#96-97

[nineties-effect]

[viceandmature]

The Orochi Hakkesshu in KOF XV

Bonus:

[chungledown-bimothy]

I wanna know how Brennan knew that appletinis hadn't been invented yet. Is it something he had prepped, or did he just know it off the tip of his head for some reason???

[millyrocking]

can’t stop thinking about this

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Hair

Written for @hinnymicrofic November 2023 - Prompt 10

School year 96/97, told through the medium of Hair

He first noticed Ginny’s hair in October, at Quidditch practice. Well, not so much noticed, because of course he had noticed before that she had hair in a general sense. She obviously wasn’t bald, was she? No, it was more like he paid particular attention to her hair, specifically. It happened when she dived sharply for a loose quaffle, twisting as she went, and whatever she’d used to clip it up to her head came loose. Suddenly, her hair was tumbling behind her, first as she hurtled towards the grass, then as she soared upwards, aiming for the hoops. It caught the late afternoon sun, and almost seemed to glow, like flames streaking through the air behind her. Ron saved her shot (with his face. Classic.), and as she pulled up in front of him, face alight with laughter, her hair fell forward, like a cloud around her shoulders. Harry decided the odd feeling in his stomach was hunger - must be time to head back up for dinner.

-----------

Ginny was grateful to Dean, checking over her Charms essay, really she was, but honestly, it was a bit dull, just sat there in the common room, waiting. Her gaze fell idly on the table in the corner, where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting, deep in conversation. Harry had his back to her, and, for want of anything better to do, she traced the line of his hair with her eyes, where it fell, curling just slightly towards his collar. She imagined running her finger there, feeling where his hairline met the pale skin of his neck, and she shivered slightly. 

“It’s pretty good, Ginny. You just need to add a bit more about the Substantive charm’s practical uses and then I think you’ve covered everything.”

Ginny jumped at the sound of Dean’s voice, suddenly feeling very guilty about the direction of her thoughts, and more than a little surprised. I mean, where the fuck did that even come from?

-----------

The Slug Club Christmas party was every bit as appalling as Harry had feared. Luna’s company helped to make it just about bearable, as did the amusing spectacle of Hermione attempting to avoid McLaggan. The biggest problem was that no matter how many utterly terrifying/incredibly dull/undoubtedly influential (delete as applicable) people Slughorn seemed determined to introduce him to, Harry found his attention constantly drawn to the flashes of long, red hair from across the room, everytime it caught the candlelight. It was impossible to miss, a beacon that always drew his gaze. But as always, Ginny remained just out of his reach.

-----------

At breakfast, before the Hufflepuff match, Ginny watched Harry carefully. Sure enough, she quickly picked up the signs that he was stressed. Losing Katie was bad enough, but Ron’s (ahem) mishap and Cormac’s subsequent recruitment was significantly more concerning. It seemed like every few seconds, he’d run his fingers through his hair. Long, slender, strong fingers, oddly delicate despite the callouses from his wand and the handle of his firebolt, though why her stupid brain insisted on noticing that, she had no idea. Well okay, maybe she had a bit of an idea. But anyway, the constant agitation made his hair stick up in spiky black tufts, even more unruly than usual - which was really saying something, wasn’t it? 

Maybe it would be neater if he cut it shorter? she thought - but he wouldn’t like that, would he? Because if it was shorter, it wouldn’t flop down over his forehead, covering his scar. And, now she came to think about it, she wouldn’t like it either. There was something strangely hot about he always looked so dishevelled, like he had perennially just got out of bed. She wondered, not for the first time, whether it was as soft as it appeared? She imagined running her own fingers through it, the feeling of it against the delicate skin between her fingers and… oh crap, she didn’t just sigh out loud, did she?

“Everything okay, Ginny?” enquired Hermione, her tone solicitous, but her expression irritatingly knowing. “You look a bit… flushed.” 

“Yes, fine,” she answered, smoothly, returning Hermione’s arched eyebrow with one of her own. “Just a bit warm in here, isn’t it?”

-----------

By the time Harry arrived at The Burrow at Easter, he knew he was in real trouble. Being in such close proximity to Ginny was… problematic. Everything about her was just so bloody attractive, and it did things to him. Case in point: when Hermione was finally persuaded to make up the numbers for two-aside Quidditch. Harry honestly didn’t expect this to be an issue - after all, he’d played Quidditch with Ginny countless times, and okay it was often a bit distracting, but this was something else. Obviously, her lips didn’t help, pink and slightly parted as she concentrated on stealing the quaffle from under his nose, but the main difference was the way she was dressed, in the unseasonably warm weather. Those  unnecessarily short shorts, and the way her t-shirt stretched over her chest… well, anyway. He needed something else to focus on, and fast. Ron! Yes, genius. Thinking of Ron, instant mood killer. Ron with his ginger hair. It was the exact same shade as Ginny’s ginger hair, wasn’t it? Ron’s ginger hair, which was cut short, and not at all like Ginny’s which was long and thick and shiny, and currently braided into a thick plait, hanging down her back towards… Oh Merlin! This isn’t helping AT ALL! 

“Harry! Look out!”

Unfortunately, Hermione’s warning came way too late, but at least sorting out the minor cuts and bruises from his collision with the tree branch and subsequent tumble to the ground gave him something else to think about. 

-----------

The moment they stepped through the portrait hole, Harry pressed her against the wall, his mouth on hers. With only a moment of hesitation, Ginny allowed her hands to slip up his back, feeling his shoulders tense at her touch, before sliding them through his hair. 

Yeah, I was right, she thought to herself, it really is as soft as it looks.

After that, she really didn’t do much in the way of thinking at all.

[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

So you know how this is a pharmacy?

well...heh

vitamin jumpscare

I am not yet caught up!!!! I think thi brings me to day ~110? damn.

featuring @daily-mmj-vitamins !!!

[lickthecowhappy]

2024 fic poetry roundup

@bellisima-writes tagged me on account of my poems. I don't write fic per-se. But I'll answer to the best of my abilities!

How many poems do you think I wrote this year? The answer shocked even me!!

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens

How many words have you published in 2024?

I haven't posted all my stuff to AO3 so I can't get a proper word count. But I DID go and count how many poems I have written over the last year and it's baffling. NINETY SIX poems about Good Omens. WTF?? I don't know how that happened!?

What is your greatest achievement this year?

I have wanted to say this earnestly my entire life: The real achievement is the friends I made along the way.

What are your favourite top three fics poems you wrote this year?

Pour Hot Water Into a Pot With Leaves

No Angel of Temperance

Ox, Oyster, Crepe, and Cake

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

I'm in it, actually. I've had some personal things come up this year and the last couple weeks I have completely lost the ability to focus on making more poems.

What have you learned?

It's ok to share these things we make, even if we don't think they're perfect. I was working on "What Might an Angel Keep in his Pockets" and I felt like I was finished but that nobody else would really like it. I was posting it just for me. One day it took off and it has the most notes of any of my poems. (493 as of writing this post) So POST YOUR WORK! Even if you don't think anyone else will like it, SOMEONE will and it could mean a lot to just them.

What fic poem did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

For this question I will just say that I have a file of lines that I adored that ultimately didn't fit into poems and I had to sacrifice. I have a doc full of them I want to make into something one day.

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

YES! I got a sneak peak of the last chapter of The Last Angel and while reading it I semi-edited. It was excellent! AND I'm currently editing a "short" story as well.

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

Here's a fun factoid: Until this year I hadn't read a fic since 2000. My Top three:

Oh, Maker by @voluptatiscausa

Demonology by @mouseonamoose

Slow Show by @mia-ugly

What ideas are percolating for next year?

I just want to get back to it, TBH.

Who do you want to thank?

@knifeforkspooncup - my biggest fan. @bellisima-writes - my tumblr bestie. @crowleys-bentley-and-plants - my earliest poetry homie Everyone over at the Good Omens Poetry Community supporting one another and putting beautiful words together And she'll never see this but, my cousin who gave my all my initial poetry pointers. She will never see all my nonsense but I am going to tell her in my christmas card that I'm still writing.

[elftwink]

i know ive said this exact same thing ten thousand times before but it actually boggles my mind that we have just sort of accepted "generational divides" and the resulting discourse. generations are not real on the population scale. there is no dividing year where one generation starts and the next begins. the closest you can get to this is specifically BABY BOOMERS. who were born during the BABY BOOM. because a huge large amount of people had children immediately following the second world war. thats it. since then there has not been another clear generational divide and the things you think are clear divides are probably divides between specifically your age demographic and specifically your parents age demographic. because that's what a generation actually is when we stop trying to form stupid little clubs. im no longer participating in the legitimization of these terms & if i see the word zoomer one more time i'll detonate the explosives

[oldgamemags]

SEGA Saturn Magazine #11, Sept '96 - Showcase of 'SEGA Worldwide Soccer '97' on the SEGA Saturn.

[nineties-effect]

[howdoidecidethjs]

Polaris X-Men 97 (1x08)

How messed up is it in the future 'utopia' Cable describes, Magneto’s own daughter Polaris, is shown performing slave labour. As an old woman no less! How long was she used by Bastion to perfect his world? How long did it take to break her and turn her into his servant?

It just makes everything that Magneto does so much more…important? Painful? Fruitless? I cannot even describe how awful it is in the whole context of the episode.

Magneto was forever marked and affected by the horrors he endured. I'm not sure if he knows about her being his daughter in the context of the show, but it makes her a symbol of one of his most important goals: she is a second-generation mutant child. One that is intelligent and powerful, who may become a leader and be part of a better world. He is not a great father, don't get me wrong, but their relationship has always had massive potential because he literally wants all mutants to be able to live fully, procreate, and advance freely!

I know he couldn't possibly have seen this image, nor does he fight explicitly for her, but he wants a better world for every mutant. In this future Bastion created, its clear that he failed in the worst way and his own blood suffered, just like he did.

[pixelsproject]

『The King of Fighters '94 to '05』 Athena Asamiya

[tampire]

Iori Yagami with his Teams in King of Fighters 95, 96 and 97 Orochi Saga

[aleixis]

my entire personality btw

[jeonjcngkook]

OH MY GOD

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

Brett Anderson photographed for Elle UK

📸: Adrian Green