yes i know it's not thursday

Goooooood morniiiiing

Monday, new week. Awesome weekend, yes I know I’ve told you a couple of times now😂

I haven’t been tracking my food since Thursday. Haven’t been eating that bad either, but there were a bit of alcohol Saturday night, heh. Back on track today though! Last week of school as well 👏🏼

Hey @hyeraus, so, hahah, this is what you have been wondering of for that one particular answer of yours!

My religion teacher have moved my assignment to Thursday because there will be a literacy practice on Friday, and my classmates and I also have this package to work on that’s due on next Monday, but I decided to work on the assignment at home today, so on the next day and Thursday, I can just finish my package during class time.

But on to the most important part, yesterday, there was a section in the package with a scripture that talks about how God created the heavens and Earth, and it took seven days for him to make the latter, and at the back, there is an assignment and what we have to do is we have to make a poem with a cinquain style to it about any of God’s creations that is dear to us.

Then instantly after I read the instruction, I wanted to do what associates with you the most, because, to keep this short, but incredibly sweet, I simply wanted to… show my gratitude to you more, than just saying it to you, so I wanted to express them through my work as well, and if it’s doesn’t click to you by now, though I am not exactly too certain that God exists as my personal faith and belief of general deities are all over the place, I am thankful, and forever will be, to God that he made you exist, Cy.

mob psycho 100 chapter 96.4

this chapter is only available on the mangaone app, so it isn’t slated to be translated by the usual scanlator until thursday. but why wait when you have THE ENTIRE TYPESET CHAPTER RIGHT HERE??? 

YES, THIS IS… a full and actual translation. TL’d by me, typeset by the dependable femoralynn, here’s the whole chapter.

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Ficlet (Almost) Friday: Soon

A/N: I’ve been reading the Mary Russell series (so if anyone wants to chat about them, pls inbox me - in fact, I think you’re the one who rec’d them, mizjoely). Anyway, there’s a part in the first novel where Russell and Holmes have to pretend they hate each other, and Mary’s pain at their act gave me angsty feels.

So here are my feels, in Sherlolly form. Plus Angst. Don’t forget the Angst


Soon

Sherlock didn’t have the chance to say a word after entering the lab before Molly cut him off.

“No.”

Sherlock shared his shock with John with a silent raised eyebrow he hoped Molly didn’t see.

“But you haven’t even heard-“

“No way, Sherlock.” Molly continued, striding around the lab, clearing up notes and charts without even looking in the detective’s direction.

“But I’ve been cleared for cases. Lestrade called me in this morning.” He looked at John for assistance.

“It’s true, Molly. We’ve just come from a crime scene,” John added.

Molly fixed John with a glare of such fury that even Mary, a seasoned field-agent and assassin, would shudder. “If you and Lestrade is happy to work with junkies, that’s your business.” Molly rounded on Sherlock. “I, however, have standards in the company I keep.”

With that, she marched out of the lab, slamming the door behind her.

John patted Sherlock on the back. “And you thought a few slaps on the face was the worst of it, mate?”

“Yes.” Sherlock said absently.


Molly didn’t break her gait until she made it to her office. Once the door was closed behind her, she collapsed on the floor, hands shaking.

He didn’t warn her how difficult it would be.

After a few minutes, there was a soft knock at her door. Molly stood up and dusted herself off before turning to open it. Although she knew who it would be before she turned the knob.

Taking a moment to check the corridor was free from prying eyes, Sherlock stepped into her office, locked the door and pulled her into a tight embrace.

Molly didn’t want to cry, but the warmth of his body beneath his coat and his gentle hands stroking the top of her head were too much for her to keep her almost fractured composure any longer.

“It hurts to hate you,” she said through tears.

“It hurts to be hated,” he replied, kissing the top of her head softly.

Molly pulled back to meet his gaze. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep it up before-“

She trailed off, unable or unwilling to complete the thought.

“Before the act becomes reality?” he finished for her.

The thought only made her want to cry more, but she refused to be weak, not when he had asked her just this one thing, and a really small thing, to pretend she still hadn’t forgiven him when reality couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Soon,” he said with certainty, although they both knew his words were as fake as he anger towards him in the lab.

She smiled, tight lipped and sorrowful. He lent down and for a moment it seemed like he would place a kiss on her cheek as he had in the past, back before the night he left for exile. The night everything changed for them. The night before the day that changed the world for everyone else.

But instead he placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her, desperately, passionately, reminding her of what was real. Forgiving her for the brutality of her act.

And then he left.

“Soon,” she muttered to herself before straightening her coat and returning to work.

2

Lesbihonest, the much expected Bellas lesbian fanfiction involving these next pairings:
-Beca x Chloe
-Stacie x Cynthia Rose
-Aubrey x Amy (didn’t know this was a thing but I am a-okay with it)
-Jessica x Ashley
-Lilly x Flo
-Emily x Taylor
-Gail x Kommissar (yes, I made this a thing)

Every pairing gets its song. Hold on to your feels.
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Chapter 1
Beca and Chloe “Wonderful”

If I fell in love with you
Would you understand me, dear
Love is weird

I colored you a valentine
Struggled just to stay inside the lines
I lose my mind

I really can’t believe
I lost myself again

It’s a clear Thursday night and Beca is sitting on a bench outside Barden, smoking a cigarette. She is wrapped in a blanket she stole from a stranger’s house an hour ago.
She’s tired. Not sleepy, though. Just tired. The wind is drying the tears she’s shed, leaving her eyes red and puffy. It’s weird because she’s not sad. She’s just really confused and even though she wouldn’t admit it, she is angry.

There was a party. She didn’t feel like going that night but of course, Chloe dragged her there. “But you have to go! All the acapella groups are going, including the Bellas. And you are a Bella!” The redhead said when she came to pick her up. She promised Beca she would hang out with her the whole night. So Beca agreed. At least she wouldn’t have to meet any new aca-people. Or so she thought. She was actually having fun with Chloe. There was drinking and dancing and most importantly, singing.
And then there was him. “Who?” Beca yelled at Chloe over the loud music. “Tom!” Chloe sang as she ran over to a guy standing at the bar. They hugged. No big deal, Beca thought. Probably a friend. Okay, maybe not.
She watched and waited for Chloe to come back. She watched and waited for Chloe to stop making out with Tom. She just watched. And suddenly she felt dizzy. She needed to get the hell out of there. She almost got out when someone yelled her name. But it wasn’t the person she wanted it to be.
“Becaw!” Oh God, she needed to run. “Becaw! Where are you flying?” He yelled after her. “Home! Feeling sick!” She lied.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. After a few minutes, her short breath took the best of her and she collapsed on a bench and broke down crying.

It’s not like anything happened between her and Chloe. They’re friends. But if they’re friends, wouldn’t Chloe tell her about her boyfriend? Her dumb, stupid, handsome, not-handsome-enough-for-Chloe boyfriend? She throws the cigarette butt on the floor and lights up another one immediately. She doesn’t feel like going home. And she’s definitely not going back. Suddenly, her phone starts ringing. It’s Chloe. She waits while it rings, trying to fight back the tears in her eyes. But Chloe doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t know. Beca grows impatient after the fourth ring.
“Hello?” She manages to choke out.
“Beca! Where are you?” Cheerful as ever.
“Home.”
“Liar. Is something wrong?” Not that cheerful anymore.
“No, why?” Wow. Nice high-pitched but barely audible ending, Beca.
“Then why are you crying?”
“What?”
Something moves in the bushes behind her. “Holy crap!”
Chloe walks over and sits next to the scared, crying burrito.
Beca looks down at her feet.
“I thought you stopped smoking.” Chloe says after a few minutes.
“I thought you were busy having wild sex with Thomas but I guess we can both be wrong sometimes.” Beca says, annoyed. “And I did. But that’s none of your business.”
Chloe looks at the brunette and frowns, “What is wrong with you?”
God, she just has to sound like a wounded puppy, doesn’t she?
“Nothing. Just tired. Sorry.” She throws half the cigarette away.
“Beca…”
The brunette’s face is in Chloe’s hands now. Her tears are wiped by the senior’s soft palms. How are her hands so warm?
“Why are you crying, baby?” She asks.
“Don’t call me that. And I’m not crying.” She turns away and Chloe’s hands fall to her lap.
“Is it because of Tom? He’s just a friend, Becs.” Chloe holds her hand, trying to look into her friend’s eyes.
“Well it didn’t look like it back there! And I waited! I waited for you to push him off and tell him to stop! I waited for you to come back to me! I’m fucking tired of waiting!” Beca turns her body away, not daring to face Chloe after she just raised her voice at her. She can just imagine the hurt on her face. And now she can hear it in her voice.
“I’m sorry.”

That’s all. That is all it takes for Beca to turn around and close the distance. She looks into those big blue eyes and time stops. Without thinking, she crashes her lips against Chloe’s. She can taste the saltiness of her tears and feel her warm, shaky breath on her cheek. It feels like two universes colliding. She remembers every moment she’s ever shared with the girl. Every little detail. It’s all there. In her mind, everything is alright. Except, it’s not.

I wrote a song about your eyes
Ate a slice of cherry pie
I cried all night

On the bench inside the park
I’ll kiss you slowly in the dark
I’ll never stop

I really can’t believe
I lost myself again

She thinks Chloe’s about to make a move and kiss back, when all contact is lost. Her heart sinks in her chest when the redhead stands up and looks away.
“I’m sorry.” It’s her turn to say it. Even though she doesn’t mean it. Well, she wasn’t supposed to mean it. It feels like hours before Chloe turns back to face her. She looks sad and Beca knows where this is going.
“You don’t have to say anything. I shouldn’t just kiss you like that. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking… I’ll leave you alone.” She stands up, stopping momentarily to look at the sad girl before walking away.
One… two… three…
“Beca, wait!” Oh thank God.
“Hm?”
“Don’t be.”
“What?”
Chloe walks up to her.
“Don’t be sorry. Beca, I punched him in the face. Right after you left.” She lifts up her fist, her knuckles a bit bloody. “I punched him because he wouldn’t let me go after you.”
Beca’s eyes widen at that.
“Holy shit.”
“You were right. He’s not a friend. I hate him.”
“But then why did you kiss him?”
“Honestly? I didn’t know he would kiss me. But when he did, I thought of you. And then I thought of Jesse. And I knew you were watching so… I didn’t stop. I wanted you to know how it felt. And I am so sorry for doing that to you.”
If anything, Beca is even more confused now. What is Chloe saying?
“Wait, are you… jealous? Of Jesse?”
“Damn it, Beca! He’s always there. Always! And I know you say he’s just a friend but Jesus, when does it end? He is absolutely in love with you and seeing that every day and not being able to do anything about it makes me so, so angry.”
“So you’re saying you want to spend more time with me than Jesse does? Or?”
“No. I’m saying I want to wipe that grin off of his face. I want him to know he’ll never have you.”
“Hm… and why is that?”
“Because you’re mine. You’re mine, okay? I’m not taking no for an answer.”
There’s no going back now. Beca can’t screw this up. Tell her you love her, idiot! Now! She opens her mouth to speak…
“I’ve never been more attracted to you.”

Baby take me for a ride
Maybe get a little high
In a place we’ve never been
Time is nothing but a line
We leave everything behind
It’d be so wonderful, wonderful

Looking for something crazy
Beautiful love and nothing now
I’m talking in circles again
Have my love, baby
Are you hungry for wonderful
‘Cause I am, wonderful 'cause I am

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Thank you for reading.
Love, Anna (pretty-nervous)