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2023legendoflinkzine · 1 month

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Hi, I have a question about the donation breakdown regarding the charity. It currently says all proceeds will be donated to Doctors Without Borders—which is different than profits. As I understand it; profits account for covering the overhead cost, and proceeds are the entire amount received. If all proceeds are going to the charity, does this mean that whatever is purchased is the same as a 1:1 donation? Like, if I buy a $5 sticker pack, does the entirety of those $5 go to Doctors Without Borders? It sounds great, but I’m not sure how that’s possible.

Hello!

This is a wonderful question! Thank you for asking and giving us an opportunity to be transparent with where our money is going.

Profits and proceeds are indeed different, with profits defined as money made after production costs have been covered (as you said).

However, proceeds is a more vague term, and it doesn't have a singular definition. This is why you may see many non-profit organizations use the word "proceeds" rather than "profits" in legal material relating to their funds and donation processes. It often implies a more complex breakdown of charity funds than simply financial surplus.

Here is the answer to your core question: our goal is to raise $1,000 dollars for Doctors Without Borders. All money made up until the $1,000 mark will go directly to the charity, and not to us!

If we are blessed enough to hit our donation goal, a portion (no greater than 25%) of funds made past the $1,000 mark will go to help cover the cost of production.

If someone purchases a $75 bundle now, while we are still working towards the donation goal, all $75 dollars will go to Doctors Without Borders.

If someone purchases a $75 bundle past the $1,000 goal, and we are operating under the maximum 25% being invested back to production costs, $56.25 dollars will go to Doctors Without Borders, and $18.75 will be used to cover production costs. An announcement will be made on all social media platforms if we hit our donation goal, and it will include details on how the donations will see the above change.

Regarding how this is possible, I (Seeking7, the magazine organizer) have paid for all production costs from my personal bank account. I'm a uni student, but I've been working two jobs for the past year to help save, and while it would be nice to be partially compensated for production costs, it's not my priority at all.

I don't want to put all my eggs into one basket, but if we get past the 1k milestone, I will release a statement detailing the breakdown of all further funds. This will be displayed on the website so that interested patrons will be aware of where their money is going, and will be able to make an educated decision on whether they are interested in purchasing the zine.

Our website also includes a "Where Is My Money Going" tab that includes more details on where and how money will be handled!

In conclusion, we've used the word "proceeds" in the language of our donation because instead of using the money to cover production costs and then using profit to go to the charity, we're doing things in the opposite manner. Once we have hit our goal, then we will delegate a portion of further funds to helping alleviate the burden of production costs, but our highest priority is to raise money for a fantastic charity!

Let us know if you have further questions. We want all interested patrons to feel informed about how we are handling their money, and to be able to make an educated decision on whether or not to support us!

Thank you once again for the great question!

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centrally-unplanned · 2 years

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Episode 3 of Bocchi The Rock! is like buying a TCG expansion pack for creative animation and having every card be a rare, its amazing. If you are fan you have definitely seen the screenshots; Bocchi’s panic over peer judgements done with paper cut-outs on puppet sticks:

Her sanity hitting a breaking point being a live action exploding balloon:

And her improv-folk-ditty about her failed friendship attempt being set to a 2000′s-era indie music video backing of scanning landscape shots

The production team released some adorable behind-the-scenes footage of some of these, btw:

Those shots really emphasize the necessity-as-mother-of-invention dynamic - if your team is *already* creative and has multimedia approaches down, filming a balloon pop is way less work than animating it and is more importantly working *different* staff members, so your animators can focus on making the other scenes look good. Bocchi is a small production and they are stretching their resources to the limit, with great results.

(The budget-saving facts reminded me of the much-more-troubled but equally creative production of Kare Kano, whose Episode 19 is famously paper cut-outs filmed live:)

(This episode is also Studio Trigger founder Hiroyuki Imaishi’s episode directorial debut, fun fact)

Now these scenes do not need a ‘reason’ to be animated in such creative ways; you can just have fun, Bocchi is a light comedy, art for arts sake is great actually. But I am impressed by how much thought has gone into aligning the aesthetic choices with the narrative & character. To go in order:

Paper cut-outs: Bocchi is entertaining an elaborately ridiculous fantasy that joining a conversation her peers were having would result in complete social castration; how unrealistic such a response would be is emphasized by the unrealism of their bobbing stick movements and how they clash with the ‘real’ Bocchi (who is drawn traditionally)

Balloon Pop: A simple one, her ‘reality break’ is extremely sudden and its really hard for animation to approximate the sharp speed of an actual balloon explosion, combined with (not observable in a still) an extremely silly, non-explosive spoken sound effect to emphasize the triviality of the stakes.

Landscape Music Video: My personal favourite, the ‘depressed romantic indie musician’ is such a specific vibe, a style we often laugh at today for its pretentiousness, and the way Bocchi is romanticizing and catastrophizing the extremely mundane struggles she is going through is exactly that energy, the joke just doesn’t work without this reference.

Almost every time they stretch the scope of the definition of ‘animation’ they also enhance the characterization & story, which imbues a lot more life into scenes that could otherwise come off as simply zany.

The team is really nailing it - and its led by first-time director Keiichirou Saito at Cloverworks. He can’t take all the credit for the ideas; Episode 3 was directed by series assistant director Yusuke Yamamoto, and we know he was directly responsible for the landscape photography music video sequence. But Saito’s credits put him working as an animator on Wonder Egg Priority, Heiki Monogatari, Sonny Boy, Flip Flappers...never as a huge role, just a key animator, but still I think it demonstrates an interest in pushing the envelope on style and direction. I hope these productions continue to beget new creatives who take the spirit on to new projects.

#bocchi the rock!#mini-essay

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 5 months

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A Peaceful Elf

Part VIII

Halsin/Tav fanfic (slow burn, fluff, angst)

Halsin stirred the pan full of red and yellow seared peppers over the campfire, wondering how he was going to keep up any kind of farce that he only saw Tav as the one who called the shots. There would be nothing to distract his thoughts, all of the other companions would be gone for days, and he would be here, caring for her.

Seeing her fight so feverishly the night before—she had slaughtered more gnolls than him. Her retelling of the event was clearly modest, and even that fact made his heart swell. This is a problem. His thoughts were as circular as the stirring. He was able to compartmentize his feelings while bandaging her and splinting her upper leg, seeing her wound as an enemy and her as the backdrop—complete dissociation. That could work for short stints, but days? No.

Something was bound to crack.

“Ah, druid, a word,” Gale strolled into his distracted view. “First of all, thank you for tending to one of our dearest half-elves, especially when she is actively putting herself at the end of her own priorities. That being said, you may still experience another visit from those ferocious, furry fiends (no offense intended), and find yourself in need of assistance.” He handed Halsin a scroll. “It’s a parchment for the spell ‘Daylight’. Should the need arise, cast this as high into the heavens as you can when it gets dark. We’ll keep our eyes peeled as much as we can. Perhaps, our troop will find the need to trust my portal spell to hurry back,” his pride bristled ever so slightly, but there was still kindness in his eyes.

Halsin gripped the scroll and nodded, “Good thinking.”

“I’m sure you know by now that is a habit of mine.” A smug wizard was a happy one. “We should be heading out soon, anything else you can think of?”

“Not at the moment.”

“Alright! In that case, I shall get back to packing,” which was obviously a joke due to his half-a-dozen bags-of-holding. “I’ll leave a few books I haven’t gotten to read yet regarding Underdark legends and curses on plots of land,” bowing his head. “Farewell, friend,” he said and turned back to his tent.

Halsin resumed his troubled stirring. Reading would help occupy my mind. I was about to finish “ Volo’s Beneath the Underdark”.

He sighed like a machine releasing pressure. The peppers were just about done. He rummaged for a few quail and wild chicken eggs and prepared the thyme sprigs, glancing at Tav. Still fast asleep. Halsin focused back on the herbs. He stripped the stems and chopped the fine leaves, cracked six eggs neatly in half and stirred them together. Tossing the omelette makings into the pan, he decided to get his pipe. It had always helped ease his mind before. Absentmindedly, he turned to what remained of his tent—still having that to fix. Something else to occupy my thoughts. Halsin found the pipe and what was left of his sachet of Daleland Leaf, packed it down, and set it alight. He bit the notch on the mouth piece, relieving a bit more tension. See if this helps. Stalking back to the campfire, puffing small wafts of smoke as the leaf singed further. He continued cooking.

“Ahem.” Someone cleared their throat from behind him. Turning, Halsin saw the elf’s white curls frame Astarion’s face: a striking visage darkened by something. Feigning an air of nonchalance, he held out a mirror to the druid. “Here, she’ll probably be wanting this, knowing how vain she can be. Takes one to know one, I suppose.” The vampire glanced thoughtfully at her laying in the cot a few yards away.

“Very well, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it,” Halsin replied, noting the extended look. “I hope you both return soon. I trust she will be back to herself in no time,” he tried to ease the shade of concern on Astarion’s face.

“Ha, that’s all we need, her back to boss us around again like we’re her little playmates,” he shook his head curtly, then began walking away with a quick backhanded wave.

Halsin remembered something. “Wait, if you happen to come across any provisions, please try to acquire turmeric root. It would be a favor to Tav,” he requested, placing the pipe back between his teeth as he went back to his cooking.

Astarion paused, looking back in Halsin’s direction. The vampire’s face was unreadable as he processed the request, then a moment later returned a harlequin smile. “I’ll see what I can do,” promptly heading back to his pack.

They all departed shortly thereafter. Halsin was left with a napping dog, a cooing young owl bear, a now snoring Tav, and a plate of eggs that was quickly getting cold. I can cook something else when she wakes up, he mused and began clearing the plate. The overlook near the camp allowed for a memorable view. He wished he could capture the moment like a painting—not just the view, but the feeling. For right now, it was quiet and everyone was either well or mending. Violence had struck, and they had managed to return mostly to normal.

Except for this nagging, pleasant ache in his chest. It demanded attention.

The thought ruined the moment. I don’t have time for flights of fancy, I don’t deserve it…His chin fell to his chest. I have to save everything I left behind that day. He focused once more on the plate.

***

Nothing was left of Halsin’s repast. Tav was still unconscious, and he felt too anxious to pour over any more literature now. Puffing at what was still left of the mostly-cooled Daleland Leaf, he cleaned dishes and tried to mend his tent as quietly as possible.

*SnAp*

The elf’s piercing eyes swept through the tree line, hands frozen where he tied the tent sheet in place. He felt a low growl build at the base of his throat. Standing statuesquely still, he tried to pick up on any faint, unfamiliar scent.

Nothing.

Unease spread like brambles in the pit of his stomach. He clicked his tongue, calling the dog and cub over. “I will return shortly. Should anything come near camp that does not have my scent, make a racket and I shall come barreling back.” They either coo’d or barked in understanding. Halsin lowered his hand to indicate that perhaps a quieter volume would be wiser.

He peered at Tav. Still asleep, and the snoring had subsided. Good for more than one reason. He shot a look over his shoulder toward where the trees became dense and shifted into Halsin the Bear, careening headfirst into the thicket.

***

Some time later, Halsin the Elf returned with a chunk of honeycomb dripping around his rough fingers and a relaxed posture. No danger, no gnolls, only sweets. He strode to the campfire to find a clean bowl for his sticky prize. Placing it neatly in the dish, he savored the honey on his fingers, a light moan of contentment.

—

I swear to the heavens, if I wake up like this every day, I WILL hurl myself off of this cliff.

“…Hi there,” you were hesitant to break his reverie. He seemed so relaxed.

He swung his head to you, eyes half-drunk off of the honey.

“You’re awake! Wonderful. As you can see, I found some fresh honey. I figured it could help sweeten some tea that I brought with me, seeing as how you’re out.” His voice echoed through the empty camp as he spoke in a normal tone. It just had that kind of quality.

If you weren’t already lying down, you would have swooned. The broad, handsome, caring, sweet-hearted elf you had barely talked to until last night was now happy to wait on you and share his stash of tea.

It wasn’t much. The offer shouldn’t have made your heart flutter, but not-so-deep-down you felt like an adolescent with a crush. A crush on someone who seemed, healthy.

“If you’re interested, that is,” he added.

“Oh, I’m interested—AHEM, yes, tea would be lovely.” You adjusted yourself in the cot, trying to sit up a bit more.

“Excellent, I’ll get the kettle.” He saw the grimace on your face as you moved your leg, and he looked down, affording you some privacy for your pain. “How are you feeling?”

“Well, the headache is mostly gone; the leg, however, is still VERY much an issue.” Now that you didn’t have to convince anyone you were fine and that they didn’t have to worry about you, you were a bit more honest.

“As one would expect.” He found the kettle and filled it with water. There was a pregnant pause. “I do have some salve I think you should put on the wound, to stave off infection,” he began lighting the fire again. “It won’t cure anything, but it can keep some misfortunes at bay.”

“Ha, less misfortunes would be preferable.” Your eyes met with mirrored smiles.

Unbeknownst to either of you, you also shared a warmth that spread through your belly and up into your chest.

It made you feel whole.

It made you feel too much.

You looked away, and around the tent. “How long was I asleep?”

—

His gaze lingered, trying to frame that small moment into something he could return to later, then turned to the coals. “A short time. Everyone went their own way shortly after you began napping, and I did not have the heart to wake you for lunch,” he grinned gently at the slowly waking embers. Halsin placed the kettle directly on them. “I would have saved it, but, I was hungry,” he poked sheepishly at the coals. “And I promise you, they are finest when freshly made. I can whip up another batch, if you’d li—” his heart lurched. Tav was standing up with the crutch under her arm, about to fall over. He shot like a dart into the tent, bracing her shoulders. “What are you doing?” An even, unemotional question.

“Gods DAMMIT, I’m trying to be less useless, that’s what I’m doing. I wanted to take this leg for a road test and see,” she grunted, “where I’m at.”

“Where you’re at should be back in the cot,” he almost chuckled. There was something about that fire in her.

“Yes, I realize that now.”

Was that a snarky tone? He smiled broadly.

“Well, that is a relief. Now sit down and,” a pause as he helped her set herself down, “let me take a look at the damage you may have just caused.” He gave Tav a sideways glance and a smirk as he gingerly lifted her legs back up to the cot.

—

You looked away, rolling your eyes. The mixture of pain and the elf’s sass was too much for your self-consciousness to overcome.

He respectfully moved your skirts back from your upper leg. Air, completely gone from the tent, because you were, in fact, not mature enough to process this calmly. A blush raged across your face.

—

He viewed the bandages, now seeped with blood from the suddenly reopened wound. “This area of the leg houses some very dangerous vessels, if burst or nicked. You were lucky the gnolls didn’t do more damage. I will have to rewrap it. I’ll get the salve,” he stated, making no eye contact. He wasn’t strong enough to be this close to Tav right now without betraying what was swirling in his chest. He knew she would see it in his eyes. Focus. She needs aid. Focus. This will pass. On his way to the other tent, he grabbed his pipe by the fire, relit it with a smoldering twig, and began to puff furiously.

—

His face had been so close to you, the scar so clear. You had to stop yourself from reaching out to touch it, to caress something that seemed to have once hurt him. As soon as he lumbered out, air seemed to flood back in and the daze in your mind evaporated. You needed cold air, a breeze, anything.

“Before we do that, is the tea done?”

—

He riffled through his bag and chuckled upon hearing such a civilized request at such a time, still chewing the mouth piece. He thought it would crack. Some tension rolled off his shoulders.

“It may not be hot, but it should taste better than water. Would you care for some?”

“Yes, please.”

He shook his head with humor. “Alright, little one.” Maybe the minute spent fixing a cup would help him calm his nerves.

He strode briskly to the fire, supplies in hand, and grabbed a rag to shield his hand from the kettle handle, still puffing with zeal. He poured the luke warm tea into a clean mug. “Still alive over there?” He asked glancing toward Tav, then a double-take as he saw part of the tent missing.

—

“The sheet slipped…” you lied.

“Odd… no matter,” he continued, preparing the tea, “an easy fix. Honey?”

You almost died.

“Yes, yes please.”

He nodded. Still puffing.

A quick swirl with a spoon and he began bringing it over, resting the pipe on a bench outside of the tent.

“Here you go,” he placed the mug on a makeshift table next to the cot. “Now, for this.”

You could see him steel himself as he stretched his neck and rolled his right shoulder back.

—

Focus on the wound. Focus. on. the wound

He gingerly cut through the wrap; there was no need to elongate the process and put you through more pain by unwrapping your leg like a bit of candy.

The thought almost paralyzed him.

No, focus. Focusssss.

One minute later, “There, that’s done.” He moved the soiled bandages off into a heap on the ground. “I…I assume you know your way around a salve,” he said, grabbing the little tin. “I trust you can apply that yourself. I fear I may hurt you,” he muttered as he reached for the new bandage.

“Well, that’s wise,” you remarked, trying to lighten the thick air.

“You’ll find that, every now and again, I can exert some wisdom,” he smirked, looking up at you. Your eyes met again, inches apart, and the air left the tent, breeze be damned.

“…Thank you,” grabbing the salve from his weathered hand.

“…Anytime.”

***

Somehow, he wrapped your leg without you expressing your need to have your fingers knotted in his hair, or how you were jealous of the honey on his fingers earlier. Somehow, you dissociated effectively enough for the situation to be as professional as possible, given the circumstances. His gentle touch broke you a thousand times over, his patient and kind demeanor damn near crushed your resolve to remain companions and only companions.

What you had with Astarion was different: he was a flirt and every now and again would offer something more that you doubted you could maintain so easily with anyone else. It was mostly unspoken, but you both knew it wasn’t a serious commitment. Some nights were chilly, and he was willing to lessen that on occasion. It was easy and he was fun. With every word he said, he meant to keep it that way. To have you to a point, but not be had.

This was quite different. This was waking under a sunbeam; this was a spring breeze floating through the open window; this was breathing for the first time.

And this was temporary. He wouldn’t stay forever—he might not stay after this curse he spoke of was lifted. You didn’t truly believe he would go back on his word, but things seemed so transient, so mutable. And you could sense there was something holding him back as well.

You chose to respect his unspoken boundary. Clearly there was something stirring between the two of you, but he did not seem to want to act on anything.

You sat in the cot, waiting to hear him lumber back through the woods any moment.

You would hold it together and let him unfold more, caressing his face if only in your dreams.

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30, 44 (ako!)

Someone you didn't expect to kin and/or someone you knew you would kin immediately

I never thought I'd be Tobirama Senju from Naruto tbh he's a very different character type than I usually kin so i was a bit shocked. On the flip side i saw Ai Ohto from Wonder Egg Priority and I was like wow. This is literally bait. Someone made her so I would Kin her

Things now that remind you of (kin/character/source)?

Ooh! For Ako is purple and bats and Halloween and edgy clothes and black cats and drums and...a lot of things. I definitely had a black cat in my Ako canon I found outside and begged Tomoe to let me keep so my pack of black cats feels comfy for me in that way. Idk idk! Very manys lovely things!

#☆ ask game #☆°• ako udagawa

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headhuunting · 6 months

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HEADHUUNTING: a blog for mogai and adjacent content. [PT: Headhunting]

further information (including byf, about and request info) below. also this post is a wip soooo... oops. divider cred (fyi: most, if not all, of the dividers i use will either be by cafekitsune or benkeibear)

WHO IS THE BLOGRUNNER? [PT: Who is the blogrunner?] headhuunting is ran by catsi (aka, the headhunter). i use a couple 1stp neopronouns, but i usually default to the partial set of i/me/mrry/mine/mrryself. canni/canne/canny/cannibine/cannibalself pi/parae/parasity/parasitine/parasiteself 🐾/🐾e/🐾y/🐾ine/🐾yself ny/nye/nyany/nyanine/nyanself zi/ze/zy/zyne/zyself 🐾/🐾r/🐾rs/🐾rs/🐾rself "you"/"your"/"yours"/"yours"/"yourself" rush/rusher/rushers/rushers/rusherself (these sets aren't staying here, it's just until i figure out where to store these. maybe on a hoard blog or something?) WHAT DOES THE BLOG DO? [PT: What does the blog do?] what i will do: - term coining - flag edits - id packs (names, pronouns, titles, identities) (can also do these seperately)* - (reply)icons *media-related ones with sources i am not familiar with may take a bit longer than usual. i will still do them, i just may take a while and it may not be at the same quantity as sources i know.

SOURCES I AM FAMILIAR WITH: [PT: Sources I am familiar with] (in order of familiarity, most familiar -> least familiar. in order to be listed, i must have completed all of the source available as of november 4th 2023.) doki doki literature club, homestuck/hiveswap + kittyquest & heinousstuck, minecraft (no mcyt), bugsnax, omori, portal, bocchi the rock, everhood, fnaf (hesitant on the books and ruin), madoka magica, ena, ultrakill, dark carnival, gloomy bear, serial experiments lain, needy streamer overload WHAT I WILL NOT DO: [PT: What I will not do:] - radq terms (transabled, muds, etc.) - media: south park, hazbin hotel/helluva boss, wonder egg priority, yandere simulator/love letter, dream smp, genshin impact/honkai star rail MISC. REQUEST INFO: [PT: Miscellaneous request info:] - for any media requests, please say the source name as well. in addition, please say the full source name and not an acronym. shorthands (eg: puella magi madoka magica -> madoka magica) are fine. - for terms, please do not send the same request to me and others. this causes recoining and is generally a big headache. i do not mind if you do this with the other types of requests i do. - please keep in mind i can (and will) deny requests i do not feel equipped or comfortable to do.

BYF: [PT: Before you follow:] - i do not think anyone deserves to be harassed or doxxed because of a tumblr blog. - i think shipcourse is stupid and entirely unrelated to this blog. - i generally find system origins to be a personal, esoteric concept and not something that should matter to people not within that system. despite this, i believe plurality is a complicated and under-researched concept and is not exclusive to dissociative disorders, thus can also be non-traumagenic in nature. - i don't know how to phrase it correctly but anti-transition in cases like transabled, transracial, etc. atypical dysphoria and what not is cool thouhg (<- atypical dysphorist) - i think people should be able to label themselves whatever even if it doesn't make sense to others. this especially applies to multigender people, but not exclusively. TLDR: [PT: Too long, didn't read:] - anti-radq - shipcourse hater - anti-harassment - pro-endo - pro-mspec lesbians/gays - pro-lesboy/turigirls

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midnightunderground-npcs · 1 year

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Interview: Catherine Talbot

Dossier:

Name: Catherine Talbot

Age: 58

Species: Werewolf

Circle: Night

Known Relationships: Connor Talbot I ( Husband ), Connor Talbot II & Clifford Talbot ( Sons ), Lilith Gaumond ( Mother-in-Law ), Esmeray Talbot ( Daughter-in-Law ), Cameron Kiskadden ( Former Brother-in-Law )

Interview:

What's your name?

“Help me with these groceries, baby,” the she-wolf says, words falling somewhere between a command and a request though it’d be impossible to decipher. “You don’t need my full name do you? The whole thing doesn’t really roll off the tongue if I say the first, middle and last. Catherine Talbot though— can you believe this guy put the eggs at the bottom?”

How do you know Tabitha Spencer?

“Tabitha Spencer,” she muses to herself, trying to recall as much as she was able from the night, “I might have had some light conversation with her, asked me to call her Tibby and I sat there wondering why when Tabby was right there. Anyhow, I couldn’t tell you much more besides that. She’s a bitten, you can tell, but not one of ours.”

How do you know Jose Alves Cruz?

Setting another bag aside, Cathy moves to the fridge, opening it and moving around its contents to better accommodate everything she’d bought on her grocery run. “Mayor of the unassuming majority. A thrall. A widow. Very much a politician,” she lists off, knowing nothing more than the very basics of a man who was all too inconsequential to her. Jose could have been beneficial if they were any other family, but the Talbots didn’t need the mayor in their pocket to exert their own control over Las Vegas; they preceded him and anyone else that would replace him thereafter. “The usual, I’d say.”

How do you know Hollis Fiala?

“The Wild Circle’s leader; they got shot that night, right?” For Cathy and the rest of them, it was in their best interest to know who was in power, whether that was directly above them or adjacently. Anyone of those people had a chance of becoming Orator though the Talbots could be expert lobbyists if they needed to be. A campaign funded by dirty money was a campaign still. “They’re heir to the Fae throne, I used to see them around Fenrir sometimes...talking to you.”

Did you see the shot/what happened that night from your perspective?

Cathy lifts a hand to her ear, rubbing at the area, “I heard it, both of them. The first one was a little weird though, missing all the bits and pieces of a gunshot.” And she’d heard a few in her youth. “It hurt just the same though. Nothing like a close-range gunshot to make the ears tender...so you’ve got two shots, everyone running around like idiots and Rosie— you remember Rosie? She starts turning, and that itself becomes priority number one. Next thing you know, we’ve got thousands of dollars in property damage on our hands— Connor, you know that’s not where I put the spices, it’s one over.”

When did you get the invitation for the party/know you were going to work it?

“It came in the mail, same as it always does. One of those things you pretend you’re unsure of attending, but it’s been marked in your calendar as a no-zone for any other events because the invitation comes like clockwork.” Nothing else about it. Events like these are par for the course with these positions of power; your husband becomes pack leader and more than ever, all those date nights turn into events like this. “Take notes for your future. Go on as many dates with your wife now, before you’re so booked your planner starts looking like a catering calendar,” she lets slip, words spoken without much thought as this conversation lulls her into some sense of normalcy.

Did you go with someone?

“Is this a serious question?” If it is or it isn’t, is of no consequence, it stops Catherine’s movements nonetheless. “Just for whoever else you’re interviewing, Connor, don’t ask a married wolf whom you know is married, if they attended such an event with some random someone. I went with my husband, your father, only man I’ll ever love, etc etc, I’m sure you would understand had I asked you if you went to your own party with someone.” And she doesn’t mean for those words to sound harsh but she’s only ever been caustic; abrasive even. “Something to think about.”

Do you own a gun/have you ever owned a gun?

“You know, I’d thought of it once, before I started dating your dad...didn’t live in the nicest area, but your grandmother thought guns made a wolf soft, docile. Why would you ever rely on a gun when Artemis gave you everything you’d ever need to defend yourself? She thought it was weakness or blasphemy and instead of letting any of us disrespect Artemis’ gifts like that, Elara Hemming taught me ten ways to kill a man with your teeth. So no, I’ve never owned a gun. There isn’t a single weapon in this house save its inhabitants.”

#catherine talbot #trial of tabitha spencer: interviews

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#Diarrhea #WhattoEatAfterDiarrhea

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theeveningletter · 1 year

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Sunday, 01/22/2023

Last nights dream: I was in charge of the drinks and con session area at this outdoor skating rink with someone else. And a bunch of people were out to skate. And TXT members were there skating as well. And I wanted their attention SO BAD LMFAO. There was this competition where they saw who could climb this ladder the highest, and a bunch of people went at once. And TXT were leading and eventually won first place. And they tried to announce the place of the winners, but that went awry. And after the setting changed into a mall. And i wanted to dress a bit nicer to get their attention. So I stole these pipe cleaner flowers from an art piece. I was planning on putting them on my slippers to make my shoes look nicer. But I needed to run back to my slippers which were all the way around this mall. AND I ran into Beomgyu who was smoking outside and we made eye contact. And then I kept running, and eventually I got in trouble so these art gallery people were chasing me. And I had to run around this mall to get away from them. TXT were roaming around the mall as well. Eventually I went to this hair salon in the mall and asked for a haircut or something. And this lady put me in a chair and started washing my hair and I was worried that it’d be too expensive. I also started eating a bowl of ramen and she was telling me to hurt so I wouldn’t be late for a concert.

Where I went: home, res

What I ate: lunch: tsin-cai, egg, meatballs (😔), fried chicken, fried shrimp, dan-zhuan, etc. Snack: tea, cookies, cheesecake, cantaloupe, grapes, orange, milk bread. Dinner: shrimp, egg, cracker. Snack: tea, water

What I did: I actually didn’t do that much today. I woke up quite late from a really awesome dream because I saw tomorrow x together. And I woke up ate lunch, packed up my stuff, ate some more snacks played on my phone took a nap and then mom and dad gave me a ride to Sheridan residence. And when I got back to Res, I unpacked all the food and basically just worked for so many hours. I did, however watch the Miley Cyrus attention live concert and tomorrow x together’s performance at lollapalooza. Now it’s 5 AM and I’m about to go to sleep.

Media: Miley Cyrus attention live performance at lollapalooza, TXT lollapalooza performance

What I’m grateful for: mom and dad. I feel so guilty because mom took so much time to prepare all of the food for the Chinese new year dinner and the kids us. We got absolutely spoiled with the red pockets this year and I wish that I can give them some of the money because they both worked really hard. Mostly my mom to prepare a really nice dinner, they also drove me and Chai Li back to school. I almost feel bad because whenever dad says that he needs to use the washroom at my fathers, I get like annoyed for some reason and I get embarrassed because I think my dad does not have very good social cues, and does not have a solid grasp on action to consequence pipeline as does Jie Jie what does ironic because they don’t get along so I feel bad about that. I hope that I can be a better person. Be more patient with them and be more generous when I am in the position to be, I hope that when I am further in my career and making six or seven figures which I know I will die plan on giving them a lot because they’ve given me so much

Closing thoughts: I have so much to do so much to do for tomorrow and I’m nervous I do have a list of priorities, so hopefully that will actually go OK. today was also Alex‘s 14th birthday. I wonder if he was happy probably not but he did have time alone so I’m sure he’s happy about that. He’s such a bad attitude really annoys me but then again I also had this kind of attitude when I was around his age and I was just very angry at everything so hopefully it’ll be something that passes over.

#january #january 2023 #the evening letter #2023 #January 22

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