#but i cant put all my eggs in that basket because if i do and my future dragonite dies then im fucked again

[vivzzi]

ditto

part two , part three

The sounds of the cold breeze and students gossips fill the microphone on the camera. You show your homemade rice bowl you prepared for yourself for lunch and with a swift movement of the camcorder you show Shuntaro’s very plain bento box that contains rice, one fried egg and some greens. The camera moves slowly up to his face while he swallows the food. 

“Move that thing out of my face” 

The fake gasp you let out was picked up by the microphone. 

“excuse you but i’m trying to make memories with this” 

You point at the camcorder and move it back to Shuntaro’s face then to his meal then back to his face. All the camera gets is a smirk from Shuntaro. 

“Go film yourself instead of me and my lunch” 

“No because like i said i need to capture these memories. in 10 years we will look back at this and laugh at your very much depressing lunch.” 

Instead of the microphone picking up yet another sarcastic remark from Shuntaro it picks up the loud school bell hinting the start of their next lesson.Gym class. 

The camcorder is set down on the bench while it records you and Shuntaro packing up your meals and textbooks that were already out from studying. You pick up the camera and throw your bag over your shoulder. 

The shakes from the camera caused from the sprinting are visible since you and Shuntaro were already running late. 10 minutes late to be exact. The loud footsteps and panting filling the school hallway from running is clear to the camera’s microphone along with the laughs from both you and Shuntaro. 

Moving the camera to face behind you it catches Shuntaro’s moving legs while the rest of his body is glitching out. What else can you blame apart from the old camcorder. 

“come on shun you can run faster than that” 

The camera cuts off. 

The first thing the camera picks up is the students in the gymnasium playing basketball, capturing it from the side of the gym with a low angle close to the ground. 

“whats the whole point of filming gym class? pretty sure you wouldn’t want this to be a memory.” 

“Whenever we’re together memories are basically being made so of course i’m going to be filming this” 

Shuntaro’s annoyed face is being filmed. You smile looking at him through the view finder. 

“come on smile a bit more when youre with me.”

He looks at the camera and gives it a fake smile but a small glitch follows with it. 

“perfect” 

the rest of the footage is the basketball game happening in front of you and the camera while sitting on the ground spectating. 

The camera lens has water drops all over it from the current rain thats coming down. You show your white bicycle that has small spots of mud covering most of the white parts and Shuntaro’s sage green bicycle that he’s walking next to while pulling it with him. 

“you should’ve brought a jacket”

The camcorder is moved upwards to show shuntaros straight face with his hoodie covering his hair. 

“maybe you should give me yours and be a gentleman” 

“i cant do that” 

The sigh you let out is noticeable. You put the camera in your bike basket as you push some of the wet strands of hair from your face. The camera shows your path to the main road from your school. Yellow street lights with the dark blue sky due to the sun already setting because of the winter weather. The camera stays in the basket while it records the background sounds of the rain and your footsteps occasionally stepping in random puddles. 

you stop once the path ends leading you to the main road. you pick up the camera to show Shun’s while he stands next to you and your bike with his bike being set next to him. 

“say bye to the camera” 

You say as your hand can be seen waving at him towards the left hand side of the screen. He looks at the camera with a small smile pulling at his lips. 

“bring a coat next time” 

He turns right walking down the main street. You continue to record him even though the camera lens is full of fog and water droplets. Soon enough he turns into a blur of white and brown from his hoodie and brown school pants. 

you place the camera back into your basket leaving it to record and turn left not wanting to look back at Shuntaro. you mount your bike and ride down the street with the sounds of cars beeping and puddles being splashed by your bike. 

The camera dies. 

AN: This is the first part of the ditto series but before i post the rest of the chapters i wanna know if you guys actually enjoyed this. Also sorry if the writing is kinda shit, i haven’t wrote fanfic in a while and i really wanted to start writing for aib before season 2 comes out. Please leave your opinions in the comments.

<3 viv 

#alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya imagine #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #arisu x reader #new jeans #fanfiction

[mwagneto]

i only ever buy physical tickets and budapest bérlet. you forget to charge your phone 1 time or leave your charger at home or anything and you're died. bitch i have fucking adhd. what if i drop the cunt in the toilet do i live here now?? at toilet?? please.

LITERALLY LIKE WHAT ? WHAT? what if the app doesn't work. what if my phone doesn't work. what if someone steals my phone so now i have no phone and no bérlet and im crying (because someone stole my phone) and i cant get home (because someone stole my phone)(and my bérlet is on it) so i'm just stuck somewhere with no phone (someone stole my phone) and no friends (they live in my phone) and no way of getting home (my bérlet is just a picture on my phone). like my god talk about putting all your eggs into one basket. and also call me a boomer (not like those labels are applicable anywhere outside the west lol anyway) but IF I PAY MONEY FOR SOMETHING. I WOULD LIKE THAT SOMETHING TO BE IN MY HANDS PLEASE ♥ like i'm not sending money to an app for a single image of a ticket what the fuck. give me a piece of paper or im blowing up the city

#the whole ''if I'm paying for smtg i need it to be physical'' is also part of my hatred for streaming services btw #like i am not paying 500000 forint for access to some videos online for a single month are you insane. like wgat the fuck #come here you are GOING on my fucking hard drive and my USBs. maybe even dvds if i feel up to it #especially if it's media i like bc like. the thought of only having month-by-month access to smtg i like is so fucking insane #like NO!!!!! you are GOING ! on my shelf. there forever now in my hands. thank you #especially coz a streaming service subscription for a month is like 8-20 dollars idfk #while i can get a dvd for like 1000 forint (2 dollar 3 cent 1 prayer). even less if it's used #and best of all i can just download anything for free. love and light<33 #man what the fuck kinda tangent is this. good lord #i got mail!

[starry-hughes]

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congrats star!!!

thank you!! it’s not set in stone yet and im trying not to put all eggs in one basket because i cant do that to myself again because it was hard this week when my other plan fell out (like sobbed for hours) but i have a good feeling about these. im really hoping so everyone better be sending good vibes

[fangirlstorycreator]

Since it's Easter, can we have some CK! Terry celebrating with his children? Like opening their easter baskets and doing an egg hunt?

Omg of course! Thank you for the ask 😁 I hope you enjoy 💚

Normally when you wake up you can feel Terry's arms around you, sometimes he even wakes you up with little kisses along your neck. But this morning you sat up in bed by yourself. You were a little confused? This wasnt like Terry? He always loved waking up with you. However, that's when you stand up, look out of your bedroom window and see Terry in the back garden as its decorated in many bright colours. He has put up pink, blue and yellow banners in the garden with cardboard cutouts of the Easter bunny and little pictures of eggs. He was knelt down in the grass and reaching into some of the flower beds, placing little Easter eggs in and around the garden. You absolutely loved watching him do this for your children, ever since you and Terry had became parents, Terry was always a devoting and caring dad, like he was born to be one.

Any opportunity he had that he could celebrate or do something fun with the kids, he was all over it. You smile through the window before getting dressed and headed down stairs. As you walk into the kitchen, you see Terry and he is cooking the whole family breakfast. "Good morning mr bunny" "Good morning sweetheart" he says while you give him a sweet kiss. "Mr bunny? That's not a nickname I have heard you use before?" "Well you seem to be taking after the Easter bunny from what I could see out of our bedroom window" He realises what you mean and he chuckles at you. "Ah yes, well I just wanted to make Easter special for everyone. Hence the decorations and Easter egg hunt outside" You wrap your arms around his shoulders and look into his eyes, as he rests his hands on your hips. "You are the just the sweetest husband and dad aren't you?" "I definitely try to be..."

He says before closing the gap and slowly and tenderly kissing you, just enjoying every moment of your lips in his. However, its disrupted when you hear.... "Eewww! Mummy, Daddy!" "That's yucky" come the voices of your son and daughter behind you. "Good morning you two" you say as you grab some cups for their juice. "That was so gross, I'm never getting a boyfriend" your little girl says "Good, I'm glad to hear that!" Terry says before letting out a little laugh. "So you two, do you remember what day it is?" "Well duh, it's Sunday dad" your son happily says. "No no little man, its Easter! And if you both look outside then you will see what the Easter bunny has done..." The kids look out of the back door and see the garden that was all decorated. "Oh my God!" "That's so cool!" The kids both say.

Terry kneels down to their level "Breakfast isnt going to be ready for a while, so I think you guys can go and hunt for some easter eggs...... but you need to get dressed first. You cant go hunting in your pyjamas" They look disappointed "Aww dad!" "Come on dad please?" He stands back up and wraps his arm around your waist. "Well you could do as your told....or you can stay hear and I'm just going to kiss mummy again" "Yuck!" "Gross! Were going!" And with that they run upstairs to get dressed. You giggle as you hold him in your arms again. "Are we really that embarrassing to them?" "Were their parents sweetheart, it's our job to be embarrasing" You both chuckle before sharing a sweet kiss. "Oh! That reminds me, I haven't forgotten about my beautiful wife" He reaches into the kitchen cupboard and pulls out an Easter egg especially for you. "Oh Terry that's so kind of you, you didnt have to do that" "I know sweetheart, but take a good look at it, just hold it even"

When you hold it in your hand, it feels quite heavy. "Gosh Terry, why is it so heavy?" "Because I had this one specially made for you at a lindt factory. It's not hollow, it's a completely solid lindt chocolate egg!" You are shocked but so pleased at what he has done for you. "Oh babe, that's amazing, thank you so much. How can I repay you?" He chuckles at you "Well, you know that the kids are staying at their friends house tonight? Well maybe you could wear that blue and black outfit tonight? The one you have stashed away in your underwear drawer?" "I would be more than happy to do that for you Terry, my hard working husband deserves a little treat. But I still feel kind of bad that I didnt get you a chocolate egg" "Oh dont you worry about that....I may have taken a visit to an adult shop the other day....and I bought some chocolate that I can...let's just say...use tonight....I'll definitely be getting a little sweetness, in the best way I can...."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

[rotshop]

I remember literally sighing when they announced Marooner's being added. Most boring map or rip out your tentacles annoying and it depends solely on whether or not the rotation is good because you can have the best squad and still struggle to get to wave 3, just to wipe out. If any map needed a rework from the series it's dumpster Bay.

Please dump more of your thoughts on Marooner's, it's so bad.

🏭

GRAHHHHH I HAVE . so many thoughts on so many of the maps in splatoon 3 i really really do but marooners is like my nemesis im like sat in my big fluffy flowy night robe with a cigarette holder and staring off into the dark menacingly thinking about it you don't understand just how deep my feelings about this map go .

marooners bay is IRRITATINGLY big and has so many unclimable walls. oh?? you wanna get to the basket in tornado?? well you better hope that your teammates are all on the exact same page and are the wellest of well oiled machines because if someone isn't A) getting eggs to the propeller B) splatting snatchers C) defending themselves / not getting fucking flattened by cohocks falling from the sky AND D) putting eggs into the basket efficiently then uhh woops !!! THAT'S A WRAP BAYBEE!!!!!!!!!!! WAHOO!!! GO TO PART TIMER.

you have to hope and pray that nobody cuts you off from the propeller because you probably (if we're talking higher rank playing here) won't have the time to aim and throw a golden egg up near the basket because some lesser salmonids are breathing down your neck. ORRRR you can go to the like ramp area near the back of the map and get flattened by a scrapper because everyone else is getting swarmed / far away. like i know this is an issue with just teammates but. this map is absolutely unplayable if you're doing freelance. if your teammates aren't aware of what bosses they can lure you're going to be stuck dying, being revived for 3 seconds and then dying again.

also the grates are bullshit like. oh my god they're so fucking STUPIDDDDDD . like that whole gap there between the rest of the upper area and the basket is soooo dumb. the only purpose it has is allowing people to move from one side of the map to the other quickly on mid/low tide i guess but. why even have it be like that. why should i have to use this little alleyway to get to the other side of the map when this just . isn't really a thing on other maps (ex. sockeye station) . the only other example of this i can think of is like. gone fission but that map is small and open enough that that isn't a huge issue?? at least in gone fission i can swim up a wall but nooo i have to walk the borders of texas just to get to the basket . anway back to the gap itself. its dumb as fuck. YES maps tend to have some kind of obstacle / thing going on around the basket!! (ex. sockeye stations basket is on a slightly raised platform, spawning grounds has a sort of wall by it) BUT THOSE ARE HELPFUL AND SURVIVABLE!!! AT LEAST IF I FUCK UP ON GETTING ONTO SOCKETES LEDGE ON HGIH TIDE I DONT IMMEDIATELY DIE!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW HUMILIATING IT IS TO KEEP TRYING TO SWIM TO THE BASKET BECAUSE I CANT OUTWALK A BOSS AND THEN FALLING INTO THE SEAS BECAUSE I THOUGHT MAP DESIGN WAS KIND AND LOVING!!! BUT NO!!!!

this rant has gotten so long that my food got here before i finished my thoughts on this map.

i have kind of lost my mind abt this so my points are a little scrambled up here but UGHHHH i hate this map. i desperately want it to be reworked so its smaller and less discombobulated because right now it feels like a frankenstein of a map that's not fun to play

#im being so serious when i say i refuse to play this map whenever its in rotation. doesnt matter HOW good the weapons are this map is hell #its annoying to play on freelance even if you luck out on teammates. none of us know what the others are doing until its too late #OK IM DONE I PROMISE I PROMISE I PR #asks #rot seethes #i GUESS. #im like standing with my arms crossed in the corner blaire witch style #mypoints here probably aren't great but uhh idk im allowed to be a hater and have the worst argument ever because im funny and silly

[draculuve]

theres always been lighthearted comments and jokes about those of us who unintentionally flit between interests, but im learning that there can be a deep kind of pain to it as well. because sometimes those interests will just fade away, or disappear as quickly as they came, both without you even noticing - but sometimes you discover something that brings you unbridled happiness and peace like nothing else, or you believe youve found your calling or life purpose, and you become so invested and enamoured with the joy and freedom of it all that you think theres no way it could only be temporary. you think ‘everything has finally fallen into place, everything is so right, my life is finally beginning, im finally free’. —and then you feel it. the tendrils of how you felt before, quietly seeping back in. you start losing your energy again; you start laughing and smiling less; you start doubting yourself and your aspirations. youve put all of your eggs into this perfect new basket, but now, where you used to look upon it with glee and pure love, you cant help but hear this voice at the back of your mind wondering why it doesnt look as pristine as it used to. asking ‘did you ever really like it? was that really what you wanted?’. when did your passion become past tense?

you try to ignore it or tell yourself youre just having an off day, because youre still attached to this new thing, its the centre of your whole world -- my god, sometimes it can even feel like its become part of your soul or entire being; you have nothing but adoration for it!! yet this preemptive grief still kicks in. even while youre actively engaging with whatever you were just honeymooning with, you simultaneously start to mourn it. you can hold on tight as you like, but that isnt what itll take to stop it from dissipating through your fingers. you feel outrage, because this that you now lived for or treasured is being taken from you for no reason at all, and theres nothing you can do about it. you feel lost and defeated and somewhat backstabbed. its a bit embarrassing, too, to have to go back to everyone who knows you and be like ‘youre right. it didnt last’. for the 100th time.

you spend the next unknown amount of time plunged back into disinterest and misery, fearing all kinds of things; fearing that youll never feel better again, that youll never see that previous ‘something’ in the same divine light, that youll never find something as good again, something that made you enjoy life. just as you believed the goodness wouldnt end, you dont believe this will end either. this extended period of mind-numbing, life-wasting dissatisfaction and boredom.

eventually you realise that this cycle is no different than clouds periodically covering the sun, or someone rampantly pulling the switch between summer and winter. your loves will still be there after the clouds pass; its all still waiting on the other side of this barren duration. and there may be something new for you then, or maybe something you managed to shelve and run, before the bad feelings could tarnish it; or something you salvaged from the negativity and to put back together with a tenderness that never left. theres so much consolation to be found in remembering that you typically do return to your old cherished things. sometimes with a gap of either months or many, many years, but ultimately youre both still there, ready for the right time and the right mental place to come together and create that spark again. the heartbreak of losing it once more will be right around the corner too, but thats when ill just have to remind myself that its only being taken to a collection of my other most prized interests and aspirations, and i can visit when the clouds have passed again

#just some thoughts #overdramatic? maybe #i dont know if its because of depression or adhd or anxiety/ocd thoughts being self fulfilling #but writing and reframing this made me feel kind of better so hopefully part of it will help someone else too #odim

[sleepy-miso-blog]

another heartbreak.

...you were my too much love, too much pain. great friend of mine.

...we fell in love too quickly the first time, and too slowly for the last thinking that we would last forever in this warm summer weather, not knowing i'd lose you for the last time.

there is no one else to blame in this situation but myself.

i cannot even say im surprised or completely dumbfounded, when i am the one who gave you the upper hand,

...time and time again.

i put all my eggs in one basket, not knowing where they'd be heading.

i showed you my hand of cards, not knowing yours nor your next move.

i gave you all the plays in my playbook, just for you to use all of it against me.

there is no one else to blame in this situation but myself, because i should've known better... right?

the one who was always hopelessly in love with you.

the one who was always willing to wait for you.

the one who watched you fall in and out of love with someone new.

the one who made sure you walked on the inside of the road, furthest from danger.

the one who made sure you ate, and not just ate tolerable food but ate well.

the one who took care of you when you were sick, with no care in the world if i were to get sick too.

the one who was patient and kind, when you'd lose your shit over the smallest things.

the one who'd want you and choose you no matter what.

the one who was overjoyed to even have 30 minutes of your time.

the one who never outgrew you.

so realistically, knowing that i gave you everything for the third time, is it really possible for you to say that it was ME who should've known better?

how could you be so cruel to never put me first, or at least before yourself in certain situations where i was clearly down.

how selfish were you to never meet me halfway, and blame me for falling so hard when you were reassuring me at the same time.

so no.

i should not be the one to know better because all i know is how to love you unconditionally when you choose to tolerate me under your conditions.

so no.

i will not become your friend where i am still accessible to you when you choose to want me or choose when to talk to me.

i am thanking you for the last time, for letting me go the way you did. in the end, i guess you did care even an ounce, is what i want to force myself to believe. you left to give me the chance to find the love i deserve, knowing that it is something you will never be able to give me, which is still a kind act in my eyes.

in my eyes, you truly did no wrong.

in my eyes, you were always 110% even when you felt like the world was against you.

we were lovers during the very few good times, and a burden to each other during hard times.

there is really nothing left to say. i cant imagine you with someone else and i know you dont want to see me with anyone either, which causes the both of us not to find what we want nor find the happiness we deserve.

although we are put into each others lives time and time again over whatever reason there may be. i hope that this is the last time because i am so tired of loving you and i know you are tired too.

and we will never work in this universe or the next, nor this life and those to follow, because i will always give when all you do is take.

my soul will always love you, unconditionally and uncoincidentally. no matter where life will take me, i am grateful to have had you when i did. you saved me without knowing, and that is the greatest love i could ever ask for.

...as you are the one who gets me the most, who makes me laugh the most.

...as you were the one who'd help me get through hard days

...as you were the one who believed in me more than yourself

and no,

you are not a bad person but you were just a bad lover.

and that is why i can never hate you, forever best friend of mine.

final goodbye, for this life and the next.

---may we never cross paths again.

#unspoken #poetry excerpt #excerpt #excerpts from my journal #excerpts from my mind #excerpt from a book i'll never write #excerpt from a story i'll never write #excerpts from my writing #excerpt from a book i'm writing #excerpt from a book i might write #first love #last love #heartbreak #heartache #heavy heart #spilled love #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled everything #spilled truth #spilled thoughts #in another life #in another universe #in another time #in another world with my smartphone

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Relying on His Strength and Guidance

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ John 6:43 Jesus answered them, “Do not grumble among yourselves

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+Jeremiah 17:5-6 Thus says the Lord: “Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh his strength, whose heart turns away from the Lord. He is like a shrub in the desert and shall not see any good come. He shall dwell in the parched places of the wilderness, in an uninhabited salt land."

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM TRUSTING ONLY IN GOD

I AM RELEASING MY MIND

I DEPENDING ON GOD

I AM STRONG

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THOUGHTS:

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Depending on people is something a lot of us do; we depend on people for happiness, for friendship for, and everything, but what makes it so hard for some of us is that we put all out eggs in one basket. When things seem to fall, we are left hurt and confused, but the Holy Spirit wants us to know that depending on people for everything will cause us the worst mistake because, just like things in this world, it could fade if it is not what God wants in your life.

Many of us dont know what God wants in our life because we never ask, but we must start asking what God wants in our life. Did he want this person, or did he want me to have this job or this car? So forth and so forth, but sometimes we jump up. We choose this or that, and when it dont come through, we are left with why did this happened? or why did that happened?

We have to start asking God what’s your will? & If it's not for me, remove it; if it's not going to elevate me, remove it; if it's not going to help me get closer to you, move it !! If it's not going to make me better in you, remove it because in this season, all I want is you, all I need is you, and all I desire is you; we have to start getting back to God so we may be close to him because if we keep going in the direction we are in we are going to lack every time !!

Lacking in the areas we need most comes from sometimes disobedience; sometimes we lack because we dont move when God says it , God is telling some of us today that it is time to move, it is time to change, its time to do something different, but when he says it we must do it and not wait !! "Jeremiah 17:5-6 Thus says the Lord: “Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh his strength, whose heart turns away from the Lord. He is like a shrub in the desert and shall not see any good come. He shall dwell in the parched places of the wilderness, in an uninhabited salt land."

We are cursed when we depend on and trust in man & the flesh because when we do this, we lose trust and we turn away from God; we shouldn't turn away from God for anyone; we shouldn't let anyone change who and what we feel for the Lord ,because when we do this, we gradually lose interest in God, we lose interest in the things of the spirit.

God is waiting for us to let go of the things of this world, the Israelites found out there metal idols where NOTHING , and THINGS couldn’t provide for them they were so upset with God . One day that they wondered why he didn't he come through for them , but God had provided all he could , are you looking at what God has blessed you with and saying it’s not enough , we have to learn to be grateful & content with what God has given us.

"Psalm 146:3 Put not your trust in princes, in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation.

During this time of era people used to depend on prince and princess for everything, but now today they depend on money and big cars and fancy things, but the word is telling us dont depend on these people & things because they can't give us salvation, they can't love us, they can't send us to heaven or hell ,they can't do anything but as we allow them to have power in our life we think they can control everything, but they cant, people only have as much power in our life as we give them, who are you giving power too?

I spent half the time when I was in the world giving people power over me, thinking about what I had to do to make people stay and that I needed them. When I gave my life to Christ the Holy Spirit showed me that I dont need people to stay to make me happy; all I need is for God to make me happy ,to give me joy and to complete me.

***Today stop giving people power over you and what you do, and stop giving people power over your thoughts and who you are. The only person we have to give ourselves to and power over us is God ! God is all we need when it come to anything he’s having a friend or family member to help here and there but we can’t let them ever take the place of God when we allow things and people to take the place of God they become an idol. STOP ALLOWING PEOPLE TO BE AN IDOL & GIVE GOD BACK THE REIGNS TO YOUR LIFE! ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father we praise you for always loving us and never leaving us . Lord we ask that you guide us through whatever problems and circumstances we might have . Forgive us of the sins we have done help us to be connected with you . Lord change our heart and mind , change us so that we have more of desire to live righteous help us not to depend on people but just you . Lord we need we cast down every imagination and send it back , lord we block every evil a demonic attack . We block every unseen spirit trying to bond our life . We deal this prayer with the blood of Jesus in Jesus Name Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ Exodus 14:14 The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”

+Proverbs 4:26 Ponder the path of your feet; then all your ways will be sure.

+ Zechariah 4:6 Then he said to me, “This is the word of the Lord to Zerubbabel: Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord of hosts.

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FURTHER READINGS

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Ezekiel 44:1-45:12

1 Peter 1:1-12

Psalm 119:17-32

Proverbs 28:8-10

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[geckobrains]

i am trying, i swear to god that im trying. i hope you can believe that, i know with my track record maybe its hard to. i will continue to live.

to everyone that left because they couldnt keep waiting for me to get better any longer: i dont blame you, you were right to do so and i hold no ill will towards you. i have made a lot of people wait an awful long time, and i know sometimes you just cant wait anymore. ive done it to others who i couldnt wait for either.

to anyone who has managed to stick around: thank you, but please know its not necessary, and you are still within your right to leave because i know its still gonna be a while before my shit is together.

im still going to live, but for the next little while im going to have to settle with "just getting by". just another of 1 million "transitional periods". at the very least im going to try to maintain myself so i dont go down again. so im probably not gonna be fully happy but also no longer fully miserable, if i can help it. taking care of myself just enough that i can be in a stable state of "just okay". okay is good enough, sometimes. good enough for now, at least.

i hope i can maybe find a little more to live for again. unfortunately while id love to put some eggs back in the "love is everything" basket, i cant really do that right now. deep down i still love love and i love loving but right now with the way things are its best not to be the focus of things. the "love is everything" basket is great but unfortunately doesnt account for my own borderline personality disorder lol. probably stuff's mostly gonna be in the "self preservation" & "keeping my promise to keep my cat safe" baskets (with a teeny bit in the "spite" basket too).

& again i ramble. oh well, i always ramble. everybody knows it. but that's all for now.

#phibrains #sorry but im not actually sorry. i need to get my feelings and thoughts out a little. #sometimes you gotta get a little personal. you just gotta! #but this one is staying minorly positive/mostly neutral so i think its more okay if its not yknow. breakdowns and screaming and crying

[triciaeraestudyblr]

Lessons I learned after losing 50,000php. (I had it back.)

Disclaimer: this is not because of gambling, not a scam, not hacked, not robbed the cause was pure business failure. (Failure is inevitable in business and life.)

This story is by far the scariest I experienced but I love how it was still filled wisdom. Otake that learning with me for the rest of my career.

As a risk taker, go getter, unstopable girl what happened taught me to take my time, slow down, reflect, re evaluate everything and be cautious.

Some of the most well-known entrepreneurs out there today failed miserably before they succeeded.

I am one of the most frugal person during the first year of working I know that there should be a lot of delayed gratification especially if you're like me who aims to build and live life independently.

I am aware of different advises such as:

Live beneath your means

Don't go broke trying to look rich

Never put all eggs in one basket

Success takes time, hard work and consistency.

Do not let other people borrow money you cant afford to lose

Know the people you are helping, investing and doing business with.

Not everyone has the same heart like you.

not a scam because I only invest in people I know

Hence,the very important lessons I learned. for sure will help me and

Mistakes are part of the process

This is a major finance mistake I had at first it was hard to admit and

This is part of the process.

24 Whoever spares the rod hates their children, but the one who loves their children is careful to discipline them.

Proverbs 13:24

19 Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent. -Revelations 3:19

take that learning with me for the rest of my career.”

2. God won't put you in a situation without preparing you for it.

The night before I knew I lost my 50,000

"The calm before the storm."

hours before I knew about it my former students visited me at work.

I was giddy happy.

I received a message that

I got off the call and I was in shock. I was out in the middle of nowhere on this TV show and no way to get home. No way to even cry. I felt sick. I felt worse than sick

3. Ask God for wisdom

I didn't asked anyone's for advise about one decision I made and I made it hastly, the danger of relying on your own understanding without seeking God first

Proverbs 19:20-21

Hear counsel, and receive instruction, that thou mayest be wise in thy latter end.

 There are many devices in a man's heart; nevertheless the counsel of the Lord, that shall stand.

4. Never lose sight of what is important.

I didn't get mad , that 50,000php was something I poured my time, efforts to earn.

“I forgot what was REALLY important in life. Me. Health. Family. Sometimes you become so focused on business that you stop paying attention to the other things and in my case it was so detrimental I almost lost everything. I had a successful multi-million pound business, but I almost lost my wife, my children, and I suffered a breakdown. It made me re-evaluate everything. 

5.  only do business with people you respect and like. A lot. I was scared. But I knew this: I had been through worse things in business (well…almost) and I had always bounced back

: I was alive. Might as well enjoy it. Might as well love it. Might as well immerse myself in it. The horror of losing $9 million might change my bank account. But what a story!”

5. God will never leave you empty, he can restore and replace everything you that has been lost.

Job 5: 17-18

17 “Blessed is the one whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.

18 For he wounds, but he also binds up; he injures, but his hands also heal.

[fataleefemmee]

him

waited 6 days... it gets harder and harder, especially when im having a bad day and all i want to do is crawl into bed with him. this time we spoke about it a lot, he opened up a lot about that whole scenario.. its not even real. the more he explains it, the more i realize just how trapped he is and it is sad. he needs to let go, but only he can make that choice. if he wanted to, really wanted to he would. how do you expect me to wait? i can be swept up in a moment, and what if i realize i dont want this? am i putting to many eggs in one basket with him? I feel like no one really knows him the way i know him right now... hes so different, hes a man truly, a powerful one. i just feel so at peace with him, and he does really know how to put me first, he is always putting me first.

i dont know what i want, im craving his attention, im craving him. we just have so much fun, and i truly enjoy every second, theres not a moment when i find myself bored or not enjoying a moment. last night it was our typical intense intimate moment for over an hour, i cant believe how long he lasts. he knows how to please me, he knows i love watching him fuck me in the mirror, especially when he tells me to watch him fuck me. he is so gentle yet so rough with me. i love when hes sweaty, it turns me on 10 times more.

then i lay on his chest and we talk and talk and each time he opens up. i told him the real reason i broke up with my ex, and he was taken aback, he couldnt believe it and i felt a little vulnerable to tell him all of that but i am glad i did because i felt like no one really knows the truth, and i trust him, a lot.

after talking for hours, it was 3:30 a.m. and i wanted him again just as bad as he wanted me. this time i had to fight back saying i love you, and i felt that he was fighting it back too, or im delusional. the way he looks at me in that moment, how close he is to me, the way he kisses me, the way he watches me, what he says to me.... its in those exact moments that i feel like were both holding back those three words, 8 letters, and a whole lot of meaning. is he capable of love, he hasn't been in love in a while, is he in love? am i?

i woke up to his head between my legs, and then shortly after his body between my legs and his lips on my neck. deep, and sensitive.. his first words after his long exhaled sigh, was "good morning." i could wake up like that every morning, as i know he can too. kissing him goodbye knowing i have to pretend like i dont care is hard. i just dont know if i care a lot or not, whats wrong with me.

[appleatcha]

I had a long winded thing typed and tumblr deleted it 😭 so here we go again !

I wanted to waffle a bit about the shift in tone/aura of my blog lately.

My blogs vibe has shifted a lot since its inception, but I had really gotten into this "positivity inclusive (read: anti-trad/anti-terf) housewife" thing in 2023. And in the months I spent focusing on that in my life I learned so much about gratitude and positive thinking that has truly fundamentally changed my mental health and how I see and experience the world around me. But it always felt like I was just ignoring a huge part of myself.

I would come on here and write about gratitude and positivity and subconsciously I feel like I postured myself as this elegent and soft spoken lady when thats....not me at all. I am an air-headed and ham-handed lady that either doesn't take something seriously or has panic attacks over how serious i believe something is. I am awkward and stiff and most importantly I am NOT a positive, perfect kind of person that I feel like my blog gave off. I am an anxious mess and have a tendency to be negative. Which is a big reason why I focused so much on positivity and gratitude, which again has really positively impacted me. Even with my anxiety and mental health struggles I am way less negative than I ever was before.

I've mentioned before, but the end of 2022 brought up some challenges for me that I had never encountered before and never thought I would encounter. And I feel like I really grabbed onto the whole positivity/gratitude shtick as a way of avoiding coping with that. But when my I had to resuscitate my husband last month along with a few other stressful things that were new experiences for me, I think it kind of "uno-reversed" the stress of late 2022 and I had a real "I've lost myself bit" introspection.

I've said it twice, but the complete focus on positivity and gratitude and my role as a wife and a mother helped me so much. So much in fact, that I spent some time struggling with the thought that I'd lost myself a bit. I had this thought of "well, this way of thinking and living has done me so good, why should I ease off the gas?". But in focusing so much on that side of me, I was neglecting the other side of me. I couldn't tell you how many times my husband would sit me down and say something to the effect of "Nivids, you're going too hard in the sauce. You don't have to put all your eggs in one basket" and I would write it off. And as usual, here i am realizing that he knew me better than myself all along yet again!

So I've been trying to let loose on here. I refused to post about my interests on here beyond "nature, appalachia, housewife, positivity, gratitude, and occasional witchery" because I didn't think my weird interests or humor could mesh well with it. But im trying to just not give a damn. This has also coupled with an effort to engage in my silly weird interests in my real world life as well.

My husband points out a lot that I don't let myself enjoy my own things. One thing about my husband is that he drops some harsh truths sometimes lol. One big one is that 99% of the situations i feel i CANT do something, i am just not letting myself do it. For example, if I lament that I haven't had a chance to watch a video I've been waiting to watch because my son has been watching his stuff on TV, he will say "you can tell him he's had his turn and watch your tv" and I think "wow, I guess I really did just want to feel powerless to validate my inaction huh". And I think I've been doing a lot of that self-regulation this year to cope with everything that's been going on.

All of that is to say, I am sorry if you followed me this year because you are a fellow housewife and enjoyed my peaceful, nature-centric positivity and are like WTF happened to this girl when I start posting Mary Reilly, Chris Fleming, and clown doll lmao

#Yeas i am co opting the term waffle from ofherbsandaltars

[mesquitehoney]

i never planned on getting married nor do i want to now but i wish my grandma could have spoken to my boyfriend again. they met twice and it was brief and she asked me a lot about him when id see her but i never got to take him to california with us nor did she interrogate him. she saw me graduate and finish my first year of university and was with me from my birth at least every week until i moved out. she was like another parent or i guess she and my grandpa were like a unit of parent. she took me to school and we were late every time because we ate a slow egg breakfast together in the mornings and we’d watch movies super late into the night. she only ate butter and no salt on her popcorn and after we ate it in the bed we’d strip the bed and shake it off so all the kernels and bits of popcorn wouldn’t poke us when we slept. she taught me how to fold laundry (making the corners kiss). even as i write this i cant fully think of her because it is too much. i’ve had to just push everything down because when i really think about her and really feel in my body how i felt about her it paralyzes me. my mom and her parents raised me but i remember the times with my grandma so much more vividly because it was always a treat to see her even though it was often. she made the best scrambled eggs cooked in butter and folded into a square. i remember washing lettuce in her white basket spinner and hand tearing every piece for salads. we had weekend dinners at her house where she made cantonese food her dad would make and my grandpa made what he ate in arkansas. we had pork beans, baked potatoes (i always had sour cream and a lot of salt), steak (i gave it to my cousins), and my grandma would make dry ramen noodle salad, shumai, and char siu bao. that was her favorite food ever. i only ate pork with her and we would split giant char siu bao. she and my grandpa would drive an hour away to the best dim sum to get it and it was so sweet and fluffy. we watched movies i definitely shouldn’t have been watching at 7 but now they’re my favorite and most nostalgic ones. night of the hunter, american graffiti, flower drum song, phantom of the opera, time bandits, the neverending story. movies like snow white and the land before time as well. i distinctly remember watching shrek for the first time in her back bedroom on the big tube tv and being shocked when donkey said “damn” and i whipped my head over to look at her bc i felt guilty for his cussing but she was asleep. she never slept through the night and went to bed in the ams. when i was sick she used an acupressure stick on my foot and followed a youtube video for clearing sinuses using pressure points in the feet. she cooked incessantly until her second heart attack. she traveled with my mom and i when i was a baby. we went to goodwill to find knick knacks and plushes. she always had me sleepover and would drive me home in the middle of the night if i got homesick or scared. i had jaundice as a baby and instead of putting me under the lamps she took me home and held me outside in the sun every single day when my mom was too tired. she breastfed her nephews and nieces when her sisters couldn’t. she probably nursed for years after my youngest uncle was born. she had a mean streak like me. as she got older and her hand scrunched up from parkinson’s i saw it in her that she was giving up a bit. she stopped cooking and walking. i dyed her hair and put curlers in it under her careful instruction. i cut it about a year ago into her famous angled bob. she had long long fingernails and would scratch my arm and back with them and it felt so nice, and then she’d ask me to scratch her arm though mine were short. we drank a thousand cups of tea together. when i think of her i feel a painful ache in my forehead and sinuses and back of my throat and my chest. i wanted to evaporate into nothing after her funeral. i know she is at peace now that she can’t feel pain. she’s asleep and unconscious and not suffering because she is dead. i have more to say but i cant. i love my grandma. i will miss her forever

#now i have her name as my middle name and she is with me every day like that #i have her bracelets and pictures and every sample of her handwriting i could find and save but none of it will ever come close to #feeling her soft wrinkled skin on mine #ill never get to see her dark spots and moles again nor shampoo her hair nor make us tea #the absence after death is the worst #someone is there all the time and then gone again forever and cant come back

[stephaniedola]

tw nonconsensual kissing tw #justborderlinethings

why cant i bring myself to unfriend him?

i still can't help but feel i invited it by letting him flirt with me all these years. flirting back, even. sending lewds, even. i liked the attention he gave me, and i felt like no matter what, i would always have power over him if i denied him in the long run, which i always made clear that i would. we would never be a thing. but that was always over text.

he was my friend, and he took advantage of what little trust in him i even had. one of 3 times ever he was around in person and he kissed me without my consent. he's old enough to be my grandfather. i told him don't worry, just don't do it again. but i was clearly distraught. i dissociated. at a social dinner, the last time i saw him, i ignored him. he's not stupid. he knows he fucked up

i know that even if he had tried to remedy the situation, there's not much he could do. but we had this weird, fucked up, lonely thing for so long... i cannot help but feel hurt that he never even tried to patch things up.

he would claim he loved me. he would claim he would be distraught to lose me, and i always warned him i was not a good basket to put eggs in, never mind all of them. if he loved me, he needed to be careful not to lose me.

but that was clearly a lie. because he never apologized, no, never even asked if i was okay. at least, a week after i fully stopped responding to him, he stopped texting me good morning and good night every day like he had for two full years

i haven't heard a thing since. so why cant i just pull the plug?

#idk why im even posting this tbh i guess just because im trying to stop thinking about this old ass fuck #thots et al

[hanniiesuckle17]

Dating Seo Changbin

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long!!! i hope you like it <3 oof its been a while since I've done this style so here we go

Requested: @mrsunshine999

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoee @poeticallyspaghetti @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @yangomangos @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @multi-net​

Warnings: cussing, changbin being best boi, 

First of all....reader you are one lucky bitch.

Dating THE changbin

damn

Changbin is definitely one of the more domestic boys

He thriiiives with being a cuddly soft boyfriend

You probably met his parents on like your fourth date

But it was like a surprise thing 

He was like “Stop by my place because I’ve got to take care of somethings before we go out”

and you were like sure whatever so you get there like twenty minutes early and knock on the door

changbin opens and says you can wait in the living room while he is grabbing some things

first of all you notice his house is super fuckin nice

you’re like “mental note to ask who his decorated is” 

so he goes off and you walk in the living room and there are his parents just looking at you with kind expectant smiles

and you’re like “ummmm.........hello........changbin’s parents....”

changbin is like walking in and out of the room completely unaware that you are lowkey shitting your pants because omg his parents are right there and you were not prepared for this you were just promised food

its then you realize this is his parents house and he freaking tricked you into meeting them

by the time he sits down next to you on the couch you’ve practically sweated through your nice outfit and answered a billion questions

“I told you, I pick good ones mom- OW!” 

you pinched him really hard and made a nervous look towards the door. 

He laugh and got the message

the two of you said goodbye and you proceeded to whack him very hard the second the door closed behind you

loves to spoil you

anytime you're mad at him the next day you find a very expensive flower arrangement as well as a nice piece of jewelry on your desk or doorstep

he never lets you pay for anything

in fact the most common argument you have is about him spending too much money on you or not letting you pay

one time after a really big fight he secretly paid your rent for the month (which led to you yelling at him again)

“CHANGBIN YOU PAID FOR MY RENT?!”

“I thought I was doing a nice thing!”

“Yes it was very nice but I want to do things for myself!”

“But you’re so....baby....my baby....I wanna take care of you.”

“I AM NOT BABY!”

he thinks you look really cute when you’re mad so you never really end up getting anywhere with arguments like that

changbin is definitely a huge cuddler

likes being both little and big spoon

his favorite sleeping position is probably you sleeping on top of his chest so he can hug you like a teddy bear (you have replaced Munchlax haha)

probably takes you on the most aesthetic dates

he loves being your personal photographer

he can’t show you off on the skz insta so he probably has like a separate private account just to post really cute pictures of the you and him

changbin is a huge fan of couple clothes 

like any kind

his favorite is finding couple shoes like sneakers. 

he likes knowing that he could wear them onstage and bring a piece of you into the public view but its like his lil secret

changbin is like super no no about scandals so after a few months he probably announces the relationship before the press even think he is in one

changbin is like the pinterest boyfriend 

like he strives to be pinterest worthy

the boys give him so much shit about it but like lowkey he doesn’t care he just steals their coffee or something in revenge

he probably keeps like special products for you in his apartment

he always has the coffee or tea you like stocked in his kitchen

changbin is definitely the type to love hard and love fast so once this boy has you locked down in a relationship he just goes all in

you two probably move in together pretty quickly because this boy is just so anxious to be around you all the time

lowkey whiny once you move in 

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

“changbin you've said my name like 18 times what the hell do you want”

“i wanna hug.”

tries to use aegyo to get out of chores and housework

“I love dark my ass.” you say shoving a laundry basket in his arms and watching him pout 

late night gym dates at like two in the morning

the boys lowkey getting jealous of how much time he spends with you

Felix and Hyunjin basically live at your apartment

you don’t know how they got keys but somehow they are always there 

you’ll wake up one morning and felix will be randomly asleep on your couch for no reason

your dates are often crash by one of the boys but you honestly don’t mind because they are so much fun

changbin is actually the most caring and empathetic boyfriend

he always seems to know when you have a bad day or are just feeling bad about yourself

sometimes you don't even understand how he knows 

you’ll just be laying in bed on your phone after a really rough day and wanting to cry and changbin will just come up and give you the warmest gentlest bear hug 

he won’t say anything but he’ll just hold you until you want to talk or just cry it out

lets be honest changbin hugs would be the best tho

like he hugs with his whole being

in a relationship i feel like he is super affectionate so hugs are pretty common but he probably hugs differently for different circumstances

like he gives really gentle hugs when your sad and strokes your hair, kissing the top of your head

probably a big fan of quick side hugs when you're in public or with the boys

big cuddly hugs when you’re alone where he can rock you side to side or flop onto the couch with you

so ‘i love you’

again changbin falls fast and hard so he would for sure be the first one to fall in love

but he wants you to say it first because he knows sometimes he can move too quickly and he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable

the first time you say it changbin is just so happy 

before you can even finish the sentence he’s already saying it back

“I love you-”

“I love you more.”

he never forgets an anniversary even if he is on tour

during one of their breaks he flew you out so you could celebrate together 

he loves traveling with you

even if its just a road trip or the two of you randomly decide to spend the weekend at a hotel that's thirty minutes from your house

changbin definitely knows what he wants in life so the second he decides you are the one for him he starts planning how he wants to spend his life with you

he loves having serious conversations with you about the future

changbin loves when the two of you invite all the boys over for dinner and it turns into a fancy dinner party and he cant help but picture you doing this five or six years from now and you have kids and are throwing dinner parties like this on the weekends

you too throw a HUGE Christmas party every year

like inviting lots of staff from the company and a bunch of family and friends 

so like one second you are talking to changbin’s sister and your mom then the next thing you know you are accidently bumping shoulders with fuckin BamBam from Got7 or Tzuyu from Twice and Jae is singing with Jisung in your living room

its like a huge fancy event that you and changbin throw at your place that you spend like a month planning for

everyone is dressed very nice and your house is spotless and flawlessly decorated with a brightly lit tree that you and changbin spent four hours decorating

by 9pm everyone is drunk on egg nog and opening presents from secret Santa 

changbin also never lets a Christmas go by without kissing you under the mistletoe 

the boys stay the night mostly because no one is sober enough to drag Jisung out of your house. 

So Christmas morning is always spent with the boys 

changbin always puts you first 

he is really considerate and always considers how his decisions will affect you (unless he’s trying to pay for something)

all in all changbin would just be the best boyfriend

congrat reader you landed an angel

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[darkhymns-fic]

D3ATH 0F A $SALESMAN$ [[RE: 1997 edition]] (Ch.1)

"here's a joke for ya. two salesman walk into a bar. except it's not a bar, it's a shady car dealership. except it's not that either. in fact, i have no idea where we are." Sans faced the tiny puppet man, held up by so many strings. "care to fill me in, buddy?"

A story on how two smiling salesmen should have never met.

Fandom: Deltarune Characters: Sans, Spamton, Toriel, Susie, W.D. Gaster Rating: G Chapters: 1/?? Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: Warning for heavy Deltarune spoilers in this fic, for both routes. This is also a WIP with additional chapters forthcoming. I mainly wanted to write about my two favorite characters and this is what came out of it.  Next Chapter

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Sans' phone was acting up lately.

Few things from it could catch his attention for long except for a funny dog video or two, but as he peeked at it from his pocket, he couldn’t help noting a pattern.

Huh. Those emails again…

“Hello? Hello mister? I can’t reach the shopping baskets, I have no arms.”

“oh hey.” Sans blinked away from the union-regulated break to turn back towards the checkout counter (his own union actually, since he was the only worker in this store. Also, there was no union). “just stack what you need on your head. problem solved.”

The monster kid before him was definitely bereft of any arms, but they luckily had a head, all things considered. Now if they were both a headless and armless monster, then he’d have a real predicament on his hands. Phew, dodged that bullet.

The kid was awkwardly standing before him, squinting their eyes up at Sans, which was a bit unusual since most monsters and humans were taller than him. And most kids. A lot of kids actually. Not this one though.

But then again, no one was taller than the tower of shopping baskets off in the corner. Every time Sans looked there, he felt a tear coming to his eye. Except he was a skeleton so he couldn’t really do that.

“But I need to buy some milk and eggs! And a whole lot of car magazines…” The kid was hopping up and down, trying to reach their face past the counter just enough. “I can’t carry all that on my head!”

His phone vibrated again. His eyes shifted, but he always made sure to keep on his smile for the customer. Union rules and all.

“here, kid. lemme show you a professional’s trick to stacking, very behind-the-scenes so to speak. ya ready?”

After the armless monster kid was able to balance a dozen egg cartons plus one gallon of fat-free milk out the door, Sans took his regulated 8th break for the day, leaning back while still standing since, of course, chairs were not allowed on the job (again, union rules) and checked his phone.

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Yeah, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Sans always got spam emails, and he never activated the spam filter because he got a lot of comedy gold from those subject lines. Made for good bedtime reading too.

Except, well, it was kinda weird to get them today.

“No wi-fi… No wi-fi… Anywhere…”

Sans looked up to find a weird-looking monster huddling by the magazine stacks, holding up his phone with a long, gangly arm. He was waving it around the air like it was a net, reaching to catch those coveted, invisible waves of information.

Terry? Was that Terry? That guy’s never-needing-to-go-to-the-bathroom skills could put his own to shame.

Except that wasn’t Terry.

“No wi-fi… The wi-fi here sucks…”

Sans shrugged. He couldn’t deny it. The wi-fi indeed sucked here. It sucked everywhere. Because it was nonexistent.

The entire town hadn’t had any internet service for quite a few weeks now, which again, was why things were weird.

His phone lit up once more with another email. He peered back at it, smile frozen on his skull.

HEY THERE [[BIG SHOT]]. WANNA MAKE A DEAL?!

Really weird.

--

The bunker had a few dents in its doors.

Sans usually misses out on just who’s been doing it, but mostly because he doesn’t feel like checking it out. Today though, things were just off enough for him to close his store early, and with good ol’ Terry inside. He’d watch over the wares for his buddy, Sans.

The doors were still pretty beat up, coupled with a few scratches on it – but very firmly shut. Red doors, covered with clinging vines and ivy, underneath a grassy mound as if the earth had been in the middle of swallowing it up before stopping at the last second.

Oh, and there was a purple-shaped monster right in the middle.

“Open up! Why! Won’t! You! Open!”

“hey champ.” Sans leaned against that same grassy mound. Was really comfy, way comfier than leaning against metal doors. Just something that he knew by experience. “you doing good?”

The girl turned around, and what he saw was a lot of teeth.

Sharp, bared teeth, hair covering most of her face, but making sure to keep at least one eye looking through, to give it that extra chilling effect. Coupled with her towering form, slightly hunched, and barely perceived breathing that was like the heave of an ancient creature – someone might say he was big for a teenager, but monsters didn’t really follow the laws of human physics, since they weren’t human.

A voice rumbled out from her throat. “The hell are you sneaking up on me for?”

She was pretty good. Sans could appreciate her talent.

“just thinking that this…thing you’re doing right now….” He eyed the dented doors, the handles that looked very much like they’d been gnawed on, with bite marks still clearly seen through the metal. “seems pretty sus, eh susie?”

Ba dum tsh! Heh. He still got it.

The confused pause happened, as expected. She raised her head, and her demonic flare that she’d been putting on was…not gone, but definitely muted. “What was that?” she hissed. Yeah, only pros could keep up that kinda thing for long. In the end, talent lost out to practice. She was trying though. “Hey. How’d a creep like you know my name?”

“i know everyone.” Sans shrugged. “by the way, im sans. sans the skeleton. and biting this stuff can’t be good for your teeth.”

That, and he’d see her plenty of times in his store. Most of the time she’d be off in the magazine section, leafing through the glossy pages of ‘MONSTER TRUCK RALLY’, which sold just slightly more over ‘HUMAN TRUCK RALLY’, usually because human trucks were a bit on the small side in comparison. She read those magazines so much like his store was the librarbry, but he appreciated the company during the slow hours.

At the mention of teeth, she grinned, fangs a lurid yellow, points so sharp that they’d probably ground most things into dust – well, unless they were a sort of mysterious metal that was in a shady corner of town.

“You wanna see just how good my teeth can be?” she asked him, going back to her creepy vibe. Kid could really go to the big leagues if she really wanted to.

“nah, already got my pearly whites. but i can give you a few brushing tips i’ve picked up on.” Hands dug deep into his jacket pockets, his skull laying nice and cozy on the grass slope. “just remember, it’s all in your head when it comes down to it.”

From the momentary pause, to the tiny flicker in her glowing eye, he could tell she didn’t get the joke. Fair. He knew he’d have a tough audience the moment he’d come here. But that was how it always was in his line of work…. which was cashiering, obviously.

“Even for an adult, you’re way freaking lame.” She grinned again, showing off her fangs that she must have personally filed herself. Maybe she did have good monster dental hygiene after all. “Do you want me to bite your face off that badly?”

She punched a fist against the red doors once more, the sound ringing so hollow in the air. Birds flew from the trees at the sound, and it even made Sans’ teeth rattle from the vibrations of her punch against the metal. If one listened even more closely, they could hear the waves of such a hollow ring go further away, further, and much further into the earth than should have even been possible…

He shrugged. “i don’t have one.”

She stuttered, blinking. Her messy hair got even more mussed up. “Uh. Wha.”

“a face.” Sans waved a gloved hand over his skull. “don’t got one. just all bones.”

Another slow blink.

“cuz you know. i’m a skeleton.”

The wind blew through her hair, revealing her eyes that were more tired out from playing video games all night then being all bloodthirsty and vicious a second ago.

“we don’t have skin, so, technically no face-”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I FREAKING MEAN, YOU WEIRDO!”

Her roar would have been eardrum shattering if he had any. But he was always lacking instead of having. He was used to it really.

“just sayin.” Another shrug, complete with a wink. “gotta get your skeleton facts straight. no bones about it.”

“Who cares about bones?!” She clenched her fists, grinded her teeth. She was really trying her best here. “I’ll crack your bony skull open then!”

“can’t.” He shrugged again.

“What. WHY?!”

“we’re monsters. don’t got no bones like the humans do, only magic.” He winked. “ya need to learn more about your culture.”

He had never seen purple turn into quite that fire-y shade before.

“The hell… is your problem…?”

“nothing. i just like being annoying.”

“YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT!”

“whoa. starting to sound like my brother there. ya friends with him?”

“Why would I-?! Agh, screw this! I’m done with this place anyway!” Susie huffed, turning around only to find Sans leaning against the grassy mound again, just on the opposite side.

She flinched, standing on one leg, arms flailing just a bit, eyes wide. “What the HELL?”

“look, kid. i only came here to see what was up, is all.” He finally decided to stand, though not doing so at a hundred percent power. So he was still a little slouchy, a little sleepy. He was missing his regulated 20th break of the day. The union wasn’t going to be happy. “felt some bad vibes coming from here.”

The girl was not looking very happy right now in her oversized army jacket and her torn up trousers, (the tears most likely being self-made). She glared down at the funny bone man, but much of her previous bravado was gone, leaving her bereft of anything even remotely scary about her anymore. “I’m… I’m not doing anything wrong here! I just wanted to see what was inside this stupid thing.” She huffed, which sounded more like a snort, really. Sans was pretty sure that hadn’t been intentional. “No other kids come here or anything, so it’s not like I’m scaring anyone again.”

Sans shook his head. “nah nah. i didn’t mean you, you know.”

He did have a really bad habit of not being clear, so seeing Susie’s eyes twitch in frustration was not exactly surprising. “You just-! You just said about there being bad vibes and I was saying how I wasn’t-!”

“not from you,” he clarified. “you’re a good kid. you got…halloween vibes. like, you’re spooky. and you could pull off a box costume like nobody’s business.”

The confusion was mixed in with a bit of flattery there, if he could read the shade of purple on her face just right. “Then…what exactly are you talking about?”

He jutted a gloved thumb to the double doors, the red on it faded, like rust, like dried remnants of things that monsters were not made of. The gentle rumbling in the earth, the sound of something akin to refuse, to things that should be buried away and forgotten, like machinery that refused to just power down and stay still.

“bad vibes,” he simply said. “not a place for kids. so.” He put his hand back in his pocket, leaned back in his slippers that needed a good washing about three weeks ago. “gonna have to ask you to vamoose outta here. ya know. for your health.”

Easy as that. Susie just stared at him, which was nothing new. If people are staring, that just means you have an audience.

“Okay, I should leave then. Is that what you’re saying?”

He nodded. “yea.”

“…I was just about to do that, dumbass.” Susie growled. “And then you stopped me!”

“oh right.” Sans shrugged. “my mistake. but ya get me, right?”

“Ugh, I get ya enough! Whatever. This place sucks anyway.” She then pressed a hand to her jaw, lips pressed firm. “And those stupid doors hurt my teeth.”

Sans sympathized with the kid. “told ya. bad vibes.”

“Yeah yeah…” She sighed, still glaring at Sans like the weirdo that he knew he was. “Maybe don’t spy on kids though, freak.”

“i’ll put that in the pile, don’t worry,” he said, very much not taking that complaint to heart. “as a professional kid-spy though, aren’t you late for something?”

“What do you-” And just on cue, a certain school bell rang throughout the town, even reaching as far as this off-the-road corner of the town, where mean girls and tubby skeletons liked to hang out at. “Ugh. Not again!!”

“try not to rampage through a few buildings in your way.” And though he saw the look of unbridled annoyance at him as she turned, just about to dash out of there, Sans had an idea. “hey kid. one sec.”

“What is it NOW?” Susie lunged at him, stopping short from gripping his skull with her ginormous hands. “Why do you keep telling me to leave and then not actually let me leave?!”

“don’t worry, just a few things i gotta tell ya. first, try not to come back here. least not without a friend. good friends can be relied on, ya know?”

“Grr… well, don’t worry that won’t happen. So I won’t be back.” She lost some of her ferocity then, hair falling over her face more. Teen angst was always tough to handle.

“second… how about a pick-me-up?” He winked. “i can cut ya a deal.”

At that, Susie picked up her head. “Huh? Are you… one of those kind of guys…”

He held up his hand, signifying her to quiet down. “gotta keep it on the downlow. get me?”

Sans knew then that this kid had been watching plenty of films to get at what he meant. Or thought she got at what he meant. The difference didn’t really matter.

“here, kid. on the house. just don’t tell anyone where you got this.”

He gestured for her to hold out her hand, and even though she hesitated, she was curious. Obvious in the way her eyes lit up (non-menacingly this time), and how her tail was wagging. But of course he wasn’t going to mention that.

So when she did, great purple dinosaur hand outstretched, white claws atop each finger that were probably as sharp as fluffy marshmallows, Sans pulled out something from his pocket.

He kept his gloved hand curled up, even as he gave it to her. He then sealed the deal with a wink. “don’t spend it all in one place.”

And with that, he was outta there, just able to see Susie’s eyes sparkle with both want and a little confusion.

Sans really hoped Alphys wasn’t missing that chalk anytime soon.

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The spam emails kept running through, even in the later hours of the day.

Sans’ email storage didn’t have a limit. And, on further deliberation, maybe that had been a mistake.

It was getting to the point where he couldn’t even open up his emails actually. The little bone-and-skulls icon kept loading and rattling on the screen. (It was a skeleton email app. Very hip with skeleton monsters. And a few humans who were way too into that kind of thing.) A shame. He was looking forward to what unintelligible garbage he’d received next.

At the very least, he got those sweet, sweet subject lines, hovering on his lock screen. Lines like ‘Hurry! Get Your Free Doggo Today!’ and ‘FW: I got a surprise for you…!! [[DON’T HANG UP]]’ and of course the classic, 3OLBS?!?! IN JUST3 WEEKS? [[ENDS TONIGHT]] Y0U F0RGOT AB0UT ME???

Whoever was writing these, they had a knack for this stuff.

A gentle ding caught his attention, already telling him who it was. There was only one person who did that, letting the soft tone of the desk bell play out its tune fully. Everyone else just mashed their hands on the bell constantly, which he also liked. He didn’t pick favorites…usually.

It was different with the old lady.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t disturb you from your break, did I?”

“’fraid you might have,” he said, turning around and facing his most favorite customer, his static grin just stretching a tiny bit wider. “gonna have to report ya to the authorities.”

Toriel was wearing her reading glasses today. She wore them almost all the time lately, probably forgetting she had them on in the first place. But he liked the way they framed her face, how they reflected her charm in all the right ways. On her arm, she carried one of the shopping baskets, and always he had to marvel at that, seeing the dreaded tower of stacked baskets that by now had reached the very ceiling. But she had never told him her secret.

“Oh my. Well, you would have to catch me first!” She chuckled, hand placed over her furry muzzle, her fur as white as the eggs she so liked buying from him. “I don’t mind being a goat on the run.”

“man, now you’ve goat to be kidding me,” he countered back. “guess you’ll be hoofing it before i even know it.”

“Well now! You herd it here first!  But I can’t let the law goat me down, you know.”

“i definitely goat ya for sure.” And he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of his own, feeling a sort of fuzziness that was only reserved for those with skin and fur. But it was all just a matter of perspective really. “just hope ya don’t forget me while you’re on the lamb.”

“Oh, not to worry. I can guarantee that I will miss you a skele-ton!”

There was a loud thud of something heavy hitting the floor in a corner of his store – to be specific, it was like the weird plop of a gallon of milk being thrown to the tiles in frustration – and Sans didn’t need to turn to know it was that same guy who just seemed to really like milk.

“I can’t focus on finding the right milk this way with all these puns!!! I’m sick I know it!! But let me live!! I’ll have to go to the bread aisle next if this keeps up…”

Toriel heard the muttering too, and a red blush coated her pure white fur. “Oops, perhaps we have overdone it a little this time, my friend.”

“no sweat. these jokes never get old, unlike some other things if ya get me.” He heard the groan from back in the corner. “by that i mean things like milk.” Another groan. “just wanted to make that clear.”

But right, that was probably enough pun wars for the day. Toriel was handing out her items for Sans to scan – which was really just her reaching for the scanner to do so herself. Was real nice of her to do this part for him. She could scan those eggs and bread like a real pro. Maybe he really should think of hiring.

“I missed you earlier today, it seems. The sign said you had to go somewhere? Oh, but now I’m just being nosy.”

“hey, i got nothing to hide from ya.” He leaned back against the counter, counting out all the eggs that she was meticulously checking one final time before purchase. “just had to do my side job. no biggie.”

“I had no idea you had so many responsibilities!”

“yeah, don’t like to brag though.” He placed his skull in a gloved hand, leaning down so that Toriel could seem even taller to him. It was fun to do. “playing truancy officer doesn’t exactly pay the bills.”

He didn’t have to say much before she was already figuring out just what he meant. That was the thing about miss teach here. She could read between the lines so well sometimes, that he had to make sure to play his cards just right. With careful handling of a certain box of pasta in her hand, she quietly scanned that one too before continuing to speak.

“I wanted to reach out to her home, but no one answers the phone. And she never explains about it much either.” A sigh, but not out of weariness. Only worry. Never had he met anyone who genuinely worried about all kids like this, no matter what they did. “Did Susie look okay to you?”

“just the usual, putting up the mean girl act.” He cracked his knuckles, the kinda thing that would send looks of disgust from across the room, but it only made Toriel crack a little smile of her own. “she’s a good kid though. just needs someone looking out for her.”

And then, that made him think a little more on that. “by the way, how’s your kid been doing, teach?”

Another pause, once again, this time holding up a box of chocolates, the real rich kind. The kind that just made one’s teeth hurt by just looking at the packaging. “They miss their brother so very much.”

Sans got the feeling all too well.

His phone vibrated again, and it was by instinct to reach for it, to swipe at the screen with his thumb and see what it was. Oh, but this time, he could open the app. The skull-and-bones cackled with glee as he could go to his list of emails, finding the string of capitalized letters and strange font use like an old friend.

[SPAM 4: S25 KAS] Re: failed kr0mer funds transfer Please contact me pleabse contact HELP

Nothing that unusual. But, why was it working now? He definitely needed a new iBone at his point. (That joke had been a stretch, he wasn’t proud of that one honestly.)

Just as Toriel was packing up her purchases in a slightly worn but still sturdy reusable shopping bag, she had seen the email light up on his phone. She chuckled. “Oh, haha! Looks like you goat mail!” She then paused, tapping her fingers together. “That was a very bad one, my apologies.”

“hm, don’t you mean…very baaaad?” Okay, so that put a strain on his non-existent vocal cords, but it got the old lady giggling and chortling, and maybe even a little snorting too.

“Haha, it certainly was indeed!”

“Oh my god can we please move the line already. I can’t keep carrying these on my head all day.”  A cat-like monster with orange-like fur and a depression-like face was standing behind Toriel. He was struggling with carrying a bunch of ice cube packs on his head, the water already dripping down the sides of his head and onto his pants.

Toriel instantly hurried, grabbing her bag with hardly a blink, but not before giving Sans a wave. “I must be getting back home anyways. See you tomorrow!”

Sans waved back at her, shooting her one last wink. He was punned out, so he settled with a “see ya, teach.”

As for the weird email he got, well, he could always check it once he got home, and once this cat in front of him was moist-free.

Not like he was gonna actually open it anyway.

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It had been a long day at work for him, and not much happened after Toriel left – nothing except for when he talked with that kid of hers when they had stopped by, for a little bit.

And what they talked about was…

Well, it wasn’t that important to think back to anyway. As long as the kid brushed their teeth, didn’t catch any colds, or ate past their daily amount of chalk nutrients, they should be fine. At least, that was what he kept telling himself.

Well, if he ignored that question about his brother at least.

But just when he was tired of blocking the entrance to the confusion of his customers, Sans decided to call it quits and head for home, which was just five steps away. It was always a rough commute, but sometimes one had to make sacrifices for keeping food on the table.

But before he could even put his hand on the doorknob, the windows inside so dark, the sounds inside so faint, his phone did something that it had never done before.

It rang.

Sans was very, very still.

His ring tone was also a fart noise.

So the phone would ring with a string of farting noises, one that played the Christmas carol, all in perfect tune. It was hilarious, but he usually never got to hear it.

And in his pocket, his phone was happily farting away, like it was having the time of his life.

He wished he could feel the same.

Underneath the red roof of his porch, Sans reached for the phone, gazing at the dark screen to show that someone was calling. It had no picture and no number. Not even an ‘Unknown’ to go with it. Just blank.

But it kept ringing – well, it kept farting. The kind of thing that would make a kid get into a laughing frenzy. He was envious.

“so this, huh?” he said to no one. Hopefully no one. It would be better if it was nobody at all.

He answered it, and the funny noises stopped. He expected to hear nothing but garbage at the other end of the line. That was just how things should have been. He put the phone to his skull, to the place where ears usually were.

It should just be trash. Nothing but that.

And instead, he heard a voice.

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