February 16 2017
Kars has been floating in space for 28,478 days. That’s 2,460,499,200 seconds or
41,008,320 minutes or
683,472 hours or
4068 weeks and 2 days. 77 years, 11 months, 19 days and still going.
Returning to the booth, the look on his face must’ve been a dead giveaway.
“Yo… What’s wrong? Did you puke outside?”
No. But he probably would in about a minute.
There was no time to waste, though- he needed to leave now.
“Actually… I think I’m gonna head on home,” he said.
“Ah, good! Let me walk you–”
“No, no! No need! Right now I’m…kind of in the mood for…ah…running.”
His friend cocked an eyebrow. “…While drunk?”
“I’m nah drunk,” he said fishing for money to place on the table for his share of the tab. This was the best he could come up with in his condition. He was never a good liar anyway, so while drunk, he might as well been Pinocchio.
“Ah… Guan Shan, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He knew that tone. He heard it whenever his friend was right about to slowly coax him into doing something, afraid he was too wasted (or stupid) to think on his own.
You know what’s not a good idea?? Staying right here like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
He didn’t have time for this shit.
“I’m fine. I’m leaving.”
That’s all his friend was able to get out as Guan Shan made for the door and hit the pavement running.
Oh yeah, let’s call the ogre that threatened to sew your mouth shut with steel wires!
Let’s just call up that fucker there and tell him what you reeeally think of him!
How could you ever possibly regret it?
Let’s just dial the most evil, sadistic bastard you know at- what- 12?
He glanced at his phone- the screen brightly showed the white numerals: 2:11
Great! He was in trouble with He Tian and his mother!
He began to slow down. His stamina wasn’t terrible, but nothing impressive either. Especially with a belly full of beer. He was probably far enough away from the bar anyway. He had to think… How was he getting home? The subways were closed at this time, so he’d definitely be needing a-
He saw a taxi coming around the corner intersection- his light red and available for a pick up! He shouted and held his arm out, repeatedly curling the fingers downward, only to see the red light immediately go out.
Why can’t these taxis ever remember to turn their damn lights off whenever they’ve got a passenger?! He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking towards Yishan Road. The taxi barely drove past him before screeching to a halt.
He paused and looked back. Perhaps, the passenger was getting out? He thought of walking back towards the taxi…until it reversed…and stopped right in front of him. The door opened and familiar figure silently slid out.
Instincts took over and he pivoted so quick he felt nauseous. The sound of sneakers hitting rapidly against the pavement towards the nearest intersection filled his ears. He thought they were his own until a talon-like hand with the fucking grip of God grabbed the back of his shirt– choking him –and threw him down on the sidewalk. It was so sudden that the whiplash jerked his head forward before the back of his skull came down on the pavement.
Pain spread like branches of lightning from the back to the front.
He was groaning and trying to find his bearings when his pants started scraping the concrete as he was dragged by his shirt towards the taxi. Disoriented from a toxic combination of pain and booze, a voice crawled into his ear:
How to spend a full day working on a so-called “5 minutes, well 10 tops, presentation” on the French administrative system. My prof is always over the top, and expects us to talk about something for five minutes, when she can’t even teach one lesson in one class like she plans it. (Are we late according to her programme? Yes.) Full presentation written, printed, highlighted – ready! And I caught up on my poetry class (my teacher had to talk about WCWilliams the day I couldn’t make it :( ) and I definitely have to start on my midterms for this class… Maybe later today.
39 weeks and 5 days pt. 2
Don’t know why this didn’t upload earlier with the other one…
Anyway, she’s getting squished and I feel bad for her. She keeps pushing a foot out on the left side and I can feel her curling up and then trying to stretch out but she doesn’t have any room to stretch. Just get out of there and you’ll have all the room you want to stretch! Plus, you’ll have me and your daddy who will provide everything you could ever want and we’ll treat you like a princess! I got you a wipe warmer for your butt wipes just so you don’t feel anything cold on your skin, so take that as an example of what to expect! You’ll love it out here, I swear.
I’m egregiously behind on the Home art. I only got 7 drawings done in a month and I haven’t touched my stylus in a week because I got a job at a super high end florist shop that’s training me full time. On top of that I’m in the middle of redoing my room because I just really need that change in my life, and I’m painting a giant canvas. And I’m organizing the layout for my bday dinner next week at grandma’s house. And building an aquarium with my dad.
This is like, a huge amount of cargo for me to handle since my anxiety is sky-high 24/7 anyway, so I’m really looking forward to when all is completed and out of the way. A new room with a fish tank, a belly full of bday dinner, and part-time hours. Yay! Then I’ll get more time for finishing up Home. With that said, I am sad to announce:
The last chapter will be up early 2017.
There’s just no way I’ll be able to finish 53 drawings in less than 2 months. Even if I had no job and no other projects, the rate I’m going with adding all the extra detail in these last pieces, requires more time. I don’t want to half-ass it and pump out sloppy drawings, because it wouldn’t feel right to end Home like that. The last chapter deserves extra attention.
since the baby’s gotten so much stronger I wanted to try to feel it’s movements from outside my belly. so I laid on my back (sitting up a little/supported by a pillow) n applied pressure to where the baby usually moves and omg I gasped. bc it felt even crazier being able to feel the movement on my hands! it was totally beautiful n exciting. it made my entire night ( ◠‿◠ ) then I tried to help dario feel but he was so afraid the baby or me he wouldn’t put pressure lol even when I reassured him it was ok. so he missed out. mmm I still can’t wait until Dario can feel baby move. ♡♡
The season 4 finale is just around the corner, so what better way to celebrate than making an appreciation week! While this season had its ups and downs, we can all agree that there were outstanding and emotional moments worth taking down memory lane. The appreciation week will start on June 19 and will run through the whole week until June 25.
Day 1 (June 19): Favourite episode Day 2 (June 20): Favourite friendship/family dynamic Day 3 (June 21): Favourite romantic relationship Day 4 (June 22): Favourite character Day 5 (June 23): Favourite villain Day 6 (June 24): Favourite scene Day 7 (June 25): Free choice
You can participate by making GIFs, edits, fics/drabbles, drawings, or anything you desire. You don’t have to post on time, just make sure you tag #ArrowS4AWso everyone can see your work!