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whentherewerebicycles · 2 years

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I am not sleeping well at ALL this week but I think that’s partly because I’ve been practicing poor sleep habits (on my phone way too late into the night) and because it’s been a tumultuous week of Big Life Decisions. so I’m hoping that things settle down soon! I can tell I’m stressed about real life stuff when all my dreams are monotonous yet frustrating ‘task dreams’ where I’m trying to organize something or file things or do paperwork for what feels like hours on end and things keep going awry. but it’s okay! it will settle soon.

today I am anxiously checking and rechecking my email this morning waiting for the updated offer letter to come through and hoping that they didn’t decide overnight to rescind it because I asked for more money and PTO (shh brain shhhhh it’s fine). I ordered some books on adult learning theory in the context of training and development and the first one arrives today! I am also thinking about using my leftover UT research funds to purchase an annual coursera plus subscription so I can start working through some certification courses in project management… tbd. I think this job will likely be temporary (1-2 years) but I want to really make the most of it and get as much valuable experience as I can so I’m in a stronger position the next time I’m job hunting. I also know that the best way to get myself super, super psyched about a new thing is to turn it into a self-improvement project + a research project lol so I am preparing to go full jes on this one.

I am also more excited than I expected to be working with a team!!! I love my current job but I think the thing I’ve been most starved for in the last three years is regular feedback from people who are more experienced than me and can help me improve in my job… I can get lots of feedback from students and that’s very useful data but apart from two or three brief check-ins with the deans a year I have to kinda figure out what I’m doing right and what I need to do better at on my own… and that’s frustrating because I don’t always have the experience or the objective distance to identify those things. so it’ll be nice to have a project lead and a chain of supervisors to ask questions of and get advice from.

I want to do more meta-writing about the new job and my short- and long-term goals for this next chapter of my career, but I think I will set that aside for a bit until everything is signed & settled. today I have two meetings with former students… I am workshopping a grad school SOP first draft with one of them and then doing a check-in/life update with another one who graduated a while back. I also need to leave comments on another student’s revised resume—I sent her all the Ask a Manager stuff @bottleupandexplode sent me and made her redo it lol. she is one of my brilliant young women mentees who did sooo many amazing things in college and yet seems to not register any of her achievements as impressive, probably because she is very smart and those things came easily to her. it’s always fun to help someone do that reframing work haha. anyway it will be a good day of student stuff!!

I haven’t canceled that interview yet (it’s at 4pm today) because some part of me is whispering not to do anything rash until I have a signed offer letter. I guess it’s still possible I will go through with it? I might take the next hour to brainstorm responses to interview questions to see how I’m feeling about it. could be good experience.

okay how about this for the day:

up at 6:30 🥴

6:30-9 emails, planning, coffee, lounge

9-10:30 make breakfast & brainstorm ideas for interview questions

by 10:30… make decision about whether or not to proceed with the interview

10:30-11:30 shower, get ready, read ML’s SOP draft. if I’ve decided to do the interview I might also email ML to reschedule to Friday so I have more time to focus on the draft.

11:30-12:30 leave comments and plan SOP coaching session

12:30-1 practice interview questions OR work on AU resume

1-2 ML coaching session

2-3 practice interview questions OR work on AU resume

3-3:30 JE mtg

3:30-4 interview prep

4-5 CC job interview

5-7 finish podcast editing & buy subscription so we can upload!

7-8 walk dogs

I’d like to try to have screens away by 9:45, read until 10:30ish, and lights out by 10:45

#daily processing

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marthammasters · 2 months

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have u ever met a house type doctor ?

my crazy storytime 🥴

when i was a kid i had a small infection in my neck that multiple doctors dismissed as muscle pain. after weeks of pain my parents took me to one doctor who instantly realised something was up and prescribed me antibiotics (didnt work, others assumed she was wrong abt infection💀). was hospitalised, got many mris and scans done. by the time she got proof she was right, i was almost septic. had to get major surgery (twice) because the surgeons could not get it right the first try. they removed the abscess and nearly two decades later im alive bc some haughty doctor decided she couldnt be wrong and im eternally grateful and helplessly endeared to ppl like that lmao 😭

I haven’t myself but ZOMFG )2)373??)😭😭😭 almost-sepsis & a surgery redo ….. that’s so crazyyyyy well it’s experiences like this they make the phrase “alls well that ends well” for I suppose LOLL. Glad it turned out to be a saving occurrence for u 🙏🙏I wonder what crazy completely unrelated detail gave her her rushing out of the office epiphany.

#answer #anon

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floraleevee · 1 year

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I started immunosuppressants 2 weeks ago this Thursday and I already feel SO much better :)

Like, I haven’t been able to work because of this stupid disease. The past few months have involved intestinal spasms every hour (and sometimes every half hour). But the past few days have seen such a steady improvement that i should be able to manage going back to subbing this week!

My plans to move out of the country are in shambles because of the thesis news, but this way I can save up even more money. I’m thinking of just moving to NC to be with friends for the time being. Then, once I get my thesis stuff squared away (whatever that means now 🥴🫠), I can jump ship!

#the biggest obstacle to face with moving would be making sure the job I have lined up covers these meds #just spent a lotta effort redoing my CV and personalizing a cover letter for a lab tech job that I’m suuuuuper qualified for #and it’s a state job #which hopefully means the insurance is good #fingers crossed 🤞🤞#also it’s with UNC so if I get it I can take classes for free #so even if my school supremely fucks me over and I have to switch to an MA #I can hopefully just transfer my units and complete my MA through UNC #I’m getting ahead of myself though #anyways life’s throwing me curveballs left and right (some of em good some of em bad) but we just keep swimming!!!#runon post

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fulloflifejovette · 2 years

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🤔💭IS SOMETHING FUNKY GOING ON🤨? Today is FYI and come F(v)ISIT me Friday😌. I know I usually start my Fridays with something Funny🥸 BUT after being 3 & 3/4 weeks at my new job I’m still working out the quirks🙄. 1. I’m not sure what’s going on with FB Marketplace but it’s acting like a fool🧐 aka Funking Friday🥴. 2. IFFFFF you haven’t followed my @jovetteatuniversaltoyota page or my FB Full Of Life Shop Page 💁🏽‍♀️ please do since that’s where you’ll see my 🚙Car Of The Days🚙. 3. I felt like a little kid in my new corner office 🤣😂. One of the guys said “…sooo like 1st day of school 🏫 pics??…” We alllll know that they think I’m a little 🤏🏽off🤭🫣. 4. 🤗The most recent 🚙CAR OF THE DAY🚙 is brand new 🥳. I’m thinking I’ll post a new car (even if it sells very fast💨) upon arrival ⏰) and then I’ll post a previously owned car around 6 hours later??🤷🏽‍♀️ Trial and error😏. (at Universal Toyota) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgUazVNu_Xs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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tariah23 · 2 years

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Akakkaka

Our stupid landlord called us out of the blue talking about some “um, make sure you guys do this and that because I’m sending people out to paint the kitchen, and the two rooms upstairs tomorrow 🥺-‘ (they were supposed to have did this shit last summer but never came back and are only trying to do shit just now because of inspection coming up lmfaokasjj) now my mom, bro, and I had to scramble to clear out my room, the other room, and the kitchen 🗿. They don’t have to do anything downstairs or in any of the other rooms but still (they need to redo the bathroom tbh this house is old as shit and sm things look rotted out, the landlord is just cheap as shit and gets mad whenever we call her to fix an issue in the house) now she’s all like, trying to play nice, the “oh, I’m such a good landlord, don’t I work so hard for you guys 🥺! Also, I got you a purse miss [last name] (@ my mom since the last time she was here, which was last week with the handyman, they were talking about purses like whatever girl) the handyman is cool but he’s always trying to play stupid whenever the landlord is around because she’s always lying and implicating him in her lies (she lied about him standing on our porch for 15 minutes knocking in the heat even though he’s the type to ring the doorbell once, knock a few times, and if you don’t open up the door within 2 micro seconds, he’s GONE or he’ll be all like “I thought y’all was gone/ sleep lol” like nigga, let US PUT OUR HANDS on the doorknob first before you drive away ldmsmska.) so we knew she was lying on his name. He was supposed to have painted the rooms and kitchen last summer and the landlord went ghost and he just never said anything. Then last week when both he and the landlord were here, he was like “was that two years ago? Or so, like I don’t remember 🥴? I had to paint? What?” Like nigga… he was doing it on purpose because he didn’t want the landlord to feel stupid for lying so badly and it was awkward af but lakskak don’t make us look like we were lying EITHER 😹!?/!&//&&/& fuck. Now you assholes want to move because you want to pass inspection 🗣! Our hedges haven’t been cut in a while either so everything was overgrown in the back yard and misshaped in the front of the house so the handyman (she calls his ass for literally everything when she doesn’t want to call the pros and wants to save money. He’s cool at least. My mom and him be roasting the landlord together but when she’s in person, my mom acts fake as hell and the handyman pretends to be oblivious of shit. It’s… yeah.

#lmfksksjsks #I hate landlords lol #rambling

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islandpcosjourney · 2 years

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Day 28 – May ’22 challenge

5th June

Now obviously I haven’t completed 28 days this time around 🤷🏻‍♀️ I broke my food-fast on Day 26 and again today for a family BBQ – life happens! I’ve allowed the “slips”, accounted for them, and built them into my way forward.

My plan is to continue juicing mid-week and eating what I choose at the weekends. It should be pretty sustainable. I might even do full juicing until my op (another 16 days) as I want to be in as best a shape as I can be for the op.

I already feel pretty good. My confidence level in myself has definitely increased. I can’t stop thinking about what a good day Friday was. I’m so pleased I did it. I’m so pleased it’s sparked an interest inside me. That I’m feeling good about being out/in the water again, is a total surprise to me.

I’m already making plans to be going out paddle-boarding again, soon! So, I went looking for Kevin’s wetsuit as I’ve never put one on before and I eventually would like to get one, when I’m more of a stable size. So, rather than buying one to fit me now and having to downsize next year, I thought I’d try Kevin’s on and see if it was even possible to wear. Before now, I was scared to even try it on because I knew I was bigger than him and it wouldn’t fit! But not trying it on, meant that it wasn’t confirmed that I was a fat so-and-so 😂 It’s hard at the best of times to compare a female to a male body – we are different shapes after all. However, a recent wardrobe/washing malfunction led me to believe that I had got to the point where I was now smaller than Kevin, overall. A pair of straight legged jeans (size 18) which I now use as pair of lounging jeans and an easy on/off loose bottom half when I go for a massage, had been in the wash and came back upstairs when they were dry. Somehow, they ended up at Kevin’s side of the bedroom and he put them on one day. They fit him perfectly and they actually looked really good on him, until he put his phone in the pocket and it didn’t fit – so he instantly knew they weren’t his jeans 😂 He’s running out of non-holey/ripped jeans at the moment which he can wear out-out and I tried to say he was welcome to them but he didn’t want to know when his oversized phone didn’t fit anyway 🤷🏻‍♀️ his loss.

However, that must’ve triggered me to realise that as they’re loose on me but fit Kevin, perhaps I’m smaller than him now? Yay – another “goal” reached 🤪 I still look in the mirror and see the rounded version of me from 2+ yrs. ago but I KNOW this isn’t the truth. So, I went in search of his wetsuit to prove that to myself. Something I knew wouldn’t fit me before, but suspect would fit me now. I was happy to find out I was right! I was not happy to find a spider had set up camp on the outside of it 🥴 Apart from it being too long as it’s a man’s wetsuit, to fit a 6ft4 Kev, and it is big generally on the torso (but is able to go round my bust!) it goes on me and I’m sure would work to keep me warmer than leggings if I wanted to go in the water with it on. I can turn up the legs so they’re more fitting around my ankles. For all that I might need one this summer, it’s worth a try before I invest in one next year. This is major progress for me – I’m considering wearing a wetsuit?! I never thought I’d think that let alone do it.

So, at the end of this challenge, I’ve achieved something I didn’t set out to achieve and I’ve perhaps not met some of the other goals BUT it doesn’t matter. It’s all a step in the right direction. It’s all part of the longer-term journey. It’s all a work in progress. Rome wasn’t built in a day. My health was many years in the decline so it may take more than 2 years in its restoration. I’m prepared to accept that now. It’ll take as long as it takes. There’s no point in trying to fast-track it by forcing it as all I’m doing in the process is slowing it down. Ahead of me is a period of 2 months with a new job, a completely new experience and therefore, a new chance to focus on what is important. Long may this lease of healthy life continue! You may not hear from me for a while now – but no promises!

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ghosthart · 3 years

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literally nothing happens in my life and then every thing happens all at once within the same week and month like i’m so stressed wtf

#had to deal with a bunch of moving related stuff #and my bf is going away for a month so trying to plan our last days to hang out for a while #he won’t have a phone the entire time so yeah #and another family member i rarely see last minute was like i’m in town these 2 days !!#so i had to say no to seeing them since there’s just too much like i have work and seeing my bf before he leaves #and next month i’m going on a trip for a week which will overlap with classes starting #which i STILL haven’t enrolled for i need to soon so i can get the times i need #and like if we sell the house soon then moving might overlap with the trip classes starting when i’ve been out of school for 3 yrs and #having to pack up all my stuff 🥴#plus my new job that i haven’t gotten comfortable at yet

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rozcdust · 2 years

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Ghost in your arms

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, a little bit of angst

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Canon divergent, substance abuse, extensive talk about drugs, profanity, violence, mentions of throwing up (in the sense of taking care of someone throwing up), attempted noncon (vaguely mentioned), talk about overdose, ooc

Synopsis: You didn’t think your night would end up with you taking care of a drugged up manchild, yet you found yourself in your apartment at 4 a.m., holding him as he wept into your collar bones.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

a/n: this work is in no way meant to glamourise or promote substance abuse. don’t do drugs kids 🥴🤬

Were you enjoying being at the club? Not particularly, no, you were tired and pissy from the upcoming exams and your part time job, but your friend had a birthday, and basically begged you to come celebrate and let loose a bit.

You didn’t see a reason why you should relax, frankly, you were doing just fine with your 8 scheduled mental breakdowns a week, but whatever.

It was not a relaxing experience.

Your taste in friends being questionable at best, they all ditched you to either go home with a guy, or to fuck him in the club bathrooms.

You wanted to smack them all, but taking a deep breath and counting to ten, you opted for just sitting there at your table, scrolling through your phone and bored out of your fucking mind.

Until a girl you never saw before slipped next to you. Her purple dress fluttered against your legs as she settled way too close.

“Hey! You alone tonight?” She asked, well, yelled, her lips curled in a bright smile. You could barely hear her over the loud music.

“Wasn’t supposed to be, but my friends ditched me.” You yelled back, shrugging your shoulders.

“You’re hot, you wanna go to my place, drink a bit more? There’s this pretty hot guy I found!”

Raising an eyebrow, you checked her out. She was attractive, you couldn’t deny that, and besides, you haven’t been laid in a while. A casual hookup might be exactly what you need.

“Sure.”

She grinned. “Excellent! Come, let’s get him.”

Seeing the man, you could feel your stomach twisting.

He was beautiful. With his long lashes, and soft facial features, he looked like a painting, sitting there dressed in a suit, smoking a cigarette.

The real problem was, he looked half dead, it was clear he was more than drunk, and on more than just some weed. He was pale as a rag, obviously trying to stop himself from shivering and shaking, his pink hair stuck to his forehead.

“Heyo.” He slurred out, looking up at you with a smile.

His eyes were bloodshot and hooded, pupils fully taking over his irises.

“Come on, help me pick him up!” The girl startled you, you forgot she was there for a second.

“Are you fucking insane? Look at him, he’s high off his ass!” You responded, now pissed off. The guy looked like he could barely move or speak.

The girl huffed.

“If you don’t want him, I’m keeping him then!” She yelled back, reaching to grab him.

Without even thinking, you punched her square in the face.

“WHAT THE FUC-“ She tried to yell, holding her bleeding nose and backing away.

“He. Is. High. He can’t fucking consent to shit! You’re not taking him anywhere. Did you think I was just gonna stand there and let you fuck him while he looks like he’ll overdose? Get the fuck out of here and away from him before I break your fucking jaw.”

Still holding her bleeding nose, she scurried away, yelling you’ll regret this.

Not breaking her jaw? Yea, you’re sure you’ll regret that part.

Now. Your new problem.

What the fuck to do with Pinkie Pie?

You gently tapped his shoulder, trying to gain his attention.

“Yo, dude? You don’t look so good, did you come here with anyone?”

He tried to open his eyes to look at you.

“Yea, they went somewhere tho.” He was slurring and mumbling, you could barely hear him.

Equal parts anger and panic started rising up in your throat. What kind of shitty friends leave someone in that state alone? You weren’t joking about him verge of an overdose earlier, he looked like he needed medical attention.

“What are you on? How much did you take?”

He frowned, seemingly in deep concentration, counting on his fingers.

“Six, seven- Eleven Mollies? And a blunt.”

You stomach dropped. It all made sense now. You needed to get him out of the club, and get him somewhere safe as soon as possible.

“What do your friends look like?!” You yelled, praying he would be able to give you at least a half accurate description.

“Ugh-“, he groaned, seemingly trying to remember, “Tall? They have a tattoo on their throats… Purple black hair? One looks like a jellyfish.” He let out a small giggle, and it would have been adorable if you weren’t close to popping a blood vessel.

“Wait here, anyone tries anything or tries to take you somewhere, punch them.” You instructed, receiving something that could have been ‘Yes ma’am’ or ‘Fuck you, bitch’ as a response. Not that you cared, you needed to find the fuckers that left him alone in this state.

10 minutes of running around the club, searching in the bathroom and outside, you found no one who fit Pinkie’s description.

Fuck, you thought to yourself, coming back to him, relief washing over you as you found him exactly where you left him, lighting up another cigarette.

Your decision was impulsive, and probably somewhat influenced by the alcohol and panic in your system, but you couldn’t leave him alone there like that.

“Come on Pinkie, you’re coming with me.” You dragged him up, hooking his arm behind your shoulders, already pulling out your phone to call a cab.

“Okay.” He murmured out as he leaned his head on top of yours, closing his eyes fully.

You glanced up at him.

“You better not fucking die on me, Pinkie Pie.”

If someone told you your night would end up with you dragging a stranger into your apartment at 4 a.m., only to rub his back and hold his hair as he threw up, your Hello Kitty hair band placed on his head to hold his bangs back, you would have told them they were insane and to fuck off.

Yet here you are, trying to keep your voice as calm and soothing as you could in your highly stressed state, talking him into not drinking any more water.

“Pinkie, I know you’re thirsty, but you’ll over hydrate. Wait a few more minutes.”

He groaned, burying his face in the crook of his elbow, his arm reaching out to try and grab the water bottle from you.

“Don’t care…” He mumbled, eyes fully closed to shelter his sensitive pupils from the bright bathroom lights.

“Well, I do.”

Pouting like a child, his eyes fluttered open just enough so he could peek at you through his lashes.

Sighing, you caved.

He let you bring the bottle to his lips, slowly taking a few sips, spilling a little on his vest jacket and button up.

He managed to keep it down though, so you counted that as a victory, past few sips either ended up on his shirt or the toilet bowl.

Settling yourself down next to him, leaning against the wall, you kept rubbing his back, at least trying to sound comforting as you told him he’ll be fine.

In reality, you were fucking fuming. Who ever the fuckers that left him alone were, you wished to bash their fucking face in. If you hadn’t found him, and started throwing up, which was inevitable with the amount of MDMA he took, he could have died.

You shuttered at the thought.

“‘m cold…” Pinkie opened his eyes slightly, looking at you expectedly. Relief washed over you, a bit of his blue irises were peaking behind his wide blown pupils.

“Of course, your clothes are soaked. Please unbutton the vest and button up, take them off, I’ll get you a hoodie.” Sighing, you gently pat his head, standing up.

Picking out the biggest shirt and hoodie you could find in your closet, you made your way to the kitchen to get him some coconut water and turn the heat on.

He was right where you left him, his vest on the floor, but he was struggling unbuttoning his shirt, frustration clear on his face.

“Stop staring and help me.” He whined, looking more like a toddler throwing a tantrum than a drugged up grown adult.

That pout on his face and the Hello Kitty headband did him no services.

You let out a soft laugh, crouching next to him to unbutton the last few buttons he couldn’t get.

Firmly closing your eyes, you helped him wrestle out of it.

“Hands up, Pinkie.” With your eyes shut, you couldn’t be sure if he listened, but by the way the shirt went over his head smoothly, you’ll assume he did.

Opening your eyes to pull the hoodie on him, you were met with his intense gaze.

“Why are you closing your eyes? Am I that ugly?” Somehow, his pout deepened, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

God, he was so pretty. Whoever the fuck left him alone in this state, deserved to fall off the Empire State Building.

“Nah, you’re beautiful, honestly. But you’re also high as fuck right now, I’m trying to offer you as much respect as possible. Ya know, as a treat.”

“Oh.”

You fell back to your spot on the floor, facing him with your legs stretched out and back on the wall.

The room was silent for a few minutes besides his heavy, slow breathing and your own heartbeat.

“Hey Pinkie, you okay? You still feel nauseous?”

He shook his head, earning a sigh of relief from you.

Without a warning, he crawled up to you, plopping himself on your lap.

“Um, Pinkie-“

“Shut up, and let me. You’re warm.” He mumbled, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist.

Hesitantly, you started playing with his hair, gently running your fingers through it, hoping it will provide some sort of comfort. It was surprisingly soft, and he seemed to melt in your touch, so you continued, pulling the Hello Kitty hair band off.

“You really think so?” He muttered, so softly you could barely hear him. His voice sounded even drowsier, he was absolutely not lucid.

“Huh?”

“That I’m beautiful?”

He couldn’t see your baffled look.

“I mean, yea? Have you seen yourself?”

He removed himself from your shoulder, staring you dead in the eyes.

“Even with these?” Pointing to scars on his lips, his voice sounded hopeful. Like he was begging, begging you to confirm your words to him.

Your heart broke right then and there.

“Yes, even with those.”

Something akin to relief seemed to wash over his face, and he hugged you, settling himself on your lap fully, body leaning on yours, face buried in the crook of your neck.

For such a tall man, he sure had a way of making himself small.

Gently, you hugged him back, holding his shivering body, rubbing circles on his back. His hands gripped the back of your shirt.

The sound of his small, soft sobs broke the silence, causing a new wave of panic to rise in your chest.

“Pinkie? Pinkie, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Your voice was frantic, breathing growing shorter as you tried to back away from him, trying to look him in the face.

His grip on you tightened.

“No, please… I’m fine, just- Fuck, I’m okay. Just let me calm down. Please let me stay like this. Please.”

His voice was small, words even more slurred than before.

You didn’t have the heart to say no.

He fell asleep sobbing into your neck.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu haruchiyo x y/n #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu fluff #bonten #akashi haruchiyo #kakucho hitto #kokonoi hajime #manjiro sano #ran haitani #rindou haitani #takeomi akashi #kanji mochizuki

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moonstonediaz · 2 years

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I don’t like the implication from certain fans (and even from the girl who plays Taylor) that not liking Taylor is misogynistic. That’s INSANE to me. I get the trope that sometimes people jump at the throat of the woman who seems to be “in the way” of their ship and yeah that’s not cool but in this case it’s like you gotta write said character in a way that makes me want to root for that couple and not the original ship. I have had moments where I shipped 2 characters but they weren’t together. I however still loved their significant other because the writers made me care about them. If you want me to like Taylor so much so I’d be alright if buddie never happens then they gotta try a lot harder. For me personally. I actually am so confused at people who ship buck and Taylor but I mean hey you do you! I don’t have to understand it but to say not liking her basically means you hate women is like one the most ridiculous things I’ve ever read lol

anon, this. was. PERFECTLY SAID.

and for some people, it is like that—not liking her because she “stands in the way of buddie”. but for me, personally, i don’t like her because i simply don’t like her. she’s not interesting, she’s not entertaining, she doesn’t have that quality that makes me come back week after week. she doesn’t have chemistry with buck. she isn’t a fleshed-out character. she’s two-dimensional. we know hardly anything about her. and if not liking her means that i hate women? 🥴 lol no

if they wanted us to root for them, the writers would have written their relationship with more effort. and i trust the writers to do it justice—any romantic character arc! and the fact that they haven’t with these two, well. that’s all the proof you need, really. they are trying to break buck out of the repeating cycle of his romantic relationships (accepting less than what he deserves) and the way they’re doing that is to use her. they’re using her as a plot device to further his narrative. buck has self-worth issues. it’s something he’s been working on for a while and i fully believe he is only staying with her so isn’t completely alone.

the entire season—with maddie’s ppd and her leaving, with chimney being hurt and blaming it on buck and leaving, with eddie being weird—it’s been very clear he’s feeling lonely. and what a horrible time to realize that his relationship with her isn’t working. because if he has to acknowledge that and let her go, he’ll be well and truly alone. and i don’t think he’s ready for that. until someone holds up that mirror and asks him, do you deserve this? he’ll keep on as he has been. and i would LOVE a parallel to buck’s convo with eddie about ana, but to end that repeating cycle, buck needs to be the one to ask that question to himself.

#so yeah this got away from me a little bit but i agree with you 100%!#and i shouldn’t have to say it but i am NOT making maddie’s ppd about buck so pls don’t take it that way #t answers #anon #911 fox #anti bucktaylor #anti taylor kelly

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featherymalignancy · 2 years

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I was tagged in this five-ever ago by @nikethestatue, thanks for the tag sis! I’d like to tag @tswaney17 and @mightymorphingayagenda in return!

20 Questions Writer’s Edition

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

301,061

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

In my lifetime I’ve written for LOTR, HP, and The Mortal Instruments. Currently I only write for the SJM-dom (ACOTAR and TOG)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I’m strongly opposed to kudos in general the idea that kudos=merit, so I refuse to rank my fics on this meaningless basis.

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Not nearly as much as I want to! I often get distracted and forget, and then I feel weird on commenting from a comment that’s several weeks/months old. 🥺 I do cherish every single comment, though. They mean the absolute world to me, thank to everyone who has ever left one!

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Weirdly none of them at the moment, which is weird because angst is to me what fútbol is to Danny Rojas

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I think probably Tender Jar. The last scene is basically just Oprah screaming “you get a happy ending and you get a happy ending; everybody gets a happy endinggggg”

8. Do you write crossovers? If yes, what’s the craziest thing you’ve written?

I literally have a SJM modern AU multiverse going right now that spans between Eyes of Texas, In Vino Veritas, and Navy Suits and which will eventually include F*cking Lawyers and Long Road Home and I’m having the time of my LIFE with it!

Cassian is childhood friends with Rowan, Lorcan, and Fenrys? Check

Manon and Mor hooking up? Check

Cassian being like a sibling to Aelin? Check

Aedion thinking Nesta is a smokeshow? Check

I was nervous to attempt the crossover at first, but I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out.

I have more interactions planned for the next chapter of In Vino Veritas and I cannot wait to hear the reactions.

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not since the days of ff.net. I’ve heard through the grapevine I have some haters within the SJM fandom, but so far they haven’t been bold enough to leave hate on my work, likely because they can’t do it anonymously #HateOnHaterz 😎

10. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

What kinds…are there? 🥴

Yes, I write a lot of smut, I strive for detail without being visceral or unpleasant? In smut like in sex, I think communication and dialogue is very hot, so I tend to use as much dirty talk as I feel I can get away with before it starts to feel cheesy and uncomfy

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge? I’ve had issues on and off with writers borrowing details from my fics without permission, but most people who do borrow things have asked my permission, which is all I ask 🥰

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No but I definitely have authors I’d love to collaborate with! The right opportunity just hasn’t come along yet but I hope someday it will

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Fandom Nessian. Canon Nessian was a bit of a bitch job IMO, but props to fic writers for picking up that slack and knocking that shit out of the park.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

l don’t think this will surprise anyone who’s been following me for awhile, but unfortunately Like a Lonely House. It’s a huge lift and I just don’t know that the interest was there! 🥺

16. What’s your writing strengths?

I like to think dialogue and characterization? And attention to detail. I love a good rabbit hole.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

I think my prose is very often overwrought and convoluted, which cheapens it. I fed myself a steady diet of “more is more” when I first began writing in my teens, and now I am working towards a more minimalist style. Simplicity is often a sign of great writing, because there is nowhere to hide.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I am a big proponent of it, and of not including translations. I prefer to offer context clues to signal to the reader what’s being said.

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

LOTR. And let me just say—absolutely not, never again. So harsh, so judgmental, hard pass.

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Probably In Vino Veritas. I love wine, I love Nessian, it’s really a perfect storm for me!

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