#7 hours woot woot

[witchcraftingboop]

I can tell that I've worked more hours than I've slept so far this week because every time I laugh, I cry a lil. I can no longer tell if everything is nearly as hilarious as it seems to me because a goddamn accent can move me to tears rn, like hit me with a good ole surprise Russian mid-sentence and I am folding like that ole reliable, 'bama chair

#currently in tears 😂😂 #hello darkness my old friend #but it's two 12hr shifts on maybe 10 hours of sleep #woot woot that's the sound of my failing neurons #spicy brain decay #corporate shenanigans #after some Quick Mafs ten hours is a super stretch #max we have hit 7 😂 max!

[callmemaeverick]

The Inked Knight - The Spy Next Door Part IV

AN: Woot, Part 4. I swear I am going somehwere with this. This is my favourite one to write, cuz ever since I saw that scene in Casino Royale, I wanted to write it. Anywhoo.. here’s the next installment of our favourite gentleman Spy Next Door.  Part I, Part II, Part III

Fights in your area are nothing new.

Living close to an overpass meant that you share an area with a group of homeless people and while most of them were harmless, there were a few that tend to get rowdy.

It was supposed to be a quiet night.

Your shift for the day ended by 7 pm and you were grateful for the extra few hours to wind down before you went to sleep. Curled up in your favorite spot on your couch, you were engrossed in your most recent book when you heard the shouting.

There was a group of people gathered at the entrance of the building and from your vantage point,  you could make out the figures of some of your elderly neighbors and some strangers you didn’t recognize. You frowned, wondering what Mr. Jameson was doing up so late.

But then, you saw some movements and then came the startled screams. The next thing you knew, Mr. Jameson was on the ground.

You were out the door and down the stairs in an instant and when you got there, people were shouting, grabbing and pulling each other’s collars. It was total chaos and not for the first time, you were certain someone was going to get truly hurt.

So you acted. Without thinking.

“Call 911,” You whispered to Mrs. Rodriguez closest to you and jumped into the commotion. “Hey! Hey-hey-hey,” You exclaimed, putting yourself in between the squabbling group of men. “Whatever’s going on here, I’m pretty sure we can talk it out!”

A man from the gang, stepped forward, his eyes alight but hazy under the streetlight. “Why don’t you mind your own business, bitch?” His voice rang loud over the sizable group that had begun to gather. “This is between me and the old man.” From the looks of him, he was waiting for any chance of an easy fight.

You glanced at Mr Jameson behind you, still glaring daggers at the other man. The old man was none too different.

“Sir, there’s no need to talk to me like that.” You put on your best customer service voice. “Please calm down.”

The man took another step and invaded your personal space. Instantly, you could smell the liquor on his person. His eyes traveled up your body. “And what’re you gonna do if I don’t, Sweetheart?” He asked and behind him, some of his friends snickered.

Chills racked down your spine at the way he was leering and your voice wavered but you held firm. “Sir, please step back.”

The man did not move. Only inching closer.

"Sir, please,"

“She said step back!” Mr Jameson, having found his feet, shoved at the man’s shoulders and that’s when all hell broke loose. Before you knew it, both men grabbed each other once more and you found yourself sandwiched between the two.

You didn’t know how long you were stuck between them, trying to get them to stop. The others around you were grappling too. The loud noices, coupled with the overwhelming sense of being trapped sent warning signals to your claustrophobic brain. Panic seized your body and you gasped for air.

And then, like thunder, a voice boomed over the noise.

“Hey, FBI! Everybody step back!”

Just like that, the bodies parted and you felt Peter’s familiar presence right next to you. You thought he was working that night, but you were infinitely glad you were wrong.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, his voice different than normal. His stance was rigid and his gaze was hard, waiting for answers. He looked between Mr Jameson and the other man, but but not before you caught his eyes scanning you for injuries.

The air was tense as the three men stood off but thankfully, instead of escalating the situation further, the leader of group took one look at your neighbor's 6” figure and the badge on his hip, and decided most likely it was not worth it.

“Nothing, sir.” The man muttered. “Nothing at all.”

And that was it. The cops then arrived a few minutes too late and Peter stayed back to explain everything to them. Thankfully, everyone was let off with a stern warning and went on their separate ways.

The next few minutes were a blur as you hurriedly returned to your apartment, desperate for your safe haven. Curled up against the tiles, with the steady fall of water around you, you let it drown out all sensations.

That was how Peter found you, 10 minutes later, fully clothed and hunched over your knees.

"I can still smell the beer." The drunken man reeked of it.

There was a soft sigh and a rustle of fabric and then, the press of his right arm alongside your ribs. The warmth of his skin, different from the water sent goosebump up your own arms. He had shed his coat, but other than that he was fully clothed as well.

It had became a thing between the two of you, just sitting together in silence, skin touching, just breathing. Living alone in a different city was not always easy and while you would never admit it to anyone, you were starting to feel lonely. But that was before Peter arrived.

He moved, reaching up over his head to the ledge where you stored your soaps and shampoo. "Here," He handed you your body wash.

A flash of black caught your eyes and you stared as you took the bottle from him. You had seen them before, but mostly slivers whenever his sleeve was lifted whenever he moved or stretched. But this was the first time his tattoo was on full display to you.

"What?" Peter asked when he noticed your reaction.

“You uhh-..." Something foreign licked your insides when he moved and you saw the painted muscles of his forearms contract and release. How did you get that close? "I just… didn’t peg you for a sleeve ink kinda guy.”

They were beautiful. A series of geometric triangles running up his arm, giving an illusion of hard scales merging into some intricate design of a flower or a pointed star, blooming from the joint of his elbow.

You were mesmerized.

"I've always wanted them," He told you, turning his arms so you could see more. There were some more wrapping his bicep, still hidden by his shirt sleeves, and you found yourself more than a little curious to see them. "Started doodling in college and got them just before Quantico. Thought they'd look cool."

"They do," You blurted too quickly and blushed when Peter chuckled.

Silence blanketed you for a few beats, the only sound was the water drizzling over you both.

"You did good." Peter told you. "Tonight."

"I froze, Pete. It got intense and I froze. And to think I have years of experience handling people."

"Hey, it's one thing to handle a crisis on the phone. It's another to face it head on." He moved to capture hand. "Trust me. You did good."

You didn't really believe him, but you nodded nonetheless.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here."

You let him pull you up and turn off the shower. You stood quietly as he rummaged your cupboard and pulled out two clean and fluffy towels.

"Would you come back? After?" You asked as you took a towel from him. "I- I don't think I'll be sleeping anytime soon. We could watch a movie or something."

Peter smiled at you. "Yeah. Yeah, of course."

TBC Tagging: @strnqer @thefictionalgemini​ @bcon24​ @medievalfangirl​ @coldheartedmar​ @iamzuul​ @iamasimpingh0e​

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #gabriel basso #the night agent #netflix the night agent #the night agent netflix #the spy next door series #mav's posts

[such-a-barbarian]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

Thank you as always to @mybrainismelted and @jrooc for the tags!

_____________________

Name: Kell

Age: mid to late 30s

Location: the great white north!

we're going on a trip!! woot woot!

📍where are we going? Seeing as this time next week I will be Mexico, let's go early!

📍whats the weather like there right now? Warm and Sunny!

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? oh boy - chronic over-packer! Why do I need 10 pairs of underwear for a 7 day trip when I will be in swimsuit 90% of time? I DON'T KNOW OK! 

📍are we taking a plane or a train? I don't think you can get there by train and if you could it would take far too long. Plane it is!

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? Seeing as there is no time change between here and there I prefer early morning. If there was a significant time change then I'd prefer overnight.

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? Probably whatever is on the radio.

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? Neither. I don't drink coffee. But since we are on an early morning flight I am stopping at McDonalds for a McMuffin and a hashbrown

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? on-time. In fact, I am probably over an hour early. Being late gives me the most anxiety. If I'm not somewhere at least 10 minutes early I panic.

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? Window for sure. 1) I love watching the world get small. 2) I need to know when we are about to hit the tarmac.

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? Unlike my trip next week, for this pretend trip my kids aren't with me, so in that case I will be reading.

📍what are you reading/watching? So much fanfic. I currently have 92 fics on the "marked for later" list, so probably one of those.

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? wired. I do not own wireless headphones. Actually, I'll be lucky if I can find my wired ones before the flight...

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? Chances are pretty good I will fall asleep at some point.

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? both?  Yes. (excellent choice Jess)

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? Head to the hotel just long enough to drop the suitcases and change into a swimsuit, then it's immediately to the beach for me.

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! Something fruity and slushy and alcoholic with a tiny umbrella.

Also including this picrew! Forever in a hoodie.

tagging @francesrose3 @juliakayyy @tanktopgallavich @transmickey @babygirlmickey @zutaralesbian @lupeloto and @krysmiss if ya wanna.

#about me #tag game #take me to Mexico!

[kasienda]

Love Remains - Ch 8

Written for @thelibraryloser‘s birthday, which was way back in July! But I'm making steady progress again! Woot!

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Read on Ao3

Chapter 8

Still forty-three days since Marinette lost her memory.

“I have something to say.” 

Both her maman and papa froze in their tasks of cleaning up the bakery, and turned to her. 

She shifted from one foot to the other, her fingers tightening around the strap of her purse. 

“I know you’re both sad that I lost my memories, and that in a way that the daughter you knew is gone. And I respect that and understand that—“

“Marinette,” her maman interjected. 

“No wait! It’s just, I love you both so much, and I don’t want to disappoint you, but I’m going to stop feeling guilty about the fact that I’m not her. I don’t need my memories to come back, and I hope you can love me as I am now.” 

Her parents both stared at her for a moment with wide eyes. But then her mother set broom she was holding aside, and came around the counter. She cradled Marinette’s face in her hands. 

“You could never disappoint us.” 

Her father nodded in absolute agreement. 

Tears burst from Marinette’s eyes and her maman pulled her into a hug. Her father was behind her, with his arms around them both ten seconds later. 

Marinette melted into their warmth as she cried. 

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. 

Her papa stroked her hair. “Shhh. We love you, Marinetta. We have always loved you, and will always love you, with or without memories no matter how you change or stay the same. You are the light in our lives.” 

Her maman kissed the top of her head. “And of course we’re sad that you lost your memories. There’s moments that we shared, obstacles that you fought your way through, things that you were so excited about. But part of my sadness is not that you don’t remember - it’s that it doesn’t seem fair that you have to start over in so many ways, that you should have to struggle more than is normal for a teenager growing up.” 

She pushed the bangs out of Marientte’s eyes and looked at her. 

“Doesn’t seem fair that you have to doubt or feel guilty for who you are now. And I’m very sorry if we made you feel that way.” 

Marinette fell back into her maman’s arms. “Thank you.” 

Her papa’s chin rested on her head. “And just so you know, you’re really not all that different.”

Marinette laughed through her tears and pulled back a little. “Will you— will you tell me about me? Share those moments we shared that I can’t remember?”

They both smiled at her. “As long as you promise to do the same when I’m old and can’t remember things as well,” her papa said. 

She laughed again, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Promise.” She hugged them both a second time. 

“Thank you. I love you both so much.”

Her papa grinned at her with unbridled enthusiasm. “What do you want to know first? We could tell stories of toddler Marinette or about your very first day of school? Then just a month or so before your accident—“

Her maman put a hand to papa’s chest and he stopped talking. 

Marinette let out a breath of relief. 

“Why don’t you go upstairs and get cleaned up, and over dinner we’ll each tell you one of our favorite stories?” her maman suggested.

Marinette smiled. “Sounds perfect! Dinner at the usual time?” 

Her maman nodded.

That gave her just under three hours. She hoped that was enough time. She definitely didn’t want to miss dinner now. 

The second the door to her room was closed, she transformed. She messaged Chat Noir first. He agreed to meet her in an hour.

Then she messaged Rena who showed up faster than Marinette had thought possible. 

“Everything okay?” Rena asked the second she came in through the window. Her masked brows pinched together in concern.

“Yes!” Marinette instantly soothed. She hadn’t met to worry her. “I’ve just made a decision.” 

And did she imagine it or did Rena Furtive’s shoulders tense up?

“About what?” 

“Can you stop trying to recover my memories?” 

Rena looked like an anvil had been dropped on her. 

“I mean, I suppose, but are you sure?” 

Marinette laughed. “Positive. I have felt like I’m living in her shadow, but now I’ve decided it’s my life, that I don’t have to keep doing what she did just because she did it.” 

“Do you… do you want to keep being Ladybug?”

Marinette started at the question. “Of course! I love being Ladybug!” 

Rena Furtive visibly relaxed. “Oh, thank goodness!” Then she grinned. “Trixx, let’s rest.” 

In a flash of orange light, Rena Furtive dissolved into Alya.

“Alya?” 

Alya grinned. “In the flesh.”

Marinette had foisted the Guardianship onto her best friend? How could she do that? Marientte had read pages and pages of old Marinette’s resentment towards the responsibility and the position. And she had given it to Alya who now couldn’t give it up without sacrificing all her memories? 

Her fingers tore into her pigtails. 

Who else would Ladybug have trusted with all things superhero related?

Chat Noir? 

That would have been just as horrible. Maybe worse. 

And so the decision made sense, but she hated it all the same.

“I passed the Guardianship to my best friend?” 

Alya frowned, putting a hand on Marinette’s shoulder immediately. 

“How could I do that? I hated being the Guardian.” 

Alya shook her head. “You hated being Ladybug and the Guardian. It was being both that was hard. Not one or the other. I don’t hate being the Guardian.”

“You don’t? You're sure?” 

Alya grinned. “I actually kinda love it? I’ve always been obsessed with superheroes and being in the know! And now I get both! You knew that.” 

Marinette laughed in spite of everything. This was why Alya had helped her get away from the crowds for her very first akuma, why she always made herself scarce or “believed” Marinette’s terrible excuses when the alert went off. She had known! 

“And it’ll be even better now that I get to share it with you,” Alya added softly, her eyes searched Marinette’s. And Marientte would never leave her waiting in uncertainty. 

She leapt forward, wrapping her arms around her best friend’s shoulders. 

“Of course, you can share it with me! I don’t know how much help I’ll be, but whatever you need, I’m here.” 

Alya laughed. “You don’t give yourself nearly enough credit sometimes. You’ve always been an amazing friend and an amazing hero. I wish you could remember it all. Maybe you’d trust yourself more.”

Marinette pulled back, suddenly anxious. “Are you disappointed that I don’t want my memories to come back?” 

Alya smiled again before shaking her head. “I’m furious that they were taken from you to begin with, and I probably would have been mad if you told me this at the beginning. But I’ve been with you these last few weeks, watching as you struggle between what people expect of you versus what you naturally want to do, and I think I get it. But what brought this on?”

Marinette blushed. 

Alya’s grin turned wolffish. “Tell me everything.” 

And Marinette did. She told her about her confession to Chat Noir, and his reaction.

“That idiot!” 

“Right?” 

And what Adrien had told her. 

“Aww! That’s so sweet though. Are you sure you don’t love him, too?” 

“I don’t—“ but then Marinette took a breath. She couldn’t say she doesn’t love Adrien because she knows now that she does. “I’m choosing Chat Noir.” 

Alya’s grin exploded. “That has always made sense to me.”

“I’m supposed to go meet him like now. I’m so nervous!”

Alya laughed. “Don’t be. You’ve already done the hard part! Now you just have to go yell at him until he sees sense, and then kiss him.”

Marinette buried her face in her hands. “Alyaaa!” she whined. 

But Alya was having none of it. “You’re always nervous when it comes to boys, but not when something is trying to kill you! I don’t get it!” 

“There’s no time to think when something’s trying to kill me!” Marinette countered.

Alya just smiled. “So don’t think. Put your spots on, and go!” 

“But I’ll be super early!” 

“He’s already there, girl. And he’s probably going out of his mind. Just go!” 

Marinette hugged Alya again. “Thank you for always being there for me, for always talking me through my silly fears, and for always accepting me as I am.” 

Marinette had read enough about Alya to know that this was always their dynamic even before she had lost her memories. Maybe everyone was correct in that she wasn’t that different now than she had been. And hopefully now that she knew Alya was the Guardian and a hero in addition to her best friend, Marinette would be able to reciprocate. 

“Of course, girl!” Alya said, squeezing her back just as hard. “Always and forever.” 

Then she pulled away. “Now scat!” 

Marinette didn’t need to be told twice. 

…

Alya was correct. When she arrives, Chat Noir is sitting on the edge of the rooftop, with his legs dangling over the edge. She thinks he’s been sitting there for awhile - maybe since the moment she messaged him - if his unfocused gaze on the horizon is anything to go by.

He leaps to his feet the moment he sees her, offering her a hand she doesn’t need to steady herself, but she takes all the same because she wants to touch him.

He smiles, but his lips quickly press together in obvious nerves, and she squeezes his hand, hoping to reassure him. 

He pulls out a single red rose with his other hand and offers it to her. 

“For you, M’lady.” 

She accepts it, holds it up to her nose, and breathes in the fragrance, hiding her smile behind its soft petals.

“Thank you,” she says. “It’s lovely.” 

“Not nearly as lovely as you.” 

She arches her eyebrows. 

His free hand flies to the back of his neck, and the gesture tickles at her memory. The same way his smile sometimes does. She’s seen the gesture before, from someone else. Why can’t she place it?

“I want to apologize.” 

She nods.

“I never ever meant to take anything away from you, make decisions for you, or dismiss your feelings. You of course get to choose your own mind and heart. And I was wrong to overrule what you were telling me.”

His eyes are so green, and he’s saying exactly what she needs to hear, so all the tension in her shoulders evaporates leaving her only with bubbly giddiness. She wants to kiss him now, but she’s far too aware that the last time she tried, he pushed her away.

So instead, she glances down into the rose. 

“Thank you for saying that. I understand that it might be hard to trust someone who only has six weeks worth of memories.”

He grips her hand in his own, and she looks up at him again.

“No! That’s not it. I’ve trusted you since the beginning and I never stopped trusting you. I just am not always great at accepting good things,” he says sheepishly. “I don’t usually get to keep good things.”

Her heart breaks at the admission. She squeezes his hand harder. She wants to give him all the good things from here on out. 

“You deserve good things,” she whispers. 

He smiles. “God, I love you so much and I have for so long and I’ve always hoped, but I always had to hold myself back to respect what you wanted in the past. I might be too practiced at that.”

Her smile grows. “I can understand that. I’m sorry I snapped and ran away yesterday before you had the chance to speak. 

His smile stretches wider across his face. “It’s okay. I understood that I had stepped on a landmine. And it was good for me to get some time to think about why.” His gaze drops to their joined hands before he looks up again. “I could never actually say no to anything you wanted. I would love for you to give me another chance if I haven’t blown it.” 

She stands up on her tiptoes and kisses the tip of his nose. “I was never going to let you go that easily.”

He turns a delightful shade of pink. “Just so you know, I didn’t react to what you told me yesterday because I thought you had to stay true to your old self.” 

“Then why did you say that?”

“Because I’m—“ and then he stops, and looks her in the eyes, and she knows they’re on the edge of something, but what she doesn’t know. “May I tell you who I am?” 

She swallows. “Am I allowed to know who you are?” 

He shrugs. “I haven’t asked Rena about it, but at this point I’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission.” 

“Does she know who you are?” 

He shakes his head as he brings her knuckles up to his lips, leaving her with a kiss that sends shivers shooting up her arm. 

“And you want to tell me?” she makes herself ask. 

“I’ve always wanted to tell you.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Then why didn’t you?”

“You always said no,” he admits. 

She scowls. “Well, screw that.”

He laughs. “So you want to know?”

She nods eagerly. “So much.” 

He detransforms, and she’s not prepared, but she somehow isn’t surprised either. Adrien’s smile on the first day of school and Chat Noir’s nervous tick just a few minutes ago had been familiar for a reason. A reason that slammed into her conscious mind so hard she wonders how she never saw it before. 

“Oh.” 

And he’s doing it again - rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

She giggles. “I feel stupid now for making such a big deal about her being in love with you instead of you.”

He laughs, and pulls her into a hug. “No, please don’t say that. I don’t know what made her love Adrien that time or you love Chat Noir this time.” He pulls back just enough to see her eyes. One of his hands cups the side of her face. “But, I know that you’re not stupid. You’re absolutely brilliant on every side of your mask both with and without all your memories.” 

“It was when you gave her your umbrella.” 

His expression dissolves. “What?”

“She fell in love with Adrien when you apologized and gave her your umbrella. She wrote that it was because you were kind and patient and were willing to give her another chance after she had misjudged you.” 

His eyes turn glassy with tears, and he clings to her. He’s shaking so hard she thinks she might be the only thing keeping him standing. 

“And I fell in love with Chat Noir for making me feel like I am enough. And she was right about you being genuine and kind. You as Adrien threw me for a loop earlier today.”

He laughs through his tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to complicate things for you.”

She shakes her head in fond exasperation. “Apparently, I tend to be pretty loyal to the first person I fall in love with.”

And then they’re both laughing. Her head is pressed against his and she can only think of one thing that would make the moment better.

“May I kiss you?” 

His lips find hers in answer, and she may not remember the first sixteen years of her life, but she’s certain that this is the best moment of her life. 

… 

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #memory loss #amnesia #marinette gave up the guardianship #but not as angsty as the trope usually is #adrien agreste #ladynoir #happy ending #identity reveal #love remains #my own content

[clingyduoapologist]

Ok now that I’ve let wake up and it’s over grow on me time for the new official clingyduoapolagist lovejoy rankings WOOT WOOT (not the including the covers because I’ve never listens to any of them dorry)

1. As always, Sex Sells. To me this is peak lovejoy. Good memories of the first ep, very funny story behind its creation, perfect blending of music and vocals, nothing more you could ask for.

2. It’s all futile. BRO THIS SHIT BANGS SO HARD. While I prefer sex sells, I can easily see how someone could perform this one (and at the risk of sounding parasocial, the fact that Wilbur was able to turn a song from a really dark time in his life into this massive almost tongue-n-cheek album ender is really special to me :’) )

3. You’ll understand when you’re older. Man this is just such a bop, the narrative and the instrumentation are top notch.

4. Call me what you like. BARELY misses the top 3 (and being honest 3 and 4 are pretty much interchangeable for me). Man does this go hard. And the spoken word bridge into the final chorus?? Chef’s Kiss.

5. Cause for concern. This song is weird because I always forget about it but then whenever I remember to listen to it it floors me. Deserved spot all around.

6. Portrait of a blank slate. Another case of 2 completely interchangeable songs with 5 and 6, b it man the instrumentation on this song is AMAZING.

7. Concrete. Honestly this may just be bias but man this song is just such a solid bop. While I don’t hold it quite as highly as the top 5/6, I’m never upset when this song comes on.

8. Oh yeah you gonna cry. Again 7 and 8 vary based on mood but ugh I just love this songs energy. It’s like if you turned a shit eating grin into a song and I love it.

9. Warsaw. I need to listen to this more to really settle my mind on it but it’s definitely a bop.

10. Consequences. Banger but again don’t have a lot of thoughts on it.

11. Model busses. Such a sleeper pick fr. Again I forget about sometimes but it really is a bop.

12. Taunt. No strong feelings, just a nice generally okay song.

13. One Day. I like the music video and this song can shoot up depending on my mood, not really feeling it today tho.

14. Perfume. This is the hipster in me talking but like, it’s fine? Tumblr kinda overhyped it before I listened to it so that’s probably why my opinion of it suffered, but I just never got the hype for this one. Not bad at all tho, 6.8/10

15. The Fall. Yeah again this is another hipster take and I fully acknowledge that, but still not my favorite.

16. Golden Hour. Fine? Idk I might have to listen to this more.

17. Scum. Now listen, I can 100% see the appeal, but you need to understand that I am a basic bitch and this one just does not do it for me, very sorry scum fans (tho it gets points for being a cTommycore song)

Anyways YUP there it is the official rankings!!! If you disagree you’re wrong anyways bye ❤️

#I fully acknowledge I have a basic taste in music so #yeah roast me if you want just know I am more correct than anyone on earth at any time #lovejoy

[bacchicly]

Ok trying something out... I am writing a list for Wednesday morning when I have my test...this is the dry run. I will rewrite it in french after...and that version may change once I "groundproof it" (is that even a real term? Note to self look up ground proof because you've used it 3 times this week without really knowing if you're using it right or even if it's a real term):

Wake up at 6 am.

Go to washroom.

Feed cats. Talk to them in french.

Pour coffee. Take med. Thank coffee machine and meds in french. Continue to discuss with cats.

Have shower - wash hair. Describe all actions out loud in french.

Put on clothing that I laid out the night before. Describe actions and clothing as I put thing on - outloud. Narration is your friend.

Make kid's lunch. Make my lunch.

At 7:45 at the latest, walk to car and drive to work, listening to french radio.

Park. Do a brief 2 to 3 minute resume of what was presented on the radio.

Go to meeting room I reserved and set up computer. Test teams meeting link. Set up pad and pencils. Make sure blank. Set out 2 pieces of Id.

Talk to myself for 10 to 15 minutes.

Go to washroom - fill water bottle.

At 8:45 log into meeting. While waiting to be let into meeting breath, smile, think in french, tell myself how fun this test is going to be. Remind myself that my boss says if I don't get the level I can try again in 30 days.

Enjoy the test. Yay we get to talk for an hour! How often does someone want to listen to me talk for an hour? Woot woot. Remember to just be "Bacchic who is french" and not worry too much about the answers I give. Trust myself. I have prepared well. I can do this.

#french test #life with adhd #bacchic dances like everyone's watching

[ashknife]

A Cheery Lot

Here's my contribution to the 2022 Inklings Christmas Challenge (@inklings-challenge). It's a little cyberpunk, and I incorporated song as the major image. I tried to do something that didn't involve somebody dying or experiencing extreme turmoil. Also, first-person. Hopefully, it worked out. Story after the break.

"Merry Christmas!" "Woot! It's Christmas!" "¡Feliz Navidad!" "Happy Holidays!" "Happy Christmas to everybody!"

The chat on my HUD is a constant stream of holiday wishes. The 25th is just hours away. It seems every shop and house I walk by is full of revelry and cheer. Some dance as they walk to the next party. Some exchange gifts. Some do some last-minute shopping. Some are so caught up in the ecstasy of the moment that they forget to find somewhere more private to celebrate. It's just like a normal night in the city, but with twice the energy. People here like to celebrate, but they do it harder when there's an actual celebration.

Blinking lights cover every building. Businesses augment their signs with holograms of reindeer, trees, and Santa. The usual stable music is set free to stampede our minds until we get sick of it, and then they sing it some more. There's so much to buy, and the sales just make it all that much more tempting. That new air fryer I've been looking at is now half off, but I don't need to get it for myself. Someone else will get it for me, and I will get them something they want. That's how Christmas works. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Somehow, it's more rewarding to buy things for each other that we would have normally gotten on our own.

I am no different than the rest. I am on my way to a party thrown together by some coworkers. It's one of the few times we get to see each other. Oh, sure, we get a good look each day through our virtual meetings. These glasses we all wear really make that convenient. YumiCorp really did us a good turn developing these. I don't see how humanity got along without the steady stream of information these things provide. I like seeing what's in a building, having a map of where I'm going, being able to work while I go about my day, and watching the constant chatter of the city. Life without them is so boring and bland. Still, there's something different about talking to a warm body and not to a video.

And, like that, I receive a video call. It's Josephina, my manager, wearing a festive sweater and reindeer antlers, both with blinking lights.

"Hey, Henry! How's it going?"

"Hi, Josephina. I'm walking there right now."

"Great! It looks like you're on Broadway."

"Yeah. Just a few more blocks to go."

"You better hurry! The rest of the team is here, and the hors d’oeuvres are almost gone already."

"Should I pick up some snacks?"

"I ordered some more food, but a little more won't hurt."

The map of my walking route displayed a number of stores that were on the way.

"I'll pick up a few things, then."

"Thanks. See you soon!"

The video call disappears. I look at the suggested stores. Most of them are convenience stores, but this one here, Mitchell's, catches my attention. It looks like a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but the few who've been seem to love it. I think I'll give it a go.

The store is just a few blocks away tucked under an apartment complex. I see why not many have been there: it has a small, faded sign that would be barely visible on a clear, sunny day. I would have missed it if the glasses didn't highlight the sign and front door. I descend the shallow steps to the door and struggle to pry it open. The wood scrapes against the cement as it finally gives, yielding a packed shop full of all kinds of things. I think the owner stuffed an entire Wal-mart into the space of a 7-Eleven, but they also managed it keep it clean and organized. What manner of sorcery is this?

"Irasshai!" I jump at the sudden, cheerful greeting. Standing behind the counter is a thin, balding Asian man with a colorful name tag labelling him as Mitchell. The glasses confirm this. Mitchell nods with an excited tic and a wide grin.

"A new customer!" he says. "I'm sorry if I made you jump. It's a greeting my family used at home a long time ago."

"Where was home?" I ask.

"Japan. Kyoto."

"Is that how you know how to stuff all this in here?" Mitchell nodded.

"Yes, sir! I have just about anything you could need. What are you looking for?"

"Snacks for a Christmas party."

"Of course, of course! Let me show you what we have."

Mitchell nimbly navigates his shop the way a librarian could find a book. He points out different kinds of finger foods for sale, and there were even some hot items I didn't notice before. Never had I seen such efficiency of space. Within minutes, I was carrying bags full of crackers, spreads, and warm tamales. I tap my glasses and make a note of this wonderful find of a place. I started to thank Mitchell when the lights went dark.

"Oh!" Mitchell says. Without missing a beat, he strikes a match and lights a candle. With that candle, he lights a few more, bathing the counter in a sort of eerie, dim light. It feels oddly cozy and comforting.

"It's not often the power goes out," he says. "Hopefully it isn't for too long."

"Right," I reply. "Thanks, Mitchell. I'll be back again."

"You are most welcome, honored guest!" He bows as I step out through the stubborn door.

I step back up to the sidewalk when I notice something: my route doesn't show up on the glasses. In fact, nothing is there but blank spaces. The glasses are on, but they aren't receiving any data. I look around. Darkness. Everywhere there should be lights, there is only inky black. I can hear the indistinct protesting of the crowds. It's hard to see with camera lights. It's cold outside. Frightened people lash out at pranksters who pretend to be ghosts for cheap laughs.

I can't go anywhere by standing around here, so I start toward Josephina's place. It wasn't far, and I have a decent memory, so I try to navigate the streets from that. I'm pretty sure there was a left turn here, and then a right turn there, and it was just few blocks this way down 8th Street...

Wait. This doesn't look like the residential area Josephina lives in. This looks way different. Everythhing looks older, worn, run down. Is this...the ghetto? Was it always this close? I look around to see where I am at, but I cannot make out anything like a familiar landmark or a street sign in this darkness. Am I lost? I am lost. I don't know where to go from here.

Voices. Voices coming from around the corner. It sounds like singing. What should I do? I could ask them for help, but what if they're dangerous? But they're singing. It doesn't sound like trouble. It's risk danger for help or stand here and slowly freeze. I walk closer to the corner where the voices are coming from. I see the faint reflection of light coming from a building across the street. The voices are clearer, coming from a lot. The light flickers, and there is a scent of something burning, like Mitchell's match and candles, but somehow pleasant. I walk to the lot. There is a group of people standing around a couple of barrels. There is a fire in each, and a ring of people surrounds them. Some of the people hold out their gloved hands trying to absorb the warmth of the fires. A stack of logs sits in between the barrels. One of the larger men steps forward, grabs a couple of logs, and throws them into the barrels, one in each. Within a few moments, the fires blaze a little brighter. They're singing Christmas carols. I know them from the music that normally plays all day, but there are no instruments or bass dropping or anything normally broadcast. It's just their voices ringing out into the dark, dead night.

When they had finished their current song, someone pointed at me, and they all turned to see their intruder. They motioned me to join them, so I stepped closer to the fire.

"Hey, man, you don't look like you're from around here," one of the men say.

"Uh, no, I'm not. I live downtown," I say. Amazed chatter followed, accented with "oos" and "ahs."

"Get lost?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I did."

"Where you headed?"

"Parker Street."

"You're about ten blocks off course."

"I see."

There was an awkward silence. A woman joined the group from the dark street.

"Joe's been called out," she says. "Someone got a hold of some fireworks and set them off by a substation. Power'll be out for a couple of hours."

"All that info, and not a lick of common sense," a man says. The group grunts in agreement and shakes their heads. I want to protest, but I wouldn't be here if I really knew where I was going and wasn't dependent on these glasses. I take them off and look at them.

"Hey, four-eyes," a man calls out. I look up. I feel a chill breeze and shiver. I don't belong here.

"Y-yeah?" I say.

"You got a favorite carol?"

"Oh, you don't need to worr--"

"No, man, you're our guest."

"Oh. I..." I had to think for a moment. I never really gave that much thought before. It all kind of blurs together every year. Everyone seems so blissful and happy and cheerful. I guess there was that one upbeat song about comfort and joy, but I never really heard anything but that part.

"There's one that's about comfort and joy, I think?" I offer.

They all nod their heads. Some say it's a good one.

The man who asked starts them off. "God rest ye," and then they all take hold and sing the entire song. A song of faith, joy at the coming of a savior. I never heard such things before. I tried to sing with them, but I couldn't keep up with them except at that chorus part. I looked around uncomfortably and noticed that there was a tree bedecked with a few ornaments and a string of lights. A real one, not something that the glasses tacked on. Next to it was a table with a small plate of food. I approach the tree as they sang. I touch the needles but jerk my hand back as they poke it. I didn't think they would be so sharp. I reach out again and grit through the uncomfortable feeling. It smelled of pine. Of course, it did. But it was a real scent, not something coming from a candle or spray. I could feel the weight of the wood and the sticky sap in each whiff. If the power had not been out, this tree would be illuminated by the pathetic string of lights and the star that crowned the top. It would have been a warm and welcoming sight, especially for these people. This was nothing like the celebrations I walked past earlier.

I could go to Mitchell's again later, or maybe some other store. I brought out the food I bought and set it out on the table. The tamales had cooled some but still held a little warmth, which I offered to the gathered crowd when they had finished singing. I've seen people excited over a meal before, but I've never seen such joy as each person caressed their warm tamal and peeled it open to eat. They hail me as some sort of hero, half-mockingly, and the other half genuine. I brought them cheer. No, that's not right. They already had cheer. I simply accented it.

They crack jokes, tell stories, and ask questions. They want to know what I do. They talk about their hard lives. I am far away from family, but they cherish theirs daily. Some say this is the finest food they've ever had. I don't know what to say. When they finish eating, more logs enter the fires, and the singing begins anew, well-fed and grateful for it. I keep up the best that I can, fully aware that I never really paid attention to music as anything more than background noise. Time loses its meaning, and for a short while, I am adopted into this community. I feel blessed.

After some time, the lights return to the city. People cheer as their tree also lights up with the surrounding buildings. Strings of bulbs alight overhead with no real pattern. They shine over the lot with the little bit of magic they hold. I feel a buzzing in my pocket. I pull out my glasses and put them on. A flurry of activity pours through, and Josephina is calling.

"Henry?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh, good! You're alright! Did you get lost?"

"No. Well, yes. I did. But I ended up at someone else's party while the power is out."

"We're still going here, telling ghost stories, if you want to come."

"It's getting a bit late out as it is. I'll have to take a rain check."

"I get you. Sorry it didn't work out!"

She waves bye and hangs up. I rejoin the party I found myself in. I think tonight, I found the better place to be.

#inklingschallege #christmas #story: complete #image: song

[randomshytt]

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i did cash out 13$ quickly and it was sent within 24 hours.

As I mentioned above, their process to cash out requires users to provide tax information including; address, birthdate, SS number and a PayPal or bank.

I went ahead bc I'm legit for now. WOOT WOOT NO WARRANTS!!

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My current offer with them is to upgrade my (stronghold) to level 12 on this zombie game within 16 days for $18.

They gave me 7$ to play this lame trump game and I finished the offer in less than a week. I was immediately credited once I fulfilled the offer terms and exited the game.

So far I'm loving Alpha and now that my payment information has been verified, I'm ready to do more offers.

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[brainexplosion375]

Take your lonely vitamins!

I wanna talk about being alone. I think the society that we live in makes going out alone or spending days on end without really connecting with anyone embarrassing? Being surrounded by people has become less about friendships and connecting and more about the validation we receive just by simply being seen with others. I don’t agree with that, I don’t think anyone really does but being alone is too scary to face head on. I made a friend a few months ago over facebook when I was going batshit crazy trying to find somewhere to live in a city I knew nobody in. She was going to be my roommate but credit approval got complicated and we decided to just go our own ways apartment hunting wise. She is also new to the city and we had gotten kind of close through our little online friendship so I had her on pretty much all the socials. I distinctly remember seeing her post about being at a bar. I was struck with jealousy a little bit because I just assumed she had already made friends to go out with upon moving here. But as I continued to scroll through the posts that captured her night, I realized she wasn’t with anybody. She had ordered her own uber, gone out alone, ordered her own drinks, sat by herself in the presence of strangers, and had an amazing time. This baffled me at first because the idea of doing that feels so taboo, but the more that I thought about it the more it made sense. If I feel like going to a bar because I have the most unbudgeable craving for an espresso martini (which I do get, often) then why wait around for the “ok” from someone else, just so I can feel less awkward about sitting at a bar? No, fuck that. So I tried it out for myself, I’ve been wanting to go out to this certain neighborhood in my city that's particularly LGBTQ friendly, we’re talking pride flags on every street corner. The downtown little bar scene there looked fucking adorable, and I just really wanted to see for myself, especially now that I’m 21 (woot woot happy belated to me).

I had to work at 7 am the next day so I left the house around 8, got really confused by some streets in the neighborhood and finally found some free parking. The first bar I went to I quickly realized was definitely catered towards queer women, which was honestly perfect. I walked in, looked around at some of the groups of people there and I did feel just slightly out of place but it was fine, I had told myself that I was going to order one drink and then mission accomplished. So, I sat at the bar and got ignored for a good 15 minutes, typically I have no problem addressing people when I need something but when you are out alone, everything feels ten times scarier and for some reason flagging down this bartender felt like the worst thing I could do at that moment. While I was waiting I looked over at these two girls sitting together enjoying fruity looking cocktails, we made eye contact and the social butterfly in me wanted to spark up a conversation but then I realized they were probably on a date and that wouldn’t be very appropriate. I think the bartender finally realized I existed so she took my order and the second the espresso martini that I had been fantasizing about all day was placed in front of me, I was reborn. I looked back at the couple of girls to my left, they were hitting it off, so I left that alone, but to my right was an older woman. Much older than me, I realized that when we we’re talking about nine eleven and “where were you when it happened?” She had been a senior in highschool. BUT one of the things that has helped me in my journey of being on my own is finding friends in anybody. We don’t have to be the same age, gender, orientation, any of that shit to have a beautiful friendship. So I did what I always do when I want to talk to someone. I complimented her dress, next thing I know it's been two hours and the bartender is taking away the chairs at the bar because they are opening the dance floor. Keighlley, if you see this, it was nice meeting you.

When you are prepared to face the world alone the possibilities suddenly feel like they become endless. It’s a part of becoming an adult. Are you ever just sitting at home or driving in your car and you have the sudden realization that you have 100% free will right now? You can literally do anything you want to. (Well, some things are more encouraged than others) I think about this a lot, it’s so easy to get stuck in a routine and feel like there are limitations to the things we can do with our days/weeks/months/entire lives. So, here I am, in a new city, surrounded by 1.4 million people. I'm the loneliest I’ve ever been, but that certainly doesn’t mean I'm unhappy. This post is turning out to be way more inspirational that I meant to it be but moral of the story, or as they say on Reddit, TLDR;

Don’t limit yourself for the sake of approval from others, it only exists in your head. Sometimes friends aren’t going to be on the same wavelengths as you, but don’t let that stop yours.

#blog #personal post #life #lonliness

[chadstjames]

14 hour flight done. A 7 hour one left and then I’m in London!!! Woot woot woot!

Also my Crocs look fabulous AF! 😝

[kasienda]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

i@ladyofthenoodle - thank you for the tag! These are always fun to me!

1. Are you named after anyone?

My mom. My name is a diminutive/alternate form of her name that has the same meaning.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I cry every day these days. Today, it was like five hours ago. 3. Do you have kids?

I have three!!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not as much as I used to. I was a very sarcastic kid. My students have trained it out of me because there’s always a handful that don’t understand that I’m being harmful. 5. What sports do you play/have played?

Gymnastics, volleyball, tried out for the soccer team but didn’t make it and was too terrified to try again.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

How they treat others, specifically how they treat children if any are present. 7. What’s your eye color?

Blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t need a happy ending, but I HATE scary movies, so I’m going with the happy ending.

9. Any special talents?

Yes. I could go in a lot of directions with this and because of that am struggling to write anything. Let’s go with (gluten free) baker! Woot!

10. Where were you born?

U.S.

11. What are your hobbies?

writing fic, cross stitch, recently picked up bookbinding so I could turn my fics into actual physical books.

12. Do you have pets?

Kitty cat. Her name is Kali. She’s named after the goddess of destruction, which used to fit her really well. But she’s really old and mellow now.

13. How tall are you?

59.75”

14. Favorite subject in school?

In high school it was usually history or physics, but I was always best at math

15. Dream job?

My current job except i work less hours and get paid more. <--  Stolen from MissNoodles, but I think it’s very true for me as well. (I would also like an American medical system that isn’t broken, but that doesn’t pertain to my job as much). I know some of you have already been tagged, but there’s no way I’m getting to fifteen without some double dipping!

@flightfoot @trainsinanime @rosie-b @jennagrinsoverml @thelibraryloser @coffeebanana @miabrown007 @chocoluckchipz @into-september Nope! I still can’t make it to fifteen. Haha! If you want to play, consider yourself tagged!

#tumblr games #tag youre it!

[gettingbetterformyself]

90 day journey

I'm back again with some original content *cue gasp*

As of yesterday, I've been married for one year! Which is awesome! Since the wedding + honeymoon though, I had completely fallen off my health journey. I had gotten down to 161 lbs around the wedding and I soon saw myself back up to 175. I've recently restarted my journey and am at 169 so back into the 60's, woot!

My body pain is still pretty bad. If you're new here, I'm a hairstylist and makeup artist who is 26 and in a lot of chronic pain. Funnnn stuff lol. We are starting to consider that I might have arthritis which is....not ideal news? Granted, I haven't been tested for that yet but tbh it would make a lot of sense given the pain I experience on the day to day.

So why share all of this?

Well as of yesterday, 10/30/22, I decided to start the Blogilates 90 day journey! This is basically a "challenge" she made for you to establish your own fitness, nutrition, and mental health goals/rules that you want to follow for 90 days. (Here's her video on her own 90 day journey https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkAkx6vDff8 if you're interested in it yourself!)

I decided I want to:

-workout 3x a week, doesn't matter how big or small!

-have no alcohol or coca-cola for the full 90 days

-drink 1/2 gallon of water a day

-do my skincare every night (as a "mental wellness" goal)

-use my 90 day journal every day (and track my food + water in it!)

-get 7+ hours of sleep every night

I also have physical goals of:

weight: 150 or lower

body fat%: 30% or lower

BMI: 25 or lower

I plan on updating with my progress every month, so stay tuned! It's time to really buckle down and show up for myself. I hope you'll feel compelled to do the same, whatever that looks like for you :)

#me #wellness #healthy lifestyle change #sustainable weight loss #healthy #blogilates #90 day journey #lifestyle change #exercise #healthy eating motivation

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[lifewithoutmeds]

September 9, 2022

I guess. I guess i’ve been in florida for three days by now, shockingly.

quick recap: flew in on wednesday, september 7th. flight from LAX was at/around 12:30 p.m. and I arrived to tampa around i guess 8:11 p.m. took an airport shuttle to the local Hampton by Hilton. checked in, got my room key, went to my room, and found it was locked from inside, thought there was some weird trick i wasn’t getting, tried over and over, and finally an exasperated indian lady opened the door angrily to let me know that that was HER ROOM and i, fragiley, apologetically left and went downstairs, was told there must’ve been some mistake, because that was my room, and i got a different room. later i learned she had checked in earlier with a similar-sounding last name and been given my room even though she had a completely different first name, and was, in fact, supposed to be at an entirely different hotel altogether, etc.

they told me my room was comped, which was cool, and i ordered some takeout from the nearby World of Beer, had my shuttle driver take me there and back (tipped of course), and ate some wings, cold tater tots, and a mediocre IPA back at the hotel room. thursday morning (apparently), i just kinda lounged around. i ate breakfast at 6 a.m. (bagel with extra cream cheese, scrambled eggs, sausages), got some water, lounged around, tried to sleep some more, then went down for more water and a bagel, asked for late checkout, and left at 1:00 p.m. got driven to the car rental place, waited til 1:40 p.m., when they let me have my car (scheduled for a 2:00 p.m. pick up), went to the local walmart to buy some fishing gear, then picked up ant around 2:30 p.m. went to a local peruvian place, then the almost two hours to my airbnb where we chilled for a sec before chris (the fiance) picked her up.

friday: made/drank some coffee at my place, then picked ant up for a local breakfast at “metro diner” which had a mindblowing $3.39 bloody mary. granted it didn’t end up being very strong, but i was so excited at this prospect and it so kind of set the mood for the rest of the day. also our waitress was amazing and we ordered fried chicken and waffles which were appropriately delicious and i loved it. i then dropped ant off and met chris’ mom, vivian, who was pretty cool and i looked at some of the stuff christopher was working on: namely customized camera gear and lasering stuff on youtube. 

i then left, and tried out a couple fishing places: Caspersen beach park (no fishers, very narrow shoreline, no sandcrabs, and everyone was looking for shark teeth), and then the Sharky’s/Venice pier, where i bought a $5 bucket and $5 worth of live shrimp and ended up catching a random assortment of fun fish, and only left because seemingly everyone else was and a “storm” was coming in, which it was, and it downpoured intermittently for the next hour.

met up ant and c at the local hobby lobby afterward, then at publix loaded up on beer and snacks, and introduced c to MD back at my place, before they had to leave to get v dinner. they’re eating homemade pizza now while i debrief, drink Peroni’s, talk to my mom, and wait til Lorena finishes her prescribed 30 minutes of ground school before we watch the L word via teleparty together (woot!)

plans: saturday: charterboat fishing in Naples at 7 a.m. (necessitating a 5 a.m. wake up and a 1 hour 15 minute drive away). get $10 parking passes. fish with lorena from 7 to 12 noon.

sunday: meet up with Lorena and visit St. Petersburg, possibly watch a DVD.

monday: either surf fish or pier fish.

tuesday: leave airbnb at 4:30 a.m. drop off car at 6:00 a.m., catch shuttle to airport at 6:00 a.m., get to airport at/around 6:10 a.m., run to terminal and catch flight that leaves at 7:00 a.m.

so far, pretty happy with how the trip is going.  will update further as things progress.

KG