#Just get it out there

[101flavoursofweird]

Save the Date

((Some Janice/Melina fluff I whipped up for PL W|W Day… This is set in the same universe as my Melina Lives fic, Infinity. Linked if you want to read that.))

Set: AU, after Melina survives her illness

Spoilers: For Eternal Diva

Warnings: None, really? ‘Doctor Foster’ and Mr Whistler may not be described in the best light?

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“Should I send this to Professor Layton’s home address or to his office at Gressenheller?”

“Uhm…” Bewildered, Janice looked up from the sea of white invitations and envelopes on their table. “What?”

“The Professor’s invite,” Melina chirped. Leaning back against the kitchen counter, she twirled her pen in her fingers like a compass point. “Where should I send it to?”

“Why would we need to send him an invite?”

Not that there was anything wrong with Professor Layton— Janice would rather see him there than her would-be father-in-law, honestly!— but she and Melina had agreed it would be a low-key event, limited to family and close friends only.

They didn’t want to draw too much attention to themselves after Melina’s ‘miraculous’ recovery and their escape from the island of Ambrosia…

“Because he’s your favourite Professor and you’re ever so fond of him,” Melina chuckled.

Janice gave her a flat look. “I thought we had established that I’m a lesbian—“ 

“I know! I know…” Melina sighed. “Really, I just want to meet him. You’re always going on about how amazing he is, and—“ Melina shrugged, quickly adding— “maybe I want to talk to him about the island—“

“We’ve talked about this,” Janice reminded her sternly. She stuffed another invite inside an envelope and sealed it away. (If only she could do the same for Ambrosia!). “We don’t want anything more to do with the island…”

Her gaze skittered to their apartment window— as if a certain doctor might be listening to them outside

Melina huffed. “I don’t want us to be involved…” She pointed her pen in Janice’s direction. “But, I think we should at least tell someone. Professor Layton is an archaeologist! If anyone has the expertise and the… the authority to save Ambrosia, it should be him!”

“He’s an arc-hae-ologist,” Janice pronounced. “Not a police officer—“

“Even better!” Melina grinned. “It would look suspicious if we invited a police officer to our wedding, but not your dear old Professor. Then, if he does decide to investigate, he’ll keep it under wraps and he’ll keep us informed.”

Janice hummed. “Sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this… Since when did you care so much about the island and your… ancestor?”

Apparently, when she was younger, Melina had adored the tale of the Eternal Kingdom, but she had shown little interest in the Ambrosia itself or in archaeology. (She had pretended to fall asleep whenever Janice was studying for her course, anyway…)

And Melina hadn’t lost any sleep over being the possible relation/reincarnation of the Ambrosian queen. 

Melina’s smile dropped into a frown. “Really, I don’t! I just think… someone should… monitor Doctor Foster—“

“After he practically held us captive on the island for months?” Janice muttered.

Melina nodded. 

Janice conceded, “Maybe… maybe you’ve got the right idea…”

What if Doctor Foster ever struck again? How could Janice and Melina live contently and freely, with the doctor’s threats looming over their heads? Even if they held their tongues, he could come back to hurt them, or he could target another desperate family…

“Right!” Melina said resolutely. “So, let’s see what Professor Layton has to say at our wedding!”

Janice felt a blush blooming across her face. “I wonder what he’ll make of it… and of us?”

As much as the Professor had supported Janice’s decision to leave Gressenheller due to her friend’s failing health, what would he think when Janice walked down the aisle to meet her friend?

Janice glanced up as Melina walked across the kitchen. She rested her hands on Janice’s shoulders.

“I’m sure he’ll be very happy for us,” Melina reassured her with a smile.

Janice smiled in return when Melina pecked her on the lips. 

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[nataliescatorccio]

#chappell roan: 2, paparazzi: 0

[hansoeii]

butch wolverine, anyone?

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[cowboysmp3]

there’s something sooo sickening about how dunmeshis whole energy is like sometimes something terrible and awful happens to you and it changes you forever and nothing can make you the person you were before but there’s still love and there’s still sharing a meal together and there’s still living

[runawaymarbles]

The midjourney stuff just reminds of when we were trying to find a new platform to host the ao3 donation form, and companies kept trying to tell me about all their "ai" features that would track donor engagement, and figure out the optimal pattern to email individual donors asking for follow up donations, and all the ways they suggest we manipulate people into staying on our websites. It was a great way to filter out who either wasn't listening to us when we described our ethics and donor base, or just didn't believe us.

Now granted ao3 is a unique case based on a) the amount of page views we get in any given time period and b) the fact that most donors absolutely do Not want to be identified as such anywhere, (the default "list of recent donors" module got nuked Immediately) but it surprised me some that the concept of "donors who value their privacy and would be furious at even the whiff of AI" is unique. Some of us really are just existing in different worlds.

[perrieedwards]

i feel like people are skimming over the uk riots in a way that makes me want to tear my hair out. muslims in the uk are in active danger. immigrants in the uk are in active danger. refugees in the uk are in active danger. people of colour in the uk are in active danger. asian communities in the uk are in active danger. black communities in the uk are in active danger.

there are massive far right riots throughout the country right now and people like fucking elon musk and nigel farage are inciting it and still have a platform to speak. people have used three young girls deaths, people's genuine grief in southport, to try and gain traction for their own racist bullshit and it's working.

a lot of refugee charities have been forced to close leaving many people without support, homes, funding, food, etc. if you aren't able to donate please consider sending a message via the conversation over borders campaign! it will send a hopeful, welcoming letter to a refugee in the uk. there is also a guide to staying safe here.

please do your own research and donate to refugee charities, anti-islamophobia charities, mosques who are trying to rebuild after being destroyed, counter protesters, here are some i've heard positive things about but the list is extensive; southport strong together (support for the southport victims and their families), southport mosque rebuilding, riot repair fund, middlesbrough vulnerable residents, nasir mosque rebuilding, hull help for refugees, bristol welcomes migrants,

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[phayz]

text conversation from my dream that i desperately wish was real

[hotgirlmeg]

chappell roan doesn't need to "get a pr manager" you bitches need to grow a spine and gain some critical thinking skills

[agave]

as a root vegetable, parsnip naturally desires to return to the earth 🌏🥕

[alexbutrandomthoughts]

"Can't two guys be just friends?" If they stop looking at each other like that then sure

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)