don’t like them.
Do you like ask memes?
I don’t even wait around for people to send the asks--I always just answer all of them at once, LOL.
Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
Tumblr famous and Simblr famous are 2 different things. I've had quite a few Simblr famous mutuals, but what even is being Tumblr famous anymore? O_o
Do you have a crush on a mutual?
No, but I am deeply in love with several simblrs’ art styles and gameplay aesthetics, in TS2, 3 AND 4. Pure chef’s kiss. So inspirational; I wish I had more time to sim, and try new things!
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Thanks for reading!
I tag anyone; y’all know I can’t do this, pfft!
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lebkels · 5 months
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I Fasted from Social Media for 24 Hours
I was tasked to take a full 24 hours off social media. This meant no Instagram, TikTok, Twitter (X), Snapchat, or YouTube. I'm always online. It's constant. I knew this would be a challenge, and it certainly was. Here's a breakdown of my day.
10 AM- I woke up around this time and said to myself, "This is the day we do it!" and then instantly opened Instagram out of habit. I was feeling off this day so I decided to skip one of my classes. I went to my morning class as per usual. It was weird to not check my DMs the second I had a free moment.
11 AM- I had lunch in the dining hall. I had brought a book but my friends joined me. I was so distracted that I didn't even think of going online. However, the second I was out of the dining hall, I opened Instagram out of habit.
12 PM- I was back in my dorm resting instead of going to class. My partner woke up around this time. When they're awake, I'm on my phone more often since we're long-distance. I'll usually scroll social media while I wait for a text back. It was an odd change up to my day. The hardest part of the whole day happened here. I had learned about a new topic and couldn't scour the internet to learn more about it.
1 PM- I spent roughly an hour browsing Etsy and book giveaways on Goodreads. I got bored after a while and decided to draw some patches for my partner. I found a podcast about the previously mentioned topic and zoned out for a good while.
2 PM- I moved on from the patch designs to working on my senior art project. I wanted to use what would have been class time to keep working. I forgot about social media during this time. It was delightful.
3 PM- In my notes I wrote when doing this, there are two words under this time slot. "Radium Girls." All caps. I had stopped working around this time because I couldn't stop thinking about the Radium Girls of the 1920s. I spent a solid hour researching them.
4 PM- I bent the rules a little bit. I do social media for work. Unfortunately, no one else could post our weekly Wednesday meme, so I popped onto Instagram, uploaded it, and closed it again. Simple as that. Part of me is disappointed looking back, but I see it as something different since it's for work.
5 PM- Took a nap.
8 PM- Woke up and instantly went on Instagram out of habit. Can you guess what I do when I wake up?
9 PM- I got food with some friends and played a video game for a long while. It was a lot of fun.
10 PM- I always get a little burst of energy at night so I worked on some homework. Not much else.
11 PM- I was still working on homework but bounced between that and chatting with my roommate. I got kind of restless around this point, wanting to go scroll online. I eventually gave up on that and watched Friends with my roommate.
12 AM- I've never watched so much Friends. My roommate went to sleep and I was left alone. I wanted to go scroll Instagram so badly. It's been my nighttime regulation activity since I was about 15. It felt weird to just sit around in the dark.
1 AM- Yet again I have only written "Radium Girls." Did more research around this time.
2 AM- I got ready for bed and played games on my phone until I fell asleep. It was a weird day without social media. My 24 hours wasn't done yet, but I was.
10 AM- I woke up again and went on Instagram. I was back online again as if nothing ever happened.
Final Thoughts- Not my favorite thing I've ever done. It certainly proved a point and showed just how addicted I am to social media though. I learned that scrolling is a pacifier to me. It's the stimulation and regulation my brain craves all the time. Being distracted and having something else (e.g., drawing, crochet, TV) to stimulate me is a good alternative. It was an interesting experience, but I can't see myself doing this outside of anything for a class though.
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lpfreakification · 8 months
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Unorganized thoughts?
1. Felt quite on top of things during work tonight to make up for being lazy all week. Either that or hormones. Blaming period XP
2. Doodled during work felt good, too. I doodled another (human) Dratica head that made me realize that I need to practice drawing heads again. Tried to remember my proportions on the next doodle. Almost elongated the face again 😅 Lastly, doodled from a nicely rendered face of Cloud. Got the head/face shapes right, but the eyes = yikes? Could've done better on the eyes, ngl.
3. Made me feel nostalgic about how I used to draw from pictures on my PSP so often X3 (I miss it)
4. Summers this decade have been quite eventful.
2020 = COVID-19 Pandemic
2021 = Chris' gaming lovestreams + the start of my KH journey XD
2022 = online drawing sessions + shiny watercolors
2023 = successful summer plans >X) (+ Gensin)
5. The Void... what was once a dark hole where lost words go. Now, don't need it anymore :)
6. Thinking about doing the ReCoded finale b4 the semester starts on Sept 6th or closer to the date 🤔 That way, I can get Peli done in time.
7. So glad I'm not going to the beach tomorrow. It's usually an uncomfortable time bcuz of the heat, mosquitos, feeling worse about my belly in a bathing suit, the sand 🙃, ofteb awful timing bcuz of period, socializing XP, + not fond of going in the water (hydrophobic maybe?).
8. If DaArk's human name were to be Derrick, what would Dratica's human name be? 🤔 One time in Acting for Animators, one classmate thought he'd look like a "Blake." Dumbfounded, + yet, it's been lingering in my head since.
9. I wanna add some chub to some OCs so I can feel better about my belly 😖
10. Elephant :P I wanna draw an elephant?
11. I'm honestly don't like my phone's camera for taking pics of my doodles. I feel like they come out blurry no matter how many times I try to focus. That's the main reason for the lack of uploading doodles on IG X( I'll figure this out eventually XP
12. I pretend to be a viewer reading this. I ask myself, "Is this interesting?" Sometimes. Like a pen that writes, but then skips or like a light bulb burning bright but dims, flickers, or glows again.
13. I'm feeling more conscious about the top of my back + the back of my neck. Conscious of how I recline, how I lay in bed (side sleeper, i am), slouching, + bending over to doodle (to the point my whole face is up close to the paper 🙂).
14. Ew. My mind's imagining how much heavy breathing I've done while I painted. *thinks back to the last one I made* 😐 Thank goodness I did not get covid! (Maybe I did but didn't know).
15. Quite the physical toll on me this year. From January to March, I went to the gym. But wasn't feeling it + would feel quite sickly (like sneezing, constant runny nose, + got stomach flu for the 1st time?). From late March to early June, sitting on my butt for 2 months straight, doing two two-minute animations for a semester. It was such a wise decision to leave my main day job bcuz that was a lot of work for those animations. Noticed gray hairs for my bday. (I'm a 29yo lady!) Got super lazy after the semester until late June. Went back to kickboxing. July was a better productive month. Currently, August, where my period's sucking up my energy. Nah, I'm just being lazy again?
It's 11:48 pm + I can feel myself drifting off to sleep. Imma end it here. If they're going to the beach + the weather is favorable, then I can go out to the backyard to do something.
Nite yall!
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(OMG, I FOUND MY FAVORITE GIF AGAIN!)
(It's the "dreamplz" gif from DeviantArt)
(I used to end my posts w/ this gif all the time + I miss this so much 😭)
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pokemon insurgence god mode download work COJ%
💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Insurgence, v, , Primary Secondary. Reborn, v, , Primary Secondary. Uranium, v, , Primary Secondary. What do I do to fix things after the cheat table breaks? I can't use the "mode hack" anymore because all the "address" values changed to a value. Pokemon Insurgence is a popular RPG maker XP Pokemon game. The game has over a million of downloads and very popular fan made Pokemon game. 7 Post by Taha » Sun Sep 10, am. Post by Sol » Mon Nov 06, am. Post by longxa » Sat Nov 18, am. Post by Arjomi » Tue Dec 12, pm. Post by turntechGodhead » Fri Jan 26, pm. Post by Arjomi » Fri Mar 02, pm. Post by Scheimann » Wed Aug 04, am. Post by Zinkuy » Sun May 08, am. Quick links. Pokemon Insurgence Upload your cheat tables here No requests. It depends on the save file To enable a hack just activate the address. If you can't activate the hack you can try restart your game and retry until it works. Steps,The id of the reward,reward and time. The first thing u have to do is to activate the time address. Just right click it and select the "Toggle Selected Records". W8 like 15 seconds it if that worked properly in the above address "Your time" a value like should appear and Time should be activated. Sometimes it won't even work after 5 tries but just keep retrying. If i want my pokemon to become shiny I only have to change Reward to 9 And if i want to change my pokemons nature to Hasty i need to change Reward to 7 and Reward id to 23 The Pokepon hack maybe does not work for you I just have to activate the Hack and change the "Item ID" to then i can go to the market and buy as many as i want. The Item will react normal by the time you restart. Xpos And Y pos will Determine your position in the map. Just refresh the map by pressing button "P" and there you go Your X-pos And Y-pos must never end in 0 or 2 or 4 or 6 or 8 otherwise you are going to crash So lets say i want to teleport To Midna town. I change map to Midna's town ID which is 87 and put a random ypos and xpos. I Now refresh the map and I teleported into a wall and now I can't move. If i want to move i have to teleport my self one block lower. Activate the hack and just Put the ID of the map you want You can't chose y and x pos for this one as x pos is always 29 and y pos So If you don't want to get stucked into a wall better do the walk through walls hack After u place the ID you have to, get defeated into a battle and you will spawn into the map you want. Activate the hack as you normaly have to. Go to Poke Center and go downstairs Enter your secret base from the bookcase and then change the Vallue to the ID of the map you want. Then just exit ur secret base and u will be teleported to the place you want. Instead of Dratiny you are going to get the pokemon you want to. Activate the Hack as always,enter a grotto and if it has a pokeball by changing the address appeared you can determine the item it will give you. If it has a pokemon you can determine the pokemon you are going to battle. Scan for unknown initial value Do one step and search for decreased value by 2. Repeat it until you find all the values u need. Party Debug mode will unlock another option in your party. Install Cheat Engine Double-click the. CT file in order to open it. Click the PC icon in Cheat Engine in order to select the game process. Keep the list. Activate the trainer options by checking boxes or setting values from 0 to 1. You do not have the required permissions to view the files attached to this post. By 50 trys it does not function. Can anyone help please? Re: Pokemon Insurgence Post by longxa » Sat Nov 18, am Anyone know how to fix the trainer once it broke? Found this thread on google, worked twice for me but now it broke, tried to uninstall everything related to the game but doesn't work. The video has been removed. On day 5 of soft resetting trying to get my shiny starter lol Got my hopes up when I saw this x. Re: Pokemon Insurgence Post by Zinkuy » Sun May 08, am wondering the same thing as Scheimann, would love an update for this because none of it works for me.
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cityonlinementor · 2 years
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agentsoftie · 3 years
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marry me? — spencer reid | ch.1
— false engagements
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summary: the one where you propose to your brothers girlfriend for him, and your boyfriend just happens to witness it
spencer r & fem! reader : 1.5k
warnings: pure fluff and confusion
authors note: a series! guys! ahh! omg! i can’t believe it! i’ll try to upload once a week with this series my loves! but ahhhh, i can’t believe it! hope you guys like this first chapter! also, thanks @feverdreamreid for reviewing this. love you kenna <3
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“Y/N, Y/N, could you come here real quick?” Mark nagged.
You and your brother, Mark, were both forced to go to a family reunion. And by forced I mean, they were forced to bring their partners. Mark and Y/N tried to stay away from family reunions, especially when it means coming with their partners. Because every time they came with them, the baby pictures and the awkward stories always came.
“What do you want Mark?” You sneered as you followed him into the empty room. 
“Okay, woah, um, I’m gonna propose to Christy tonight ... I think.” 
You were amused, “What? Oh my gosh! Do you have a ring? When did you know? Am I gonna have a sister-in-law?”
“Calm down Y/N,” he hushed while looking out the door to make sure no one heard. “To answer your questions, yes, I do have the ring on me, and no you can’t see it. And I just knew one night that I loved her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.”
“Mark! That’s spectacular! The only thing, can you wait for Spencer to come?”
“Y/N, I’m not gonna wait for your boyfriend to come and just so he can watch me either get a wife or be rejected. Plus who knows if he’s even gonna show?”
“Hey, okay, that’s kinda harsh. You know Spencer with his job! He travels a lot! It’s part of his work! He really does care for me you know. And, if you would bother to talk to him like one-on-one without me being there, you might actually become friends.” You said, defending Spencer. Good thing he wasn’t here yet, or else he would never let go of this.
“Okay well, I haven’t even proposed to her so whatever.”
“Speaking of that, you got something planned?”
“Well um,-” He was cut off by Christy walking in.
 “Oh, there you two are! I was looking all around! Now come on,” she chirped while grabbing both of our hands. “Nana Rose found some new pictures!” And you both looked at each other with the same look you do every time they invite you over for a reunion.
Quickly letting go you rushed into the kitchen to pour yourself some wine. And by some, I mean lots. Quickly chugging it down, you noticed that people were gathering around the fireplace and so to find out why you quickly put your glass down and went over there. And to your surprise, there was Mark, in the middle of the living room on one knee.
A couple of people around him murmured some things, but he, on the other hand, couldn’t say anything.
“I- Christy um- I’ve- um-” He stuttered. It was almost as if he couldn’t move. 
“Wow okay, I’m doing this.” You muttered under your breath while tapping on his shoulder to signal him to get up.
“Christy,” you said getting down on one knee. “Imagine as if I’m Mark right now, it will make things much easier, trust me. Christy, ever since the first time I met you and your beautiful blue eyes, I could t get you off my mind. Even if it took me 5 months to admit that I liked you, I’m glad I did. Because every day waking up to you, is a day I leave the house with a smile on my face. And frankly Chris, I like that feeling! And I want to feel it every day! So will you ... Christy Brie ... Marry me?”
“Yes ... Yes! Yes! Yes! Of course, I will! Mark, I love you!” She cheered as he quickly ran and hugged Mark. You got up and looked around, and saw him. Your boyfriend, Spencer. Standing in awe and amusement.
“I can explain.” You said as you went up to him.
“Oh I’m sure you can,” he smirked while trying to hide his laughter.
Mark and Christy came over right after and immediately went for a hug. “Oh Y/N I love you so much! I would marry you right on the spot if you didn’t have a boyfriend!” Mark nudged her a little, “oh yes and I wasn’t getting married!”
“Y/N/N how did you know what to say?” He asked. 
“Mark, every time we’re together, all you do is talk about her. That’s all you do.” You deadpanned.
At this time, Christy had just hugged Spencer, “Spencer, I can imagine the shock on your face coming in, I’m so sorry if you felt any discomfort. I promise I’m not trying to get with your girlfriend.” 
“Christy, It’s fine don’t worry. All that matters is that you, Y/N, and Mark are happy.” He kept his hands in his pockets, slowly jumping up and down, with a very mediocre expression on his face. You could tell he wasn’t uncomfortable, more just tired. Trying not to say that many words. His hair was still a little messy, and his socks were mismatched. It had looked like he just came from work since he was still wearing the suit he had left the house in.
Spencer and you had been dating for 3 years now. You moved in after the second though. He thought that it would make things easier on both of your ends. Not having to drive almost an hour to see each other. So you moved in with him (saying he had to go to work at a moment’s notice). Of course, you both did fight sometimes … It’s completely normal. No couple would never fight. Not even the best of them.
Although, sometimes … Most of the time, it would be about his work. You knew of course that his work was important. But sometimes even that couldn’t cut it. One time, you got vigorously mad at him when he missed a date. Of course, it wouldn’t make sense to get into an argument over something so small, but he had been promising you about this date for over two months. And this time, you weren’t gonna take any of his “oh I got stuck in work” or “I just got too caught up in a lot of paperwork”.
You had both seated for dinner now, all of you had. Your mom and aunt had just brought the warm food in, and you couldn’t wait to dive in. 
“So, Mark,” my mother asked, “When are you guys getting married?”
“Mom,” he chuckled, “We just got engaged. We haven’t had enough time to talk about it.” 
“Sure, sure.” She said in defeat. “Well, at least now I’ll have another daughter! You know how much your dad and I wanted girls! But, we got stuck with you and your brother Luke instead. Thankfully we had Y/N after. But even she left us. Promise you won’t leave me, Christy. Promise me.” 
“Mom!” Mark and you both yelled in unison, causing everyone to laugh a little. 
“I promise that I’m never going to leave you, Lucy,” Christy said chuckling. 
“And Spencer now that Mark and Christy are off the market, when will you be proposing to my dear- dear Y/N?”
“Mom!” You yelled, jumping up slightly. 
“I- um-” he stuttered. 
You grabbed his hand from underneath the table. “You, you can’t ask that question to people. Especially my boyfriend!” You yelled in a hushed whisper voice. 
“Oh, you can’t ask anything nowadays! Did you know that your father and I got married when we were only 25!”
“Mmm, okay well Mark’s almost 30, so nag him instead of me.” 
“Okay, okay, no more fighting, I’m hungry. So can we eat?” Mark asked.
 “Let’s eat!” Your mom said.
It was around 10 pm now, and you had just gotten home. Deciding to leave early, and a good thing too, because right after you left you got a text from Mark saying “SOS, Nana’s telling stories! Please save me!!!!”
“Okay,” you said getting into your bed, “I should probably explain what happened back there. If the whole proposal thing.”
“I think I already know what happened, but go ahead.” He spoke as he turned on his alarms for the morning. He didn’t really need it, but you did so he always put them on. 
“Okay so, Mark had told me that he wanted to propose and I was like ‘What that’s amazing!’ and he’s like ‘Yeah, I know’ and so he does it but he can’t say anything. So me being the amazing and incredible little sister I am, got down on one knee for his girlfriend and proposed to her for him.”
He simply just laughed. 
Laughed.
That’s all he did.
“Hey! You could at least say ‘I’m proud of you, or something! It’s not that difficult you know.”
“Y/N, Y/N calm down. You know I love you. And I’m really happy you did that for your brother … Happy now?”
“Whatever,” you mumbled while snuggling into him. “I’m tired, so goodnight.”
He kissed your forehead before turning off the lamp. Quickly, he made sure that you were asleep. He turned the lights on and then off 4 times to make sure you had no reaction, and then he called his friend.
“Derek, hey,” he whispered, while looking at you for any sign of movement, “think I’m finally ready … I wanna marry her.”
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3.19.22 Saturday-- I hate you Cavite!
8:03 am...Having the windblow and I feel bad that my messenger can't upload music on my story though,I already updated it... It is so unfair... It should be automatic that I have a feature of songs to add but I don't have it...
I wanna leave this fucking hometown... They don't like me from the start...They just have their own personal agenda...
10:07 am...
I'm jealous of Cavite...I'm hurting... Having the windblow and that super tagalog group, I'm jealous of them here...
11:51 noon...
Hmm....This Uncle DD got the entire 100k again for all the expenses here... And he needs to shoulder the seratide puff of my grandmother. They will just show that as if their own money but coming only from Japan...
I wanna leave this hometown... And last food meal this lunch...
15 years My God... What will happen to me?
4:54 pm...
Having the windblow... I feel bitter here in Cavite!
10:17 pm...
Still,having the windblow... I feel panic and bitter... I really wanted to leave this fucking Cavite/Philippines...
15 years of nothingness here,coz of this windblow trap!
I feel bitter and hurt here in Cavite/Philippines. I feel jealous for that 15 years why they like me now? Coz they can't go in on something??? Their personal goal to leave me, from the past...
I want new upper friends who can pull me up... I feel frustrated... Hating this windblow trap.
youtube
10:56 pm...
Yehey! I'm able to put music on my story in my messenger...
HEY! MIKE???
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Collect Call From... TAYLOR SWIFT
Blender Magazine (final, unpublished issue from May 2009) // By Josh Eells
Each month, one lucky rock star phones Blender HQ for seven days straight, just to, you know, share. Now on the line: country-pop princess.
DAY 1: FEBRUARY 24th, 3:51 pm
Swift calls from Nashville, where she lives with her parents and younger brother. “I’m so happy to be home! I’ve been in Europe for two weeks. I got back two nights ago and spent half of yesterday sleeping. This is my only week off for months, but I categorize vacations differently than most people. I don’t care if I’m doing interviews from when I wake up till I go to sleep, as long as l’m in my own bed, that’s a day off.  This morning I went to some of the radio stations in town, said hi to program directors. Then I met with my stylist - we talked about tour outfits. And now I’m getting dressed for my brother Austin’s lacrosse game. He plays goalie - this is his first game as starter. His friends used to tease him about me, but now he's six two and built. I don’t think they make jokes anymore.”
DAY 2: FEBRUARY 25th, 4:14 pm
Swift phones from home, where she’s “lounging on the couch under a quilt” and playing with her dogs, Baby (a Doberman) and Bug (a mini Pinscher). “Austin did great! His team won, and he kept a bunch of balls out of the goal. Afterwards I went with my friend Emily to a Nashville Predators game. I did a commercial for them, so they hook me up with tickets when I’m in town. There’s a couple of cute guys, but I think they’re all married. I totally cheer and do the fang-finger thing. Last night they put me on the JumboTron, and you could literally see the wave of people getting up to come over. I’m still getting used to the fact that being stared at is part of my day - in high school it meant I had something on my face. The fact that my albums has been No. 1 for 10 weeks - it’s unbelievable. But this week looks a little questionable: The Jonas Brothers have an album out, too. Hmm.”
DAY 3: FEBRUARY 26th, 5:30 pm
Swift dials in from the road In Nashville, where she’s stuck In rush-hour traffic. "I just shot a video with my friend Kellie [Pickier] for a song we wrote together. It’s about ex-boyfriends. In the video I am kind of her trouble-making sidekick - I wore this strapless studded dress with a zipper up the front. The whole day I was afraid someone was gonna walk by and unzip me. It would have taken half a second to ruin my day. Oh, my God, last night I fell asleep on the couch watching CSI: NY. I was out at like 7, but at some point I dragged myself to bed, and apparently in my haze I turned the heat up to 95! I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, with my poor cat lying on the floor panting. I made myself an ice bath and called my friend Emma in LA - she was in Superbad - and she kept me company for two hours while I cooled down.”
DAY 4: FEBRUARY 27th, 4:37 pm
Swift rings from the music room at her house, where she’s teaching herself how to play piano. “I’m still not caught up from my jet lag. Today I woke up at 5:30, ate same cereal and fell back asleep on the couch. I didn’t sleep long though, because we had rehearsal this morning. Kenny Chesney was rehearsing next door, so we chatted for a bit. Nashville is a really small town. I still live with my parents because I’m never home long enough to move out. And I don’t go to bars, because I’m 19 and scared of breaking rules. Besides Kellie and my best friend Abigail, who moved to Kansas, most of my friends are in LA. And boys aren’t even an issue right now. I categorize guys as “talking”, “nominees” - people you feel like you could someday date - and “dating”. Right now I don’t even have nominees. I don’t even have potential future nominees! But I’m used to being single. Before my last relationship [with Joe Jonas] I was single for like two years. It’s sort of my thing.”
DAY 5: FEBRUARY 28th, 12:50 pm
Swift checks in from her mom’s car with some medical news. “So, I’m driving to the doctors office. I burned my face with a curling iron! Don’t worry, I’m fine - I’ll call you after we’re done. [She phones a few hours later.] OK. What happened was, I woke up at 6 am and decided to curl my hair. I guess l was still asleep, because I slipped and burned my face under my right eye. It hurt really bad, but I didn’t think much of it. I edited and uploaded a MySpace video - unhindered by the fact that my face was melting off - and went downstairs, and my dad was like, ‘Oh, my God!’ I guess it was worse than I realized. So we went to the dermatologist. She gave me a prescription for some burn cream - I’m not sure what it is, but it has a lot of syllables. The good news is I’m expected to make a full recovery.”
DAY 6: MARCH 1st, 10:03 pm
Swift phones from Plant City, Florida, where she lust performed at the world famous Florida Strawberry Festival. “This place is strawberry city! When we landed, there were official Strawberry Festival minivans waiting to pick us up, driven by people in strawberry shirts. In the dressing room there were bushels of the most beautiful, gigantic chocolate covered strawberries I’ve ever seen. It’s like they welded three together! And this afternoon I met the Strawberry Festival Queen and her court. They were dressed in red and looked very sparkly. It was cold for Florida, like 55 and rainy, but everybody bundled up and had a great time. Afterward we had a police escort, which always makes you feel cool, and we’re taking a private jet, which is even cooler. On the way to the airport all these kids were trying to hurl themselves on our car - it was pretty frantic for a second. But thankfully no one got hurt. That’s why it was cool.”
DAY 7: MARCH 2nd, 12:50 pm
On her last day at home, Swift calls from her favorite couch, where she’s enjoying the view of Old Hickory Lake. “It’s freezing in Tennessee! It’s like 29 degrees, and I’m sitting here packing sundresses and flip-flops for two weeks in Australia. That and downloading movies for the 20,000-hour flight I’m about to embark on. I have three goals for this trip. One, get a tan. Two, go to the beach. And three, debut my new summer wardrobe. Oh, and four, play some good shows and make an impact on Australia! Ha. I don’t go into most situations thinking I’m going to win. I’ve never even won a raffle. These blessings I’ve had lately are more amazing than I could have ever imagined. We got the new projections today, and It’s looking like we’re going to be No.1 again. Does it feel a little sweeter this week? [Laughs] Yeah - just a little.”
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Back to You | 12
Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet
A/N: THIS TOOK SO LOOOOOOOOOOOONG TO UPDLOAD!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh, I spent the past 2 days trying to upload this from my mobile data whih is honestly so slow when I’m on tumblr, luckily our internet got fixed today. Hope all of you are well during this time and stay indoors guys! Now that I’m just at home, I’ll be sure to write more. I just finished Never Have I Ever, and I loved the series soooooooooo much!!!! Do you guys have any suggestions of shows like that?? I know it’s a bit short but I plan on making the chapters shorter so it’s easier for me to finish a chapter, lol. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING SO PATIENT! and I just want to let you guys know that this isn’t the end of Back to You yet! It’s just the end of the Italy arc of it all. I love you guys! As always, let me now what you think ! <3<3<3
Word count: 1,915
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You wake up back in your room, on your bed but still in last night's clothes. You don't see your phone anywhere near you so it must be out in the living room somewhere. You get up, stretching then changed in more comfortable pajamas as you head out to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.
"Armie." You grin with a sleepy daze on your face as you greet the older actor, but unlike any other time, he doesn't grin back or even call your name in greeting. Instead, he swallows whatever was in his mouth, pushing the chair in front of him forward with his foot.
"We need to talk."
You'd never heard Armie sound like this so you immediately follow his orders.
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, a classic stressed Armie movie. He must have been bothered by something, perhaps something that you did?
"Listen Y/N, I really thought we reached an understanding back at the hike…" he sighs again, "But I'm almost done with filming and will be heading back to LA for a new movie after this so I won't even have time to contact either of you two and I can only hope for the best, but I have to tell you Y/N, as much as I like you. You're being very selfish." 
You feel your mouth go slightly agape as Armie's words sink in, "Do you notnunderstand how much you've been hurting Timothee? Choosing your ex over him? Leaving him alone with an old friend of the two of you who Timothee doesn't even know? He got here at 7 PM, Y/N. He sat around doing nothing and waited for you while you were off with your ex."
"Armie, you don't understand, it's not that simple-"
"Bullshit, it's not that simple." He hits the table in frustration, "I told him yesterday to get some rest, to forget about you because there are other girls out there, but he still waited for you. How could you do that to him?"
His eyebrows were furrowed, "How could you hurt this boy who has done nothing but show you that he understands you and is willing to wait for you? How could you just let this guy who's so willing to be hurt if it's for your sake, be hurt by you?"
You feel the tears fall from your eyes as you blink, "Armie, I'm sorry, I'm such a jerk. Thimothee should hate me-"
"Yeah, yeah you are a jerk." His voice falters, "and don't tell me you're sorry. Tell that to Timothee, you owe it to him at the least. Tell him how you feel and what you've decided." He looks at you for a second as you contemplate asking him where Timothee is, "He left earlier to pick up your ex and his friend to take them to the train station. They got an earlier ticket."
You rush to your room, get dressed and bolt out the house, grabbing your phone from the coffee table, as you run out the street to hail a cab.
You sit in the cab agitated as you unlock your phone, bombarded with texts and calls from a mixture of Timothee, Haz, and Tom.
You told Tom last night you'd give him an answer, so this is what you were finally going to do. You grab a fistfull of money from your pocket and shove your hand through the middle of the cab, not caring if you paid too much and you bolt out of your seat and onto the train station.
You spot the pale blonde boy among a sea of people by the baggage dropoff and you grab hold of his shoulders, "Where's Tom!?"
Haz blinks at you in surprise, "Y/N! Thank god. He was gonna wait for you and our departure is in 30 minutes, you need to talk to him. He's by the ticket booth."
You push past people, tears in your eyes growing heavy as you see him. Eyes red and swollen probably from crying too.
"Y/N!" He calls out for you looking relieved, reaching his hand out for you to take.
You clasp on it tightly, "Tom." You wipe the tears in your eyes with the sleeve of your free arm, "I'm here to tell you."
He bites his bottom lip, noticing your lack of bags, "Y/N. Let's fix it, let's fix us." He grabs both your hands and he rests his forehead on yours, "Let's leave all this bullshit behind, let's finally start our family and live like normal people. We can travel the world."
You shut your eyes, relishing in Tom's atmosphere, "Tom, you love your job." You sigh, "And just because having a normal, quiet life is something I've always wanted, doesn't mean that's what you need to want too." You sigh, "Why did you come here?"
The tears spring to his eyes, "Because I don't want to be without you, Y/N. And this was my last chance. I was so willing to leave everything behind because having everything without you would just be nothing." He clutches your hands tight, "Because after this, I don't know if I can ever even talk to you again. Because I decided to choose you over this life that I worked so hard for, because my management team in Marvel is making me do something that means I can't talk to you anymore and you're going to end up hating me for it and I can't live with that and I can't live without you. Because, I-I want to choose you, and I'd choose you over and over and over again. Because I want to be with you…" he trails off, "But that isn't what you want, is it?" His smile is sad but understanding, a true love.
You shake your head gently, "Tom, we were perfect even in the ways we weren't but I have to see where things end up with Timothee. He was there for me. I need to live a life without you in it to live for myself." You hold his cheek in your hand, "And I love you. I always will, but now isn't the time for us. I want you to choose your dreams over me. Right now, we have to live our own lives without each other. I can't have you throwing your dreams away because of me. And I've needed you and leaned on you for so long that it took me this long to realize I have to live without you to learn to be who I am. Timothy's like me. He needs me… and I needed you. But I need to live a life where I don't any more." 
He sighs, accepting your decision, slowly bringing his face to yours as your tears mixed with his in a tender kiss. He breaks apart first, leaning his forehead against yours again, "Bye Y/N. I really hope we find our way back to each other one day." 
You embrace him tight as the sob reverbitates through your body, "Bye Tom. I love you. I always will." You kiss him on the cheek, letting him go as he boards the train, leaving you on the platform looking vulnerable with your long sleeves covering your hands as you clutched them together, you kiss you fingers lifting that same hand to say goodbye, and the train moves on, farther and farther until you couldn't see it anymore and there weren't anymore people on the platform.
You walk out the station, already recognizing the mop of brown curly hair and you sit next to him quietly.
"I saw you, running out the cab, even when you took out all your money and gave it to the guy and I thought, how the hell does this goober think she's getting home?" He chuckles.
You look at him quietly, "With you." You answer surely.
Timothee's laugh is cut short.
You turn to face him, "Because you're always there for me, and you always will be."
He tries to look at something else aside from your face but you grab his face in both of your hands and make him look at you.
"How could I not?"
You speak quietly, "You should hate me."
He sighs, "But I don't." He rolls his eyes playfully, "And I never could." 
You sigh, "But you should. Because I've treated you like crap since Tom got here and I've been so unfair to you. You should scream at the air and then at me because I've done nothing but hurt you, and you should tell me that you want nothing to do with me and tell me you hope that you don't meet anyone like me ever again. You should call me a bad person, because I am and a user because I've always taken advantage of you being nice to me. You should tell Luca how terrible of a person I am and maybe, just maybe he'll write me out of the movie so that you at least don't have to see me for the rest of filming. You should hate me for everything I've done to you." You sob.
His hand reaches out to grab your own, pulling you down so you were sitting next to him, "I don't want to scream at you. I normally wouldn't but given that look you're giving me while you're crying your eyes out, I especially don't want to. Who cares if I've gotten hurt? We're actors, we have to feel things for the sake of our art." He wipes the tears from your cheeks, smiling sadly, "And if I let you go now, then I really don't meet anyone like you ever again and I don't want that. You aren't a bad person, Y/N."
"But I am!" You cry, "You don't deserve what I've been doing to you-"
"I don't care." He shrugs, "Simple as that, I don't care if you hurt me, make me into your punching bag for all I care, all I care about is the calm look in your eyes when we're together, how your laugh sounds like bells, the way your nose crinkles when you laugh at my corny jokes, or even the way you run your hands through your hair when you're stressed. I don't feel alone when I'm with you, Y/N and you always take care of me and you didn't even shy away when I was having that panic attack a few days ago. So how could you ever expect me to hate you when all I want to do is love you and all you've ever done for me is make me feel less alone and loved? How could anyone ever expect me to hate you when I see you like how I see you?" 
You two sit there for a while, just staring at each other, "Did you talk to him?"
You nod, "I did. And I told him what I wanted to do with the situation we were in."
His face drops slightly, "Oh."
You nod, "I told him I wanted to be with you."
His face brightens in surprise, "Oh."
You nod along, "Yeah."
"Then, can I-?"
You scoff, "I'd be insulted if you didn't" you laugh as he pulls you in for a kiss.
He breaks apart first, firehead resting against yours, "What happens after Italy?"
You sigh, eyes still closed, "We'll get there when we get there."
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jmkitsune · 3 years
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BUT hey ya know all in all
IF/When tumblr tries this whole subscription bullshit
I reminder you
I got patreon and honestly its mostly cause it directly supports the whole twitch/youtube/writing stuff I do
there are 4 tiers
Economic : 5 bucks a month (same as a twitch sub BUT I get the cash not Bezos) ((there are 100 slots for these each month)
Basic: 10 a month (two twitch months sub but again NOT going to bezos or google) (100 slots here too)
Gamer Patron: 60 a month- you can tell me what game to buy with your 60 bucks to stream/record and it'll be done (within reason) (5 slots as I figure it'll mean like 5 new games at a time .-.)
WHO ARE YOU!? tier- 100 a month- I'll go stream/record me using some cash to buy a model (gundam/zoids) or lego model kit, build it and hang out with chat or something I'll show you options and you can pick what gets purchased (10 slots a month cause...like WHO THE FUCK GOT THAT MONEY THEY WANNA DROP ON ME?!)
twitch: 3-4 streams a week (ideally)
Mon-Wed 6/6:30 PM EST until like 9-10 EST
youtube: 7 days a week uploads from previous streams and recorded content off stream (each upload goes up at noon EST
tiktok- OCCASIONALLY I am able to find the energy to make cosplay stuff or meme content (currently would like to make a mando/jedi cosplay but ya know MONEY)
also with the country opening back up (GET VAXED KIDS) money can help towards cons or travel in general
writing- well have you tried paying for being a writer to get editing and published? its expensive lol
POINT IS TLDR- instead of giving your money to tumblr to see my posts/my crap- just go support me on patreon, I'll provide tons of gaming content on youtube and twitch and be able to afford to do more in the future (bills suck yo)
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Hi I’ve got an issue here. A lot of my friends are pretty racist people. I didn’t know they were racist when we became friends 5 years ago, and only found out that they’re incredibly racist recently. (No exaggeration- they openly say they hate black people and Muslims.) I want to yell at them about their stupidity, but I happen to be a huge coward. I want to break off the friendship because talking to them leaves me feeling angry and disgusting. But I don’t have other friends so I’m stuck. Help.
Hi love, 
Thank you for contacting Asking Jude. I’m so sorry to hear that. I know it’s incredibly disheartening to learn that people you care about can be so hateful towards people based on their skin color or religious beliefs. It’s okay to be angry and disgusted by their behavior. It’s okay to want to yell at them, but that won’t solve anything. It will just make them defensive and the situation possibly worse. 
Speaking up against racism and islamophobia in a group where that is the majority mindset is really difficult. It’s difficult because, as humans, we need to feel accepted and part of our “in-groups.” Due to that, we tend not to speak up against the majority, especially when we are the only one that disagrees with them. So that’s why you’re scared to speak up. However, I think that you must try to speak to them and try to get them to understand that their ideology is hateful. Keep in mind that they may not want to be educated and remain in their ignorance. 
I found these articles and guides that I think are an excellent place to start with anti-racism rhetoric: 
https://healourcommunities.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/NDORH_ConversationGuide_2019_V6_12-10-18-FINAL_proofed.pdf. 
https://www.vice.com/en_in/article/59nz5z/how-to-deal-with-friends-family-who-are-racist-sexist-or-bigoted. 
https://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/people/how-to-deal-with-racist-people. 
https://www.vox.com/identities/2016/11/15/13595508/racism-research-study-trump. 
https://www.tolerance.org/magazine/publications/speak-up/six-steps-to-speak-up. 
Even after speaking with your friends and they don’t want to change, then sadly, you may have to decide to end your friendships. This is especially true if you know you can’t possibly stand their bigotry. Not having any other friends shouldn’t stop you from ending friendships if you know that you can’t remain friends. The friendship will only become toxic and tense. You will find other friends, and you don’t have to wait to make them. Here are a few more guides on how to deal with racist friends: 
https://thebolditalic.com/how-to-tell-a-racist-friend-that-s-not-ok-the-bold-italic-san-francisco-1c43990b9e0c. 
https://stylecaster.com/how-to-end-friendship-racism/.
https://www.herstoriesproject.com/2015/06/what-to-do-when-your-friends-and-family-make-racist-comments/. 
https://www.verywellmind.com/how-to-end-friendship-4174037.
Here are some articles on how to make friends: 
https://www.helpguide.org/articles/relationships-communication/making-good-friends.htm. 
https://getthefriendsyouwant.com/how-to-make-friends-a-12-step-guide/.
In addition to the resources above, I recommend that you utilize helplines for added support. Hotlines are excellent resources because they are free, confidential, and available 24/7. Here are my suggestions: 
Crisis Text Line: Text “HOME” to 741741 to speak with a crisis counselor. 
7 Cups of Tea: Visit www.7cup.com or download their app (IOS or Google Play) to create an account. Once you have, you can talk with trained volunteers and/or participate in support groups. 
CONTACT Helpline offers emotional support listening-Call 800-932-4616 to chat with a counselor. 
YouthLine: In case you are a teenager, I am including this peer-run helpline. From 4-10 pm pacific time, you can talk with a teen volunteer. Any other time, you will be connected with an adult. There are four different ways to access their hotline, which you can view at https://oregonyouthline.org/. 
I hope that you and your friends can have a healthy conversation about race and religion. I hope that your friends are willing to change their mindset, but if they don’t, please prepare yourself in case you have to leave your friend group. It’s okay to mourn and miss them. If you need any more support, please don’t hesitate to come back to Asking Jude. 
P.S check out Asking Jude’s YouTube channel for helpful videos at www.youtube.com/c/AskingJude. 
Love, 
Meggan 
Asking Jude will continue to offer free peer counselling services on askingjude.org—a faster, more efficient alternative to Tumblr. Please, create your account and receive 24/7 support from the Asking Jude Team and fellow community members. Support our breathtaking transformation!
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abovethesmokestacks · 5 years
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I’ve love literally everything you have written for this 3k celebration! Can we get “The date didn’t go well.  Yeah, she/he didn’t like how I kept mentioning all of our adventures.” With Sam Wilson please :)
Adventures In Avoiding Adventures
It’s one of those nights when you can’t settle. The buzz of a successful mission, adrenaline that is hard to bleed out of your system, your mind preoccupied. Some of the nightshift staff at the tower has jokingly begun calling you the Ghost because of how many times you’ve inadvertently scared the bejesus out of them by walking around the building at night.
Tonight, you’re doing your rounds earlier. Technically, you are on light concussion protocol and should be in bed, but you’re too antsy and worked up to comply with that. You can deal with the no tech, no driving, no loud noises, but the adrenaline is still killing you. Walking is not technically strenuous activity, and the tower is mostly dark where you’re roaming. You’ll just walk down like ten floors and then take the elevator back up. Easy. Cake walk.You could sneak some from the communal kitchen and make it an actual cake walk.
“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”
The voice sends you almost jumping out of your skin just as you’re opening the fridge, and the sound of the plate clattering to the floor is like a shriek right in your ear. Whirling around, you find Sam sitting on the counter in the opposite end of the room, apparently also in the mood for cake.
“Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me?” you hiss at him, only because screaming would hurt. “What the hell are you doing sitting in the dark like a creep?”
“Says the one the staff call the Ghost. I think Barnes is starting to take offense that you’re trespassing on his turf.”
Rolling your eyes, you pick up your plate, “Shut up. And if Barnes wants to have his moniker back he can fight me for it.”
Cutting an obscenely big slice, you close the door, and the room falls into dusky darkness once more. Sam leans over to flip a switch, turning on the spots inset into the cabinets. You wonder what his excuse is, he usually taps out by 10 pm. Or closer to 4 am because he’s-
Wait a minute.
“Why are you home? Didn’t you have a date?”
There’s a second’s hesitation where Sam’s hand stills before digging into his slice of cake.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Tire her out already?”
Sam sighs, sets down his spoon and looks up at you, "The date didn't go very well.” He chuckles at your expression, your eyebrows almost up by your hairline. “Yeah, she... didn't like how I kept mentioning all of our adventures.”
To be fair, some of them have been actual adventures. Missions that took a very unexpected “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you”-turn. Sam still has trust issues with the elderly after the instance with the gun running grannies. For the most part, though, your adventures have mostly been of the drunken variety. Boarding the wrong train at the end of a long night, accidentally ending up in the Bronx and walking around Van Cortlandt Park for two hours before realizing you were not in Central Park. A certain karaoke performance at a certain dive bar that you ended up having to beg F.R.I.D.A.Y to intercept any possible video clips being uploaded because you did not need that floating around the internet.
“Sam… You should know better than to talk about another girl when you’re on a date,” you chastise him gently, shaking your head.
“I didn’t mean to!” Sam defends himself, crumbs flying from his mouth. “She just asked questions and, you know, we’re on the same team, we go on missions, we hang out.”
“Yeah, and you also hang out with Bucky and Rhodey, did they pop up in these stories?”
“Yes… okay, fine, not as much. I can’t help it that you’re a goddamn magnet for trouble.”
Scoffing, you clutch at your chest in mock-offense, “Excuse you, I am a saint and the reason you’re still not wandering around up in the Bronx!”
“And I am the reason you’re still not glued to that stage singing-”
You point at him with the spoon, shaking it at him, “Do not. Bring that up. You were just as guilty as I am for that night, or are we ignoring the fact that you brought the Jack?”
“Only because you were out of José!”
“What was I supposed to do, tell you to hold that thought and run down to the closest liquor store for a fresh bottle so we could get drunk on tequila together?” you rambled between bites of cake, quite possibly making crumbs rain just as vigorously as Sam had.
“I mean, in hindsight, a dinner would have been better, but yeah!” Sam retorted, shrugging his shoulders.
“Fine. You and I, dinner, once I’m off concussion protocols. You pick a place and make it fancy because I doubt I can get into trouble wearing heels and anything formal.”
Sam furrowed his brow, looking at you as if waiting for you to tell him you were joking. When you didn’t, simply glared at him, a smile started tugging at his lips.
“Are you asking me out?”
“No!”
(okay, maybe, a little)
“You told me to have dinner with you.” Ugh, that stupid singsong-y voice he got when he thought he was winning.
“Pick. A damn. Place, Wilson, or I swear next time we end up in the wrong borough, I will leave you there.”
“You’re so cute when you’re asking me out.”
“Sam, god damn it!”
He chuckled, finished off his cake and came up to rinse off the plate in the sink next to you. Nudging you, he met your gaze with a smile that was less teasing.
“Be ready in… say, 48 hours?”
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nettheworldonfire · 4 years
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Snotstorm
When it rains, it pours...snot. And puke.
Charlie had an unproductive cough at Olive’s six month appointment on January 27th and the doctor diagnosed him with croup - two days before we left for Disney. We were lucky and the steroids knocked it out of him in three days. He was fine then through February 8th; just had a runny nose, but otherwise seemed to be himself. On the 11th, we went back to the doctor because he had a bad cough and congestion, and very little appetite. They said it was a viral cold or flu and to just get plenty of rest and fluids. I didn’t have them test for flu since the treatment was basically the same. He was sick through Valentine’s Day, and on that Friday, slept pretty much all day. (I think he was awake 12-4 pm and 730-10 pm). Then he woke up and seemed good again. He still had the runny nose, but was his usual self. On February 19th, he vomited a ton, I assumed from the phlegm (a disgustingly normal thing for him). On the afternoon of the 20th, he had a high fever and slept a ton. He wasn’t eating much, either. He seemed okay on the 21st just a little congested, but that night his fever went up to 103. I called the doctor in the morning and we got an appointment at 10:30 am. He slept til 10:15 so we were rushing out the door. With the high fever, cough, and rattling in his chest, they diagnosed him with pneumonia and prescribed amoxicillin. They also tested him for flu, but it was negative. The poor kid mostly rested all day yesterday. In the afternoon, he was so out of it. He was speaking gibberish as his eyes were half closed - a somewhat common occurrence when he’s tired but not usually during the day time. While it’s nice to not have to run after him constantly, I hate seeing him so run down and sick. Overnight, his fever spiked to 104.9 which terrified me. I gave him Tylenol and it took an hour and a half for it to come back down to 101. We debated taking him to the ER but everything said to give the meds time to work.
Charlie is still asleep now, at 9:25 am, and I hope he feels a bit better today and the antibiotics start working. In the meantime, Olive woke up with so much snot and congestion (and she was an absolute peach to de-snot). I don’t think I have the capacity to deal with two sick kids right now. Between having a cold myself, being in some discomfort from the biopsy, and being beyond anxious about the results, I’m miserable. And it’s impossible to distract yourself from impending doom when your children are disease-ridden and can’t be around others. (Well, for me at least). Today, we’re missing out on a Sakovics family get together because we can’t expose our 19 month old twin cousins or 95 year old Great Grammy to this cesspool.
In other news, still no luck with bottles or cups or straws. She shows interest at times, but doesn’t seem to actually drink anything. We’ve tried breast milk and formula, water and water with a little juice. Girl’s got some strong will power. She better say no to drugs as adamantly as she’s saying no to this. At least she’s cute (and seven months old today!)
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I keep logging into the health system and checking if the report was uploaded, even though I know I am 100% positive that there is no one in the lab over the weekend and Monday would be the absolute earliest I would see anything. I need a good distraction, that we can engage in, at home, with a sick toddler and a baby.
* Dark side: Sick kids are the worst.
* Bright side: Every torturous day after Thursday is one day closer to knowing what’s up.
* Next steps:
Next week - results
3/2/20 at 10:15 am - Oncology appt. with Dr. Rose (I think this will be moved up or done via phone)
3/17/20 at 8:30 am - second opinion with Dr. Teitelbaum
* Disney-themed, everyone’s sickly GIF -
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mellifluousleaf · 6 years
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Tell Me Your Lies pt.9
Pairing: Poly!BTS x Reader
Word Count: Unkown
Warning(s): a little angst I guess
Note: I’m terribly sorry for the long wait. I apologize if this chapter seems a little odd or unorganized. I’ll try to upload earlier for the next chapter. I hope that this series is still enjoyable for you, and please send in any feedback or suggestions, they really do help me <3
Posted 15 August 2018 @ 3:51 pm CST
Parts:  1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10   11   12   13    15    16/17 (final)
Quick Synopsis: Even the sweetest of angels will sin
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“We’re angels, (y/n), fallen angels to be exact.”
What does he mean by that, that can’t be true, that type of stuff isn’t true.
Just as you were about to open your mouth to voice your thoughts, Namjoon interrupted you.
“I know it sounds......silly, but please, just let me explain everything and then you can ask questions and tell us your thoughts, okay little dove?” Namjoon softly says to you, noticing your puffy eyes from the previous night’s events. You closed your mouth and simply nodded, curling yourself into Seokjin’s body as you prepared for the rest of the explanation.
“We’re fallen angels, one angel to be specific. The soul of that angel is split into seven, and so we each represent part of that soul. We’re not entirely sure why we’re down here and we’ve been trying to figure that out, but we’ve come up with nothing after many centuries. All we know is that we were put down here for a reason. Now you probably have noticed that our eyes tend to shift in color sometimes, right?” Namjoon asks, cocking one eyebrow up in question.
You don’t say anything but simply replied with a small nod, memories of Jungkook’s golden eyes rising from your subconscious.
“Well that happens when we tend to lose control of our emotions. As fallen angels we have... how do you say.... abilities? Those abilities are closely tied to our emotions, so if our feelings ever go out of control, we tend to lose control of our abilities too, causing us to often do rash things. We all can do the same thing, but since we each got only part of the original soul, we each naturally have one ability that is stronger than the six others. Our abilities are most effective when we are in contact with another person...... has everything I said been understandable?” Namjoon asks, observing your body language in order to understand the emotions that swirled behind your eyes.
You slightly nodded at Namjoon, avoiding his eyes. You were scared. Past memories were flooding in all at once. The fan meet. Jimin’s eyes. The shock that went through you when Jungkook pinned you against the wall. Everything. It all seemed to click into place, but you were afraid to believe anything that Namjoon said. You slightly trembled and attempted to curl in on yourself as you waited for Namjoon to continue. You had become increasingly aware of Seokjin’s body wrapped around yours.
If they all have powers, then Jin can hurt me too.
You subtly attempted to move away from Seokjin as much as you could, trying to avoid as much contact with him as possible. Seokjin noticed your movements and frowned in sadness. He didn’t make any move to stop you, but he still missed the warmth of your body against his. You stopped shifting when you sat at the edge of the chair, Seokjin’s legs still on either side of you, but not touching you at all.
“You might be wondering what each of our abilities is then. So we’ll go down and around the table having each member explain their specialized ability,” Namjoon said, his eyes flickering over to the older male that sat next to him, Yoongi.
He looked extremely dead. His eyes were surrounded by dark circles. His eyes were filled with so many mixed emotions, pain being the most prominent. Your heart fell as you remembered the words he spat at you about a week ago. You instinctively avoided Yoongi’s gaze, scared that he might yell at you again. Yoongi noticed this and immediately knew why you weren’t looking him in the eyes. It broke his heart as he saw you dart your eyes randomly to the marble table, expertly avoiding his yearning gaze.
“....Baby? Please look at me..... I’m really sorry for what I said a week ago. I didn’t mean it at all, baby girl. I promise you. Please, please look at me at least. You don’t have to forgive me, but please look at me,” Yoongi begged, clenching his hands in his lap as he waited to see your beautiful eyes. You kept your head down, afraid to meet his gaze. You heard Yoongi sigh in defeat as he began to speak.
“......My strength lies in ice. My eyes tend to shift to an ice blue when I’m unstable,” Yoongi softly says, saying his words slowly in order to not scare you. You jumped in surprise as you felt the room become colder. You slightly looked up to see Yoongi’s palm pressed against the marble table, ice crystals gracefully building up around his hands. The beautiful cold crystals seemed to move as if they had a mind of their own, slowing growing towards the spot where you sat. It was as if it yearned for you. You didn’t know how to react, but you knew now that everything Namjoon had said so far must be true.
“That’s enough Yoongi, I believe she understands now. Next member please,” Namjoon said, his eyes landing on Hoseok.
You glanced up at Hoseok’s face and quietly gasped as you saw a multitude of bruises forming under his jaw. The bruises seemed to grow and bloom all along one side of his jaw. When his eyes met yours, he couldn’t help the affection that rose up in him. He wanted to hold you and protect you from everything terrible in the world. He saw the fear that you tried to hold in, how you wanted to hide away from all of them. His eyes began to fill with sorrow and caution as he began to speak.
“I specialize in fire. I can’t do much from afar but I can do damage if I’m in close contact with a person. My eyes will turn a deep red when I’m unstable,” Hoseok says, placing his hand on the table to reveal his ability. Soft embers began to grow and curl around Hoseok’s hand. You shrunk into yourself as you saw the embers begin to flicker in your direction, almost as if they wanted to surround you. You stopped trembling when Hoseok removed his hand from the table, a burn mark left behind on the marble surface.
“Okay, next,” Namjoon said, nodding his head at Hoseok before turning to fix his gaze on Seokjin, who sat rigidly behind you. You hesitantly twisted yourself to look at Seokjin, slightly afraid that he would hurt you. Seokjin noticed your fear and softly looked down at you with doe like eyes.
“Don’t be afraid princess, I won’t hurt you. My abilities aren’t too dangerous,” Seokjin quietly said to you, causing you to relax a little.
“My ability is healing. I can cause the immediate death of living cells too, but I don’t use that skill often. I can make flowers bloom by touching them or I can do larger scale stuff like healing cuts, bruises, and stuff like that. You had bruises on your wrists last night but I was able to heal those luckily,” Seokjin pointed out, causing you to glance down at your wrists. They were clear of black and blue marks.
“O-oh, uh, t-thank you...” you quietly said, holding your wrists to your chest as you avoided Seokjin’s gaze. Seokjin frowned a little at your actions. He wanted to see your beautiful eyes trained on him again.
“Whenever I’m unstable, one eye will change into a light hazel with gold streaks randomly around it, and the other eye pretty much becomes a lilac color with gold sprinkled in,” Seokjin says, carefully observing you for your reaction. You simply nod before turning back around in your seat, your body still a little tense as you sat at the edge of the chair. Seokjin subtly clenched his fists as he tried to restrain himself from pulling you flush against him.
“Okay, next?,” Namjoon says, breaking the silence in the room. You turned to see the next member, Jimin.
He locked eyes with you before sending you a soft and tired smile. You could see the bags beginning to form under his eyes. He yearned for your touch. He was slowly loosing his sanity the longer he was away from your touch.
“I... i- uh specialize in all things liquid, whether it be water, blood, or gasoline. As long as it’s a liquid I can control it. I can also control the flow of the liquid and the temperature of them. I can’t really use my abilities unless I am in contact with the liquid or the container that holds the liquid. My eyes will shift to a dark cloudy gray with amethyst splashed randomly,” Jimin cautiously said to you, his eyes filled with a lot of love and affection for you. He hated seeing you so scared.
You silently nodded, fear still radiating from your body. You were absolutely terrified of each male in the room. You broke your gaze from Jimin to meet the eyes of the next member, Taehyung.
He looked like a train wreck. His hair was messy and sticking up in random directions. A colorful bruise was blossoming across his cheeks, and he look downright exhausted. His tired state didn’t stop him from smiling and admiring you.
“Hey beautiful.....”
You were caught off guard and flickered your eyes down to your lap, playing with your thumbs as you felt Taehyung’s intense stare. Namjoon quietly cleared his throat in order to get Taehyung back to reality. The young boy snapped out of his trance before opening his mouth to speak.
“My strength deals with air, or like wind in general. I can control the flow, power, and speed of air within and around living beings if I come in contact with any. My eyes will switch to a dark purple with gold streaks,” Taehyung cautiously said, trying to catch your gaze again. You quickly nodded, not daring to look up. Taehyung looked at your small form in despair. Everyone in the room could tell that you were trying your best not to bolt and run out of the room. He stared at you for a few more seconds before moving his gaze down to his lap, sad that he couldn’t get you to look at him longer. Everyone else’s gaze were already fixed on the next member, Jungkook.
You knew Jungkook was next, but you refused to look up at all. You began to slightly tremble as you remembered the painful shock that he sent through you last night. Jungkook was staring at your from across the table, his eyes flickering in color as he stared at your trembling form. He was mad at himself for hurting you. He refused to say anything, his jaw clenched as he watched you avoid his gaze.
“Jungkook specializes in electricity, his eyes turn gold when he’s unstable. I specialize in the mind. My eyes will turn a clear light emerald color when I’m unstable,” Namjoon quickly said, saving Jungkook from talking.
You silently nodded as you still stared at your lap. You didn’t want to look up at all. You were afraid to meet any of their gazes again.
They can kill me at any second if they wanted too.
“......little dove? A-are you okay? Do you want us to stop for now?....or are you okay with us continuing? We’re almost done explaining.....” Namjoon hesitantly stuttered out, watching as you kept your head down. You didn’t say anything, you just nodded your head once more.
Don’t make any sudden movements. They can kill you. They can hurt you....
“.....we have one more thing to say okay, baby girl?...... how do we say this..... y-you’re our sou-,” Namjoon didn’t get to finish his sentence as he suddenly felt his throat close in. He frowned in confusion as he tried to clear his throat again.
“You’re our so-“
Namjoon was cut off again as his throat instinctively closed up on him. The others in the room noticed Namjoon’s difficulty and looked at him with confusion. You slowly looked up to see Namjoon’s face filled with alarm as he stared at the other members.
“Uh.... what Namjoon is trying to say is that you’re our s-,”
Hoseok’s voice was immediately cut off as his throat closed up too. His eyes widened with panic.
What the hell is going on....
“T-there’s this uh cur-,”
The word curse was cut off from Jimin’s voice as he felt his throat also close up. Panic began to settle into each of the members. They had no clue why it was so difficult and near impossible to tell you about the curse and soulmate thing. They never had a problem with telling their previous mates, but for some reason, they couldn’t finish their sentences anymore when they tried to explain to you the curse.
“Uh Jin, can you please take (y/n) back to her room? I need to talk with you and the others privately for a few minutes....” Namjoon asked, panic hidden behind his calm demeanor.
Jin silently nodded his head as he placed his hands on your waist to help you get out of the chair. You instinctively flinched away from Seokjin when he touched you, afraid that he might do something to you.
“I-I can go to the room on m-my own.....” you hesitantly mumbled out, moving out of the chair and staring down at your feet, avoiding the seven gazes that pierced you.
“Are you sure?....” Seokjin hesitantly asked, still sitting in his chair.
You hurriedly nodded your head, slowly shuffling towards the exit.
“O-okay..... if you need anything come get me Okay?” Seokjin softly said, worried laced in his voice. You nodded again before quickly making your way out of the dinning room. You made it to your room, pausing for a split second to make sure that the seven males had begun talking again, their muffled voices coming from the dining room.
I have to get out of here.
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“What the fuck just happened,” Namjoon said after he was sure he heard your footsteps going back to your room.
“I-I don’t know, i-it’s like the curse or something is preventing us from telling her about this whole mate and curse thing.....” Hoseok said, his body tense and alert.
“But we’ve never had a problem with this before in the past,” Taehyung said, a worried look plastered against his face.
“I don’t have a good feeling about any of this....” Seokjin said, his arms crossed as he intensely concentrated on the situation at hand.
“I don’t understand what’s so different this time.... it’s supposed to be the same cycle as always. We find our soulmate. Tell them about what we are and the curse and soulmate thing. They usually understand and things will go fine for a few years and then they will randomly forget about what we are and about the curse an-“ Yoongi’s frantic voice was cut off by Jimin’s soft voice.
“Then they’ll start to act weird and like a different person, and then....they betray us......” Jimin quietly mumbled to himself. His heart breaking a little as he remembered the pain and heartbreak he suffered for many years.
“.....it has to mean something if the cycle is different this time...” Namjoon mutters, his eyes shut as he leans his elbows on the table, his hands holding his head.
The room is silent for a bit before Jungkook’s chair screeches against the floor, tumbling to the ground as the young male stands up.
Everyone turns to look at him, ready to question his actions.
“Shh.....do you hear that?”
Everyone stills and focuses on the sound Jungkook was referring to. They heard your soft footsteps, but it wasn’t coming from your room, it was coming from the living room, and it sounded as if you were heading towards the exit.
“...shit....”
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You quickly gathered the clothes you had stored in the room’s drawers before stuffing them into a duffel bag you found. You frantically put your shoes on and stepped out into the hallway, trying to remain as quiet as you could. You heard the muffled voices from the dinning room still echoing through the place.
I hope they won’t hear me
You quietly tiptoed to the front door, certain that you had made no sound. Your heartbeat began to rapidly increase as you reached the front door, your hand hovering over the handle. You used your other hand to move the lock out of place, breathing out the breath you were holding in. The soft click of the lock indicated that the door was open. As you pushed down on the handle, you were met with resistance. You frowned to yourself as you applied more pressure.
The door remained shut.
What’s going on.
You tried again, but suddenly froze as you heard the dinning room door slam open.
No no no no don’t do this to me
Your hand began to tremble as you continuously tried to push the handle down, failing each time.
“(Y/n)?”
Let me out, let me out!
“(Y/n)? Baby girl what are you doing?”
Footsteps began to jog closer to your trembling body
Don’t hurt me please.
Steaming hot tears began to flow from your eyes, your vision becoming blurry.
“(Y/n) calm down, we won’t hurt you. We can’t let you go until we explain everything to you. We won’t hurt you.”
You finally gave up on the door and sunk to the floor, crouching down with your arms wrapped around your legs. You were terrified. A sob echoed through the house as you cried into your legs.
“Namjoon, please do something..... I can’t handle myself seeing her like this....”
“But I don’t want to hurt her...”
“Please namjoon, it’s the only option we have at the moment”
“.......okay......”
Heavy footsteps made their way towards you, causing you to whimper and curl up against the door more.
“I’m sorry baby, this is the only thing we can do for now,” Namjoon painfully said, his hand going out to touch your arm. You tried to jerk your arm away from him, but it was useless. You were too weak to fight back.
A throbbing headache began to envelope your mind. It started as a dull pain, but then everything went numb the next second. Your eyes began to droop down, your body instantly relaxing.
“I’m so sorry baby. We’ll fix everything, I promise. I’m sorry,”
Your vision was blurry as your brain began to shut down. Next thing you know, your vision blacked out, your body shifted into a slumber mode.
The remaining six boys worriedly stood around you, pain filling their eyes as you slumped into Namjoon’s hold.
What the hell were they going to do now.
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