#Saturday Nigh Live

[gameraboy2]

Kramer vs. Godzilla, Saturday Night Live

[johnschneiderblog]

Notice the T-shirt ...

You can’t slip a thing past those hawk-eyed World Enders.

One of the Lord Huron fan club member spotted the above image in the “” "SNL50: Beyond Saturday Night" "docuseries" streaming on Peacock.

The woman is Lindsay Shookus, a former SNL producer. Notice what she’s wearing under her blazer. It’s not exactly obvious, but she’s rocking a Lord Huron T-shirt.

This can mean only one thing, right …? That the Bubs are on SNL’s musical-guest short list for the upcoming season. Simple logic.

Personally, I can’t understand why LH hasn’t already played SNL.

[shadow27]

Cooper, you're not going to hear from the Log Lady. Why not? Because there's only two women on Saturday Night Live and we've already used them both up. (This SNL skit from 1990 is worth the watch if you like TP)

incredible television

[opsbritney]

BRITNEY SPEARS Everytime (Saturday Nigh Live 2003)

[shadowww-bunny]

「Care」-D. W.

❥Take care of your injured boyfriend

❥ fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship

"Oh, please, I don't look that bad." Dean says, standing on the doorstep of your room with his usual cocky grin.

Everything would have been fine if it hadn't been for his split lip, the cut on his cheek, and his blood-soaked clothes, hiding even more wounds that made your heart ache just thinking about them. He didn't look fine, he looked tired and battered. But Dean wasn't about to admit that. He didn't want to show weakness and make you to worry even more.

It wasn't something unexpected, Dean came back from hunting, which most likely didn't go according to plan, but of course he would never tell you about it, making sarcastic jokes and teasing.

However, you know him better than that. You notice how Dean tries not to wince with every movement, how he holds his side and how he shifts on the threshold, barely able to stand on his feet.

You take his arm and pull him towards the living room, sitting him down on the sofa. Dean doesn't resist, just winces and puts his hand to the wound. It's already become a tradition, Dean comes to you after a failed hunt, jokes, smiles, and you just shake your head and patch him up. But you don't mind. After all, it's your reckless hunter to take care of.

As you replace his hand with your own, holding pressure against the wound, he emits a low groan of pain. But he tries to sound nonchalant when he responds "What can I say... I know how to make an entrance."

"Oh, I can see. What is it this time?" You ask, pointing at his wound.

He lets out a sharp breath as you undo his shirt, revealing a nasty, gaping wound on his side. The edges of the cut are ragged, and it's still bleeding relentlessly, staining your fingers. "Ghoul." He mutters bitterly, his voice tight. "Ugly son of a bitch snuck up on me." Despite the pain, he manages a grimace that's meant to be a weak smirk, making you smile a little.

You begin to rummage through the bag, pulling out gauze, antiseptic, and medical tape. The situation is serious but also strangely domestic. Dean lies there, trying to keep his breathing even as he watches you prepare. His usually cocky demeanor is replaced by a vulnerability that only you get to see.

As you clean the wound, Dean occasionally winces or hisses, but he stubbornly tries to keep a tough facade, biting back most of his pained noises. "You know, I've had worse." He mutters, trying to alleviate the tense atmosphere.

"You always say that." You counter, rolling your eyes. "But somehow you always manage to top your previous injuries. It's almost impressive, in a dumb kind of way." Despite your sarcastic remark, you continue cleaning his wound with careful and gentle hands.

"Can't help it if trouble finds me." He retorts, his voice strained. "And I'm just too handsome and charming to die." The hunter attempts to smirk but it's interrupted by another wince of pain as you accidentally press a bit too hard on his wounded side.

"Or too stubborn and reckless." You reply dryly, shooting him a look. "But I guess I'll give you points for being handsome."

As you finish cleaning the wound, you start applying the gauze. His hand clenches on your arm. "Damnit, woman, you got a gentle touch, don't you?" He mutters, gritting his teeth. He's clearly struggling to keep his composure, but he's doing a pretty good job, all things considered.

"Oh, shush." You respond, suppressing a small smile. "I'm being as gentle as possible. Unless you want me to be rougher." You tease, knowing that it'll annoy him. As you finish placing the gauze over his wound, you gently tape it in place. "There, all done."

The hunter lets out a sigh. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Seeing me like this." He mutters, though there's no real anger in his voice. Dean wasn't used to people care about him, but for some reason, when it came from you, it felt different.

"Of course I am." You retort sarcastically. "What better way to spend a Saturday night than patching up my dumbass boyfriend who once again nearly got himself killed?" Despite your harsh words, your gaze is soft as you continue checking his body for other injuries.

He lets out a weak laugh that quickly morphs into a wince of pain. "Always with the sweet words." He mutters, his hand still gripping your arm, though his grip is looser this time.

"What can I say? I'm a poet at heart." You reply, rolling your eyes once again. Your fingers carefully trace over the various bumps and bruises. "You really did a number on yourself this time, didn't you?" Your voice is a mix of scolding and concern. "Should I get you some painkillers?"

"I'm fine. Although… there's still something you can do."

There's a long pause, and you look at Dean questioningly, and he, in turn, puts on a serious face, as if he's about to say something important.

Then, the hunter's lips stretch into a sly smile before he looks up at you with sparkling emerald eyes. "Kiss me."

For a moment, his words make you freeze. You should have expected him to try to make a joke even in this state, but even so, your heart fluttered in your chest. Dean Winchester…This guy will joke even at death's door. He's insufferable, your favorite hunter.

Of course, Dean was just teasing you, enjoying your expression. He wanted to add something else, but you beat him to it when you bent down and pressed your lips to his, causing the hunter to gasp in surprise.

You let it last a little longer than it should, and the tension between the two of you is replaced by a pleasant and calm atmosphere before you pull back and smirk. "Is that better?"

Dean doesn't answer right away. It seemed that your sudden closeness, the smell of your perfume and the feeling of your soft lips on his skin momentarily discourage him, but the hunter quickly brushes it off, responding to you with his usual, but now a little embarrassed, but contented smile.

"Much better."

[jimothy-hopkins]

This is my precious horse girl Blair. I am far from done with oc posting I love my little guys.

Info about Blair!

General Description:

Blair is on the shorter side and wears heels to compensate. She has thick light brown hair that is always curled to princess-like perfection. She has small facial features and usually wears makeup to complement her appearance. Despite living in the United States for years, she still has a Bulgarian accent.

Blair is usually a quiet individual. She minds her own business. Blair isn’t very confrontational, but when pushed into a corner she will lash out. She doesn’t really like any of the preps, finding them dramatic and spoiled. Blair likes to keep herself busy and to show off with her accomplishments when given the opportunity. When she is with close company, Blair is surprisingly outspoken and witty.

Interests and whatnot:

Blair is a very accomplished equestrian. She has been riding since she was very young, and was taught under successful trainers with phenomenal horses. Blair competes in show jumping and the hunter ring. She has an entire wall dedicated to her ribbons. Blair is always open to bragging about her success as a rider.

At heart Blair is also a huge theatre kid. She rushes to audition for her favorite role in school plays and puts all her effort into acting the part. Blair loves the spotlight and loves to show off her acting skills. She has also done a few musicals. Blair enjoys the close bind the theatre department shares. She specifically has her father donate to the arts department to help keep it going.

Blair enjoys Greek Mythology. Her favorite piece of Greek literature is the Odyssey. When she isn’t doing extracurriculars or homework, she’s in the library reading up on any translated piece she can find. Blair has also been to museums that have Ancient Greek artifacts on display.

Reputation:

The jocks like to have Blair around. Thanks to her parents forcing her to participate in sports, she has a good standing in the clique. She plays her part on the cheer team as a flyer and pulls her weight in volleyball. She’s good friends with Damon West and Mandy Wiles.

The greasers do not like her. While Blair isn’t one to go out of her way to harass them, she’s guilty by association. This isn’t good for Blair. Unfortunately, she’s developed a serious crush on Johnny Vincent. Things can really only go downhill from there I guess

The preps are friendly to Blair. She’s included in their circle very frequently. Although after her break up with Bif Taylor things are slightly awkward. Blair herself likes none of the preps, but she’s good at being fake. In her opinion, she thinks their parents should force them to work more to prove themselves like hers do. She’s rich, not necessarily spoiled.

Blair thinks the bullies are nuisances. She gets along with Trent alright, but the others not so much. She thinks bullying others is a waste of time and that maybe if they put all that effort into learning and hard work they’d be less miserable on the inside.

Blair is alright with the nerds. They do pitch in to help the theatre department a lot with sets and lights. Blair appreciates their dedication to academics. She is friends with Cornelius.

Quotes:

“You! Take this and go buy me some cherry coke.”

“Do you think I care if you take my money? A hundred dollars is pocket change to me.”

“Performance arts are an important part of human history and date back to ancient times!”

“I have practice, sorry.”

“I have to go to the barn after school. I can’t come. I am sorry.”

“I have to go help Juri with his English tutoring. I’ll see you later.”

“That Johnny guy, he’s kind of handsome..”

“The one thing I hate about these losers is that they’ve never worked. They get everything handed to them. I hate it! Why can’t my parents be like that?”

“Hey! Come to the auditorium Saturday nigh to see the school play! Admission is ten dollars!”

“I think I should rename my horse Elmer since he wants to be glue so bad.”

“Why should we waste time organizing a play of The Outsiders when we have a live performance on campus 24/7?”

“I’m so tired. I wish my parents would let me drop at least one sport.”

[thelordofgifs]

Happy Tumblr Milestone Saturday, congrats!!!

If you're up for a fic prompt, any thoughts on Maedhros playing a musical instrument?

Yikes so sorry this took three months to get to! Thank you for the prompt friend <3

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“I think,” says Maedhros, “I should learn to play the harp.”

Maglor stops what he is doing and stares at him. “Nelyo.”

“What?” Maedhros says mildly. “It is a key part of my own history.”

Maglor’s face twists in distress. He turns his gaze back to his work, organising the little bottles of medicines and salves on the table.

“The fiddle, otherwise,” Maedhros suggests. “Or the flute?”

Maglor makes a small, unhappy sound, quickly stifled. That is not what Maedhros wanted. There were few memories he dared cling to, in Angband, scared that in turning them over too often he would rub away the details, or else that they would be snatched perforce from his mind; but he does remember the clear bright sound of Maglor’s laugh, which rang so often and easily through the streets of Tirion. He has not heard it once since his return.

Hard enough to realise he does not know himself any longer – but to find his little brother a stranger is nigh unbearable.

“I was joking, Káno,” he says. “I know I cannot play with only one hand.”

“Oh,” says Maglor. He smiles bravely, although his eyes are wet. “I knew that.”

“Come and sit,” Maedhros says, and then flinches – it sounds like an order, and what right has he to give orders?

But Maglor sets aside his fidgeting and sits down in the chair next to Maedhros’ bed. He always balances the distance perfectly, close enough for Maedhros to see him without straining his neck, far enough away that the proximity does not frighten him. Today, however, Maedhros wants his brother near. He reaches out to take Maglor’s hand in his.

“I miss you,” he says, and then, “I miss me.”

“I know, Nelyo,” Maglor breathes.

“Shall it never again be as it was?” Maedhros asks.

“I think not,” says Maglor, “and yet—” He swallows. “I am glad that you are back, Nelyo.” His eyes bleed apologies.

“Sometimes,” Maedhros says dreamily, “I think I am still there, and it was only some facsimile of me that Thorondor bore back.” Maglor takes a breath and Maedhros adds, “I know that it is not true. My old self was lost long before Finno came.”

“Nelyo,” Maglor says miserably.

“Now I have upset you,” Maedhros says. Tentatively, he lifts his hand to Maglor’s cheek, and Maglor does not flinch in disgust from his touch. “And I only wanted to make you laugh.”

Maglor smiles wryly. “Laughter is in rather short supply, these days,” he says.

Maedhros has known that to be true for himself. But he did not think—

"Is the world so changed?" he asks. "Are you so changed, dearest?"

Maglor lowers his gaze. He looks rather ashamed.

"I should not have left you," Maedhros murmurs.

Maglor meets his eyes again, startled. "How you can say that!" he says. "When I—"

Maedhros touches his cheek again. "All the same," he says, "it has been hard for you."

"Nelyo, that is absurd," Maglor says. "You cannot possibly blame yourself that I grieved you – and while you were living all the time!" He smiles again, bitterly.

Was I? thinks Maedhros. But aloud he says, "Káno, I – I barely recognise anything of myself. May I not – at the very least – remain your elder brother?"

"You are always that," Maglor says, blinking away his tears.

"Then come here," says Maedhros, and he pulls Maglor into a hug, and does not shudder to feel his body so close; so there is still this. And if Maglor is a stranger to him now he still lays his head on Maedhros' good shoulder as he used to when he was very small, and they sit that way for a while.

It cannot last forever – Maedhros is too weak to sit upright for long. Eventually, Maglor lowers him carefully down onto his pillows and fetches the evening round of medicines, and once again he becomes the carer and Maedhros the patient. He is still very gentle, as he coaxes the bitter concoctions into Maedhros, and changes the dressings on his wrist. So perhaps the world is not so changed.

***

The next morning, Maglor is carrying his harp when he comes into the tent. He looks pensive, but not unhappy, and he smiles to see Maedhros awake.

"Have you come to play for me?" Maedhros asks.

"Yes, if you would like me to," says Maglor; "but first I thought you could try playing it yourself, if you want to."

Maedhros blinks at him. "Káno, I only have one hand."

"I can teach you some simple melodies," says Maglor, and then he looks uncertain. "But we don't have to – if you would rather I played instead—"

"I'd like you to teach me," Maedhros says gently. (That was interrupting – they will punish him for speaking out of turn – no, it is Maglor, it is Maglor who loves him. Maedhros knows that.)

Maglor brings the harp over to the bed and sits down beside it. He reaches for Maedhros’ hand. “May I?” And when Maedhros nods, he places Maedhros’ fingers on the harp, and teaches him the name of each string in turn.

It turns out to be possible to pluck out a simple little melody on the harp, even with Maedhros’ numb and clumsy fingers. Eventually, Maglor stops guiding his hand and accompanies him instead, smiling encouragingly as he does so; and the sound of the music is very sweet. And when Maedhros deliberately botches the tune, moving his fingers quickly across the strings in a rapid, messy glissando, Maglor's laugh is sweeter yet.

[cohawk-canoe]

Cohawk Week is Nigh!

Just 19 days until we make fandom history with the first ever Cohawk Week!

Everyone find a prompt or two?

The AO3 Collection is open now, so feel free to post what you might have ready! The collection is moderated for now, so please tag your contributions with the day of Cohawk week they should be made live.

EX: #day 4

I will make works live on the given day and share them to this account where, hopefully, you all will spread them far and wide!

If you are only posting to Tumblr, be sure to @ this account and also tag it #cohawk week 2024 so I can reblog. If you want to be extra safe, @ me at elismor also. Works will be shared/reblogged in the order they come in.

AND, be sure to tag you work cohawk on ao3--let's make this tag a thing!

As a reminder, the event begins on Sunday, September 22 and runs through Saturday September 28. There will be a bonus day on Monday September 30.

@clonefandomevents and @swfandomevents, could we get a shout out please?

[worryingthing]

tyn 2/10

The subway was extremely messed up this morning, but because of that I was late to work (nbd, I arrive half an hour before everyone else, also I did not get this week's building code at the time, so I would have had to stand there and wait had I been on time) there was no line for a croissant from Bourke Street Bakery. They have probably the best Pain au Chocolat I've ever had (outside the ones I had in Montreal as a kid when we visited), but the regular croissant is also stellar. As a true Taurus, I can bear the miseries of overlit banal office work if I have pastry.

Because the R was running on a Saturday schedule (?????) I took the M, which means transferring at 53rd. The escalator at mid platform is broken, and I accidentally walked all the way up it last week, resulting in barely being able to breathe at the end (it's like four stories, I am old and post-covid have asthma now). So now there are hundreds of people in line for the other, working, escalator and right in between is the elevator. I have never used a subway elevator, but this is also the first time in my life experiencing a physical disability. So I squeezed into the elevator, and it was fine. I think A LOT about accessibility since joining Access Oasis, a local community garden founded by a friend that has a mission to create an accessible outdoor space. It's done wonders for me as an audhd person to find community and understanding with others who have experiences similar to my own. Also digging in dirt is just, really, really good for you! I love plants. But yes, the angriest I get is usually about how inaccessible the subway is for anyone who would require a mobility aid. It makes me so angry, and so sad, but also in the last few years both of my home stations (previously Brooklyn, now Queens) have gotten upgraded with elevators. They're in process, and it's only two sets of stairs, but it still means more life for the people who need it. Change is slow!! Every station should be ADA approved already, but it's happening.

Oh and because I took the M and transferred at 53rd, there's a corridor you pass through to get to the 6. Many days there's a man standing in there preaching about God to 100s of in transit New Yorkers who are probably, like me, thinking "fuck my life, fuck this job, fuck the MTA" while a man shouts at us to thank Jesus for our lives. BUT he was not there today, and I will take that as the win it was. Sometimes I do begrudge him that he's right I should be thankful for my life but also fuck off.

Things are really wonderful with my friendships, community, and relationship and I'm not sure I've ever experienced that or felt so at ease and comfortable. It's really wonderful.

I'm back working at the last temp gig I had. I had been looking for work the entirety of November, December, and January. It was terrible, probably the lowest I've felt since I got out of my last relationship. But now the sun is setting after 5, and being busy and tired and active is good for me. But I'm here because the person who is normally here is sick. They do not know when he's coming back, but they like me and say I do good work. I don't really want to work in an office or open/sort/send out mail for an office of 200 people. But I want a work/life balance, and I would really, really like to have health insurance. Idk, it's an upswing and I needed it and I'll take it.

PITCHERS AND CATCHERS REPORT TO SPRING TRAINING TODAY!!! T O D A Y!!! FOOTBALL IS OVER, BASEBALL IS NIGH!!!! The golden period is coming (longer light, games on most nights, listening to radio broadcasts of games, going to the Coney Island Cyclones Pride Night every summer!!) During my worst periods of deep depression/suicidal ideation I would try to keep a mental list of names to stay alive for and things to look forward to. It helps and it works, and then I started to try and think of three things I was thankful for daily and one thing I am looking forward to (usually watching movies with friends or whatever plan). Anyway I went long and it's time for lunch, and I THINK it's sunny today? Blessed.

[corvus-rose]

Storyteller Saturday, question about Answers of a Yaksha; tell us more about Vayu and Eden! :D

what isn't there to say about vayu and eden tbh.

eden is an amnesiac nature deity (spoilers I guess?) (but like the kind of spoiler that gets revealed in the first act so everybody kinda knows already) but more importantly they're impulsive and moody and headstrong and curious and, when the Horrors have not caught up to them, silly. as a guardian deity she was responsible for both great feats and carefully balanced systems that kept folks alive and also horrible crimes in the name of keeping everything she built stable. mass murder by way of environmental disasters was involved, plus one Super Bad Thing that is actual spoilers so I will not say it, but the consequences of that particular thing is what finally caused faer to rip godhood out of faer chest and flee into the world of dreams as an exile for like, 50~70 years? over that time they completely forgot they were a deity. it's a whole thing. she also chilled out significantly and deeply regret those actions (once she remembers them :) ). by the end of Answers they have retaken their godhood with an oath to never pull that shit again.

vayu is Some Guy who really went through it. Before all this happened he was an awkward young trans guy from an immigrant family who wanted to go to culinary school, read YA fantasy, and played classic DOOM a lot. the canonical time period of answers is the late 2000s/early 2010s so like. he didn't have it easy. but he did have it better than "kidnapped and taken to another world by a flesh-eating undead" and then "fucking dying and being brought back to life by strange divine forces with a minor healing factor and burning blood". body horror situations all around and all because he went towards a mysterious cry for help. but then again, that's kind of the story of vayu's life -- helping others nigh instinctually and getting nothing but additional problems for it. he doesn't have infinite patience or love for humanity either, so it does wear on him over the years, but like. it doesn't make him stop. he's a stubborn git. also during his time in lalanika's cannibal pantry hell he learned an uncomfortable amount about anatomy and injury but it turns out helpful.

as for vayu and eden together? I've been so deep in the vayuden brainrot I don't even know where to start. They literally meet in a dream, they share a love of books, despite coming from different worlds vayu feels more at home with eden than he did back in the human world, despite reincarnation romance not being involved eden feels like vayu comes to understand her better than anyone else because he is the first in a thousand years to get to know her as a regular person and not a deity. and they help him escape from cannibal pantry hell! unfortunately due to an attack of guilt (they recently rediscovered the Super Bad Thing which I will say, without giving it away, is indirectly responsible for lalanika being like this) they kick him back to the human world rather than allow him to stay with them. unfortunately, vayu is a stubborn git who ends up returning to them 14 years later. the circumstances of that reunion are a doozy though. eden (by yaksha/nature spirit powers) can turn into a deer. vayu ends up hunting that deer. everyone lives but eden is very mad for a while. it's okay they make up and then they're just a very sweet couple.

there's also like a billion AUs because i am mentally ill about them.

[figcookie01]

big fan of how abbacchio was one of the first to express approval for trish. It's like she hazed herself onto the team.

fr though, love your analyses and the queer angle you took for this one. I found reading it illuminated p5 as the culmination(?) of Araki's queerest art over the first parts and just... how integral individuation and queer culture is to making VA's character development as compelling as it is

at least with how he'd (knowingly or not) brought together the art and subcultures he invokes and the cultural narratives that live in them?

... uhhhhhand that he's also more wiling to character develop women than write what they do with that character. lol!

dunno man it's the wee morning on a saturday and im sleep deprived loopy hope this makes sense. had a really nice read. cohesive portrait. enjoyed the trish exclusive greatly too because there scant little of anything written so neatly about her^^ mgna go rewatch tokyo godfathers nigh

I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS A LOT... abbacchio having that respect for her gumption right from the get-go and her response under these extraordinary circumstances, i think its something he admires and respects, especially as another character who has been abandoned by society (at least in his own words).

im glad you liked the analysis :D im trying to wrack my brain for more things after midterm week, hopefully ill come up with something cohesive soon or at the very least elaborate on stuff i already mentioned ^^

[lunastars21]

FANG GANG OUR TIME IS NIGH

This Saturday a bumblekast live is happening and it accepts superstars questions!

If you're able to make it be sure to try and ask a question related to our favorite hooligans!

Do note we need to be quick, because common questions are less likely to be answered than super chat ones! And please do follow the rules the admins ask!

Thank you! And hopefully we get some questions answered!!!

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 56

fandoms: bnha, knb, tgcf, yoi

bnha

i've been looking sad (in all the nicest places) by dandelion_weed

Saturday finds Katsuki in front of Izuku's apartment, holding a box of expensive snacks for afternoon tea in one hand and Izuku’s goddamn poster in another. In his backpack are his change of clothes and toothbrush for the sleepover. He’s ready for war.

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Bakugou Katsuki tries his hand at apologizing, being a better friend, and maneuvering both his life and growing feelings for Midoriya Izuku, and succeeds with extreme damage to his pride.

How to Make Bakugou Katsuki a Decent Human Being by drifloon

A how-to by Kirishima Eijirou.

(Kirishima decides to make Bakugou the guy Kirishima knows he can be. Everything else snowballs from there.)

Ignite the Ashes by IceEckos12

The Dragon is said to be one of the worst supervillains in history. His capture and subsequent incarceration was celebrated as a resounding victory for All Might.

Less well-known was that the Dragon had a son. His name is Midoriya Izuku, and he will spend the rest of his life trying to escape the shadow that his father cast.

With his mother's loving support and All Might's careful guidance, he will become a hero.

knb

game face on by umeyori (orphan_account)

miragen boyband au

20 Things Kagami Taiga Hates / Dislikes / Is Slowly Getting Used To, About Living In Japan by Wine Dark Sea (aubreyli)

(mature)

An alphabetized list of things Kagami Taiga has had to get used to after returning to Japan, which includes -- but is not limited to -- grocery shopping, exams, yaoi, and Kuroko Tetsuya: a love story, in 20 items.

tgcf

No Water Is Enough by Boomchick

Once, the emperor of heaven saw that his troublesome successor had what he had always desired so dearly. To teach him a priceless lesson, he took it for himself.

Hua Cheng faithfully serves the god who saved him as a child— the one he has worshiped for 800 years— the one to whom he gifted his ashes: The Heavenly Emperor, Jun Wu.

Xie Lian just wants his beloved back, no matter what it costs him.

lay me gently in the cold dark earth by drifloon

Sometimes, Xie Lian wishes Hua Cheng would call him by his name, would shorten the distance between them. Sometimes, he wishes not to be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Xian Le nor the Flower Crown Martial God, but Hua Cheng will never let them stand on equal footing. Hua Cheng believes Xie Lian to be his god, so far above him he’s nigh untouchable, but Xie Lian knows the truth. Hua Cheng is the one whose power and strength shines through in each calculated movement, who has conquered every obstacle in his path, who is feared and revered across all three realms for his tenacity. Hua Cheng was born of blood and pain and sorrow, yet there is childish glee in the grins he shoots Xie Lian, and the way he takes Xie Lian’s hands contains genuine excitement at the prospect of existence.

Xie Lian is tired, and he is old, and he is weak. Every evening Hua Cheng is away, he digs a hole, and he keeps it a secret, because he knows Hua Cheng would recognise it for what it is.

We Stan Scrap Gege! by PaidSubscription

(mature)

“San Lang…are you sure about this? Life on the road, storage units…it’s not glamorous. There’s junk and there’s gross fluids and roaches and raccoons and meth labs, and one time I got lead poisoning and- oh! Another time I accidentally got locked inside a unit with five families and loaded on a truck and then I think technically we were human trafficked-?” “Gege. I’m in this, all the way.”

Scrap Collector’s cancellation is inevitable.

Once, Xie Lian was the most popular face in reality TV. After the...incident, Xie Lian is banished to 2am cable, and turns to making a different kind of show: storage hunting.

But in his final season, he suddenly acquires a new producer: a Youtube star named San Lang. And San Lang- along with his legion of fans- is determined to save the show.

yoi

No Less Unthinkable by rageprufrock

(explicit)

In which Katsuki Yuuri fights a losing battle with chronic anxiety, the quadruple Salchow, and his own judgment four drinks in — but wins the war.

(i'm) the boy you'd die for by jenmishe

v-nikiforov ✓

[Video: A short clip where Victor is laying dramatically on the couch with miserable expression. “Heartbreaker” by Marina and the Diamonds is playing.]

13,481 likes

v-nikiforov✓ Am I the another one? (((

vitYASS victor,,,, honey,,,, i lvoe you so much,,,, but WHY are you like this.

red-blue-gay but??? does that mean that somebody has broken victor’s heart???? I DON'T UNDERSTAND

christophe-gc ✓ You’re ridiculous.

starsaregay But who recorded it?? Makkachin???

vityathebabe user @/starsaregay asking the real question.

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Daily Scripture Readings and Lives of the Saints for Saturday, April 12, 2025

Fast Day (Wine and Oil Allowed)

Feasts and Saints celebrated today:

Lazarus Saturday

Basil the Confessor, Bishop of Parium

Sergius II, Patriarch of Constantinople

Anthousa the Righteous of Constantinople

Akakios of Kavsokalyvia

Readings for today:

St. Paul's Letter to the Hebrews 12:28-29; 13:1-8

John 11:1-45

Lazarus Saturday

Reading from the Synaxarion:

Lazarus and his sisters Martha and Mary, the friends of the Lord Jesus, had given Him hospitality and served Him many times (Luke 10:38-4z; John 12:2-3). They were from Bethany, a village of Judea. This village is situated in the eastern parts by the foothills of the Mount of Olives, about two Roman miles from Jerusalem. When Lazarus - whose name is a Hellenized form of "Eleazar," which means "God has helped," became ill some days before the saving Passion, his sisters had this report taken to our Saviour, Who was then in Galilee. Nonetheless, He tarried yet two more days until Lazarus died; then He said to His disciples, "Let us go into Judea that I might awake My friend who sleepeth." By this, of course, He meant the deep sleep of death. On arriving at Bethany, He consoled the sisters of Lazarus, who was already four days dead. Jesus groaned in spirit and was troubled at the death of His beloved friend. He asked, "Where have ye laid his body?" and He wept over him. When He drew nigh to the tomb, He commanded that they remove the stone, and He lifted up His eyes, and giving thanks to God the Father, He cried out with a loud voice, "Lazarus, come forth." And he that had been dead four days came forth immediately, bound hand and foot with the grave clothes, and Jesus said to those standing there, "Loose him, and let him go." This is the supernatural wonder wrought by the Saviour that we celebrate on this day.

According to an ancient tradition, it is said that Lazarus was thirty years old when the Lord raised him; then he lived another thirty years on Cyprus and there reposed in the Lord. It is furthermore related that after he was raised from the dead, he never laughed till the end of his life, but that once only, when he saw someone stealing a clay vessel, he smiled and said, "Clay stealing clay." His grave is situated in the city of Kition, having the inscription: "Lazarus the four days dead and friend of Christ." In 890 his sacred relics were transf erred to Constantinople by Emperor Leo the Wise, at which time undoubtedly the Emperor composed his stichera for Vespers, "Wishing to behold the tomb of Lazarus . . ."

Apolytikion of Lazarus Saturday in the First Tone

O Christ our God, before Your Passion, You raised Lazarus from the dead to confirm the common Resurrection for all. Therefore, we carry the symbols of victory as did the youths, and we cry out to You, the victor over death, "Hosanna in the highest. Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord. "

Kontakion of Lazarus Saturday in the Second Tone

Christ, everyone's joy, the truth, the light, life, the resurrection of the world, has by His goodness appeared to those on earth. He is the archetype of the resurrection, granting divine forgiveness to all.

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Basil the Confessor, Bishop of Parium

Reading from the Synaxarion:

This Saint lived during the time of the Iconoclasts, and because of his exceptional and virtuous life became Bishop of Parium. He suffered many hardships, afflictions, and persecutions from the heretics his whole life long, and finally reposed in peace.

Apolytikion of Basil the Confessor in the Fourth Tone

A model of faith and the image of gentleness, the example of your life has shown you forth to your sheep-fold to be a master of temperance. You obtained thus through being lowly, gifts from on high, and riches through poverty. Basil, our father and priest of priests, intercede with Christ our God that He may save our souls.

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Prayer Before Reading Scripture

Shine within our hearts, loving Master, the pure light of Your divine knowledge and open the eyes of our minds that we may comprehend the message of Your Gospel. Instill in us also reverence for Your blessed commandments, so that having conquered all sinful desires, we may pursue a spiritual life, thinking and doing all those things that are pleasing to You. For You, Christ our God, are the light of our souls and bodies, and to You we give glory together with Your Father who is without beginning and Your all holy, good, and life giving Spirit, now and forever and to the ages of ages. Amen.

Epistle Reading

The Reading is from St. Paul's Letter to the Hebrews 12:28-29; 13:1-8

BRETHREN, let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe; for our God is a consuming fire. Let brotherly love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Remember those who are in prison, as though in prison with them; and those who are ill-treated, since you also are in the body. Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled; for God will judge the immoral and adulterous. Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have; for he has said, "I will never fail you nor forsake you." Hence we can confidently say, "The Lord is my helper, I will not be afraid; what can man do to me?" Remember your leaders, those who spoke to you the word of God; consider the outcome of their life, and imitate their faith. Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and for ever.

Gospel Reading

The Reading is from the Gospel According to John 11:1-45

At that time, a certain man was ill, Lazaros of Bethany, from the village of Mary and her sister Martha. It was Mary who anointed the Lord with ointment and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazaros was ill. So the sisters sent to him, saying, "Lord, he whom you love is ill." But when Jesus heard it he said, "This illness is not unto death; it is for the glory of God, so that the Son of God may be glorified by means of it."

Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazaros. So when he heard that he was ill, he stayed two days longer in the place where he was. Then after this he said to the disciples, "Let us go into Judea again." The disciples said to him, "Rabbi, the Jews were but now seeking to stone you, and are you going there again?" Jesus answered, "Are there not twelve hours in the day? If any one walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world. But if any one walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him." Thus he spoke, and then he said to them, "Our friend Lazaros has fallen asleep, but I go to awake him out of sleep." The disciples said to him, "Lord, if he has fallen asleep, he will recover." Now Jesus had spoken of his death, but they thought that he meant taking rest in sleep. Then Jesus told them plainly, "Lazaros is dead; and for your sake I am glad that I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him." Thomas, called th e Twin, said to his fellow disciples, "Let us also go, that we may die with him."

Now when Jesus came, he found that Lazaros had already been in the tomb four days. Bethany was near Jerusalem, about two miles off, and many of the Jews had come to Martha and Mary to console them concerning their brother. When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went and met him, while Mary sat in the house. Martha said to Jesus, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. And even now I know that whatever you ask from God, God will give you." Jesus said to her, "Your brother will rise again." Martha said to him, "I know that he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day." Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and whoever lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?" She said to him, "Yes, Lord; I believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, he who is coming into the world."

When she had said this, she went and called her sister Mary, saying quietly, "The Teacher is here and is calling for you." And when she heard it, she rose quickly and went to him. Now Jesus had not yet come to the village, but was still in the place where Martha had met him. When the Jews who were with her in the house, consoling her, saw Mary rise quickly and go out, they followed her, supposing that she was going to the tomb to weep there. Then Mary, when she came where Jesus was and saw him, fell at his feet, saying to him, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died." When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who came with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled; and he said, "Where have you laid him?" They said to him, "Lord, come and see." Jesus wept. So the Jews said, "See how he loved him!" But some of them said, "Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?"

Then Jesus, deeply moved again, came to the tomb; it was a cave, and a stone lay upon it. Jesus said, "Take away the stone." Martha, the sister of the dead man, said to him, "Lord, by this time there will be an odor, for he has been dead four days." Jesus said to her, "Did I not tell you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?" So they took away the stone. And Jesus lifted up his eyes and said, "Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you have heard me always, but I have said this on account of the people standing by, that they may believe that you did send me." When he had said this, he cried with a loud voice, "Lazaros, come out." The dead man came out, his hands and feet bound with bandages, and his face wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, "Unbind him, and let him go." Many of the Jews therefore, who had come with Mary and had seen what he did, believed in him.

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Daily Devotionals for Saturday, March 1, 2025

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 10:6-11:(KJV): 6 Blessings are upon the head of the just: but violence covereth the mouth of the wicked. 7 The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot. 8 The wise in heart will receive commandments: but a prating fool shall fall. 9 He that walketh uprightly walketh surely: but he that perverteth his ways shall be known. 10 He that winketh with the eye causeth sorrow: but a prating fool shall fall. 11 The mouth of a righteous man is a well of life: but violence covereth the mouth of the wicked.

Thought for the Day

Verse 6 - Throughout Scripture, we are told that we will reap what we sow. If we follow Scriptural advice, we will receive God's blessings. If we disregard it and continue to sin, we will receive the evil that sin produces.

Verse 7 - People remember what kind of things we do in life. History records the deeds of the wicked and the just, as does the Bible. This verse tells us that we will remember fondly the deeds of just people and bless them, while the names of wicked men leave a rotten memory. Even in families, honorable members are recalled with admiration, while shame attends the memory of the "black sheep." We should take inventory of our lives and ask ourselves what kind of legacy we are leaving behind us.

Verses 8-9 - Those who walk according to God's Word take sure steps since they are led by God's Spirit. Fools fall because they do not walk upright; those who pervert their lives eventually will be found out. We are known by our deeds (Proverbs 20:11). Many Christians say the right things, but their lives reveal that they do not "walk the talk." Jesus describes them in Matthew 15:8: "This person draweth nigh unto me with their mouth and honoureth me with their lips, but their heart is far from me."

Verses 10-11 - Winking is often a signal that one is teasing or flirting. As used in verse 10, it indicates insidious designs toward someone. This kind of winking is done with impure intentions. Crafty people are often successful in their schemes against the naive. By contrast, the plans of fools usually fail and they are ruined. A "prating fool" boasts idly, damaging both his own and others' lives. The word, "prating" means one who chatters foolishly and is an idle "blabbermouth." It is emotional violence to say ugly things about others. Scripture warns us to guard our mouths and speak only what is edifying, for we reap the effects of our words. "A man's belly shall be satisfied with the fruit of his mouth; and with the increase of his lips shall he be filled. Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof" (Proverbs 18:20-21). Let us speak what brings life, and not what brings curses and death.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear Heavenly Father, we love you today and are grateful for Your goodness. Please forgive us when we have not spoken kindly of others. Help us guard our mouths from speaking any of evil. May the words of our mouth and the meditations of our hearts be acceptable in Your site. Lord, we cancel all words that we have spoken that have not agreed with the Word of God. We also cancel all evil words spoken against us, our family, or our ministries. Lord, please forgive those who would speak against us. May Your people everywhere be careful to guard their tongues. Help us all to speak Your words and to be gracious and kind to one another. I ask this in the Holy name of Jesus. Amen. Steven P. Miller, Jacksonville, Florida., USA @ParkermillerQ,gatekeeperwatchman.org, TM, ‎Founder and Administrator of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups. #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #SPARKERMILLER Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956 2/28/2025 5:22:33 PM EST