#6/1/2025

[andi-studies]

6/1/2025 • 6/365

finished writing the last two paragraphs of my philosophy essay before i went to bed, finished off the introduction and conclusion when i woke up, then went to the library to proofread but got tired, did the references but i had to email my lecturer about one of them so i havent been able to submit yet which is really annoying, picked the topic for my next (and final!) essay

[6kate1bishop6]

essay finished !!!

[royalarchivist]

Etoiles: [In chat] GOT XERNEAS LOL

Shxtou: [In chat] what

Etoiles: [In chat] Just next to you shoto XDDDDDDD

Shxtou: [In chat] WHAT. AGAIN. YOU TAKE MY EEVEE AND MY XERNEAS

Etoiles: [In chat] try to explore more next time 😎

[pastadoughie]

workin on drawingmy self more accuractly

[remembertheplunge]

Banned by the Washington post. Political cartoonist Ann Telnaes quit the Washington Post, as did 200,000 of it's subscribers, when editors of the paper banned the above cartoon. Per AP "The cartoon was intended to criticize "billionaire tech and media chief executives who have ben doing their best to curry favor with incoming President-elect Donald Trump." Telnaes said such a move is dangerous for a free press.

[witchquests]

Chapter 1: City of Tomes

Week 2: Detect Blockages

On your way to a job, you realize blockages hinder your normal path. Detect what's ahead so you can start making a plan.

Quest: Make a list of 3 short-term goals you have. Draw a map that shows the steps that are required to reach those goals.

Perform a reading on external blockages that will hinder your path on the way to accomplishing those goals.

Reward: 20xp, +1 ability point to Foresight, +1 skill point to Divination

[basalting]

late night drive

dont look at the date im actually posting this. im a disaster human. i'll post this on AO3 eventually

day one of @jasontoddweek2025 - drive - time travel - batmobile tires

Red Hood and Catwoman meet up at a robbery and have to make a quick escape.

jason todd & selina kyle - 1756 words

It’s rare that he tangles with Selina, drug lords and arms smugglers aren’t usually dipping into the fine art or jewellery trade, after all.

So after his talks with the Maroni-Russo’s fell through, Jason figured if they didn’t wanna play ball - he’d show them why every stupid son-of-a-bitch that had tried to fuck around in Crime Alley had left either with their tail between their legs or in a body-bag. The locks and security on the warehouse they were renting through a shell company were, frankly, laughable.

Because he is the universes favourite punching bag, he wasn’t the only one sneaking around the warehouse.

“Hi Hood,” Selina purrs, crouching on an exposed rafter above him, “you got a score here too?”

“Selina.”

“Wow. So monosyllabic, here I thought big B was the only one word wonder.”

”Selina!” The chances that he would actually hit her if he shot her were low, but she was really making him want to try. Selina dropped down, reaching out to pat him on the chest.

“So what’re you here for? I got word that there’s some high quality uncut gems being hidden in a shipment of concealed cocaine passing through here. Despite my best efforts you’ve never been one for sparkles, so why’re you here Hood?”

Hood grunted, “I’m here to show these idiots what happens when you try to fuck around in Crime Alley without Red Hood’s permission… Anything extra I take is a little bonus.”

Selina laughed, “Want to kill two birds with one stone? You scratch my back, I scratch yours?”

Hood nodded towards her diamond-tipped claws. “I’d prefer no scratching, thanks.”

“No promises.” Selina winked and, side by side, the stepped deeper into the warehouse.

———

Most of the shit in here was a bust. The weapons were shitty, subpar quality that would probably jam without a delicate hand maintaining them. What drugs he did find the tester he’d made showed high levels of contaminates, the usual fun mixes of cocaine with morphine or isotonitazene. He shot O a message, he’d get rid of everything that was here but it would be hard to know if or how much of this shit was already on the streets. He’d have his people on the look out for potential OD’s, Red Hood’s drugs were more expensive but they were guaranteed to be clean.

Not that that always mattered to the addicts.

So tonight was a bust, nothing of value to keep or sell. A bunch of fucked drugs that might be killing people right now. And-

“Hey Hood! Gimme a hand!”

Selina being Selina.

“What.” Hood scowled at her through the helmet, Selina shoved a crowbar at him. Hood forced down his flinch.

“Show me that those muscles aren’t just for show and pop this baby open for me. I’ve got a good feeling.”

Hood jammed the pointed end into the seam of the crate and grunted, forcing it open. Tucked inside were boxes surrounded by padding, Selina hummed pulling one of the boxes out and fiddling with it.

“Ah-ha!” She held out an ugly vase with a flourish.

“Wow,” Hood said dryly, “it’s ugly as shit.”

“It’s also a fake.”

Hood tilted his head, waiting for her to continue. “The weight’s all wrong,” Selina tossed the vase to him and pulled out another box, ripping through the cardboard easily. “And the glazing? Please. Amateur work. But,” She weighed the vase in her hand, smiling at him, “Who expects drugs and jewels in a box of ugly pottery.”

And then she threw the vase on the ground.

The thin layer of ceramic on the outside shattered, revealing something white covered in plastic.

“What in the convoluted bullshit…”

Selina laughed, not the soft, sultry chuckle Jason remembered from fancy parties Selina would flirt her way into, but the loud, barking laugh that - despite all the years and blood between the boy he’d once been and who he was now - still had the corners of his mouth curl.

“Oh kitten, never underestimate the audacity of an idiot trying to outsmart his enemies.” Diamond tipped claws sliced through the plastic and started sifting the gems out of the broken clay and powder, tucking them away into an almost invisible pouch on her catsuit.

Something sharp and sour twisted in his chest, “I’m not Bruce’s fucking pet.”

“Not Bruce’s,” Selina agreed, straightening up to meet his eyes through his helmet, “Mine.”

And it wasn’t- Selina had never been his mom. Had never tried. Was too stray cat to ever let anyone keep her, but she’d always come back. Even when she was pissed at Bruce, even when she was only in Gotham for a few hours. She’d steal him away to help feel feral cats, or to have some of her eye-wateringly spicy curry, or he’d find some rare or obscure book in his locker at school and know that she’d stopped by.

It had been nice, to have someone who loved him even if it was from a distance. Selina hadn’t held to pretense, not with any of Bruce’s kids. She would keep an eye on them while she was around, would occasionally bring them presents from whatever country she’d been in. But she’d never promised to stick around.

And she’d always made sure he knew that she wasn’t leaving because of him.

Hood sighed, “Let’s get outta he-“

Selina lunged, slamming into him. Hood stumbled back just as a bullet punched into the side of the crate where his head had been. Selina rolled over him and pulled herself up easily, Hood cursed, set and dropped one of his timed explosives and ran after her.

“You got a get away Hood?” One of the Maroni-Russo’s men ran at them and Selina lashed out, dragging her claws through his throat and neatly ducking the spray of blood as he collapsed. Hood leapt over the body and dropped another explosive on it.

“Nope but this place is gonna blow in 8 minutes and I’m not dying in a fucking warehouse again.”

Selina almost stumbled at that, “Looks like you’re riding with me then. C’mon.”

Hood threw his last explosive right at one of the assholes firing at them and followed her into the night.

———

Selina’s ‘work car’ was a cheap looking piece of shit, which meant it was almost indistinguishable from any of the other shit boxes parked on the street. Muted grey with a long scrape down the side and a crooked bumper sticker that proudly proclaimed the car was ‘Powered by Pussy!’

Unsurprisingly it smelt heavily of cat but thankfully not overwhelmingly of cat piss. Selina floored it, the HUD of his helmet had a countdown and they were less than a minute out. Hood rolled the window down, jesus this car still had window cranks, and fired at the idiots bunched up together by the warehouse.

“Might want to step on it Selina, 45 seconds and counting.”

Selina was a lead foot and they screeched into traffic, cutting and swerving to get distance between themselves and the warehouse. In the corner of his eye Hood saw the countdown ticking to zero. They slowed to a normal speed, eeking into a pool of traffic that would hopefully conceal them from anyone watching, just in time for the explosives he’d left to go off. The bombs he’d left weren’t huge, but he must’ve thrown one near some vehicles or something else flammable because the explosion was way, way larger than anything he’d been packing could’ve caused.

“Nice fireworks.” Selina said, eyes flicking up to watch the smoke. “Where am I taking you?”

Hood’s fingers twitched, he ached for a cigarette, “Anywhere quiet. Doesn’t matter where.” The helmet was almost unbearably stuffy now, he yanked it off - letting it drop between his feet into the foot well.

The engine purred, Selina sighed, “Jason.”

“Stop-“

”Jason.”

There was a beat of silence, in the distance sirens headed towards the explosion. Selina tapped her fingers against the wheel, swallowed.

“I’m glad,” Her voice was as gentle as it had ever been, “that you’re back. I won’t claim to understand any of it, but-“ Her voice sounded wet, Jason’s eyes burned. He pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes, hard.

“I missed you Jason. So much.”

“Well you’re the first.” He scoffed, letting his hands fall limp into his lap. “It’s not like I was even cold in the ground before Batman had another, better kid in the cape.”

The conflicting bundle of emotion that Tim fucking Drake brought up sat like a stone in his throat; the perfect, polite, Bristol boy. Bruce’s perfect little toy soldier. He saw Selina whip her head around to look at him, dark eyes wide.

“You-“

Selina yanked the wheel, flipping off a driver who started yelling as she cut in front of them. Fast and reckless, Selina carved a path through the late night traffic until she finally jerked to a stop. Slowly slid her hands off the wheel and turned to stare at the side of his head. Jason glared at the overflowing dumpster in front of the car, refusing to make eye contact.

“I don’t know what’s happened between you and Bruce since you came back, and I won’t ask, but Jason… You dying destroyed Bruce. That man loves you.”

“Can we not?” Jason asked tiredly, he didn’t want to think about Bruce. About the complicated tangle of hurt and love and pain and betrayal and fear that was him and Bruce.

Selina pulled her mask off, tossing it in the backseat. She looked tired. "I missed the hell outta you kid, I hope you know that."

The seat creaked as she lent over, hand coming up to cup the side of his head as she pressed a kiss to his sweaty hair. Jason's breathing hitched, tears burned under his closed eyelids.

He knew, knew that Bruce and Dick and Alfred had missed him. But hearing it, that he'd mattered, that his death had been more than a footnote in anyone's life, was so fucking nice.

"I know." he said, voice think with tears, with everything he didn't know how to say. Selina pressed her lips harder against his hair, she was always good at hearing what people didn't say.

“Alright kitten,” Selina said quietly, those wickedly sharp claws scratched his scalp gently. “I’ll drive you home, just rest.”

The car rumbled comfortingly under his ass and the radio was playing softly and Selina hummed along to the music. Jason closed his eyes and slept.

[taitiii]

Calendar 2025.

Leon Scott Kennedy (Resident evil 6), Sindel (Mortal kombat 1), Dante (Devil may cry 4), Alex Mercer (Prototype) & symbol of 2025 year snake.

Happy New year!!! I wish everyone new achievements, happiness, good luck & only the most positive things in the new year!

[cultivating-wildflowers]

tagged by @thejonderettegirl to share six books I want to read in 2025 (and Gigi, your six books are all EXCELLENT choices 👏🏻)

tagging @eddis-not-eeddis, @rubyintheskywithdiamonds, @stormsouls, and anyone else who wants to join (yes, that means you!)

[four-the-love-of-words]

Summary: Five moments of restraint, and one of freedom.

Pairing: Frederick Wentworth/Anne Elliot

Rating: General Audiences

[6kate1bishop6]

got my essay down to exactly 2000 words peace and love on planet earth

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent-ish things ~

[mystoryfortheaudienceoftheworld]

Hello....hello - i intended to post this yesterday, but last evening i got a bit of bad news and it sent me into a stress spiral.

Yesterday, was the first day back at work since being on vacation and back to me working on being healthier.

In my original post about getting back to being healthier I talked about not wanting to go on Weight Watchers again. However my lovely husband has decided to start again including going to meetings for weigh-ins. So, I am currently on the fence about joining so we can be a team. He is going to a meeting this weekend and going to scope out what kind of scale they have. Since WW closed most of their locations the only locations in our area are self run at some churches. If the scale doesn't go up high enough to accommodate my weight then I don't want to pay for the meetings - but could do the online one. So this is a pending decision right now...

As for food yesterday -

Breakfast: Everything bagel, whipped cream cheese, and a sad avocado (it was almost an avoca-don't - haha im so funny). Oh, and coffee - peep my new cup my mom got me -there's a little cow in my cup

Lunch - Olive Garden salad/dressing & spaghetti with meatballs - this was work provided. So I decided to eat the salad first to fill me up, and have the pasta second. My thought process was I would be full and not want a second plate. Seemed to work. Total win was avoiding the box of breadsticks and having none.

Snack - (at work) Cherry candy cane & baked chips - I was struggling staying awake so took a sugar rush via leftover candy cane. Lol

(at home) two pinwheel cream cheese rollups & 1/2 a bag of kettle chips - to be honest the chips was a bad call because I was hungry but running low on time to make dinner before having to go pick Hayden up from work. I should have made a better choice. Lesson to consider for next time.

Dinner - This is where is really went downhill - I got bad news from my mom and instead of sticking to a nice dinner I did Uber Eats because I was stressing. I got a vegetarian mexican plate and had the chips it came with.

If you look at it overall - not a tremendously bad day for a start - but could have made some better choices.

Thanks sticking around with me as I try and get this all together for myself. :)

[disengaged]

i lived, bitch

[witchquests]

You sit at your desk, putting the finishing touches on your Inventory Sheet. Now you're ready to leave your room and go make some money.

>Take letter

You pick up the flyer looking for witches to track rare books, and put it in your pocket.

>Leave Bedroom

You leave your room and carefully lock the door behind you.

You are now in the hallway of your humble lodging.

>Go to 3306 Compendium Way

You make your way out of the inn where you are a long-term lodger, and walk onto the streets of the City of Tomes. Witches, wizards, and warlocks crowd the streets. Nobody here is able to leave until the Towering Gates are unlocked.

Due to unrest, some people have barricaded streets, and some passages are not safe. But you're not helpless - you're a Witch.

>Cast Detect Blockages ... ...

[iamsigningmylifeaway]

this shit is so stressful I hate tennis