for the last few months, not knowing 100 gecs was a band, ive been saying "100 gecs" whenever i meant to say "lmao", "lol" and "lmfao" as a direct result of me misunderstanding this tweet.
my friends knew the band so they didnt have this misconception. and still they just kinda rolled with it??? like imagine something like your friend seemingly randomly saying the beatles, sometimes in all caps in the middle of their messages HELPP
i also thought the amount of "gecs" would change depending on how funny something was, so for example just sort of saying lol at the end of a message would be translated to about 20 gecs. a standard lmao would be about 60 gecs, and a proper LMFAOO was 100 gecs. i had a whole system
[name] wasnât sick, more so needed a mental health day after everything (pls take those if you need them!)
all the aoba johsai boys were very confused when oikawa skipped his warm downs (and dealt with iwaizumi yelling at him) and ran out of the gym
akaashi is so green flag and def has matured from it all, he holds a lot of regrets but figured it was best to not reach out to [name] after everything.
to be fully fair i donât know if that REALLY should count as a favor but itâs the thought that counts.
summary â being tobio kageyama's twin, it was no surprise that you were one of the karasuno managers. yet even after seeing team after team, there was only one player that caught your eye. the problem? he plays for the rival team, not to mention the deep history between him and your brother.
over on patreon Tama shouted 'shark' at me a bunch of times for the mermaid prompts, which obviously gets results.
goblin shark goblin Mitsu is here again to secure stray forbidden tomes that wander into terrestrial libraries, and this time she's brought the rest of her team.
 Sagami is the frilled shark lady who's head of Protection, physical and mental. some cults do NOT want to give up their tomes and some tomes do NOT want to get got. she's basically here to punch assholes in cloaks so Mitsu can work and create wards against unnaturally occurring madness.
Rea, the greenland shark lady, is the team's advanced translator and sacrificial editor. she's still pretty young at only 152 but she should totally be dead by now, a fact which makes the branch of Sedna's Fingers that raised her pretty smug. she translates books with words as well as books where the concept of words (or books) becomes debatable, and whenever a Rough Draft shows up she makes sure it's like, physically tolerable before letting it come in contact with anyone else.
theyâre 3 smart ladies just trying to do their jobs in this void eats sanity world.
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JUNE 1, 2015 â THE TOWER â RĂALTA
Iâm sitting at my piano, daydreaming about what it would be like to lie in a meadow, surrounded by wildflowers, with sunlight on my face. I long to experience natureâfrom the wildness of the great outdoors to the tranquility of a gardenâand to do things like lie beneath a starry sky or dance in the rain, but I know Iâll never have that opportunity.
I try to be grateful for the life I haveâthe fact that Iâm alive at allâbut every day it becomes increasingly difficult because, if Iâm completely honest, itâs not a lifeâŠitâs an existence.
Since my birth, every moment of my twenty-two years has been spent within this windowless tower; Iâve never set foot outside of it. The only interactions I have are with two othersâŠand those are very few and far between.
Celyse is the first. She visits only once a year; itâs been that way since I was three and a half. Because of what I am, both my intelligence and memory border on excessive, and theyâalong with my language and motor skillsâmanifested incredibly early in life. I began speaking in complete sentences when I was two and a half, and by age three, I was able to speak, read, and write on an adult level. At three and a half, I was able to perform self-care tasks: bathing, dressing, brushing my hair and teeth, and feeding myself. At that time, Celyseâwho originally visited twice daily, but those visits eventually tapered to once monthly as I became more capableâsettled into the routine of annual visits.
The second isâŠwell, I donât know his name. I donât even really know who he is; Iâve never actually met him. He and I sporadically connect telepathicallyâthe first time was when I was sixteen. I was sitting on my small sofa, reading, when I felt like I wasnât alone. It took me several minutes to figure out that I had made a telepathic connection with someone. After the initial shock wore off, I realised that the âsomeoneâ was a man, and that he was pleadingâwith what or whom, I had no idea.
âPlease, let this be the time that kills me. I canât keep going like thisâŠI canât keep going at all. Please, let this be the end,â repeated in my mind, over and over.
This manâs pleas for death made something inside my chest ache. Unsure of what to do, but unwilling to let him suffer alone, I did the first thing that popped into my mind: I sang to him, out loud, letting the words echo inside my mind.
Just as I finished that line, an overwhelming, searing, agonising pain filled my head; it was horrible enough that I fainted. I was fortunate that this didnât occur on the one day Celyse visited: given that Iâm impervious to injury and illness, having to explain that not only had I telepathically linked with someone, but that Iâd also been affected by their pain to the point of fainting, would have beenâŠdifficult.
The secondâand, so far, lastâtime I connected with him was last year, when I was twenty-one. It was essentially a repeat of the first time, but this time the pain didnât cause me to pass out, and I was able to sing a little more to him before the connection broke. I also somehow managed to get a fleeting glimpse of his eyes. I couldnât tell what colour they wereâhis pupils were so blown that they almost completely blocked his irisesâbut if I ever saw them like that, Iâd recognise them instantly.
Even now, they haunt my dreams.
When I wake from one of these dreamsâwhich I have sporadicallyâI always have butterflies in my stomach and something inside me practically screaming âmine!â Of course, my reaction does nothing but confound me, making it impossible for me to fall back asleep.
Iâd had one of those dreams again, which is why I was sitting at the piano, trying to pour my feelings into music. Shaking off the daydream, I begin playing one of my favourite pieces: Beethovenâs Sonata quasi una Fantasia, Opus 27, Number 2âalso known as Moonlight Sonata.
About halfway through, Celyse suddenly appears, startling me. Sheâs holding something in her arms.
She sounds panicked; her tone alarms me. She hands me what she was carrying, which turns out to be a satchel containing a large, leather-bound book and a thick envelope. At her urging, I sling the satchel over my shoulder so that the strap runs diagonally across my torso.
âWhatâs going on?â I ask.
âYou are leaving.â
âBut thatâsâŠthatâs impossible. I canât leave.â
âI have found a way. There is a letter in that bag that will explain everything, but now I need you to trust me.â She looks at me, her expression filled with something Iâve never seen before. âWhen you arrive where you are going, you will find yourself with people you can trustâto whom you can reveal your true nature. All will be well, but you must go now.â
Beneath the panic in her tone, I hear the ring of sincerity.
I nod. âOkay.â
Celyse begins an incantation in what sounds like Sumerian, though sheâs chanting too rapidly for me to be sure. As she chants, a glowing, glyph-filled circle appears on the floor, and I stare at it, stunned. She gestures me toward it; as I step into the centre, the air around me seems to shimmer. Rainbow lights swirl around me, their colours and brightness increasing in intensity as they move, and Celyseâs voice begins to fade as a buzzing fills my ears. Eventually, the lights become too bright even for my eyes, and I close them. A short while later, the glow through my eyelids dims, and the buzzing sound begins to fade.
I open my eyes, and gasp at what I see, slowly spinning to take it all in. Iâm in a large, grassy area, surrounded on three sides by trees; a lake with a small dock occupies the fourth side. Thereâs a houseâa cabinâin the clearing, with a car parked near it. I see that Iâm a few feet away from a stepping-stone path running between the cabin and the dock.
âEarthâŠIâm on Earth! And Iâm standing in the sunshineâŠon grass!â I think. âReal, fresh, wild grass!â
I fall to my knees and place my hands on the ground. The grass is soft and springy, and I love it. I flop flat onto my back, flapping my arms and legs back and forth, filled with joy.
As Iâm lying there, flailing about, I hear voices. Iâm not worried; what I am means that I can handle anything that Earth can throw at me, so I continue my antics. The voices grow louder, and eventually a man leans over me, looking quite perturbed. Seeing his expression, I stop flapping and stare at him.
âAre you alright, miss?â he asks.
I simply nod in response, a huge grin on my face.
âHowâŠwhoâŠwhatâŠâ he seems to be having trouble deciding what to ask. âWho are you?â
âOh. I ate two days ago. I donât need to eat right now. Thank you, though,â I reply. âAnd please, do not postpone your meal on my account. Itâs also unnecessary for you to picnic; I am perfectly fine waiting out here while you enjoy your food.â
She and Tony share another look.
âIf youâre sure you donât mindâŠâ she begins.
âPepper,â Tony grits out under his breath.
âTony, hush,â she replies in the same fashion.
âI donât mind at all,â I say.
âAlright. We wonât be long. Come on, Tony.â
The pair head toward the house. I watch until they disappear inside, then I sit down on the grass. After a few moments, I canât resist lying down again; I flop onto my back and stare up at the sky, watching the fluffy clouds drift lazily by.
âThank you, Celyse,â I murmur.
A while later, I hear Tony and Pepper returning. Sitting up, I see that Tony is carrying a tray with a pitcher and three cups, and Pepper is carrying a folded blanket. When they reach me, I stand and help Pepper spread the blanket out. Once we do that, Tony sets the tray in the centre, and we all sit around it.
âAnd donât play games.â Tonyâs tone is harsh as he continues. âYou appear out of thin airâliterallyâat our cabin, yet make no attempt to enter the building. Instead, you lie in the grass and flail around like youâre making a snow angel. You say that youâve never had a handshake before, and that you havenât eaten in two days but âdonât need to eat right nowâ.â He pauses, and when he speaks again, his tone is slightly softer. âYou look human, yet youâre clearly notâŠso what are you?â
Celyseâs words replay in my mind. âWhen you arrive where you are going, you will find yourself with people you can trustâto whom you can reveal your true nature.â
I draw in a deep breath. âThis will sound very unusual, but I promise it is the truth,â I say before answering Tonyâs question.
Translation (This is part of an old Irish song, âMo Ghile Mearâ (My Gallant Darling).)
My gallant darling is my hero
My gallant darling is my Caesar
I have had neither sleep nor good fortune
Since my gallant darling went far away
