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Roy's parents had decided to have a date night, but they knew it would end late. They would go to a restaurant, a casino, and just do whatever they wanted. Though they didn't want to leave Roy alone for so long, they decided to call his babysitter, who agreed almost too quickly. April had arrived after they left though, they left a note saying they didn't want to miss their reservation. April sighed and just threw the note away, beginning to look around for Roy. It was already dark, around 10:47 pm, there was a slight drizzle of rain. He would eventually find Roy in his room, he was still awake. Which was normal, but she couldn't tell what he was doing exactly. Roy's back faced the door as he sat on the bed. April slowly walked up to him and sat on the bed. He didn't touch him though, knowing that he didn't like it very much. Roy almost flinched when he felt the bed sink from where April sat down, sighing in relief when he noticed it was just her. This worried April, it worried her a lot.

Neither of them said anything for a while, April didn't want to make Roy uncomfortable, but Roy just didn't want to drive him away. After a minute Roy hesitantly spoke up, "Uhm..how long are you staying today?" A simple question, yet he didn't know the answer. "I'm not sure, they just told me that I needed to come. They were kind of rude about it.." April mumbled the last part, Roy let out a small laugh. This made April feel a little better. At least he wasn't in a terrible mood. There was a sudden loud thunder bolt as the storm got worse. Roy jumped, much more noticeably than before. This worried April all over again, she instinctively stood up and held out her hands in an attempt to help Roy. This didn't help him, but he stayed quiet. He was extremely embarrassed that he was this vulnerable. Roy refused to look at her, trying to hide his tears. April very slowly sat down next to him. Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, waiting for a reaction. When he saw that he didn't seem uncomfortable he went to hug him. Roy cried into his arms, just wondering. Just thinking. Waiting for the storm to end.

Uhm..sorry if this is a little emotional 🧍‍♂️you seemed like,, REALLY excited so I tried getting done tonight but I didn't have a set idea🤷‍♂️ (if you wanna draw it go ahead, cut out parts if you need/want) @mayisgoingnuts

The only posts you guys actually like are my writing posts

I see how it is

Using me for your own entertainment

My political stance:

We should have to choose between the greater of two goods, not the lesser of two evils.

Having said that, Anarchy.

This is relevant because all the characters I write keep falling into government positions. I hate the (people in the US) government. Why do all my MCs end up in positions of power???

Y'know what? Here's my thoughts while I'm writing my story because sometimes I just gotta say things.

SPOILERS (kinda)

This one is posted to ao3, but the chapter is not up yet, nor is it going up for a few days.

I accidentally created a metaphor for three of the characters. I didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

My writing style has changed slightly from the last time I worked on this story. I had to put it (and other projects) on hold for a little while and only recently picked it back up. [Un]fortunately, I had a backlog I was able post for a while before I ran out, giving the illusion that my break was shorter than it actually had been. The problem now lies in the fact that my writing and speaking style (which mirror each other more than people seem to realize) have changed a bit from a few months ago.

Hopefully, this isn't something people will really pick up on. (The change kinda snuck up on me, too, because I've only just noticed it)

Time Zones are hard to figure out. I live in the US, so I have a base understanding of when to contact a friend in Florida as and when to contact someone in Washington when we all want to hang out together.

This, however, does not mean that I am capable of figuring out the time difference between Rome, Italy and Tokyo, Japan. (7 hours)

I spent way too much brain power trying to figure that out. Please send cookies.

Also, I haven't eaten yet today. I should probably do that.

...

I think I will. I'll be back later

I haven't eaten yet (it's only been a minute) but I'm so stupid! The time difference between Italy and Japan is 7 hours, but a flight is 12.5 hours!

Shit! Now I have to use more brain power and google.

But first, food

The first show of the day has started, that means I can now get away with being on my laptop.

What will I do?

Write stories.

Unfortunately, not the ones you guys here on Tumblr want. Those ones are being put a little lower on the list, but I'll come back to them soon enough, don't worry

Okay, we're back! It's only been a few minutes, but I've eaten and I still have some left over for a snack during my next shift.

Also, the show today is Come From Away. The song Prayer just finished. I 100% recommend this musical, especially to my friends in the USA. It's a tribute to the 911 disaster, telling the story about the planes that were forced to land in Newfoundland. (Fun Fact: Gander is the only place outside of the US to have a piece of the original World Trade Centers)

Back to story thoughts!

A plane that leaves Rome, Italy at 10am Italy time (3am Japan time) isn't going to arrive in Japan at 5pm Japan time (12am Italy time). I think. The time difference is 7 hours, but the flight is 12.5 hours (not counting layovers and shit)(assuming the average flight speed is 500mph (805 kmh)(434 knots) and adding about 30 minutes for take-off/landing)(thank you google).

So if I leave Rome, Italy at 10am Central European Summer Time (CEST) then I should arrive in Japan at 10pm CEST (3pm Japan Standard Time (JST)).

Let's see if I got this right: 10am CEST is 3am JST. That means a twelve hour flight is going to arrive at 10pm CEST/3pm JST.

Please tell me that's right. I just spent way too long trying to figure that out.

I just spaced out for a solid minute there, imagining a worst case scenario.

Good job, me!

Information from Supervisor B I need to remember: Clock out 16:10ish, go do lunch or smth, come back for second shift by 17:45 at the earliest. If I want to be backstage again, let Supervisor B know.

Gotta put my stuff away. I'll be back when I can get away with getting my laptop back out again.

Ja matane! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

The first show of the day has started, that means I can now get away with being on my laptop.

What will I do?

Write stories.

Unfortunately, not the ones you guys here on Tumblr want. Those ones are being put a little lower on the list, but I'll come back to them soon enough, don't worry

The show hasn't started yet, but I'mma be on my laptop anyway. As long as I keep an eye on the doors, like I've been doing since just before noon, then we'll have no problems.

And my phone is gonna die. I have to let it charge before I can continue reading fanfiction.

I haven't started on Chapter Twenty. How do I start it? We're getting to the crux of the issue. I finished setting it up in Chapter Nineteen, but I don't have a single clue on how to start this one! jhrpwoejfkjdxfughaoneworih

Anyway

I know this is just a general rule of thumb, but please don't ask about my search history. You won't like what you find. It's between me, God, and my FBI Agent.

Oh, the things I do to please

Please who? Idk.

Okay, so I lied. I didn't finish setting up the big conflict in the last chapter. I got the biggest set up revealed, but I still got some sht to do on it.

Wish me luck.

Off topic, setting up and executing an ARG sounds really fun.

...Anyway

Military Time. I've been using it since I was in middle school, but a lot of my friends and family don't. Almost none of them can read it, either. Now, here's my question for those of you who do/can read/use Military Time (24 Hour Clock):

Do you say "Oh Hundred Hours" or "Zero Hundred Hours"?

I say "Oh hundred hours" or "Oh-one hundred hours" ect. Apparently, it's supposed to be "Zero hundred hours" ect, but that just feels weird to say. (Either way, "zero hundred" is the one I have to use when writing)

Also, weird quirk in my writing: I don't use numbers. I used to, but I stopped. Like, I don't put "8:00" or "8 pieces of candy", I put "eight in the morning" or "eight pieces of candy". (Hence the above question) Is that weird? I find it easier for me to rad, but that might just be a me thing.

The wires of my bra are digging into my ribcage and sternum. It's very uncomfortable.

In other news, I've had the ending of this book set for a while, I've just never known how I was going to get from Point A to Point B. Now that I'm actually getting there, it's all coming together and it's making me very happy.

We're ignoring the other four parts of the series that I have planned and have pieces of written already.

My mind keeps drifting from what I need to be doing. I know I need to work on it, to at least finish this chapter, but I really don't want to. I have to, though, because I know I won't want to come back to this for a while if I don't finish it now.

Send inspo and the will to keep writing please?

I think it's the monotone place I'm typing in. The vending machines are very loud in my ear, I can't hear the show (when it starts), nothing is changing, and I've been sitting in place for just over two hours now. I need to move around but I can't because I'm not allowed to leave this room unless it's for a break, but I can't ask for a break because the doors are open and everyone who can give me a break is busy trying to get the people who had the audacity to show up seven minutes to curtain inside the building.

Anyway

We get to do this all over again tomorrow. Maybe. I might be on doors tomorrow.

kjbfgioherfjdf! I need to stop getting distracted!

How do you get something out of your eye when you have makeup on but nothing to fix your makeup so you can't afford to mess it up or take it off because you're either in public or at work? Blink rapidly until it leaves or you can't feel it anymore. It's not a permanent solution, but it sure as hell works for a bit.

I'm realizing that there's a lot of scene changes in this chapter and the one before, probably the one(s) following, too. So many pieces are converging all at once, moving in tandem to meet in one spot. Once that happens, I'll be able to keep the scenes consistent and have little to no breaks.

Is it bad writing? No. There's no such thing as bad writing when writing fanfiction. (The Harry Potter Series being the biggest example of bad writing)

I accidentally made a father out of a character not designed to be a father. That's never stopped me before, but this character has room in his heart for one child and I gave him seven. None of which, btw, is the one. yet

I'm not gonna be the one to tell him he's a father of seven. He's scary. I would love to be even a tiny bit like him. He's very scary (in both canon and fanon)

I need to clean my keyboard...

Okay, so, when I posted Chapter Eighteen on Ao3, I said that the next update would come next week. But, I'm thinking about just posting as I write. Like, I'm cross posting this story (and two others before I stop posting on the app forever) on WattPad weekly via the scheduled posting feature, so that's not a problem. I can't do that on Ao3, so I have to set weekly reminders so that I don't forget.

Something to think about.

Unless I'm an idiot and there is a scheduling feature on Ao3. I've only been reading on the site/had an account since Sept? Nov? of last year (2023) so I'm still a bit new and getting used to it. Please teach me??? I can offer nothing in return (unless you wanna be tagged in a story here on Tumblr)

I just remembered something. Y'all are gonna hate me. I can't tell you why yet, but you're gonna hate me.

I will neither confirm nor deny any guess you have. All I will respond with is "07".

The chapters are also short in a "I won't find a good stopping place after this if I don't stop now" kind of way. I don't like doing shorter chapters, I've been trying to keep them upwords for three thousand words, but I can't help it for some reason.

Maybe a step back will help?

I think I'm going to do that. I only got two chapters done, but it's been a while. I'm not going to get everything hammered out in a few hours. I don't think I'll be back tomorrow, though, but I will end up working on Chapter Twenty One.

I made good progress. I'm going to stop writing for the night, go read while I wait for the rest of my shift to end, and then I'm going to reward myself with sugar when I get home.

You all do that, too. Idk what you did today, but you did something and therefore deserve a treat. Even if you don't think you did anything, I can promise that you did do something and therefore deserve a treat.

I would say "Good night", but I'll most likely be back to this hellsite sooner rather than later.

Meh. Have a good night anyway.

Unless it's day for you. Then have a good day

<2

The first show of the day has started, that means I can now get away with being on my laptop.

What will I do?

Write stories.

Unfortunately, not the ones you guys here on Tumblr want. Those ones are being put a little lower on the list, but I'll come back to them soon enough, don't worry

Evermore - The “Red Wine” Album

"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life" (Taylor Swift, "tolerate it")

Evermore has always been the slight lean on needle for me when it comes to the sister albums, Folklore and Evermore. Not to say that Folklore is any less or is missing any component that’s not on Evermore; it’s how those components are implemented that makes the thin distinction for me.

There is comfort and closeness in Evermore, where you can sip on some coffee while reading the morning newsletter. Or you can be sitting near a desk, working while the lyrics float around your room and the dark shades swirl around your eyes. Perhaps as droplets fall onto the page as you take in the day that has passed. Shelving away the chronicles of films you lived to act day to day

It’s knowing what betrayal feels like after a long day of trying to make amends, learning how to move on without their side of the story, knowing when you’re the one who made the curtains fall inadvertently, standing up for yourself and others, remembering those from a faded recollection, learning how to grieve the person you cherish so much but feel unfulfilled with, and learning to try and open up again to others. It’s an album of self-reflection, an album that you can sit with and watch the world with autumn lighting on it.

Evermore is the cinnamon—the bitter mahogany carpenter life—streams into the ears nicely and hits the heart with a fluorescent wave of every emotion on the spectrum. And I, for one, love cinnamon. I also like to think Evermore is dark chocolate while Folklore is white/milk chocolate, and while I do love white/milk chocolate, dark chocolate takes my heart every time. The sweetness, sourness, and bitterness of Evermore make it so much more engaging for me. I love it, especially as an Evermore girlie.

Ururrgrgugjjjhhhh

I’m 41% done with my last year of high school let’s fucking goooo