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endelineinwonderland · 2 days

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Let The Light In: Part 7

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff (?!), Friends to enemies to lovers, reader is actually so incredibly in the wrong, slow burn (but we're about to be on fire).

A/N: A few hours later than planned but still, as promised! Also, time jump???!!! Lmk if we hate and if it should never be done again.

2/5/24

“Leo, I’ve told you 100 times I’m not comfortable doing shoots with Paige anymore. I really need to be taken off the schedule for tomorrow,” you insist, frustration tinging your voice. This is not the first time the two of you have had this particular conversation and you doubt it will be the last.

The morning after your talk with Paige you’d gone to Leo and told him everything. Over the course of your time at UConn Leo really had become like a second dad to you, but this was the first time you really had bothered him with your personal life.

Luckily for you, he’d been very understanding and even took you and Charlie out to breakfast. You, because he wasn’t quite sure how to handle a sobbing 20-year-old and he figured throwing free food at the problem would be relatively pacifying, and Charlie because he figured she deserved a thank you for having dealt with a sobbing 20-year-old all night (and for saving him from the unfortunate task).

The man turns to you with a heavy sigh, his eyes weary. “I’ve tried, for three months now I’ve kept you from being assigned to her, but this time I need the best of the best, and that’s you, kid. I’m sorry.”

The relationship between you and Paige had been hastily sewn back together over the past few months, a single, weak thread intertwining the two of you again. And things have, admittedly, been rougher than you’d like.

The best conversation the two of you had shared took place over the course of a two-hour-long phone call where you let her know that you’d removed yourself from any future shoots with her. She immediately argued that you hadn’t needed to do that. You disagreed, then she disagreed with that, the process repeating again, and again, and again until the two of you realized that the time on the clock was now well past midnight and it was in both of your best interests to head off to bed.

She came up to you after games, just like old times, greeting you in a quick hug and stealing your camera off your neck to flip through a couple of the photos before nodding in approval and wandering off again.

After finals you’d run into the team on a night out and joined them. Paige had walked you home, each of you drunk off your asses and using it as an excuse to cling to each other like ivy to an old brick wall. It had started snowing so you’d offered to let her stay the night, she’d said no.

The holidays stood out only for their flurry of awkward ‘Merry Christmas’ and ‘Happy New Year’ texts.

Everything else, however, had been remarkably unremarkable; seeming so insignificant that even when you were spending hours over analyzing each interaction the two of you have had, remembering these felt like a waste of time.

But now, standing in Leo’s office, for the first time in months, even with the lack of real communication, you felt that fragile thread between Paige and you threatening to snap.

“Leo, please,” you said, your voice softer now, almost pleading. “I don’t want to mess things up with Paige again. We’re barely holding on as it is.”

Leo looked at you with a mixture of sympathy and frustration. “I get it, but you’re both professionals. You can do this. It’s one shoot. Just one. After that, we can reevaluate.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing thoughts. “Fine,” you said finally, the word feeling like a lead weight on your tongue. “But if it becomes too much, I’m out.”

Leo nods, relieved. “I understand. Just give it your best shot.”

The next day, you arrive at the shoot early, the familiar buzz of the studio doing very little to calm your nerves. You busy yourself with setting up your equipment, trying to focus on the technical aspects to keep your mind off the impending interaction with Paige, or rather, the interaction in the setting the two of you had been trying your hardest to avoid.

When she finally walks in, your breath catches in your throat. She looks as beautiful as ever, you had desperately missed being near her, the occasional run-ins the two of you had doing very little to stifle your aching need for the blonde.

The shoot begins, the atmosphere almost painfully tense but still professional enough that Leo was satisfied. You direct her with a calm, steady voice, doing your best to maintain the distance she seems to need.

Paige follows your directions flawlessly, her movements graceful and precise. It is almost like old times, except for the invisible barrier she's put up between you.

During a break, Paige approaches you, her expression tentative. “How’s it going?” she asked softly, her eyes searching yours.

You shrug, trying to keep your tone light. “I mean, it's photography and it's you. Hard not to love it.” Admittedly, the last bit was a lie, having to capture her like this again was nerve wracking to say the least.

Sure, the picture of her on the court is what had gotten the two of you here. But in your mind, these shoots marked the beginning of the end, where you had started getting selfish with your art, where you had been given to much control and in turn, abused it.

She nods, biting her lip. “I appreciate you doing this. I know I’m kinda ruining your thing for you right now which I really didn’t want to do.”

You look at her, the sincerity in her eyes tugging at your heart. “I’m trying P.”

She looks around briefly, confirming that no one is watching before swooping down to briefly press her lips against your cheek. “I know you are.” She whispers before Leo calls everyone back to set.

By the end of the night, almost everyone had left, leaving you and Paige, who had apparently decided to stay with you a while longer instead of returning to her dorm, to pack up alone. This would have been fine if it wasn’t so eerily reminiscent of all the other times you two had worked together. Everything was just still so painfully raw, even nostalgia hurt.

As you tried desperately to busy yourself, ignoring the blondes lingering stare, Paige finally broke the silence. “Do you remember our first shoot together?” she asked softly.

You paused, a small smile tugging at your lips, there were a only a few moments the two of you have shared that didn't immediately make you tear up for one reason or another when you recall them, this was one of them.

“Yeah, I do. You were so nervous, kept fiddling with your necklace, I had to photoshop like half of those damn pictures so you weren’t grabbing at it in all of them.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I was terrified. But you made it easier. You always did.”

“It only ever felt easy when it was with you." You looked at her, the memories flooding back.

—-

The studio was buzzing with activity. Assistants scurried around, adjusting lights, setting up equipment, and preparing the backdrop. You were standing near the camera, checking the settings one last time. For you, the energy in the air was nothing short of electric, this was your game day, this was the thing you lived for.

Paige walked in, her eyes wide and filled with dread. She always liked the end result of getting her picture taken but the process was tedious and dealing with photographers could be just downright unpleasant.

She was clad in her home jersey, the navy blue 5 contrasting sharply against the stark white. She clutched the necklace around her neck, a small silver cross pendant that she would continue to fiddle with incessantly the whole day.

You looked up and saw her, your heart skipping a beat. You'd taken pictures of her before, of course, the night at the gym, a few games, and for a few homework assignments that’s she’d, thankfully, agreed to help with, but this was something else entirely, a shoot. A shoot for Leo.

"Hey, Paige," you called out, offering her a reassuring smile. "Ready?”

She walked over. "Yeah," she replied, her voice missing its usual enthusiasm.

You positioned her in front of the camera, giving her small tips on how to stand, where to look, and how to relax her shoulders. She followed your instructions diligently, though you could still see the tension in her posture.

"Remember to breathe," you said gently. "And try to think of something that makes you happy. It'll show in your eyes."

Paige closed her eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. When she opened them again, there was a spark of confidence that hadn't been there before. She smiled, and you could see the transformation happening right before your eyes.

You didn’t know at the time but all she had done was think about the night she met you.

"That's it," you encouraged, your own excitement growing with hers. "Just like that."

As the shoot progressed, Paige began to relax more, her movements becoming more fluid and natural.

You clicked the shutter repeatedly, the two of you inventing a silent language; thumbs up: all done with this look, change your pose, thumbs down: this isn’t working, give me a second to do change things on my end, palm out: stay still, etc, etc.

By the end of the day, you had captured a series of stunning photographs, each one better than the last as she had gotten more and more used to being in front of your camera.

As you packed up your equipment, Paige had approached you, her eyes shining with renewed sense of excitement. "Need a ride?”

"Oh no it’s okay, thank you so much though” you replied, turning to the girl. “I’m just gonna walk.”

She smiled, her fingers once again playing with her necklace. "No come on, it’s late, I’m driving you.”

You had hesitated despite already knowing your answer, “only if you’re sure," you said, unable to hide your relief.

The two of you left the studio together, stepping into the crisp evening air. The city was quiet, the hustle and bustle of the day giving way to a serene calm. Paige led you to her car, popping the trunk and helping you load all of your stuff safely in the back.

Once inside, you both settled into a comfortable silence, the only sound the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle as Paige adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. You glanced at her, noticing the way the streetlights cast a soft glow on her face.

"Wanna get ice cream?” Paige said suddenly, breaking the silence. “There’s this cute little place nearby and I’m starving, plus there’s no way the dining hall is still serving dinner.” She’d been so nervous that her words had come out in one breath. It would have been more than just bordering on incoherent if you hadn’t been giving her every single ounce of your attention already, clinging to every word.

You looked at her, surprised by the sudden change in plans but also grateful for the suggestion. You were starving. “Let’s do it.”

Paige grinned, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she turned the car around and headed towards the ice cream parlor. The streets were quiet, the cool evening air settling over you two.

When you arrived, the bell above the door had chimed softly as Paige opened the door for you. The smell of freshly made waffle cones and the sound of soft music filled the air.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that the song playing was the one on an old Etta James record. The same one your grandmother had said was playing at the jazz club her and your grandfather had gone to on their first date. But, you pay in no mind, all of your conscious thoughts consumed by the blonde in front of you.

The parlor was cozy, with a few small tables and a counter displaying a rainbow of ice cream flavors. Paige immediately made her way to the counter, her eyes wide with delight as she scanned the options.

“What are you getting?” she asked, turning to you.

You took a moment to consider, then decided on your usual favorite. “I do this weird thing, I get two kiddie scoops, one cherry and one strawberry and mix them. When I was a kid, my mom used to get strawberry and I used to get cherry and she’d always let me have her leftovers so I mixed them together one day and now I can’t eat ice cream any other way.” You said, smiling.

Despite the fact that you had known Paige for a month, the expression on her face when you told her this was one that could only be described as love struck. There was a gentle warmth in her eyes that caused your heartbeat to quicken and your breath to catch in your throat. It was as if the entire world had melted away and all that remained was the two of you, standing there in that moment, caught up in each other's unspoken affection.

“Here, how ‘bout I get strawberry, and we can do that. You’ve got me curious now” she said.

“Deal. You won’t regret it.” You’d chuckled, reaching your hand out to hers for her to shake, you really had just wanted an excuse to touch her.

You both placed your orders, and the worker, recognizing Paige, had scooped more than generous portions of ice cream into the two cups.

Paige handed you your cherry scoop, and you both sat down at a small table near the window. Paige took a bite of her strawberry scoop, then mixed a bit of it with your cherry. She paused, the spoon still dangling out of her mouth, and her eyes lit up. “Shit this is really good.”

A smile quickly spread across you face. “Told ya.”

For a moment, you both sat in comfortable silence. Each of you dipping into each others cups, giggling when one of your spoons got caught on the others, inevitably making the dessert fall back into the bowl it had just been scooped from. The world outside the window seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this cozy little bubble.

When Paige had finished hers and the remainder of yours after you’d pushed your leftovers at her, the two of you returned to the car.

The drive home wasn’t long but the combination of your fatigue from the long day and the gentle rocking of her car had made you fall asleep without even realizing what was happening.

Pulled up at your dorm, she gently shook your shoulder, “hey, we’re here.”

You blinked awake, disoriented for a moment, then realized where you were.

“Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Paige smiled, her expression tender. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve had a long day.”

You gathered your things and hesitated for a moment, not wanting the evening to end.

“Thanks for the ice cream, Paige. And for everything else.”

“Anytime,” she replied, her voice sincere. “Get some rest, okay?”

You nodded, stepping out of the car. “You too. Goodnight, Paige.”

“Goodnight,” she said, watching you walk no more than 10 steps away from the car before she was rolling down her car window to talk to you again, “hey, same time next week?”

You’d turned back to her, confused. “What?”

“Ice cream, you and me, next Thursday. Come on it’ll be like, our thing.”

A warmth spread through you at the suggestion, and you found yourself smiling back at her. “Yeah, I’d like that. Ice cream Thursday.”

“Awesome,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “It’s a date then. Goodnight for real this time.”

“Night,” you said, waving as she drove away, her taillights disappearing into the night.

—-

“Hey do you need a ride home, for old times sake?” Paige grabs your attention again as you let the memory fade from into the background.

She's rocking back and forth on her heels as you finish packing up; obviously trying to gauge whether or not she’s overstepping.

You grab the rest of your bags, replying, “that’d be great, thank you" before getting an idea, "hey you know, it’s Thursday, we’ve missed dinner, and if you’re free, I think our ice cream place is still open.”

Paige’s eyes light up, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You're on."

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leaderwonim · 4 hours

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HALF RETURN part one

pairing. park sunghoon x fem!reader

summary. you and park sunghoon reunite years later, except this time, on the court.

warnings. cursing, mentions of sport injury, mentions of excessive drinking

“Are you ready to go?” Your coach, Lauren, swings your gym bag around her shoulder, eyes widening at how heavy it really was. “Geez Nishimura, what did you put in here? We’re only leaving for 4 days!”

You laugh, taking a quick sip of your Celsius before putting on your socks. “My camera, 2 large Celsius, you can have one Lauren—my Stanley, don’t worry, it’s filled with water and not sprite this time. Oh, and extra rackets.”

“First of all, you’re not even supposed to drink that much Celsius,” Lauren clicks her tongue disapprovingly, “and secondly, your camera? You haven’t used that in a while.”

She’s right. You haven’t. Ever since the incident with Sunghoon 4 years ago, you quit film and started focusing on other things.. such as tennis, Sunghoon’s passion. It seems ironic, but that wasn’t your intention.

Turns out, you were pretty darn good after watching and filming him during your relationship.

Lauren Perret, a coach who used to attend Harvard had been at the park when she saw you play with your friend and instantly became intrigued. In a matter of weeks, she started coaching you to play for Duke with the connection of her friend who was in close hands with the president there.

“Kinda need it, we’re playing against Harvard today.”

“Ah.” Lauren looks away, already knowing what you’re implying. “How has he been, by the way?”

“No idea,” you shrug. “Soobin tells me he’s still good as ever. Heartthrob alumni of Harvard, visits to give speeches to the athletes every week.”

Soobin was one of your film friends during your time at Harvard, and was actually quite the sweetheart. He became pretty close friends with Sunghoon after graduation, the two finding comfort in drinking soju everytime their life went downhill.

For Soobin, it was a horrible quality film. For Sunghoon, it was anything. You still remembered that about him. The littlest of depression could lead to him passed out in the middle of the road.

“You shouldn’t be too worried about him,” Lauren shrugs. “Just think of him as another opponent.”

“You’re right,” you straighten out your white skirt, looking one last time in the mirror before opening your apartment door. “Let’s get this baby on the road.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

“Hey.”

You sit down in front of Sunghoon, awkwardly glancing around the place.

Despite your relationship ending badly and abruptly, he had invited you out to dinner.

It’s on me, he had told you over message. And you were surprised he still kept your number after all this time.

“Are you guys ready to order?” You could tell the waitress had a bit of a staring problem, her eyes practically set themselves dead on Sunghoon and Sunghoon only.

“Ah yes, I’ll just get the caesar salad with ranch on the side.”

“I’ll get a steak.” You say, handing both of your menus to her after she’s done putting that on the tab.

“She was totally into you.”

Sunghoon scoffs. “Was not.”

“Whatever.” You wave him off. “Caesar salad with ranch on the side, though?”

“Gotta watch my diet for championship.” He shrugs. “You should too Nishimura.”

“How have you been?”

Sunghoon laughs, and you’re confused as to why. You hadn’t said anything funny.

“We’re really delving deep before I have my first wine of the night?” You don’t laugh, which makes the boy roll his eyes. “Okay fine. I’ve been doing okay. Are you sure you didn’t want to ask me about how I was when you exposed your films to the world four years ago?”

You choke on your spit, not expecting him to be so straightforward.

“When I first saw that, I was like no way. No way she would do that so carelessly, she got into Harvard for fucks sake—she wouldn’t do something stupid like that. But when I realized it happened and there was nothing I can do about it, I got so angry. I was angry for weeks, I was angry because everybody else was angry at me. They held me up to this high standard that when they saw me break it, they went ballistic. My coach yelled at me for weeks. Said I was the biggest disappointment known to man, and I was stupid for blowing opportunities away.”

“Wow, I—I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” he laughs. “After you exposed me, you found your love for tennis. If I had rewind time and asked you now if you would do what you did four years ago, you would say yes. Admit it, Nishimura.”

“Here is your food!” The waitress comes to end the tension, handing you two your plates. “And you requested 3 wines, Mr. Park?”

“Yes, thank you.”

He places two of the wines on his side and one on yours.

“Say whatever you want to say now,” Sunghoon smirks. “I finally have my wine.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

When it came to the day of your competition, yours and Sunghoon’s coach share a nod, shaking heads silently.

From the corner of your eye, you finally see him.

After four years, he has grown. He’s no longer the boyish college athlete that you used to date before. Instead, his stance is confident, intimidating almost.

“Hi Nishimura,” he grins. And God, God, it’s the same grin he gave you the day you first met.

“Hi Park.”

He bounces the tennis ball, eyebrows furrowing. “Why are you so tense? Relax, it was four years ago.”

“You’re really over it?” You question.

“I guess.” He stretches his back, a loud cracking sound can be heard. “Not like you ruined my career for a whole 6 months and went after my passion.”

“Alright!” Your coach mushes you and Sunghoon together. “You guys are on now.”

Sunghoon bites the inside of his cheek, already in his starting stance. “Ready anytime you are Nishimura.”

You serve the ball, adrenaline flowing through your body like a stream.

“C’mon,” Lauren whispers at the edge of her seat, “just one more out.”

Suddenly, Sunghoon swings his racket hard at the ball, hitting it right at your eye, making your entire body fall backwards.

“Shit shit shit,” Sunghoon runs over to you, ignoring the loud yelling from your coach at the referee.

“Tell me,” you say to him, blurred vision making Sunghoon look like a distant memory. “That you love me.”

“I can’t.” He whispers, frowning as he positions you so you’re now sitting on the court.

“Tell me I wasn’t the issue in our relationship, Sunghoon. Give me that at least.”

His face still remains pitiful, “Y/N, you seriously never understood, have you? Not even after 4 years?”

“Understood what?”

“It was never about you.” He says quietly. “My life, I mean. It was always about tennis.”

And although you know he’s just being honest, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

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mikefrawley · 3 days

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What I Will Do For Mike

Good morning, it’s Saturday at 630am. This will not be fun, but I know it’s imperative for my own health as well as any possibility of keeping my current job. Let me start quickly with something positive first. In early February I finally attempted to work on my personal healing and growth. In February March and April, the results were fantastic. Even my therapist was impressed, and friends were telling how much I had grown, and how proud they were of me. I was feeling very wonderful and being kind to myself and others, until May arrived, and I was quite painfully reminded that I still had a good bit of work to do. Then I remembered some 12-step wisdom regarding early recovery that had been shared with me over 20 years ago. While this current situation has not been caused by drugs or alcohol, it’s still a process of recovering, so here is the quote, and this is exactly how it’s gone for me.

First it gets real good Then it gets real bad Then it gets real

I’m hoping and willing to work for real!

I must admit, the biggest problem I had last week was dealing with the 3 hour shift change. Every day felt like I had a case of perpetual jet lag. Even staying up until 10 or 11, I still woke up around 4 am every morning, and was unable to go back to sleep. While this does not and cannot justify unacceptable behavior, even the sales rep involved told me after the incident to make sure I let both of you know how exhausted I was all week. I could also tell you how stressed, anxious and hurried we both were, but I know I am and WILL BE accountable for my actions. I now have a little faith in me and if given a chance, although I’ve done very poorly so far, I am now willing and capable of following the suggestions and directives I have been given. the last time we briefly met, you asked; What can we do to help you? I would ask for this one thing alone, because I am basically doing and or moving forward with everything else I’m supposed to, and deserved or not, feeling exhausted 24/7 has most definitely not helped. I’m only asking for the “opportunity” to give my best while knowing there is a zero percent chance of me keeping my job if anything like this happens again. You also asked me what I would do differently. I have answers that I can and will use in the future, but first I feel like I need to address Problem #1.

Despite my repeated stubborn, childish and even unwise denial of this truth, the primary reason I’m deeply in trouble with my job currently is due to my interaction with a young co-worker. While I’m neither going to attack or defend her, I must accept the fact that my actions and less than wise decisions have led me here. My only course of action for myself and for having any possibility of salvaging what was remaining of my career is to end all interaction with her except in a very limited professional manner. Closing on this topic, at least 6 friends, a psychiatrist, and now 2 therapists have told me in no uncertain terms that I need to distance myself from her. I am now WILLING and READY to do this!

What I would do differently if given the chance would be to use the tools I could and should have used in the first place. My first option would be to speak with my director who is both knowledgeable and much calmer than I will ever be, when a situation seems to be going in a non-positive direction. I also have read and will put into use some other options rather than always verbal. I can and will use written tools such as Slack and Monday. Another very good option would come from my meditation reading and beginner’s practice. Before racing over to engage, sit as quietly as I can, and take a few deep breaths. If this not enough, take a few more, but DO NOT start a conversation while agitated.

Another challenge which I have faced and am working on positive results is having been diagnosed with type 2 bipolar disorder including anxiety and depression by a psychiatrist in February. While it obviously does not excuse inappropriate behavior, it does, to me at least, explain some of the thoughts and behavior I’ve experienced and exhibited over much of my life. I am taking antidepressant, mood stabilizer, and anti-anxiety/sleeping medication. A little over a week ago the dosage was doubled for the first two, and it seems to be working fairly well. I’ve also been seeing a therapist once a week since I started taking the medication. The results have been excellent, and have the visits have improved my outlook on life over the period. Unfortunately, she left the facility where I was seeing her in order to open her own practice. I did not see anyone for three to four weeks and the results were obviously less than spectacular. Following your recommendation, I called the EAP and began the process of finding a new therapist. I believe I’ve had great fortune in this effort and I’ve now had two very productive sessions with her, and will see her again Thursday Afternoon.

To finish up for now, there were a few other interesting interactions between myself and the particular sales rep over the day and a half we spent on this project. However, that’s not particularly relevant to our discussion involving my actions as well as my willingness to improve them.

Thank you,

#prose #something pretty serious I'm going through with my job #to be shared with my companies executives #What I Will Do For Mike

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fractallogic · 1 year

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GUESS WHAT it’s 2:30 in the morning and I took my sleep pills 45 min ago and I’m still awake

Know why?

It’s because I didn’t take my sleep pills, I took my MORNING pills, one of which is bupropion, which is the like. “up and at ‘em” pill to get me out of bed in the morning

I did just take my actual sleep pills, though, so hopefully I’ll be down for the count in like 20 min.

But Jesus Christ self why did we do this

#am I just incapable of being a functioning human anymore #I’ve done this for years with no problem #and yet.#during the same period of time I’m trying desperately to un-fuck my sleep schedule and habitat #THIS shit #listen self I know I said we could get spicy potato tacos tomorrow around lunch time #but that didn’t mean ‘be awake super late and just get up at noon’

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danandfuckingjonlmao · 14 days

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whenever dan and phil say words i remember misha collins coming out as straight and think, maybe if we’re really good, that could be dnp too 🙏

#/j #joke ok i’ve only had out dan and phil for 5 years but if anything ever happened to them i would kill everyone in this room and then myself #but like sometimes if they wanna not say things like maybe my mental health would be better #<- guy who’s been a phannie for 9 years and mentally ill for over 25 years #dnp #dan and phil #phan #dan howell #daniel howell #amazingphil #phil lester #danisnotonfire #danandphilgames #yeet my deenp #yeet my deet #i think it’s fun to blame all of my problems on dnp as if i didn’t start have my existential crisis at age 4 and #wasnt saying i wished i was never born at age 8 and #wasn’t writing poetry about death and the cruelty of the world and the passage of time by age 10 and #wasn’t having panic attacks by age 12 and #didn’t start watching them at age 16 #i bet it was dan’s fault somehow #bc mr amazing has never done anything wrong ever 😤 -a dannie

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yeah-thats-probably-it · 6 months

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Listen. If Bertie Wooster got stuck in a time loop, it would take him 3-7 days to notice anything out of the ordinary was happening, depending on how eventful the original day was. I don’t have time to explain right now

#i’ve been thinking so much about bertie in a time loop i have like half a fic plotted #which is a problem for me because i am not a habitual fic writer #haven’t done creative writing in years #i might have to give it a shot though there’s just something about bertie voice that calls to me #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #jooster

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shima-draws · 2 months

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Sorry I haven’t been posting as much art lately, I’ve been pretty dedicated to working on my shop merch :’D But I’m totally down to do another art challenge!! If you guys wanna vote 👀

#Shima speaks #I’m a little under halfway done with my One Piece charms!#I might post a sneak peek here at some point #Polls #Also if I do the kiss meme I’ll probably combine it with a palette challenge!#But like the subtle one. Kinda like the couple I did last year #Anyway my back is causing me problems again so that’s probably a sign I’ve been at my computer too much lmao #I’m gonna try really hard to keep doing my stretches so it doesn’t flare up 🤧

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psychic-winged-turtle · 1 year

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Me, every single month: “wow I’m in a significant amount of pain for seemly no reason and my brain has decided it’s time to die. I wonder why this is happening?”

*My period starts*

Me:

#period cramps #period pain #period problems #suprised pikachu #I’m 20 #this shouldn't be allowed #why do I forget #it’s not like I’ve done this literally every month for 9 years

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kawaiikenna · 1 year

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When you have to do so much fucking math for a fic. And yet that’s the only reason why you would do that much fucking math to begin with. Would someone be willing to check it? It’s for my Dad from Mars fic and it does contain spoilers for the end of chapter 5. So beware. :3 Linking the fic so that you can read if you’d like. ^w^

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If walking from the high school parking lot takes about 10 minutes and their apartment is two blocks away; that means that it would take Danny about five minutes to walk one block. The GIW stopped him about half a block away from his house. Meaning that their initial confrontation happens approx. 7.5 minutes after Danny left the parking lot putting the time at…2:36am. If that’s the time that Danny pushed his panic button and J’onn foregoes the Zeta tubes completely he would get there in approximately 45 seconds. Because Martian Manhunter’s speed is calculated at 7 miles per second. Which then places him going 420 miles per fucking MINUTE. The Watchtower is probably somewhere between the Thermoshpere and the Exoshpere making it approx 190 miles above Earth. 190/7=27.14 But he could be going faster because Full Send, Danny needs him NOW. And yet, within those 45 seconds is when Danny gets horribly injured by the GIW. But Kenna, the math says that he would get there in 27.14 seconds not 45. Well, we have to factor in that he Density Shifts through the Watchtower. No matter how fast he wants to go, he can’t just rip through the Watchtower without a care. So that’s where the extra 18 seconds comes into play. The time is now approx. 2:38-2:39am depending on the seconds and how long J’onn’s conversation with Batman was. Which was not very long to begin with.

There are probably at least 12-15 agents piled into the van. Say Danny is able to take out at least seven of them before he’s shot down, that leaves 5-8 agents for J’onn to take care of. Even if he defeats them all in record time this would still probably take him at least 5-7 minutes because he’s not only fighting the agents but is also having to protect a severely injured Danny. This does slow him down but not by much. After he has secured the unconscious and probably injured agents J’onn would immediately scoop up Danny and head to the nearest Zeta. Why? Because he doesn’t know how exactly suddenly traveling to space at exponential speeds would affect the teen. So he’s playing it safe. Say that takes him another 5 or so minutes because he’s not going full speed due to the aforementioned reason. It is now approx. 2:44-2:46am. Zeta portaling is near instantaneous so I won’t be factoring it into the final time.

Once onboard the Watchtower they would have to travel down several floors to get to the infirmary. This would probably take another 5-7 minutes depending on if they could get the elevators to override and give the Martian and injured teen a straight shot down. As soon as they get there there is a flurry of movement and vague disorder from the sudden appearance of a probably coding patient. They most likely spend another 5 minutes trying to coordinate a plan and gather relevant information on what happened as well as what they need to know about health history. It takes them another 2-3 minutes to prep the OR and Danny. Another minute or so and the surgeon meets J’onn to glean some extra information. He can’t remember anymore so that’s when he calls Jazz. It’s currently between 3:00-3:04am. Jazz is attending the Ivy League School of her dreams, which puts her at 3 hours ahead of where Danny and J’onn had moved post chapter 4. So for Jazz it’s 6:00-6:04am.

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I had to do so much math just to figure out what time it was for Jazz at the end of chapter 5. I mildly hate myself because I’ve been working on this damn time problem for a good chunk of the past 3 hours. I really hope that I did it all correctly. I literally just googled things to find the numbers to plug into the corresponding equations.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dp #dc comics #dc x dp #martian manhunter #justice league #so much math #I don’t think I’ve done this much math since I was in high school seven years ago.#it makes me want to cry #like legit ugly cry #over fucking math problems.#math help #ao3 fic #fanfic #please send help

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