#also lost my vaccination card
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Why did the US choose “small, fragile, loseable, and irreplaceable index card that you get literally one time and keep for years” as it’s main vaccine proof mechanism
#I’m about to be carrying my entire immunization history through Europe in hopes they don’t get mad I lost my card#hey sorry I lost the small document that doesn’t fit in a wallet but still needs to be carried everywhere and isn’t waterproof#and also that the vaccine center I got it from is closed and I can’t get a new one#here’s every shot I’ve gotten for the past 27 years please believe me
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being a very brave, big girl today
(27 yo grown ass woman is organizing her health check docs, blood test results, mental health diagnosis comprobation and vaccination cards)
#theres a fucking gap in my vaccination cards from around 2013 to 2020#when i was a broody teenager who was afraid of needles#and now i dont know what fucking vaccines im missing so i can get them#alflieajflfhalifhdldhl HELP#i know i have to get the fourth covid shot and the flu shot#maybe the bcg's second dose???#otherwise im lost#doing this because i have some big appointments coming up#and i just got my new blood test results which funny story just told me i am in fact vaccinated againt hepatitis B or at least immune#from when i caught it as a child (its also nice to know which fucking one because it keeps coming up and i never know i was too young)#its a combination of post operation check up and new problems that need to be solved that we dont know if (...)#(...) its from what caused me to need surgery in the first place or if its something else entirely#seeing that my family's health history? NOT. SO. GOOD.#at all tbh#personal#sheryl talks nonsense
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Vaccines don't cause autism. Papyrus Undertale breaks into your house and stares at your baby like this
Until they're autistic. Sometimes Undyne comes with him and this makes your baby gay. If Mettaton is with him. Baby will trans gender.
If Sans shows up all hope is lost the baby is ruined and it's first words will be "get dunked on". Throw the baby away. Start over. New baby.
Y'all keep misunderstanding my vision so here's the run down. Warning: I'm doing just about every character in the gane
Papyrus = autism
Undyne = gay. All sexualities included in this
Mettaton = trans. All gender identities included in this
Sans = ruined baby. Start over
Frisk makes the baby determined
Toriel takes over. Her baby now
Asgore makes the baby terminally divorced
Alphys makes the baby a weeb
Flowey makes the baby a video game completionist
Napstablook gives the baby depression
Burgerpants makes the baby a loser
Temmie gives the baby Adhd also a college scholarship
Bratty tries to eat the baby. And catty like. Totally saves the baby!!! Omg Bratty!!!
Mad Dummy gives the baby anger issues
Asriel becomes a big brother to the baby
Monster Kid makes the baby an Undyne and Papyrus stan
Snowdrake makes the baby the worlds worst comedian
Greater dog plays cards with the baby and loses
Lesser dog is overwhelmed with affection from the baby
Dogressa and Dogamy cancel out Asgore's terminal divorce. Only a 5% of them showing though.
Doggo gives the baby a nicotine addiction
☝✌💧❄☜☼ ☜☼☜✌💧☜💧 ❄☟☜ 👌✌👌✡ ☞☼⚐💣 ❄☟☜ ☠✌☼☼✌❄✋✞☜
Grillby wants the baby to pay its tab already
Heats Flamesman makes the baby Really Good at remebering names
Chara makes the baby terminally misunderstood
Jerry makes the baby the absolute worst. Another ruined baby.
Froggit makes the baby not know why it's here
Vegetoid teacges the baby the importance of a balanced diet
Whimsalot makes the baby a battle hardened knight akin to Joan of Arc
Loox gives the baby a Complex
Woshua cleans your baby. Why is your baby so filthy
Aaron makes the baby a gym rat
Shyren gives the baby Vocal Talent
Knight Knight makes the baby sleepy
Madjick makes the baby a wizard
Astigmatism gives the baby an even bigger complex
Whimsum makes the baby anxious
Icecap wants your baby to stop looking at its hat
The baby puts a decoration on Gyftrots horns much to his dismay
Annoying Dog runs away with the baby and leaves a strange dog residue in the crib
The Nicecream guy makes your baby want to open a business in the worst locations
The Royal Guards make your baby a Dude Bro in the best way
Tsundere plane totally doesn't think your baby is cute or make it a tsundere or anything
Vulcan makes your baby the ultimate hypeman
Pyrope makes your baby turn up the heat
Muffet makes your baby broke. Also it owes her 9999G
Moldsmal makes the baby understand the world
Gerson makes the baby Old
Migosp makes your baby friends with the wrong crowd
Final Froggit makes the baby know exactly why it's here
Moldsbygg makes your baby respect boundaries
#papyrus#papyrus undertale#undertale#sans Undertale#undyne#undyne undertale#mettaton#mettaton undertale
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The Voice In The Lights
Wrote a little fic @monthly-challenge’s prompt — Green. You can read it under the cut and on Ao3 here.
Fandom: The Last Ship (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Pairing: Carlton Burk/Danny Green
Tags: Canon Divergence, Missing Scene, Sunsets, Memories
Summary: The sunset makes Burk remember his mother. He wants to share the moment with Danny.
Wordcount: 712
Also created for: @fandombingo, The Last Ship card | Carlton Burk + Reverse: 1999 edition | Emergency Meeting / @eclipsingbingo | Hugs From Behind / @fandom-free-bingo, Book Night Edition | “I’m Not Asking.”
He had kept their mother alive in his thoughts.
In the memory of his sister, laughing at something he said and she didn’t find funny. In the echo of his mother’s voice, in the flashbacks of the farewell before he boarded the Nathan James for the first time and in the smell of fresh bacon in the morning when they were lucky to have some.
Meanwhile, his sister lived in the picture on his phone from their trip to New Orleans, even if the device hadn’t been turned on for months now that he was back in the seas. In the only song that was in his music player because he had downloaded it for him and in the chilly nights when he just needed his sister to laugh along with him —or about him, he didn’t mind.
It had been almost four years now that his mother lived in his heart, because she didn’t live in their home anymore. At least he knew that much.
They had reached their hometown in one of the ground expeditions, and even if he hadn’t come with the group that covered the area, Green had been trusted with the duty of checking his mother’s house, and look for any sign of her.
There was no luck in finding her there. Which meant that the woman was clever enough not to stay alone when a virus threatened the world, and she had most likely packed a suitcase and drove to Aunt Claire’s home. Which meant that he was in luck. Because there was a chance, still, of his mother being there. Of her having gotten the vaccine even. Of her being alive.
So he knew, almost for sure, that her mother didn’t only live in his heart. At that moment, she was also living in the sunset lights in front of him that welcomed the evening and the promise of a calm night with no clouds in the sky. If luck was on his side again, perhaps a few stars will decorate the endless dark blue empire later that night as well.
Burk hadn’t seen anything like that in twenty years. The colours in the horizon danced and mixed together, painting a picture that was hard to describe but made him cherish the fact that he was there to watch it.
He heard a door closing, and calm steps followed the sound. He had been living there long enough to know who they belonged to.
Green soon reached his level and leaned on the deck rail next to him. Crashing their shoulders together, leaning softly onto him was his way of letting him know he was there, since his eyes were lost in paradise in front of them and he guessed anyone would say he was ‘absent’.
“You need to see me?” Danny asked. “Ray said it was important.”
“Look at this,” Burk said, almost whispering. “When was the last time you saw something this beautiful?”
Green needed a moment to realise what he was talking about, following his stare to the distant clouds and the colours painting them with beautiful shades over the Gulf of Mexico.
Danny turned to look at him, though Carlton missed that. He pushed the rail for support and backed off, rounding him until his arms were hugging him from behind and Danny’s chin rested on his shoulder. “When was the last time you looked in a mirror?”
“Smooth,” Burk huffed. His warmth felt nice; it wasn’t usual for them to have a quiet moment and just … enjoy the present.
“So this is the emergency you needed me for?” Danny asked. “Not that I’m complaining. It is beautiful.”
“It’s an emergency when the sunset lasts no more than three minutes and my boyfriend is not around to see it, yeah,” he confirmed. “You almost missed it this time.”
“I am here now.” Danny reassured him. If anything new had come up in the ship, that would be talked about later.
Green joined his partner to the show that was displayed on the horizon, and Burk wondered what was going on in Danny’s mind as he did. He could always ask him.
But for the time being, his own was filled with the memory of his mother smiling. So he smiled too.
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'*•.¸♡ Name is Anne (안네), she/her, 20 yo. ♡¸.•*'
Brazilian (portuguese is my first language and i will use it sometimes here, if you are br dm me to chat sometime!) and Bisexual, Witch in the making (still studying ~ the craft ~).
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۪۫ੈ♡‧₊˚ Witchcarft:@anne-the-witch-ish
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I love writing and crochet and getting into all the fanodms (collecting those like pokemon cards)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Favorite books: The handmaid's tale by Margaret Attwod; Pride and prejudice by Jane Austen; and some monster fucker one i can't share here because
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Favorite movies/documentaries: The mario bros movie (yes the cartoon fight me); the 2005 pride and prejudice; the first twilight movie (cringe culture is dead);don't fuck with cats; woman at war;
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Interests: History (especially fashion history), language learning (especially Korean and french), lost media and 90's to early 2000 internet, internet aesthetics (yes i might be clinically online); crochet and embroidery; dark academia and cute shite (sanraio <3)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥major fandoms: MCYT (technoblade and Brazilian QSMP especially); redacted audio; the Stanley parable; the sims; halo; assassin's creed; bioshock (RIP will miss you bestie😭) THT; (slowly crawling into the twiling and the least of us fandoms)
✴︎Terfs ARE NOT WELCOME HERE; Bigots ARE NOT WELCOME HERE✴︎. I'm all fun and games until your actions harm people irl. Don't like what i post? block me because i will block any terf and bigot in sight. Also, if you are part of the very specific "mystical" crowd that don't believe in vaccines, i live in your walls and i will find you (allegedly).
As my old fixed said (sorry don't remeber where i rblg this from):
Just a reminder my blog is trans inclusive. It’s bi inclusive. It is pan inclusive. It is intersex inclusive. It is ace/asexual inclusive. It is aro/aromantic inclusive. It is queer inclusive.
I don’t support terfs or exclusionists.
If you came here looking for an ally in your bigotry you came to the wrong blog. Go away. You are not welcome here.
(TW:FLASHING)Now a bunch onf blinks cuz i love them:
#about me#personal#hi!#also did this intro cuz i wanted to make my blog cute an a e s t h e t i c#idk if my korean name is 100% right so don't quote me on that loool
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In a modern au the surprise for Corroded Coffin is not that Eddie turns out to be gay. The surprise is that after two whole months of talking non stop with the same guy, they still haven't hooked up.
(Leave Eddie alone, okay? He has a plan. The sketch of a plan, at least. He can definitely get Billy 'most desired guy in school' Hargrove to go on a date with him, he's convinced. He's just.... Bidding his time. Waiting for the right moment)
((Please, do not take anything I write here seriously. This game exists and it's basically designed to be an asshole and use the stupidests arguments you can think of and also it's the funniest thing to play))
((Also, is it really crack treated seriously when we do not know the personalities of the characters??))
((And another thing. Some people plan their fics and are very neat when writing. Needless to say, I don't. So... wip until I figure out how to include it in my bingo card??))
Jeff snatches the card from Billy's hands before he has the time to make a proper decision, plants it at railroad painted at the right side of the board game and has the audacity to give Eddie the most beatific smile Billy's seen outside of the most troublesome children that go to his classes at the pool.
The card has 'Your crush' written on cursive under the drawing of some stick figure walking in a peaceful field. It's got hearts, and for the looks of it some glitter.
The tips of Eddie's ears are suddenly pink.
"I really want to see how you try to convince me not to run over the supposed girl I have a crush on", he says after a moment, using his most unimpressed tone.
"Could be a guy", interjects Gareth. "Some pretty guy".
Billy's so surprised at how pleased he is at thought of being described as pretty that needs a moment to notice that they're teasing Eddie. About him.
Andy snorts.
"Some pretty, blond guy with a m--".
"And what do you have for me?", Eddie interrupts. He's nervously toying with the dwarf d&d figure that substitutes the little train that he lost about two weeks into owning the game. "Oh!", he says when he realizes that the card lies already on the left side of the board game. "Enough food to end world hunger-- this is weak, you guys".
Gareth gives him a look and amps the drama: "You've got some fucked up priorities, Eddie".
Maybe Billy should say something. The rest are presenting him with the perfect opportunity to do so, after all. They clearly do not give a fuck that Eddie has a thing for him. That they could be potentially together.
"I'm sure the food will be stale by the time it reaches, uh. Africa", counters Jeff before Billy can hype himself to say something. "Look at what happened with the vaccines!"
"Everyone has learned from that!"
"A date with your crush is a far more achievable objective", Jeff continues, looking at Eddie. It's a bit hard to tell if Eddie's succumbing to the heat of the radiator or if he's downright blushing. "Besides", he adds, showing Billy briefly his cards and pointing to one of them in a silent question. Billy nods, "You can end up taking down Trump, and who wouldn't want to be known to history as the guy who took down Trump?", he asks, settling another card besides the world hunger one.
It has a stick figure painted in orange, with Donald Trump's famous yellow toupee. 'The never ending supply of hamburgers that gives Donald Trump his evil powers' is written in cursive under it.
"I cannot believe this game is real, I fucking can't!"
A fit of laughs takes over the table --even Gareth, always so silent, ends up grabbing his belly in a fit of giggles until Eddie tries to keep some semblance of control over the situation.
"Okay, okay, you guys-- What do you have for me", he says, taking the card that Gareth passes him as the most dramatic croupier in history. He shakes a little the collar of his Slayer shirt in an attempt to cool down a bit. "The worst teacher you had in your life", he reads, before putting it next to 'your crush' card. "It's like you're not even trying".
"Yes", Jeff readily agrees. "Besides, his crush could perfectly defend him from Ms. O'Donnell".
Billy perfectly hears how Andy mutters "he already does", and even more perfectly how Eddie automatically smacks his side.
"Having his crush fist fight Ms. O'Donnell won't get him any closer to graduation", retorts Gareth, mustering as much a baffled tone as he can manage.
"I wasn't talking about defending him literaly!"
"Guys! Guys. Last card!", interrupts Eddie. Very pointedly, he keeps not looking at Billy. He's started to play with his hair, as if it wasn't obvious by now that his cheeks are a bright pink.
Gareth turns to Andy and-- smirks, for some reason.
Reason being that the card that Andy proceeds to leave on the game board --a black and white one, in the shape of a comic's bubble-- reads 'They will swear their undying devotion to you if you save them'.
He deposits it right over 'your crush' card.
"Oh, fuck. I have fucked up", Andy says, trying a very unconvincing sad pout when Gareth tsks in pretended disappointment. Billy's seen prescholers lie better. "Where did I have to put it? I thought you said above".
Eddie stares at it for a long moment, before throwing out an exasperated: "For which team are you playing, dude?"
"Not that above".
"I hate you guys so much", Eddie groans, colapsing on the table between his arms. Jeff is giggling. "So very, very much".
"It's not as if we need that card, though", continues Gareth, ignoring Eddie's outburst. "I'm sure Trump would sign over any of his shitty hotels if his life was on the line. A number of hotels. You know how many things has that slimy, orange jerk?"
"Well", interjects Billy before he can think better of it, and once he's thought better of it, there's four different sets of eyes already fixed on him. He coughs a bit, tries to ignore how his heart is about to tear out from his chest, and lays down the charm: "As nice as a hotel sound, I'm sure your crush could think in how to properly thank you for saving his life in a few imaginative ways".
Eddie gets-- scared, sometimes. He'll get all over his personal space, and then he'll get intimidated when Billy suggests going somewhere with a bit more privacy; he'll lay on Billy the most ludicrous compliments, and then abruptly change the topic when Billy tries to turn the conversation on him. Billy would like to think that it means something, if Eddie has talked about him with his friends in enough depth for them to be teasing him about his crush, but as he sees Eddie blue screening, he can't be sure.
Eddie proceeds to substitute his sudden and total loss of words for an array of gestures, mouth hanging open at first as if he was about to say something, then passing a hand through his hair in an attempt to collect himself and-- Eddie's hand, under the table. It touches Billy's. Deep brown eyes look at him, tentatively. Billy threads their fingers together and for the first time in a long time he doesn't care who's looking.
"Out with Trump, the malicious dwarf of murder has spoken", says Eddie, smile bright, putting the figure over the loosing cards.
#mungrove#billy hargrove#tooth rotting fluff#they both have intimacy issues but WIDLY different intimacy issues
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Oookay, so. I've finally got over my inexplicable embarrassment, accepted that this is my house, and so it's time for...
Full Trin Profile
(going to break up the different sections with random Trin photos, because a) it prevents massive text wall, and b) I'll take any excuse to make people Look At Her)
Basic introduction
Name: Trinity Elloise Gant
Nicknames: Trin (in almost all circumstances), Trini (to specific individuals who knew her when she was younger)
Age varies because my timeline is long and convoluted enough to span 4-5 generations. Born in 2275. In game in 76, she's in her early twenties
Birthday: 16th July
Gender: Cis female (I think?)
Orientation: Aroace and firmly not interested in anything at all relationship-wise. She's a dedicated single pringle
Backstory (short version): Trin is the child of one Cipher parent and one parent raised in the California BoS. She spent time living among both of these factions whilst growing up, and also spent a lot of time on the road travelling with her family. She never felt that she truly fitted in with either of the two groups that raised her (the Brotherhood side would think of her as 'the Cipher kid', and vice versa), and so as soon as she was deemed old enough to travel independently, she headed out as far as she dared away from all links to her past and tried to make a fresh start for herself in West Virginia. After living there for around six months to a year, she was exposed to the Scorched Plague juuust before she became aware of the Nuka Cola vaccine. Whoops
Appearance
General: She's somewhere around 5'6-5'8, and kind of similar to JJ in overall build (which is Long with disproportionately long legs- though hers aren't as glaringly out of proportion as his). Pale AF
Hair: Black and naturally straight and thin. For most of her life, she's just kept it cut uniformly short and not made any special attempts to style it. Recently in game she allowed Beckett to shave half of her head and currently enjoys the change
Eyes: Dark brown. Once had her sclera turn yellow thanks to Scorchery
Distinguishing marks: She has both earlobes and one nostril pierced, but doesn't always wear jewelry there. Has a large scar across her cheekbones, also thanks to Scorchery
Clothing style: Conflicting styles, often colourful, and overall pretty confused-looking. She just wears what she likes the look of, with zero damns given. Doesn't intentionally dress to stand out, but some of her clothing choices end up having that effect
Fallout stats
S3 P7 E3 C4 I9 A8 L6
NV-style skills: Energy Weapons, Repair, Science, Survival
Full perk card setup in 76 (note: a lot of what's here is not canon for her):
A fully canon-compatible version of her would also need to have a perk/trait for her particular flavour of Scorchedness. Possible effects would include Scorched sometimes not being hostile towards her (especially if it's only one or two in an area rather than a big group), some level of resistance to radiation and toxins, and increases in AP, running speed, and maybe aggression (if she was a companion, which is the lens I planned this perk/trait out through) in the Cranberry Bog
Weapon preference: Electrified, energy or otherwise mechanical melee weapons. Examples she's used are shocking batons, shishkebabs, drills, and a plasma cutter that was her only weapon for about 50 levels of gameplay
Companions: Well, 76 doesn't exactly have that mechanic, but I consider Sofia, Beckett and Kayli (OC CAMP ally who's her childhood friend from Lost Hills) to occasionally accompany her on adventures. The closest thing she has to a true companion in the Fallout sense would be her cat, Juliet
Views on factions
Brotherhood of Steel: Her thoughts do vary from chapter to chapter, and there are definitley individuals within the BoS that she admires greatly, but in general, she's not a fan of their whole shebang. She was actually pleasantly surprised to be given the unique title of Knight-Errant in recognition of her other ties outside the Brotherhood, but she still never uses it outside of necessity
Ciphers: She has great respect for them and their dedication to their way of life, and feels like she'll never be good enough to be of much use or truly fit in with them. Almost intimidated by some individuals (*cough* Vari *cough*) in a very imposter syndrome-y way
Cult of the Mothman, Children of Atom: She's absolutely fascinated by these guys, but hasn't found them very approachable or open to questions...
Rust Eagles: Again, she finds them interesting, but there's a layer of suspicion as to their true intentions and long-term goals
Blue Ridge Caravan: No strong opinion on the company itself, but she's very intrigued by certain individuals. At one point, she was considering joining them as a caravan guard
Crater Raiders, Settlers: Oddly enough, her opinion on each is similar. She'll help them out when she runs into them and just sees them as people trying to get by. Nopes right on out of there whenever there's conflict between the two
Blood Eagles, Caesar's Legion, Enclave: Bad bad bad. 0/10. Avoid
#Trin#I wonder if I'll ever dare to post this#I feel like it spells out a lot of the stuff I keep being vague about in much clearer detail#update: this sat in my drafts for a bit. but it's the first anniversary of me posting about Trin so I feel like the time has come
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The story I am telling you could be fictional or actual events. I won't impose a personal view on those who will find themselves listening to it, and I will narrate it with the appropriate filters, albeit taking the liberty of not telling you when and how I'll use them.
For those who are listening to this podcast for the first time: my name is Alika Diamandis. For the past two years, I have been traveling around the United States following the wave of urban legends. My latest research has taken me all the way to StrangerVille. A charming town where citizens are slowly losing their minds. Local news reports are talking about polluted water and a micro pandemic coming from horses. Could this really be the case? As always, nothing will stop me from finding out.
I. Something Strange Happened.
In just one month, ten people lost control. No medication had had any effect. Somewhat problematic given that the symptoms everyone indiscriminately had experienced up to that point was characterized by bursts of blind violence and muteness. The local police always intervened promptly but not enough to prevent photos and whispers among the citizens.
Chatting with the person behind the Instagram post, they assured me several times that the news reports were covering up everything. Words that had the flavor of conspiracy but which, for some reason, I decided not to ignore.
The "pandemic" made it incredibly cumbersome to be able to set foot in the city. At the entrance, I had to present a certificate with all my vaccines and sign a very annoying sheet full of stipulations in which, in case of illness, I would have to accept hospitalization. Bureaucratic idiocies to season media idiocies. Having passed this initial hurdle, I cannot say my first day in Strangerville was kissed by lady luck. Not that I expected otherwise given the situation.
Arriving at my new temporary home, a downtown motel visible all the way to Mars thanks to the gargantuan neon flamingos on the roof, I took a few hours to rest from the journey to StrangerVille.
The very moment I left the room, was also the moment I slammed my face against the reality of the city. Right in front of my door, lit by the early morning light, was a motionless young woman. The smile she gave me was distorted and painful to look at, her eyes wide and lifeless.
«G-good morning.»
Over the years, I had been confronted with the most unusual oddities, but I must admit that this was one of those times when my blood froze. Oppressive and dangerous vibrations were coming from the woman. Rarely has my sixth sense gone on alert so suddenly and so vehemently.
Even more disturbing, no response came from the woman. She stood watching me like I didn't talk; I wasn't even sure she was breathing.
«I'm- Uhm… I'm going. Okay?» I said in a feeble, deliberately soft voice, closing the door behind me. I tried to walk around her to leave, but in a blink, I felt my wrist clenched between five icy fingers that were definitely stronger than I would have expected.
«e҉҉m҉҉b҉҉r҉҉a҉҉c҉҉e҉҉ ҉҉h҉҉e҉҉r҉҉ ҉҉b҉҉e҉҉a҉҉u҉҉t҉҉y҉҉."» Her voice was eerie and atonal. Terrifying.
«Maybe another time, how about that? Now I'm really, really in a hurry you know…» As useless as I supposed speaking was, I still tried to slip away with words. The grip on her wrist was so firm that I thought I would have to dislodge her fingers to free me.
However, luck was on my side. For no reason at all, the woman let me go. She did not stop staring at me, and her presence became so oppressive that it made me nauseous, but she left me time to run down the fire escape and head to the historic part of town.
My first stop was the Strangerville Information Center. Over time I learned that the smaller the town, the more accurate the information available about its history. It is easier to find an article dating back to the 1920s in a small town than in Los Angeles.
Getting myself a library card was relatively easy, and the woman at the counter proved to be incredibly polite despite my out-of-town appearance. A lady in her 40s, more than happy to see how not all young people rely on the Internet for their research.
I deliberately avoided saying that this research is to construct a case to be featured on my internet podcast, but I think it is one of those cases where it can be called a white omission. After several hours of sifting through old newspaper articles, I discovered that one of the possible leads was much more recent than I could have imagined.
“The Military arrives in StrangerVille! Residents rejoice as a new base opens after the one near the crater was suddenly shut down. The City Council welcomes the opportunity of new jobs for the struggling town.”
Before looking for new leads, it was time for me to chat with Strangerville residents about the sudden closure of the old military base. This could be a blunder, but my sixth sense dictates that I give this sinister turn of events a chance.
prologue | next
#roadside odditties#ts4 gameplay#sims 4#simblr#maxis match#strangerville#i'm italian please don't judge my english#ts4 story#sims story
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i jus had the scariest fucking 24 hours of my life. i lost my wallet during my flight and it had $500 cash in it, my debit/credit cards, my vaccine cards, a polaroid of yoongi, ETC ETC ….. was rushing to fix things and suddenly i get a call from the airline saying they found it and thE GUY EVEN PLAYED WITH ME SAYING THE CASH WAS MISSING (its not) 😭😭😭 could have won an award for how much i SOBBED last night when i got home from my flight and realized it was missing… i also filed so many lost/reports on it and kept using the polaroid of yoongi as my “unique identification” 😭😭😭 …. anyways onto writing part 2 for nonesense
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Indeed, we can only hope, even if it’s unlikely to happen. For all we know, this could’ve been inevitable, something fated to happen for whatever reason, or it is simply the inherent randomness of existence that caused her arrival. Who knows if she’ll ever return to where she came from. If she can, I’ll do what I can to help her take the journey home. If she can’t, then I shall do what I can to help acclimate her to our time. Either way, I see more than enough reason to aid her.
The distortion has fully closed by now, and thus Arezu is currently undergoing a medical examination, so we’ll see if there’s anything First Aid couldn’t handle or detect. I wouldn’t be surprised if she also is due to receive vaccines for various common illnesses, given her displacement in time would mean her immune system isn’t going to match ours. The doctors doing the examination are aware of how she is a faller from a space-time distortion, so they’ll know to account for that as well.
As for the avoidance of heavily processed food, that is understandable, so I’ll be sure to keep mostly to the farmer’s markets in my area and otherwise non-processed products for things like vegetables and fruits. I’ll also look into various other foods that shouldn’t be an issue as well, particularly for things like bread. I can and often do cook meals on my own anyways, so it’s mostly just adjusting what ingredients I’m using thankfully. I might have to also add some recipes she’d likely had in her original time, even if just so there’s something more familiar to her to eat.
In terms of what Malaki said, that doesn’t sound pleasant overall. I don’t exactly know what else to say, beyond hoping that things get better for Malaki and that I hope Arezu doesn’t have it as rough as he did, particularly with the issues with medications and modern foodstuffs since it sounds like he’s still got issues with both.
As a final note, I think it would be wise to get Arezu some form of modern ID, even if she can find a way home, because of how I anticipate her staying here for a while. Course, if that isn’t a good idea, as much as I don’t see why not to, then I’ll simply change the plans over that. I haven’t done anything more than think of it, so if you have any input to give, I’d appreciate the advice.
Getting Arezu tested for different common allergens would also likely be wise, so you can avoid things that may cause avoidable problems.
We definitely recommend getting an ID for her, in case she gets lost or any other issue arises. If she has any Pokémon with her presently, or you plan to get her one, a Trainer's card is obviously our recommendation.
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gonna clean my room bc I lost my covid vaccination card LOL I need to find it if I’m gonna get my booster but also I just need some rearranging done I need to redecorate my desk and clear a space to start practicing art again I just need to create
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mom doesn't know what vaccines i got as a child, who my pediatrician was, and also lost my vacc card. so im starting to get the vaccines you need as an adult now (VERY lucky nothing terrible has befallen me yet) and found out u can actually get this information retroactively from the gesundheitsamt. slay!
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issue, USA. 2023 early January, HDDs 3x locked and bought SSDs Patriot Elite Burst, installed new, and went on. mid June smth, also ThinkVision LCD pivot went down, had to improvise. recovered and back online. early November, ping of death, ISP awareness, not the STS RO of the SRI RO, but apparently the Internal affairs IA. ten days after the blackout, i managed buy NEW SSD less performance, reinstall WIN10PRO, lost 'facebook ability to logon, kept that onto LAPTOP only, cannot logon from NEW SSD of November. Facebook Albums are only seen by LAPTOP. Tmblr works, Instagram works, emails work well, Facebook wants only LAPTOP logon, telling me i was logging in using old password of June 2023. at least IT TELLS ME they saw me last time during mid June 2023. both or either accounts, 'steven bonin and 'shoemaker levy, same issue. 10 days after the event, i was using AX503 AllView locally assembled tablet of 2018, and suddenly addressed email to AllView, 2 years since cov19, 8mpx as minimum requirements needed to QR med file scanning of vaccines history so to allow access, if shopping and another cov19 risen environment. copied to Allen the Mayor. 48h later on JUMBO real event, minors pick pocketing or thieves of toys, nowadays FINGERPRINTED even if not yet 14 of age, merely 11 old. Law of Aug.2021 tells ID card also biometric, was only the Passport since 2010. Gendarmerie corps no longer sent to beat PAX (or gypsies), caught stealing and volunteers needed for jail, so beating them up, to filter and decide. nowadays fingerprinting 11 of age. so IT WAS internal affairs to knock my D13ROBRW offline during early November 2023, not ISP telecom derivatives. AllView contacted Germanos GSM stores Lawyers, and those fellas contacted Greek sisters at Bucharest, the Translations GRK-ROM office of Olympos Inc diary, competing MILK of Moldova, Asia. ladies sent out for JMB a cousin in law, bro of Ionel, we briefly talked t'was very poor weather and snowing heavily. i might buy a NEW GSM number, SET NEW Facebook and publish them to you, also email. and upload some of those Albums, AGAIN. like the 9th time again, becoming the 9th Facebook attempt since 2007-2008. m
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Damn it's actually the best time ever to lose a wallet
-i didn't have any cash in it bc no one uses cash any more, I don't get paid in cash anymore, and I'm always low-key scared of losing my wallet bc I'm ADHD even though I somehow haven't lost my wallet in like ten years
- I bought a new wallet that I like just as much as my old one if not more for $10
-i liked my old wallet bc I bought it from a fancy leather store back when spending $30 was a huge deal but it was covered in makeup bc I kept throwing it in my purse next to my leaky concealer so I didn't love that
-i replaced all my cards online and they should be coming any day now. In the meantime I've been able to use my digital wallet at most places
-my vax card was in it but no one cares about that anymore, I have a picture of it and will order a new one if I ever have to show proof of vaccination again
-i just ordered a replacement license and it only cost $11. I don't need it any sooner than whenever the fuck it gets here bc I don't drive anymore lol
-the only gift card I had in there had maybe $5 on it. I guess I'll cancel that just to be safe since idk maybe you can add more money on it
-my appointment reminder cards were randomly in my purse and not my wallet (also on my Google calendar lol)
Now I just have to chill and try to let go of the fact that I used it at one store and then immediately mysteriously lost it within a two block radius of my fucking house lmaooo 🤦
Anyway everything I ever worry about is almost always just fine. Everything I ever worry about is almost always just fine. Everything I ever worry about is almost always just fine. Everything I ever worry about
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DAY 52
This update is actually about day 51, since it's currently just a little over midnight.
I really need to get today off my chest in all its details because there is no one I can/want to tell about it. So this blog seems my best option. Just so it's a day that's recorded somewhere.
I spent the entire day with a friend of mine who doesn't live in Paris but comes here often. She is someone who has suffered and still suffers a lot, but she is truly one of the kindest and sweetest souls I know and I absolutely love her. We met up at around 10AM, so I woke up at 9AM feeling REALLY SHIT because I've been gettinbg very intense and almost constant vertigo from the brutal absence of antidepressants these past days, small side effects from the vaccine (feeling feverish, shortness of breath when making efforts), and a small cold due to the rapid switches in temperatures. All of this combined, taking into account the fact that I barely slept and not even well, gives... a very miserable me lol. Except I'd promised my friend I'd be there with her and there was no chance I was going to let her down.
So I started my day very tired and dizzy, knowing I was probably going to get home 14 hours later, although that meant being with someone I love, which I can only be very greatful for!
The cool things we did today are going to some sort of tiny... market? Like just people selling their stuff, and I found a cheap card game and those tablets you can use to draw (also very cheap). We also found some dolls we were looking for! We ate nice things at a restaurant, sat down for quite a while at Place d'Italie and laughed. My friend also went to get touch ups on her tattoo with an artist I'd seen before and she was honestly ever nicer than the first time we saw her (if that's even possible), the studio was actually inside her home and she let us play the music we wanted and we chatted about one of her tattoos (which I immediately recognized as being from one of my fav tattoo artists) and it was really cool!
So lots of good things you see. However, I feel the bad ones kind of dominated. This morning I get a text from my mom saying she cancelled her plans for the day (going to the movies and eating out). And then at some point early in the afternoon I get a message from her again saying she ended up getting out of bed because she'd met a guy on a dating app who had lost his wife to lung cancer around the same time as my mom and I lost my dad to lung cancer, and that he had a daughted living in London (thinking of it now, I want to see his daughter because life, what if she's my soulmate and we get married and shit okay sorry I'm totally insane). The point is it really hurt me to see that the only thing getting her out of bed was not the love my dad and I bear to her, all the fighting my dad's done and all the fighting I have done too, but just some random man she's never met and is just soooooo excited to meet and it's like the highlight of her day. It just hurts because I've been so incredibly sensitive about my dad lately like just writing the word dad could get me crying somehow.
Other bad thing that happened might seem shocking because why the hell would I consider this a bad moment, but at the restaurant with my friend I just started laughing hysterically over... I'm not quite sure what? I don't even remember? And it happened again later when we were sitting down in a park while watching some old memes I'd saved somewhere. But when I say hysterical laughter I don't mean like "hahaha I can't stop laughing this is funny", I mean like "I am laughing incredibly loudly and have zero control over my body right now and I am laughing so hard I am choking and actually very much in pain". Now that I think of it, it really felt like those couple of moments in my life I was so full of anger that I felt "out of my body" and just couldn't control anything anymore, except with laughter. I find it quite terrifying.
Then we saw a play that was possibly the best play I've seen in my entire life and it moved me so much I actually cried, but I still had to refrain from crying too much or too loudly in order not to have everyone mad at me or ruin my makeup, so it was just one more moment today having to keep my shit together. Also I had to get up like 10 times before the play started because people kept wanting to get to their seats, and then back to the toilet, and then back to their seats, and then they realized they had the wrong seat, and so on. Very annoying if you want my opinion. The play was still excellent though.
Then I realized I got a message from my ex landlady telling me that she hadn't replied to me earlier although she legally HAD to send me documents by a certain date, because she was busy with [blah blah insert personal life details I literally do not give a single fuck about] and she'd sent me a second email which is basically just some shitty screenshot that ""proves"" how much money I gave her so she would leave me the fuck alone except it proves absolutely nothing and does not confirm she will NEVER ask me for money ever again although she's already stolen thousands and thousands from me that my parents struggled to put aside and it got me so hysterical I became, well, hysterical in front of my friend, and then played it cool and acted like I wasn't going insane.
Then my friend and I sat down near the Eiffel Tower and we got a dozen illegal sellers in the span of 30 mins asking us over and over again if we wanted to buy their stuff, I even got a guy lying down next to me and telling me I was pretty and that I was in love with me although my friend and I kept asking him to kindly leave us alone, and then I got a guy selling roses shaking a rose right into my face while I was comfortable lying down watching the Eiffel Tower, and I just wonder, why the hell are people, especially men it seems, like this?!
And then I received a message from one of my mom's Internet friends whom she got into an argument with and blocked. Did not read the whole message but it was very overdramatic and all like "Adieu dear I shall never talk to you again" and I think that's literally SO fucking shitty of him to go and try to guiltrip a 18 year old girl into telling her mom to talk to him again, like I have my fucking mental struggles and enough shit to deal with, can't you just grow the fuck up (you're almost 50 years old) and leave me alone and deal with your own shit on your own instead of sending a lowkey cry of help to ME?
I again would love to insist on how tired, dizzy, feverish, mentally unstable, and just overall sick, I feel. Or I should say I AM.
All of this is real. I am not a lying. I am not a lier. I do not lie. I wish I could tell someone. I wish someone would listen. My uni best friend asked me how I was and I remained very vague. None of my other friends want to hear about my state. My mother is too fragile for me to tell her all of this without destroying her. My grandparents won't understand or won't be able to do much to help except perhaps guiltripping my mom into telling her she's not doing enough. My therapist listens and she's kind but she's very passive because of course this is my life but spending €50 for 45 minutes of me just saying "well I feel kind of bad" and her saying "okay" is literally so pointless, like why isn't she just giving me some words of affirmation?! She might not realize it but simply saying "I know your pain is real" would be fucking REVOLUTIONARY and instead all she tells me is "okay :)" and "oops, we're done with this session, it's time :)"... when I have made it clear that all I need is someone to say they believe me when I say I'm in pain. And she can't even tell me those words. Maybe because just like the others, she doesn't. Or she just doesn't understand my needs. Or both. I don't know. And let's not talk about doctors and psychiatrists who simply tell me I look "just fine" or refuse to listen to me when I say I have episodes that are NOT depressive episodes.
Right now I feel like I'm going through both (hypo)mania and depression. I am so incredibly sad and tired and I just want to rest in bed because I physically cannot keep up, and another part of me is motivated to try her very best to show excitement and joy and also believes in great things. Like two days ago I spent an hour staring at myself in a mirror and interviewing myself like I was a published author. And then today, as I said, I bought one of those tablets to draw because I'm like, secretly convinced I'll become a great tattoo artist, or the next great YA author with famous graphic novels, or I don't know.
I think as soon as my makeup is off I might bawl. I just want to sleep. Please let me rest.
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