It is finally here, I hope you guys like it as much as the original. with the writing changes I have now it didn’t feel right to just continue so I have decided to start from the beginning again with little tweaks here and there
(don’t get used to notes in front, it won’t be the norm I promise)
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The weather outside was perfect as Mari skated down the street. Early enough that the sidewalks were mostly hers, as she sailed down the short strip to her second home. Pulling her phone out of the pocket of the black and blue jacket recently finished she fished the headphones out and got ready to check the upcoming events for the week.
A lighter work load greeted her but a slight frown threatened to grace her face as she saw the anniversary coming up followed by a League meeting. Always a fun combo. It had been what five years, or was it seven now? The time right after still feels like a fog and maybe it is better that way. The silver ring that slightly moved in the wind on her chest gave her comfort. He wouldn’t stand for her to woolly in self pity, not anymore. It brought a slight smile to her face, in a way he was still with her after all.
The League check in though was going to suck, it always did. It didn’t help that it was so close to a sensitive day for her. Sure it got better over time but the mourning still hurt, just a little less each year. She wasn’t a fan of the League or their treatment of certain people. The occasional check-in was a necessary evil though so she was able to keep her life as free from that life as she could now. She could prove she wasn’t a threat, share some information and answer some questions then she’d be free to go back to everyday life.
Mari didn't have much time to swerve to miss the confused looking red-head in a letterman jacket in the middle of the sidewalk. He seemed to be checking his phone and didn’t see her either. Thank Kawmi, she had good reaction times, uttering a quick “pardon,” her accent coming out slightly as she continued down the street. She glanced behind her just double checking he was fine, and focused back on the space in front of her. Phone now placed back securely in her pocket, only the headphone cord sticking out so her music continued as the nursery came into view.
Secret Garden Nursery, it was her own little place that started as a joke. Sure the creation Kawmi holder doing things in the arts made sense, you created new ideas in a field like that after all. Something didn’t feel right about pouring her whole being into fashion after everything. Her life was a wreck and the only thing that kept her from being in bed all day was some plants on her balcony. Dumb as it was, it gave her a sense that she could help something... keep something alive.
She was spiraling again, a shake of her head and the jingle of the door greeting her as she unlocked it brought her back to reality. That small feeling of control and needing a new start was all the push she needed. Sure she still did designs and kept baking like her parents taught her but they were hobbies. Who would have guessed having Tikki for so long gave the side effect of a green thumb? The whole getting too cold and falling asleep isn’t as great but beggars can't be choosers after all.
Not the point, now she had her own little garden of sorts. Mari was able to quickly establish a little niche for herself and got enough business to keep her afloat but not more than she could handle on her own. She liked to work by herself in the shop if she could, after all if she was alone in the store the Kawmi in her care could come and exist somewhere besides her flat.
Speaking of Kawmi, the one who started it all for her came zipping out of her messenger bag. The red companion began flying around the store front, taking extra time by the blooming flowers. Mari‘s soft laugh filled the room as she watched Tikki enjoy herself. Her own jacket folded gently to not mess with the fresh stitching revealing a dark grey, practically black, t-shirt with three colored strips around the torso. If you looked closer it was actually five and a shirt that was clearly taken care of. A light grey apron was tied around her waist and as she checked her ponytail making sure it was high on her head and tight.
Tikki was once again by Mari’s side as she finished putting her stuff away in the back.
“Ready to start the day,” she got a hum of approval as the Kawmi flew around her head.
The storefront was soon filled with soft music that she hummed as she began her rounds. A watering can in hand Mari made her way down rows of flowers, some blooming and some still growing. Next was the succulents, a spray bottle in hand as the song changed to a more upbeat pop song. Next on the list was trees. They were quickly becoming a staple, mini trees were something people liked to buy and she loved to grow them. Last to water were the herbs in the hanging pots around the outer edges of the store. The last of the plants watered for the morning meant it was time to start doing stock of the seeds and checking up on orders.
A pen sticking out of her mouth Mari went down the list of orders on the computer screen. It was a light week. Just the regulars getting their weekly arrangements for loved ones, two plant pickups and an email from Ivy talking about taking over for a few days. Nothing out of the ordinary and perfect for a week with as much baggage as this one might take. Bless Ivy for insisting on helping out and always seeming to know when she was needed. Mari’s train of thought was broken when the doorbell chimed to alert someone was coming in. In her surprise she stumbled to catch the falling pen and greet the newcomer.
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contrary to popular belief i think calvin's adhd is, funnily enough, medicated. he takes extended release ritalin every morning alongside his chocolate frosted sugar bombs. this is because he appreciates being more easily able to focus on his various Schemes, Projects, and Machinations while more effectively ignoring schoolwork
calvin's dad pulling up to the house and seeing the whole driveway covered in a (completed) snowman recreation of the entire terracotta army and he takes a deep breath and greets calvin's mom with "i see calvin remembered his methylphenidate today"
fictional characters can't consent because they aren't real.. but YOU can consent to reading heavy themes, and you can withdraw consent by clicking the back button and stopping any time, it is your choice to read stories that include or exclude consent 👍
you know a joke that never EVER gets old is when a character says smth like “I will NOT go to [place] and that is FINAL” and then it cuts to them in that place I eat that shit up every single time
Okay but imagine being the team of Eridian scientists tasked with keeping Erid's Only Human alive for as long as possible while the whole planet's environment is literally trying to kill him. And then Rocky shows up and is like:
“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”
“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”
Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”
“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”
“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”
To celebrate Erid getting their sun back on track, Grace asks for some alcohol. There's a small amount left from the Hail Mary and Rocky offers to take it to the science Eridians to see if they can synthesise more.
“Grace want this liquid for celebration.”
“Of course.” They scan it. “You have wrong liquid. This contain compounds which are poisonous for humans.”
“Yes yes yes. Grace say humans like feeling of being slightly poisoned.”
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I also like the idea of showing something as a problem before it’s shown as a strength. Almost every character trait has two sides, and by showing the “bad” side first, it sets things up to not only make sense, but to also be very satisfying.
#public libraries are good because they let people access books they might never otherwise read#private book ownership is good because it's Yours#physical books are good because they last a long time and again it's Yours#ebooks are good because you can fit a whole library into the physical space of a single book and they're cheaper to produce#audiobooks are good because they're accessible to people with eyesight or visual reading issues and leave your hands free#in conclusion: all books are good and people should enjoy them however and whenever they can#(lest it be misunderstood I agree with you completely OP I just also really like books in general and it got away from me)
Heterosexual relationship culture is so alien to me and I don’t know if it’s the fact I’m not cishet or the fact I’m autistic but I hear so many things that make me go “Am I insane or are they?”
There’s a lot of hate on widowers and I saw a woman say “You cannot compete with a dead woman.” which is perhaps a reasonable statement to say if he’s constantly comparing you to his dead partner but that wasn’t what the post was about. And I realized “Oh my God, these people genuinely feel like they’re constantly in competition with their spouse’s exes and the ex being dead makes them feel insecure that they cannot best her.”
There’s also been an uptick in the ‘men and women cannot be ‘just’ friends’ rhetoric which I feel like is extremely dangerous and reflects the rise of fascism and sexism. Some of these stories of women feeling threatened by their husband’s female best friend have some merit and others are like “I feel angry that my husband still talks to the girl he grew up next door to and she and her wife are invited to family gatherings and included in family photos sometimes. Am I right to be suspicious?” No. No you’re not. I cannot imagine being you and living with that high level of stress and paranoia and constant torment and jealousy about your husband having a positive relationship with anyone who isn’t you.
okay look i know this isn't relevant to this post past the second paragraph but. here's the thing. the facts of the case are as follows:
1) I am widowed. my Beloved Wife of Blessed Memory(tm) died in 2019
2) I got together with my current partner about 18 months later
3) when I am committing acts of Foolishness my current partner loves to gesture at the sky to my dead wife, like "do you see this shit, my liege" and regularly says to me things like "[wife's name] was right about this" when my Foolishness inevitably comes back to bite me in the ass
4) this happens. all the time
more importantly:
5) my current partner is on tumblr
6) they love to incessantly send me posts
WHICH MEANS:
7) they just sent me this post with this commentary:
8) they really, really are ganging up on me with her. god help us if there's an afterlife and those two ever actually meet. "eternal rest" my ass, i will never know peace again
The reason endermen don’t like it when you look at them is because they communicate telepathically with one another by locking eyes! Humans are absolutely not designed to do this so when we look at them we are accidentally projecting all of our thoughts into them at the same time and it hurts :(
contrary to popular belief not everyone has an innate sense of internal gender or care to have one or seek a name for it, some people go their whole lives without questioning their occupation in one of two gender roles, but for some people, if pressed, they don’t feel that internal sense of ‘i am a woman’ or ‘i am a man’, and in that case i feel the switch over to transgender vs cisgender relies on active identification of a gender other than the one they were assigned. if someone’s like ‘idk dude I just work here’ then that’s valid
#i would describe my gender as not exactly ‘idk dude i just work here’ #more like…..when someone assumes you work somewhere that you don’t #but you know how to help them so you do it anyway #my gender is wearing a red shirt at a target
A portion of people in the notes are like ‘but that makes you trans. That’s called being agender’ and another portion of people are going ‘this is how the majority of cis ppl feel and it’s NOT agender’ and personally I feel like both of them are missing the point here. Yes a lot of people identify as agender because of this feeling. Yes a lot of people with this same feeling still identify as cis. These are not mutually exclusive experiences and it doesn’t mean the agender people are secretly cis or the cis people are secretly agender. It just means they have very similar experiences of gender that they choose to conceptualize and label differently, and neither of them are mistaken or wrong to do so.
it's okay if you as a lesbian want to fuck the straight blonde popstar but you can't be pretending she's a lesbian too girl at least make it a lesbian corruption kink or some shit
