#but Idr how far apart they were

[cerealmonster15]

I’m acting on a whim and posting some unfinished(?) fanfic stuff I wrote like a year ago. Part of my many branches of caterella aus that has vague reference to one of my rsa ocs (dañarte)… but with a cater/idia main plot with jamil/azul happening in he background. My blurbs ended in a bit of a sad spot BUT it was always the intention in my mind that there would be happy resolutions 🙏 these were just little things I wrote for my friend and me bc it was an au we talked about…

Context: idia and cater are bonding, but only online over magicam, and idia is kinda catfishing cater (though not maliciously). when i was trying to name my original rsa oc (char) and looking at names, eppa was one of my initial possible choices. It was maybe my friend who had the idea initially of idia having a fake, RSA princely identity that cater gets to know over magicam?

Eventually I picked char for my actual guy, and dañarte became his cousin via me making typos and more discord sillies lol, but prince eppa became a pseudonym for idia and created another branch for the story. I’ve talked a bit about the dañarte lore and some of that comes into play here. Char I guess would too but I don’t think he got mentioned anywhere lol sorry buddy. But ya idia is pretending to be a prince at rsa named eppa who “secretly likes video games” or whatever I think lol. Idia likes his bond with cater but can’t even begin to think of how cater would react if he found out idia was lying to him.

Anyway. This is more cater/idia (and board game boys friendship) focused than anything (lots of idia pov pining lol) and idk if anyone would wanna read it but I’m putting it here to record keep anyway. No ao3 Bc It’s very unedited and unfinished and just kinda blurb writing lol

But it’s the only time if technically written for caydia. And I do like it. It’s just embarrassing bc I get embarrassed with my oc things and my love for romance drama but i guess I’ve been exposing more of it lately lol… shout out to anyone who recognizes the fic I’m referencing that I DID post lol.

Anyway. Copy pasted from my Google docs:

Idia’s computer pinged as a message appeared on screen.

C.Dia - eppa, are u awake?

Idia looked at the clock, startled. It was 3AM… Idia was still up because he was grinding a new event in one of his many, many, many games, but what the heck was Cater Diamond doing up at this hour? Had he just gotten back from a party?

PrinceEppa: ya, why r u tho? It’s crazy late lol

C.Dia: lol ikr

C.Dia: i just cant sleep rn >.<

PrinceEppa: how come?

C.Dia: i got into a fight w/my bf again…

Idia sighed at his computer. Right… Cater’d started dating that prettyboy from RSA.

PrinceEppa: 0~0 thats like the third time this month…

C.Dia: ya ik ;-;

Idia fiddled with the strings on his hoodie. He didn’t really know if his heart could take hearing Cater talk about another guy, but the thought of Cater laying around sad and alone made him ache just as bad… But what was he supposed to say in times like these? Idia didn’t know anything about comforting someone about relationships! He barely talked to people in general!

Thankfully, Cater kept going and spared Idia the anguish of trying to figure out what to do next.

C.Dia: are u going to bed rn?

PrinceEppa: no lol ill be up for a while longer.

C.Dia: royalty keeps busy at all hours huh?

Idia tensed at the mention of his lies.

PrinceEppa: something like that. Balancing the princely duties and the princely gamer sessions is tough work 😌

C.Dia: LOL. never change eppa <3

His face grew warm, a bittersweet swelling filling his chest.

C.Dia: can u chat with me a lil longer then?

C.Dia: tell me about ur day or ur games or w/e? I kinda just want a distraction, i dont really wanna be alone rn

C.Dia: if ur not busy anyway >.< it’s oki if you wanna focus on ur gamer mode lololol

Idia paused for a moment, before moving his mouse and closing out of his game. The rest of the event grind could wait.

PrinceEppa: im never too busy for you, cay.

C.Dia: thx <3

Sometimes, even for the prince of otakus, there were more important things than gaming…

But only when those things were really, really, really special.

*

“I heard Cater and that RSA boyfriend of his broke up.” Azul spoke after several minutes of silently moving chess pieces around the board.

Idia frowned. “Don’t try and use that as a distraction from the game just because I’m winning.”

Azul kept his face neutral so as not to betray any bluff he might have. “Perish the thought. I just thought his sweet prince eppa would be interested in such information.”

“SHH!” Idia hissed. “Not so loud! Besides, I-I already know. He told me…”

Azul raised an eyebrow. “He told you, or he told Eppa?”

Idia focused on the chess piece he moved. “Same thing.”

Azul sighed as he took his own piece and contemplated his next move. “Hardly. Honestly, how can you ever expect to move your relationship forward if you don’t unmask yourself? All this bonding will be for nothing if you don’t use it to the full extent!”

Idia rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna hear it from you of all people. How long have you been saying you’re gonna ask Jamil out?”

It was Azul’s turn to shush Idia, face reddening. “How is that even relevant?!”

Idia grinned. “Cuz you keep going on and on to me about how I should be more confident with Cater, but you won’t even take the plunge with Jamil! Hypocrisy much?”

“I’m simply waiting for the right time. I would be a fool if I didn’t stick with my patient strategy of getting him to warm up to me before striking! Move too early, and I’ll undo all my progress…”

Idia sighed, thinking back to all the hours he’d spent DMing Cater under a fake name. They’d gotten quite close, but as far as Cater knew, Idia was still that vague acquaintance in the back of his classes.

If he messed up by telling him his identity at the wrong moment, or didn’t phrase it right…

“Lost progress… that’s exactly what I’m afraid of…”

*

“Idia!” Cater’s cheerful voice called out as he approached the lecture hall desks. “You’re in person again today; that’s three for three this week!” He spoke with a smile as he slid into the seat next to Idia.

Idia jumped at the sudden appearance of his classmate. “O-oh, uh, yeah…”

“Oh, B-T-W, did you hear that Azul and Jamil were on a date Friday night?” Cater said in a half-whisper, leaning close to Idia’s ear.

“Uhh…” Idia didn’t really know how to answer that. Sure, he knew Azul had some overly complicated date-but-not-a-date plan to get Jamil to hang out with him, and then ask him out for real, but how did Cater hear about…?

“I was hangin’ out with the pop music club on Friday when Ruggie texted Kalim that he was serving their table! Isn’t that just crazy?”

Ah. Kalim and Ruggie. That explained it all.

“I mean, I always wondered if those two had something goin’ on, y’know? Like, they had that ‘will they, wont they, playing hard to get’ kind of vibe. Super cute, if you ask me.”

Idia wasn’t really sure that ‘cute’ was a good way to describe anything those two were involved in, but he simply nodded his head along to Cater’s blathering, as he discreetly pulled his phone out of his pocket and switched to his Prince Eppa magicam account, reading the messages from that morning.

PrinceEppa: howre u feeling?

C.Dia: like total trash lol…..

C.Dia: ik he was a jerk but like i miss him, yknow??

C.Dia: or maybe i just miss having someone there. And its almost valentines day lol. Shit timing amirite?

PrinceEppa: that really does suck… im sorry, cater.

C.Dia: thanks, it’s oki tho. Better to get it overwith lol

C.Dia: i really dont wanna get out of bed or go to class…

PrinceEppa: mood

PrinceEppa: u really should tho. Ik it’s hard but itll feel worse if u stay there all alone

C.Dia: urk. Idk if i have the energy to be around people today

PrinceEppa: tbh i get that… i dont rlly wanna go face people either today…

PrinceEppa: how about we try it together?

C.Dia: i wish u went to my school so we really could go to class together <3

C.Dia: but oki. I'll try, for you :)

PrinceEppa: :)

If Cater really was feeling as bad as he felt, he was pretty good at hiding it with that blinding smile and bubbly laughter.

Sure, Idia’s first instinct would be to immediately enable anyone that wanted to spend the day hiding in bed, but… The thought of Cater lying alone in the dark with his thoughts just made Idia sad.

And, if he did that, Idia wouldn’t get to see him in class today…

“Oooh, do you think Azul and Jamil are gonna go out again on Valentine’s day?”

That depends on what Jamil answered on Azul’s questionnaire, Idia thought to himself. He was sure he’d get a full report from Azul later that day at their next club meeting.

Cater sighed. “Another Valentine’s day, and Cay-Cay’s single yet again!” He smiled, but Idia felt that his eyes weren’t lit as bright as they normally were as he spoke. “But, I’m sure some of the boys at Heartslabyul will be hangin’ around like always. It’s never lonely when you live with friends!” He turned to face Idia again. “What about you, Idia? Any steamy plans for Valentine’s day?”

“U-uh…” Idia started fiddling with his hair. It was now or never. ‘A-Actually, Cater… M-my dorm, Ignihyde, we’re h-hosting a movie night that night… Y’know, ‘cause a lot of us don’t really have plans for Valentine’s day and don’t wanna be sulking alone…” He swallowed a lump in his throat and took a deep breath. “...Y-you can come join, i-if you want…?”

Cater blinked a few times, a look of surprise on his face, before breaking into a smile and giving Idia’s arm a small squeeze of a hug. “OMG, movie night at Ignihyde?! I hear you guys have like, the sickest setup! That sounds great; count me in!”

Idia breathed a sigh of relief as the professor began class.

A few seconds in, his phone quietly vibrated as a single message came through. Idia glanced at it from down in his jacket pocket.

C.Dia: a rlly sweet guy in my class just invited me to hang out w/him and his dormmates on valentines day

C.Dia: u were right about getting out of bed. i think ill be okay today ^.^

***

“Hey, Idia…” Cater put his phone down, magicam abandoned where he’d paused on a video of a turtle swimming around an aquarium. “We’ve gotten a bit closer lately, huh?”

Idia paused the game he had up on his tablet. “H-huh? Oh, uh, y-yeah…”

“So, uh,” Cater played with a strand of his hair. “Do you mind if I talk to you about something a little… personal?”

Idia froze. Abort mission, find an escape route, he was not a high enough level for this kind of topic yet! Maybe Eppa was, but Idia!?

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to just say no when Cater was looking at him with those soft green eyes.

“S-sure…”

“Thanks! Y’know, you’re really sweet, and like, such a good listener…”

Idia hoped the redness of his face was hidden behind the flames of his hair that flickered in every direction.

“And I’ve just been feeling so… confused lately, about where my heart’s at. My feelings feel like they’re being pulled in so many different directions!”

Idia could feel his heart hammering in his chest.

Cater sighed, laying his head down on the table. “My ex asked me on a date today. He wants me to give him another chance.”

The burning sensation from Idia’s insides made a 180 as he felt his blood go cold. This was the last thing he wanted to hear his normie crush come and tell him without warning…

“And the craziest part? I said I’d think about it.”

Oh god.

“I know that’s like, totally insane after everything that happened, but… I dunno, seeing him around now that he goes to school here just has my head all scrambled!” He picked his head up from the table, opened his phone again, and gave the turtle video a like before standing back up suddenly. “Gosh, sorry, I don’t know why I just came over here and dumped that on you, Idia. I guess I just find you so easy to talk to, I get a little carried away!” He said with a nervous laugh.

Lucky Idia.

“But, don’t worry about it. I’ll figure things out for myself. It’ll be A-okay!” Cater gave an unconvincing thumbs up before turning to leave.

Super lucky.

*

“Azul, today might actually be the worst day of my life.” Idia said as he dragged himself into the clubroom and plopped down in the seat across from Azul in their usual spot.

“...Hm? Oh, hello, Idia.” Azul looked up from his phone. “I believe you said the same thing when you came in here to lament about Cater getting together with his… boyfriend, a while back.” Azul seemed tense at the very concept of Danarte. He hadn’t exactly been a fan of the guy since he transferred to not just NRC, but into Scarabia specifically, where he’d made a point to hover around Kalim and Jamil as much as possible.

“I mean, it’s basically the same level of despair. Cater just told me Danarte not only asked him out, but that he’s considering it!” Idia dropped his head facedown onto the table in sorrow. “Like, how could I lose to the same guy twice!? Ugh, honestly, there’s no one as pathetic as me. I am having the WORST time, and NO ONE could possibly understand the agony I’m in right now!”

Azul chuckled, his tone solemn and hollow. “I’ll do you one better. Jamil broke up with me today.”

Wait, what?

Idia’s head shot up as he squinted at Azul, who was gazing sadly at his phone again. “Huh!? Wh- Huh!? What happened?”

Azul sighed. “We had another fight- and I mean, you know how we are. We have our differences, our disagreements, and the two of us can be a bit… stubborn at times. But we always figure it out! We were doing so well… At least, I thought we were.” Azul rested his chin in his hands. “But I suppose Jamil didn’t feel that way. He said he’d had enough of the relationship. Enough of me.”

Azul bowed his head to stare down at the table.

Idia wondered if he was trying not to cry. He looked out the window, both out of respect, and also because it felt kind of awkward to stare at his friend who was clearly just barely holding it together after getting dumped.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, when it was clear neither of them wanted to discuss their woes anymore, Idia spoke. “Uh, wanna play the VR headset boardgames today? Now’s kinda the perfect time to… Escape reality, right?”

Azul lifted his gaze to Idia. “...You just want to make me use the virtual dice again because you know I can’t use my perfected dice strategy on them, don’t you?” He straightened his posture, standing up to get the headsets. “I’ll have you know I won’t let your silly game of virtual chance best me today!”

Oh thank god that worked. Idia didn’t think either of them could handle any more emotions for the day, so he stood up and followed Azul with a grin. “Hehe, we’ll see about that, Azul.”

#cereal writes #ocs #oc: dañarte #kind of. he’s not here but he’s involved #uhhh I’m not putting my mess in the main tags #ur allowed to rb or whatever I just dhfbgbgbg I can’t put this in the tags #it’s by will of god if u see it. or if you happen to be looking on my blog for things I guess LOL #I wrote these bits spaced out over time too #each chunk was as I had a later idea and it was in order as I went #but Idr how far apart they were #last time was apparently sept last year #anyway the point was cater and idia could be a lil more real with each other online #cater a bit more open about his melancholy #and idia more encouraging and then #pushing himself to be in person more both motivated by cay to see him #and bc their convos make him wanna be better or whatever idk #sorry the jamiazu bits may not make sense if you haven’t done the prerequisite reading LOL it’s not a big deal tho

[mtreebeardiles]

WIP...Almost Wednesday?

I think I got tagged in a WIP thing, but my writing has been so sporadic lately and idr what it was so...

Here's tiny tidbit from Stardew Effect, which I hope I have ready for posting sometime this week

There were many things Everett Shepard tried to forget.

Things his thoughts shied away from, things he found hard to face, even in the relative safety of his therapist's office back in Zuzu City. Broken bones and blood and bullets; that numb, detached calm that would settle over him when fear threatened to overwhelm. The stench of burning flesh; the screams and moans of the dead and dying. Streets pockmarked with the smoldering remains of bombshells dropped with impunity, the choke of dust gritting the air, gritting his lungs. Nightmarish things, the cruel realities of war, hard lessons carved so deep he knew he'd never truly be free of them no matter how hard and far he ran. 

Some things were indelible. Permanent. Things he had to learn to live with. 

But some of those things, at least, had been worth it -- under the right circumstances.

Things like instinct, a sharpness of the mind, of his senses, to look chaos in the eye and track the best path forward. And as those shadowy roots slithered over him, over Kaidan, trying to pull them apart and drag Kaidan away, Everett didn't hesitate. 

He reached out, ripped at them, feeling the echo of their thorns in his physical body as his hands kept a tight grip on Kaidan's. It was nauseating, this sense of duality, his awareness torn between the real and whatever the fuck this was, this nothing-place, too big and too much and he knew on some level that it'd be so, so easy to get lost there. 

He clenched at Kaidan's hands, grimaced when the other man finally squeezed back, hard, bones creaking and that was good, that was right, anchoring and he wasn't going to--

-- let --

--go--

"--let him go!"

More vines, green, growing, glowing things, tendrils curling from his arms to Kaidan's and he wasn't sure if it was real or not -- but they weren't those vines, those sharp and twisting things trying to pull Kaidan down, down, down, they were his and he just had to --

--had to--

"--Kaidan…"

He didn't know what to do, but the answer sure as shit wasn't "nothing."

#WIP #my writing #stardew effect #i did wind up locking my ao3 stories since this AI shit aint going away so sorry about that :/ #everett shepard #everett x kaidan

[inquisimer]

song lyric prompt: "number one, tell me who you think you are // you got some nerve trying to tear my faith apart" > I'd love to see this for Cassandra or Anders if possible!

Cassandra or Anders Cassandra AND Anders

thank you for this, this song is particularly good angst material

((sorry if that album art is obnoxiously large idr tumblr doing that))

for @dadrunkwriting

~~~

Even with the advance warning, she has to physically restrain herself from lunging at him when they arrive. The apostate trails behind the Champion like a kicked puppy, but he won’t find any sympathy among the advisors. The war room hums with the tension rolling off both her and the Commander and Leliana’s stoic façade is especially icy today. Even Josephine, who had a warm welcome for even the most bigoted Orlesian, was carefully neutral in her position behind the table.

It is only Cassandra’s utmost regard for the Inquisitor that keeps her firmly in place and she expects it is the same for at least Cullen, if not all of the advisors. They are all aware that Neria has history with Anders, both good and bad, although they’re not all privy to the specifics. Cassandra knows more than most, between her interrogations of both Varric and the Inquisitor, and she suspects that Leliana knows more than any of them, by virtue of being Leliana.

There’s definite distance between both the mages now. Put there purposefully, if the sidelong glances the apostate is sending Neria are any indication. That is certainly not the case with Mari Hawke, who is standing less than a breath away from Anders. Her gaze is canny and cold, as if she expects everyone in the room to attack at any given moment. Which is fair, Cassandra supposes. They are heavily armored and armed, both with swords and righteous anger. The Champion is wearing the armor that marks her as such and she looks all the more imposing for it, regardless of the way her hand rests almost casually on a dagger, ready to strike.

The apostate doesn’t deserve such fine bodyguards, Cassandra thinks.

The Inquisitor tugs on the end of her braid and meets each of their eyes in turn, assessing, calculating, waiting until each breaks the gaze before moving on to the next.

“Right then,” she says, and her voice is steel, but with a weary undercurrent. “Who wants to go first?”

Cullen must have been briefed earlier—the benefits of sleeping with the boss. He launches into a clearly rehearsed tirade, the focus of which is the chaos that overtook Kirkwall in the wake of the Chantry explosion, the people that were displaced, how they turned to crime as a result, the unintended consequences of Anders’ poor discretion. Cassandra tunes out the specific words but she can hear the meaning in them: why why why there had to be a better way.

She expects the apostate to rise up, as the fires and destruction had, to defend his actions. To her surprise, he simply cowers in the shadows of the Champion and the Inquisitor and took the verbal lashing, shrinking further with each accusation.

Cullen eventually runs out of steam and everyone is obviously trying not to look at her. It’s no surprise—her vitriol over what happened in Kirkwall and the mayhem that followed is well known. Somehow, however, she can’t find the anger that had propelled her so far. Instead, her voice is rather broken when she finally manages to speak.

“Why?” she asks. “Where did you—the audacity—the idea—”

She breaks off, coughing to disguise the sob. The emotions, the unacknowledged loss rise up in her chest and choke off her speech. He’d desecrated a Chantry, the place where people go to pray, to bare their hearts, to seek guidance, to promise that they trust the Maker’s plan. She can’t even explain the cracks he put in her faith. She wonders, usually late at night but also right now, if those cracks are the reason she had the strength to leave the Seekers and pursue the Inquisition. It is a frightening thought.

“My faith is what sustains me,” she finally settles on. “It is a hard path, but one I have chosen to walk. What you did—regardless of what message you intended to send—I saw an attack against my faith. Who knows how many more without the priveledge to be here felt the same? Do you—my faith—”

“Our faith.” The apostate speaks for the first time. His voice is gravelly and rough from disuse, but he is steadfast nonetheless. Cassandra gapes at his claim.

“Our faith?” Her fist clenches at her side and she spits the words with as much venom as she can muster. “A true Andrastian would never have done what you did!”

“No?” he challenges. “What do you think I was taught in the Circle then? Ask your Inquisitor—they certainly weren’t teaching Dalish beliefs.”

Neria pointedly meets Cassandra’s eyes. Hers are as endless as the ocean, not impassioned, not pleading, not questioning. As calm as the sea on a summer’s day. It speaks to the window dressing she’s doing, because the Seeker has never known their Inquisitor to be indifferent about anything.

“How—” Cassandra tries again. “If you are Andrastian, how could you destroy such a place of faith? And all the faithful within?”

“The Kirkwall Chantry hardly took in the truly needy,” said Anders with a muted sneer. “Where once a terrible fire swept the Light of redemption from the face of the world. Even the Chant shows that sometimes violence is necessary to bring about needed change.”

“There must have been another way!” she cried, stepping forward so she pressed against the wood of the table. Both Hawke and the Inquisitor stepped, almost instinctively, to form a shield in front of the apostate. Cassandra bared her teeth at them, despite the appearances, despite how she might regret such a display later. This man claimed to harbor Justice? Let him prove it, then, and seek Justice for himself.

She would deliver the blow herself.

#dadwc #my writing #this song actually lives rent free in my solavellan playlist #but this was a fun take on it!! #and by fun i mean painful #dai #dragon age #cassandra pentaghast #anders

[walkingwords]

The effectiveness of public transport provision in Indonesia.

As the 4th most populated country in the world, Indonesia’s traffic is definitely crammed most of the time, especially in Java Island where more than 100 million people inhabit the island only the size of Alabama. Public transportation such as trains, buses, and minibuses are provided by the government, and since the start of incumbent president Joko Widodo’s leadership, the government is able to enhance the public transportation facilities, especially with the provision of MRT in the capital city Jakarta. It has been one of the main focuses of the cabinet to develop comfortable public transport facilities that were left far behind from neighbouring countries. Despite all means done, it is still undeniable that the current public transportation is unable to provide the population the most comfortable alternative on getting to workplaces, heading out for a dinner, attending an appointment, and other habitual concerns. Nevertheless, it is also obvious that some aspects regarding the provision of public transport in Indonesia can be considered superior when compared with neighbouring countries. 

Commuting by public transportation is really cheap, with buses called Transjakarta rides at only 3,000 IDR (0.15 GBP) and MRT rides up to 10,000 IDR (0.50 GBP). Specialised roads for bus rides, called “busway”, are also provided by the government to ease access and avoid traffic congestion. It is available in various cities such as Jakarta, Bogor, Solo, Jogjakarta, Bandung, Palembang, Semarang, Pekanbaru, Denpasar, Padang and Makassar. Train stations also have complete facilities to compliment passengers’ needs, although conservative train stations and the train itself are not equipped with proper standards. With MRT services available since 2019, it helps numerous people in travelling within the city, especially for those who do a lot of activities in Central and South Jakarta. In the case of travelling off the city, the government is also building a high speed train track from Jakarta to Bandung which will only take 50 minutes, which is only one-third of the time taken when travelling by car. In short, Indonesia’s government has established a more modern and accommodating public transport system, shown with the progress of the facilities and the increasing variety of public transportations.

In addition, using public transport also helps in protecting the environment by reducing pollution, as one vehicle can fit many passengers, while private vehicles such as motorcycles or cars would only fit a few people, contributing to the increase of air and noise pollution rate in an already polluted city. Apart from Transjakarta, the government also provides a free minibus in Jakarta called JAKLINGKO where passengers can ride for free. The establishment of JAKLINGKO provides job opportunities for drivers as they are employed by the government, which implies that it is a more formal, more future-supportive for low-classes, as well as creating a better-arranged system. The alternative employment is much better compared to the former minibus system where drivers receive money from passengers to be deposited and receive limited allowance instead. 

However, despite some measures attempted by the government as well as a series of benefits of turning to public transport as an alternative, Indonesians still prefer using private vehicles such as motorcycles and cars to transport from one place to another, as they feel that using public transportation consumes more time, especially those who live in suburbs where there are really few stops or stations. During rush hour, buses and trains are also extremely packed with people and the risk of being pickpocketed is high. Although there is no specified data regarding how much crimes have happened within a year, a data was released by the Indonesian National Police that in 2018 there were nearly 2,000 theft cases that were being reported, whereas a large percentage of victims didn’t bother themselves to make a report to the police and place themselves in a further complicated situation. Apart from pickpocketing, another important type of crimes frequently happening in public transportation includes sexual harassment and assault. In 2019, The Safe Public Space Coalition, domestically called KRPA, released a survey result that 46.8% of the sample have experienced sexual harassment on public transport, on which 29.5% among them experienced it in angkot, a traditional minibus transport within the city that is not funded by the government, but is run and managed by private sectors. This serves as one of the main reasons individuals feel no security on taking public transport services and strive to purchase themselves motorcycles or cars, especially due to the fact that down payments for vehicles are affordable, supported by the cheap price of parking and fuel price, at only 2,000 IDR (0.10 GBP) for informal parking space and 10,000 IDR/litre (0.50 GBP) for subsidised fuel price. 

Another possible problem on why public transport facilities in Indonesia are crucial to be developed further is the typical Indonesian reckless driving style. These customs are truly dangerous to all parties, especially innocent passengers who may have to be injured. A data released by the Traffic Corps Department of the Indonesian National Police (Korlantas Polri) states that only a week prior to the 2015 Eid-al Fitr which is the earlier two official holidays celebrated within Islam, there were as much as 249 accidents involving buses which facilitates the celebrating Muslims in returning to their hometown, and 148 accidents prior to the 2016 Eid-al Fitr. Not only that, The Head of The Greater Jakarta Metropolitan Region of the Indonesian National Police (Polda Metro Jaya) had released a statement by the end of 2021, showing the details of traffic accidents happening throughout 2021, which was around 7968 accidents, where 508 of the total involved Transjakarta. Such accidents may even take away innocent lives due to the huge size of buses. Drivers frequently use foolish excuses while they are actually taking those risks due to their lack of empathy and concern towards passengers’ safety, especially in some cases of informal buses formerly called Kopaja, in which two different bus drivers speeding up to reach some waiting passengers the fastest is a selfish and ignorant trait that should not be developed not only on public transport drivers but also throughout the society.

Eventually we came to a point that the public transportation in Indonesia has not been as effective as it is shown that there are still so many private vehicles such as motorcycles and cars wandering the roads of Indonesia, which is mostly caused by the affordable down payment and operational cost of private vehicles. The advantages discussed earlier are mostly the advantages of public transport in all countries, such as reducing pollution and protecting the environment and available MRT services which are rapid as shown by the name itself, while only very few aspects that positively distinct public transport in Indonesia, making it eminent. Therefore, the provision of public transport in Indonesia is not really effective in such a way that a large percentage of the society still prefer to commute with their own vehicles rather than alternating to public transport as a method of transportation, especially there so many Indonesians living in the suburbs where stops and stations for public transport are scarce. 

By : Gilbert and Justin

#transportation #indonesia #argumentative

[roylustang]

extremely not-well-remembered vent post about something that happened when I was like 8 under the cut

I suddenly remembered this happened to me and it keeps popping up in my head and I want to get it out or something idk

so I was at the summer day-camp version of the latchkey program of my elementary school one day and we were all playing in the gym like recess-style free time. I remember I walked up to a group of kids and asked if I could play with them (idr what they were doing) and they straight up said ‘no’. I was like kind of shocked and i don’t remember what my exact reaction was but it was probably along the lines of ‘well I don’t want to play with a bunch of assholes anyway’ kind of thing. So I just walked away and started playing some game with my main group of friends at the time.

Then another girl came up to our group and asked if she could play with us. I don’t remember what our reason was but we also told her no. The reason could’ve been anything from that I was still feeling petty from what just happened to me to she just couldn’t play with us right this moment because we were in the middle of a round of whatever game we were playing I literally do not remember. But then she snitched on us for not letting her join.

So naturally the adult in charge came and basically put us in a time out and we all had to sit really far apart from each other on the bleachers. I was sitting on the farthest end of the bleachers. When the time was up I saw her go to my friend on the other side of the bleachers and she talked to her for a minute and then let her go, and then she did that with my two other friends but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I assumed she was just lecturing them about exclusion and whatever and then letting them go. So when she got to me I was prepared for a mini lecture and then to be let go.

But instead she sat down next to me and asked me some version of the question “What would you do/How would you feel if you were excluded from something?” and my dumb 8-year-old ass didn’t realize she was looking for a Specific Answer. Instead, my brain went “oh I know exactly what I would do because /this literally happened to me 30 minutes ago/” and I thought she wanted like, honesty, because usually adults want you to be honest so I straight up said ‘I would be sad but I would go find other people to play with’ because that’s exactly what I did. And then she kept me in time out for even longer because that wasn’t the answer she was looking for and then I realized immediately what she wanted from me. Also i was embarrassed because I was the only one of my friends that apparently got that answer wrong. 

After I told her the Right Answer and got out of time out I was so fucking mad at everybody. I was mad at those kids who excluded me for not getting in trouble for it, I was mad at myself for not snitching on /them/ lol and also not realizing there was a Right Answer i had to give, I was mad that that girl snitched on us and then fucking went and played with other people anyway and I had to watch her do that while I was in time out like bitch?? what was the point even, and I was mad that I was so blatantly punished for telling the truth. 

thats all

#jessica if u happen to see this i think u were there lmk if u remember this #anyway this was like the greatest injustice of my childhood lol #maddie’s misadventures

[isobel-thorm]

WIP Friday

Tagged by @geronimo-11 @raisinghellinotherworlds (or was that acknowledging I tagged you, idr) @chyrstis

Double header for Robb/Robb Adjacent Nonsense bc I finally have another holiday fic on the burner after two years, and well, insert that “dropping your OC into a more important canon situation than they should be in” post here, which also means there’s a WIP that has spoilers for the new episode of the Mandalorian soooo ye have been warned. 

For Holiday Fake Dating Nonsense:

“So let me get this straight,” Cobb mused,shoving himself into the space between the car door and seat so he could sprawl out. “So your Ma has a whole Christmas to-do, everybody is taken but you so you recruited me to be your fake beau…”

“What’s there to not get?” Raza asked. 

Cobb jabbed his finger towards the backseat as an answer, where Din was currently trying to tug the seatbelt that his son was apparently trying to eat out of his mouth. “Why you make a big deal about how important it is to not be single for this, then bring our only other single friend to this thing as a guest after complaining about how bad being single is in front of him.”

Din made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat. 

“I couldn’t let him mope around his apartment all alone while texting us he’s fine if we checked in, it’s Christmas! No one deserves to be alone right now. Call him my charity case for this year.”

“Hey!” Din protested. 

Cobb grimaced. “She’s got a point though, Bud.” He was only vaguely surprised when Din cuffed him around the back of the head. 

Din mumbled something under his breath, and Cobb grinned and opened his mouth to ask him what he hadn’t heard, because the child beat him to it.

“Ass!” He repeated. 

“HEY!” all three adults called. 

A follow up to Chapter 14 / A ‘Mando’s Friend’s Squad Assemble’ take

Cobb drew his own guns on them to even out the score. “Now, this place has seen enough bloodshed. I ain’t keen on making it see more, so how about one of you start talking so we can end this little standoff.” 

The man wearing Din’s armor jolted at that, and Raza all but slammed her foot down into his chest to keep him there, earning a grunt. 

The hunter’s finger twitched on the trigger.  “I’m not over-eager to end this violently either.” He turned his attention back to Raza. “I know that saber,” the hunter from earlier pointed out. “I... was not to fond of its previous owner. Can’t say I don’t like the implications as to why he doesn’t have it. But I know it would take a lot for him to surrender it, so it looks like we’re all thieves.” 

Raza snarled at that and all but slammed her foot into the stranger’s chest to keep him pinned when she swung her arm to point the lightsaber at him. “Why don’t you come over here and see how well a thief uses it, then.” 

“Enough, stop it, all of you,” the man wearing the Mandalorian’s armor murmured from his spot on the ground- though it sounded exactly like the man himself. 

It was enough that Raza immediately took her foot off of him and retracted the saber’s blade. “... Din?”

“It’s me,” the man confirmed, though he sounded winded- far too winded from just getting thrown against the wall, based on his track record. She all but dropped to her knees in order to help him up, careful to go as slow as possible. 

Cobb, who had barely heard the response but recognized him all the same, immediately went to his side to help him, still perfectly aware of the two witnesses still training their weapons on them, though the energy in the room had shifted. Once Din was all the way to his feet he let go, only to bolt forward when Din nearly toppled over again  “Kriff, Mando, we got a message from Peli, she said she got a signal that the Crest got destroyed. We thought you were dead, what the Hell happ...” he realized just what was wrong with the scene, and his heart sunk. “... … Where’s the kid?” the answering silence was deafening.  

Raza frowned and scanned the room quickly, then came to the same realization he had. Her grip tightened on him, but at least it wasn’t with violent intent. It was gentle, caring. It was enough to get the other two to finally holster their weapons. 

“He took him,” Din croaked. “Gideon took him.”

#pt 2 a summary: the mutual 'my dad tried to kill your dad' is gonna make group trips awkward

[kimetsu-no-reader]

your writing is a miracle! they are so breathtaking... can I get a sad request "do you hate me?" for Gyomei. thank you!!

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Also PSA to everyone SEND ME MORE GYOMEI ASKS THANKS

Gyomei Himejima

You had known Gyomei for a long time; you two were childhood friends.

He’d always been a large man, and a gentle soul. It was something you’ve always admired about him, how he can be so kind to people despite his anxieties.

But this.

This was not something Gyomei was capable of doing, and you knew it.

He was far too kind for this sort of situation.

Your master had explained to you what had happened with Gyomei, and to say you were shocked was definitely undercutting it.

There had to be some sort of mistake.

Just as you were beginning to freak out about the whole situation, Ubuyashiki calmly reassured you that he’d already pleaded his case and gotten him released from prison.

“Do not worry, my child-” He softly patted your head, his voice sending a wave of calmness over you. “He is no longer in any danger. If you’d like to see him, he’s resting in the room down the hall.”

“Thank you, Oyakata-sama.” You bowed to him respectfully, quickly making your way to the aforementioned room.

It felt like your heart was beating out of your chest as your feet made soft thuds on the tatami flooring. You hadn’t seen Gyomei in several years, and the first time you’d be seeing him would be shortly after he’s released from prison.

After being accused of 7 counts of murder.

You were in front of his door, and your hands were shaking relentlessly. It felt like your knees were going to give out on you at any moment.

Before your hand could reach the small latch to open it, the door slid began to slide open slowly.

You looked down timidly at the floor, retracting your hand from the sliding door. You bit the inside of your lip as you looked up, eyes met with the broken down face of your childhood friend.

You could tell he had been crying long before you arrived, something that broke your heart everytime you saw it.

“Gyomei...” You mumbled at the sight of him, feeling your chest ache. He looked so torn up, and it was tearing you to pieces to see him like this.

He was mildly shocked to hear your voice at the door, your name coming out of his mouth almost like a question.

The sound of his voice made you quickly embrace him, making the towering man stumble slightly at the action.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, puzzled by your presence. You were the last person he expected to be here; although he knew you were in the Demon Slayer Corps.

You just hugged him tighter at his question, pressing your face into the lower part of his chest.

“Gyomei-san..” You spoke softly, your pressing your face into the lower half of his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

Your sudden apology made him tilt his head slightly in confusion, placing one of his hands on top of your head.

You continued to mumble apologies under your breath as your body began to tremble under his touch. You felt so terrible that all of this happened to him; he was the last person who deserved it.

“You don’t hate me, do you?” You choked out, fighting back tears as you spoke.

You felt Gyomei grip you tightly, tight enough to take your breath away momentarily.

“Oh... Dear, no. I could never hate you,” He paused, loosening his grip on you slightly as he realized he was suffocating you. “Despite the time we’ve spent apart, I’m glad to see you here.”

You felt the tears escape your eyes, dampening Gyomei’s yukata.

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu-no-reader #reader #reader insert #insert #gyomei #himejima #gyomei himejima #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #himejime x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #oyakata-sama #demon slayer corps #pillar #hashira

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #314

“as above, so below  /  what you reap is what you sow  /  what you give comes back threefold  /  as above, so below”

What do you do for work? I'm currently unemployed. I only get paid now and again to do pictures for people. What would you ideally like to do for work? I'd love if I could just be a photographer. What are you doing in order to achieve this? Practice and shoving my extreme discomfort about it aside and trying to promote myself where possible and not in an overbearing manner. What do you think is the worst being on the planet? "Rapists, pedophiles, abusive people in general." <<<< This. Anyone who disrespects the existence of other and equal people. Have you ever been arrested? If so, what for? No. How big an age gap is between you and your siblings? My immediate sisters and I are two years apart. My half-siblings, I don't know. I don't have their ages memorized, but I do know 5+ years, some even 10. Do/did your siblings cause trouble? Not really, we were good kids. What's your dream vehicle? I don't really have one. Are you good at taking care of your finances? What finances? And I don't mean that happily. What's your favorite comic strip? I don't have one. How many people have you texted today? Zero. Someone cheats. Second chance? Nope, byyyyeeeee. Thoughts on kids? Clay that I'm not playing with. Are you a risk taker? No. What are you listening to? I'm currently going through a phase of playing The Evil Within 2's theme nonstop, jc. Is/Was your high schools dress code strict? Not like, mega strict, but it still was overboard. No spaghetti strap shirts, and I even once got in trouble for wearing a floral mesh shirt, despite having a normal tanktop underneath it. It was weird, like no one had ever had a problem with it before, it was just this one teacher that I passed in the hall. Who was the last person to request you on a social media network - and did you accept? Someone I didn't know, so obviously not. Who was the last person’s vehicle that you rode in? Mom's. Who was the last person to make you laugh or smile, and why? Another current obsession of mine: John Wolfe, another let's player who I think is super funny. He said something that made me snicker before I turned on music and started this. Who was the last person that you took a photo with? My half-sister while she was visiting. Who was the last person to pay you a compliment, and what did they say? In group therapy the other day, one of the other women told me that even if I don't believe it, I bring so much positivity to group and she was really happy to be there while I am. I was so so super flustered but flattered, too. Who’s the last person that you visited in the hospital? My mom, following her surgery. Who is the last person that you lent money to? Actually today to Mom. What was the last food that you ate? I warmed up a burger for dinner. What did the last pair of footwear that you wore look like? They're just black flipflops. What was the last kind of bread that you ate? Just plain white bread. What was the last app that you downloaded to your phone? Oh wow, I never do this. I want to say it was a game for my niece. When was your last work shift? I haven't worked in a long time, so idk. When is the last time that you had trouble falling asleep? This is literally every single night. When was the last time you saw a significant other? I ain't got one'a those. When’s the last time that you took a risk? What was the risk? Well, I did say I'm not a risk-taker... Where was the last place that you went on vacation to? You know, how long does it have to be to be considered a "vacation?" I would say not since I went to the beach with an old friend, but it was literally a day. Where was the last place you got lost? uhhhhhhh Why did your last relationship fail? We need to work on ourselves before we could properly support each other and stay in a healthy mindset. Why did you leave your last job? I couldn't handle the stress of serving people and having so many responsibilities at once. How long has it been since you last visited a doctor? How about a dentist? I literally went to the doctor today because I had a follow-up appointment about my weight gain again. I haven't been to the dentist in a few months; I had a normal cleaning my last visit. How big was the last fish you caught? Oh boy, this is stretching years back. It was probably something small, idr at all. Give me the first initial of your last name? D. Something in your home that’s on its last leg(s)? We just moved here, so nothing that's a part of the house itself. As far as items we actually own, idk. Where do you purchase most of your clothes? I haven't gotten new clothes in so long, idk. I would probably say Hot Topic. Describe your skincare routine. I don't have one, if I'm being honest. I just shower. What’s your typical morning routine look like? I don't have one of those, either. The only thing that's consistent is going to the bathroom, eating, and taking my meds. Even brushing my teeth, the time of day when I do that (if I'm not leaving the house) varies. Then it's time to just binge stuff on YouTube and do whatever on the laptop... Are you still playing Animal Crossing? I've never played it, actually. How has the pandemic specifically affected you? It's caused a lot of stress worrying about my mom falling ill, given her being immunocompromised. It's also held me back from searching for another job (even though I don't know what I'd go for, anyway...), because I absolutely refuse to risk bringing Covid into this house by leaving it daily or whatever. What is your main source of anxiety? Being mentally ill, really. It just affects a lot. Any bands or artists you’ve recently discovered? Not very recently, no. What kind of games do you play on your phone? Just Pokemon GO nowadays. Do you have a specific aesthetic? It varies. I love dark, gothic, and gory stuff, but then I also love everything pink and pastel?????? Pastel gore is especially where it's at. Describe the moment you realized you were falling in love with someone. I'd rather not. What’s your favorite sparkling water brand/flavor? I've never even tried it before. What’s your favorite makeup brand/brands? I don't wear nearly enough makeup to be even remotely familiar with any. What’s your all-time favorite movie? It'll probably always be The Lion King. Do you have any subscription boxes? No, but they're cool. What fictional creature would you like as a pet? On deviantART today I actually discovered a fantastic artist who does a lot of HTTYD fanart, and I would say as a dragon lover, Toothless would be soooo great. Have any local businesses closed that you’re sad about? I'm certain tons have closed, but none come to mind. How do you feel about TikTok? I don't feel anything about it. Did you/do you still have a Neopets account? Haha I've had like... two or three at different stages in my life. What were you doing at 9 o'clock this morning? That's actually when (virtual) group therapy starts. Are you wearing any jewelry? Yeah; my piercings (if you count them) and then two rings that I always have on. Are you good at hiding disappointment? No. I'm bad at hiding my emotions because they're so strong. What happened the last time you cried? lmaooo I was finishing watching a The Evil Within 2 LP yesterday, and like, the last hour or so of the game just rips me apart. I was hoping so bad that my mom didn't pass by and ask what the problem was. What would your parents be surprised to learn about you? Both would be stunned to know the situation I had with Joel/my former best friend's boyfriend when I was around 12. What fictional character do you have the biggest crush on? dARKIPLIER Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world? When all things are considered, like laws, seeing family, etc., somewhere in Canada, or maybe Alaska. Actually, Alaska would be really cool. What after school activities did you do in high school? I didn't have any, if you mean like, school sports and clubs. I did do dance once or twice a week, but it wasn't tied to my school. What’s the last book you really loved? I positively adored The Handmaid's Tale. If you could have been a child prodigy what would you have wanted to be skilled at? My writing was seen as very exceptional for my age as a kid, but it still would've been awesome if it was even better. If earth could only have one condiment for the rest of time, what would you pick to keep around? Uhhh I guess ketchup. I use that the most of all options. What is the scariest experience you have ever had? The night of the breakup. It was such an impossible concept to me that I genuinely thought my life was over, that I'd pull the plug at any moment. Who is a non-politician you wish would run for office? Oh, hunny, Markiplier lmao. Call it a bias all ya want, but he's just a genuinely incredible person that cares so much for everyone and is so serious about equality and just being a good person. Do you think it’s important to stay up to date with the news? It's very hypocritical of me to say, but yes, regardless. Do you own plants? If so, what kind of plants? If not, would you like to grow any? I've never been into growing plants, honestly. Is there a city that you have a particular fondness for? If so, what city is it and why? No, not really. When was the last time that you acted impulsively? Is this a common behavior for you? I dunno, I've gotten better at this. I probably said something I shouldn't have. If you received an allowance as a kid, what kinds of things would you buy with it? Were you more the type to save up for something big, or spend it on little things? I didn't get one. When you cuddle with someone, how do you prefer to position yourself? Would you rather be held, or do the holding? Or both? Are we sitting or lying down? Either way I think I have a tendency to lay my head on their chest while hugging them, and my legs generally curl up. If I'm upset, I definitely feel better and just a greater sense of safety if I'm the one being held, but if the roles are swapped, then I like to be the one doing the holding because I know that's what I want when I'm upset, so treat others how you wanna be treated, y'know. When you woke up today, did you find unread messages from anyone? No. Have you recently told anyone that you miss them? Yes. Can you recall the last time you turned down an offer, of any kind? Mom asked if I wanted to come with her to Ashley's a few days ago, but I said no. I wasn't in a social mood at all. Is there anyone you interact with every day on social media? No. What was the main character's name in the last fictional book you read? Sunny. Have you ever been rejected by a church? No. Is your family nice to you? Yeah. Are you comfortable with your gender? Yeah. What was your favorite Mary-Kate and Ashley film? I don't remember; we had a couple, though. What was your favorite book you had to read for school? The Outsiders. What was your favorite Nickelodeon show? ngl, I don't remember a lot of them and don't feel like looking up a list. Do you still live in the house you grew up in? No. Which Spice Girl was your favorite? I don't remember their names. Do you think you look the best you've ever looked? Oh hell no. Have you been hurt by religion? Yes, honestly. In Truth or Dare, would you rather choose Truth or Dare? I always choose "truth." Have you ever had more than one crush at once? Yeah, I think that's perfectly normal to feel, even for someone monogamous like myself. Just when you establish a relationship, then it's time to make a choice. What social issue do you care about most? This is hard to say with how passionately I hold my opinions, but probably LGBTQ+ rights. It's just... so disgusting to me that I was once homophobic. It's like I want to make up for it. Just the idea of being repulsed by love just because someone has "the wrong thing" in their pants is just... appalling. When was the last time you read a Bible? Many, maaaany years ago I started reading it, but I didn't get very far at all. Do you own a Bible? I personally don't, but I know Mom has one, maybe multiple. Do you discover new music regularly? No; I very much stick to what I know. It's great when I do, though, given that that's how I find new songs to repeat to the grave. What does your first name mean? "Of Britain" or something like that. What country do you live in? U.S.A. Do you believe that gays are born that way? Uh, yes? Who honestly believes a homosexual would *choose* to be in the discriminated minority? People are murdered and abused for simply their sexuality; no sane person would "choose" to risk that torture.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''as above so below'' by in this moment

[ruleroflimbo-a]

Healing Touch

Events: Illyana has a bad idea to get her magic back which involves Rogue, who for some reason, while reluctant, agrees to it. Illyana gets her first scar and Rogue gets something too Date: July 16th Involved: Illyana Rasputin and Rogue @apoisontouch Mentioned: some brief mentions I think but idr Trigger warnings: injury tw, scar tw, death mention tw Word count: 3769

ILLYANA:  Ever since her encounter with the fear demon when he stabbed her with her own sword and she lost her magic she'd felt like part of her was missing, in some way it was. She'd been spending most of her time after trying to find a way to regain her magic, looking through every book she had, researching artifacts and who knows what else... she'd found nothing. She was starting to think she'd never find a way to get back what she'd lost. She'd almost given up when she had an idea, probably a terrible idea but she was desperate, she didn't feel like herself without her magic so even if the risk for this was enormous she was willing to take that risk. Once she'd made up her mind she went to find Rogue to speak to her. "Hey" she said as she found her walking up to her, she hadn't really thought of what to say so she figured she might as well just get right to the point. "I need a favor, a huge one" she paused for a moment "I need you to use your powers on me."

ROGUE: It wasn’t often that people showed up at Remy’s apartment looking for her, most days, it was people looking for him. He had always been the more social one... the more likable one. But when Illyana came over and was standing in the living room of the apartment, Rogue realized that there were still people out there that would talk to her. “Hey, sugar,” Rogue said uneasily. There was no reason for Rogue to think that this conversation would be anything but casual, but Rogue had this feeling crawling up her spine that said there was a reason that Illyana was there. And it wasn’t to socialize. “That... that is a big ask, Illy.” She took a single step back, her hands behind her back as if she was scared that Illyana might reach out and take them. “The last person I touched with ‘em... I killed. Ya get that, don’t ya?”

ILLYANA: She knew she was asking for a lot and she hadn't expected Rogue to say yes, at least not right away, she just hoped she'd be able to convince her. "I know... I know it's a lot to ask" she'd exhausted every possibility to regain her magic before she even thought about this but as of now she was out of options. "I get that, I do" she really did but she was willing to try anything if it could get her magic back. "I wouldn't ask this of you if there was any other way, but your powers might be the only way for me to regain my magic" Illyana explained, she'd understand if Rogue said no but she hoped she'd agree to help. "I'm willing to take the risk because without my magic... I might as well already be dead."

ROGUE: “Ya must be real desperate, sugar.” Rogue brought her hands forward, looking at them, wondering if this would end like Jean had. Though she had gotten lucky — if she could even call the phoenix lucky. But Illyana didn’t have that to keep her alive, she didn’t have a way of coming back if Rogue killed her. But she was looking at her with desperation in her eyes and Rogue, as much as she wanted to tell Illyana to hit the bricks, couldn’t turn her away. “Ya want me t’ use my powers cause without ya own... ya already feel like ya dead?” Rogue almost laughed, a sad smile on her face as she shook her head in disbelief. She would have done anything to trade her powers away, to have a normal life, even if it was only for a day. “Okay,” Rogue said quietly before nodding her head. “Okay. Just --- do ya know what I’m tryin’ t’ absorb? I don’t know if I can focus what I’m takin’ from ya, but it might help.”

ILLYANA: "I am" she nodded, the least she could do was be honest with Rogue when asking this much from her. "I would never put you in this position if I had any other option" she wished she has some other way to get her magic back but the power from the sword would make sure any magical attempt would be futile, maybe even fatal. This could be fatal too, she knew that, but at least it had a chance of working, that was enough for Illyana. "I don't know how to explain it, but I got my magic because part of my soul was turned into bloodstones. I was turned into part demon and all that has been a part of me since I was six years old, without it... I don't know, I just... I don't feel right" she hadn't felt right after she'd been brought back from the dead either, but this was different, she couldn't really explain either feeling though. "Thank you" she said with a small smile when Rogue agreed. "I think I can do better than that" she lifted her shirt enough to show off the wound from her sword, only partially healed with silvery-white veins surrounding it and going outwards, spreading. "When all the power from the sword is absorbed the silver veins should disappear and the wound will heal" at least that's what she hoped for.

ROGUE: She crossed her arms and tried to hold Illyana’s gaze, but her stomach was in knots. Illyana was saying that she was desperate, that she needed this. But how could she do this again? How could she put her friend in danger? It didn’t matter that Illyana didn’t care if it was dangerous... Jean hadn’t cared either. And Rogue had decided to trust in Jean’s belief in her. And that had been a mistake. (And now she was doubting every decision she made. Questioning how much faith to put into who she trusted — how much to trust herself.) “I get it, sugar.” Rogue might have felt a different way about her own powers, but she had seen people without, seen the broken look in their eyes because they were missing a piece of themselves... and if Rogue could help make Illyana whole again, she’d try. Leaning over when Illyana pulled up her shirt so that she could see the wound, Rogue grimaced. Her eyes flickered upwards as Illyana explained. “Ya... are ya sure?” Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest and she couldn’t breathe. Rogue knew what was about to happen, and no matter what she said, no matter what she agreed to, she was scared. But she tried to push that as far down as it would go. “Ya think ya power might counteract what I’m about t’ do?” There was this flash of hope in her heart, like maybe, just maybe, Illyana could protect herself from Rogue’s power. “Sit down on the couch. I need t’ position myself so I can pull away if it’s too much.” So she didn’t get stuck... so she didn’t kill Illyana.

ILLYANA: She knew this was risky, and she knew she was being selfish by asking Rogue to do this, she was the one who had to live with it if this went wrong. She knew this was selfish but it was also her only chance. This couldn't be fixed with magic, the power from the sword still left in her would counteract it and Rogue was the only one she knew who could absorb powers, hopefully she could absorb this too. "It's not just my magic being gone either" though that was the main reason, she'd always felt empty when not practicing her magic and now that it was gone it was worse than just feeling empty, a big part of her was missing and she felt lost. "It hurts... all the time" the pain from the wound wasn't as bad now after she'd stopped trying to use her magic and let it heal as much as it could but it was still worse than any pain she'd ever felt before. When she'd first thought of this, that Rogue's powers might help get her magic back, she'd spent some time thinking about if she was sure she wanted to do this and she was. This was her last hope to get her magic back, even if it was dangerous she was completely sure she wanted to try this. "I'm sure, one hundred percent" Illyana said, she was aware this might not work, that it might kill her but she had to try. "Maybe my magic will once it's back" or if her eldritch armor returned it might protect her against Rogue's powers but she wasn't sure. "I'm sorry for asking you to do this" she told her as she sat down on the couch, she was being selfish by asking this of Rogue but she was desperate.

ROGUE: Illyana came with a shopping list of reasons why Rogue should follow through on this. Why she should do it. And Rogue was having a hard time coming up with a reason why she shouldn’t do it that Illyana hadn’t figured out a counter to. But aside from killing Illyana or wounding her greatly and stealing a part of her… there was nothing else that Rogue could warn her against. Permanent coma, like her ex-boyfriend? Nothing was going to convince Illy that this was a bad idea — because a piece of her was missing. Something that made her whole was absent. And who was Rogue to tell her that she was wrong for looking in the most extreme places to fix herself? “Okay.” Rogue inhaled deeply and nodded her head. She didn’t feel right about any of this, didn’t feel good. But neither did Illyana and Rogue had a chance to fix that. “No one is ever a hundred percent on anythin’, sugar,” Rogue retorted with a half-smile on her face. There had to be some doubt there, in the back of her friend’s mind. “If ya have any chance of healin’, ya need ya magic. And if ya want to be whole again… ya need it for that too, right?” Rogue followed Illyana to the couch, sitting down next to her as she started taking off her glove, nervously adjusting the edges of her jacket that kept most of her skin covered. “I want t’ help if I can,” Rogue finally said, meeting Illyana’s gaze. “And if ya think I can help — I’m honored, sugar. Really.” There was a pause where Rogue remembered all the times that this had gone wrong… but maybe there was a way that Rogue could do this — she could pull away before she did too much damage. Before she stole too much of Illyana. “Put ya hand on ya leg. Palm down. I don’t want ya holdin’ my hand — I need to be able t’ let go when I’m done.”

ILLYANA: Before she had even considered bringing up her idea with Rogue she'd thought about a lot of reasons to give Rogue to get her to agree to doing this, she was fully aware that the other mutant's fear of killing her might be enough for her to say no, fortunately that wasn't the case. It wasn't right, putting Rogue in this spot, but she was the only one with the power that might be able to help her right now. She knew the risks, she knew what could happen, she still wanted to try. She wasn't going to stop attempting to get her magic back until she had tried everything, that included having Rogue use her powers on her. "I am" Illyana replied, and it was true, she was absolutely sure she wanted to do this. "If you'd asked me a few months ago I would have said no, after Darkchylde I was terrified to use my magic but after being without it... I don't know it's complicated" she'd spent a lot of time being afraid of her magic, afraid of what people would think if they knew about that and her demonic side, not anymore, she refused to be afraid of herself any longer. "Yes, as long as the power of the sword is in me I can't access my magic, I can't heal and I don't feel like myself" being without her magic was the hardest thing she'd gone through, which said a lot considering how her life had been. "I don't know if this will work, it should in theory but we won't know until we try" if this worked she'd get her magic back, if it didn't she might die, or at least never get her magic back, she wasn't sure which was worse. She nodded and did as Rogue told her to, placing her hand on her leg with the palm down.

ROGUE: She continued to explain and Rogue tried to do her best to understand. They were from different worlds in this aspect. Rogue would have done just about anything to get rid of her powers and Illyana was crawling her way back to the ones that she had lost. And Rogue wanted to understand. She wanted to support Illyana. She wanted to do all those things for Illyana bc she was a friend. “Ain’t it always complicated, sugar?” Rogue tried to quip, but it didn’t quite land. “Ya don’t gotta explain. Some things... ya don’t have words for, ya know?” Some things in their lives were beyond words. They had learned that several times over. Sitting down next to Illyana, Rogue pulled her glove off and stretched out her fingers carefully. It was always strange feeling the bare air on her skin. She had gotten so used to not feeling the weather or any of the elements that when she did, it took her a moment to adjust. “Then, we try, sugar.” Rogue reached over and placed her hand over Illyana’s, the transfer began immediately.

ILLYANA: Words wasn't something Illyana had ever been good with, unless it was for a spell or ritual as that's really all she needed in Limbo. She especially wasn't good with words when it came to how she was feeling, she'd had to hide and repress most of her feelings in Limbo, especially around Belasco and S'ym. While she had gotten better over the years it still wasn't something she was good with so she was glad Rogue understood when the only explanation she could give was it's complicated. "Something like that" Illyana replied with a slight smile. She had no idea if this would work, and if it did she had no idea what would happen when her magic returned, but she had to try. She kept her shirt up so the wound was visible and they could see when it healed... if it healed. Rogue placed her hand over Illyana's and the transfer started. She wasn't sure how it would feel, Rogue using her powers on her, and at first it wasn't too bad, it was weird and tingling maybe. The pain from her wound instantly flared up though, Illyana clenched her jaw, the hand holding her shirt up clenching the fabric tight. It felt like she was being stabbed all over again, and it only got worse over time. The feeling of Rogue's powers also shifted from weird to painful, she thought she'd never be in as much pain as after the demon had stabbed her with her own sword, she was wrong. It felt like her skin was on fire and she was fighting hard to keep herself still, this was her last shot at getting her magic back and she wasn't going to mess it up, even if she was in a tremendous amount of pain.

ROGUE: Mentally, she was preparing herself for Illyana’s pleas to stop once they got started. Getting ready to hear her beg for the pain to stop or for her to pass out during the process — and she was getting herself ready to receive all of the memories that Illyana had locked up in her head. This was more than just the possibility that she might kill Illyana, it was everything that came with that physical contact. The memories, the pain, the powers — absorbing a person was… an intimate experience. She wouldn’t have a chance to hide any part of herself, and Rogue was afraid that if she lost focus for even a second, she’d take too much of her friend and leave her with nothing. (Was it worth the risk? Illyana’s voice rang in her head over and over again, being powerless was worse than death for her.) The physical reaction of Illyana’s body was immediate. Rogue watched as Illyana clenched her shirt and as her jaw tightened, knowing that nothing she could do would help until this was over. So, she held on. Her eyes focusing on the silver glow of Illyana’s wound, waiting for the glimmer to leave before she drew her hand away — But then it stopped. All at once it stopped, and it looked, from Rogue’s perspective, that the glow in Illyana’s wound was gone… but Rogue’s own powers now had stopped. Her hand still on Illyana’s but the transfer at a stop. Everything — it all stood still. Rogue took in an unsteady breath, feeling her powers still fluttering just beneath the surface, but blocked — waiting to be called on. It was an unreal feeling. Taking her hand away, Rogue glanced up at Illyana, unsure if she should panic or celebrate. “Did it work?”

ILLYANA: Pain was something Illyana was very familiar with, she'd learned to deal with it in Limbo, learned to hide it, but there was only so much she could take before it showed she was in pain. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, keeping her breathing as even as possible, it was clear she was in pain but she refused to show just how much, not wanting Rogue to stop too early. She didn't know if it was working but Rogue's powers definitely did something to make the pain from her wound flare up even worse. It felt like hours before the pain stopped but she knew it was only a few minutes. The pain stopped and Illyana opened her eyes, looking down on her wound, it seemed the power from the sword was gone and the wound was healed, that wasn't what she was focused on though. Rogue's hand was still on her own but she didn't seem to be absorbing anything from Illyana anymore. She was going to say something when she felt a very familiar pain in her side, the silver veins came back, branching outwards and ripping the wound open again. The pain was spreading throughout her body as Illyana screamed, she felt like she'd been stabbed again, which she might as well have been. She was good at handling pain, she could push it away, ignore it, but this time she screamed in pain, she couldn't remember having done that since she was a child in Limbo. Once she stopped screaming felt like the breath had been knocked out of her, her mouth hanging opened as she struggled to catch her breath.

ROGUE: There was a moment of peace, a brief quiet where Rogue thought that it was over  — that they had won. But the world never worked that way for mutants. It was never so kind as to let them have even a small victory. Not without asking for more in return. Rogue looked at her hands, letting the strange sensation flow through her body before Illyana started screaming again. “It shoulda  —” It didn’t matter what it should have done. It clearly didn’t work. And now Rogue was working herself into a frenzy trying to get the feeling to go so that she could help Illyana again. But a minute passed and it hadn’t faded. And then two. It wasn’t ending. Whatever Rogue had taken in from Illyana had made a home within Rogue. “Illyana we — I think we got a problem, sugar.” The screams were filling the room and Rogue couldn’t hear herself think — and she doubted that Illyana had heard her speak. Rogue waved her hands in the air frantically, as if she could wave it off her body, but that feeling was still there. Holding her powers just below the surface of her body. Like a gate holding it all back. A gate... maybe that was the key. Rogue closed her eyes and put her hands back on Illyana, whispering to herself to open that gate — willing, for once in her life, for her powers to work. “Come on,” Rogue whispered to herself, squeezing her hands on Illyana — and then it happened. Her powers came forth and Rogue could feel herself taking in parts of Illyana again. A wave of memories and powers and everything in between. Her eyes flickered open and she started to watch the wound close again. And this time, when the silver coloring vanished from her view, Rogue closed her eyes again and tried to close the gate again — and it worked. Rogue was holding onto Illyana still and the transfer had stopped. “Tell me we don’t need a round three, sugar. Not sure if ya body can take this again.”

ILLYANA: The pain was excruciating, she felt like she was dying, actually she'd been in less pain when she died, this was almost unbearable, Illyana thought she might pass out, or maybe hoped so she could escape the pain. She didn't register Rogue's words, or feel Rogue's hands back on her skin, the pain was all consuming and the only thing she could feel right now. Then suddenly the pain started easing up, Rogue once again absorbing from Illyana, though unlike before it didn't make the pain worse, it was easing her pain and she finally felt like she could breathe again. The power from her soulsword, which had caused her to lose her magic, was absorbed from her body by Rogue and this time she knew it worked. 

 She could feel the magic once again coursing through her body, she could feel her sword again, waiting to be called to her hand. The silver-white veins from the wound was gone, the wound healing leaving behind only a scar and Illyana's eyes glowed the same color the veins from her wound had been. "Huh, my first scar" she said as she tiredly ran her thumb over it, then she turned to Rogue with a smile on her face. A genuine smile, a happy smile, not one that was put on simply to hide how much she was struggling. "Thank you" she whispered.

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The Bluff || Part 14 || Mitch Rapp

Author: wittystiles

Word Count: 2k+

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: Cursing (I think, idr).

Authors Note: It’s been 2 months since I last wrote anything for this fic. It’s been months since I have had the time or energy or mental capacity to do any writing. And it shows. This chapter is a little different in it’s writing style than the last chapters, not too noticeable, but a little. I really hope you like it, and I would genuinely love it if you decided to give me some feedback. (-:

The black dodge charger slowed as it approached the curb, its driver thankful for the convenient space in front of the apartment building his GPS had led him to. He threw the car into park and turned the radio down, looking over the brownstone with wonder. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting on the drive over but this certainly wasn’t it. The building looked like it was originally a single family home that had been refurbished to accommodate multiple renters. It looked to be out of (Y/N)’s means. He wasn’t sure the income of a surgical nurse, but he certainly underestimated it, according to her home. Or, perhaps it was severely faulted, and she got it at a steal.

   Concluding that the latter was the reason she was inhabiting this particular place, he turned off the air conditioner and then the car. A man with a small dog passed by his car and he waited briefly for the man to be far enough down the street that he wouldn’t appear to be a threat before exiting his vehicle. The door slammed of its own accord. He shoved the keys into the right pocket of his black leather jacket and approached the brownstone he’d spent entirely too long staring at from the confines of his car. He paused at the staircase leading up to the door, head on a swivel to make sure that no one was watching or lurking in the shadows. (Y/N)’s unwanted visitors had already been long gone but he felt he could never be too cautious in his line of work.

   Climbing the steps two at a time he reached the door and tugged at the handle. When it didn’t give his attention found the call box on the wall to his left. He eyed the names on it, finding the one that seemed the most likely to open (and that wasn’t (Y/N)’s). He pressed the buzzer a few times, waiting impatiently for a response. An old and raspy voice came crackly through the speaker of the call box. “Who is this?” The voice inquired. He cleared his throat, making it sound much more friendly than he usually wanted it to.

   “Hi! I’m so sorry to bother you,” Mitch spoke into the microphone of the speaker box, finger pressed against the button corresponding to the voice who’d asked of him. “I locked myself out on accident and my girlfriend isn’t answering her phone. Would you please buzz me in?”

   There was no answer on the other end but he heard an electric buzz and quickly tried the door again, smirking a little when it opened. He wondered how often people got into shitty situations because they were far too trusting of strangers. Mitch consulted the sticky note in his pocket for the apartment number and realized he simply needed to look for the broken door and he’d know which was (Y/N)’s. The only apartment on the first floor looked unscathed, so he once again took the stairs two at a time, reaching the landing of the second floor easily.

   “Bingo,” Mitch said to no one, spotting the winning door. His tongue darted out and carded over his lips, wetting them and giving him a pause to get his thoughts together. His feet carried him to the door and he once more hesitated outside of it. “(Y/N)?” He whispered, pressing the pads of the first three fingers on his left hand against the wood. When no response came he figured it safe to proceed further into the apartment than the threshold.

   The door creaked in protest and his spine tensed. He gave a look around to make sure there wasn’t a threat looming in the small living room, finding only a disaster of all of her belongings. He looked down at the floor and picked a picture up that he’d accidentally been standing upon. An aged cocker spaniel sitting in a different living room was all that was depicted in the photograph. An old pet, he assumed. He dropped it back to the ground and began carefully walking through the room and deeper into the apartment. Nothing, it appeared, was off limits to the bastards who had broken into (Y/N)’s dwelling.

   He checked the bathroom, finding it devastated as well, and sighed. They’d even yanked all of the toilet paper off of the roll and left it in a pile on the tiled floors. “Pricks,” Mitch scoffed, closing the door. He turned to the only other door in the hallway and hesitated. He had seen (Y/N) return home and hadn’t seen her leave. He became suddenly aware that he was about to see her once more, probably distressed, and in her own home. Her own room. His stomach once again knotted uncomfortably. His training had prepared him to go blindly into the most dangerous of situations, to accept bullets and knives to his skin without a flinch. As the assassin stood in front of the bedroom door of his charge he realized that none of that training was available to aid him now.

   Mitch inhaled deeply and reached for the door handle, watching it spin and retreat from him before he could manage a hold on it. The door revealed a stunned (Y/N), who let out a scream so blood-curdling it made his own heart want to leap in his chest. If his stomach hadn’t been knotting before he guaranteed it was now.  He didn’t think a person was capable of showing so many facial expressions in the span of what was possibly only four or so seconds. His brain barely had time to register all of them but recognized the most prominent. She had looked so frightened and helpless in that brief moment of shock that his natural protective instincts got the better of him.

   Mitch took a step forward, hands coming up to clasp (Y/N)’s biceps. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” he said in a voice that could only be considered comforting. “It’s just me, (Y/N).” He could see the fear subsiding within her eyes.

   “What the fuck are you doing here?” She asked, voice sounding a little shaky to Mitch’s concerned ears. His thumbs began doing what felt natural, working in soft circles on the skin of her arm. Staring at her blankly, he found himself at a loss for an answer, eyes wide and tongue-tied. His throat felt nearly dry.

   “I came to check on you and I saw your front door kicked in,” he managed, letting her withdraw her biceps from his grasp. He kept his hands at the ready should she wobble on her feet. “Are you alright?”

   Her shoulders shrugged, going high enough that they nearly touched her ears. Mitch noticed for the first time that her lobes were pierced, small diamond studs tucked securely inside. He wondered if she’d put them in since she’d gotten home or if they’d been in place in Paris. “I’m fine. Why are you checking up on me? You said we were done in Paris, remember?” She sounded angrier than Mitch had anticipated. Was he the bad guy, now? How had that transpired?

   He let his guard down, hands stuffed into his pockets before the action registered to his brain. Why was he checking on her? He chastised himself mentally for not preparing himself on the drive over; too distracted by the GPS and trying not to grit his teeth in anger. His knuckles were still stiff from the severity of the grip he had had on the steering wheel.

   “I was mistaken. Turns out I am not done with you and you’re still technically my responsibility,” his voice betrayed him. He was trying for indifference leaning towards bitterness, however, what came out was moderate relief. Her expression softened. She withdrew from him more, stepping around him on a path away from her bedroom.

   “C’mon,” she called over her shoulder, stepping around the mess scattered about the floor on bare feet. “Let’s see if I have any drinks in the kitchen, I sure need one.”

***

   Three hours later and (Y/N) was tucked into bed with an empty bottle of wine on her nightstand and a belly full of the snacks she’d convinced Mitch to run out and get her. He sat at the foot of her bed on an armchair he’d dragged in from the living room, thankful that the stuffing was still mostly inside of it. She slept soundlessly, not tossing and turning either. He was thankful that the alcohol had subdued her enough to not have a fitful rest. He’d have comforted her, sure, but that was a drama he was glad to avoid.

   He had managed to tuck his legs underneath himself, situated comfortably enough with his elbow propped on the arm of the chair. The blanket that (Y/N) had drunkenly insisted he take was covering his lap and occasionally he found himself appreciating it. Her apartment was colder than he thought convenient for her electric bill. He had caught himself gnawing on the nail of his thumb earlier and was actively trying to keep himself from doing it again, teeth worrying on his bottom lip instead. Between the moment he’d received the phone call at the coffee shop until now, Mitch’s mind had not had a chance to slow down and deconstruct everything calmly and calculatedly as he liked.

   His mind thought back to the video, to the way his heart had leaped into his throat at the first sign of the intruders despite the knowledge that (Y/N) wasn’t in her home. To the worry within which he was drowned at the thought of her being apprehended by an accomplice outside of her apartment building after she’d left the camera's frame. He was familiar with anxiety, to panic. He’d suffered more than enough of it while he was in the first handful of months following the beach incident wherein he’d lost Katrina. He had learned how to control it, through channeling his emotions straight into training. He’d, for the most part, returned to his mellow self. That is until (Y/N) burst onto the scene and undid every single thread holding himself together. He would never admit out loud that she was all he’d found himself caring about since that fateful night in Paris a month or so prior.

   He began picking at the armrest with the hand that wasn’t propping his head up, his blunt nails making a dull scratching sound on the fabric. The first time he’d seen (Y/N) vulnerable, scared and inebriated he had none nothing about her. She was just an innocent victim that he needed to keep safe. Now? Now she lay before him as someone who’d changed everything he’d established for himself. Who’d snuck into his brain and gotten him to care.

   Mitch tasted blood on his tongue and realized he’d split his lip open from pulling at it repeatedly with his teeth. He wondered if (Y/N) would kiss him if she noticed it, she had a tendency to be gentle and affectionate when she saw he hurt. Was this the same? A voice in the back of his head told him he just wanted to be kissed.

   Deciding he couldn’t sit and think about (Y/N) any longer, Mitch forced his body from the chair. His knees cracked with relief at being stretched. He took the blanket that had fallen to the floor and draped it over (Y/N)’s sleeping form, making sure she didn’t stir before walking out of the bedroom. He let out a loud huff after shutting her door, pushing his shaggy hair away from his forehead. The only thing he could think to do was begin cleaning. He made his way through the apartment to the kitchen, finding a trash bag in the cabinet beneath the sink.

   Setting off to the living room, he found that he was overwhelmed with where to begin. There was something on every inch of the floor, stuffing, and glass littered everywhere. He set the bag down on the remains of the couch, setting about the daunting task of cleaning (Y/N)’s apartment. Hoping that when she woke he would be finished and she would find some ease in her heart from the break-in. Hoping that she would maybe even smile at him.

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In what form of communication did you last use to talk to the person you’re currently interested in? >> I talked to one in person, a couple in headspace, one on... insta? tumblr? idr, one on tumblr... I think that covers it.  If you were to leave the house right now, would you change your current outfit at all? >> I’d have to, being as I’m wearing clothes only fit for slumming around the apartment. When was the last time something really cute happened to you? >> Uh. Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? >> Because... she’s in bed...  Has anything happened to you within the past month that’s made you really happy? >> Sure.

Do you want to see someone right now? >> Kiiiiiiiiinda... Do you currently have feelings for anybody? >> Sure. When was the last time you changed clothes in front of someone? >> IDK, I usually just change clothes in my room. Because that’s where the clothes are.

Are you the youngest person living in your home? >> No. Did a boy or girl text message you last? >> A woman. Think back to the last person that you held hands with, would you kiss them? >> Sure. When was the last time something bothered you? >> I don’t remember. Have you ever kissed the last person that you texted? >> Yeah. What was the last thing you looked up on YouTube? >> I think the last thing I watched on YouTube was another episode of the Dark Souls LP I’m slowly making my way through. What do you think of girls who are 18 and have never kissed a boy? >> I don’t think anything about that specific thing. Do your parents drink a lot? >> My father never drinks. Do you like looking at pictures of naked women or do you find it uncomfortable? >> I don’t really have a thought one way or the other, most of the time. Unless they look uncomfortable or like they were obviously forced to be there, which isn’t too fun to look at. When it comes to fashion, which countries do you think dress the best? The worst? >> Hmm. Do you think teen soaps / dramas address real teen issues? >> Sometimes. I used to think Degrassi TNG did it pretty well. Would you like it if a reality show was filmed about your town and the people who live there? >> I really can’t imagine being interested in a show about Grand Rapids. Do you enjoy BBQs? >> Sure. Can you handle spicy food? >> Yeah, I love spicy food. Would you get annoyed if your neighbours installed a big fountain in their garden? >> No. Has there ever been a murder in your town? >> I mean... hasn’t there been murders just about everywhere, lmao... What’s your favourite type of cheese? >> Sharp cheddar, pepper jack, asiago, brie, goat cheese. Does the last person you saw naked look good naked? >> I mean, I guess? IDK?  Have you ever witnessed someone else engaging in a sexual act (not necessarily sex)? >> Sure. What’s your favourite Katy Perry song? >> I don’t have one. Do you get shy when you’re around the boy you like? >> I don’t think I get shy around people I’m interested in. I might get weird, but then again, I’ll do that regularly, so. When you go to a coffee shop like Starbucks do you usually get a coffee to go, or do you sit down in the café and drink it? >> I don’t usually go to coffee shops.  

What time will you be getting up tomorrow morning? >> I’m not looking to get up at any specific time. I just hope I get enough sleep. Is this the best year of your life? >> It’s actually one of the less remarkable ones, which probably is a blessing more than a curse, considering how my more remarkable years have gone. How far away is the last person you kissed? >> Ten feet or something. Why do the moons of other planets have a name but ours is just called moon? >> Because ours was named first. When you only have one, it doesn’t matter. (Also, “the moon” likely isn’t its only name. It’s just its official English one.) What was the best thing that happened to you last year? >> Hm. Do you eat breakfast daily? >> No.

Are you borrowing books from anybody at the moment? >> The library. Is there a book store in walking distance? >> No. What was the last frozen treat you had? >> I’m not sure. When was the last time you used a pay phone and who were you calling? >> I think the last time I used a pay phone is when I was checking to see if my very first SSI payment [this time around] had been deposited yet. And then I never had to use a pay phone again, because one of the first things I bought with that payment was a cell phone. Is there any kind of design on your socks? >> I’m not wearing socks. Where are you going tonight? >> I’m not going anywhere. Do you play games on your graphing calculator? >> LOL Are your lips currently chapped? >> Nah. What’s the last smiley faced you used? >> I don’t remember. How many rings do you wear, if any? >> I’m only wearing one right now. Meet anyone new today? >> No. Would you ever want another sibling? Older or younger? Gender? >> I really don’t care. Grilled cheese or peanut butter & jelly? >> Depends on what kind of flavours I want in my meal. Do you point and laugh at people with strange outfits? >> Nah. How can Smurfs always run around in white socks but never get grass stains? >> Heh. What genre of music do you listen to the most? >> I guess rock, in some form. Would you rather be cheated on or be the cheater? >> What the hell... What’s your favorite thing to have on toast? >> Ghee and cinnamon, usually. Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? >> No. When is the next time you will leave your house? >> I don’t know.

How do you feel about your hair right now? >> I feel like I will cut it soon. Do you take vitamins? >> Sometimes I take a Vit D gummy, but I’m hoping not to really feel the need for those until autumn, now. 

#surveysofsamedi #surveys

[frcnciscos-blog]

hi i’m jen ( pst + she/her ) n that’s all i have to say abt myself sdfkljsdf, i’m excited to write with everyone though, o i watched like 2 seasons of the 100 or like 3 up until the robot hologram lady but idr anything :( o and i never watched the show matt’s in either sry yalls :( 

❝ ——･✧ ( matthew daddario ) may the ark provide you a good life ( francisco nolan ) !  you are now at the age of ( twenty-six ), and identify as a ( cismale ). around the ark you are known as the ( noceur ), and you’re a ( jocular ) citizen even if you’re sometimes ( reticent ) !  with your contribution to the ( agro ) station as ( a cultivator ) we’re going to make this place a better home for us, and our future generations. ( jen, she/her, pst )

noceur – one who sleeps late or not at all

honestly the most simple definition right but i cbf to look for a masterlist

cultivator / curator – maybe i should’ve called him a botanist or a farmer idk but he’s an expert on plants and growing them in space! makes sure all the species are thriving and all that. spends a lot of time talking to the crops bc not many are awake in the dead of night! 

jocular – fond of or characterized by joking; humorous or playful.

reticent – not revealing one's thoughts or feelings readily.

so francis/frankie/chico/whatever the fuck are nicknames for francisco idk ;(

anyway he’s basically this v lighthearted guy, kind of makes you feel like you know him and all because he’ll joke w/ you a lot n be nice, long-winded talks about things, sounds like he’s sharing but it’s never rly anything... about himself... he just doesn’t lemme figure out why bc i’m jst um. doing this as i go : )

okay his other half <3 got floated for doing the thing raven and finn did with the oxygen n lost some oxygen except she was older so floated.... maybe 5 yrs ago? 21 is a good age. he never talks about it. ever. although he does think about her every single day.

this is a dedicated self help book: i think that maybe, he’s just trying to build as nice of a life as he can for himself and has been for the past 5 yrs. he’s nice, people r nice, life is okay, but it just. will never be the same. also i imagine the ark is a pretty desolate place to be! planet earth nuked, all of humanity on this one spaceship ( as far as they know ), limited oxygen supply, rationing, etc. etc. so he puts on his happy face and sometimes it works, sometimes he’s sad and talks to the plants in private :’(

o ya isn’t it so funny that his mobile theme rly looks like the author’s about on a book cover 

o his parents got saved 2 the ark or something idk how this works but ig they were scientists n normal upbringing i guess they brought him 2 the plant nursery a lot

he doesn’t really think of himself as exceptionally smart or anything special, funnier/more handsome/etc than anyone else like obv he’s aware oh yes these are good traits that i possess but not ... over anyone yknow, like he just does what he’s supposed to do/what’s right.

o his birthday was.... YESTERDAY! whenever that was. 8/8 and he thinks it’s weird tht he was born on earth! but all he remembers is the spaceship :( anyway he’s freshly 26

o a hc: he rly good at drawing plants and flowers bc his <3 was like . how tf are u gonna be a botanist but not even be able 2 draw. so he practiced n practiced n it was part of how they even got 2gether aw. like hs sweeties. but if u ask him 2 draw a person it’s gonna look fugly as hell

idek if they’re allowed 2 draw or if that takes up resources :( o well that makes the whole notion more romantic 

o since i see some nationality things... n idk wtf matt d is he some types of different whites... imma just make him a canadian LDFSSDF

idk what else 2 say basically summary: he is nice n humble n maybe funny idk no emo broodiness no sign of sad :( he’s jus Chill

possible connections (crossed off = taken):

someone that was maybe his other half <3 ‘s best friend (yes ‘<3′ is apart of their name) n so they sometimes jst talk about their feelings n stuff together n maybe they weren’t close or maybe even disliked each other before everything OR maybe they still don’t like each other, but rly they’re the only other one that knows how the other feels/who they’re missing yknow ok let’s make them NOT like each other thanks!!!!

o okay ‘it isn’t the same but it isn’t love’ ok maybe they dating and it’s pleasant and all but rly it’s a charade n maybe they keep hanging on bc IT WORKS but it’s just. not passionate, it’s not love, so maybe they gotta break up. ‘it’s a waste of time’ OPPOSITE OF WILL THEY WON’T THEY as in will they won’t they BREAK UP

o wouldn’t it be so cool for francisco 2 be like. this happy mentor buddy thing 2 someone cuz i noticed some of yalls characters r emo as shit right, but then one night they discover he’s a FAKE... sort of ? n that disrupts. stuff yeah ha

o maybe someone who gets themselves into shit n he always goes n gets them before they get into trouble n he’s just Tired. of doing that right but he keeps doing it bc he’s been doing this for forever n idk big blow up xD? responsible old man matt d activate!

on the other hand, someone he trusts n knows is also responsible enough so that he can chill out too? weeds n alcohols lmao, maybe theyre best friends forever and i mean like, forever, maybe they were neighbors growing up on the ark 

lemme put some simple ones in here 2 bc im down n we can develop ya? o wow there aren’t many i’m sorry . but yall got wc too so we’re good ! !! 

friends

new

childhood - cut off or just long lasting

neighbors

coworkers

crushes/romantique interests but he dating someone so that’s risqué :O – maybe we do this on chemistry pls thanks idk <3 

#cerointro #✰ – ooc. #idk why i typed like that for the whole intro! #i'm gonna go to bed but i'll be on tmrw afternoon yeah!

[danasukontarak]

Dana’s Travel Diary: Bali’n Out in Indonesia

International travel ideas often seem lofty, unattainable, reserved only for posh socialites with daddy’s bread to blow. I know I’m not the only 20-something who ever felt relegated to perusing Wikitravel or thumbing through the pages of an issue of Afar Magazine to get my affordable adventure fix. Admittedly, successful and seamless international travel also requires a decently-paying job and some tenacity for saving (at least one or the other). Before working at my current job and having both a salary and bountiful PTO, travel was not impossible, but far more limited by time and money. That said, the place I’d always had my eye on, the place that seemed overflowing with natural and spiritual wonder, was Bali.

The most popular travel destination in all of Indonesia, Bali is a quirky little anomaly of an island within a country with a notoriously harsh governmental regime. The people of Indonesia began to elect their president just 13 years ago in 2004. The penalties for drug crimes are harsh. On the trip, we only uttered the word “ganja” once, to a tatted-up taxi driver with ear gauges. His reply: no. As a man vacationing from Jakarta told me on Kuta Beach, cracking open a can of Bintang (Indonesia’s Heineken), “You know Bali, but you don’t know Indonesia.”

The people in Bali practice Balinese Hinduism. In fact, they are the only part of Indonesia that is not predominantly Muslim. The women wore colorful three-quarter lace shirts, patterned sarongs, and sashes eloquently tied around their slim waists. They walked with baskets on their heads, babies slung round their shoulders. Guys wore patterned headbands and also wore artfully tied sarongs around their waists. Frangipani and incense offerings in stapled banana leaf trays litter the sidewalks and windowsills of nearly every building we passed in Bali. The Balinese women prepare these at multiple times throughout the day, a pleasant floral reminder of this island’s unique culture. 

I paid for my flight in early October, for a trip I took in late January. I was able to find a roundtrip ticket for the 10,000 mile journey for $750. (That’s only 7.5 cents per mile!) Tickets can run an upwards of $1,200 from D.C. to Denpasar, so I grabbed these before the weird online airline algorithm and Big Brother saw hearts in my eyes and hiked up the price before I could click submit. Reminder: always browse flights on Incognito Mode. 

Before traveling, my research was limited. Basic research is necessary, of course, such as what the currency and conversion rate is (Indonesian rupiah [IDR], roughly 13,000 per USD), or where your hotel is in relation to the airport, or what season and general climate it will be during your stay. I talked to my friend Claudia, who’d been to Bali a few months before. I checked out a few major tourist destinations online (the must-sees), and left the rest up to fate, as I tend to do. 

We departed from Ronald Reagan Airport in Washington, D.C. I traveled with my ex-boyfriend, the awkward result of planning for trips in super advance but not planning on a breakup. It worked out, though. I was glad to be traveling internationally not just with another person, but a man. I never felt endangered at all during my trip, but I had no idea what the general atmosphere would be like. There were a few notable times I was relieved to have had his male presence (i.e. when I panicked over a lizard in the hotel room; when we wanted to travel by motor scooter through congested streets; when I had to carry a bowling ball of a fresh coconut through Ubud). Major media would love to have you believe that, as a traveling woman, you’ll be kidnapped and sold into sex slavery. I feel you run this risk at equivalent levels no matter where you go. TBH. No need to be scared or paranoid, but also remember: a little common sense and alertness go a long way when traveling.

Our flight was 22 hours, collectively. The route was D.C. to Detroit to Incheon (South Korea) and finally to Bali. The meals on board the Korean Air flight from Detroit to Incheon were hit or miss. Bibimbap was a hit. Everything else (seafood and potatoes, beef and vegetables, etc.) was an extreme miss. During one meal, I opened an applesauce-cup of the softest tofu I’d ever seen in my life - it was almost liquid. I looked around to see if the Asians on board were on board with this virtual tofu smoothie. It looked like no cup was left uneaten, besides mine.

When we arrived in Ngurah Rai Airport in Bali, we were approached immediately by a seemingly friendly and helpful taxi driver. It was past midnight and he stuck by us quite adamantly as we fumbled with our phones as they attempted to pick up Indonesian cell service. He offered his phone so that I could call my hotel and arrange an impromptu middle-of-the-night check-in (which I hadn’t prepared for). I watched the driver, Norman, wave away other people also appearing to be in need of his assistance. What I figured was that he had an eye for Americans, or rather, our American dollars. In my limited experience, the most money you will spend on transportation whenever traveling internationally, is the cab ride from the airport to your lodging destination. Norman charged us $55. We didn’t ask the price prior to departing, but we’d assumed it was cheap because of the way he described pricing of hostels and homestays. This was the single most expensive charge during our time in Bali; it is an unheard-of taxi price once actually anywhere in Bali besides the airport.

When searching for hotels prior to the trip, I saw that the average price of a pretty nice hotel over there was not much more that what you’d pay for a shitty hotel here. I used Expedia points (earned from flights over the past few years) to get a discount on already-affordable 4-star resorts. The first hotel we stayed at was Blue Karma Resort in Ubud. They were very accommodating and welcomed us in at nearly 2 in the morning, showing us to a very lovely hut-style room with outdoor shower and cabana. In the morning, we also saw that there was a beautiful shared infinity pool, and a nice on-site restaurant with yummy breakfast and fresh fruit salad. 

The hotel was in a somewhat remote area, but shuttle/taxi/scooter service was abundant. In Ubud, there are many street markets with cool pants (I bought three), keychains, native trinkets and the like. Ask “How much?” but be prepared to be given a price marked up with the Gringo tax. Counter with a reasonable offer, and they’ll most likely be glad to accept. It’s cool to negotiate with vendors and taxi drivers - do not expect to negotiate in restaurants with posted prices, or anywhere else where you are actually billed. 

Also, tipping is a nice gesture, but service fees are generally built in to all charges, especially at hotels and restaurants. I did, however, leave tips for the cleaning staff at each hotel - just a dollar or two, which I’d read is the equivalent of many of their entire day’s salaries. 

In Ubud, we walked down a busy street to get to the Sacred Monkey Forest. Taxi drivers beckon for your business every three steps. Stray dogs dodge pedestrians skillfully, while others nap between scooters and storefront steps. Entry to the monkey forest is about 3 USD, and vendors inside sell bunches of bananas to feed to them. If you hold banana above your head, they’ll climb up your body to grab it. If you aren’t vigilant, monkeys will snatch any loose items from your pockets or hands. We lost a pack of rolling papers to one stealthy monkey, who then pulled it apart like an accordion and abandoned it upon discovering it was inedible. 

On the second day started at 2 A.M., when we left in a shuttle to go on the Mt. Batur sunrise trek. Mt. Batur is an active volcano that has erupted as recently as 2000. It’s highest point is about a mile up, and the ascent takes about 2.5 hours. The tour company fed us a banana pancake and strong coffee for breakfast, and the hike began in quite the anticlimactic fashion as we stumbled along behind a 19-year-old Balinese guide, criss-crossing paths with many other tour groups. I began to sweat and lose my breath after about 45 minutes, before the hard part even started. Several parts of the path are dangerously rocky, while others are sandy, slippery, and almost impossible to navigate without falling straight down on your ass. When we reached the top, we were given banana sandwiches and an egg boiled in volcano steam (still liquid and almost raw - I fed it to a stray volcano dog). The view was incredible, despite our guide having doubted the sunrise would be visible on such a cloudy day. 

The walk down was easier but still not easy. Our guide held my hand to help me down tricky areas, and asked my ex, “You jealous?”

Food in Bali was delicious and cheap. It seemed that most of the warungs (Indonesian word for small restaurant/eatery) had similar menus, and at most, you could get appetizers, entrees, and beverages for under 15 USD. We ate enough curry, satay, and sambal to last a lifetime.

The next morning, we rode on the backs of scooters to the hidden treasure that is Tegenungan Waterfalls. The ride was pleasantly risky. There’s nothing like accepting a motor scooter ride from a stranger in a foreign country. We passed a butterfly farm and lots of places that sold Buddha statues and carved stone items. We reached the waterfall at about 10 A.M., and a long set of stairs led down to a gorgeous sight.

At that time in the morning, only a few people were there already. The crash of the waterfall was thunderous and humbling. I approached with caution, wading at a respectful distance, enjoying God’s beauty.

The scooter ride back into Ubud was hectic, because we happened to run smack dab into the Saraswati festival, which happens twice a year. Saraswati is the goddess of knowledge, music, arts, wisdom and learning. My kind of gal. People were flocking out of temples en masse in traditional Balinese dress, and there was a scooter traffic jam amidst the celebration. My driver was incredibly skillful and brazen, getting through the traffic by any means, sidewalk driving, and truck blocking necessary.

Back at Blue Karma, we packed our bags and headed to Nusa Dua to check into our second hotel, Jimbaran Cliffs Private Resort and Spa. The pictures online for this resort looked amazing, its primary draw being the private infinity pool on the terrace of each room. The first thing I did was jump in with a plate of complimentary fresh papaya, pineapple and watermelon.

The area where we stayed in Nusa Dua was a lot different than Ubud, a lot more like a “regular” city. Our hotel, however, was so hidden in the cliffs that we got a taxi driver stuck in a narrow brick alley trying to find it. 

We heard that Aussie surfers and locals at Kuta Beach had the best and easiest access to Bali’s famed magic mushrooms. Though marijuana is highly illegal, shrooms are pretty much normalized. Officially, they became illegal a few years ago, but its availability in Bali is akin to the availability of weed in D.C. On Kuta Beach, we were offered shrooms in Coca-Cola, which we tried but didn’t feel too much. Kuta Beach was extremely dirty, with trash lining the shore and stray dogs snarling at each other. Little old lady vendors won’t leave you alone until you agree to a henna tattoo or a foot massage or a black stone bracelet that’s “cheap, cheap for you.” 

The shopping malls near Kuta Beach are nice, and it was kind of comforting to browse through Zara and H&M while halfway across the globe from home. On our last day, we rented a scooter and took it solo through the city, filling up our tank from a lady on the side of the road with an Absolut bottle full of petrol.

We had a big seafood dinner by the beach on our last night, and headed to the airport for a 1 A.M. flight back to Incheon, and then Detroit, and then D.C. Aside from a slight fiasco with Customs in Detroit over a dragonfruit I’d tried to bring back with me, the journey was alright. This was the second stamp in my adult passport and well worth the extreme jetlag. 

It’s a trip I recommend for anyone with any shred of a sense of adventure to go on, and somewhere I’d definitely consider returning to by myself. If you are considering planning an excursion to beautiful Bali, here is a summary of what I’ve learned, some handy tips based on my experience: 

1: Search flights often and purchase flights early - You can also sign up for price alerts through most travel websites. Remember to browse flights in incognito mode! 2: Know what to expect, but know that you won’t know what to expect - Do SOME research, but more importantly, just be openminded with common sense. 3: Plan ahead for transportation from the airport upon arrival - Check with your hotel before your trip to see if complimentary shuttle/taxi service from the airport is provided! You may also want to call and arrange a taxi ride beforehand if possible, to avoid the higher fees at the airport. 4: Stay in more than one hotel and explore multiple areas while in Bali - Each place has a different vibe. Stay in at least two areas. DON’T stay in a Hilton or other American chain hotel - you’ll be cheating yourself. 5: Negotiate prices, and check multiple options - It’s ok to negotiate prices in most instances. Vendors will always start off high. 6: Do everything, immerse yourself in the culture, be kind to locals - It would be a good idea to download Google Translate and download the Indonesian language library, just in case you don’t have service and need to translate something for a local. 7: Be careful with shrooms and DON’T check for weed - Weed is a no-no in Bali, but shrooms can be risky (especially if you are unaware of the potency and dosage). 8: Don’t try to bring a dragonfruit home with you - CBP will be on that ass.

#bali #travel #travelseries #travelwriting #indonesia #asia #wanderlust #adventure #traveldiary #danastraveldiary

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #289

“life by life / waste to waste / i’m the harbinger, the master of decay”

How often do you watch the news? Never. Would you rather read the news online? Yeah. Speaking of being online, what website do you visit the most? YouTube. Have you ever held a snake? Plenty. Ever caught a turtle? What about a crawfish? Turtles, yes, as a kid. Please do not take animals out of the wild for no good reason, people. I never touched crawfish because they looked scary lmao. Have you ever eaten gumbo? Idk what that is. Or do you not like spicy food? I enjoy spicy food, but not nearly as much as when I was a teen. Back then, I loved the adrenaline rush, now I just wanna enjoy my food like a normal person, lol. Do you own a bottle of hand sanitizer? Do you like how it smells? Does anyone NOT at this time? Or even before, really? But anyway, no, I don't like the smell. Do you own a pool table? What about an air hockey table? Or a foosball table? Okay so one of the coolest things we had when I was younger was this table that had different "tops" to change out to turn it into various games like these. Like, it was all in one. I don't THINK we still have it? Do you live with your parents? Are you cool with that? I live with my mom, and right now, it's the better idea for many reasons. I feel like shit about it, though. I'm nearly 25. Even if I was financially independent though, I would not be able to handle living all alone with my depression and all. When did/when do you want to move out? Hopefully when I have a stable job and long-term relationship. Have you ever been on a cruise? No. Are you better at catching or throwing? Probably throwing. I can't catch for shit. Do you ever play computer games? Just WoW nowadays. Did you used to have a lunchbox? Yeah, I went through a few. How often do you/did you bring your lunch to school? Whenever I didn't like what was on the menu. And mind you, I was and still am very picky. What was/is your favorite school lunch? I think the chicken sandwiches. When was the last time you wore a hat? What kind of hat was it? Oh yikes, who on Earth knows. It has to have been years. Maybe a Carolina Hurricanes one to a hockey game I went to with Dad. I don't really wear hats. Have you ever tried to ghost hunt? If so, did you catch anything? No. Do you prefer gold or silver? What about diamonds or pearls? Earrings or bracelets? Necklace or rings? Or are you not a jewelry person? Gold; diamonds; earrings; rings (I think). I don't care all that much about jewelry, though. Have you ever made jewelry? Not really, just kiddy crafts stuff. Do you have any unique hobbies? Meerkat RP. Have you ever broken a window? If so, what with? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever had surgery? If so, what on? Yeah. I had tubes put in my ears as a kid, and I had a cyst removed from... directly above my ass lmaoooo. Pilonidal cysts are awesome. Do you know any boys named Ashley or Lesley or Lynn? I don't believe so. Do you prefer coffee or hot chocolate? Hot chocolate, for sure. Do you like green tea? Tea is gross. Do you like to play Freecell? What about Hearts? Or Mahjong? I only know Mahjong, and I've never played that. I used to watch Mom play it on the computer as a kid, though. Idr the rules. Does your family own guns? No. Have you ever been given flowers? Were they from a relative or someone special? Both. Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle? No, and I doubt I will. I'm not like... really scared of them, as a matter of fact they seem really fun, they're just too risky for my liking. Have you ever seen a dead body? At an open-casket wake, yes. What does your umbrella look like? It's just an ordinary black one. Is anyone you know pregnant? HOLY FUCK, I think 90% of my Facebook friends are preggo. It seems like EVERYONE is expecting. Ha, one of my closest friends is legit pregnant with triplets after JUST having a son... She's in for a ride. Does your family do reunion gatherings? No, we're too spread out. What would you order to drink if you were in a bar right now? A strawberry sangria sounds pretty great. When was the last time you had a first kiss? I'm guessing you mean like, my first kiss with the last person I was with? A few summers ago when we were out on the porch making s'mores and dancing like some cheesy fucks lmao. How many homes have you ever lived in? If you don't count the apartment I wasn't an official resident of or staying with a friend for a month due to homelessness, we just moved into our fifth. Or sixth. It's too early when I'm taking this for math. Have you ever donated money to charity? Yeah. What’s your favourite type of exercise? Swimming. How many jobs have you had? Three or four... I'm not even sure because they were so incredibly short because fuck me and my anxiety, right? Who do you stalk the most through Facebook? Nobody. Have you ever deleted your Facebook, then brought it back? No. Write the first song that pops into your head: Well, I'm listening to "Freak On a Leash" right now. Has anything interesting come for you in the mail lately, besides bills? Nah. What is your main responsibility each day? Making sure my cat has food, water, and a clean litterbox. Do you feel like you fulfill those responsibilities? Yeah. I've slacked on the box before on bad mental health days where I can barely force myself to do anything, but I'm usually on top of it. Were you in the wrong during your last argument with someone? I don't recall what my last argument was. I think something w/ Mom. What bands did you used to love, that you don’t listen to much anymore? Hm. It's pretty rare I leave behind bands I've LOVED, so. Are you counting down to anything? tomorrow crihmus When was the last time you used spray paint? Oh, I have no idea. Maybe for an art project in HS? What color are the chairs at your kitchen table? Brown. Have you ever or do you plan on donating to any charities? Which ones? I've donated to some you would like pass by in the store if I had some spare coins or dollars on me, and when I cut my hair to as short as it is now, I donated it all to Children With Hair Loss. One of my most cherished memories is getting the certificate that it was used. I'm sure there's more, especially for school, but idr them. I 110% want to donate to charity streams when I have my own income source. Do you believe that life only gets harder or easier? I mean, this depends on your unique life. Do you know the middle name of the last person you kissed? Hm. I don't think Girt has a middle name, and I don't think Tyler ever told me because he was embarrassed by it. I know Sara's. Have you ever had sex with 2 different people in the same week? No. Who is the friendliest person you know? Probably my friend Girt. Last song you listened to? "Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez is on rn. Something that annoys you about summer: Just ONE thing???? Just about everything does. The only thing I enjoy is all the flowers. Well hell, that's even mostly a spring thing. It's mostly just... plain green in the summer. At least here. Too hot for damn flowers to survive. Something that annoys you about winter: The fact that if it snows here, we get barely anything at all. e_e Are the doors of your fridge side by side or on top of one another? Side by side. When was the last time you burned a body part other than your hands/fingers? I actually just burned the roof of my mouth yesterday. If you’ve moved out of the house you were born in, do you know the people who live in that house now? Nope. What’s one food that you eat more than twice a week? Definitely some form of bread. Do you like zombie movies? No opinion, really. What's the grossest/worst thing you’ve ever seen in a public restroom? UGH. This one time I was in the bathroom with Colleen (it's a girl thing lmao) at a gas station, she did what she normally does and checks under the seat, aND IT WAS COVERED IN BLOOD. It was fucking disgusting. What’s the most wasteful thing you regularly do? Ugh... use plastic bags when disposing of Roman's "business" in the litterbox. I feel absolutely awful using one every other day. If I wait any longer than that, Mom gets mad. What’s the most difficult apology you’ve ever had to give? Probably to Jason via that letter. That honestly wasn't that difficult after having fully accepted I fucked up too, though. I don't generally find it hard to apologize when I know I was wrong. Have you ever volunteered in a hospital? If not, would you ever want to? Fuck no. They depress the hell out of me. What was your worst Halloween costume? Idk, I don't remember almost any of mine. When was the first time you can remember feeling mature? When I checked into the doctor by myself. Yes, I know how sad that is at nearly 25. Have you ever had a disappointing Christmas, or any disappointing holiday if you don’t celebrate Christmas? As a kid, there was just one where I was disappointed in what I got. SO fucking ungrateful looking back on that shit. I can't even imagine feeling anything like that now. I cherish Christmas deeply, especially now with nieces and a nephew who experience such joy at Christmastime, and I get to see my dad and his wife and stepson, too. At this age, it truly is about family to me. Do you have any character bandaids in your house right now, or just plain ones? I think we may have some princess ones and some "boy" kind for if the kids are ever over. AKA never because their dad is far more concerned about only including his family in their lives. I don't think Ryder's ever even visited our house, and he's like, four years old. My sister's husband's parents live directly down their road, but still. It hurts Mom and I a lot that we don't seem to matter when it comes to visiting *us*. Have you ever had to give a pet away? Yeah, plenty of times with our old cat nest. What's the junkiest junk food you’ve ever eaten? I dunno, probably something at Disney as a kid. Did you play pretend a lot as a child? Were there any recurring plots or themes? Yeah. I had my "good guys" - a family of alligators, deer (um they were married and had kids don't ask me, man), and some Pokemon figurines - and three big dinos that were the "bad guys." How do you feel about runny egg yolks? Egg yolk is fucking repulsive. The one and only way it's going down my throat is in scrambled eggs. Has a teacher ever tried to teach you something that was undeniably wrong? Not that I remember. If for some reason you had to give up one of your hobbies, which would you choose? I dunno, I have so few already... Maybe World of Warcraft? I almost quit it recently anyway because I was bored and yet it took up so much of my time, but it'd be hard now with a new expansion having just come out with soooo much to do. Man... I dunno. Have you ever hidden a relationship from your family? No. How much do you know about first aid? No more than the average joe, really. Which of your relatives do you know the least about? Sadly, probably my dad's oldest daughter. I know only two things about her with certainty. Have you ever meditated? If so, did it do anything for you? Yes, and all it does is make me fidgety and lets me think too much. When was the last time you got ice cream from a truck? Hm... maybe when I was at a beach when I was on vacation with a friend? I was like, a pre-teen then though, so it's been forever. Do you know any sex workers? If so, how do they feel about their job? Not that I'm aware of. And honestly, I have mixed feelings, but I think I lean more towards it being just fine so long as boundaries are set and there are very clear understandings with each other. And you ABSOLUTELY need to be safe about it. I'd far rather people get off with a consenting individual than in... y'know, other ways. It's not my business, anyway. What’s the biggest art project you’ve ever attempted? How did it go? In high school, I did a huge acrylic painting on burlap of meerkats grooming. I am to this day still so proud of it; I worked so hard on it. I love how the fur came out, especially. I do wish I could do over the background, though. What kind of wild animals do you see most frequently where you live? Excluding the obvious birds, there are tons of squirrels, and you see opossum and racoon roadkill a lot, tragically... Every now and then, you'll see deer in fields in the morning or dusk. Have you ever cooked anything other than s’mores over a fire? Yeah, hot dog.s Are there any items in your house that you use for something other than its intended purpose? I'm positive there's something. Probably everyone has an example. OH! Looking in just my room, Venus' terrarium has saran wrap covering the top to help keep humidity in. What do you hope the afterlife is like? Really, I go back and forth between hoping it's like... this state of nirvana and where you reunite with loved ones and experience infinite peace if deserved, or just the entire lack of existence anymore. I wonder sometimes if I'd want to be sentient forever. But, with me believing in a spirit realm, I don't think the latter is the case. What’s the worst behavior you’ve ever seen from a child? I think I once saw a kid smack their parent's arm or something? I don't really know. Have you ever planned an act of revenge? "No, but i daydream about it." <<<< Ha, yeah, I have. Do you and your parents share any of the same hobbies? Yeah. Mom surprised me when she told me she likes writing (even though I never see her do it), and Dad likes video games. Do you have any physical photo albums? Yes. Would you feel comfortable working at a sex shop? NOPE. Who was the worst friend you ever had? It's funny, Colleen did incredible things for me, but she also fits this description, too... Have you ever campaigned for a political candidate, or otherwise played an active role in an election? I mean, I voted, does that count? What’s the coolest hand-me-down you’ve ever gotten? What about the best one you’ve ever given? I have no idea. Do your parents and grandparents get along with each other? Dad got along perfectly fine with his parents, but my mom and her mother had a rocky history. Grammy treated her awfully sometimes. They'd been fine for many, many years, but Mom could never forget some things and always felt like she wasn't "good enough" in her eyes. I'm pretty sure Mom got along just fine with her dad. Do you have any framed photos of your pet(s)? Yes. Do you share photos of your pet(s) on social media? Um, duh. In 3 words, describe the last male you talked to. Who WAS the last guy I talked to... Do you own any of your favorite films on DVD? Which one(s)? No. Have you watched anything on Netflix lately? No. The last thing I did on Netflix was watch the first episode of The Witcher, and even though I liked it, I didn't continue. I just... don't enjoy watching TV, especially if it really requires you to pay attention. Have you ever heard someone snoring and thought it sounded cute? Besides animals, no. Are you particular about what you eat? In what way(s)? Yeah, I'm VERY picky, especially with textures. Is anyone close to you particular about what they eat? In what way(s)? Yes, my niece. She's autistic and has the symptom of being incredibly picky with things like textures, too. She is the one child I have ever known that doesn't really like eating. Is there someone in your life who can always make you smile? Always, no. Have you worn lipstick at any time recently? What color? No. I last wore black forever ago just to take pictures. Do you like wearing eyeshadow to match the color of your clothes? No; in the very rare instance I put on makeup, the eyeshadow is always black. What song reminds you of your childhood? Jesse McCartney songs, for sure. And Backstreet Boys. What’s your least favorite month? Maybe August. I'm sick and beyond tired of summer by that point. Nothing exciting going on. What do you do when you’re bored in class and not paying attention to the teacher? When I was in school, I honestly always paid attention because I wanted to pass. Have you ever baked a pie? No. Last person you shared food with? Mom. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Definitely not. Were you smiling in the last picture taken of you? I don't think so, if that witchy photoshoot was the last time I had a pic taken of me. Do you answer the phones at your job? I did at two old jobs. Were you a hyper or mellow kid? I was kinda hyper. What are you drinking? Would you believe me if I answered "water"????? Did you get any compliments today? No. What last made you laugh? I think a moment in a WoW stream I was watching last night. Which of your friends is the easiest to talk to? Sara. What was your best summer ever? /shrug Do you have a favourite sibling? No. What color is the blanket/quilt on your bed? Navy and black. Favorite milkshake flavour? Just chocolate. Sometimes I'm in the mood for vanilla, though. Best year of your life? 2017. It's funny how that year started with a suicide attempt but wound up being the best year of my life. NEVER hestitate to reach out for help when you need it. How loud do you like your music in the car? Too loud lmao. Prefer to write or read? Write. Favourite apps? Pokemon GO, haha. What is a fruit you refuse to eat? Absolutely refuse? Maybe like, cantaloupe. Would you rather gain weight or lose weight? It'd to fuckin fantastic if I could lose 100 pounds. :^) I gained like thirty since moving... Would you rather gain height or lose height? Gain a tiny bit, I guess? But I'm fine with where I'm at. Are both your eyes the same color? Yes. Do you like glittery things? Yes, but not touching them and getting glitter everywhere. Ever watched a play in the theatre? Yes, at Disney World and also for school field trips. How many followers do you have on instagram? A depressing amount for someone desperately trying to be a photographer lmaooo. I mean I don't post on it a lot, so that doesn't help, but yeah. My secondary photography account (for roadkill/vulture culture stuff) has more than my main one. How about twitter? Don't use it. How much would I have to pay you to get you to do karaoke? I don't know, I'd be terrified of embarrassing myself. Last time you went ice skating? Never. Painting or drawing? Drawing, by far. Art or science? Now that's tough, but art. Dancing or singing? Dancing. History or geography? Geography is interesting. Favourite season? Autumn. Do you watch Supernatural? I did up to the end of Season 6. I loved it, I just was losing interest in TV, and also Jason and I broke up (we always watched it together) so I didn't want to watch something triggering memories. If you could change your eye color would you? Yes, to either a pure sapphire blue or emerald green. Are both your ears pierced? Yes. Are you lying down? Yes. Is there a tv in your room? No. Do you celebrate Thanksgiving? Yeah. Do you like fortune cookies? Yeah, they're oddly tasty. Do you have anxiety? You fuckin bet I do. Favorite clothing shop? RebelsMarket. How do you feel about peeing in a cup at the hospital? Is it embarrassing? No? It's too normal to be embarrassing. I mean I wrap toilet paper around it so you don't actually see, y'know, but I'm not embarrassed carrying that. Do you prefer fruit or vegetables? Fruit, by a long shot. What do you hate being called? "Bee." An old best friend who did nothing but lie about her entire life called me that. What color is the last car you were in? White. Ever studied abroad? No. Ever pulled out a tooth? Yeah, when I was a kid. Three celebrity crushes? Mark Fischbach, Link Neal, Hannah Hart. Ever been married? No. Are you proud of yourself? In most ways, no. Do you like grapes? Yep. How often do you cook for your family? Never. Is anyone in your family a lawyer? My cousin is, actually. Is anyone in your family an architect? Don't think so. Own any crystals? No. Favourite thing to write with? (pen, pencil, highlighter) Pencil. Top 5 favourite alcoholic drinks? I don't know, I haven't tried enough that I actually enjoy. Would you date someone bald? Yeah. Would you date someone who doesn’t want kids? I don't want kids either, so that's the only kind of person I'd date. That's something you can't really disagree on if you plan on lasting. Do you like candles? Sure. Favorite memory with a sibling? I dunno, probably something from when we were little kids playing together.

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8 ROMANTIC HOTELs IN NUSA LEMBONGAN

Nusa Lembongan is not only within the province of Bali, but also this small island has a beauty like Bali. The beach, the sea is clean, the rocks are coral exotic, this is really a new paradise that must be explored. Make sure before you go there how to get to Nusa Lembongan.

From wherever you are in Bali, there are 3 choices of ports to attack to Lembongan. Sanur, Padang Bai, and Tanjung Benoa. If Padang Bai is used to going to Lombok and Gili Trawangan. While Tanjung Benoa, this is the center of water sports such as snorkeling, paragliding, and a place of the cruise for those bobbers who are above or just playing games. If from Tanjung Benoa, transportation usually takes the form of a cruise, then from Bai there is a cheap speedboat and people's boat and Sanur specializes in Lembongan and Penida. In Sanur, Bobbers can choose to ride speedboats and barges.

 SOME ROMANTIC HOTEL CHOICES

1. Dream Beach Hut

The first hotel recommendation for a break is the dream beach hut, this hotel has the coolest infinity pool Lembongan and there is a cute beach right in front of the hotel, another bonus, Dream beach hut is located right next to Devil Tears, Unfortunately, we don't get an empty room, because the booking time is already close to vacation schedule so full. Tips, wherever bobbers want to stay while in Lembongan, make sure to book a hotel from the previous day, Lembongan and Ceningan include small islands and island end to less than 1 hour, maybe because of the limited land divided by many hotels, restaurants, and homes, so there are no big hotels like Bali, 1 hotel only has how many rooms, so who can quickly get his room. The hotel is located on dream beach, jungutbatu, lembongan island, klungkung regency, Bali.

2. Sadeg Lembongan

Another hotel that is not less interesting and is good at providing beautiful natural scenery and has a swimming pool limit is Sadeg Lembongan. Why Sadeg Lembongan? Because this hotel has a infinity pool and also as far as the eye can see it is very beautiful to rest from the hustle and bustle of life. The hotel is located on Mushroom Bay, Nusa Lembongan, Jungutbatu, Kec. Klungkung, Kabupaten Klungkung, Bali.

3. The Palms Ceningan

The Palms are located in Nusa Ceningan, rates start from IDR 1,500,000. The rooms are also very limited and for staying here at least you have to reserve 1 month before you go there. The Palm Ceningan itself has an infinity pool overlooking the sea which is very beautiful, the choice of rooms also has many options for you to stay there. You will not be able to forget the atmosphere when you were relaxing by the pool and seeing the wide view and the cool air. This hotel is located on Jl. Nusa Ceningan, Lembongan, Nusa Penida, Klungkung Regency, Bali.

4.Villa Genta

Villa Genta Ceningan has an outdoor swimming pool, bar, shared lounge and apart from that the villa Genta also has a family room, very adequate accommodation here you will get when staying there. The hotel also provides a terrace for guests, this accommodation is equipped with a 24-hour front desk, free wifi, and very satisfying room service. Not only that, the hotel rooms here are also equipped with a seating area and each room has a flat TV, and a private bathroom

5. Darsan Cottage

Our property design by the mind to know what is memorable to stay at the cottage and we keep the high tree nature, there is 60% green area, the concept with felt comfortable for our customers and natural wildlife, less of concrete and more coconut wood building, it is will be a more interesting and different experience to stay Located on the beautiful island of Lembongan, Darsan Lembongan Boutique Cottage offers a great getaway featuring an on-site restaurant, outdoor swimming pool, and free WiFi access. It takes a 5-minute walk from the property to Song Lambung Beach and a 4-minute drive to Lembongan Harbor. Getting to Bali Denpasar International Airport will take around 1 hour by boat and car. Each room here will provide you with air conditioning, a terrace, and a minibar. There is also an electric kettle. Featuring a shower, private bathroom also comes with free toiletries. You can enjoy the garden view from the room. Extras include a seating area. At Darsan Lembongan Boutique Cottage you will find a bar. Other facilities offered at the property include a shared lounge, luggage storage, and an ironing service. An array of activities can be enjoyed on-site or in the surroundings, including fishing, diving, and snorkeling. The property offers free parking.

6.Mamama Island Villa

Located in Nusa Lembongan, 250 meters from Sandy Bay Beach, Mamamia Island Villa provides accommodation with a restaurant, free private parking, free bikes, and an outdoor swimming pool. With a bar, the 4-star hotel has air-conditioned rooms with free WiFi, each with a private bathroom. The accommodation offers a 24-hour front desk, room service and currency exchange for guests.

The units at the hotel are equipped with a seating area. All units will provide guests with a desk and a kettle.

A continental breakfast is available daily at Mamamia Island Villa.

The accommodation offers a sun terrace. The area is popular for cycling, and bike hire and car hire are available at Mamamia Island Villa.

Popular points of interest near the hotel include Mushroom Bay, Dream Beach, and Crystal Bay. The nearest airport is Ngurah Rai International, 86 km from Mamamia Island Villa, and the property offers a paid airport shuttle service.

7. Mamama Island Villa

Pandana Boutique Hotel is located on a hill in Lembongan Island, just 200 meters from Selagimpak Bay. This hotel features a restaurant, 2 outdoor pools, and rooms with a patio. Wi-Fi and parking are free.

Air-conditioned rooms at Pandana Boutique Hotel come with wooden furnishings and have plenty of natural light. Included in each non-smoking room are a tea/coffee maker, minibar, and private bathroom with walk-in showers.

Guests can enjoy a body massage, or go on a fishing and diving trip. Taking a stroll in the garden and lazing on the terrace are other good recreation activities. Babysitting service is also offered.

The open-air restaurant serves a fine selection of local dishes and beverages. Refreshing drinks are available at the bar.

Pandana Boutique Hotel is a 30-minute speed boat ride from Sanur Beach Port and a 40-minute drive from Ngurah Rai International Airport

8.Tamarind Resort

Nestled off the southeast coast of Bali, this heavenly island provides a sanctuary from the rush of the modern world. Guests can go diving, snorkeling, surfing, or just simply soak up the sun with breathtaking views of the many beaches the island has to offer Explore the beauty that this paradise has to offer. Take a walk and explore the local culture and tradition for unforgettable moments. Guests can also dine at Indica Restaurant at Tamarind Resort, a top choice among romantic Nusa Lembongan restaurants.