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Bing Weekly News Quiz: Test Your Knowledge of Current Events!

Section 1: Politics and Global Affairs

In recent news, which country has been experiencing political protests demanding democratic reforms?

a) Venezuela

b) Hong Kong

c) South Africa

d) Australia

The United Nations Climate Change Conference (COP26) was held in which city?

a) Paris

b) London

c) New York City

d) Glasgow

Who is the current President of the United States?

a) Joe Biden

b) Donald Trump

c) Barack Obama

d) George

W. Bush

What major international conflict made headlines recently due to escalating tensions?

a) Israel-Palestine conflict

b) North Korea-South Korea conflict

c) India-Pakistan conflict

d) Russia-Ukraine conflict

Section 2: Science and Technology

Which space agency successfully landed a rover named Perseverance on Mars?

a) NASA b) ESA (European Space Agency) c) ISRO (Indian Space Research Organization) d) SpaceX

What breakthrough technology has been making strides in the field of transportation?

a) Electric vehicles b) Hyperloop c) Autonomous vehicles d) Flying cars

Which social media platform faced scrutiny and legal challenges regarding user privacy and data security?

a) Facebook b) Twitter c) Instagram d) Snapchat

Recently, a team of scientists achieved a major milestone by creating the first-ever functioning quantum computer. Which company was behind this achievement?

a) IBM b) Google c) Microsoft d) Amazon

Conclusion: Congratulations on completing the Bing Weekly News Quiz! We hope you enjoyed testing your knowledge of current events and staying up-to-date with the latest happenings around the world. By keeping yourself informed, you play an active role in understanding the world we live in and shaping its future. Stay curious, keep exploring, and continue to engage with the news to expand your knowledge further. Well done!

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Bing Homepage Quiz: Exploring the World, One Question at a Time

The Bing Homepage Quiz has become a popular feature for millions of users around the world. With its daily trivia questions and captivating images, the quiz offers a unique and engaging way to test your knowledge while discovering fascinating facts about various topics. In this article, we will dive deep into the Bing Homepage Quiz, exploring its origins, format, and the wide range of subjects it covers. Join us on this journey as we unravel the mysteries behind one of the most beloved quizzes on the internet.

Section 1: The Origins of the Bing Homepage Quiz 1.1 The Inception: The Bing Homepage Quiz was introduced as a feature on the Bing search engine’s homepage to provide users with a fun and interactive way to engage with the platform. It aimed to create a more immersive experience while encouraging users to learn new things.

1.2 Early Format and Evolution: In its early stages, the Bing Homepage Quiz consisted of a single daily trivia question displayed alongside the stunning daily image showcased on the Bing homepage. However, over time, the quiz evolved to include additional questions, offering users a more comprehensive and challenging experience.

Section 2: The Format of the Bing Homepage Quiz 2.1 Daily Trivia Questions: At the core of the Bing Homepage Quiz are its daily trivia questions. Each day, users are presented with a new question that covers a wide range of subjects, including history, science, arts, sports, and more. The questions are designed to be thought-provoking, engaging, and informative.

2.2 Multiple Choice Options: To make the quiz accessible to a broad audience, each question is accompanied by multiple-choice options. Users can select their answer from the provided choices, adding an element of interactivity to the quiz. This format allows both casual users and enthusiasts to participate and enjoy the experience.

2.3 Immediate Feedback: Once users select an answer, the Bing Homepage Quiz provides immediate feedback, revealing whether the chosen option is correct or incorrect. This instant feedback helps users learn from their responses and reinforces their knowledge on the topic.

Section 3: Exploring the Topics Covered in the Bing Homepage Quiz 3.1 History and Geography: The Bing Homepage Quiz frequently delves into the realms of history and geography, offering questions that span various time periods and locations. Users can test their knowledge of significant historical events, famous landmarks, influential figures, and more.

3.2 Science and Technology: From the wonders of the natural world to cutting-edge scientific advancements, the Bing Homepage Quiz covers a wide array of topics in the realm of science and technology. Users can expect questions related to biology, physics, space exploration, and the latest technological breakthroughs.

3.3 Arts and Culture: Art enthusiasts can rejoice as the Bing Homepage Quiz often showcases questions related to art, literature, music, and popular culture. Users can test their knowledge of famous artists, literary classics, iconic songs, and even current trends in the entertainment industry.

3.4 Sports and Recreation: Sports fans are not left out either, as the Bing Homepage Quiz features questions about various sports disciplines, legendary athletes, major tournaments, and notable moments in sporting history. Whether you’re a football fanatic or a basketball aficionado, you’ll find something to challenge your sports knowledge.

Section 4: The Educational Value of the Bing Homepage Quiz 4.1 Learning Through Engagement: One of the significant benefits of the Bing Homepage Quiz is its ability to transform learning into an engaging and entertaining experience. By presenting information in a quiz format, users are encouraged to actively participate, leading to better retention of knowledge.

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[lcriedlastnight]

hi! was wondering if you could write something for your special for lando?

i was thinking something to do with his nose scar. idk if you can do something with that or not 💀

tysm and congrats!

ofc i can, i am screaming at this btw.

1k words

everyone knew lando was a party animal, it was the first thing you knew about him when you met him. he loved a good party and he loved a good time. you weren't as fond of the party scene but you knew when lando wanted you there, to be there for him. the celebration in amsterdam for kings day was one of those ones where you had decided that your presence was not, in fact needed and you could spend the week prior to the miami grand prix at home catching up on your current favourite tv show.

getting a call from your drunk boyfriend about some injury was not on your plans for the day however.

"heyyyy baby! where are you?" lando slurred through the phone when he had first called you. at first you had thought it was just another one of lando's famous drunk phone calls where he goes on and on about how much he misses you and how if you really wanted to he could get you on a flight to come and see him in thirty minutes - as if you could pack a weeks worth of clothes and get to the airport in that time. drunk lando was overly positive.

"hi lan, what's up?" you ask, padding through your shared living room, one hand holding your phone to your ear and the other holding the popcorn bowl.

"i look like a mummy right now!" he laughs down the phone. his laughter makes you giggle too even though you have no clue what he's on about.

"my nose hurts thoouugghh. smashed a glass on it." he complains as if it didn't just make you stop in your tracks and almost drop your very full bowl of freshly popped popcorn.

"you what? you smashed a glass on your nose? are you alright?" you quiz, worry laced throughout your voice. lando is that drunk that he can't pick up on it. he just lets out a giggle and says something to someone near him before his attention is back on you.

"yeah! blood was everywhere, baby!" he says, much too positive for the contents of the sentence. even though you felt your throat close with worry for him you knew it couldn't be that bad or else you would've known much before now and lando wouldn't be as upbeat as he was right now.

"really? are you alright now?" you ask him, setting up the couch with blankets for your binge session. there is shuffling over the phone and then lando is mumbling again.

when he does answer you it's tipsy reassurance and its then that you realise that you won't know how bad it was until you either see him in person or speak to him when he's a little more sober than right now. you chat to him (entertain his drunk yapping) for a little while longer before you hang up to actually start your tv show and to let him get on with his partying.

★・・・・・・★

the next time you see lando is two days after, he had arrived in miami where you were waiting for him at the hotel and it was safe to say you had no idea on what his injury would be like. when you met him in your shared room and you seen him with the bandage on his nose, the first thing you did was coo. it was all you could do, you literally melted at him.

"oh baby." lando gives you a guilty smile, not knowing whether or not to milk his injury to get extra affection from you or to just be honest and say that it didn't really hurt as much as it did when he first cut it. the former was calling his name though.

you baby him all weekend until you see him cross the chequered flag first for the very first time and then, well let's just say the babying was put on hold for a little bit while you showed him just how proud of him you were.

laying in the hotel bed with him that night watching some random episode on the hotel tv, you turn to him and say "maybe you should hurt yourself every weekend so you can win every race for the rest of the season."

lando rolled his eyes and lightly shoved his palm in your face to shut you up.

★・・・・・・★

it was another win later when you realised just how obsessed you were with the little scar left on his nose from the incident. you had obviously noticed it before now (you had a serious problem when it came to staring at lando's face) but it wasn't until you were in singapore when you really noticed just how much you adored it on him.

the hotel lighting was dim, barely lighting up your favourite thing to look at when bored but it would do as both you and lando couldn't be bothered to turn anymore lights on or even turn the lamp on the bedside off. your fingers danced across his cheeks and along his jawline to then swipe across his eyebrows. you didn't know if it was the lighting or what it was but the scar kept catching your eyes and your fingers just kept coming back to swoop down over it, ever so gently like it was still fresh and sore.

"why'd you keep doing that?" lando mumbles, clearly half asleep but noticing the repeating motions of your fingers gliding down his nose and specifically his scar.

you aren't sure you have an answer to his question so you hesitate on replying to your half asleep boyfriend. your fingers now actively avoiding his nose altogether.

"doing what?"

lando huffs and opens one eye to look over at you. you are eye to eye with him, both of you laying on your sides facing one another.

"touching my nose. and my scar." lando points out. he knows that you knew what he was talking about and he was not here to beat around the bush.

"dunno." is your reply. "it's just cute. you suit it."

lando isn't sure if it's a compliment or not but he takes it as one as he lets his eye close again and moves so he is resting his chin on top of your head. he also isn't sure if it is possible for someone to suit a scar but instead of questioning you he just wraps his arms around you tighter. a conversation for the morning, he thinks.

[frankent1ts]

RIDDLE THEORY

Okay so y'know how in the CH3 egg room the Forgotten Man says this nonsense?

Most ppl in the fandom write these lines of dialogue off completely, but I actually think this a riddle. More than that, I think this riddle is the Forgotten Man telling us where the past egg rooms were and where to find future egg rooms.

Let's start off with addressing the whole Thursday-Sunday thing, what do the days of the week have to do with egg rooms? Everything actually! Because guess what? CH1 of Deltarune takes place on a Thursday.

We know this because in CH2 Susie and Kris go to school, but then in CH4 no one's in school because it's the first day of the weekend AKA Saturday.

So if CH4 takes place on Saturday, then CH2 must take place on Friday, and CH1 must take place on a Thursday. CH3 is stuck in a weird limbo bc Kris opened up the TV dark world late at night (probably closer to midnight, as evidenced by this quiz)

So while technically it's Saturday night because it's currently past midnight, it also doesn't feel like the start of a new day. That'll be an important detail so keep that in your noggin.

ANYWAY, let's start with the first part of the riddle.

Now while we obviously don't find the Forgotten Man selling donuts in CH1, we do find a bake sale, a bake sale that sells donuts.

It's worth noting that the bake sale has a teleporter door and the only save point you'll have for the next couple of rooms. These two things mark the bake sale as an important checkpoint. Why is the bake sale so important? Because in the very next room we find a tree identical to the one found in the egg room, hinting that we may find this very same tree again between the bake sale and the next checkpoint.

So that's part one of the riddle down, but what about this next part?

Well, this one's actually pretty obvious. CH2 takes place on a Friday, right? Well, guess where we find the egg room? In-between a sidewalk and a hidden dumpster room. Bada-bing, bada-boom.

Also notice how the dumpster and bake sale both relate to the first two secret bosses, Spamton and Jevil? Above the bake sale is where you find the blacksmith that mends the broken key to Jevil's cell, and we find out that Spamton lives in the hidden dumpster. This draws a very deliberate connection between the secret bosses and the egg rooms. Remember this.

Okay and what about the third part of the riddle?

Well, and this might be a bit weird, but I don't think this part of the riddle refers to the CH3 egg room at all. Remember how I said that CH3 is kinda in a limbo in-between Friday and Saturday because it takes place at midnight? Well, I think CH3 being in-between the days of the week excludes it from this riddle. Plus, beyond the whole time thing, the CH3 egg room doesn't relate to windows at all.

But y'know which egg room does relate to that? The CH4 egg room. Yeah, this one's also pretty obvious but we find the CH4 egg room by going in-between a window and a secret library.

Now before we move onto the last part of the riddle, allow me to spit another theory at ya. Remember how I said that the riddle deliberately connects the egg rooms to the first two secret bosses? Well, right about now you're probably beginning to question that connection. The secret boss of CH4 is Gerson, and the CH4 egg room doesn't have an obvious connection to Gerson at all. So was the connection between the first two egg rooms and the secret bosses just a coincidence?

No.

I believe the connection between the first two egg rooms and the secret bosses was intentional, and I believe that Gerson not being all that connected to the CH4 egg room was also intentional. Why do I think this? Because Gerson is the first secret boss to not slip into darkness.

Let's think about it: what do the first three secret bosses (Jevil, Spamton, and ERAM) all have in common? They're all related to darkness. Jevil is trapped in a dark, lonely cell and talks about how a darkness will consume our hearts. Spamton is forced to live in a dark garbage can and complains about how it's still so dark even in his NEO form. And ERAM is a shadowy figure found in a dark hidden room that gives us an item resistant to dark attacks.

But Gerson isn't like that at all. He tells us that someone gave him the shadow crystal and wanted him to use it, but he refused to. And seemingly because of that, he didn't get lost in the darkness. Unlike the first three secret bosses, Gerson is kind, helpful, friendly, but most of all he isn't consumed by darkness. Hell, he spends most of his time in a comfy well-lit room with a fireplace. He's the absolute antithesis to the first three secret bosses.

And it's because of this that the CH4 egg room isn't really related to Gerson. All the other egg rooms are connected to the secret bosses in some way (even the CH3 egg room is kinda related to ERAM since they're both found through convoluted secrets in retro video games), but because Gerson broke free of that cycle, he didn't become connected to the egg room.

…However, there is still a connection to be made between Gerson and the egg room, albeit a vague one. As I mentioned, the CH4 egg room is found in-between the window and the hidden library. Well, the hidden library actually contains a single book inside. Read it and you get this story: "Something grew from the bitter water. It felt like glass."

Hm. Water, something that looks like glass? Where have I heard all that before?

Ah, yes, the shadow crystal. A piece of glass that moves like water in your hand.

So what does all this mean? Why are all the egg rooms connected back to the secret bosses/shadow crystals? Well, that's because the secret bosses/shadow crystals all relate back to one thing: Gaster.

Jevil met a strange someone that made his view of the world become darker, yet darker. Spamton was always on the phone with someone that made him a big shot, and the phone emitted garbage noise. ERAM is found in the shelter, and the shelter emits the same sound found in ENTRY NUMBER SEVENTEEN. The shadow crystals are impossibly dark shards that don't reflect any light, photon readings negative.

It all leads back to him. But why? Why are the egg rooms deliberately connected to Gaster? Well, I think you know why.

It's because the Forgotten Man is Gaster.

The Forgotten Man is found in-between rooms, and so is the Mystery Man sprite in Undertale. The Forgotten Man is forgotten and obscured, and so is Gaster. The Forgotten Man can only speak in all-caps, and so does Gaster. Gaster has knowledge of the prophecy, and so does the Forgotten Man.

“But the Forgotten Man doesn't have knowledge of the prophecy,” I hear you say. “He never tells us anything about the prophecy.”

But he does.

Let's finally talk about the last part of the Forgotten Man's riddle.

The fifth egg room is going to be found on a Sunday, it's going to be found in CH5. Importantly, it's going to be found in a wheat field. Now obviously CH5 hasn't come out yet, so I don't know what it has in store. But I know for certain that the CH5 dark world will have a wheat field.

How do I know this? Well, during your fight with Gerson, he rattles off the titles and descriptions of the chapters from The Lord Of The Hammer. We find out from Gerson that The Lord Of The Hammer series is based on the prophecy that the Fun Gang are seemingly destined to carry out. The chapters of The Lord Of The Hammer further confirm this fact as they all sound pretty similar to the first four chapters of Deltarune.

But then Gerson tells us of a fifth chapter.

According to Gerson, the fifth chapter will contain a field of pink and gold, a garden that gets burned. Obviously this hints at the CH5 dark world being inside Asgore's flower shop. It's a flower shop with double doors, Asgore had fire magic in Undertale so Asgore's garden being set ablaze would make sense, Asgore could become jealous of Sans having a better relationship with Toriel than he does.

It all adds up. But what does the “Field of Pink and Gold” mean? In Deltarune, pink and gold is often related to the secret bosses (Spamton has pink and gold shades, FRIEND's eyes are pink and gold, the controller Kris uses to play the secret boss game is pink and gold.)

Why is the field in CH5 gonna be pink and gold?

…Well, the Forgotten Man did say you'll find him in a wheat field. A golden field.

The Forgotten Man knows about the prophecy, he knows that Kris will be able to find him in a future plant-themed dark world.

But what did Gerson say about Chapter 5? That it was the last chapter? That the story “swallowed up the author whole”? An author that got killed by their own creation, now where have I heard that before?

And what do you know? The Forgotten Man only tells us about where to find him up til CH5, but not CH6 or CH7. Why is that?

If the Forgotten Man truly is a version of Gaster, then this can only mean that after CH5 we may never see the Forgotten Man again, and (just like Gerson, just like Gaster) the Forgotten Man will be swallowed up by something, something he created.

CH5 is gonna be the last chapter where we'll be able to collect an egg. And these eggs are gonna be the only way we'll be able to remember the Forgotten Man after he's gone.

And the Forgotten Man knows that this will happen. He tells you as much himself.

[athenagc94]

Dear Daddy Long Legs - Chapter 13

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

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Chapter 13

You hurried up the stairs of your complex, a dark cloud swirling overhead. The elevator stopped working that morning, meaning you had to scale seven flights to get to your apartment. Class wrapped for the day, but your philosophy professor wanted to be a bigger ass than usual and threw a pop quiz in your face. You were sure you failed, which was the last thing you needed this close to the end of the semester. You couldn’t even share a harried look with Steph because you stopped talking to her to focus on your studies. A decision you were now beginning to regret, but you tried to hold firm.

In conclusion, you were going through it, and you wanted nothing more than to sink into your couch and binge-watch Bridgerton for the umpteenth time.

As you reached the landing on your floor, you paused, noting the package that awaited you outside your door—a small, unassuming brown box.

Huh.

You didn’t order anything.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed legitimate with the appropriate shipping labels and all that jazz, but you didn’t survive this city without being at least a little wary of pleasant surprises.

It was heavier than you expected. Something you took mental note of as you tucked it under your arm and headed inside. While it could be an explosive or trap sent by a gang or super villain, you hoped they had bigger fish to fry than a college student on the cusp of a mental breakdown.

And at this point, a small part of you welcomed the sweet release of death if it meant you didn’t have to take your finals next week.

You settled cross-legged on your couch, turning the package over in your hands as you tried to guess what it contained. Its contents shifted slightly, and you still had all your limbs intact, so you took that as a good sign.

Sparing yourself the suspense, you ripped it open. A leather book tied with a cord sat on top, unmarked saved for the braided border etched on its cover. Next to it sat an ebony fountain pen with vials of ink. A small smile flitted across your face as you removed the journal, flipping through its pages to appreciate the rough texture of the pages. It was almost too nice to write in.

Beneath it, sat two more books. On Writing by Stephen King, and a collector’s edition of Les Misérables by Victor Hugo. You appreciated the first as a good resource for your upcoming submission, but your attention snagged on the latter. Its deep blue cover looked expensive with gold-pressed fleurs dis lis along its border. You flipped it open to the first page, noting that it was written in French. Somehow, you knew it would be.

A handwritten note sat at the bottom of the empty box.

You’re doing well. I chose you for a reason. Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not for my sake. Take a break from the letters and enjoy the holidays. You’ve earned it.

—Your Dear Daddy Long Legs

Your skin pebbled with the twist in your gut, simultaneously too cold and too hot. You laughed, because you couldn't decide what else to do in that moment. Gifts were one thing, expected even from a man who had plenty of money to spare, but a few words of encouragement and the joining of an inside joke... that was priceless and exactly what you needed right now.

Writing letters had quickly lost its appeal once you started double and triple guessing every word that went onto the page. Life had gotten in the way, so you distanced yourself from your new friends to focus on your studies. You assumed you made the right choice, but it only succeeded in making you feel more isolated. With the end of your first semester looming, you wondered if you’d made a terrible mistake by taking his money.

Bruce Wayne clearly didn’t care about you or your struggles, especially after never receiving a response to your frantic letter apologizing for your misstep.

But maybe you’d been a little too quick to judge.

Your laughter died on a wheeze as tears gathered in your eyes, hot and searing, relieved you hadn’t fucked this up. It wasn’t often the actions of billionaires brought you to tears, and happy tears at that. Hah. You wanted to laugh and sob and scream. Perhaps, an ugly combination of all three. A weight you’d carried over the last few weeks lifted, and you could finally breathe a little easier.

He wanted you to be yourself.

Your paranoia could settle, and you could finally enjoy life instead of sitting around and waiting for him to pull the plug on your academic pursuits.

Grabbing your new journal, you headed for the window. Ice and gray-flecked snow gathered on the grate outside. You sat on the small bench inside your apartment and cracked the window, relishing the chilly Gotham night. As you considered how best to christen your new journal, you heard the pop and drag of a grappling gun. Everyone from Gotham had come to recognize the call of an incoming vigilante.

Your gaze snapped toward the sky, searching the rooftops for the telltale smear of red on the black canvas of night.

Several seconds passed, the air thick with tension before you saw him. A speck of red landed on a roof two blocks down. Red Hood bolted, swallowed by the shadows before you fully realized you’d spotted him. You squashed the urge to call out to him.

Catching a glimpse of him every now and again was enough, you tried to reason with yourself. Knowing that if you ever ran into trouble again, Hood might be the one to save you was enough.

You almost believed yourself this time too.

To avoid the temptation of watching the sky, you retreated further inside with your journal. You sat cross-legged on your couch, anticipation buzzing through your veins as you tried to focus on the blank page. Much to your chagrin, words were harder to come by with your attention drifting back to the window every few seconds.

A distraction—that’s what you needed.

You turned on the TV, resuming where you left off in your rewatch of Bridgerton. It wasn’t long before you caught your attention straying toward the window once more. You groaned and laid out flat on the couch so you couldn’t see the window at all.

When he decided to grace you with his presence was outside your control. You knew that. The only logical step was to focus on something you could control. Pulling out your phone, you scrolled through a slew of unread texts. Your thumb hovered over the picture Steph had uploaded. One of her posing with Cass after one of their self-defense classes.

She tried texting.

She tried calling.

You never answered.

She had every right to ignore you now if she wanted to, but it was worth a shot. You clicked the ‘call’ button and raised the phone to your ear. At the very least, you could leave a voicemail. Steph deserved an apology, even if she never wanted to speak to you again.

The call connected after two rings. “My horoscope has never led me wrong. It told me to expect an unexpected call today.”

You struggled to contain your smile. At least you could count on Steph to remain consistent in these trying times. “If you expected it, can it be unexpected?”

“Psh. Begone with your logic. So, does this call mean you want to be my friend again?”

You had the decency to act sheepish. “I know it was shitty of me, to disappear. I just...” There was no real justification for your actions, and you didn’t try to explain yourself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have cut you out like that. I was in my head, and if you want to tell me to pound sand, be my guest. But, if you’re amendable to an alternative, I would like to grab lunch tomorrow and catch up.”

Her phone crackled as she readjusted her phone, quiet save for a small hum of contemplation. You held your breath as you waited.

“Are you feeling better?”

“I am,” you answered honestly, “I got the pep talk I needed.”

You could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “Good. Though, for the record, I’ve been known to give a pretty stellar pep talk myself. You could have come to me. I love telling people how great they are.”

She also loved devastating people with a single, well-aimed slight. You’d seen it for yourself on several occasion but thankfully had never been on the receiving end. Steph truly was a woman of multitudes.

You laughed despite yourself. “I’m getting used to friends. Sad, I know, but I panicked and this was the result. I am sorry. I’d like to make it up to you. Lunch is on me.”

“Ew, keep your money. I just want to hang out and talk shit about Dr. Edwin. I mean, can you believe he had the gall to throw a pop quiz at us? It's a philosophy class for fuck's sake? I wasn't even aware there were tests," she groaned before quickly adding, "You can also tell me about this life-changing pep talk while we’re at it.”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. If she knew it came from Bruce Wayne, you’d never live it down. “Just a friend.”

“I thought you didn’t have friends?”

“Do you want to hang out or not?”

“Hm, suspicious,” she said with a sniff, “I’ll drop it for now, but we will talk about this tomorrow. Can I invite Cass? She missed you too.”

“Yeah, that sounds gr—”

Several things happened in that moment.

You heard the pop of a grappling gun.

Something large hit your fire escape.

A voice, warped by modulation, groaned.

Your heart lurched.

It couldn’t be...

“Hey? You still there?” Steph’s voice dragged you back.

“I—yeah, I’m here. Someone—I gotta go. I’ll text your tomorrow.” You hung up before Steph could respond and sat up.

Red Hood ambled to his feet, outlined by the flickering streetlamp outside. He rolled his shoulder experimentally, another round of colorful curses crackling from his mask.

“Hood?”

He froze.

Slowly, his attention shifted to where you perched on the couch, then toward the TV. You followed his gaze. Daphne Bridgerton hung off a ladder as Simon's hands disappeared beneath her dress. He pressed searing, open-mouthed kisses to her exposed throat, their moans heavy and loud in the silence that stretched on.

Your eyes widened as you hurried to turn down the volume, to turn it off, anything to spare you from the mortification of explaining the plot of Bridgerton to him.

The screen went black, and you whipped around to face him. “I—”

“I preferred Anthony’s season.”

Your brain turned a little fuzzy. “You’ve... you’ve seen it?”

“Out of morbid curiosity. Nothing more.”

The lie was far from convincing, but he stared back, daring you to call him on his bluff. You let it go because you had yet to fully accept that he was here, talking to you. He crouched to speak with you through your window. It was a sight to behold, his shoulders comically wide for the frame.

You stepped toward him, fearing moving too quickly might scare him off. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s been a while.”

That much was obvious. “It has.”

His fingers flexed around your windowsill, his leather gloves squeaking softly. Neither spoke. You waited, but he seemed reluctant to say anything more. That meant it fell to you to fill the empty air.

“Did you want to come in?”

It was smarter not to let him in. This was more than enough. No need to be selfish. And yet, you offered anyway.

He nodded and said, “Sure.”

Shoving the window up, he managed to squeeze inside, grunting softly as he rolled his shoulder again. You stepped forward to meet him halfway, nearly touching him now, but not quite closing the distance.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I, uh...” He stood a little straighter. “I fell just now.”

Another silence wrought with tension settled. You glanced around your apartment, wishing you’d known he would appear so you could have tidied up a bit. His attention, however, didn’t stray from you. It sat like a weight on your chest, pressing the air from your lungs.

After months of nothing, his presence shouldn’t have affected you the way it did, but your body fizzled with anticipation. Your hand fell back to your side. “You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“I wanted to see you.”

He recoiled, and you imagined that was something he meant to keep to himself. Still, his confession hung in the air between you, waiting for you to do something with it. He stayed rooted to the floor, not even the crackle of his breaths passing through his modulator.

You broke away from him as you considered your next move. You imagined what this meeting would be like. What you would say? How he would respond? Reality was far more daunting. Hesitantly, you turned to the small collection of books organized at the foot of your bed.

One chance.

You had to make this count.

Pulling three from the lowest shelf, you turned to face him once more. “I realize I don’t know anything about you.”

He didn’t correct you.

You pressed on, “I also realize that it’s probably safer that way considering who you are and the life you lead.”

Again, nothing.

Closing the distance once more, you offered him the stack. He reached for them, though you couldn’t tell if it was a deliberate choice or simply reactional. He released a shuddering breath that rippled through his modulator—the only indication that his brain hadn’t completely shut off.

Before you lost the nerve, you continued, “I read the Emily Wilson translation of The Odyssey. I know that feels like a lifetime ago, but I think it helped me understand the man who hides behind the mask a little better.” You looked at him in earnest as you fiddled with the strings on your yellow hoodie. “Our favorite books can say a lot about a person’s character. I wanted to share a few of my favorites with you too. Maybe this is how we can get to know each other without sharing too much.”

You waited for him to say something.

Anything.

Seconds passed, each more constricting than the last. This was the most vulnerable you’d been in a while. You’d hoped for a little more of a reaction, though it was difficult to know what was happening under that damn helmet. Your fingers twitched at your side as the silence stretch on between you.

You cracked first. “I’m sorry if this is weird, I just thought—”

He handed the books back to you, effectively shutting you up. You knew outright rejection was a possibility but experiencing said rejection was much worse. Your throat tightened as you fought back whatever knee jerk reaction clawed at your chest.

Once more, you were caught staring at each other, the space between you cavernous and achingly cold. Your grip tightened around the books, half-tempted to chuck them at his head.

How dare he come here.

How dare he toy with your emotions.

He could have stayed away.

He stepped toward the window. “I need to go.”

You didn’t stop him when he ducked through the window and shot into the night. Numbness quickly settled in his wake, soothing the sting of rejection as you set the books on your table and drifted listlessly back to your couch.

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A/N: Let me take a second to thank those of you who have taken the time to read and comment. It means a lot, and brightens my day whenever I get a notification! I hope you enjoy the ride.

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[vosling]

Happy milestone, WOE.BEGONE 💗 Episode 200 this week.

We organized a Highlight Reel on the discord server (every canon episode represented, over 50 episodes represented with fanart), a fun silly personality quiz, a gorgeous curated playlist, and the second WOE.REPORT. Here on tumblr I want to share art I made for the Highlight Reel. The episode that truly locked us in. Episode 9: Trailhead.

I'm a relatively recent listener, I binged through the first fourteen seasons August 2024. It made me feel seen and understood in a time where I was going through a flare-up and feeling pretty isolated. Through the lens of timetravel, identity, and body horror I have found something that represents a lot of my feelings re: living in a world that creates disabilities and then discards us crips. Bodies like cannon fodder for the bottom line.

This show means a lot to me. I'm deeply grateful for all that it has brought me. I'm glad I could give back in some way by sharing the joy.

[chaussetteblanche]

If you still write for kit, can I request something where the reader is kits gf and comes out to him as bisexual, and is really nervous about it even tho he’s super accepting (like are you sure you’re okay with it) bc they get scared but he’s super reassuring 🥺

hi love ! yes, i still write for kit ! of course :) thanks for requesting !! sorry for taking so long to answer !

pairing : kit connor x female!reader summary : you come out as bi to kit word count : 1.2k warnings : none, i think

You'd first felt it when you were younger. You loved the Totally Spies and spent your afternoons watching the show when you'd come home from school. And you especially loved Britney. She was like the perfect mix of Sam, Clover and Alex. Who wouldn't love her ? But you didn’t think anything of it back then.

Then you had the same sort of feeling when you'd first watched Pirates of the Caribbean as a young teenager. Will Turner was gloriously handsome, of course, but you felt the same way about Elizabeth Swan. She was graceful, not to mention beautiful, and could handle her own in battle, she could shoot, kick ass... What couldn't she do ? You didn’t think twice about it then, either.

Same happened when you met a girl at camp. She was nice and beautiful and really funny. You were so happy to be her friend. You didn’t realize what the butterflies in your stomach whenever she touched you meant.

You'd never thought too much about these feelings, figuring everyone felt the same. It's totally normal to wonder what it would be like to kiss your female friends, right ? Everybody did that, didn't they ?

A lot of your friends came out over the years, so you grew more familiar with the LGBTQ+ community, sexualities and gender identities. But you never questioned your own. And why would you ? You were now dating Kit, had been for a few months, actually, so why would you even think about questioning your sexuality ?

And then Kit got cast for Heartstopper. And with him, you dived even deeper into the world of queerness. And more than once, when helping him rehearse his lines, you'd read the script and thought : hey, I feel this way sometimes, too. But still, you didn't think too much about it.

And then, Heartstopper finally came out. All of the cast gathered to binge watch it in one day. You had been invited too, along with the other significant others. Everyone had to bring something, so you and Kit had made a heart-shaped chocolate cake that morning.

You were all snuggled up on the couch and Joe finally pushed play on the first episode. You were leaning in Kit’s side with your legs laying over his lap. He wrapped an arm your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head when the intro started.

You squealed along with everyone when Joe first appeared on the screen. Everyone screamed and laughed whenever a new character would appear on the screen. You watched episode after episode, glee filling your being and shining with pride as you watched Kit’s amazing performance.

You got quiet when Nick started questioning his sexuality. Your heart sped up when he did the “Are you gay” quiz on the internet. You quickly excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You tried to take deep breaths as you locked yourself in the bathroom. You’d felt the same things for women that Nick felt for men. Was it possible that you weren’t- straight ?

You locked the door behind you and leaned on the sink. Did you- like girls ? You looked at yourself in the mirror and winced at the look on your face. You didn’t like this. You didn’t like not knowing. A knock at the door startled you.

“Y/N ? You alright, love ?” Kit. You splashed some water onto your face and flushed the toilet, drying your face. “Yeah, just really had to go all of a sudden,” you lied as you unlocked and opened the door. Kit looked down at you and chuckled. “Oh, sorry, my love.” “It’s fine,” you laughed, “no worries, babe.”

You couldn’t get it out of your head for weeks. Did you like girls ? Were you pretending to ? Were you a lesbian ? No, you liked Kit. What were you ? You talked it over with your friends a lot. They all told you the same thing : “With time, you’ll know.” Maybe you would think you were bi for a while and then discover that you didn’t like men at all, or the contrary. It frustrated you to not know. No one else but you could know what your sexuality was. And the answer wouldn’t magically appear on a silver platter, as much as you wished it would.

Kit noticed your change in behaviour. Your temper was shorter than usual and you acted distant from him. After worrying for a few weeks, he finally confronted you. You were in the kitchen, making some instant ramen when he finally talked to you about it.

“Y/N ?” he asked tentatively. “Yeah ?” you hummed absent-mindedly. “Is something going on these days ?” You tensed at his words. He noticed immediately and touched your arm. “I don’t mean to upset you, love, but I just want to let you know that if something’s the matter with you, with us or with me, I’m here and you can talk to me about it you want to.”

You wanted to cry at his kindness and thoughtfulness. “I-“ Your voice caught in your throat. A ball formed in your stomach as you thought of voicing your thoughts and worrying. How would he react? Of course he'd understand, but- What ifs flooded your brain as you spluttered like a fish out of water. He took your hand in his, bringing you back to reality as he kissed your knuckled. "You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready to, you know." "No, I- I want to." You took a deep breath. Kit looked at you, giving you his undivided attention. "I've been feeling like this for a while now, and it only got stronger when we watched your show together because it really put it in front of me. Like I couldn't ignore it any longer, you know?" Kit tilted his head to the side, somewhat confused as to what you were speaking about. "I- I think I'm bisexual." The word felt alien in your mouth. "I think I like both boys, especially you, of course, and girls. I- I'm attracted to both."

Kit smiled at you, squeezing your hand. "Thank you for telling me. I know it's not easy." "No," you chuckled, wiping a stray tear from your eye, you didn't even know why you were crying, "it's not. But you make it easier." "And how do you feel about it?" "I- okay, I guess. It's good to know there are others like me, like us. H-how do you feel about it?”

“I think it just gives me one more thing to love about you,”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you asked nervously, worrying your bottom lip. Kit nodded, still smiling. "Not in the slightest. I'm so proud of you. Can I kiss you?" You nodded. "Of course, this doesn't change how I feel about you in the slightest." He hummed and leaned forward, wrapping you up in his arms as he pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling and comfort he brought you. He pulled away. "I don't think I'm ready to tell everyone yet, though." "No, of course, you don't have to tell anyone you don't want to. You don't owe anyone anything."

[whotfislai]

Ok Ok Ok Ok | itzy, yeji.

pairing "ok ok ok ok" hwang yeji & "la la la la la la la la" gn reader

genre fluff, yeji being the BEST bestfriend everr, carefree reader lmao, yeji enabling your lazy behavior

doei speaks! i want yeji as my bestfriendddd ++ dividers came from im4yeons <3

"yejiiiiiiiii, this is saur boring!!" you groaned, tossing your copy of Romeo and Juliet on the bed. this is not how you wanted to spend the last week of summer, HELL NO!!

if your annoyingly boring bestie didn't FORCE you into reading, you would've been binging your favorite depressing anime, NANA. but no, instead you're reading Romeo and Juliet.

yeji rolled her eyes at your childish remark, letting out a small sigh. "sometimes you can be real lazy, (yn)."

you grinned. "oh, and you can't be? actually nevermind, you're a fucking robot of course not."

she giggled at you, her eyes squinting in a way that to you, resembled a cat. but ever since you convinced her to let you dye her hair orange, she's looked more fox-like.

yeji put a bookmark in her copy to save her page: 450 out of 480. you didn't need to save your page however, why save page 30?

she turned her head towards you on the bed, and stared at you. whenever she looked at you this way, you seriously felt as if she was a robot. (but lowkey, she might be i meannn 👀)

yeji folded her arms, "if you really don't feel like reading, don't."

the way you tilted your head in confusion let her know she needed to follow up. she held her hand out signaling your to be quiet.

"i'll read it, give you a summary, and then help you write the book report. simple."

... ... ...

"REALLY YEJIIII!! I LOVE YOU SAURRR MUCH YOU'RE AMAZING!!" you shouted happily, throwing your body closer to her, giving her a warm embrace. she was caught off-guard at first, but soon warmed up to it, hugging you back.

"but remember (yn), if there's a quiz on this i'm not bailing you out."

you nodded your head, "of course not! awwh, yeji thank you!!"

she smiled, letting go of you to which you did the same. as she lifted her book up, opening it to page 450, she muttered one final thing.

"anyways, don't you have an anime to be watching?"

and with that you leapt up from the bed, rushing downstairs to her living room.

but while turning on your show, you realized two things.

yeji is the bestest bestfriend you could ask for.

aaannndd she'd probably make you pay her back somehow (but that's a problem for a later date😃!)

End!ㅤ

thanks for reading! i probably will expand on this whole "ok ok ok"/ "la la la" thing with other idols (in a better way) but i realized i haven't written something in a while and felt bad abt that....

reblog / like it if you enjoyed <3!

[bekolxeram]

Just checking in with everyone here. Day 3, I managed to get around 6 hours of sleep last night in between doomscrolling sessions. Woke up this morning feeling still a bit raw, but definitely much better than before. My interest in the show has also gone down like a lead balloon as soon as I heard the next 2 episodes will be about Brad of all people. All the major storylines set up last season lack development this season and the payoffs feel rushed and anticlimactic. FireFam familial moments are few and far between, and now you're telling me I only have Brad to look forward to? No thanks. Wake me up when there's another plane.

Last time I was this heartbroken due to a piece of fiction was Rose Tyler. I cried myself to sleep for a week, and I couldn't think of that scene without tearing up for at least 2 months. I made myself feel better by keep binging the rest of the show. (It was 2010 so only a bit more than 5 series by then)

I guess I just need some other obsessions to distract myself and fill up the large amount of free time I've suddenly acquired. I've self-imposed a sort of social media/media in general hiatus because I don't want to hear anything about orange man for now.

We've entered fall in my town, so wind directions changed. Final approach to my airport takes place over the sea now, so no more planespotting in person until spring.

Starting a new show would be the next logical step. My other comfort show (Lower Decks) is airing its final season, so that's also sad. S.W.A.T is not usually my cup of tea, but seeing Lou's happy face (and knee high boots), celebrating his birthday with his friends actually makes me feel quite a lot better. So I might give the cop show a try anyway. Going back to watching docudramas/documentries might also be a good idea. Anyone has any recommendation?

I might finally attempt to get sub 5 in the Countries of the World quiz on Sporcle, my best time so far is 5:20, but that's probably not good for my overall stress level now.

I also have this weird Geoguessr-esque but no time limit hobby. I like to look for scenic stock photos and find out where they were taken. That can be relaxing. It's a bit like this:

I don't know, I'm just looking for new hobbies to tickle my brain. Please feel free to share your ultra niche hobbies with me.

[bingweeklynewsquiz]

Bing Weekly News Quiz

Introduction: Welcome to the Bing Weekly News Quiz! In this quiz, we’ll test your knowledge of the most significant events and developments from around the world. From politics and technology to sports and entertainment, this quiz covers a wide range of topics to keep you informed and engaged. So, let’s dive right in and see how well you’ve been keeping up with the ever-changing world!

Section 1: Politics and Global Affairs

In recent news, which country has been experiencing political protests demanding democratic reforms?

a) Venezuela

b) Hong Kong

c) South Africa

d) Australia

The United Nations Climate Change Conference (COP26) was held in which city?

a) Paris

b) London

c) New York City

d) Glasgow

Who is the current President of the United States?

a) Joe Biden

b) Donald Trump

c) Barack Obama

d) George

W. Bush

What major international conflict made headlines recently due to escalating tensions?

a) Israel-Palestine conflict

b) North Korea-South Korea conflict

c) India-Pakistan conflict

d) Russia-Ukraine conflict

Section 2: Science and Technology

Which space agency successfully landed a rover named Perseverance on Mars?

a) NASA b) ESA (European Space Agency) c) ISRO (Indian Space Research Organization) d) SpaceX

What breakthrough technology has been making strides in the field of transportation?

a) Electric vehicles b) Hyperloop c) Autonomous vehicles d) Flying cars

Which social media platform faced scrutiny and legal challenges regarding user privacy and data security?

a) Facebook b) Twitter c) Instagram d) Snapchat

Recently, a team of scientists achieved a major milestone by creating the first-ever functioning quantum computer. Which company was behind this achievement?

a) IBM b) Google c) Microsoft d) Amazon

Conclusion: Congratulations on completing the Bing Weekly News Quiz! We hope you enjoyed testing your knowledge of current events and staying up-to-date with the latest happenings around the world. By keeping yourself informed, you play an active role in understanding the world we live in and shaping its future. Stay curious, keep exploring, and continue to engage with the news to expand your knowledge further. Well done!

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Bing Quiz Of Week

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[studyingblue]

07|05|24

"You cannot change your future, but you can change your habits, and surely your habits will change your future." - A.P.J. Abdul Kalam

I mostly just binge watched some show and did my movie analysis assignment today. I've been so bored of eating plain foods for the past two weeks while recovering my illness (T_T). I was able to get in a little bit of exercise before I got tired and rested for the day.

🌱 Today's Goals 🌱

⭐ Light exercise

⭐ Finish movie analysis essay

⭐ Journal

07|06|24

"Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to those who dream and work."

Since I've been so sick my plants have become a little neglected so I got to work on making them look better (；一_一). I also finished my argumentative essay I've been slowly working on all week. I really like my professor as she's pretty chill and I've been enjoying her essay prompts, making it easy for me to work on them.

🌱 Today's Goals 🌱

⭐ Finish argumentative essay

⭐ Study for quiz

⭐ Take care of plants

[tgmsunmontue]

WIP Wednesday

@halestrom tagged me here and @mxrcusflint tagged me on main, AND it's actually Wednesday (AND I am not going to quiz night tonight!) So feel free to ask for future snippets from anything on the pinned post, but tonight I will be focussing on the eight below.

I am doing sprints in the Top Gun Bing Bang discord server, so my answers to any asks will be between those.

“Current” WIPs: 🫠🙄🫣

Saga of Solitude

White Hot

1000 words

Tracing Poetry

Souls Touch

You look like a bad idea

Transformers AU

Wrong number AU

Top Gun Big Bang piece - but I can't share anything. 🫣

This week's ✨WIP Wednesday Theme✨ is...

Give me a W! Give me an I! Give me a P!

Send W, I, or P and get the following: W: WORK! Work on your WIP. Tell us how you did. I: IN! Post a snippet of the middle of a sentence or part of the inside of a paragraph. P: PROGRESS! Tell us about your progress, or what you're looking forward to/struggling with!

Tagging @torchflies, @flyingfightingfishy, @imafriendlydalek. @lucyybradford... And anyone else who writes and wants to take part. 🌻🌻🌻

[thestarryeyedadmirer]

I came into Art School thinking that it’d be a walk in the park. I mean, I’ve been making art my entire life — painting, sculpting, printmaking, and working with wood for as long as I can remember. Not to brag… but, I’ve won so many awards for my work, my parents had to buy an entire storage unit for me, just to have somewhere to store all of my accolades. I’ve even been recognized on a national level for some of my pieces. The things that many of my peers are only now learning how to do in college, I’ve been doing as mere hobbies for most of my life… and, I’d like to think that I’ve mastered them… so, it was only natural for me to come into my first year of university operating under such an ignorant assumption.

When it comes to school, I usually don’t have a hard time being successful. My academic records and transcripts speak for themselves. In all my years of education, I’ve never gotten a grade lower than a B, not even once, and I’ve been a Top Scholar since second grade. I’m good at juggling my responsibilities — making ample time for studying, doing and turning in my homework assignments earlier than I need to, acing every test, and racking up the hours of extracurricular activities — but, this semester, I’m having some trouble focusing in my Art History class… just the one class… and it’s not for any reasons that you may be thinking.

See… I have this professor — Professor Pascal — who teaches my Art History course… and when the year began, he was already about six months pregnant. I’m talking belly popping out underneath his shirt, outie navel as big as a doorknob, chest all puffy and leaky, feet so swollen that he can only wear Crocs and open-toed shoes in class, constantly moody and complaining about his body aches, binge eating in class, and too foggy-headed to maintain a straight line of thought pregnant. Like… pregnant, pregnant. Extremely pregnant. The man is at least forty-five years old… which is concerning on its own… and he’s as big as a house.

To make matters worse, he always wears clothes that he bought before he got knocked up — before he started to gain weight, and his belly began to swell — and they’re so obiously tiny and uncomfortable. Sweaters that are meant to be loose, stretched past their limits and tucked into his pants, to cover his massive stomach. Button-downs that pop open several times during lectures, exposing his hairy, bloated torso to hundreds of students at once. Suit jackets that don’t accommodate for the extra weight that he may have gained. Khakis that hug him so tight that they look like a second layer of skin. Underwear that peeks over the waistband of his bottoms, rides up his butt crack, and shows off a visible outline of his engorged genitals.

He so pregnant that it’s honestly hard to ignore. You know how, usually, when someone’s expecting, you can just acknowledge it and move on… most times, without things being weird or awkward? Well… it’s not like that with Professor Pascal. Not for me, at least. I just can’t stop staring at his belly in class… thinking about it. It takes up so much space in my mind, I think it may be making me… dumb.

No matter what the subject of his lectures are, what assignments he may have us doing for the week, or how many pages of notes that I take, I can’t stop gawking at it… curious. It’s like, I can’t see anything else, or hear anything. The huge whiteboard and padded, sound-reflective walls behind him fade into a plain, flat backdrop… and his words slowly turn to gibberish. I get tunnel vision… stop taking notes, and everything. I can’t retain any information… and then I have to cheat on my homework, my quiz grades drop… then my test scores, and then, my GPA. It’s a slippery slope.

I’ve never, not once in my life, had an overall letter grade lower than a B… but, in Professor Pascal’s Art History course, I’m going through the semester with a C+.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me… or what I can do to improve my grade. He doesn’t offer extra credit, or accept late work. He says that his class is “too easy for anyone to fall that far behind”… and yet, here I am, with a C+.

It’s just… when I’m sitting in that lecture hall — in the very first row of seats — that tunnel vision sets in, and I start to daydream. I… I fantasize about him coming down from his low-rise stage and walking up to me. He picks me, out of a crowd of nearly three hundred people, even though my hand isn’t raised, and presents me with a question regarding the curriculum… something that I’m supposed to know the answer to. Of course, I fumble the response… and, as he’s standing in front of me, waiting impatiently for me to come up with even a single sentence that makes sense, his button-down shirt bursts open, and his beautiful belly spills out, hitting my face like a fuzzy airbag. Next thing you know, I’ve lost control of my tongue, and I’m slurping at his navel as though a life-giving nectar is going to leak out of it… or something like that… in front of everyone — just making a sloppy mess of saliva on my professor’s pregnant belly.

It’s sick… I know. Maybe I’m disturbed, or there’s something wrong with me. Maybe I’m a freak… but I just can’t control it. The fantasy is too good. All I know is that, for the first time in my entire academic career, I’m falling behind… and, the worst part about it is that I can’t pin the blame on Mr.Pascal for being a shitty professor, or make the claim that he’s harboring some deep-seeded hatred for me. My poor grade is all my fault… and I have to live with that.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

2025 Writing Resolutions

I'm not usually one for resolutions but I've been kicking around the idea of having some writing goals after the post I shared last week, and came up with a few that are feasible:

Finish the first draft for one (or both!) of the stories I started last year in new-to-me fandoms

Edit and post the Presidential PWP

Finish the DA:I Blackwall fic that's been 95% complete for years

Daily 15min sprint

Some personal musings about writing (and reading) and WIPs under the cut.

Last fall I lost my Cyberpunk hyperfixation but, after three years of nonstop Val and Mitch (and Rosalind) through VP and modding, it's been a boon to my writing, and once more I'm reminded why I love hate one of my oldest hobbies. I really wish I could reassure my younger self that actually, no, I'll never run out of things to write.

Over my tumblr break, I rewatched the whole Daniel Craig Bond series, all because I really wanted to watch Skyfall, my fave of the entire franchise. Something new happened this time around as I watched the films — Judi Dench and Daniel Craig's chemistry gripped me by the throat and wouldn't let go.

I'm not generally one to visit AO3 (or ff.net back in the day) after consuming a piece of media; I could list out the ones that have on two hands, and still have several fingers left over, even with including the new ones mentioned here.

This time, I was lucky to have found a ship with a backlog of fics to work through. For weeks I read fics, and rewatched their scenes ad nauseam, ever thankful I'd bought the 4-disc set and wasn't reliant having the correct streaming service. Eventually inspiration struck and I started what I thought would be a oneshot. But where there's a WIP there's always more ideas lurking around the corner, and suddenly the oneshot developed into two chapters, with the second spinning quickly into a third.

Over the course of a two-week head cold that knocked out all writing aspirations, I binged all of Ted Lasso and became enamored with the characters and themes, but especially the relationship between Ted and Rebecca. As I watched, I didn't know the status of the show; in fact I had assumed season 4 was in the works. :sad trombone: No slow burn for me. After I finished it, I wanted to rewatch it immediately but decided not to; I wanted to sit with it first, to let it digest. I really didn't think I'd reach the AO3 stage — usually it's like the proverbial bolt of lightning that strikes quickly — but this time, appropriately, it was the friends-to-lovers trope that I adore.

Again, I was lucky to find a veritable treasure trove of fics. I wasn't the only one who wanted more of those two, and again, I found myself inspired with an idea that was two lines of dialog and half a scene held together with spit and twine, and since then it's spaghettied into —yes, you guessed it — three chapters.

Neither of them are anywhere close to being shitty first drafts; they're hand-scratched pages written over consecutive nights where I wrote seven sentences, or maybe seven words or even paragraphs, before nodding off over the notebook. The 00M fic has 2k words transcribed, and that's just the first half of the first chapter, while the rest is mostly vibes and smut, and now there's a fourth chapter, because of course there is. The tedbecca has less than a quarter of that, but it's at least all transcribed now.

Enter Cyberpunk 2.2 and remaking Val and falling in love with this stupid kleptopunk streetrat all over again. Glory shared a "what AO3 tag are you" quiz and I got "only one bed" and said it was ironic since I'd never written one, and she jokingly (???) challenged me to change that. Welp, friends, my brain couldn't stop poking at that and now I have an idea for a new fic featuring fan fave "only one bed" trope, and also a fix-it, another first. Usually I am content to leave canon as is and play within the margins and behind-the-scenes of what we're given, though maybe I will add my own touch to scenes; but I always felt that Driss's death was cheap and easy to avoid. Maybe if we'd been given an actual RPG with real choices, it could have been, but that's a topic for a different rant.

And with the reignited love for Cyberpunk, plus the desire to mark things off my to-do list, I opened the Presidential PWP tonight when I was going through my folders, and my god, it happened — I'd forgotten it! I read a few paragraphs and decided I need to save the reread for another night when I can read it uninterrupted and take fresh notes on it. Probably should recruit a beta, too.

Another very long standing to-do is the Blackwall fic. I started it in maybe 2015, and worked on it off-and-on for a couple of years alongside a ME Shakarian/Shaeed love triangle (don't at me), trading off between them as the hyperfixations switched back and forth. The Blackwall fic is a true oneshot and has been waiting on an ending for for 6+ years now. It's literally 95% done, and I fucking adore it so much, and just need to Write It, and get that draft out the door (and maybe to a beta? idk, we'll see).

So that gets to the last resolution — this is the one that I know I'll fail in that I won't do it daily; I will miss days. But it's an aspirational goal, and I know firsthand how beneficial writing daily is, even if I only get a few words out of it. It still gets the ol' compost bin in my brain going in the background, churning all those ideas and thoughts into more WIPs.

I've also been thinking about the why. Writing is one of my oldest hobbies, following reading and video games. Returning to the Cyberpunk setting runs the risk of me picking up VP and modding again, newer hobbies that offer faster and more immediate feedback from other fans; hobbies that I know will cut into both my desire to write and my free time. By writing out my... writing resolutions, it will be easier to remember my priorities for the year.

Rat asked about our writing accomplishments in 2024. I answered that I wrote four new characters in two new-to-me fandoms, and that I let myself move from projects as did my interest without guilt. Now, it feels freeing to have four fandoms and a dozen stories to choose between when I want to write, but I will say the color-coded notebooks are getting hard to keep track of.

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READING LIST 15/03/2025

ok since im in this religious boarding school (where I'm closeted and it's so hard when you are yearning for solangelo smh) I've come this diary of reading list of solangelo typa shi, so uh yeah I'm rambling this is shitty boutta make a fic later prolly (FIRST FIC AND ENGLISH ISN'T EVEN MY FIRST LANGUAGE IM IMPOSSIBLE) where i'd like 2 sides, soalngelo using diary as their conversational place and yearns smh,, yeah maybe if I finished school projects and organizations stuff, not to mention eid sooner or later,, prolly gonna write on the way home from boarding school

I REALLY NEED TO READ BINARY STARS (Binary Stars - inkdrop_universe ) where I LITERALLY SUBSCRIBED FOR AND TURNED ON THE NOTIFS?? it always itches my finger to just start binging everytime I open email for school purposes smh

okay i'll start, maybe later on will go on (does tumblr can edit? i created this in 2017 and just came back wtf how can I not use this oh yeah my bad twt and insta and this was my undertale brainrot space)

a shadow in the rising star - demigodbeautiess it looks really promising, it makes me want to go home (which is like, the other side of the island) and take my brother's kindle and binging it until my mother takes it away smh. ROYALTY AU TOO LIKE WHO CAN REFUSE SOLANGELO ROYALTY AU?? nobody that's who

you and I (were fireworks) - demigodbeautiess (TOO? DAMN) just read the first chap (that what I do for this) and the word use and amazingly the writer didn't use the stereotypes because I didn't thought the tattoo shop would be will and the flower shop would be nico??? i mean you know stereotypes who use nico mad and will softie? yeah not a fan, they're the sides of the same coin stop squaring them into roles smh s bfvr anyway I'm ranting atp ONTO NEXT ONE

a sweet tooth for you (series) - thebhorror haven't read em but just by the summaries I just know it will be MARVELOUS like wdym baker nico and doctor solace???? I'm fasting rn so prolly that's why BUT STILL I'm soooo gonna give it a shot back home (it's March 22, I'm coming home at March 22 and it's still March 15)

Percy Jackson and The Olympians Actors AU - DamiPhantom honestly? i don't even know yet but I'm just weak for actors AU so uh yeah ill give it a shot maybe

solangelo week 2024 - wrongcaitlyn (def gonna check her works) I fell in love with wrongcaitlyn's writing eversince I just finished dear reader series (CHECK IT OUT NICO POPSTAR AU IS SOOO GOOD I CAN EAT IT FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH, SUPPER AND DINNER) it's sooooooooo good I'm drooling to reread it while typing this

The Quiz - Sentimentalscribe HS AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 HOLY SHIT 32 CHAPTERS.... I'LL DEVOUR IT

RUNNING OUT OF TIME WILL CONTINUE HAHAH LOVEYOU TUMBLR

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Day 3 - Prompt: Smile @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 508 words

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Pandora whipped out her mobile to text Regulus that she was on her way, then switched to her last conversation with Sirius. He’d given her his number for Regulus-adjacent emergencies ages ago, but Pandora was too curious about him to leave it at that. Besides, he’d drunk texted her twice in the first month to inform her that she was a twat for keeping Reg in London.

🐼: Tell me about Lily.

🐾: How do you even know about her?

🐼: 3 guesses, the first 2 don’t count.

🐾: You stalked my Instagram again?

🐼: Obviously.

🐾: Apparently everyone does. 🙄

🐾: You’re really coming for winter hols?

🐼: I had enough big brother bonding for a lifetime in the first 3 days.

🐾: Can’t relate. I’m a wonderful big brother.

🐼: I’ll bet he’s sick of you.

🐾: Never!

Pandora’s smile widened. She liked Sirius, for the most part. He was clever, blunt, and completely random, just like her. It surprised her how much they had in common when she first met him, but it shouldn’t have. Regulus was a creature of habit, so it tracked that he would seek out someone like her.

Beyond those similarities, they were polar opposites. As a result, their arbitrary text conversations spiralled into heated debates over extremely niche topics, but she needed to keep this one on track.

🐼: Anywaffles, Lily? I need info.

🐾: Hold on, “anywaffles?”

🐼: You read that correctly. Well done.👍

🐾: Cunt

🐼: Prick

🐾: Great, now that greetings are out of the way, what do you want to know?

🐼: Queer?

🐾: Very

🐼: Single?

🐾: As of yesterday? Yes.

🐼: Anything else I should know?

🐾: Remus says she likes: Taylor Swift, French poetry, fat orange tabbies, and dancing.

🐼: Remus is your beau?

🐾: Don’t start.

🐼: What happened to “single until I die?”

🐾: He quoted Chandler, Pandora. I had no choice.

🐼: Fair.

When Pandora met Sirius for the first time in Heathrow Airport, he blurted, “You’re Phoebe Buffay!” before squeezing the stuffing out of her. Phoebe then became her hyperfixation for the next two weeks as she binge-watched every episode. Apparently, Friends was one of Sirius’s hyperfixations as a child.

She continued to quiz Sirius, and Remus by extension, about Lily. By the time Pandora’s train reached Cardiff, she’d learned that her full name was Lily Jane Evans, she was twenty-five, had a Botany degree, worked in a bookshop owned by Remus’s father, intended to move to London (which had to be a sign), and her favourite food was soup in any form. None of which explained why James specifically mentioned her when Regulus referred to a “group of girls.”

What am I missing? There has to be something else.

It had occurred to her that “Lily” was simply the first name to enter his mind, but she didn’t believe in coincidences. There had to be a reason that this woman was taking up a majority of her thoughts before they’d even met.

She was special, obviously, but why?

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