I made a Twitter thread a while ago about applying for jobs and I also got an ask about some of the specifics about how I wound up here, so in spite of the fact that this video makes me C R I N G E, I’m gonna share it and we’re gonna do some STORY TIME. Mostly this is me sharing the specifics of my own, personal story but maybe there’s some broadly useful stuff in here, idk.
Also, a fair warning that my ~*story time*~ got away from me, so I’m putting it under a cut. The tl;dr version that’s more broadly useful is:
job applications are learning opportunities and you should make sure you’re learning things as you go about it
your application should be a tailored narrative of your career trajectory
don’t sell yourself short or forget that you hold cards in the process as well
the goal is a good fit for everybody, and that includes you; not every job is going to be that good fit for you
but then, I’m not a hiring manager so, really, wtf do I know
(seriously, take everything I say for the anecdotal nonsense that it is)
I found the listing for my job here on Tumblr. At the time I was freelancing and mostly pretty happy with it, but since I wrote my MA thesis on Nerdfighteria and had always kind of wanted to get into video, this looked like a really cool opportunity to work on great stuff & learn a lot.
The application asked for a reel, which I did not have, since I was mostly doing Virtual Assistant work at that time.
A huge part of why I applied was because I thought the application process itself would be a great learning opportunity.
I really didn’t expect to get the job. I can’t stress this part enough. Like, really didn’t even think I’d get an interview.
The whole thing, to me, was just a good exercise. It had been a while since I had applied for anything (I was freelancing on referrals from the get-go) and mostly I was eager to see what, exactly, I could put together in lieu of a reel.
I spent a week working my way through some Lynda lessons on After Effects (this wasn’t my first time using it, but I had only used it for suuuuper basic stuff). Much of what is happening in this video is stuff I figured out how to do while I was making it. That was, again, the point.
I bought a shit ton of green fabric. I rounded up all the lamps I could find. I had a vague knowledge of the fact that shadows = bad for keying, but really knew fuck all about lights. (tbh, lighting is still kind of a mysterious magic trick to me.) I spent probably an hour moving the lamps around, standing in front of them, recording it, and then looking at it until I could find what looked the least shadow-y.
I also watched a SciShow video on the slowest speed setting so that I could try to reverse engineer the basics of what was happening. I was literally just looking at it to see, “ok, but can I do that?” (Answer: not really, but A for effort.)
I wrote a very silly script that was a very carefully selected understanding of how I had been spending my time. This part is super important and broadly applicable whenever you are applying for a job: a huge part of applying for a job is creating a narrative.
(Important note: this does not mean lying.)
Obviously your life has (probably) not actually been a series of carefully chosen moments leading you to this ONE. JOB. But it’s important to find ways to talk about the things you’ve done that highlight how/why they are relevant. In my experience, humans have a pretty natural tendency to do this narrative reframing of their past as having led them clearly to their future. Use that. What is the version of your trajectory that most sounds like you’ve been gearing up for this job all along, acquiring skills both obvious and unexpected that would be useful here.
That’s the guiding principle of everything I’m saying in this video.
It’s also worth noting, though, that I laid my cards on the table. That is, I wasn’t trying to lie about anything and I was up front about where I was at. It wouldn’t have served anybody to try to be misleading about that fact.
So that was the application process, for me. It’s a tricky balance of being honest but also a carefully selected kind of honest. And keeping in mind that this is as much about deciding whether a company is actually good fit for you as whether you’re a good fit for them. I remember during my college admissions process, one school that I thought I really wanted to go to had a weird religious essay on the form that caught me off guard and made me reevaluate whether that was a good fit. Likewise, I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to do the 9-5 thing. Freelancing had lots of great perks that offset some of the overwhelming stress.
Something else that I did, that I recommend with a very cautious asterisk, was googling the people interviewing me. Again, partially this was, “OK, I know these shows they make, and I know vlogbrothers videos, but who are all of the other people who I would spend my days with.”
I had no idea who Nick was before I started, because I never paid much attention to the credits. But he was the one who called me to arrange the interview, so I googled him and found a great interview he did about why Crash Course matters, and there were a few specific things he said that stood out to me as, “yes, this is also why I think this matters and why I want this job.”
The asterisk here is: don’t be creepy. It’s a hard line to walk, but, ya know, don’t talk about your interviewer’s swarm check-ins or whatever.
In my case, I knew that in addition to concentrating on that narrative of how and why I should end up here, I had these other points to hit on in the interview. Again, don’t lie. This isn’t about saying shit solely because you think someone wants to hear it; this was about leveraging a piece of common ground I knew we had.
Lastly, I’d add that it’s good to be careful about how you walk the line between being excited about a company’s work and being a little overzealous. It is, at the end of the day, still a job, and you don’t want to come across as so enthusiastic that maybe you’re missing that point. That’s a really nuanced thing for which I have no easy answers.
A lot of this stuff is just luck. I gave a lot of advice where I could, but, at the same time, there’s also this weird combination of personalities that make a thing work or not. There’s a thing in hiring called the “airport test” which is: “could I be stuck in an airport with this person?” and that is a whole other weird, wholly qualitative element of hiring that ends up making a huge difference.
There’s the official bits and pieces that make up a job application, but then there’s the trickier interpersonal stuff about how that job fits into a team. Something not explicitly stated in my application, but which I’ve since learned mattered is that what I lacked in technical know-how, I made up for in cultural knowledge about YouTube. My manager is a former film school teacher who learned the YouTube stuff on the job; he knew he could teach me anything technical I didn’t know much more easily than he could teach someone the culture in which we create.
IDK. I could legitimately talk about this forever.
The Hufflepuff Common Room is earthy and round, with round doors and copper lamps. Sunshine beams down through square and circular windows. The image of a spring walk through newly green trees comes to mind when one walks into the common room. It’s definitely the coziest of the common rooms (though the one with the most rigorous security!) filled with fluffy chairs and sofas, forts made out of sheets, and plants lining most walls. Being next to the kitchen provides a great advantage as the house that knows most of the house elves so they freely get passed cookies and pastries. They show their gratitude by growing herbs for the elves to use in their cooking. Hufflepuff is the house of earth which is shown in everything from the woodsy atmosphere to the growing plants. The dorms resemble chalets with wooden bunk beds and floating hammocks in soft yellow rooms, and put their occupants at ease.
REQUESTED: No, inspired by a song I’ve been listening to which I’ve basically fallen in love with.
WARNINGS: Lil bit of swearing, slight smut (like mentions of party sex and their first time)
SUMMARY: You accidentally bump into Stiles in the corridor, and things accelerate from there.
NOTES: So, I kind of wanted to write something that took in multiple scenarios for a while, but I could never find a song that worked with that idea, or that gave me the motivation to write that idea until I found this song by Amber Run on one of my playlists.
It’s really gushy and cute and gAH. My ideal relationship. So, hope you enjoy! <3
pairing: Slytherin!Tom x Hufflepuff!OC warnings: language, garbage fluff i guess??? word count: 3.5k a/n: Apologies if this chapter’s a lil “ehhh.’ Mentally I haven’t been doing so well as of late. But writing helps! and I got to pet a dog at work today, which was nice. I love doggos. I’m off to class now, lil beans. let me know what you think! xx
P.s. thanks everyone whose been following me so far! welcome to the dumpster, make yourself at home, help yourself to some snacks lol.
father and I are pleased to hear about yours and Sam’s progress in Potions.
Slughorn is an excellent teacher, you’d do well to try and have his favor and
make it into the Slug Club. Your father is in talks with a new publisher. Someone
more tolerable this time, unlike the Muggleborn from Thames. Paddy is doing
well too. He says he misses you, and can’t wait for holiday. We are in talks
with the Hawkins family about a trip to Paris this year as well. They have a
lavish cottage by the ocean. We think that would be an excellent chance for the
families to get to know one another. Do cross it over with Penelope.
Flowers go a long way. I hear Penelope likes roses and—
crumpled up the scrap of parchment with a sigh and set it on the window sill.
He slid out his wand and pointed towards it, muttering a small ‘íncendio’ and watching as embers slowly
ate away at the crinkled heap. He watched as the paper crackled, the
fire a bright red against the green glow emanating from round, greenish lamps that
hung on chains above him.
He looked out the common room window
and into the depths of the Hogwarts lake. Since they were submerged underneath,
he could hear the muffled sounds of water against the stone walls, and see all
manners of creatures swimming up against the glass. While normally he would be
enthralled by the sight of magical fish coming up to watch the little fire, his
mind wandered elsewhere. Back to Kingston upon Thames, at that lavish manor house surrounded by
elaborate gardens, stone fountains, and marble statues.
A muffled voice
called from somewhere behind him and he turned around, facing a tall slab solid
black oak that made up his bedroom door. The little 9-year-old made his way
through hallways decorated with exquisite paintings and stairwells decorated
with expensive carpeting before making it to the drawing room. In it he found a
family of three, two silver haired males and one elegant-looking, dark haired
female. All three had a slight ghostly look about them, but seemed relatively
kind nonetheless. He hurried up to his mother’s side and watched from behind
her leg as the woman opposite them stepped forward. Her walk was elegant and
poised, almost as if she glided across the wood flooring. He looked down at her
legs and saw a blonde-haired boy about his age. He doing the very same as he
“Thomas, come here,
please,” He heard the woman across from him say.
The little boy
looked up at his mom. She gave him an expectant stare, and the boy did as he
“Yes, Aunt Cissa,”
he said as he carefully walked up to the family friend. The woman called
‘Cissa’ smiled a warm smile and reached behind her, gently ushering for the
little blonde boy to step forward and stand in front of Tom.
“Thomas, this is
Draco,” Her bright red
lipstick shined in the firelight as she smiled, “You two
will become very good friends…”
The little brunette
looked the blonde boy up and down before looking back at his mother. He wasn’t
so sure what possessed him to say it, but the words tumbled out of his mouth
before he could stop them.
Hello everyone! The spoilers for the new chapter were definitely… interesting, to say the least! After looking through the chapter a couple times, I noticed some inconsistencies in the person Soma saw outside of the gate, and the where Ciel actually was.
Towards the beginning of the chapter, we see Ciel getting in to a carriage with white wheels, a curved roof, a man seated towards the back of the carriage, a rounded window, and a lamp next to the window.
We never see this carriage arrive at the Phantomhive townhouse, where Soma and Agni.
The carriage that we see arrive at the Phantomhive townhouse is vastly different than the previous one. Unlike the other, it has black wheels, three rectangular windows, a straight roof, and a man seated in the front.
These carriages are extremely different, so how is it that Ciel would have been the one to arrive and the townhouse and shoot Soma? Soma thought that the person who exited that carriage was Ciel, so else could it have been? Who else is someone who looks exactly like Ciel… 2ct?
Past Abusive Relationship with Tony Perry. (requested).
Can you do a Tony perry one where you were an a abusive relationship and your dad used to hit you too but now dating Tony. And you accidentally broke his guitar and he yells “what the fuck” and you go in the corner and cry then when he comes to see you, and you beg him not to hit you then he tells you he loves you and would never hurt you?
I’m cleaning up my apartment; it’s a mess. Mainly because my boyfriend, Tony, had just moved in a couple of months ago. Currently, he’s over at Vic’s house or something, who’s another member in his band: Pierce The Veil. He creates mess everywhere he goes, and I mean everywhere. Dirty clothes are left, rubbish, paper, and I can’t forget: his guitar. It was his prized possession. Much more valuable than I was. He had a bunch of others but he loved this one. It was black and had green oozing over it, I had no idea what type it was; I’m not really a ‘guitar’ person, completely the opposite of Tony. He loves it so much, he’s owned it for ages, it’s always been his favourite. Soon enough it’s going to get broken, especially because of the way he leaves it around the house everywhere. This time, it was displayed nicely over my living room floor. I sigh out loud to myself. I specifically moved a bunch of stuff out from my old spare room so that he could put all of his music equipment in there. Does he use it? Of course not. Wires and such are wound round my stairs, lamps, tables. Everywhere. It’s like he uses every room apart from that one.
I grab the neck of the guitar and hoist it from the floor. The amount of times I’ve had to manoeuvre this lump of wood is unreal. Admittedly, I carry it clumsily out of the living room. Jeez, cleaning up after your boyfriend should be a sport. I mumble to myself as I drag my feet up the stairs. Stupidly, I don’t watch where I’m going. “Fuck!” I curse as I trip over one of the higher up stairs. Releasing Tony’s guitar, it bashes itself down the staircase. I see chips of paintwork jolt off of it. My eyes widen as I see it lay, practically shattered, by the bottom of the stairs. I can see about three strings split. I freeze at the top of the stairs. Uh oh. I rush down the stairs then sit in front of it on the floor. As I said: some paintwork is missing, strings have snapped, and I notice a crack in the guitars neck. For a moment, I’m speechless. I sit there in silence. Then the thoughts pour in. W… What if he gets angry? Just… Just like Ryan did… Just like my father would… What if he… he… hits me? My thoughts stutter. Both my father and Ryan would get angry if I smashed one of their alcohol bottles my accident and they had tons. This was Tony’s one and only favourite guitar… Tony’s never done anything like that to me before, he’s gotten angry but he’s never hit me. Regardless of that, I freeze as I feel my past almost becoming my present. The fear of someone growling in your face, the look of complete disgust plastering their own. Seeing someone’s fist lunge at your face… He… He’s going to hit me… He’s not going to love me… or want me… As I said: that guitars more valuable than I am. I feel my eyes shatter like glass. I sit there and stare at the guitar. What can I do?
Just my luck, I hear a key enter the front door. It’s Tony coming home… I scatter back a little, so I can see him walk through the door. Flicking his hair, I see his eyes are drawn to me, he sees the tears. Hurriedly, he makes his way over to me before crouching down. He doesn’t notice his guitar… Yet. His luxurious eyes meet mine. “Y/N, what’s u-” His mouth drops open as he looks to my side. He stands up tall. “Y/N, what the fuck?” He growls at me. “What the fuck have you done to my guitar?” He yells at me. “I… I’m sorry…” I whimper, shading myself. My body whelms up. “For fuck sake, Y/N.” He shouts, his hands dart outwards. I prepare for what I’m used to happening. Planning my escape, I sprint off as quickly as I could like I would with my father and Ryan. I hide behind the curtain in my living room. I curl up into a tight ball, clutching my knees firmly to my chest, my head rammed to my thighs. Tears claw their way down my pale cheeks. Sitting here, petrified, is a familiar feeling which I wish left me a long time ago. In my own house… I’m afraid, scared. “Y/N?” I hear Tony’s voice call my name. I can’t recognise the tone; my ears are muffled with the amount of tears that I’m choking on. Fully knowing what’s going to happen to me, I keep quiet. But I see a dark shadow look in front of the curtain. Drawing the curtain, he reveals me to him. “D… Don’t hit me.” I plead as I cry into my thighs. “Y/N…” Tony pats my thighs, trying to break my sturdy ball. “I… I’m not letting go.” I murmur to myself in a whisper, I don’t know if he can hear me or not. “Y/N, I’m not going to hit you, come on, come here.” He coos to me. Reluctant to move, I shake my head. Scooping my hunched body in his arms, he places me down on his sofa. He rests himself up against the arm of the chair, then he slides my body up next to his. His left arm supports my back as his other hand strokes my thigh softly. “I… I’m sorry.” I stammer, tears still dripping faintly off my eyelashes. I can’t seem to calm myself down, my breaths are still quick and unsteady. “It’s okay, Y/N.” He whispers in my ear. “But… But I broke it.” I sob, not being able to look into his eyes. “Hey, I can get it fixed. It’ll be good as new, don’t you worry about it.” He nuzzles his nose to mine. I know he’s lying, it will never be as good as new, but he successes in making me feel better. Breathing slower, I finally relax in Tony’s grasp. “Now, Y/N. Why would you ever think that I would dare to hit you? Your past makes you feel uneasy, I know that… But honestly, I will never, ever hurt you. I wouldn’t dream of it, no matter now angry I ever get, I won’t hit you, Y/N. I promise.” He says innocently, before laying benevolent kisses on my neck. I cosily snuggle against his warm body as he does so. His lips trail up my neck to my face, before finally reaching my lips. Passionately, he brushes his soft lips against mine. “I’m sorry for thinking that Tony, I really am.” I apologise guiltily. “Don’t worry.” He coaxes me gently. “I love you.” He whispers in a sweet, loving voice. “I’ll do anything to prove it.” He adds, squeezing my body tightly to his.
“The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them.”
“Our common room lies behind a concealed entrance down in the dungeons. As you’ll see, its windows look out into the depths of the Hogwarts lake. We often see the giant squid swooshing by – and sometimes more interesting creatures. We like to feel that our hangout has the aura of a mysterious, underwater shipwreck.”
“Hasn’t changed much, has it?” Noctis asked. “Everything’s still where I left it.”
The four of them were currently in his old room in the Citadel, taking a bit of a break before going to the throne room to confront Ardyn. Fighting through a city’s worth of daemons and the Infernian was no easy task.
Each member of the group was spread out across the room, all with their own respective space: Gladiolus by the door (in case Ardyn tried to launch a sneak attack), Prompto by the window trying to take pictures of the Citadel, Ignis seated on one of the black sofas in the middle of the room, and Noctis sprawled out on his old bed.
“Nah,” Gladiolus replied. “The King pretty much told everyone not to try and touch your stuff. Hell, he even had me and Iggy check on it at least once a week to make sure nothing had changed.”
“Seriously?” Noctis chuckled. “A little much, don’t you think?”
“Well,” Ignis cut in, facing your general direction. “His Majesty wanted to make sure that, in the event that you would return to the Citadel, everything would be just as if you had never even left.”
“Down to the dirty clothes though?” Prompto scrunched up his nose in mock disgust, holding up a faded black t-shirt that looked like it had seen better days. Turning to Noctis, he joked, “Seriously, dude. Which one of us was living alone again?”
They all let out a hearty series of laughs, exhaustion temporarily forgotten. For a moment, the party of four imagined that they were all just hanging out in Noctis’ room on a normal day…
Not on their way to send Noctis to his death.
Somehow, all present seemed to remember that little fact and the laughter immediately died down. All that hung in the air now was a heavy silence loaded with grief.
No one spoke, nor did anyone move a muscle. Collectively, everyone wanted to just make time stop, suddenly have Bahamut or any other Astral tell you all that there was another way to save your King…Hell, even wishing that Ardyn would just give up and off himself.
Anything to keep them all together.
Noctis suddenly stood up from his place on the bed, Gladiolus and Prompto watching as he went to stand in front of the television. For a moment, they wondered what he was doing before the realization sank in.
“Noct?” Ignis asked, a slight tremble to his voice as he turned to where he knew the King had stopped. “Is it time?”
“Yeah,” he replied, an uneasy smile on his face.
“Sure you wanna go through with this, buddy?” Prompto was shaking a little now, fists clenching and unclenching. “We don’t have to if you wanna back out.”
“Hey, he said he really wanted to do it,” Gladiolus said, giving the gunner a light pat on the back. “Besides, our hard work would’ve gone to waste if we didn’t go through with it. Right, Noct?”
“Y-yup,” he tried to put on a brave face for his brothers. Shooting a sad yet grateful look at his Shield, Noctis took a deep breath before speaking again.
“Okay, who wants to go first?”
“I’ll start off this pre-funeral, if you guys don’t mind,” Gladiolus spoke up. Prompto and Ignis nodded in his direction, the Shield now making his way toward Noctis, who had made himself comfortable on the sofa beside Ignis to make it easier for the blind man later on.
“Alright, big guy,” the Chosen King replied. “What do you have for me?”
“A poem, actually,” Gladiolus sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “One I wrote myself.”
He rummaged in his pockets before pulling out a sheet of crumpled paper. Smoothing it out, he cleared his throat before he began to read.
“Stop all the clocks, cut off all the phones,
Prevent Umbra from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
“Let airships circle, moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is dead’,
Put crepe bows ‘round lamp posts on the streets that he loves,
Let the Hunters of Eos wear black cotton gloves.
“He was my North, my South, my East, my West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought our brotherhood would last forever: I was wrong.”
Gladiolus paused to take a breath, his normally even voice cracking ever so slightly. When he had recovered enough, he continued with the last verse.
“The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
As the last word tumbled from his lips, Gladiolus excused himself from the room, muttering something about scouting the bathroom in case Ardyn showed up. When the door had closed behind him, Ignis spoke up.
“Might I have my turn next, Noct?” He asked quietly, his voice trembling.
“O-of course, Specs,” Noctis coughed out, trying to hold in his tears. “As soon as Gladio gets back, alright?”
A nod, then total silence…
Save for the muffled sobs from the behind the bathroom door.
When Gladiolus had returned from his ‘recon’, Ignis pulled out his own piece of paper from his pocket. This one was neatly folded, the text in Braille.
“Alright, Ignis,” Noctis turned to address his adviser. “Let’s have it.”
The strategist cleared his throat before he spoke.
“Noctis Lucis Caelum was a selfish, lazy prince who hated vegetables, loved to sleep in, and generally give his ever-loyal companions some form of grief.”
Gladiolus and Prompto burst into laughter at the introduction, Noctis burying his head in his hands.
“Igniiiiiis,” the black-haired man whined. “Really? You’re gonna call me out now?”
“Better late than never, Highness,” Ignis smirked. “You asked me to write down what I wanted to say, did you not?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Noctis groaned, lips twitching into a smile. “Anyway, are you just going to diss on me the entire eulogy or what?”
“I was just getting to that,” Ignis replied. “Unless you don’t want me to continue?”
“Keep going, Iggy,” Gladiolus snorted. “I wanna hear the rest of it.”
“Hear, hear!” Prompto cackled, clutching his side from laughing too much.
“Aaaand, that’s enough from the peanut gallery,” Noctis chuckled. “Seriously though. Go ahead, Specs.”
“Very well,” he cleared his throat once more, allowing the energy in the room to die down a little before resuming his eulogy.
“In spite of all this, we forgive him and continue to remain by his side. We do so not because he is royalty, and we are sworn to protect him at the cost of our own lives. Neither is it because he is the one chosen by the Astrals to purge the world of the Starscourge, or because he had thirty-odd years when he should have gotten more.”
“Just thirty, Specs,” Noctis teased.
“Time is a strange thing in this new world, Noct,” Ignis replied. “Calendars and such were done away with for the most part. This was written assuming your birthday may have already passed.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Noctis shrugged. “Just get on with it, Specky.”
“Of course,” Ignis continued.
“Noct’s patience was quite short as well, so much so that he would keep interrupting you at his own funeral just to tell you to hurry up.” This elicited a snort from Gladiolus and Prompto.
“He was also quite moody. Astrals above, he couldn’t even breathe without complaining about something that was bothering him. Plus, he was quite silly. I do not believe I have ever met someone with as much…sharpness as Noct has ‘erryday’.” He adopted a lightly teasing tone, his charge’s catchphrase strange on his tongue. The other two members of their group were once again howling with laughter, with their guest of honor muttering curses under his breath.
When everyone had calmed down enough, Ignis spoke once more, his tone grave.
“I shall say this, however, of my beloved charge and brother. If the day comes where technology has advanced enough that they may be able to replace my eyes, I will politely tell them to shove off…” He trailed off, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat.
“For I would rather spend just one more night with him as I am than to spend a lifetime of seeing without him.”
When Ignis had finished, the room was draped in heavy silence once more, only broken by Noctis’ shuffling to hug his beloved adviser.
“I guess…it’s my turn now, huh?” Prompto timidly asked once he could find his voice again. What Ignis and Gladiolus had written…they caused the blond to nearly break down right then and there.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Noctis grinned at his best friend. “Let’s hear what you’ve got.”
“Alright..I can do this,” the gunner muttered to himself, taking a few deep breaths before grabbing the creased paper in his pocket and addressing the black-haired man.
“So…how’s it going?” Prompto began. “My name is Prompto Argentum, and Noctis Lucis Caelum was pretty much my best friend for life. The story of our friendship is an epic one…one which I probably wouldn’t be able to describe in more than one sentence before I turn into a crying mess.” He chuckled sadly at this, noting the encouraging stares (and presence, from Ignis) of his brothers.
“Like all stories of friendship, ours will die with us, as it should,” Prompto continued, feeling the lump in his throat threaten to resurface. He tried to play it off with a nervous laugh as he read the rest of his eulogy. “You know, back then, I was hoping I’d stay friends with him long enough for him to be doing this for me since there’s really no one else…um…”
The blond paused for a minute to compose himself, tears threatening to spill out at any given second. He flinched slightly when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, looking up to see Noctis.
“You wanna continue, Prompto?” He asked, smiling sadly. “I don’t blame you if you wanna stop…”
“No,” the gunner replied immediately, shaking his head. “I wrote this especially for you, buddy. I’ll be damned if you don’t get to hear it all.”
“Alright then,” the Chosen King chuckled. “Have it your way.”
“Damn right I will,” Prompto joked back. Gladiolus and Ignis both sent him a small smile, proud of how much their youngest member has grown over the past decade.
“Anyway…Like I said, since I can’t talk about our friendship without me being admitted to the nearest psych ward, I’m gonna talk about something I hate: math.” This elicited chuckles from his three companions, causing a smile to appear on his own lips before continuing.
“I’ve never been good at math, but I’m sure of this: There are infinite numbers between zero and one. Point one, point two, and so on…like I said, infinite. Of course, there are bigger sets of infinite numbers between…let’s say…zero and a million. Some infinities are bigger than others…a certain asshole taught us that lesson.”
“Y’know, there’d be days when I honestly resented the size of the set I’d been given. They just seemed too much, especially during the darkest times in my life. But now?” Prompto paused and bit his lip, a pained expression on his face. “Now, I just want more numbers than I know I’m gonna get. Astrals, I want the same thing for Noct too, more than anything.”
“Noct, buddy,” Prompto looked directly at his best friend now, tears flowing seemingly endlessly. “I just wanna say thanks for the infinity you gave me, even if I was nothing special…even after finding out the truth about me. I wouldn’t trade the forever we had for anything in the world.”
“So…should we get moving?” Gladiolus addressed the group once tears had been shed.
“Let’s,” Ignis replied quietly, adjusting his Kingsglaive coat as he stood. “Let’s not keep the Chancellor waiting any longer.”
“Wait,” Noctis said as he put a hand on the blind man’s shoulder, causing the other two to look in his direction as well.
“What’s up, dude?” Prompto tried to sound cheerful. “Not getting cold feet are you?”
“No, but…” Noctis trailed off, suddenly finding the carpet to be quite interesting.
“How many times do I have to remind you?” Gladiolus said jokingly. “Just spit it out already, Noct.”
The Chosen King let out a sigh as he pulled a piece of paper out of his coat pocket and presented it to the group, a small gasp escaping from Prompto’s lips.
“What is going on?” Ignis asked, hearing the blond’s exclamation of surprise.
“Oh, my bad,” the gunner turned to him sheepishly. “Noct wrote out something too.”
“Well, it would be a waste if we didn’t hear him out, wouldn’t it?” Ignis sent a small smile in his liege’s direction.
“Damn right,” Gladiolus chuckled sadly. “Besides, His Highness will get sulky if we don’t.”
“Good that you know that, big guy,” Noctis smirked at his Shield before unfolding the paper and reading his own eulogy for them.
“Iggy and Gladio know that, when I was a kid, I pretended to be a normal guy: someone with a mother who took great care of the family, a father who was around all the time and did whatever normal fathers and sons did with me, and maybe a brother or sister with whom I could goof around with and be myself around.”
“It never really struck me until ten years ago,” Noctis chuckled sadly, taking a good look at his companions before continuing. “But it turns out that I ended up making my dreams come true after all.”
He paused to turn and directly address his adviser. “Ignis may not be someone who sings me lullabies or tucks me in at night, but he does make sure that our asses aren’t cooked and used in one of his ‘recipehs’ at the end of the day.”
“Happy to oblige,” Ignis sent him a sad smile.
Noctis then faced his Shield and looked him directly in the eye. “Gladio wasn’t a guy who could give me advice or play a game of catch with me without wanting to embarrass me first, but he always made it a point to keep my head on straight and light a fire under my sorry ass whenever I needed it.”
“Well, someone’s gotta do it,” Gladiolus replied, his voice cracking.
Finally, he looked at his best friend and sent him a small smile. “Prompto…he was all that I could ask for and more in a brother. The trips to the arcade, the way he’d keep all of our spirits up on the road…Definitely the best sibling a guy could have.”
The blond tried to reply with a witty remark of his own, only for a few choked sobs to come out.
“All things considered, I had a pretty damn good family…”
This was all Noctis could get out before he broke down, hot tears hitting the plush carpet. He suddenly felt warmth surrounding him as his family pulled him in for a hug, the four holding each other in silence.
okay now that I’ve had the fidget dodecahedron (aka Holy Crystal Decompression Magic Cube, Batman!) for over a week and I’ve had some time to get to know it, I’m going to write up my thoughts about the pros and cons of it vs. the original fidget cube. pics included below each point.
1. the fidget cube has no sides with squishy silicone bits, and the dodecahedron has no less than 5! and they are amazing!!!!! probably my favorite parts. the nubbly part! the squishy clicker! the stretchy loop! the squeezable heads! dodecahedron gets a lot of points for this. A+++++++
2. the dodecahedron’s joystick sticks out much further than the fidget cube’s and it can be moved further and more three-dimensionally, with much more of a rolling motion, which I think is more fun. on the other hand, it’s less portable this way, more inclined to poke and get in the way or even get stuck on things. still, I prefer the dodecahedron’s joystick.
3. the dodecahedron’s spinning disc has a pleasing ridged texture and clicks when you spin it, plus you can click it a little like a button! it’s extremely satisfying. the fidget cube’s spinning disc, though smooth and non-clickable, is cool too, but the dodecahedron definitely wins this one.
4. the gears on the dodecahedron spin quickly and without any resistance, while the gears on the fidget cube go click click click. I like the fidget cube’s gears better.
5. both have sides with multiple buttons, but they’re very different. different shapes, different arrangements. I don’t know that I have a preference; they’re both very fun. maybe I prefer the dodecahedron’s? maybe?? i’m really not sure, I love them both
6. the worry stone sides are pretty similar, though the fidget cube’s is more gently curved. I probably prefer the fidget cube’s, but it’s not that huge a difference.
7. the rocking switches of each device are quite different. the dodecahedron’s is small and round, like on a lamp, and clicks back and forth sharply. the fidget cube’s is wide and has a gentler, longer motion. I like them both, but I’m pretty sure I prefer the fidget cube’s.
8. the fidget cube has a rolling ball in a socket that rolls around and clicks, and the dodecahedron doesn’t have anything like that. it’s one of my favorite parts of the cube. A+++++
9. the dodecahedron has these three slidey things that go back and forth; they’re offset from each other, and they can be positioned anywhere along the track, so you can make different arrangements, and it’s a nice slidey feeling. the cube doesn’t have a thing like that. it’s not my most favorite part of the dodecahedron, but it’s grown on me and I do like it quite a bit. A Good Thing
10. the fidget cube definitely wins in portability. You can just stick it in the pocket of most jeans quite comfortably. not so with the dodecahedron: you might be able to cram it in some loose jeans with very big pockets, but it probably still wouldn’t be comfortable, like having a tennis ball with a bunch of big pokey bits sticking out pressing into your thigh. and in most pockets it just wouldn’t fit at all. you can carry it in a hoodie or jacket pocket though, or in a bag, or in your hand. probably cargo pants or something similar too.
12. by the same token, the dodecahedron is much more conspicuous. it’s a little smaller than a tennis ball and just the right size to grip in your fist (or my fist, anyway), filling up your hand. meanwhile, the fidget cube is way smaller and can just be held in your fingers or hidden in your hand without necessarily being noticed.
13. the fidget cube is very well made, and while the dodecahedron is cheaper, it seems reasonably durable so far? it feels solid enough and nothing’s broken or seems like it’s going to break so far. of course, I can’t say for sure yet, as I haven’t had it for long. but at this point they both seem reasonably sturdy.
14. I just want to give another shout-out to the dodecahedron’s silicone bits because god i love them so much and there are five sides of them and they’re all differently stimmy and awesome and make my fingers so happy
“The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.”
Because of mobility issues from the stroke I haven’t been able to get back into my house since I left in January. My mother offered to go clean for me the other day. She mentioned, when she came back to the apartment, that she had gotten rid of my chaise lounge, my bed, and my coffee table. My mattress was old, but the rest was perfectly fine. When I went over today, everything below had been thrown away, as had 90% of my clothes.
Queen sized bed
Antique metal frame Twin bed
Two side chairs
Upholstered X bench
Desk chair (wood)
Vintage steelcase upholstered stool
Silvered glass lamp
Round maple table
Walnut coffee table
Large wood framed mirror
Vintage wood screen panels (2)
Red folding stool
Queen sized quilt (2)
Queen sized bedspread
Large metal shelving unit
Rolling metal cart
She also threw away my 2016 MacBook because to her “it looked old”–at least that I was able to recover.
what type of plant do you have along your ceiling? Also, how do you keep it healthy and alive?
Okay I am getting this a lot and also many other questions about my room so I will try to answer them all here. This comes from my own, modest, personal experience so please take it for what it is! I have sixteen vases around my room and the plant’s name is Devil’s Ivy (pipremnum aureum) because apparently they are very vigorous and adaptable plant so it’s very difficult to kill (and that’s make it easier to take care of it). These babes love bright places but not direct sunlight, they do quite well even with low lights but they grow way faster when there’s some light. I have around ten round lamps close to the vases to keep the vines happy and well covered in light! and also it looks very nice at night, aw.
all these come from the same plant, basically you just have to cut off around 10 cm from the tips of the vines and keep it for a few days in water, and it will grow some small and nice roots that will soon develop in a bigger and bigger plant. I water each one of them once a month month in very cold winter, every five days in august and around every two weeks in spring and autumn. They love love love a humid environment so I spray their leaves from time to time with water. The vines can grow up to 30 meters apparently, but they don’t reach that size when kept inside pots (luckily for me hehe) when healthy they have a very lovely and bright green color. when there’s too much water or too little its color becomes pale and they start to rot, which luckily happened to me just once (I was afraid they weren’t getting enough water but yeah I was exagerating) but they adjust quite well . To keep them up all around the ceiling I have placed some strings to sustain the vines as you can see in this pic.
They grow very fast when light and water is provided. If they are neglected (asking a friend to take care of them once when I was gone wasn’t the best idea) the leaves start to look dull and the plant stops growing. I remove the dead leaves every time I can so the plant is more free to grow and it also look prettier! After three years of growing that’s what it looks like to have sixteen of them. :) tiny jungle.
Also, sleeping with so many plants doesn’t do any harm. I am healthy and well and never had problems breathing at night, of course. It is true they produce CO2 at night, but the amount of it is absolutely harmless and way way less than the one a human produces while breathing normally. I’ve slept in my room countless times with friends - and the plants - and I can assure you we are all alive and well :) About bugs! The best thing in this case is having a insect screen at the window, so I can open it and get some fresh air without having to worry about the bugs!! I never had any problems though, and the fact there are so many plants doesn’t make any difference. there are some small spiders there and there sometimes like in every other house but I just gently take them out and the problem is solved. Some of them actually helps during summer when mosquitos starts to fly around so it’s not that bad hehe. Hope this helps!