ive been having an off day

anonymous asked:

Will we get a Hail Mary update soon?? Claire need to get back to Jamie and set things right!! :-)

Hail Mary

Premise: What if Jamie and Claire had 1) been more openly affectionate, and 2) not *had* to get married? 

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV

Part V

It was eight days later that I rode into the courtyard of Castle Leoch, just as dawn was breaking.  

I could have gotten there sooner, certainly, but I had kept off the main roads to the greatest extent possible, taking no chances of falling into the hands of strangers. I’d had quite enough of that, thank you very much, and while my stint with one highland clan had turned out rather well on the whole, I had no desire to try my luck with another, let alone the English army. 

And, despite the danger and the fatigue of the journey, my heart had been light and ready to burst for all eight of those days.

…’Rather well’…

Understatement to the extreme.

It had brought me Jamie.

As foolish and romantic a notion as it perhaps was, I had found myself many times on that hopeful, frantic journey wondering….was it fate that I had come through the stones? That I hadn’t been able to get back to Frank?  Had some bizarre destiny planted the fascination with wildflowers in my mind that morning so that I could be brought to Jamie, and him to me? Or had it all been mere luck? Could chance alone truly have resulted in this wonder? Could I honestly believe that mere odds should have allowed two people— so exquisitely attuned to one another, and yet separated by centuries and custom and country—to find one another in a dangerous, lonely universe?

But even as I had wondered endlessly in the long hours and days and nights on the Highland tracks, I knew it didn’t matter; made no true difference why or how by what means I had found myself in this place, this time. What mattered was the burning in my chest as I swung down from the horse; the need of him singing out from my heart; that he was the only thing my bleary eyes sought among the dozens of faces that gaped staring—glaring—at me from around the mist-laden courtyard.

“Mary, Michael, and Bride–CLAIRE!”

It was not Jamie but Mrs. Fitz barreling toward me from the kitchen dooryard, eyes wide…and wary.  

So, my suspicions had been right, then— the rent party had come directly back to Leoch. Part of me had hoped against hope that they would have continued further north, upon the secondary loop that Ned had pointed out to me that night upon the map. If they had, I would have arrived well before them—giving me precious, valuable time to convince Colum of the perfectly logical (and fictitious) explanation for how I had been so tragically and unexpectedly abducted from Ned and Murtagh and the rest and then escaped. It would have worked, I thought; as long as Jamie kept his silence. Would he?

I care for you, Claire.

My mind snapped back into awareness, back to the cold, stark realities of the present. I hadn’t arrived first, and thus the entire castle knew of my desertion.

Nonetheless, Mrs. Fitz had genuine affection in her voice as she clasped me hard to her bread-and-herb-scented bosom. “Oh, m’dear,” she said, sniffing, and voice tremulous with emotion, “they said—Och, child, they said such terrible things—!“

I returned the embrace, feeling affection flood my heart, even in the same moment as fear and dead-panic. “What—what have they said about me, Mrs. Fitz?”

Forewarned is forearmed, after all. 

She pulled back to stare searchingly up into my face, whispering each word so as not to be overheard by the many watchful onlookers. “That ye’re an English spy—and that ye made off in the night wi’ no warning—and that ye came among us tae do the Mackenzie harm wi’ the knowledge ye’ve gleaned in our midst…”

Well, all things considered, I suppose I couldn’t expect fairer than that. I’d carefully formulated my story, rehearsed the details forward and back—all I could do was pray that Colum would buy it. And that I could talk to Jamie at the first possible moment.  

“I’m not a spy, Mrs. Fitz,” I said, as confidently and reassuringly as I could, bending to kiss her warmly on the cheek. “I can assure you, it’s all a dreadful misunderstanding.”

Lord knew I was not a grand actress, but Mrs. Fitz gave an enormous exhale of relief, looked both flustered and pleased as she took both my hands in hers. “I didna wish tae believe it of ye, m’dear—Such treacherous behavior, I couldna—No, I DIDNA myself believe it, child, but Dougal said–”

“I understand perfectly, Mrs Fitz, truly I do. I promise that I’ll explain the truth as soon as possible to Colum—I mean the laird. In the meantime,” I was literally swaying where I stood, “might I—trouble you for some food?—and perhaps a basin of water to wash? Before I attract more attention?”

The water would be pleasant, but it was food that I needed desperately. The bannocks I had filched from camp were long gone when I reached Craigh na Dun. Having no skill as a hunter, I had had to make do with what roots and berries and other edibles I could forage along the roadside. I had made it to Leoch on stubbornness and hope alone; but the reality was that I was very close to spent from hunger, and was having trouble keeping my legs and my vision aright.  

“Of course, of course!” Mrs Fitz said, already guiding me toward the kitchens. “Sweet child, starved and half-frozen.” She stopped sharply as we reached the doorway, looking apologetic. “Of course, I will have tae send word tae Himself at once that ye’ve arrived, Claire….given….weel….”

Given that I was still a presumed English spy who had just sauntered back into MacKenzie Clan HQ.

“Of course, Mrs. Fitz,” I said gently, “it’s the right thing to do.”

While she commissioned the boy known as Young Alec to take the message to the laird’s cambers and deliver my few belongings up to a spare chamber, my eyes swung once more around and around the courtyard. No Jamie.

Ten minutes was all I needed—ten minutes to explain how wrong I’d been to run; that everything I’d spat at him that night had been a dreadful, vicious lie; that I missed him; that I wanted him; that I wanted to stay. And failing that, even one minute just to be in his arms; to lay my head against his chest and feel his arms pulling me safe and warm against him. One minute just to hold him, and tell him with the gentle softness of my touch, with my eyes, that he hadn’t misjudged my affections; that he hadn’t been…’mistaken.’

Come find me, Jamie, I prayed upward into the walls of Leoch. Find me. Let me tell you what’s in my heart. What was there all along.

I followed Mrs. Fitz inside and down the familiar corridors to the kitchens. She ushered me—ignoring the stares and whispers from the kitchen staff—into a small room behind the kitchen hearth that I had never noticed before. Less than a minute later, I was gulping a mug of thick beef broth (“Drink slowly, m’dear, ye dinna want griping  in yer wame, aye?”), while she and a teenage girl drew me a warm bath in a small wooden tub before the fire. While I had protested that cold water was perfectly sufficient, the warmth of it and the sweet scent of the chamomile soap were together as comforting and bracing as brandy to my weary body. She helped me wash and rinse my hair, then wrapped me thick towels with a second mug of broth as she conjured a clean gown, shift, and stays for me, and then helped me herself to dress.

She sat with me by the fire as I inhaled porridge with honey and a small loaf with soft cheese. Her manner was still kind and sympathetic, but her eyes remained sharp and leery.

“I willna hide from ye, Claire, that the laird is no’ likely tae speak your name with kindness. Dougal was cursing ye roundly tae anyone that would listen—Old Mr. Gowan has scarcely ceased wi’ shaking his head and bemoaning yer actions— and wee Jamie, weel, he’s barely spoken, hasn’t he?”

That jolted my heart into a frenzy. “Has he?” I said lightly, not meeting her eye.

“Jamie? Och, aye,” she said, nodding gravely. “He must ha’ been sore affected by it. I suppose ‘tis only right, wi’ his loyalty to his uncles, ken? But my Laoghaire— she was sae glad tae see him return (she carries quite the torch for him, ye see)—but he’s been silent and lifeless as a stone these past days—Has scarcely given her as much as a ‘Good day.’”

Perversely, that made my heart leap. He doesn’t want Laoghaire, not even for comfort. He doesn’t want just any woman. He wants…

“Begging your pardon, Mrs. Fitz.” Young Alec’s head appeared around the door. “The Mackenzie requests Mistress Beauchamp’s presence in his study at her earliest convenience.”

I didn’t have the balls to ask Mrs. Fitz for a heaping four-finger glass of whisky, but Jesus H. CHRIST how I needed one.

‘Her earliest convenience.’ Which was to say, immediately. Which was to say my fate was to be decided at once. Which meant that if it were the laird’s pleasure, I would be expelled from the castle before I’d had the chance to even lay eyes on Jamie. Which meant—

Dammit. God bloody fucking dammit.

“Will ye do me the honor of sitting with me a time, Mistress Beauchamp?”

I sat in the proffered armchair across the broad desk from Colum MacKenzie. The laird of Castle Leoch was—outwardly, at least— as serene as ever, his appearance decorous and tidy, despite the earliness of the hour. Despite my earlier need for a stiff drink, I couldn’t bring myself to touch the glass he’d had a servant bring me.

He sat there surveying me, that quiet, wry smile playing at his lips. I lowered my eyes and waited, looking awkwardly around the room by way of distraction from the tension in the room. The laird’s study was just the same: luxuriously crammed with its beautiful furnishings befitting the MacKenzie’s station and wealth. His birds cheeped and chirruped eagerly, apparently not at all sensible of the tension pervading the room.

“Déja vu,” Colum said at last.

“What? I mean—“ I stammered, trying to recover from his startlingly calm non-sequitur. “I beg your pardon, my laird?”

“Déja vu. It’s French,” Colum said evenly, eyes twinkling. “It means, ’already seen.’ But surely—“ he said, gracefully arcing an eyebrow, “you, having family in France, would know that?”

I returned his level gaze with one of my own, though I smiled sweetly. “I do apologize, my laird, I simply was taken off-guard. Yes, I do know what the word means.”

“Aye, verra good…excellent.” He nodded sagely, lacing his fingers together on the tabletop, not breaking eye contact. “Then you’ll perhaps know, too, why I should be experiencing such a phenomenon at this moment….”

I knew precisely what he was getting at, but I feigned polite ignorance, waiting for him to continue, to make the first move. 

He did. “You…in my study…playing the harmless ingénue…after appearing on clan lands under highly suspicious circumstances.” He raised his eyebrows. “It does seem—to ring a certain bell, does it not?”

My heart was racing with adrenaline, but I smiled a smile of simple regret and opened my mouth to speak—I had rehearsed this all the way from Craigh na Dun, after all—but a pounding on the door made me all but jump out of my skin. 

“Enter,” Colum said, not seeming in the least bit surprised by the interruption. I regained my composure and remained facing forward. 

There came the squeal of hinges and the unmistakable snort behind me. “So it’s true then,” Dougal MacKenzie’s voice said said, low and hissing, “the prodigal wench has returned.”

My mind was a constant stream of all the curses I’d ever learned, in every tongue, and I’d played with street urchins in countless countries.It shouldn’t have surprised me, now that I came to think of it—Dougal was Colum’s right-hand, after all, and I had officially been in his charge when I’d made my escape— but it did. I had prepared for Colum, for his savage cunning masked in level-headed civility; I was equipped for that: for the turn of phrase and the traps of language and logic. But Dougal was another matter entirely—I couldn’t trust myself to remain calm and collected in the face of his pugnacious and irreverent manner. But I had to bloody do it, prepared or no. 

I didn’t bother to turn around, just said simply, “I’m not a wench, Mr. MacKenzie. And yes, I have returned.” This exchange was too important to let him raise my ire. 

“Prodigal liar, then,” he said, appearing to my left and coming to stand next to his brother, arms crossed and eyes blazing as he glared down at me. “Conspirator. Agent.”

My gaze was still cool, my voice still polite, but I could feel the shards of glass in it, dangerous to both of us. “I swear to you, Mr. Mackenzie: I’m none of those things.”

He laughed, cruelly and vicious, bending at the waist to put his face mere inches from mine. “Ye expect us to just believe the mere word of a lying, filthy wh–”

Will ye tell us, Mistress Beauchamp,” Colum said, his sharp tone a silent warning which Dougal must have comprehended at once, for he stepped back from me, and came to stand at Colum’s right hand, his own hand resting on his dirk handle.

Colum continued. “Will ye tell us what it was, exactly, that made ye suddenly choose to leave the rent party….and just as suddenly return?”

I took a deep breath, ready. “You will certainly recall, my laird, that since my—“ (Filthy, barbarous abduction). “—Arrival— with the Clan MacKenzie, so shortly after the death of my husband, it has been my desire to reach Inverness.”

The laird nodded. 

“It was my intention to join with friends there in hopes of beginning a new life among those I trusted. It was to them that I went the night I departed from the rent party. My longing for familiar faces had grown so strong, that I could no longer bear to wait. That is why I left. The simple desire to be among friends once more.” 

Dougal made a sound of deep derision, but Colum only nodded. “Would ye be so kind as to share with us their names?”

“Reverend Reginald Wakefield and his wife, Catherine, both old friends of my departed parents. I was a child, the last time I met with them, but there was no doubt in my mind that they would receive me. However–” I heaved a deep breath, pleased to feel a lump in my throat that lent emotion to my voice as I revealed the ‘sad’ news. “Upon arriving in Inverness, I learned that the Wakefields had taken ship for the Indies three years ago, to begin a Presbyterian mission on the island of—”

“How daft do ye think we are, woman?” Dougal growled, with a gesture so violent I shrunk back instinctively into my chair. “Ye dinna have friends in Inverness and ye NEVER did. Else you’d have written to them upon your first arrival here.”

I straightened once more and did my best to appear innocently perplexed. “What makes you think I didn’t write to them, Mr. Mackenzie?”

“Because—“ Colum interjected, his calm—earlier, such an asset to my nerves— now terrifying. Not a hand of clemency: a razor-thin knife,“—I make it my business to be aware of all correspondence in and out of the castle. Oh, not necessarily the contents,” he said, seeing the shock and disapproval on my face, “just who is writing to whom while enjoying my hospitality—as is my right as laird.” He folded his hands. “And there has been no letter to or from a Claire Beauchamp at any point since you arrived on MacKenzie lands.” 

I opened my mouth, but he cut me off with a soft, “—And if ye did manage to communicate with them… it does make one wonder…” He gave me his most piercing gaze yet, stealing my breath, “—why a woman with nothing to conceal should go to such lengths to do so…undetected?”

No. No no no no no, this was slipping so quickly away from my control.

“I do appreciate how all this must appear on the surface.” I could feel my heart racing with panic as I grasped at straws, desperate to remain calm and failing miserably. There was an audible quaver in my voice—damn it, damn ME!—“All I can do, my laird, is swear that I mean you and your clan no ill will, I have no ties or contact with the English government, whatsoever and I am willing to attest to those truths on anything you wish to name. The simple fact, however it may appear, is I saw a chance to reach Inverness and I took it. That is all.”

“Liar,” Dougal hissed. “Admit it: You’re a paid informant for the English. Ye left our company ten days ago to report our goings-on to your superiors, and now you’re back, despite your sweet face and claim to innocence, wi’ fresh orders and OPEN EARS.”

I was panicking. “That—that is simply not—”

He was looming over me again. I could smell his breath and feel it hot on my forehead. “Admit the truth, woman, and we’ll perhaps show ye some mercy. SPEAK!” 

A cacophony of sound filled the room and startled the birds. 

Dougal’s violent snarling: “Liar! LIAR!”

A whimpering sound. Me? 

Colum’s sharp, commanding, “I can think of no just reason—”


“—that a woman wi’ nothing to hide, should—” 

“Please—please—you must believe–”

Dougal’s hands on the arms of my chair. 

My eyes closed, the colors roaring in the dark. 

Stop. Just make it stop. Stop.  



“—Loosen your tongue–”


I felt his voice jolt through my body like a wave of electricity and I whirled my head to see him standing in the corner, arms crossed. 


I nearly sunk to the floor in abject relief. He must have entered with Dougal, remaining silent. But he was here. HERE

Jamie. MY Jamie.

Floor be damned: I wanted to leap out of the chair and fly into his arms—those strong arms that had held me and warmed me and kept me; Wanted to feel his skin against mine. Wanted—wanted so badly it felt like physical pain in my chest—to kiss him and feel his fingers in my hair. To talk. To tell. JAMIE. 

I forced myself to remain still, but inside I was thrumming with relief and joy. Everything would be alright, now—Jamie was here.

Tell them, Mistress,” he said, and the coldness in that voice was so shocking I blinked as though struck. 

He had stepped forward a pace or two, so I could see that his eyes, too, were hard and icy, revealing none of his usual bright eagerness. Even more disturbing than this, they held an alarming intensity, some silent meaning I couldn’t comprehend. “It’s alright, mistress. Tell them the truth of why ye fled.”

Another jolt, and I could do nothing but stare, my mouth gobbling open and shut. The truth? 

For one wild, ludicrous moment, I was screaming: ‘how does he know I was trying to get through the stones?’

But he didn’t know; he couldn’t know; he could never know that truth.

“I….CAN’T.” I finally said, teeth gritted and voice tight. (Because I don’t know what in bloody hell you mean, you damned, wonderful—)

“Ye can,” he said, walking around to my right to stand with his uncles. “Go on, Mistress. There’s less shame in it than being mistaken and hung for a spy.”

“What’s this about, Jamie?” Colum demanded, his eyes flashing.

Dougal, too, was mounting in his own brand of fury. He took a menacing step toward his nephew. “D’ye mean to say that ye had further knowledge of her departure—Information that you chose to withhold??”

“Aye,” Jamie said, his eyes downcast. “Though it wasna mine to disclose, before.”

Dougal gave a guttural roar and made as if to lunge for Jamie behind Colum’s chair, but before he could say another word, Jamie raised a hand and looked directly at me with that same hard eye as before. “With your permission, Mistress?”

I saw it now, what that look meant.  

It said: be silent.

I nodded and dropped my eyes to my lap, seeing the three of them behind the desk only from the upper periphery of my vision.

“Mistress Beauchamp fled that night…because I spurned her advances.”

I couldn’t have spoken a word if I’d tried. If I could have, it might have been a gut-punched, ‘…Jesus.’

He went on, quiet and careful. “I begged her to forgive me—Told her truly what a fine, beautiful lady she is, and how much I admired and respected her—but that—my allegiances lay elsewhere.”

He placed a hard emphasis on that word, and I thought I saw a shifting, enough so that I chanced a glance upward to witness the significant look Jamie was sharing with Colum. To my astonishment and relief, I thought I saw something dawning in the laird’s expression. Jesus Christ…this was going to work!

“And—being, as we all know—a verra strong-willed and reckless sort of woman, Mistress Beauchamp departed in the night—” He turned his gaze to me, “—too hurt …and vexed to remain…That’s how it was….aye, Mistress?”

I felt myself nodding but I was still staring down at my hands . I could see him in my periphery, his image blurring and distorting as the tears gathered. My throat was burning. With shame.

That’s how it was. Despite his phrasing, he wasn’t asking me. He was telling. Hurt and vexed—the mildest words possible for what I had done to him. His eyes told me the truth: Furious. Heartbroken.

God, what a fool I was. I’d come back, free in my own heart, ready to sing out a ‘ten-minute’ apology, then throw myself into his arms with hardly a thought for just how deeply I had savaged him with my words, my rejection.

His eyes were on the floor, now, and I wanted to tear my own guts out. 

Beauchamp, look at yourself.

I was.

And I saw—vividly—how I had ground his heart into the dirt when he’d handed it to me so tenderly and freely.

I had had my reasons at the time, yes. But God, how I had twisted the knife in his flesh. How I had ripped him.  

He’d made me a gift of himself and everything he would ever be, and to his eyes, I hadn’t even glanced at it before flinging it into the fire.

I did, Jamie! God, I DID glance. I looked and looked and it frightened me because I WANTED it. And I ran because I was married—because of Frank. But he’s gone now. He’s gone and I want YOU. 

Can’t you see that in my face? LOOK, Jamie. Find me, here.

“Well… that does seem to explain things.”

I looked up at Colum in surprise, wiping my eyes, which had been streaming. Apparently my regret and shame over what I’d done to Jamie was playing off rather nicely in support of the narrative that I was the lover that had been spurned. Even Dougal’s hostile posture had softened, though his look of distaste had not.

Colum, however, was not done. “Though it doesna altogether account for your return, this morning. If it was our Jamie’s disregard that prompted ye to flee…why come back?”

“I knew almost immediately,” I said quickly, marshaling my tremulous voice and picking up the narrative from Jamie, thanking him silently for handing me a lie with a fighting chance of success, “that it would look dreadful—as it indeed does, I am well aware—to have forsaken my word to the MacKenzies on a mere affaire de coeur.”  

I met eyes with Jamie and lost my breath for a moment. He seemed to sense that my looking at him disrupted my train of thought, and he casually began pacing before the bookshelves, moving to my right and slowly out of my line of sight.

I carried on. “Upon learning that my friends were unreachable, I did consider going south to England—or to Edinburgh or some other place I might have cause to use my skills as a healer, but my honor prompted me to return–”

“Honor,” scoffed Dougal.

“—and to beg the forgiveness of the laird and permission to remain in his service. Which I do now, humbly, under whatever terms you demand.”

Silence reigned, interrupted only by the chirping of the birds.

Colum and Dougal  leaned their heads together, sharing a heated, whispered conference. I wanted desperately to turn in my chair and look at Jamie, touch his hand, thank him, but I forced myself to stay still.

At last, Colum straightened with a look of decision, and surveyed me intently for a long moment before saying, “You may remain at Leoch, Mistress Beauchamp.”

My sigh of relief was far louder than I’d anticipated. “Thank you—THANK YOU, my laird.”

“BUT—” he said, firmly, “you will confine your movements within the walls of the main castle. And an escort will be reinstated until you have earned my forgiveness. And my trust.”

I nodded. “That is—more than fair, sir. I will respect your wishes.”

We made our farewells and I rose, taking the time to give my deepest, most respectful curtsy I could muster, but turned the very first second I was able, tuned so that I could see Jamie, ask where we might go to talk, alone.

But all I saw was the swish of a vanishing plaid.

[[Next week they talk, I promise]]

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hey uh just so yall know im. like. still into answering asks and doing comics and stuff im just busy and tired™

so i’ll get to stuff when i get to it, no worries. 9/10 chances are ive seen your ask and/or submission i just either havent found time to do what i want with it or dont know how to respond right now. so yep. thanks for hangin around. 💚

what y’all mean it’s already feb??

what valentINES??



Day 7: Overwatch Mission/ Fighting Side by Side

this is it folks! the last day of genyatta week!! this week has been so great,,,,,all the content has made me smile like an idiot countless times omg 

i thought i’d finish it off with lined and colored art and a couple doodles like usual lol 

it was seriously an honor to be apart of this week holy crap – ive never drawn so much digital art and comics within a week honestly 

thank u guys for all the likes, reblogs, and follows asdjkfsdb <333 hope y'all have a great day/night! 

The Trojan War & @wolfpupy tweets

Paris : it may have been a controversial decision but i dare any one who disagrees with me to go away and not talk to me about it

Helen : one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa

Hector : the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead

Odysseus : instead of saying what you are all thinking i say what everyone would be thinking if they were as cerebrally intelligent as me

Achilles : im well aware that ive accidently set myself on fire and its none of your business. i dont need your pity water either. let me burn in peace

Patroclus : hey kids, i know youre struggling right now but im here to tell you, everything gets worse forever

Menelaus : everyone who died or was killed on my quest to get really good hair and fashion sense deserved it and i dont care

Agamemnon : i give a voice to the people that you can never hear from because i am talking so loudly over the top of whatever they are saying

soooo ive had this character for a while now but only recently did i kinda branch her off of undertale (yes she still looks it cause i suck at animal people)

this is annabelle! she runs the orphanage in town in eve and byrens world

she is very sweet and loves children, very good at cooking and will act motherly towards anyone aka you will be lectured like shes your mom if she catches you miss behaving she doesint care how old you are xD

loves to help people

was pretty much eves mother figure in her life and hopes one day eve will call her mom~ (eve respects her so much that calling her mom is a bit strange for her)

shes also recently come to have a crush on a certain person(?)

her color and stuff is kinda off for me i might change some things in the future i mean it has been a longggg time now since ive drawn im trying to start doing it again

me: *fucks up my hair a little bit*

intrusive thoughts: cut it all off. it’s ruined. 

me: what why-

intrusive thoughts: it’s ruined. 

Not dumb?

So first off I have to apologizze for the big wait between posts. My roommate had me blank for a long while, and had me getting smarter every day. Lucky for me, the file on her phone has been working for the past few weeks, and she’s about ¾ as stupid as I was when I was my dumbest, which means she’s still become a giggling airhead. She brought me out of my blankness on thursday I think, and Ive just sort of been trying to figure everything out since then.

I feel a lot smarter, like I’m not giggling and I don’t get the fuzzy in my head and I can do math and my vocabulary is better, but I don’t think I’ll ever be as smart as I was, so thats good. And i tried listening to my bimbo file, but it still didn’t work, so I don’t think I can use that to make me dumb again. But my roommate is officially an airhead and I can pretty much keep her in line so that’s good.

So I need another file or anything to turn me into a bimbo, or I’d love to try something that makes me into something else, or really any brainwashing/hypno thing. And now I can do it to my roommate too, since she cant realy think for herself anymore. So if any of you guys have anything you want me to try, pls send it!!! Im really sick of being basiclly regular me again…

Confession Time

The past 2.5 weeks have sucked for me health and fitness wise.

A ‘Cheat Day’ turned into a cheat weekend which spiraled into a fuck it two weeks. So from this I learned I have to be strict, I personally cant do cheat days at this stage of my journey.  

Which is’nt a bad thing! Some people would be like aww but you shouldnt be so strict its ok to eat whatever whatever. But I am fat. Its not in my head. I have weight to loose, not just for aesthetics, but also for my health and mental happiness. So if sticking to a strict diet and fitness schedule is what I need to do until I get to a better place where I can handle that freedom then thats fine! Its all about the greater good.

I haven’t been posting a lot these two weeks because of how off Ive been but today is a new day! Im ready to step forward and get this shit done!

ive been trying to keep this off tumblr but ill be honest gang. i am not doing so hot. this has been one of the hardest weeks of my life. recovering the process i lost on my thesis when my computer was stolen has been slow-going and excruciating, its friday of my spring break and i dont even have one shot done when i planned to finish all my rough animation over this break as well as catch up on my other classes.

every day has gotten worse emotionally as i deal with the stagnation and the knowledge that i will be left behind by my graduating class and have nothing to show for all my effort. little things kept piling up and it felt like everything that could possibly go wrong, did. and then this morning, finding out that not a single one of me and jasmines 10+ assaulters will face any consequences for their crimes at all was too much to bear.

i feel crushed. i want to completely give up. i have been seriously entertaining thoughts of dropping out halfway through my last semester of college because i know there is no way i will catch up. i feel indescribably hopeless about my future. theres nothing i can do to fix this.

Keith Ape - Are You Kidding?

I used Keith Ape’s given name [Lee Dongheon] in this story for those who might not know…..

Originally posted by sakura-xo

There you sat alone in the sheer white gown. Looking over to your right you see the IV bag halfway empty, the slow drip bringing the sleep to your eyes even though you just can’t seem to relax enough to drift off. The nurse came into the room to ask if there was anyone that she could contact to come take care of you.

“There’s no one,” you said in a weak voice. Sure you could have said a friends’ name or even your boss, but you just wanted to be alone. Your boyfriend had been the first person that you thought of but he had been so busy travelling and recording in the past couple days that you didn’t want to feel like more of a burden.

“I’m sorry, miss, but are you sure? You just had your appendix taken out. It’s a fairly difficult surgery to recover on your own. Is there no one at all?”

You let your mind wander over a list of people. Since it was still summer break, most of your friends had gone on vacations or were off studying so you couldn’t call them. Your family all lived in Busan so they couldn’t get to the hospital here in Seoul. That left you with just two options: you could break down and call your boyfriend Dongheon [Keith Ape to the rest of the world] or you could just be alone. Shaking your head slightly your eyes fell on the IV in your arm again as the nurse sighed and left your room.

Your pride just wouldn’t let you reach out to Dongheon. You had been avoiding your boyfriend of seven months for the past couple days ever since he returned from the United States in a foul mood. He had accused you of being needy and requiring too much attention when you just asked when he would be able to spend some time with you. Snapping back to reality you saw your phone ringing and showing the man that your thoughts kept coming back to. You thought to yourself if you should answer but decided that you would wait until the morning. A text flashed from him.

“Jiyong said you missed your shopping date with his girl…”

You had completely forgotten about your plans earlier as you were rushed to the hospital. You had collapsed in the train station on your way home from work. What you thought had been a stomach ache was actually a burst appendix which required emergency surgery.

“I must have forgotten. I’ll give her a call,” you texted back, annoyed that he didn’t even bother to ask how you were. Sure he was always straight to the point but he normally still at least pretended to care. Your phone went off again but you didn’t bother to look.

Flipping on the TV, you tried to distract yourself with a rerun of a drama but you just couldn’t focus. Your phone kept buzzing every so often before you finally checked. Dongheon had sent multiple messages.

“It’s not like you to forget something like that…..are you okay?……why haven’t you been texting me the past couple days?…..hello…..hello~…..call me…… please I’m getting worried”

You sighed at his persistent attitude which was something that you loved but didn’t want to deal with at the moment.

“I’m fine. Just tired” you sent him back. He had known about your recent stomach pains but he didn’t know about the severity. You surfed the Web and checked social media. The phone started to ring as you heard a knock at your door and the nurse coming in. She looked at the screen but didn’t say anything as she checked your vitals and helped you to the restroom. Your phone was still ringing as you got back into bed. The nurse gave you a small smile and goodnight before leaving. You checked the voicemail, giving a long exhale at Dongheon’s raspy voice.

“Call me back or I’m going to break into your apartment.” He sounded agitated and worried so you finally broke down and gave him a call.

“Oh! Are you okay?” He answered in a rush which caused you to chuckle and in turn take a sharp intake of air with the pain for using your tender stomach muscles.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked into the receiver. You could hear the blinking of a turn signal.

“Oppa I’m fine. Just fine. What are you up to?” Dongheon told you about his trip and you tried to focus on his every detail but sleep was finally winning the battle and you dosed off slightly. Waking up you searched for your phone which you found had been place on the table next to your bed. There was a hooded form resting their had next to your thigh while holding your hand as you tried to pulled yourself up slightly, the form moved.

“You’re awake. Good, good. Here, drink some water and I’ll go get the nurse.” He pressed a straw up to your lips before you could process how he was here. He gave a call down the hall and the same nurse came in.

“I’m sorry, you had left the call up and I had come in to check on you. I asked him to come and I hope that you don’t mind,” the nurse gave gave a slight bow. “You spiked a high fever as a result of the procedure. It appears as though you have as minor allergy to the anesthesia and we gave you some medicine. You’ll have to stay overnight for observation but luckily it was only a small reaction.”

You felt Dongheon’s grip on your hand tighten, his mouth drawn in a straight line as he stared at where the IV was inserted. The nurse excused herself from the room as you sat in silence with Dongheon rubbing patterns on the back of your hand.

“When were you going to tell me?” He whispered not yet meeting your eyes. You rubbed your face slightly.

“I was going to later,” he just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“So I’m not important enough to be your emergency contact? I can’t know when my girlfriend is in the hospital after she collapsed for fucks sake?” His voice was louder than appropriate for the setting and you cringed at his words.

“You were mad, remember? I didn’t want to be a burden since you didn’t have time for my whining. Or don’t you remember that call?” You spat back at him with defiance in your eyes making him cringe in response this time.

“I thought that you would realize that I’m just stressed. I mean, you know how much you mean to me baby.” He kissed your hand gently. “I thought I was going to die, I was so worried.”

You gently tugged on his hand and pointed at you’d lips. A sly smile broke out as he pulled himself up to plant a kiss on your lips. He pulled away much to quickly for your liking which caused you to pout.

“So I’m not too needy?”

“You are no where close to a burden to me. Couldn’t be if you tried. I promise that I will always take care of you and try my hardest even when I’m busy. I’m such an ass for saying that to you, it’s not your fault that I get stressed yet I somehow took it out on you. How can I make it up to you?” You searched his eyes which were tired as the dark circles made themselves known. Dongheon always tended to look terrible when he hasn’t been taking care of himself and you could tell that he had been skipping meals and sleep for the past couple days.

“Just come up here and take a nap with me.” You tried to move gently but made some room for him to climb in the hospital bed. There was barely enough room and Dongheon didn’t want to squish you but based on the determined look in your eyes, he wouldn’t have another option. He gave a sigh but crawled into bed carefully as not to jar you too badly. You rested your head on his chest as his heartbeat soothed your worries.

“I love you, Dongheon,” you whispered in slight embarrassment as these weren’t words that you often said to each other. While you had exchanged them before, they weren’t often said unless there was a great meaning for them.

Dongheon placed a kiss on your hand again.

“Baby, I love you more than you could even imagine.”

You were released from the hospital the next evening. Dongheon looked a bit more rested but you had made him promise to take off the weekend, insisting that it would help you to heal faster. Now you were sitting up on the couch while watching your favorite show and waiting for Dongheon to finish on the phone.

“You have to ask the boss, hyung. She has all control over my schedule today,” Dongheon came wondering back over to you. He held the phone out to you, mouthing “Oscar” to you.

“Hmm, Oppa?” You greeted.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked while shushing the guys in the background so were being rowdy as usual.

“Yeah, Dongheon has been taking care of me. The pain is almost gone now,” You informed the Cohort leader.

“So do you feel well enough for us to come over? The guys missed you and wanted to celebrate the lack of appendix and new roommate.”

You coughed slightly, “I mean, that’s fine but what roommate?” Dongheon froze, eyes wide.

“Hyung!!” He cried as he reached for the phone. You held up your hand as the wheels turned in your head.

“Haha, oops! Well I guess he hadn’t said anything yet? Well see you in a bit!” And with that Oscar was gone and your attention was back on your boyfriend, who stood there biting his lip.

“Well, you know how we fought because we were lonely and hadn’t seen each other in so long? Well my lease is up soon so I guess if you want we can get and place together?” He was scratching his head as he asked you in the most round about way possible.

“I guess I could do that,” you gave him a warm smile as he bent down to meet your lips.

forever ago i used to have really great dreams to the point where i looked forward to going to sleep every day, i had a dream blog where i documented all my dreams with the occasional doodle if they were really good

when i got off medication my dreams faded further and further and now that im on a stronger medication my dreams have returned. ive been thinking about making a dream blog but idk if anyone would be interested. hm

also i got my entire Mass Effect Andromeda timeline panned out

Requested two days off

I’m gonna nab hella snacks from the walgreens/target by my work. bc god knows im not leaving my apartment for two days. im thinking some fancy sodas, monster *bc im not sleeping either. hell no*, some actual non cancerous snacks like fruit n shit. 

i ordered a new tv thats not the desktop monitor i have been using with my sweet employee discount. (tbf ive been saving up for this for two years so this isnt a splurge but a long time coming)

im planning on ordering some takeout for lunch (i havent decided on sushi, mexican or pizza. all are around the same pricepoint)

im gonna go out and get the game when gamestop opens around 9-10, get home, start installing the game as i get settled. 

and then just

not leave my apartment for two days.

thats it

communication lockdown.

im beefing my queue and remaining glued to my monitor for 48 hours. thats just how it is. ive been waiting for 500.

shit sounds ridiculous but honestly idc.