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[mxtantrights]

Jason finding out his so is pregnant with twins? 🤔

probably really shocked. like big shock. didn't think that when the two of you were trying that this could happen. well, the chances aren't zero but it is low. low enough that it didn't even register that it could happen.

after the initial shock wears off Jason is probably trying to figure out how he's going to raise two kids with you. thinking about raising one was a total mind wreck, but this? This is going to take some planning. fine tuned planning.

Jason was already going to read all the pregnancy books but now he's reading double the amount. there are more ifs and maybes now that it's twins.

this also means that Jason has to make some investments. like two car seats. two car strollers. an actually car and not a motorcycle. (somehow the bat mobile is able to fit two car seats, don't ask how he finds this out)

doesn't want to know the genders. oh Jason is totally the type to want it to be a surprise. he wants to find out when you give birth. not at a baby shower and not in a doctors office.

probably stares at amazement at you all the time. not only are you carrying one life, you're carrying two.

satisfies all of your cravings. peanut butter and pickles? ice cream and French fries? done. foot massages, shoulder massages, soothing sounds to fall asleep to.

he also lets you sleep closest to the door for the nine months only because he knows you'll have to use the bathroom and it's easier and quicker for you to be near the door. but as soon as you've birthed the twins he's right back to sleeping closest to the door.

takes Polaroid pictures of you doing mundane things. says it's for the photo album that Alfred is putting together. (one day you ask Alfred about said photo album and he doesn't have any idea what you're talking about.)

Jason wants to name one of them, and he wants you to name the other. and he won't tell you the name ideas he has/won't listen to you if you try to tell him yours. likes surprises in this instance only!!

Jason probably has to be talked down from painting the room some ugly color. he wants to be inclusive but throw-up yellow is not it!

his siblings take care of a lot of things for him without him having to ask. suddenly the corners and sockets in the house are baby proofed. six month supply of diapers. wholesale club membership card in your name approved.

day of the birth Jason is calm on the outside but freaking out on the inside. he won't show it because you're already going through so much. (you find out about halfway through and ask him to freak out without)

you're in labor for twelve hours. Jason is there for all of it. he doesn't leave your side. the siblings become your henchmen. you need ice chips? Damian's got it. You need a nurse? Cass and Duke have your back. Need to watch better channels on the hospital tv? Tim is your guy.

Bruce talks to Jason while they both stare at your twins through the glass window of the nursery. Bruce doesn't have to say much, he knows Jason will be a good dad. And Jason likens Bruce's belief in him to his childhood with Bruce. Yes it wasn't normal but it was a childhood he'll never forget.

Jason carries both babies in his arms for the firs time and cries. Like silent tears rolling down his cheeks. You start crying too.

Jason's name for baby #1: Cassie

Your name for baby #2: Peter

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!! THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN ANON <33333 didn't know how much I needed Jason to be a dad until I did this. you're a rockstar!!

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Of Cupcakes and Skulls | Part 7

(A/N) Once again a bit shorter, but I think this was a good place to break. ALSO WHAT KINDA DRESS DO WE WANT TO WEAR? Send me some ideas if you want. (I'm definitely thinking high slit, so he can easily finger her during the car ride home. 😏) Also, I couldn't help myself with the Gordon Ramsay cameo.

Pairing: single dad! Mafia! Simon x baker! Reader

Warning: kissies, fluff, Simon is fucking smitten, a lot of money spending

Synopsis: Based on this post by @lunamoonbby

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

When Simon told you that you’d go grocery shopping, you didn’t expect him to take you to the most exclusive wholesale supermarket that existed. To get in, you had to get a card, and to get that card you had to be super rich. But of course, Simon had one.

“Ah, Mister Riley, welcome.”

Even the staff was dressed as if you had just walked into a five-star hotel.

“Will you be needing a shopping assistant today?”

The woman at the front desk smiled and fluttered her lashes as she handed him a champagne flute, trying her best to look as desirable as possible. You couldn’t help but grumble some obscenities under your breath, just loud enough for Simon to catch, who quickly started chuckling. That brought the woman’s attention onto you, and suddenly, she no longer looked as friendly as before.

“Oh, and who is that?”

If looked could kill, the two of you would be having a battle for life and death, clashing swords and dodging each other’s blows. But when Simon wrapped his strong arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, a proud smile on his face, the woman’s eyes widened.

“My girlfriend. And no, we won’t be needing an assistant today, just a cart or two. And could you go ahead and issue my lovely lady a card as well?”

She smiled through clenched teeth and you couldn’t help but smirk at her, victorious in your little battle. While still trying to act as pleasantly as possible - in which she tragically failed - the woman asked for your name and date of birth, and once you gave both to her, she disappeared into the back, before reemerging with a slick, black card in her hand.

“Here you go, Miss.”

You gave her your best fake smile and took the card, placing it in your purse without even glancing at it. No way you would give her the satisfaction of geeking out over it, right in front of her.

Once everything was handled, Simon grabbed a cart and walked in, one arm still wrapped around your waist. As soon as you were out of eyesight of the woman, you pulled out the card again and marveled at it. When you started your business, you wished you had access to this store. But you knew that it would always be a dream…well until now.

“I can’t believe I have this.”

Your eyes were still fixed on the card, even while you were walking, and Simon had to pull you closer to keep you from running into things. He just watched you, amusement sparkling in his eyes, while he grinned.

“I’m glad you like it.”

He pressed a quick kiss to your head, before focusing on the task at hand. And after a bit more marveling, you did too.

As if he knew the layout of the store like the back of his hand, he led you to the baking supply section, where you realized, that maybe one cart wasn’t enough.

“Just take one of each, and tell me the amount you need, we’ll take care of everything at the checkout.”

You nodded and did as you were told, grabbing everything from flour and butter to sugar and decorations. By the end, the cart was overflowing with things, and you weren’t even done.

“Then I need fruits, vegetables, and meats.”

Simon glanced at you, while he was driving the cart through the store, already heading in the direction of the checkout.

“I have some people for that, we’ll go to them.”

You nodded, curious about his connections, but not saying anything.

At the checkout, Simon went through every item and the amount you needed, the clerk writing down everything he was saying before Simon asked him to have everything delivered to your bakery. The clerk confirmed the items once more and accepted Simon’s card as he handed it over. As the clerk was about to read out the total, Simon quickly clasped his hands over your ears, making sure you couldn’t hear it. You glared up at him, knowing that he was once again spending hundreds - if not thousands of pounds on you. Once it seemed to be safe, Simon lowered his hands and took his card and the receipt back, folding it and quickly hiding it in his pocket, so you couldn’t look.

The cart was taken away, and you had to admit that it felt weird walking out of the store empty-handed, but once you saw that car Simon and you had taken, you quickly realized why. It would never have fit.

As you were walking through the parking lot, you saw a familiar figure out of the corner of your eyes. But no, it couldn’t be.

“Is that Gordon Ramsay? Oh my god, I’m such a big fan.”

You whisper-shouted at Simon, who quickly turned to look in the direction you pointed, a smile spreading on his lips, as he started to steer you in that direction. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he just pulled you along as he approached the famous chef.

“Gordon!”

The man turned around, at first he looked confused, but once he got a good look at Simon, a smile spread on his face.

“Simon! How’re you doing, mate?”

Simon was mates with Gordon fucking Ramsay? Of course, he bloody was.

“Good good, just wanted to introduce you to my girl. She’s a big fan o’ yours.”

Shyly, you peeked out from behind Simon’s massive frame and waved at the chef. He smiled and reached out his hand.

“Oh, lovely to meet you, I’m Gordon.”

You quietly introduced yourself, slightly shaking from excitement.

Simon and Gordon chatted for a bit, keeping you in the conversation, and you slowly started to warm up. In the end, you were even joking with Gordon and you had stars in your eyes as he noted down your bakery’s address, promising to swing by.

“How about you come to the 1890 tonight? I’ll be there, cooking.”

Simon glanced at you, and when you eagerly nodded, he turned back to the chef.

“Of course, I’ll get one of my guys to babysit Millie and we’ll be there. Is eight okay?”

“Eight is perfect, see you then.”

He nodded at you, before walking into the store and disappearing. With your hand in his, Simon started to walk back to the car, chuckling as you practically bounced up and down next to him.

“I can’t believe I just met Gordon Ramsay. And he is coming by the bakery!”

You squealed in excitement before you realized that you lagged something for this evening.

“Si?”

He hummed, gently squeezing your hand as he typed something on his phone.

“I don’t have a dress for tonight.”

He hummed again, quickly opening the door to the passenger side and ushering you in, only closing said door, once you were all safe and buckled in. With quick strides, he rounded the car and jumped into the driver’s seat, putting on his seat belt, before pulling out of the parking lot.

“I know.”

That was all he said, as he continued driving. You frowned at him for a moment, wondering what he had planned, but you quickly gave up and decided to trust him. He wouldn’t let you embarrass yourself.

Just a minute into the drive, his free hand landed on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he kept his eyes focused on the road. Yeah, he wouldn’t let you embarrass yourself.

After about a half an hour's drive, he pulled into a parking space, right in front of one of the most luxurious boutiques you know and you already knew that this was going to be expensive. But you also knew that it was no use to complain, that was very clear.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you, helping you out, before wrapping an arm around you to keep you close. During the few steps it took to get to the boutique it felt as if the entire world was watching, as you felt more eyes on you than ever before. And you knew that most of them probably looked at you with jealousy, seeing the man by your side.

But he was yours. As you were his.

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[octuscle]

Business trip (Day three)

It was a night of wild dreams. Liam fucked me harder than I'd ever been fucked before. At least when I was sober. I still don't know what happened the day before yesterday on Tuesday night or Wednesday morning. Liam got up at 05:00 and drove to the wholesale market. Apparently he had planned for me to spend the night at his place. My suit from the day before hung neatly in his room. Next to it was my laptop bag. Was all this shit with the kitchen slave and submissive boot servant a crazy dream? It didn't matter at all. I have a whole lost day at the office to make up for. I shower, get ready and head to the client. The door is locked. My phone rings. It's Liam. "Good morning, Mack! Did you sleep well?" I ask, what the fuck, I have to get to work. "But not like this, Mack. There's a long hair clipper in the bathroom. And a wet razor. The door won't unlock until you're shiny bald." I want to protest for a second. I think about calling the police. But I reply, "Sure thing, boss!" And go into the bathroom. Half an hour later, I look at myself in the mirror. Everything as usual, right down to my eyebrows. I run my hand over my head, which is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Shit, I've soaked my underpants with precum again. I get a message from Liam. "Good boi!" And the door lock buzzes open.

When I set up my laptop at the customer's, I find a packet of tobacco, cigarette filters and cigarette paper in my laptop bag. And a Zippo. I am a professional. I don't get distracted when I'm working. I love my job. But I can't wait for my lunch break. Normally I would have sat down in a café somewhere and had lunch. Now I grab a sandwich from the supermarket and sit on a park bench. And practise rolling cigarettes. I watch tutorials on YouTube. The first results are pathetic. But the fifth cigarette I roll and smoke before I get back to my desk is already quite respectable. I take two more cigarette breaks in the afternoon. Shit, why didn't I start smoking earlier?

When I arrive at the hotel in the evening, my room card no longer works. Damn, of course, I actually wanted to leave on Thursday. I go down to reception. The lady is very friendly, but explains that housekeeping had to pack up my things this morning because the room was occupied again. Unfortunately, I couldn't be reached on my cell phone. I ask her to call me again. She says it goes straight to voicemail. I look at my cell phone in amazement. Liam sends a message. "I've forgotten. You have a new number. I have your old SIM card." Shit, this has gone too far!

I ask the lady at reception if she has another room. She is sorry. There's a fair in town at the weekend. They are already overbooked and have a waiting list. Message from Liam: "Sorry, mate! I have a visitor today. But you can sleep in the back room of the snack bar tonight." I ask if I can pack my suitcase somewhere quiet and make a few phone calls. The lady says that one of the small meeting rooms is free. She even helps me with my suitcase, the two plastic bags and my laptop bag. I sit down at the meeting table and start by emptying my suitcase and plastic bag. My things are all there. And I'm used to packing my suitcase. Everything is neatly stowed away after a few minutes. But there were still a few things in the plastic bags that I hadn't noticed yesterday morning. Two monstrous dildos. Three jockstraps that were no longer fresh. A fat silver chain. And a hip bag. In addition to condoms, it also contained poppers, tobacco, cigarette paper and small plastic bags with dried flowers…. I put the chain on. It feels cool and chavvy. I check my mailbox remotely. Fortunately, hardly any calls, nothing important, most of them sent me an e-mail afterwards anyway. I change the voicemail text to say that I can't be reached by phone at the moment for technical reasons and to ask for an e-mail. Okay, whatever Liam is up to, at least he can't do me any more harm. And now maybe I should take him up on his kind offer of the back room. But first I really need a fag. I'm standing outside the hotel with my belongings, rolling a cigarette pretty routinely, when the next message from Liam arrives. "Mack, the place is full. Your shift starts in an hour."

The room behind the snack bar is a bit of a hole. But I have a locker where I can hang my stuff. There's a cot that's even already made up. And my things are on it. White jeans, white fine-rib undershirt, jockstrap, long soccer socks. All old and worn. But clean. Plus high rubber boots and yesterday's heavy rubber apron. The long rubber gloves. No hairnet. You look in the mirror and rub your bald head, which is no longer quite so smooth. Hehehe, you really don't need a hairnet anymore. You really look like a chav with that chain. The jockstrap absorbs the first drop of precum. It'll have more to swallow in the course of the evening.

The snack bar is indeed packed. Many guests are hooting and clapping when I come into the dining room at around 8:30 pm to clear the dirty dishes. More than one person slaps my ass or grabs my crotch under my apron. An astonishing number of the guests are wearing leather jeans. Most are wearing T-shirts or tank tops, some are bare-chested. No wonder, it's warm outside and hot in here. I quickly work up a sweat. I have to take off my undershirt and necklace, I just get too warm. But at least I'm getting on well with the dishwasher now and I've got the scullery pretty well under control.

"Hey Mack," I hear Liam yell. "The toilet's blocked. Clean it up!" Damn, dishwasher was already an imposition. But toilet cleaner is a step up. The toilet is a disaster. The floor is a puddle of piss and the urinal is completely filthy. But the toilet bowl takes the cake. Hey, where can you shit all over it? It stinks like hell. But somehow… It turns you on. You know where the bucket and cleaning cloth are by now. I start by mopping the floor so I can kneel down to clean the toilet. And then i stick my arm deep into the toilet to clear the blockage. I'm covered in shit. Without thinking, I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my forearm. Behind me, there is howling. Four or five guys are standing in the doorway wanking. I don't want to wipe that shit away too. So I let them cum in my open face. More and more guys join them. I kneel in a growing mess. Full of cum. Pissed all over. Smeared with shit. Meanwhile, dirty dishes are piling up again in the dining room. Liam shouts at me that I'm not employed as a urinal but as a dishwasher and toilet cleaner. Little by little, the dining room empties. Around 11:30 pm, the last guest has left. With Liam in his arms. It takes me until 02:00 a.m. to get everything cleaned up and me, too, to be clean.

I roll my first cigarette in hours. I stand outside the snack bar. And wank at the thought of the hot evening.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Steven Greenhouse at The Guardian:

Donald Trump proclaimed he was for “all the forgotten men and women”, in his acceptance speech at the Republican convention. His vice-presidential pick JD Vance consistently portrays himself as a pro-worker populist. But an analysis of the labor chapter of Project 2025 – an ambitious rightwing plan to guide the next Republican presidency – found it has little to offer them. Project 2025’s labor section proposes hardly anything to improve workers’ wages and working conditions. It is, however, chock full of recommendations that would boost corporate profits, undercut labor unions and advance the rightwing culture war.

Project 2025 contains several recommendations that would, when taken together, cut the pay of millions of workers, especially by making overtime pay available to fewer workers, even though many Americans rely on overtime pay to make ends meet. This so-called “Presidential Transition Project” shows outright hostility toward government employee unions – whether police unions, firefighters’ unions or teachers’ unions – saying that Congress should consider abolishing all public sector unions. Project 2025 would further undermine unions by recommending a ban on the use of card check, one of labor’s most effective tools to organize workers. Once a union gets a majority of employees at a workplace to sign pro-union cards, unions often point to this majority support to persuade employers to grant union recognition and bargain. Project 2025 was undertaken by the Heritage Foundation and was written by numerous Trump allies, many of whom served in his administration and many of whom are likely to serve under him again if he wins in November, Trump has distanced himself from the project’s hard-right proposals, arguing, contradictorily, that he knows nothing about the project while adding that he disagrees with some of its proposals. Political analysts predict that if Trump is elected, his administration will pursue many of Project 2025’s policies.

Worker advocates have vigorously condemned Project 2025. Stuart Appelbaum, president of the Retail, Wholesale and Department Store Union, said: “For 900 pages, Trump’s Project 2025 playbook dives into excruciating detail on how a Trump-Vance administration will roll back workers’ rights, curbing the right to organize, eliminating overtime pay laws, gutting health and safety protections and protections against child labor.”

The 37-page labor chapter contains recommendation after recommendation designed to make corporations and rightwing ideologues happy. With many employers complaining that today’s low jobless rate makes it hard to find enough workers, Project 2025 recommends making it easier for 16- and 17-year-olds to work in dangerous jobs – jobs that federal law currently makes off-limits to workers under the age of 18. “Some young adults show an interest in inherently dangerous jobs. Current rules forbid many young people … from working in such jobs. This results in worker shortages in dangerous fields and often discourages otherwise interested young workers from trying the more dangerous job,” Project 2025 says. The project says the Department of Labor should amend its regulations to let teenagers “work in more dangerous occupations”, for instance, metal-stamping plants with heavy machinery. Project 2025’s authors seem far more concerned about assuring that more teens work in dangerous jobs than about protecting against the perils those jobs pose for young workers.

Donald Trump claims to be “pro-worker”, but Project 2025 reveals the opposite: A potential Trump 2nd term would be a nightmare for workers’ rights.

[shonenkun309]

Koga's Birthday story card 2024 :

[Translation] (not an accurate translation)

@just-somehuman @the-bird-and-the-flute @kogasimp1 @colourless-hydrangeas @randomf2p @blackmond11 @girlinthetardis04

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Part 1 :

...May 7th is the birthday of an important person.

Futaba : "Happy birthday, Koga."

Koga : "Oh, thank you."

I came to Koga's house and enthusiastically handed him the lunch box I had brought.

Futaba : "I made this. Please try it if you like."

Koga : "Oh, it looks delicious."

Futaba : "I've included the side dish you said you liked before."

Koga : "I'll take it then."

Koga happily eats my lunch.

(Tonight is Koga's usual party with the rest of the Ayakashi)

Until then, I had come to Koga's house in the afternoon so that we could spend some time together.

Futaba : "Is there any place you want to go after you eat your lunch? Shopping, going for a walk, anything?"

Koga stopped using his chopsticks and looked at me.

Koga : "let's just stay at home."

Koga's hand gently rested on mine, his eyes suddenly narrowed as he looked at me.

Koga : "I just need you."

Futaba : "Koga..."

Just hearing those words fills my heart with joy.

Koga : "Futaba..."

I looked back at Koga, and my face gradually got closer to his...

(I feel happy...)

I closed my eyes at the premonition of a sweet kiss, and at that moment I thought our lips would touch.

Masanobu : "Koga-niichan! Happy birthday!"

Futaba : "...!"

Koga : "...!"

We suddenly pulled away from each other when we heard a voice coming from the front door.

Masanobu came to celebrate Koga's birthday.

Masanobu : "Oh, Futaba-neechan is here too. Hello!"

Futaba : "Hello, Masanobu."

Masanobu entered the living room and happily turned to Koga.

Masanobu : "I made this, it's a gift for Koga-niichan."

Koga : "These seem like a sturdy looking menko*, thank you, I'll cherish it."

Koga smiled as he accepted Masanobu-kun's gift.

Masanobu : "niichan, are you busy lately? Please train me in kendo again."

Koga : "Okay, next time."

(Masanobu really likes Koga...)

As I watched the interaction between the two with a smile on my face...

Kanji : "Hello, this is Kanji from Kanemotoya."

Another voice came from the front door. The person who came was Kanji, the current owner of Kanemotoya shop, a glass wholesaler in Asakusa.

Kanji : "I happened to be nearby for a delivery...and there I heard that it's Koga's birthday, congratulations."

Koga : "Thank you, how are businesses going?"

Kanji : "Thanks to you, I managed... You look like you're doing well."

Koga : "Yes, I'm glad you're doing well too."

Kanji, who I met through a small incident a while ago, is also familiar to me.

Kanji : "More importantly, you like sake, right? If you like this, please."

Koga : "This is good sake. Sorry for the trouble."

As Koga received the sake, another voice came from the entrance.

Visitor : "Excuse me."

(Wha- again!)

After that, guests continued to come in one after another-- Before I knew it, many people had gathered in the living room.

(In the blink of an eye, the number of people had increased. Gifts came one after another...!)

Kuya : *Yawn* ...Huh?

Kuya, who had apparently been sleeping in his room, wakes up and tilts his head as he looks at the living room.

Kuya : ...I thought the party was gonna be at night?"

Futaba : "That was the plan, but..."

People came one after another to congratulate Koga, and it had already turned into a party.

Visitor : "Congratulations,Mr. Koga! After all, the Capital needs someone like you, young Kitamikado."

Koga : "Haha, I'd be happy if you're serious about it."

(I'm happy that so many people are celebrating with Koga. I guess this means our plans to spend time alone together are over)

I was looking forward to it too, so I'm a little sad about that.

(Koga is really popular, isn't he?)

Kuya : "Well, I guess this is normal, but..."

Kuya seems used to it, and turns his back to the living room with another yawn.

Futaba : "Eh, Kuya, where are you going?"

Kuya : "The house is too noisy, so I'm gonna take a nap somewhere else."

Futaba : "Wa... wait!"

In a panic, I grab the edge of Kuya's kimono.

Futaba : "At least, Kuya, please stay here."

Kuya : "Why?"

Futaba : "Because I don't know many people here... I'll feel lonely."

Kuya : "It'll be fine if you just act casually, right?"

Futaba : "It's not fine...!"

As I was desperately trying to hold back Kuya, Koga came over to me.

Koga : "Sorry, Futaba."

Futaba : "Koga..."

Koga : "I didn't mean to leave you alone. I'm really sorry."

After saying that, Koga faced the people in the living room.

Koga : "Sorry everyone, that's it--"

(!)

(Koga, you're trying to send the guests home for me...)

Suddenly, I grabbed Koga's hand to stop him.

Futaba : "Koga, it's okay!"

Koga : "...?"

(That's right, I'm not the only one who wants to celebrate Koga, we've always celebrated like this with the people of the Capital)

I held Koga's hand and stared at him.

Futaba : "Please don't worry about me. They've all come all the way here to celebrate you."

Koga : "Yeah, but..."

Visitor 2 : "Excuse me."

While Koga was hesitating, a new voice came from the entrance.

Futaba : "Come on, go!"

Koga : "Ah...ha"

I pushed Koga's back and sent him off with the guests.

(I'd be lying if I said I wasn't lonely...but this is fine.)

Kuya : "..."

Kuya, who was watching us from the door, muttered softly.

Kuya. "...You're having a hard time too."

Futaba : "Eh?"

Kuya : "Nothing."

Kuya : *Yawn*

Kuya yawned again, as if it's nothing to do with him.

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Part 2 :

That night, after all the guests who had come to Koga house had left.

The six of us, Koga, Kuya, Aoi, Ginnojo and Yura, were at a restaurant in the entertainment quarter.

Aoi : "...Eh, so you were partying just now? Does that mean this is your second banquet today?”

After I told him the story, Aoi put his hands on his hips in exasperation.

Ginnojo : "When you're as well-known as Koga, even your birthday is a big deal."

Ginnojo pours sake into Koga's sake cup.

Koga : "Well, I'm grateful for that."

Koga gulps down the sake with gusto.

Yura : "I can't ignore the feelings of the people celebrating... By the way, this is a gift from me."

And with that, Yura unfolds the furoshiki cloth he brought with him.

Kuya : "Oh, kintsuba.*"

Yura : "Recently, I've really liked Eitarou's kintsuba**. This is delicious. I can't stop eating it."

Kuya : "Well, let's get started."

Aoi: "Hey, this is a gift for Koga, not you."

After scolding Kuya, Aoi glances at me and Koga.

Aoi : "Well, birthdays are important days for both the person celebrating and the person being celebrated."

Kuya: "..."

Kuya, who had been listening to this, swallowed his kintsuba and looked at me.

Kuya : "What about you?"

Futaba : "Eh?"

Kuya : "Did you celebrate with Koga?"

(Ah...)

Somehow, I could tell what Kuya was trying to say and that he was trying to give me a push.

Koga : "Of course. She was the first one to--"

Futaba : "Um... Yes!"

I boldly interrupted Koga.

Futaba: "But... please, give me some time to celebrate again later."

Koga: "..."

Ginnojo & Aoi : "..."

Yura : "..."

Kuya : "..."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Aoi : "Ah, yes yes."

Eventually, Aoi spoke up as if he understood.

Aoi : "In other words, you two didn't have time to celebrate alone, right?"

Yura: "In that case, you should celebrate again just the two of you. I'll eat this kintsuba."

Ginnojo: "Don't worry about us."

Futaba : "Well, I don't mean right now..."

Koga: "Guess I'll do that then."

Koga stands up, looks at me and holds out his hand.

Koga : "Come on, let's go."

For just a moment, I looked back and forth between Koga's outstretched hand and Kuya and the others-

Futaba: "Yes!"

Savouring the joy, I took the hand.

After leaving the restaurant, we returned to Koga's house by carriage. In stark contrast to the daytime, the living room was completely silent.

Koga : "I'll go make some tea, so you can go to my study."

Futaba : "Yes, thank you."

As instructed, I came to Koga's study by myself.

(...what should I do? I'm starting to get anxious now)

As I was alone in the quiet room, a sudden feeling of guilt overwhelmed me.

(I know Koga was worried about me earlier, but I'm sure he likes lively places too, I guess I said something unnecessary after all...)

It started to seem wrong to have cut everyone's time short.

Koga: "Futaba?"

When Koga came back, he saw me with my head down and called out to me.

Koga : "What's wrong, Futaba?"

Futaba: "...Koga... I'm sorry."

I apologised to Koga without being able to lift my head.

Koga : "Sorry... what do you mean?"

Futaba : "Well, I think everyone wanted to celebrate you, Koga. I was being selfish..."

Koga: "..."

Futaba : "--Wah"

Then, before I could finish, I was grabbed around the waist and lifted up.

Futaba: "K... Koga?!"

Koga: "Hey, don't move."

Koga makes me sit at the desk and bends down so that our eyes are at eye level.

Koga: "So, who's being selfish?"

As he looks at me from so close, my heart beats sweetly.

Futaba : "Me..."

Koga: "They were okay with it, so it's not selfish at all, I'm happy I can finally enjoy you."

Futaba: "..."

Koga's gentle voice made my heart lighten a little, and I smiled.

Futaba: "Hehe, Koga, you're so popular it's a bit of a problem."

Koga: "It's a great birthday to hear such a cute line from you."

Koga smiled as well, and we gazed into each other's eyes.

Soon that wasn't enough, so I gently grabbed the edge of Koga's kimono.

Futaba: "Koga..."

Koga: "...Oh, that reminds me, I was going to have to put it off."

As if remembering, Koga gave me a light kiss.

I feel a little sad as he lightly touches me and then quickly leaves me.

(Is that it...?)

His words had shown on his face...

Koga : "...Ha, haha..."

Koga laughed out loud and leaned in close again.

Koga: "Hey, that face is sneaky."

Kouga: "When did you get so good at begging?"

Futaba: "N-no, that's not true."

Suddenly feeling embarrassed when he said it out loud, I quickly denied it.

Futaba: "But..."

Noticing my cheeks getting a little warm, I stare intently at Koga again.

Futaba : "If that's the case, then it's your fault, Koga. It's because you're so mean to me."

Koga : "Okay, okay, let me try again."

Futaba: "Hmm..."

Koga smiles and covers my lips with a kiss again.

Futaba : "Koga..."

Koga: "Yeah, I'm here --Now, I'm yours alone."

We kissed each other countless times, spending a sweet night together–

{The End}

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Menko : Is a Japanese card game played by two or more players. It is also the name of the type of cards used to play this game. Each player uses Menko cards made from thick paper or cardboard, printed on one or both sides with images from anime, manga, and other works.

Eitarou : a neighbourhood located in the Taito ward of Tokyo, Japan. It is known for its vibrant atmosphere and rich cultural heritage.

Kintsuba : Kintsuba cake is a traditional Japanese cake that originated in the Edo period (1603-1868). It is made from a sweet and fluffy sponge cake, filled with a rich and creamy custard filling, and then covered with a layer of smooth chocolate or caramel glaze.

[eretzyisrael]

by Ben Shapiro

This week at the Oscars, a director named Jonathan Glazer made international headlines. Glazer won an Academy Award for his film, "Zone of Interest," which centers on the family life of Auschwitz commandant Rudolf Hoss and his wife, Hedwig, who happily cultivate their home and garden as just behind the wall, Jews are tortured, shot and gassed. Glazer had an incredible opportunity to point out the obvious continuity between the victims of the Holocaust and the Jewish victims of Hamas terrorists in the Gaza Envelope on Oct. 7; he had the opportunity to point out the continuing plight -- largely ignored by the media and the left -- of some 134 hostages still held in Gaza by Hamas, including American citizens; he had the opportunity to observe the international community's willingness to, for its own political reasons, pile on Israel by attempting to stop the Israeli Defense Forces from destroying Hamas wholesale.

Instead, Glazer did something truly shameful: he used his Jewish background and his Holocaust film to attack Israel.

"Right now we stand here as men who refute their Jewishness and the Holocaust being hijacked by an occupation which has led to conflict for so many innocent people, whether the victims of October the 7th in Israel or the ongoing attack on Gaza," Glazer intoned nervously.

There are a bushel of lies in this single sentence. First, there was no "occupation" of Gaza prior to Oct. 7; the Israelis abandoned Gaza in 2005 and turned it over to the Palestinians, who promptly tore down Israeli infrastructure and elected Hamas, who themselves turned Gaza into a full-scale terror ministate. Second, no "occupation" could justify the wholesale slaughter of some 1,200 innocents in Israel and the taking of 250 hostages on Oct. 7. Third, it is certainly not "Jewish and the Holocaust being hijacked" to point out that Hamas literally targets Jews for extermination, just as the Nazis once did. And finally, Israel is taking extraordinary measures to protect civilian life in Gaza; Israel has taken measures no military in history has taken, including sacrificing the lives of its own soldiers to go door-to-door in a terrorist-ridden urban hellscape.

In fact, Glazer has it all backward. It is he who is using his Jewishness and the Holocaust as a weapon -- in favor of Hamas. Glazer has little actual involvement in Judaism on a day-to-day level -- he grew up reform and there is little evidence of his Jewish practice today. But he's happy to pull out his Jewishness card -- to say that he, As A Jew, stands against Israel defending itself. This allows him to garner plaudits from his fellow political left-wingers, all the while maintaining his status in the intersectional hierarchy. Jews, as it turns out, are only allowed in the intersectional hierarchy so long as they use their Jewishness to attack Israel, or whatever the left-wing cause of the day is.

In reality, Glazer is the villain of his own film. In "Zone of Interest," there are no Jews: all we can hear of them is their screams from beyond the wall. Otherwise, they are nameless, faceless victims. And those are precisely the kinds of Jews Glazer likes. He's happy to use their corpses to win Oscars, even as he attacks the live Jews defending themselves from the ideological descendants of the Nazis, Hamas.

All of which makes sense. After all, as author Dara Horn has pointed out, people love dead Jews. It's the live ones who are so problematic for people like Jonathan Glazer. The live ones have the unfortunate habit of fighting back and making life uncomfortable for doctrinaire left-wingers who want to be accepted in their morally benighted social circles.

[spiderine]

Story time!

Once upon a time, many decades ago in a whole 'nother millenium, I was working at a place where we designed and sourced mail-order catalogs (yup, I'm that Old) with all kindsa new age, astrology and pop-pagan trinkets. You know the kind: jewelry, little statues, fancy journals, trinkets, crystals. The big rule was, "no occult or religious items," including tarot cards and anything with a pentacle.

Oh, I should say it was a French company and all my co-workers were raised there. As we know, France is a notoriously "atheist" country to the point where almost every form of religious dress and symbolism can get you anything from denied a job, to arrested, to y'know, beaten or killed in the street.

Almost every religious symbol, except for one.

It was a fun job. We were three or four young women who got paid to flip through wholesale catalogs and go, "ooh, shiny, I want that!" and actually get it! We were all friends, went out to lunch and would hang out at a bar after work. I even invited them to my birthday party.

So my work-friends and I were flipping and giggling and ooh'ing at a wholesale catalog to pick out some jewelry. We get to a page with some cross necklaces. One of my friends (let's call her "Anne") noticed a couple of pretty little ones and said we should get those.

I reminded her, "We can't, it's a religious item." And she was like, no, no, it's just fashion.

I said, "It's the Christian symbol." And the other girls were all, oh don't be silly, it's just a fashion thing, everyone wears them, it doesn't mean anything.

Anne said, "Look, I'm an atheist, I was raised without any religion, and I'm wearing one now!" She was indeed wearing a little cross necklace. I asked if she minded being mistaken for a Christian, and she looked at me like I had two heads.

I pointed out that she had been married in a church. She said, "oh that was just for my parents." But I thought your parents were atheists too? That's when I guess she realized I was serious, because she stopped smiling and said, "Look, it's not that big a deal. Stop making something of it."

I shrug and say, "Cool. Then you don't mind if we go back a couple of pages. I saw a really pretty star of David over there that I think we should consider."

And she said, "Oh, no. That's a religious symbol."

I stopped hanging out, and got a new job soon after.

[sixshotsinatumbllr]

Part 2 of rating Good Omens Characters on whether or not I would employ them in my IRL cafe

This was hella fun the first time, so I am going to keep doing it. Sorry, y'all along for the ride.

Muriel

I'd like to say yes. I'd really like to say yes. But whilst she has a wonderful personality for service, I think she just wouldn't have the skill set for the job. Maybe she's a quick learner? We'll trial her for a week and see.

Turns out that the customers love her, but she breaks a lot of cups.

Adam Young

Adam is such a solid, sensible young kid (apart from the whole being the AntiChrist thing, but he did a pretty awesome job with that one). He has great references from Uncle Aziraphale and Uncle Crowley. We'd give him a weekend job dishpigging and helping out with service. He's a good worker if a little vulnerable to conspiracy theorists when they come in (which is more often than you would expect).

Anathema Device

Let's be honest, Anathema is wealthy from the stock market. She's not going to be working in the hospitality industry. She does come in as a customer, and will always chat conspiracy theories with Adam. She recommends really good podcasts.

Eric

Eric would be on the weekends as well. He's employed for his style as much as anything, but is a great all rounder on busy days. I can see him in front of the coffee machine.

Lesley

He's the delivery driver for the food wholesalers AND HE'S A WHOLE LOT BETTER THAN OUR ACTUAL IRL DELIVERY MAN WHO PUTS BOXES IN THE DRY STORE SO RANDOMLY IT'S LIKE A TREASURE HUNT EVERY FUCKING DAY BUT THE TREASURE HUNT IS FOR INGREDIENTS WE NEED IN THE KITCHEN IMMEDIATELY.

Dagon

I have no idea why but Dagon gives me hella kitchenhand vibes. I reckon she's great with a knife, precise and efficient. She's the sweary kitchenhand in the back of the cafe making snarky sarcastic comments that none of the customers can hear but the staff can, and everyone loves working with Dagon.

Mrs Sandwich

Mrs Sandwich has just the right level of snark and personality for the job. She'd be the weekend service staffperson. She can handle the busy periods really well, never gets flustered and never lets the customers get at her either.

Madame Tracy

No, but we let her set up her tarot card table in the corner once a fortnight because she brings customers into the shop.

Shax

No, she presented well but then we soon realised she had no fucking idea what she was doing. She comes in for a long black with Furfur sometimes. We do appreciate her style, so we often give her a discount on her coffee (but not Furfur, which annoys him but he still won't stop turning up.)

[chimaerakitten]

Banned From Dover (Temeraire Filk)

so turns out posting about my filk frustrations got the rhymes to unstick somewhat. It helps that the first and last two verses are ripped from the original wholesale, with only as many changes as are needed to make it setting-appropriate. The rest of it might still get tweaked when I put it on AO3, but for now:

When we flew into Dover Town in need of R & R The crew set out investigating brothel, pub, and bar We had high expectations of their hospitality But found they were no friends to aviators such as we

Chorus: And we're banned from Dover, every one Banned from Dover just for having a little fun We spent a jolly ground leave there for just three days or four But Dover doesn't want us anymore

Our dragon’s aims were complex and his methods dramatized We found him with conspirators of every breed and size The ministry was on the way—we had to get out fast At least this little uprising’s less bloody than the last

Chorus

Young Roland’s not the captain’s child; or at least so she claims But she’s got that same stubbornness a runnin’ through her veins Her chaperone swore upon her god she’d not be left behind And now they’ve shot a dozen men—and neither changed her mind!

Chorus

Our unlucky first officer got his own dragon egg She decks him out in jewels and gold no matter how he begs They robbed him here of every stitch; at least the day was warm He came back with new bruises in a borrowed uniform!

Chorus

The admiral’s at Dover and she was looking for a lay She found our captain ‘fore he was arrested for the day She flew home on Excidium with a bright and cheerful heart And the poor captain was scandalized with what he’d taken part

Chorus

Our runners and our middies soon found themselves in a bind Whilst borrowing a courier whom they thought wouldn’t mind They stole a dozen casks of wine from a boat they nearly sunk And now all Dover knows to fear a dragon getting drunk

Chorus

Our Captain was a navy man; his private life is quiet The admiralty arrested him for inciting beasts to riot We found him in the covert jail, broke in and pulled him free- Intact except for honor, and half his memory

Chorus

Our dear guide speaks the dragon tongues; the ferals speak right back He took some down on leave with him and we thought they’d learned some tact 'Til the local gang of herdsmen wrote and cursed upon his name They said they’d lost a hundred head of cattle when he came!

Chorus

A crew of frenchmen landed, and nobody seemed to care They marched into the nearest bar to announce that they were there Half our crew had cards inside, and invited them to play But the frenchmen only looked at us, and turned and ran away

Chorus

Our crew is the corps’ finest, and our dragon is our pride And where we go we tend to leave a trail a mile wide We're sorry about the treason and the riots and the fuss; At least we're sure that Dover won't be quick forgetting us!

Chorus

...Wonder why?

[houseofbrat]

William seemed just fine when he went to watch football recently. But heaven forbid he does one day of work and his media lapdogs are running to the public to beg leniency for more time off 🤡

Yup.

When Rachel Candappa kindly handed Prince William two cards wishing both his wife and father well in their individual cancer battles, his emotion was hard to miss earlier today. Placing his hand on her shoulder, the future king looked the 71-year-old volunteer directly in the eye as she urged him to ‘take care’ of Catherine, saying firmly and repeatedly: ‘I will do, I will.’ He only swiftly changed the subject, I am told, when it became clear that Mrs Candappa was herself close to tears and the prince was at pains not to embarrass her in front of the cameras. William’s visit to the Surplus to Supper food redistribution charity in Surrey was first time we have seen the heir to the throne in public following his wife’s unbelievably brave video message of March 22, when she revealed she has been undergoing treatment for cancer. He was typically chatty, genial - laughing and joking with volunteers - but physically you could see small signs of the toll that recent months have taken on him.

[...]

But cancer, as the Royal Family have sadly discovered in recent months, is a pernicious leveller that cares not whether it has prince or pauper in its sights. And William has found himself facing a new battle: one that has struck at the very foundation of everything he holds dear. One can only imagine the weight on his shoulders at seeing both his adored wife and his father facing serious simultaneous health crises, while also trying to protect his three young children from this devastating blow to their little world. And while, fortunately, the King appears to be responding well to treatment and is hopeful of taking up more forward-facing public duties in the near future, recent events will have been a stark reminder of what awaits the Wales’ in the not so distant future. It is why, although his appearances today were both welcome and heartfelt, we should not expect to see a wholesale return to royal duties for the prince. Instead, I understand, he is likely to undertake one or two public engagements each week - often on the same day in order to minimise time away from Kate and the children - as well as continuing with his usual behind-the-scenes work. He will, I am told, almost certainly take some sort of role around the 80th anniversary of the D-Day landings in June, as well as attending Trooping the Colour and the annual Order of the Garter service and, perhaps, one of the annual summer garden parties for worthy community heroes. And he will definitely continue to undertake investitures at Windsor Castle on behalf of the King over the coming weeks. But he will also very much balance this with supporting Catherine who, we must not forget, is still undergoing gruelling preventative chemotherapy treatment as well as continuing to recuperate from her initial abdominal surgery in January - the seriousness of which should not be underestimated by anyone. ‘Obviously it’s been an important day [today] and one that has huge resonance with the prince in terms of his own environmental commitments, but I think you can expect to see the Prince undertake engagements at a similar pace to February and March,’ a source stresses. ‘The prince has always made clear that he wants to balance his commitment to public service and duty with supporting his family at this time, and he will continue to find a way to do that. ‘ Fortunately in this William has his wife’s backing, wholeheartedly. ‘Absolutely, it’s important to both of them, actually,’ my source adds. ‘June is an incredibly busy time ceremonially and the princess will want him to play his part as well. ‘They share that same sense of commitment and service.’ While there are many hurdles yet to be crossed, it is clear that William and Catherine are finding their way through them, together.

What a bunch of bullshit. "Commitment to public service"? What commitment? Remind me what state funerals he has attended as heir? Last I recall, I saw Anne and Sophie attending in his absence.

The kids are in school five days a week, correct? Now that they are back from their break. Yet, William will only do public duties ONE DAY per week. Shit, his children are working harder in school than he is!

Keep working for that OBE or whatever special honour you're hoping to get with these ridiculous puff pieces, Rebecca! William certainly owes you something for this ridiculous tripe you're typing out when he becomes king.

This is straight-up propaganda. All his critics on reddit are right.

Particularly these ones:

"Work"?

WHAT WORK?

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Making You Proud

For Ghosts Bingo @cbsghostsdaily

Prompt Trevor and Episode

AO3

All Trevor ever wanted was to make his parents proud, when the conversation at the end of Trevor's Body goes a little differently, he finds the answer to getting sucked off and peace at last.

***

Trevor’s furious at Tara Reid after she interrupted his memorial and ruined the closeness that he worked so hard for to get his parents back together. 

“You haven't changed one bit.  Same old Lenny with the work calls and the wandering eye,” Esther says before taking off for the kitchen. 

Lenny chases after her and Trevor looks pleadingly to Sam. “Sam, you got to do something.  Get in there.”

Sam sighs before they follow his parents into the kitchen. 

“Maybe there's an innocent explanation for the whole business card thing,” Sam offers, feebly.  “Maybe Tara Reid is interested in wholesale lighting.”

Sam elbows Jay, who adds, “Yes, I... 'Cause I think she's a producer on those Sharknado movies, and they may have lighting needs.”

“Sharknado?” Esther questions clearly confused.  “What are you two talking about?”

Sam sighs.  “I saw you guys last night.  There was still a spark there.”

The look on his mom’s face says it all.  She doesn’t get what’s going on here because she doesn’t know he’s here.  “Why do you even care?  Who are you?”

Sam glances at him and he gives her a pleading look.  “Please, Sam…”

“Look, I know you said you felt Trevor's presence in that room,” Sam states and he wonders what she’s doing here.  She’s never suggested that one of the ghosts are actually around.  Was she going to reveal his presence?  “And what if you were right?  What if Trevor is here with us today?”  

Trevor can’t help the look he gives Sam, who gives him a little glance before adding, “My parents also got divorced, and I know I blame myself.  Maybe Trevor blames his death for your divorce, you know – if he was here, maybe he would want to make up for that by getting you back together.”

He’s in utter shock that Sam is basically telling his parents he’s here and explaining everything that he’s been feeling the entire weekend. 

Esther looks confused.  “Well, why would he do that?”

“Because you got divorced right after I died,” Trevor states, even though she can’t hear him. 

Sam repeats, “Maybe because of the timing.  You divorced right after he disappeared on you – well, died.”

Esther shakes her head.  “No, no.  Trevor's death had nothing to do with us splitting up.”  She glances at Lenny, which makes Trevor feel a bit nervous.  What had his father done?  “The-the truth is, our problems were there long before that.  I caught Lenny cheating when the boys were still in junior high.”

It’s crushing to hear that his father cheated on his mother long before Trevor died.  “I didn't know that.”

“And we decided to stay together until they were out of the house.  But Jeremy never left the house.  He-he was still living there when he was 30,” Esther explains.  “So, we eventually figured, it was time – Jeremy was never going to leave and with Trevor gone, we just didn’t want to keep the lie up.”

“So, it wasn't T-Money's fault?  They were just waiting for J-Dog to grow up?” Trevor questions, feeling both better and worse at the same time.  His mother had put up with staying married to someone that cheated on her just for him and Jeremy.  She deserved better than that.

“It's very hard to take this story seriously with you using those monikers,” Hetty comments, but Trevor hears Alberta shush her.

“So, it wasn't Trevor's fault?” Sam questions.

Esther gives her a small smile.  “Divorce isn't about the kids.  It's about the parents.  We couldn’t make it work, and that was never on our boys.”  She pauses and looks around.  “Trevor, if you're really here, we want you to know that.  You were the best thing to come out of our marriage.  We’re – we were so proud of you, and we loved you... still do…”

“The point is, Trevor, we miss you every day, and we're so glad you were our son,” Lenny adds.  “We just hope that you know that, and that you’re at peace because now we can be … knowing what happened to you.”

Trevor feels so much love from his parents, and he feels so much better.  All he ever wanted was to make his parents proud.  It didn’t matter that he was stupid with the pills, it didn’t matter that he never got married or had a family, it didn’t matter that he didn’t take life seriously… all that mattered was that his parents knew the truth, they still loved him, they were proud of him, and they wanted him to be peace… he didn’t need to worry anymore. 

It's that moment that suddenly, he feels a warmth and a light. 

“Oh my god,” Sam says from besides him.  She’s looking from his parents, who were hugging, to him. 

Alberta and Hetty are both yelling from all of the ghosts to come to the kitchen because Trevor’s getting sucked off.  He doesn’t even know what to say or how to react, they all wanted it but had no idea how to achieve this … but it’s time. 

He can go now. 

“Sam, please tell my parents that I love them and that I am sorry that they had to wait so long to find out what happened to me, but that I’m glad that they were here this weekend.”

“Of course,” Sam says before turning to tell his parents what’s happening as he turns to his fellow ghosts – all of whom are staring at him disbelievingly, but he smiles. 

“I’m going to miss you guys, but thanks for making my afterlife better,” Trevor states.

They all rush to say different things about how they’re going to miss him, how grateful they are to have had him, etc.  

Alberta says something about missing watching movies with him.

Isaac says something about missing learning about new things from him.

Thor says something about Trevor’s wisdom.

Pete says something about missing his friendship.

Flower says that she’ll miss chasing butterflies with him.

Sass says he’ll miss messing with each other and him trying to make things fun. 

Then, there’s Hetty, who thanks him for helping her figure things out and that she’ll miss him. 

Everyone’s all a mess until Flower rushes forward to hug him and everyone piles on.  Luckily, it doesn’t seem to affect what’s happening because once they let him go, he says, “Goodbye,” and is taken up away to the place where everything peaceful and perfect all the time. 

At peace, at last.

[jerryterry]

Hello! I just recently (like yesterday) had your video Kiss Me (Kill Me) pop up on my YouTube recommended feed, and I have been listening to it just about non stop for the past 35 hours. This is probably going to go on for the next few weeks. It's giving me absolute brainrot, and I need to know how you feel about people using your songs to make animations for? I REEEEAAALLY want to make a fan animation for it because it's. So. Good. But I'd like your blessing to actually post it when I do make it (obviously with heavy credit both in the actual video and description, with links back to you, JuKayVid, and skippyrip in the description and pinned comment. I very much appreciate the work that went into the video, and I'd love to pay homage to the amazing art you've made!) Thank you for your time, and for making my new favorite video! 😁

Sure! I get asked this a lot on both tumblr and twitter (and this is one of the downsides of tumblr standardizing their pages, since I had the answer to this written at the top of my old ask page).

In general, I'm cool with people using any of my stuff in their content. Obviously there's exceptions if you're like a brand or something of course - don't use my music in an arby's ad, or reupload my content to places wholesale - but absolutely feel free to make an animation using my stuff, or use it as a video bgm/end-card or in your twitch stream, or do covers and remixes and edits or whatever you want!

[ultrainfinitepit]

Hello Tumblr followers, I have lots of news for you this month!

First up, a picture of my booth from Friend Fest 2023!

I had so much fun vending and it was a joy to meet those of you who stopped by, I truly appreciate your support and I hope to see you again at future events!

Now for news on the March Etsy shop update. Lots of new items are available, including new prints, stickers, and keychains; as well as the return of greeting cards.

This month's vault pins are the Cat Angel pins and Shrimpin' Cat; and the monthly seconds pins are some familiar faces, Guard and Emperor back by popular demand.

As the new arrives, we must say goodbye to the old. Sadly I have run out of storage space so it's time for some items to depart. You'll notice many listings now have "Departing Soon!" in their titles, and a deadline has been added to their descriptions. Any items marked as such will be removed from the shop April 2 2023. That is your last day to purchase them, so if you've been waiting to buy, it's best to purchase now. To help sweeten the deal, most of these items will be on sale until April 2 as well.

A few of these items may return if space frees up, but no guarantees. I will be giving most of them to my stockists or selling them wholesale, so they may be gone forever from my Etsy shop. For those of you who are new, my stockists are other retailers who sell my items on consignment. You can find them here. My older designs and merch from other creators are available through my stockists so I definitely recommend checking them out.

Speaking of my stockists, I'm happy to share that my Mushroomy storefront is now open! They're based in Melbourne, Australia - so if you're in the land down under, you can purchase from them and save on shipping.

Finally, some news on Kickstarter campaigns. Cowboys of the Apocalypse is on hold for now, so in the meantime I'll be running Eldritch Saints, a smaller pin campaign featuring designs inspired by eldritch and saintly imagery. You can follow the pre-launch page here, and keep an eye on my social media for previews of the designs.

That's all for this update, enjoy the rest of your week!

[lavishy]

From Viaggio (Italian for travel) collection designed by vegan brand LAVISHY established since 2001, this cool printed unisex key ring coin purse features vintage style illustration of elephant on the background of old map. It's fun, functional & fabulous. Made with Eco-friendly vegan materials that are toxic-free, recyclable and biodegradable. This unisex key ring coin purse is great for everyday use, travel as well as an unique gift for your friends and family. Exterior: Vegan/faux leather Interior: Nylon - with key ring to carry keys - 1 ID pocket at the back for driver's license or metro pass - can hold credit cards Measurement: 5 x 3.9 inch / 13 x 10 cm Wholesale available at www.lavishy.com to wide ranges of retailers including independent brick-and-mortar gift shops, clothing & fashion accessories boutiques, book stores, hotel/resort & airport/ferries gift stores, museum & botanical garden gift shops, flower shops & garden centers, online boutiques, & specialty retailers in Canada, USA & the rest of the world since 2001. Reasons for whey this unisex key ring coin purse is a wonderful lucky / good luck gift idea for your loved ones: The elephant with its trunk raised is indeed considered a symbol of luck and good fortune in various cultures, especially in Eastern societies such as India and Thailand. Here's why:

Strength and Power: Elephants are known for their immense strength and power. In many cultures, they symbolize strength, stability, and resilience. When depicted with their trunks raised, they are seen as asserting their strength and overcoming obstacles, which is considered fortunate.

Wisdom and Intelligence: Elephants are highly intelligent creatures, known for their problem-solving skills and strong social bonds. Their association with wisdom and intelligence adds to the symbolism of luck. It's believed that having the trunk up signifies wisdom and foresight.

Good Luck: In some cultures, the elephant's trunk is seen as a conduit for good luck and positive energy. When the trunk is raised, it is believed to be gathering positive energy and spreading it around, bringing good fortune to those nearby.

Fertility and Prosperity: The elephant is also associated with fertility and prosperity. In Hinduism, the elephant-headed god Ganesha is worshipped as the remover of obstacles and the provider of prosperity. The raised trunk symbolizes fertility and abundance, making it a popular motif in Indian households and businesses.

Overall, the elephant with its trunk raised is considered a powerful symbol of luck, prosperity, wisdom, and protection in many cultures, making it a popular choice for decorative and symbolic purposes. 

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View of an advertising card for Swift & Dodds, depicting roses. Printed on front: "Printed on front: "No quinine. No arsenic. No poison. Ague Conqueror, sold in all towns in the civilized world. See other side." Printed on back [in part]: "We always keep in our store a supply Boschee's German syrup and Green's August Flower. The August Flower. Boschee's German syrup. Swift & Dodds, wholesale druggists, 51 & 53 Shelby Street, Detroit, Mich."

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library