#I need to do a couple things like look up the cost of 2 classes I need to take/sign up for them/ set an appointment for the driving test/etc

[galariangengar]

One of my former college professors that I was close with and had classes with for my last 2 years got back to me recently about my email updating on me trying to get into a nursing program & saying how I appreciated them for their continued support. He told me not to worry, that he still has letters he’s written the past couple years and to apply to more schools. I knew this specific professor would be understanding and supportive, he always was towards me and I’m glad to hear that from him.

#ugh I’m crying after seeing his email and cuz just… all of this school shit and adult shit is so fucking hard man… #I wish things would be get better and things went my way already #I just want to be happy and for my dreams to come true and do all sorts of fun and cool things and shit… #I’ll be ok/ I just need to get this out and calm myself down for a few minutes #I need to do a couple things like look up the cost of 2 classes I need to take/sign up for them/ set an appointment for the driving test/etc #jazz uses curse! 💜

[notcaycepollard]

I just saw your Barbie jacket and fell in love, such beautiful work!

I want to get into sewing but have no idea where to start, do you have any tips?

Yes! FYI, I had the privilege of learning to sew at a really young age, around 10-12, thanks to 1) learning the basics from my mum 2) having a second-hand sewing machine I could futz around on as I pleased. But I truly think anyone can learn to sew, it does not have to be a childhood skill.

If you want to try it out before committing to buying anything except fabric, there are almost always community or adult education classes or courses that can teach you basics on their machines. Depends where you live but you might find them through your local community college or high school night class, library, YMCA/community centre, or even by asking at a fabric/craft store.

I highly recommend taking a couple of classes if you're a complete beginner - they can teach things like laying out and cutting patterns, threading a machine, the basic stitch and finishing options, etc. Often they can also teach you how to use your own machine, if you've bought one but you're a beginner.

If you want to try at home, at minimum you will need:

A basic sewing machine - you can very often find good second-hand machines online (ebay, craigslist, local buy/sell Facebook pages). Mine is a Janome and I've had it for almost 20 years, but the old 70s steel Singer machines are fantastic in terms of longevity.

A pair of reasonably sharp fabric scissors. You do not need to pay a million dollars for the best scissors, but going up a level from basic craft scissors, and keeping them only for cutting fabric (no paper) will make your cutting-out experience a lot easier.

A packet of sewing pins. For pinning down patterns and seams. I like the glass-head pins since they don't melt if you iron over them.

A tape measure for measuring yourself and checking your seam width, hems, etc.

An iron and ironing board (or table with a thick towel laid down, if space is a real problem).

A flat surface to lay out and cut your fabric - dining table or floor both work fine.

A needle for hand-sewing - to sew on things like buttons.

A box of empty bobbins to wind your bobbin thread onto.

In terms of patterns - there are a huge range of indie pattern companies online now (meaning they're not the big commercial patternmakers like Butterick). Most often, you can buy their patterns as a PDF and print it out on your home computer. In all honesty I much prefer indie patterns to commercial - they're often a lot more up to date with style, and usually not as expensive - but they can also be limited in terms of sizing, the range of style options, and some people really like a printed paper pattern instead of having to print your own. I recommend Papercut Patterns as an indie option that's great for beginners.

Indie instructions can also sometimes be a bit confusing (I find Etsy patterns the worst for this) although often you can email them and ask - or Google "[name of pattern] sew along" for a video tutorial. You can also find step by step video or blog post tutorials for pretty much every sewing technique, including things like putting in a zip, sewing buttonholes, etc.

Once you've picked your pattern, you'll obviously need fabric. There are a million people online who espouse the virtue of sewing with old bedsheets from thrift stores; in all honesty I don't love doing this because 1) I get a huge amount of joy from beautiful fabrics 2) if you want to make things that look 'professional'/store-bought, bedsheet cotton is not always your best friend. BUT it is probably the cheapest option for fabric, and a very good way to start or to test that a pattern fits and you know how to make it before you cut it out in the nice linen that cost $30 a yard. Using thrifted fabric is also obviously really eco-conscious, although a lot of fabric stores (especially independent ones vs chain stores like Spotlight or Joann) make a point of selling 'deadstock' fabric - fabric leftover from a clothing designer's run.

That's probably enough to start, honestly just fuck around and have fun with it, screw up a few times, lean into the imperfection. I still regularly scrap projects that aren't working for me, no shame in doing so as long as you're enjoying yourself!

#sewing

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

I'M OFFICIALLY OLD & I DON'T LIKE IT

@albrechtstarkarm

@elderberriesandarsenic @bitter1stuff

@gifsbysimplysonia

@allhailthe70shousewife

The abundance of technology and lack of humanity causes a longing for the past makes me feel like a fucking Luddite!

(Continue to read for Gen X bitching)

For the last couple of years, I have not been able to see that well through my current classes prescription. Every time that I would come close to getting a new prescription, I would face another eye surgery.

After the Corneal transplant, my surgeon refused to give me another prescription until a year had passed. Because, he said my eyes were changing too rapidly. In the meantime, I cannot see with this prescription at all. I only live about 7 blocks from my school and yet driving there every morning is. Terrifying, because I cannot see well enough. Every time I would go back for a checkup. I would beg the surgeon for refraction. Finally, the last time I wore the surgeon down and he said while he would not provide it. I was welcome to go to one of those cheap eyeglass places and get a temporary pair.

The place where I live does not have one of those places.

And it takes an act of God to get hubby to take me anywhere. So we waited until we were taking a trip to sea his mom, my MiL, four hrs away during Spring Break. And in an unfathomable display of generosity, he offered to take me on the way back to get my glasses.

We stop in Odessa and as luck would have it, there was a Stanton. Optical across the street from our hotel.

I go in and am given an iPad where apparently I have to write down my entire medical history by answering questions in a font so smallI cannot see it because my glasses are crappy.

It blew my mind that a place that people go to because they can't see was making people fill out their own paperwork on. Technology that was so small.

After playing around with it and having my information LIST 3 TIMES &HAVING TO START OVER, I figured out that I could adjust the font size---- but no one told me this.

In the end I had to just hand it over to my husband and have him fill it out!! All of this would have been completely avoided if they had an option for paper. RED FLAG #1

Because I didn't have an appointment. I waited about an hrs & a half. As people were going ahead of me, I am noticing the very young attendant that is taking them into the exam room is asking every single person the exact same saying set of questions quite robotically.

RED FLAG #2

Finally is my turn and as soon as I walk into the exam room red flags are going off AGAIN because nothing in that room looks like what you would need for a glasses refraction.

RED FLAG #3

As someone who has had to go to an ophthalmologist three times a year since the age of 5 ,I know these things.

So the girl who starts bounding off her questions. Did I want glasses or contacts?

How many hours did I spend in one of the computer?

I told her 5.

About 30 seconds later she says "Okay. So you say you spend about 10 hours in front of the computer?"

RED FLAG #4

I didn't bother to correct her and then she starts telling me about all the different type of lenses they have, so I ask her how much those lenses would cost and she tells me that she doesn't know. But after I get my prescription, I can discuss that with people up front.

So you only have one job --that you do with as much passion as an android and you know nothing about the other parts of your organization?

RED FLAG #5

She then tells me she needs to take a measurement of my eye, which I would understand for contacts but i'm getting glasses and i'm not sure she understood me when I told her this the first time.

So she tells me to look into this machine, which I've looked into many, many times and each time that I have. They have put the picture in focus for me.. This time the picture state blurry

The girl then announces that the machine could only take a measurements of NORMAL eyes and since I'd had so many surgeries & eyetrauma, it could not take a measurement of mine. And I would have to be referred to a doctor.

I'm thinking okay......... well where is he?

"Oh, there is no Doctor actually here because we don't do actual glasses examinations, we just do virtual glasses ambinations.

WTF IS A VIRTUAL EXAM???

Anyway, that's when I left.

#eye exam #stanton optical #Odessa #gen x #diy office visit #WTF? #no glasses for me #fml #Spotify

[devilbeez]

I Just got back from the recent twst manga update and I crave things.

May I know your HCs for Ruggie X Riddle? Please? 🥺

I feel like they’re one of the token normal couple in the twst ships

Like it’s not chaotic or have a lot of banter, they’re just a regular couple

I just imagine them falling for each other an accident, like a complete florist/tattoo scenario where they just talk one day and things escalated

I also feel like Ruggie’s love language is very cat like where he just give Riddle random things, half it’s things that make him think of Riddle that doesn’t cost money, other times it’s food— well “food” like a bouquet of dandelion or something similar

Riddle will always try to bring Ruggie something in return but from the outside it seem very imbalanced cause on one side Ruggie is bringing Riddle what seem like regular weed and on the other side Riddle is bringing Ruggie high grade snack from Queendom of rose

I can definitely see Ruggie sneaking to Riddle’s dorm and appear on his balcony just so they can cuddle the rest of the night. At first Riddle was mortified cause he was breaking curfew but later on he would just pout cause he DO like the cuddles he just didn’t like that Ruggie’s breaking the rule. Riddle only letting it slide cause it was worth it but he’ll never admit that

Every time they have class together Ruggie will sit next to Riddle and brush his hand against Riddle’s and Riddle keep kicking him under the table going “stop it you’re distracting me!” Ruggie didn’t stop tho, instead he just straight up commit and hold Riddle’s hand making him even more flustered

Riddle and Ruggie also have this thing where when they’re stress they would lay on top of the other one and just snuggle into them.

I think Ruggie’s biggest sign that he trust and love is that 1. he give you his food 2. He buy you something with his own money and 3. He let you touch his tail/ear. He had all of that for Riddle and if you even just look at those food or touch those gifts, Riddle will have your head.

Riddle play with Ruggie’s hair to destress sometimes

I can see Ruggie pushing off their first date cause he was pressured by people around him that he need to do something special like expensive restaurant and he just feel out of place thinking about it. Then Riddle trick Ruggie into coming with him one day and they have picnic date where Riddle reassured him that they don’t need any luxury or high price date, he just wanna spend time with him.

Riddle go to Trey to learn how to make donut only for Ruggie. It ended in disaster but he made an attempt

I also feel like they have a lot of physical touch— like not just hand holding it’s all of it. They would take a shoulders being pressed against each other, a simple knees touching, if they’re together some part of them are touching

Riddle’s mom definitely did not approve of him and Ruggie doesn’t approve of her either but boy, oh BOY does the boy know how to sweet talk. Riddle was terrified that his mother gonna hate Ruggie because he’s a nobody then cut to Ruggie faking every part of his backstory to gain her trust and it is working

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #headcanon collection #twst ruggie #twst riddle #riddle roseheart #ruggie bucchi #riddle x Ruggie #devilg04 #ask

[checkoutmybookshelf]

The EU is Forever

April 25, 2014, was a dark-ass day for those of us who loved the Star Wars Expanded Universe canon. I was literally in the middle of the end of my first year as an MA student, and 2/3 of the bookshelves in the apartment my then-fiance, now-husband, shared held my Star Wars books. I'm not here to say that every book was great (lookin' at you, Splinter of the Mind's Eye), or even that every bad book was in so-bad-its-good territory (heart eyes at Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor), but the Star Wars EU got me through high school. So let's talk Young Jedi Knights.

There is no "these were the first Star Wars books I picked up and fell instantly in love with" story with these books, my journey to the Star Wars books was random as all hell, partly because this was the franchise that really taught me how to marshall and organize a sprawling set of books, do the research to read them in something like an order, and really start to engage deeply and take notes. (There may have been a 4-inch binder full of notes. It might still live in my Dad's house.)

I actually was first introduced to Star Wars (the original trilogy) when I was TA-ing in 8th grade and that teacher needed something to keep her class occupied for a couple of days. In the last week of school that year, I basically lived in the library and read the Black Fleet Crisis trilogy. Needless to say, I had QUESTIONS. Because I still hadn't figured out book research, I then picked up Vector Prime, and STILL had massive questions, once I got over *that* scene.

Young Jedi Knights wasn't the first Jacen and Jaina I picked up--I started with some of the novels earlier when they're younger--but I loved this series. This particular cohort of Jedi ended up being so crucial for so many reasons to the EU timeline, and seeing their training, their friendship, their mishaps, and how they interact with the galaxy made the later novels just so much more poignant.

There was a sense of YA speedrunning a lot of pretty common coming-of-age tropes (lookin' at you, Zekk... honestly, he and Kyp Durron needed to learn to BACK OFF and take no as a goddamn answer) and a boarding-school-in-space vibe, but there were also a few things that I thought were done particularly well. I wouldn't be me if I didn't call out with how much nuance Tenel Ka's arm loss was handled, particularly in terms of letting her have time to grieve and allowing her to adapt on her own without bowing to Ta'a Chume's frankly ableist attempt to use the incident to pull her graddaughter further into her Hapan heritage at the cost of her Dathomiri one. Seriously, for a YA book published in 1996, this was learning to live with a disability done really well. And I appreciated the hell out of Tenel Ka herself not letting Jacen do the guilty hovering and overcompensating with unnecessary and unwanted help. That was an excellent boundary to set, and quite frankly is something that people TODAY are terrible at, so this whole storyline was well done.

Equally well done was the fleshing out of Raynar and Lowbacca in the Diversity Alliance arc. Poor Raynar started so pompous and so absolutely unconsciously privileged, but watching your father self-sacrifice to protect humanity at large is a stiff price to pay to learn a little humility. (The absolute kicker is what happens during the Yuuzhan Vong War and subsequent Swarm War; poor Raynar does NOT have an easy run of life).

Lowbacca was an interesting look at friends/siblings dragging you into an extremist perepecting and RAPIDLY getting in over your head. There is also an interesting look at those who choose to stay in those organizations and those who choose to escape. And again, this was 1997, so the massive resurgence in fascism, right-wing extremism, and incel-ness wasn't the monstrosity it is in the year of our lord 2022. The Diversity Alliance arc just got more relevant the older I got, not less.

The Solo twins are, objectively, the marquee characters in these books, because the EU objective was the Skywalker/Solo show. Just straight out, Jaina is my favorite Solo kid. No contest. Her entire arc over the EU was twisty, detailed, nuanced, and never anything less than fascinating, and that began from the first books that focused on the kids. Her training on Yavin 4 in these books really solidifies her as technical. Jaina likes machines; she likes to take things apart, put them back together, and make them better. She is, like her father and uncle, a pilot at heart. That said, I'd be lying if I didn't say that both she and Jacen are a little one-note 1990s YA protagonists. They have their one major things (she's a mechanic, he's basically the Star Wars Kratt Brothers) and their things and relationships drive everything. They are arguably not the most interesting characters in these books, but they do tend to drive the books because they are the Solo twins.

That said, the plots, side characters, and general vibe of these books made them some of my favorites, and the nostalgia is strong with these books.

#star wars #star wars books #expanded universe #expanded universe canon #legends continuity #Yavin 4 #luke skywalker #jaina solo #jacen solo #tenel ka #tenel ka djo #raynar thul #lowbacca #young jedi knights #books #books and novels #ya books #books and reading #han solo #leia organa #leia organa solo #zekk #jedi sunrise #jedi shadow #the fall of the diversity alliance #fiction #books & libraries #book recommendations

[boredw69]

Nurse's Office pt.2

Fluff

This is a part 2 to my previously requested fluff. It was my first post on here, and after re-reading I've thought that it would be worthy of a part 2! and possibly a 3rd with some smut *wink wink* ;)

Link to Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/boredw69/678942089244966912?source=share

(Please do not Repost copy and paste or steal my work in any way shape or form)

Warning: | emotions were shared and so were kisses 😌 that’s all.

Its been a few days since George had sprain his wrist. I've been fairly certain he had woken up and left a few hours after our encounter. My thoughts had drifted me into a deep sleep and I wasn't awaken until Madam Pomfrey opened the Office in the morning.

The next couple of days I had just been avoiding the twins as normal, except now I had different reasoning behind it; I did NOT want to continue the conversation with George. Then again, it kept nagging at me. I had replayed that night over and over in my head trying to find the courage in myself to believe what he was saying to me.

"y/n? I do believe it would be smart of you to pay. attention. in my class" Snape's slow agitated voice had scared me out of thought, but I suppose he was right.

"My apologies sir.." I mumbled and picked up my quill quickly scribbling down the note that lingered on the board.

6:08 PM

Mrs. Pomfrey and I had been cleaning the office for hours now, making sure it is sanitary and spotless for the Ministry to inspect tomorrow.

"Oh dear! Look at the time, I do believe you should be heading off to bed! You have the OWLS to prep for now don't ya?" She had spoke up lifting her duster from off the shelves.

I pulled my watch from my pocket and nodded looking up to her, "Yea.. I do need to do some more studying. Thank you" I bowed to her and snatched up my things excited to finally go up to the common room and rest.

I began my slow decent/accent to the y/h common room. As I turned the corner I bumped shoulders with the tall ginger. I huffed looking up at him; of course it had to be George. I didn’t spend long looking up into his gazing eyes before pushing past him; or until I felt his hand wrap around my upper arm yanking me back to him.

“y/n.” He turned me towards him frowning down at me.

I avoided looking at him at all costs; I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to control my own words as they’d roll off my tounge in a fit of panic.

“Can you stop avoiding me. I mean, I’m tired of pretending nothing ever happened.” He mumbled.

I kept my mouth shut as he continued; “what are you thinking.?”

“I don’t know.” I whispered. “I want to forgive you but I just can’t; you fuck around too much, and to be honest I don’t even know if I can trust you right now.”

His eyes softened; and for a second I wanted to believe they were real, maybe they were.

He grabbed my shoulders holding me still in a nurturing way. “I’m sorry. And I promise you. I’m not fucking around when I say that.”

I looked down briefly watching as he shuffled closer to me. “George..” I sighed. “Thank you..but I just d-“

My eyes widened as he grabbed at my chin softly raising my head to look at him once again. “I-don’t know how to feel r-ight now.” I barely finished my sentence leaving my mouth agape in shock.

He looked down at my lips so briefly that I had almost missed it; and before I knew it, his lips were on mine.

Was this a way to confirming his apology to me? Because it was unfortunately working. I moved my hands to his chest and up his shoulder blades pulling him closer. He stiffened up like this wasn’t expected.

The kiss deepened for a moment but i started to feel hot and my stomach was fluttering.

Shit.. shit this is so awkward.. I thought before I pulled away gently.

His hand rested on the small of my back still keeping me close.

This feeling was insane, euphoric almost. Did I like George Wesley…? Merlin’s beard.. I liked George Weasley..

He looked down at me studying my face. As I looked up at him I noticed how relaxed and heavenly he looked. He looked at ease, happy.. a different kind of happy than the pranking people with Fred kind of happy.

Merlin.. what is he doing to me.

Finally after the moments of silence he spoke. “Y/n, I’m going to be terribly honest.. I really like you. And I’d like you to go out with me tomorrow afternoon after OWLS.”

I nodded anxiously. “Yes- of course.. I mean I’d love to!”

He stifled a smile before pulling me in for a hug. My heart melted aswell as my body as he pulled me in.

“Good luck tomorrow. Ya know, on your OWLS” he said as he pulled back turning to walk past me.

“See ya tomorrow.!” I stuttered out as he walked off.

I gulped and stared at the wall for a spell before continuing to my dorms.

#george weasley #george weasly x reader #george weasley fluff #fluffy #angst #harry potter fluff #harry potter fandom #weasley twins #hogwarts #x reader #harry potter x reader #shifting #shifter #reality shifting #cute #cute fluff #fluffy book #requested

[stellahikaru]

State of The Starry Path Hotel #4 (March 1st 2024)

Hello! Welcome to the fourth installment of the State of The Starry Path and the first one in March! I thought about doing a monthly wrap up but considering I didn’t get much done in February, I decided against it. OKAY NOW ONTO THE UPDATE!

Mini Life Update

It feels like I have so little time these days. I needed to help do some fixes for the main assignments of my capstone project so that took up most of my time and energy for the first part of the week. Then I was focused on assignments for my other classes for the rest of the week and before I knew it, it was Friday again. Man, I wish I had more time in general. 

On the bright side, I will be on break for next week! I can finally relax and take some time for myself. While I will need to do some school related things during my break, the fact that I do not need to go to class means I can focus on relaxing, playing video games, and content creation of course!

Content Creation Progress Update

So I ended up not really thinking about content creation at all this week. I feel terrible about it but what can I do besides move forward? Thankfully, I will be off of school for the following week so I can get some work done on YouTube videos.

This Week’s Goals

Make an ideas list and write down a minimum of 5 ideas: This goal is a holdover from last week but since I will not be in school, I will have more time to devote to it this week. 

Choose 1 idea and start a video script for it: Once I finish writing down some ideas, I’m going to choose one and start writing a script for it. Unfortunately I won’t be able to record any audio or gameplay because I won’t have my main PC with me, but 

Research editing software: I’m going to look for a free or low cost editing software that I can use to make videos. Even though I won’t be able to test it while on my break, I can still install it when I come back to my PC. 

This Month’s Goals

Make one YouTube video: I want to make a Youtube video this month even if it’s terrible. The majority of the weekly goals are going to be focused on this for the month.

This Year’s Goals

Get monetized on YouTube: I want to eventually make money off of my content so I’m hoping to get monetized on YouTube this year. This is going to be a tall order, but I hope I can keep working towards this with my weekly and monthly goals!

Become an Affiliate on Twitch: Despite making Twitch less of a priority, I still want to be able to become an affiliate on Twitch. While I do need to find a way to meet the seven days streaming requirement, I want to be able to draw in viewers first. 

Gain 100 followers on any social media besides YouTube or Twitch: I actually am over halfway to 100 followers on Twitter as of writing this, but I still don’t get a ton of engagement on my post. In addition, most of the followers I have gotten are those annoying GFX bots and it’s a little bit disheartening. I also want to build up a following on Tumblr and Bluesky as well! 

Make a community Discord server: Once I build up a community, I want to create a Discord server for people to hang out in. However, I want to wait until there is a demand for a Discord server. This goal is lower priority compared to the other goals but I hope that this does end up happening this year!

Final Thoughts

I can’t wait to be able to relax and not have to think about school all the time this week. Hopefully this month I can hit the ground running and actually be able to finish the goals I set out for myself this week. Also I do want to make an announcement regarding streams for the next couple of weeks. I will not be streaming tomorrow or next Saturday. Since I am planning on going back to my parent’s house, I will need to spend tomorrow preparing for the drive there and then the following Saturday is when I’m planning on coming back, so I do not want to pressure myself to get back in time for a stream. My next stream will be on Saturday March 16th at 2 PM EST. However, I will make sure to write a blog post for next week! Anyway, I hope your stay was bright and your journey is filled with light!

#vtuber #indie vtuber #en vtuber #black vtuber #the starry path hotel #starry eyed vtuber hotelier #virtual youtuber #vtuber uprising #small streamer #I posted this before 11:59 PM so I'm not technically late

[merlinpotterandtherandom]

Morgana knows that it's dangerous, but she thinks that it's worth it, since it's more dangerous to keep this with her. She knows she has enough power, since she's the last High Priestess of the Old Religion, and the only person more powerful than her is Emrys. Or so her sister, Morgause, says.

Morgana starts the ritual, she isn't sure if it's going to work, but it's the best solution. She needs to protect this at all costs, even if it means she has to send it to the future. A baby starts to cry, she kisses his forehead and says "My sweet Hadrian, I hope I'll be able to join you in the future soon, but if not, I hope that someone will take good care of you, son. Mommy loves you, baby. Good luck". Now, she isn't happy about that, but she'll be damned if she lets Morgause or Cenred be around her baby. Her baby that Cenred and Morgause insisted that she should be the one to carry for Cenred. Morgause hated the idea of being pregnant and Cenred needed a heir and he wanted a magical one, so with Morgana there it was a win-win situation for Cenred and Morgause. Morgana accepted this with the condition that she would help raise the baby, no matter what.

Harry is not having a good summer, at all. 1- He can't send his boyfriend any letters 'cause it would be suspicious for both of them to be recieving letters and notes every hour 'cause they're that kind of couple that can talk about everything and anything to each other, thus they would be sending owls like crazy, so they decided it was for the best if they didn't write to each other. 2- His friends are not even bothering on replying his letters and when they do, the letters are more like notes than letters. 3- It's his 15th birthday and he just recieved a letter from his dead mother as a gift, the joy! 4- The letter explains how she isn't his mother, at least not biologically and says he should go to Gringotts to make an inheritance test to see who his biological parents are.

Harry manages to sneak out to go to Gringotts, there he talks to a Goblin and asks for an inheritance test. The Goblin takes him to a private office and asks for 3 drops of blood. Harry does that and when the results are shown, he drops the parchment in shock. The parchment reads:

Name: Hadrian Cenred Morgan Essetir Pendragon Alias: Harry James Potter, Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived Blood status: Half-blood Mother: Morgana Pendragon Father: King Cenred of Essetir Adoptive mother: Lily Jasmine Potter née Evans Adoptive father: James Fleamont Potter Birthday: 31 July 1405 (Quick note: Merlin is set sometime in the middle age-medieval times, so loosely 500-1500, I just chose a random year between these and put here, if you'd like to write a fic based on that, then you can change it, no problem.) Harry just stopped reading, he didn't want to know the other surprises this test might reveal. If he was originally born in 1405, how the fuck he got to 1980? He knows time travel is a thing, but that far? Harry doesn't think it's possible. He decides he wants to take a look around the Pendragon vault, maybe his biological mother left something to help him out there? So the Goblin takes him there and he finds a diary there, Harry picks it up and takes it to the Dursleys with him. He starts reading it. Harry at least now knows that he was sent to the future using a ritual, and that his mother had all the intention to join him. Harry is still trying to process that he isn't really James and Lily's son and that his biological mother is some historical figure that they learn about in the History of Magic class. After reading Morga- his mother's, diary, he finds out that she used the ritual to send Harry forward in time, 'cause she thought it would be the best place to hide him from his own father and from his aunt, since, by what Harry read, they would only use him for his powers or something like that.

So the Order chooses to come and pick Harry up when he's having an existential crisis. Typical. As soon Harry sees Sirius and Remus he asks them "Did you guys know?", not minding that they have a few members of the Order there with them, he just wants answers and the fact that Sirius and Remus just can't look at Harry...Well, it says a lot. So Harry asks "Why you didn't tell me? Why did you have to let me find out about it through a letter that she left me?". The rest of the Order is really confused on what Harry is talking about, but the entertainment is so good that they don't want to risk interrupting it to ask what the fuck is going on. When Sirius and Remus don't answer, Harry just sighs and says "Fine, when you're ready to be adults and talk to me about it, I suppose you know where to find me." and leaves to his room, that he's apparently sharing with Ron. Harry ignores Hermione, Ron and Ginny following him and asking what he was talking about; Harry doesn't think he's ready to talk to them about it. But he wants to talk to his boyfriend, though, so he sends a note to said boyfriend.

Harry doesn't use Hedwig to send the note, obviously, he sneaks out and uses an Owl Post. He doesn't have to wait much for an answer, though. And after a bit of conversation, they agreed to meet the next day, so Harry went to sleep with a smile on his face, knowing he would see his boyfriend the next day.

Harry finally manages to escape the Weasleys and Hermione and goes to meet his boyfriend. Harry smiled when he saw his boyfriend, and even though said boyfriend had a glamour on, Harry could recognize Draco anywhere. They go to Muggle London and find a adorable Cafe, they find a table and after they order something to drink, they start talking and Harry shows Draco the letter + the test, Draco is worried with something that he read in the test and asks Harry "Did you read the entire test?" to which Harry replies "No, I didn't want to have any more surprises, you know?" and Draco nods but says "You should take a look on where says potions, blocks and glamours...It seems like you have a few on you and also you seem to have something called Horcrux in your scar, you should definitely go back to Gringotts and ask for a cleaning ritual or something. You should go right after we finish here, love. I'm honestly worried with how many things you have on you." Harry gently takes his test back from Draco and sees that Draco is right. So they finish their drinks and Harry pays, 'cause he's more used to Muggle money than Draco, and Harry goes to Gringotts.

After Harry removes everything, including the Horcrux, he writes a quick note to let Draco know that he removed everything and is fine. Harry found out what was a Horcrux and that the one he had was just a small part, so Voldemort made more than one. He asks the Goblins if they can track the other ones, which they can, so Harry pays them to do it and destroy them in Harry's name and keep Harry updated, of course. So Harry goes back to Grimmald Place. No one noticed he left the house, 'cause he pretended to lock himself in the room they have Buckbeak in, so everyone just thought Harry was just being moody.

The Goblins did an amazing job and destroyed all of the Horcruxes, so Harry knows that the next time he faces Voldy, he can kill the old snake face for good. So Harry starts training. He reads every book that he can put his hands on of the Grimmald library and sneaks out to buy some more and even asks Draco for a few books that he can send from the Malfoy library that anyone would miss for a few days, which Draco gladly sends his boyfriend. Harry also goes to his vaults to see if there's any books that can be useful there. Sirius and Remus are confused at first when Harry asks them to teach him how to duel, but when Harry explains his logic, Sirius and Remus agree and start teaching Harry how to duel and even show him some spells they create that are supposed to be for pranks, but work really well in a duel as well. Harry works really hard 'cause he knows he has only a few weeks and he pretends to start his 5th year being at least decent on dueling and knowing a bunch of new spells.

5h year begins and Harry finds the Room of Requirement in the first week back and keeps on practicing, with Draco's help, since Draco had dueling classes since he was a kid. Harry finally feels like he's good enough to defeat Voldemort when he has an encounter with the snake face this year.

Harry & Co go to the Ministry 'cause Harry finally figured out that the weapon Voldy is looking for is really a prophecy, so he's curious to know what it says. They go right after they finish their OWLs. Of course it wasn't that simple, of course Moldyvoldy would have his Death Eaters there. Everyone has their shot with a Death Eater. After that Voldemort finally showed up and when Dumbledore + the Ministry employees + the Minister showed up, Harry stopped playing around with Vody and finally managed to defeat him. Now Voldemort is forever defeated. Of course, there's still Death Eaters around and of course Harry & Co still have to deal with the Ministry, but let's do one thing at the time.

#this is more like a shitty written fic than a prompt #but oh well #fanfic prompt #fic ideas #fic prompt #fic inspiration #harry potter x draco malfoy #harry x draco #drarry #harry potter #harry james potter #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x harry #drarry au #drarry fic prompt #drarry fic idea #crossover #merlin x harry potter #morgana pendragon #morgana is harry's biological mother #established drarry #established relationship #established couple

[aitavoting]

AITA for expecting my in-laws to tell me what kind of support I can expect for my newborn?

I'm (33f)  having my first baby at the end of the year, and I live in a very high cost of living area where daycare for infants will total between $27,000-$35,000 per year. Additionally, waiting lists for infant rooms are up to a year long, so we are starting our search for an affordable daycare now. I can't leave the city for my line of work, and to be honest nothing in the surrounding area is much cheaper. If anything happened to our jobs we would need to move back to search for something in our industry. 

In addition to looking for a suitable daycare, we are trying to think out side the box for ways to save. Including: parents coming to take care of the baby for a month or so to kind of kick the can down the road of when daycare needs to begin, and moving into a studio or efficiency one bedroom to offset the costs by around 1k/month.

My parents are from poverty and working class backgrounds (mom (51f) has 9th grade education and is a cashier at a fast food place, dad (52m) works in distribution factory.) And my mom said she could take off around 4 weeks to help after maternity leave. This is great, it means baby will be a bit older when he has to go to daycare and we will save a little and spend time with family. 

My partners (30f) parents won't commit to anything. They are both doctors who by choice work 6 months a year. They are divorced, and one of them (MIL 65f) lives alone in a 3 story house with a baby grand piano that she has never learned how to play (just trying to paint a picture here); MIL also paid for her niece to go to college. The other (FIL 65m) lives with and provides for his niece (different niece) and her 3 adult sons. 

Neither of them will commit to any time or financial assistance after the baby is born. They say they will "do what they can when they can" and won't reassure us of any level of support. I told them how we would love them to stay with us for a couple months and they won't do that, even saying they won't do it if they are not working. 

Of course, I've also mentioned the possibility of helping financially. I didn't specify a number, just asked them if they would consider it. When you have a new baby and no help, everything makes a difference; but I want to be able to predict things like "should I use this money for groceries, or should I put it towards daycare? Am I able to catch a break and use this for a takeout dinner or a babysitter?" 

AITA for expecting a solid answer on what we can expect? AITA for expecting more involvement and interest in helping my family get off to a good start? This is our first baby and everyone's first grandchild. Why can't I get a clear answer and why isn't there more interest in helping?

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[connan-l]

More than a millennium - Day 7: Domestic Family

Fandom: The House in Fata Morgana

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Michel Bollinger/Giselle, Michel Bollinger & Giselle & Morgana

Summary: So that he could keep on holding her hand for more than a millenium.

Morgana is sick, but she doesn't intend to let that prevent her from going to school. Unfortunately for her, she has a very nosy and annoying couple as neighbor.

[A collection of unrelated one-shots for the @gischelweek prompts:

Day 1: Wedding Day

Day 2: Cooking/Baking Together

Day 3: Roleswap

Day 4: At the beach

Day 5: Proposal

Day 6: Bad End

Day 7: Domestic Family]

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Link on Archive of Our Own

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Notes: I knowww sick fics are clichéd, but I didn’t have much inspiration to do anything else for this prompt… And well, it’s not like we have lots of these in FataMoru fandom anyway, right?

Anyway, this takes place post-True Ending & post-Reincarnation, so beware of spoilers for that.

PS: Do NOT try to watch the movie ‘Martyrs.’ I love it but it’s a terrible, terrible movie lmao.

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Today is going to be a bad day, Morgana decided when she woke up with her head throbbing, a stuffy nose and her vision blurry.

She felt so bad, in fact, that she didn’t even need to check her burning forehead to know she was sick.

Getting out of her bed, drinking a cup of coffee and braiding her hair felt like insurmountable efforts, and when she finally managed to step outside her apartment and stood in the corridor trying to fit the key in the lock, she honestly felt like she was going to pass out.

For a brief moment, she even contemplated the idea to just go back and stay in bed. But then she remembered her general precarious situation; missing even just a day of school could cost her the pension the association she depended on had granted her, which she couldn’t afford. And even without this, her innate personality just wouldn’t forgive her to take a day off when she could easily get over such a silly illness.

It was fine. She’d known worse; surely it wasn’t a little fever that would get the better of her. She didn’t have a lot of classes either today, so she could get through this.

Just as she’d convinced herself, the lock finally clicked, and she sighed in relief, ready to turn around and get down the stairs—

“—Morgana?”

—until she collided with a soft thing. It took her fuzzy mind quite some time to realize that said soft thing was in fact a whole another body that had been standing behind her, and the impact coupled with her dizziness was almost enough to make her stumble back into the floor.

Thankfully, she was able to keep her balance before looking up with a deep frown, narrowing her eyes for a while until she distinguished a blur of black and red and green staring at her with a concerned expression.

Giselle. Wonderful.

Out of all the people she could’ve run into, of course it had to be her.

“…Morgana, are you okay? I’ve been calling out to you for some time now, but—”

It took a lot of time for the girl’s brain to decipher her words before she could nod.

“…Yeah. I’m good. Thanks. Have to go now.”

Morgana tried to get away — almost run away, really — from the older woman, but at the last moment Giselle grabbed her wrist, stopping her in place.

“Ah, wait, wait! I wanted to talk to you about—”

“I’m going to be late for school.”

“Oh… I understand that, but it’s just about the mailbox—”

God. Why now.

“Look— I really can’t be late, so—”

Morgana tried to slip her hand away from Giselle’s grip, but doing so somehow managed to make her lose balance, and she had to seize and lean on the banister with all her weight as to not fall and trip in the staircase. Obviously, that peculiar uncharacteristic lose of control of her body didn’t went unnoticed by Giselle, whose face instantly darkened.

“Morgana?” She called cautiously. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I just— Yeah. I’m—”

But Giselle didn’t let her say anything else that she closed up on her and put a hand on her forehead brusquely.

“Oh my god! You’re burning!”

“I’m fine,” Morgana grumbled for the umpteenth time, slapping her hand away. “I need to go to—”

“Are you kidding?! You’re not going anywhere with such a fever! Look at yourself; you can barely stand!”

“I can’t miss school— It’s not a big deal, I’ll just…”

Morgana intended to turn around, but the moment she tried to her vision blurred entirely and her mind blanked.

The last thing she felt was a pair of arms wrapping around her before she fell onto Giselle’s chest and everything turned black.

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“—is she?”

“—you. —just sleeping, it’s okay…”

“—call… right?”

When she opened her eyes for the second time today, she was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling and distorted voices echoing back in her skull painfully.

Well, not completely unfamiliar, she realized after some long minutes of contemplation, as she’d seen it a few times before.

It was the ceiling of a fairly modest, cozy pretty room; a big bed meant for a couple, a desk and wardrobe in the corner, some trinkets and shelves and photographs decorating the place here and there. It was rather dark, with the shutters and curtains shut, and the only source of light was a feeble ray that escaped from the half-open door.

Michel and Giselle’s room.

The cognizance made her straighten up on the bed, even if her head instantly turned and hurt as soon as she did. Her braids had been undone, letting her long red hair fall all around her face and shoulders, and the dress she’d put on for the day had been replaced by a comfy pajamas that was nothing like her own and was too big for her. Certainly a courtesy of Giselle.

She put her face into her hands, shook her head, and let out a sigh.

It’s definitely going to be a terrible day.

With trembling arms and her brain still feeling like it was made of lead, she slowly got out of the bed and tried to stand on her wobbly feet. After what felt like an excruciating time, she finally reached the door while taking the wall for aid — before the light blinded her eyes, accentuating her headache. She was able to distinguish her surroundings properly only a few minutes later, noting the forms of a white-haired man and his black-haired wife some meters away from her; the annoyingly perfect lovey-dovey couple that was as much of a pain in her ass as a blessing.

“—maybe I’ll just go to the pharmacy, then. Just in case.”

“I don’t think it’s necessary. She has a big fever, but it doesn’t seem to be anything more serious.”

“Still, that doesn’t really cost anything to do so, right?”

The dispute was relatively peaceful, but there still was some tension in their voices, which almost made Morgana groan and sigh. If there was one thing she hated more than stumbling in the middle of an argument between Michel and Giselle, it was stumbling in the middle of an argument between Michel and Giselle in which she was the source of.

Just as she was considering slipping out of her friends’ place before either of them could see her, she heard Giselle gasp.

“Ah, you’re awake!”

Morgana winced. Well, it seemed like the escape plan was already doomed. She turned around to find herself almost nose-to-nose with both Giselle and Michel, who’d practically jumped on her as soon as they noticed her.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Giselle said in that admonishing, big sisterly tone. It was amazing how she was actually the younger sibling in her family given how often she took this one. “You have to go back! You’re still burning!”

Michel put a hand on Morgana’s forehead while she was speaking, and nodded as if to confirm his fiancée’s words.

“She’s right. You’ve only been asleep for two hours, you’re still in a bad state.”

Morgana’s eyes widened, a wave of panic washing over her. “T-Two hours? Wait, what time is it right now?”

“Doesn’t matter!” Giselle retorted. “You just need to go back to bed. Now.”

“But school—”

“We already called your school,” Michel replied. “We told them you were sick and wouldn’t be here for at least today and tomorrow.”

Morgana first gaped at him, which quickly morphed into a glare as her anger escalated.

“You did what?” She exclaimed. “Why? I’m not that bad! I can go!”

“Don’t be silly, you wouldn’t even be able to pass the door without collapsing!” Giselle argued back, and for as sweet and patient as she could usually be, some clear frustration was starting to slip through her voice. “Now stop being stubborn!”

“E-Even so, it’s not your place to do this! You’re not my parents!”

At this, it seemed both Michel and Giselle froze. A slight awkward silence spread between all three of them, and then the couple exchanged a look that Morgana couldn’t make sense of.

She wasn’t sure where the uneasiness even came from, as she’d only stated the truth — and, honestly, the attitude the two of them took towards her at times by trying to— to parent her was really something that could get on her nerves.

She wasn’t a child, and there were no reason for them to look after her as if she was their own kid.

It was unnerving at best, and actively uncomfortable at worst.

Finally, Michel ran a hand through his hair and started again.

“That’s true, we are not your parents,” he said in a calm, pragmatic tone. “And we’re not trying to be. However, we are still your friends, are we not?”

Morgana opened her mouth, then hesitated. It was only after a short while that she finally looked away, and vaguely grumbled an ‘I guess.’

“Well, that’s what friends do, looking after each other. And again, there’s no way you’ll be able to go to school in this state. Even if by some miracle you were to go, would you be able to truly study or learn anything?”

“But—”

“Morgana, you’re a very good student, are you not?” Giselle added, her voice softer than earlier. “Just skipping two days wouldn’t put your grades in jeopardy. And you don’t have to worry about your pension either; even in the worst case, Michel and I will help you out.”

She wanted to keep arguing. She hated the idea of not going to school because of a stupid fever, and more than anything she hated the idea of relying on others, even less so on Michel and Giselle.

She’d relied on them enough like that, be it in this life or the former.

Still… logically, she knew they were right. She could barely keep up with the conversation right now; there was no way she’d be able to go through an entire day of school in that state.

And… she did just feel really bad and tired.

“…I can… go back to my own place,” Morgana finally conceded with a big reluctant effort, gritting her teeth.

She was about to turn around when Giselle put her hands on her shoulders and shook her head right before.

“You’re already here, so it’d be better for you to stay. Don’t worry about sleeping in our bed, the sheets are clean.”

That’s not the issue, Morgana was about to say, but suddenly her legs failed her and the next second her knees were on the ground. She felt both Michel and Giselle jump towards her with concerned faces and jumbled words, but she barely could make out what they were saying anymore. The only thing she was able to comprehend was when, shortly thereafter, Michel grabbed her shoulders with one hand and slipped his other arm under her knees, lifting her in his arms with difficulty.

She absentmindedly thought that was a stupid thing to do as Michel had never been the strong type, and even in her dizzy state she could feel him struggle to carry her back to the bed.

Still, the warmth of his body and his heartbeat she could make out against his chest was instantly able to relax her, and all of her previous anger and annoyance slowly faded along with her consciousness.

Michel’s presence always felt soothing and comforting to her, like a safe place. Her mind instinctively went back back in time, in this dream-like world as that dying girl chained down to that tower while God’s angel descended to get her in her last moments.

That had never actually happened — but it was still engraved in her soul and heart in a more powerful way than the events that had truly taken place in real life.

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Everything that followed afterwards seemed to happen in a daze. She could tell she was laying down in a bed most of the time, and she could tell that Michel or Giselle were going back and forth inside the room, either putting some towel on her forehead or making her swallow things she felt like spitting back instantly — but everything was such a blur that none of it felt real, like it was all in a weird dream.

Sometimes she felt like she was back in her former house, with her mother looking after her like when she was sick as a child. Sometimes she felt she was back even centuries before then, at the brothel during the rare times where she’d gotten ill and the prostitutes fussed over her well-being.

Those memories still made her feel some sort of ambivalent, nostalgic warmth inside her chest. Having people take care of you and worry about you was a privilege most took for granted, but it wasn’t her case, and she was well-aware how extremely precarious this was.

It couldn’t be even more painfully obvious to her when, in her fever-induced phantasms, she also suddenly ended up being back to her cursed mansion, all alone; or worse, chained up in that tower.

The smell of blood spreading through her nostrils, the throbbing pain in her arm and the overwhelming, merciless cold slowly infesting her body was almost as vivid as when she was still actually there.

It was that coldness that brought her back to reality — her eyelids progressively fluttering open, her mind clearing up.

The first thing that then greeted her were voices, muffled and far away as if they were from another room — so it actually surprised her to realize those were, in fact, right next to her bed.

Both Michel and Giselle were sitting about a meter away from her, talking in hushed voices with stern expressions. Still half-asleep, what first crossed her mind was if they’d truly just spent the entire day tending after her like that.

“—fever doesn’t seem to go down… maybe we should call back the doctor after all,” Giselle muttered.

“…Let’s wait until tomorrow morning. See how she get through the night. Then if she’s not better, we’ll call.”

Giselle sighed, nodded; then let her head rest on Michel’s shoulder, their hands intertwining. In an act of casual tenderness, Michel gently kissed her forehead, and a gentle smile instantly bloomed on her lips, illuminating her face.

A thousands years ago, Morgana would’ve hated seeing this.

Watching them fall in love while she was stuck with them in that mansion — in her mansion — confined as a ghost inside the walls of this cursed tower had driven her insane.

She couldn’t stand seeing this woman slowly taking her Michel away from her. She’d cursed every single one of their lingering gazes, the tender way they’d come to look at each other; had wished for their demise at every contact of their skin, every embrace, every kiss.

It had all been a fiery entanglement of resentment, anger and jealousy burning inside her as she watched them share all the warmth and love she’d been forever denied.

And when their demise did finally come, she’d reveled in it; had taken utter pleasure in seeing Michel writhe in pain over his silly actions and Giselle scream in agony over her stupid optimism. She’d been delighted to break the woman’s identity and take away all of her love little by little — until somehow it stopped being fun and simply began to be pitiful and boring to watch.

Until it’d started become painful for her, too.

But that had all been a thousand years ago.

Now, well… that didn’t bother her as much. She could roll her eyes and grumble and make fun of them, but deep down, none of the actual ugly feelings showed their face.

Now, there was only… an odd complacent feeling. A pleasant warmth that emerged while staring at them from afar get all touchy-feely with each other.

A weird sentiment of contentment and familiarity.

A warm hand suddenly caressed her forehead, running into her moist hair sticking to her face, and she realized Giselle was looking down at her with a soft expression.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” she said gently. “How are you feeling?”

“…Awful.”

Giselle smiled sadly at her. “Well, that was to be expected.”

“Your fever’s still going strong,” Michel added. “We gave you medicine a little while back, so I hope you’ll start feeling better soon.”

“Hmm.”

“Ah, but I was just about to cook dinner!” Giselle exclaimed, with a sudden regain of energy.

Morgana, on the other hand, only felt herself deflate. “I… don’t think I can swallow anything right now…”

“I understand, but you still have to eat. Don’t worry, I intended to make you this pottage my mom always made me when I was ill. It tastes good even to the sickest of people!”

Morgana was about to reply she truly didn’t feel like gulping down anything regardless of if it was the greatest soup for sick people in the world or not, but then Giselle got up before she could say anything, kissed Michel on the cheek and then left the room. Now the two of them alone in the room, Michel only smiled at her with understanding.

“I get you probably don’t want to eat anything, but you won’t get better otherwise.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“You look really bad, you know.”

“You’ve seen me look worse.”

She only intended this as fun retort, but it didn’t seem like Michel took it this way because his face instantly darkened. Well now, if she couldn’t joke around about her own horrible death, what could she joke about?

“Did you two… really spend the day here looking after me?” She finally asked, deciding to change the topic before Michel decided to make the mood even more uncomfortable. “Aren’t you supposed to have jobs or something?”

He blinked at her curiously. “Well, of course we looked after you. We just both took the day off,” he replied simply, as if it was just obvious they would skip work just to take care of some random teen girl who lived next door.

Well, okay, fine, she knew she wasn’t just ‘some random teen girl’ to them, but still, the point was the same.

“Giselle wanted to close off the café, but Maria told her she could handle it by herself for one day. As for me I just said I had an emergency with my family so I couldn’t come.”

With my family.

Morgana tried not to let the words stick to her too much. It was just an excuse as to why he couldn’t come to work. They were not family, and would never be, after all.

“…What, and it worked? You can just skip your job like that? Sure sounds like a nice life.”

“I’ve been working at this company for five years after college and I’ve barely taken any days off since then, so my superiors tend to be lenient on me.”

“Still stupid, though. I have a fever, not cancer. And if Giselle’s already there, there was no need for you to skip work as well.”

“You really just hate it when people care for you, huh?”

There was something in the way he said it that made her a bit uneasy, so she just snorted and turned her head away. She still felt like her brain was about to explode anyway, so arguing with Mr. Goody-two-shoes wasn’t the first priority on her list right now.

But then she suddenly felt fingers gently ran across her forehead, pushing her red locks away from her eyes just like Giselle had done earlier. She looked up at Michel again and he had an odd expression on his face; a mix of tender affection, fond exasperation and… some sort of sadness, maybe.

“People just care about you, Morgana. You should let them sometimes.”

She opened her mouth, a witty retort all ready pushing at the tip of her tongue, but nothing came. Instead she just stared straight at Michel into his red eyes, something odd growing into her chest and her stomach and her throat suddenly feeling tight. Thankfully, Giselle choose this moment to barge into the room with a smile.

“It should be ready in about fifteen minutes!” She declared joyfully. “By the way, I was thinking. If Morgana doesn’t feel too bad, how about we watch a movie together? We could eat here in the bed together and put something on my laptop.”

“…Sounds like a nice idea to me,” Michel said, before the couple looked at Morgana for any agreement.

The girl sighed. “As long as I don’t have to move… it should be fine… but don’t blame me if I just fall asleep midway.”

Giselle’s face beamed again. “Perfect then!”

“Wait, do you know what to watch?”

“Yep! There’s this one movie I rented the other day. I’ve been wanting to see it for a while now, it’s called ‘Martyrs’!”

Morgana had never heard of this movie before — she still wasn’t very well-versed in pop culture things — but then she noticed Michel’s face noticeably paling, and knowing Giselle, she guessed it probably must be either very gore or with a very dark sense of humor or both at the same time — because for some reason Giselle really loved those type of movies, to her poor boyfriend’s dismay.

Morgana didn’t really care either way, but if she could see Michel get all squeamish for more than hour then it could be worth it.

True to her words, Giselle came back with three bowls of vegetables pottage on a tray only a handful of minutes later, and they all bundled up under the sheets with the laptop; Morgana in the middle and Michel and Giselle to her right and left respectively. She actually was surprised they were able to fit all three of them in that bed, but it was a pretty big one.

As expected, the movie was horribly bloody and pretty nauseous, and Morgana even noticed Michel gagging on his bowl a few times, but that didn’t really matter much to her.

What mattered was the way she could feel the warmth of both of her friends’ bodies next to her, the way Michel’s head fell on her head, the way Giselle would sometimes push some burgundy locks behind her ears without even thinking about it all while sharing fun small comments.

It was the way Michel and Giselle casually held hands and exchanged brief caresses and little kisses almost imperceptibly in the dimness of the room.

It was the way Morgana had no need for thousands-years long anger and jealousy anymore, not when she could easily share in the love these two had whenever she wanted.

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It took her two full days to recover completely.

However, she still stayed at their place for at least a week afterwards — eating Giselle’s meals with them, watching some other movies (of Michel’s choice, this time), and even sleeping there.

She wasn’t sick; there should technically be no need for her to stay anymore.

They weren’t her parents, weren’t family; just a couple of fools she’d kept torturing for centuries, who had somehow still forgiven her and welcomed her into their home regardless.  

But if they were fine allowing her in, she figured… maybe she could take Michel’s advice and accept to be taken care of sometimes — maybe even when she didn’t truly needed it.

The witch inside her wanted to sneer and scream at her for that; but that had been a while since she’d left that poor lonely creature behind now.

Because, for as much as she would never admit it out loud, she’d come to grow fond of watching these two love each other, and if she could bask in that love from times to times, well, who was there to criticize her anyway?

#The House in Fata Morgana #FataMoru #Gischel #GischelWeek #Michel Bollinger #Giselle FataMoru #Morgana FataMoru #Giselle (The House in Fata Morgana) #Giselle Bollinger #More than a millennium #MisheJize #Morgana (The House in Fata Morgana) #Fanfiction #GischelWeek2022 #Gischel Week #Gischel Week 2022 #Novect #Fanfic #Giselle (FataMoru) #Morgana (FataMoru) #JizeMishe #Fata Morgana #FataMoru Fanfic #Fata Morgana no Yakata #House in Fata Morgana

[godheadjones]

part two of riverdale info dump (part one)

the core four are over for dinner and fake thornhill then penelope sends them on some missions where archie fights a bear, bee and vee drink poison and are slowly dying and jughead fights chic (imposter brother) for role of game master. betty must shoot her father to survive and she does. after surviving the night they escape the forest and are all traumatized even more. lovely. they talk in pops and with the clashing of milkshakes, we see a flash to spring of next year. around a campfire stand archie betty and veronica in their underwear covered in blood, throwing a bloody crown beanie in a fire. jughead is dead. how? thats yet to be revealed. a few months pass, summer ends and archies dad dies due to the passing of his actor. its a very heartfelt episode and its very well done but stuff goes to shit again. but good things are going for jughead! hes at a preppy school for his writing, attending with a bret weston wallis and donna sweett, who are besties and writers. also mentionable bettys real brother comes to town and guess what, hes also jugheads brother, while bugheads parents are dating. its basically incest but no one talks about it. jugheads class has a competition for ghostwriter and surprise! he gets it and a yale scholarship! thats so good for him, his loved ones congratulate. expect for the fact that it gets him killed. killed dead. bee vee and arch are all so sad, so sad that betty and archie get together! uh oh, it ignites old flames and jugheads not actually dead hes faking his death to prove the legend of stonewall prep. jughead besting death 2/? gifset. barchie cheat on their current partners and bughead and varchie break up around graduation time, which archie is too dumb to be able to do (he didnt have enough time to study with all his running away). 7, yes 7, years later, they meet up again. veronica is married to some guy named chad gekko. betty works for the fbi. archie just got back from fighting in ww1, a 4 year war. jughead published a book but at the cost of becoming and drunk. either way its a very lowkey interaction. jughead gets a job at pops and works with the new tabitha tate and they talk about the mothmen a lot. hm. what could that be? flames are kindled, couples get back and break up and its all a mess but before the season 5a finale we have betty and archie: fucking. archie and veronica: something is there. gay kevin and fangs: having tonis baby. jughead and tabitha: pining and a little kissing and handcuffs. chic and real half brother (charles) are actually gay criminals for each other so they try and kill betty after making her wed them. we get a hiram centric episode and the fans go wild. its only an episode tho, cause cheryl is starting a church to worship her dead brother. the mothmen are actually blossoms who incest incest and um. yeah. anyway pops blows up and they drive hiram out of town as his actor sadly leaves riverdale. hiram is not hiram forever. then archies house blows up and interrupts more barchie sex. now we’re in rivervale? and who is this jughead serling fellow showing us around town? most stuff is similar except the town sacrifices archie to the gods of the forest and no beta he die like jesus on the cross. more horrors haunt the town like the hot british devil, la llrona, and a history lesson on cheryls gay ancestors who is all one ancestor: abigal blossom. now archies alive again. yippee! jughead sees a dead jughead questions rivervale as she knows it and looks up on parallel universes. when archie is revealed as a killer (evil era) betty kills him and her and jughead make out with a bomb under the bed to try and destroy vale. twist tho. remember jughead serling. hes backkkk. he stops the make out ses and tells jughead vale to lock himself in a fuck bunker and write forever or else dale and vale die. by jughead have fun! dying is so fun tho you become a comic character with endless burgers at pops in heaven!

oh my god I need to make a part three of this. for just season 6b. that should be so fun

#riverdale #I missed a lot of fun plot points too

[monday4econlive]

Opportunity Cost ( Playing Soccer or Studying)

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This is a song that talks about the opportunity cost of playing soccer or going to study. Being soccer players we have to make this decision whether we go kick a ball around or we study for our classes. This song is a parody of “Hotline Bling” by Drake. 

You used to call me on my cell phone,

Late nights, studying all alone.

Thinking ‘bout the field, where i wanna be,

But these textbooks keep calling me.

You know when that soccer ball swings,

It can only mean one thing. 

Gotta choose between goals and grades,

Opportunity cost, it never fades.

Ever since I left the pitch, I,

Started hitting the books, it's true.

But every time I see that green,

I’m torn between game and grades

You know when that deadline’s near,

And the game day’s drawing near.

Gotta decide where to invest my time,

Balancing goals, it’s like a crime.

Late nights on the field, or in the library,

Which one’s gonna bring out the best in me?

It’s a trade-off, a choice to make,

Study hard or risk the grades at stake.

You know when that whistle blows,

And the pressure starts to grow.

Gotta weigh the cost, choose what's right,

In the end, gotta shine bright.

So I’ll hustle on the field or I’ll hit the books,

Trying to decide what I do,

But when it comes down to what matters most,

I’ll know the true cost, seeing my classes through.

For us we could either be hitting the fields at the arc for a couple hours passing the ball around or we could be studying for our upcoming finals. We have to make these decisions by weighing what the loss is from picking one of the options. If we were to go play soccer for 2 hours, then that's 2 hours of studying that we just lost. But, if we decide we need to study, then that's 2 hours of playing soccer that we just lost. We tell ourselves, we will hit the fields for a bit and then lock in. But it turns out we are so exhausted that we end up studying less.  We would need to take into consideration the amount of free time we have and if there's something we need to study for. Let's look at what I get out of studying instead of playing soccer

Here we see a production possibility frontier that portrays the possible production possibilities when our inputs are fully utilized. The more time we spend on one thing the less we have for the other. For example if we were to spend 5 hours playing soccer. We would spend zero time studying. You would ask why don’t we spend 4 hours playing soccer and then you study for 3 hours. There are two zone, the area under the curve is the feasible zone, meaning you are able to do it but it might not be very efficient, anything able the line/curve is not feasible meaning you can’t do it because you don’t have the resources or in our case you pass out because you are tired. 

Academic success: If we were to study rather than play soccer, then this can lead to us getting a higher grade, have a better understanding of the class, and just overall academic success

Future Opportunities: Studying could lead to stronger academic performances and this could give us future opportunities in careers.

Personal Growth: Studying gives us a challenge, so this will help with our critical thinking skills, and helps with our personal development

Long-term Benefits: Investing time into studying can lead to lifelong learning and intellectual fulfillment.

Now let's look at what we get out of playing soccer:

Physical Fitness: Playing soccer is a great way to exercise, it helps with our stamina, strength, agility, and our overall fitness

Stress Relief: Playing soccer is a stress reliever, it’s a way to take our mind off of school and just focus on the moment.

Social Interaction: Playing soccer gives us opportunities to socialize with others, making friends, and building a sense of community with others

Improves skills: Playing helps us improve our touches, improve our dribbling, and helps with our game IQ

Overall, both have great benefits and it is a difficult decision to make on what we want to do. Even though soccer has all these great benefits, studying provides better ones allowing us to have a better understanding about classes, having improved grades, and better overall for the future. Sometimes 

[the-meadow-of-a-fluffy-sheep]

The meadow of a fluffy sheep: Entry 12/2/2023

Welcome back to my meadow! 

I’ve been insanely busy this week. I have 139 things on my to-do list, 126 of which are repeating tasks. I have three upcoming entrepreneurship competitions which I need to put a huge amount of time and energy into. I’m in association for nonsmokers Minnesota, big brothers big sisters, and distributive education clubs of America. I don’t even have time for dog agility class anymore which was one of my favorite parts of the week. I’ve missed two therapy appointments in a row because of events and fundraising for programs and organizations. I also have chores and work Fridays and every other weekend and that I haven’t had time to hang out with friends outside of school in almost a month.

I met with my DECA chapter leader to get the answers to some questions I had about DECA. I asked him what he thinks my chances of qualifying for nationals are with my business start-up written plan. He says that if I check the write-up rubric, make sure I follow everything there, check the penalty sheet, and make sure I don’t lose points on that, and that if I’m clear and confident, my chances of getting to the state competition are high. He says the state competition is much more challenging and that only the top 10% of state competitors qualify for nationals. For all three competitions, I will hand my written business plan to the judges, they will read only the executive summary, then I will do a 15-minute presentation of my business plan with the last 5 minutes being for the judges to ask questions and for me to answer. I will have a trifold poster with text and diagrams. He says that if I put work into my trifold poster and make sure it looks neat and printed and not like I threw it together in a couple of minutes, it will help my chances. I will need to do a lot of practicing with him. The national DECA competition is in Anaheim California and is from April 27th to April 30th. DECA Blazers are not required at the district or state competitions but they are required for the national competition. I carefully looked at the dress code on the DECA website. It is very strict. I’m going to wear a navy blazer, white blouse, navy dress trousers, and black round toed pumps. I’m also practicing putting my hair in a braided updo to look more formal. If I get into DECA nationals, I’ll stay at a hotel that DECA has rented out for the competition, meaning no other families will be staying there during that time. I would either share a room with a female identifying student since I am comfortable with that or get my own room. If I am the only person who qualifies for nationals then I would get my own room by default, but it’s likely a female student in my DECA chapter will also qualify just given that she’s experienced and this is not her first year doing DECA. If she and I both qualify and are expected to share a room, I’m pretty sure I will request to have my own room if money allows. Because of my personality type, I need my own space, specifically a room with a door that closes, especially in a very stimulating environment with so many people and so much social interaction. The very last thing I would want is to get burned out, exhausted, and dysregulated. Our DECA chapter leader would not come into my room because he’s an adult but I would be able to call him on the phone if I needed anything. After curfew hours, a piece of tape would be put over my hotel room door, so that if I left the room an adult would know because the tape would be broken, which is to ensure I don’t leave the hotel room for safety reasons unless there’s an emergency. I’m fundraising for DECA by selling frozen Heggies pizzas; I’ve sold 14 pizzas so far. The money from the first pizzas will be put toward basic and general DECA costs, and the rest will go toward me for whatever costs I’ll need for district and state, and if I qualify for nationals, then the hotel, food, competition, and special DECA blazer. I’m going to try not to take it too personally if I don’t qualify for nationals. I know it’ll be a huge disappointment for me, but I’ll try to handle it as well as I can, so even though I’m very excited for the opportunity, I’m trying to keep a realistic perspective in the back of my mind. 

I met with my English teacher to work on the last summative assignment of the trimester, which might not sound like a big deal, but I was really struggling with motivation to get schoolwork done that day so I was really proud of myself, especially since I did well on it. 

I had a meeting for ANSR (association for nonsmokers Minnesota) with my school’s principal. We talked about possible solutions to students vaping in the school bathrooms. We have another meeting on the 4th of this month, in two days, and I’m bringing Girl Scout cookies to share with Clara and her friends. Because vaping among teenagers and mental health are so related, I made a detailed list of coping skills categorized by both emotion and type. I’m going to hand out a copy to the leaders of ANSR and see if they want to mass print it to give out to students who are feeling stressed so they can use those coping skills instead of vape. 

This week, I called with three friends separately, and that was really nice. I called with Kalia, who is also in ANSR but was unable to make the meeting about vaping in the school bathrooms. I filled her in on what happened and also my opinions on it. We also talked about DECA and she was very supportive. I called with my friend Nora. She’s a really great friend. I told her about DECA and she told me about how her family is having a baking contest. I love baking, and I actually had just made chocolate chip banana bread, so I told her about that too. Then, I called Kamillah, and we talked about ANSR and she gave some good example analogies of how it’s important to give firm consequences to the students who are vaping at school. 

Work has been going pretty smoothly. It’s still exhausting, but I’m getting more used to it. I get to take food home at the end of my shift, and it’s really good, fancy food. The co-worker who trained me in today was super kind and friendly to me. I’m getting to know more of the residents’ names. 

Thank you to anyone who replies for supporting me and giving your insight, I appreciate it very much.

#diary entry #journal #my diary #online diary #support

[dumthicc]

What do you consider to be lower class and what do you consider to be middle class like what are some of the charactericis of these classes?

While I know their are set incomes of what would be defined as lower class, lower middle class, and middle class, I dont think total household income is a good way to measure class. The cost of living is different for everyone because of different circumstances. Some people may be considered 'middle class' but may have to spend almost all of their money on medical necessities, which would leave them struggling just as much as lower class individuals.

But when I say 'middle class' families, I mean the ones that could afford to go on nice vacations [I knew a kid in my grade that would go to Disneyland once or twice a year. Meanwhile my family couldn't even leave our state more than once every 5 years... his fam was def more upper class but the point still stands], afford new basic clothing, afford nice TVs, new washing machines, decent cars, etc. And also wouldn't be completely fucked over by a simple dentist visit or a broken wrist. Families that didn't have to try as hard to 'survive'.

I kinda grew up in two homes. Divorced parents, each with different incomes. I've seen what near rock bottom looks like.

My dad was working class and made about lower middle class money- but he drove and fixed trucks and would often have to work unpaid overtime or on days he had off. He also had shit for sick days and had to work even if he shouldn't have. Most of our money was also drained from different medical and basic needs (he had 2 kids, so yeah. That's expensive...). I couldn't see a dentist for all of my early teen years. My dad had to borrow money from me and my sibling occasionally just to pay rent.

My mom on the other hand was very lower class. I saw her struggle so much to buy food and pay rent. There were many times I couldn't visit her because she had her heating shut off in the middle of winter. And doctor visits? No such thing. She struggled with addiction (most lower class individuals do), and she had to learn how to budget like her life depended on it (because it DID). The only reason she was never homeless for more than a day at a time was because of her long list of 'boyfriends of the week' that she'd go to. She had to learn how to make every penny count. She had to learn how to fix her own car, her own clothes, her own home.

So I would consider middle class ppl to be ones who can live comfortably, and can afford nice or new things from time to time, such as eating at a nice restaurant every week, or going on vacation 4 states over for a couple weeks every year. The ones that can afford to throw away a pair of shoes and spend $80 on new ones like it's no big deal. Upper middle would probably be the type of folks who shop at Sam's Club or Target and have whatever new hybrid car came out that year and probably own their own 4 bedroom home and go outside the States for vacation twice a year or more. Upper class would be more stereotypical 'wallstreet richies'.

Idk how to properly describe lower class though. There's a huge difference between living paycheck to paycheck and being actually homeless... like my dad had at least the potential for saving up for a small vacation after a couple years, but my mom couldn't even afford to buy bread. I think class should be more of a gradient scale that weighs both income and living costs rather than 3 main categories.

Also, middle class families were a lot more common in my school than other places, and it's much more likely now that the children of said middle class families will grow up to be lower class once they move out, hence why learning how to do things yourself is so important.

Sry for the long reply, I hope it answers your question.

#ask reply #asks

[quixotic-gray]

I went on a rant, cut bc I don't like my tangents bulking up my blog

So I was talking to somebody last night and I just got to thinking about it again, but I was telling somebody a couple places where she could (legally) get books very cheap if not free and as an example I was like My most expensive book I got is a $430-something neuropsych textbook for less than 30 bucks so you can find pretty much anything and this guy overheard and he's like 1. He paid full price for the textbook bc his degree requires a neuropsych credit and 2. He learned pretty much nothing from the class. So like, also consider how much it costs to even be in a class, forget about the textbook, it can be thousands of bucks just for a goddamn plastic chair.

Okay now this guy is so positive, I love his energy and attitude toward things but he's like "the professor was just too smart" okay babe. I gotta stop him right there because if you are too smart to teach new people the basic foundations of your field and they come away from your class with nothing but debt then bitch u better get smarter. I obviously didn't go into one of my full tangents with this guy, just gave him like a 2 sentence ghost of it since the soapbox shits saved for my blog and friends bc its either anonymous or accepted but the point is still there.

You should be able to teach a 6 year old how ion channels work because your understanding of it is strong enough you can simplify it without losing value, your knowledge should be so full it spills over to other people. You can't just dump it all on them. I mean, you learned this shit right? You oughtta know how damn complicated it gets, in neuropsychology you must have had at least one bad learning experience where everything went over your head and you wanted to quit? How did you learn? Did you find what made learning it easier? You should know (just from having gone to school in the first place) especially since you teach neuropsychology that brains can only take so much at a time because learning acts a lot like a muscle- you overdo it, you cram or pull something, and you've screwed yourself out of a lot of progress because your brain, just as much as your muscles, needs rest.

This is bs, just think of how far neuropsychology (among other fields) could be by now if the way we go about teaching it was different- how many great scientists missed the spark of passion that comes from realizing how incredible and beautiful neural function is either because they couldn't afford it in the first place or bc once they get in the plastic chair its too incredible, it's too big-- you're a professor sending knowledge to students like you're god sending a lovecraftian ass angel to a prophet saying "be not afraid" like bitch??? Just don't be scary? You go throwing shit like whats the difference between sodium, potassium, or calcium channels before they understand the difference in charge between the inside and outside of the cell and why ion channels are important to that, you go throwing shit about basal ganglia at them before they even know that a ganglion is a group of neuron bodies. You can't. This is why so many people who were fascinated by neurons get overwhelmed and decide its not for them. Everybody is a scientist from the beginning, science is the second greatest thing we've evolved to do and what's the 1st? teach. I'll not go into it here but look into the evolutionary importance of shared knowledge. We wouldn't have our large body of science, art, philosophy blah blah blah if we didn't teach each other shit. We all want to learn and we explore by nature, teaching takes more effort than learning but sharing what you have effectively is how we further science as a whole and I think if you're teaching anything but especially neuropsychology you should know this. I just can't get over how frequently mishandled neuropsychology is.

#from percy with love #me wanting the change without being the change? bleh im trying to get financial shit figured out so i can test into college & get a degree

[oldageandtreachery]

Friday/Saturday

The staff at the RRC have apparently finally realized I'm here after almost a month as one of them just did my first 2 intakes that were supposed to have been done when I first arrived and another set up a meeting to refer me to a skills/works program :| Again these are the upstanding successful citizens of my society that I'm supposed to strive to be like.

Still doing linkedin learning classes. Done like 20 so far :| guy emailed me about a couple jobs at Boeing so we'll see how that goes... All my cheap crap I ordered from "Temu" showed up today, I'm actually really amazed/impressed by the quality for like $2 items... I have a smart watch now that does everything a fitbit does plus like 5 other things and cost $7.68. I ordered $37.58 in crap from them and the only complaint I have on anything is the belt they sent me despite being way way nicer than I expected it to be does not actually fit... it is an automatic buckle one but the band on the leather that clicks through the buckle runs out of clicks like a half inch too soon for it to be cinched tight. Probably work fine if I had shirts tucked in and such but won't work normally. Might be able to take the buckle off and cut it to size so it works which is fine if I can do that but shouldn't need to when they list and sell them by size not as one size fits all etc... Definitely no objection to ordering from them again currently though based on the quality of the items, not saying I would trust them with something health and safety related or a surge protector to use with expensive electronics or anything but for general stuff that there is no risk if it fails the stuff I ordered all looks good and is of surprising quality for the price so far.

#linkedin #seattle #rrc #seattle living #seattle washington #halfway house #prison #RRC #incarcerated people #formerly incarcerated #Temu