#The Weekenders 20th Anniversary

[unawakened-dragon]

She's just iconic. I love her too!!

The Weekenders 20th Anniversary Celebration Week: Characters – Lor MacQuarrie She has approximatively 15 brothers (no one is quite sure how many), she is athletic and is oblivious to the fact that she is actually quite attractive. “Lor’s home environment necessitated her need to push and shove just to get noticed, so she has a tendency to be loud and kind of bossy, yet always well-intentioned and never mean-spirited. She is actually quite likeable, and the others enjoy helping her discover her feminine side… to a point.” – Doug Langdale (The Weekenders Creator)

[halflifebutawesome]

If you happen. To still be taking requests. Would you be amiable to drawing gordon in MacReady's big dumb hat from The Thing (hlvrai or og dealer's choice) 🤠

ok technically requests are closed but it’s The Thing and also this made me laugh really hard

[amaliatheartist]

I did it all, so maybe

I'd live this every day

[boyentity]

lawrence gordon in my house right now

[ayoyoungg]

When you plan a vacation and your ULT BIAS announces a fanmeeting during the duration of your trip so you actually had a chance of going but you’re gonna be in a different part of the country rekindling w/ a special friend that you haven’t seen in years 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[dollmaidcrystal]

Time to play "Spot the DollmaidCrystal" again at Montreal Fetish Weekend 2023!

I can't wait to get back to the city for this year's 20th anniversary event!

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Marriage Problems Chapter 3

Summary: They’ve been married for 19 years, their 20th anniversary coming up soon.  Older, busier, and stuck on the repeat of their daily lives, Y/N and Bucky are struggling.  Their marriage is good, but feeling rocky the last few years as they’ve settled into this stage of their lives.  Can they get their spark back?  Or is it better to do the unthinkable, and move on without each other?

Warnings:  language, forced kiss, eventual smut

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Bucky was putting his lunch in his lunch box when a rumble of footsteps came thundering down the stairs and he looked up as Y/N burst into the kitchen looking frazzled.  “Why didn’t you wake me up?” She asked him incredulously.  “Where are the kids?”

“On the bus,” he answered nonchalantly.

“What?” she sputtered.  “H-how…what do you–”

“They got themselves ready, lunches packed, homework done, and I made sure they were out of the house on time,” he said, smirking at her.  He grabbed a plate of food next to him and slid it toward her on the island, accompanying it with a mug of her favorite drink.  “I wanted to let you sleep.  Now sit down and relax.”

Y/N stared at him, the surprise evident in her expression.  She glanced at the plate of food then slowly walked over to the island, pulling out the stool chair and sitting down.  She grabbed the toast and took a bite.  “Thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” Bucky smiled.  He rounded the island and stood next to her, his fingers pulling her chin to make her look up at him.  “We need to talk about what happened last night,” he said, and her eyes fluttered in sadness.  “But, not right now.  I’m about to leave for work, but I want you to take today to do nothing.”

“Nothing?” Y/N frowned.

“Absolutely nothing,” Bucky nodded.  “Don’t you dare cook or clean, just rot on the couch and get caught up on your shows.  I’ve already got dinner set up for delivery later.  And we’ll have a good, long conversation about everything over ice cream.”

Y/N still looked surprised, but a small, happy smile crept up on her lips.  “Sherbet ice cream?”

Bucky huffed a laugh.  “Whatever my pretty mama wants,” he said.  

***

That night after the kids went to bed they sat on the couch downstairs, a gallon of rainbow sherbet ice cream between them that they took bites from as they talked about everything.  Bucky felt like they had come to a good understanding with each other, and they agreed to actively work towards reigniting their marriage.  

“Well, I have a work party next weekend that you can come to,” Bucky said.  “We’re celebrating that presentation going well and getting that client.”  He hadn’t told her about the bonus yet, wanting to keep it a surprise.  

“Oh you know I’m not a huge fan of work hangouts,” Y/N waved him away.  “As much as I love Steve, it’s just a lot of awkward moments for me being the odd one out on everyone’s work inside jokes and what not.”

“Okay, okay,” Bucky smiled and nodded.  “Then how about the next day?  We’ll go out together, just the two of us.”

Y/N smiled.  “That would be nice.”

“It’s a date,” Bucky smiled back.  

***

That next Friday he found himself in a bar downtown.  He felt too old to be there, just keeping a watchful eye on the younger employees as he nursed his one and only beer for the night.  He and Steve took the time to catch up with each other, since they were both married, family men who didn’t get to hang out as often as they used to or would have liked.  Steve stood from the small table they were at to get himself another drink.  Bucky finished his beer, setting the bottle aside when someone else sat in front of him.

“Hey boss,” Natasha greeted him with a flirtatious smile.

Bucky inwardly groaned, but politely smiled.  “Nat,” he greeted her.  “Hope you’re having fun with the rest of the team.”  He had to tread carefully with her.  Natasha was young, beautiful, and had made it clear a while ago that her conversations with him were her attempt at flirty banter, sliding in sexual innuendos and compliments towards him.  He’d tried ignoring it, not playing into it with her at all, but she was nothing if not persistent and ambitious.  That was what made her a great part of the team.  He just wished she would take the hint.

“You look ridiculously hot, as usual,” Natasha said, maneuvering herself to sit closer to him, leaning forward on the table to show off her cleavage.

“Oh, um, thank you,” Bucky said, trying to lean away from her.  “You look nice.”

“Just nice?” Natasha laughed teasingly.  “Looks like I’ll need to up my game next time.”

Bucky’s lips tightened as he tried to subtly look for Steve to save him.  “Well, I don’t want you to waste your time with me—”

She reached a hand out and slid her fingers across the back of his hand.  “Oh there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here, sir,” she purred.  

Bucky pulled his hand away and frowned.  “Nat, I’m not sure how else to say this without it sounding mean, so I’m just going to say it.  I’m married.  Happily married–”

“No you’re not,” Natasha smirked.  “You’re having marriage problems.”  She leaned forward again so she was close to his ear, the alcohol on her breath making him scowl.  “I can help you feel better.”

Bucky pushed away from her.  “Where did you hear I was having marriage problems?” he asked angrily.

“I could just tell,” Natasha shrugged.  “And Peter likes to gossip.”

Bucky rolled his eyes then closed them as he rubbed his face, and she took the opportunity to corner him against the wall, her hand holding the back of his neck and pulling him forward, kissing him right on the mouth.  Bucky froze in shock for just a moment before he pushed her away and stood.  “What the fuck was that?” he yelled.

“Hey, woah, what’s going on?” Steve asked, finally coming back over to the table with a new beer in his hand.

“She just fucking kissed me!” Bucky replied, wiping his mouth.

“Natasha,” Steve groaned, looking at her with deep disappointment.

“What?” she pouted.  “I’m drunk.”

Bucky shook his head incredulously as Steve sighed.  “Okay, it’s time for you to go home,” he said, pulling her up by the arm.  “I’m calling you an Uber.  And we’ll be having a discussion with HR on Monday.”

“What?  No!  I’m not ready to leave!” Natasha whined, pulling against his hold as he directed her toward the front door.  Bucky stood there in shock until Steve came back a few minutes later.  

“She’s gone,” Steve said.  “I’m sorry, Buck.  I knew she was flirtatious with you, I just didn’t think she’d do something like that, even while drunk.”

“Y/N,” Bucky whispered, his eyes wide as he looked at Steve.  “I have to tell her, Steve.”  Steve’s eyes widened with him.  

@cjand10 @sebastians-love @sherwoodforesttales @shanksstrawhat @sagexsenorita @abaker74

[emotionally-cuckolded]

You can still easily and clearly remember the first time your wife cuckolded you. It was the night of your 20th wedding anniversary and you had planned a romantic evening -- and had assumed the night would end with a "roll in the hay" with her. But that afternoon, she had simply matter of factly told you that she had decided to start dating other men and that she had a date for that evening with a man from her gym.

That was three years ago, and since then she has had at least one date almost every weekend and you have come to accept your role as a cuckold, and she often compliments you on what a good supportive cuckold you've become -- and even you have to admit that it does make you feel good when she says that to you.

[putschki1969]

"Fate/stay night" 20th Anniversary Concert ~ring your bell~

Yuki Kajiura appeared on both days of this weekend's 20th Anniversary event for "Fate/stay night". Day 1 , "Heaven's Feel", was dedicated to her as creator while Day 2, "Unlimited Blade Works" featured Hideyuki Fukasawa as main creator.

[Heaven's Feel] 2024/9/21 Open 15:30 / Start 17:00 [Unlimited Blade Works] 2024/9/22 Open 14:30 / Start 16:00

Keiko, Hikaru and Lino Leia appeared as secret guests during today's event to perform a cover version of Kalafina's "ring your bell" at the end of the show. Personally, I thought the performance was quite messy. I've never been a big fan of the song so it's hard to impress me anyway but this here really isn't my cup of tea. It seems like their vocals aren't blending together at all, very jarring how everyone is just doing their own thing. Might be the mixing/audio? Hopefully they can fix this for the CD/BD release. Lino's voice is also very out of place imo. I know some people say her voice sounds a bit like Wakana's but I definitely don't think so.

Tweet by Hikaru | Tweet by Keiko | Tweet 1 & Tweet 2 by FSN Official | Instagram story by Keiko | Instagram post by Keiko | Tweet by Yas Nakajima | Instagram post by Hikaru | Instagram post by LINO LEIA

Both days of the event were live-streamed on the platform Zaiko. You can still buy tickets (JP¥3,500 each) for the archived version if you are interested. As far as I remember, the platform is very foreigner friendly.

Official CD Release

Live audio from both concerts will be released on CD with additional video footage available on the limited edition.

Release date: 2025/3/19 「Fate/stay night」 20th Anniversary [Unlimited Blade Works]」 Concert

Limited edition 2 CDs + 1 BD - Includes live audio and footage from the [Unlimited Blade Works] concert Price: 7,700 yen (tax included) Product code: SVWC-70691-70693

Regular edition 2 CDs - Includes live audio from the [Unlimited Blade Works] concert Price: 3,850 yen (tax included) Product code: SVWC-70694-70695

[cleolinda]

A tale retold

I first told this story some twenty years ago, and it happened even earlier than that, so here's the Modern Retelling with Historical Context:

For many years, I had—well, you've heard of naturally curly hair? I had unnaturally curly hair. I had a stylist so brilliant that she was able to give me occasional perms that no one could tell were chemical. NO, FOR REAL, I constantly got compliments on my long, rippling hair. In reality, my hair is deplorably fine and flat, although I'm told I have a ton of it; putting in some wave made me feel better, you know? I just wanted to co-wash, air-dry, and go live my tousled life. But after my spinal surgery, I just couldn't spend 2-3 hours in a stylist's chair anymore. And so, after 20 years of my best Galadriel impression, I've had to make peace with my natural texture, the only thing about me (I realize now) that is actually straight.

But this story takes place back in 1996; I was a junior in high school, and I had the freshest of perms. Just absolutely exuberant. Downright Pre-Raphaelite. It had only been done the weekend before, and it usually took about two weeks for the curls to settle down and look less poodly natural, but I wasn't going to miss Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet. When I was in grad school years later, my Shakespeare professor went to the mat for this movie, declaring it the best adaptation of any of his plays. And she wasn't a Leo fangirl, either. I tend to agree. And I got to see it on a big screen, opening night, with my best friend and my fresh luscious elbow-length '90s 'do. Banger soundtrack, the big bold visuals that tip over into Maybe Too Much in Moulin Rouge—I'm enthralled, I'm absorbed. Claire Danes is weeping over Dead Romeo, and we all know what’s about to happen in this, a 400-year-old play, but you still hope against hope that somehow it won’t this time. And then I feel something that's not emotion.

Something behind me. In my hair.

It's clammy. This tiny moist hand... creeping... up my neck.

Bear in mind, these are classic movie theater seats, not the big recliners you get now. My head is vulnerable to rear attack. And these tiny fingers, like a gummy little doll's hand, are crawling up my neck, under, through my hair. I am now sitting bolt upright, frozen. What the fuck is going on. It’s still creeping like a little spider up my scalp to the back of my head—put your hand up to yours, get your fingertips to the roots of your hair and really get a sense of what this feels like—

These fingers close, slowly, around the greediest handful of hair they can get hold of, and YANK.

I whip around while Juliet is sobbing—darkness.

To this day, I have no idea who (or what?) that tiny hand belonged to. I mean, you gotta think it was a small child enticed by the siren song of my curls, right? Some parents just didn’t spring for a babysitter on a big opening night, and there’s a Millennial out there with some real interesting core memories, I guess? I couldn't make out anything in the darkness behind me, and we were at kind of a key cinematic moment, so I didn't have time for more than a stern warning glare To Whom It Might Concern. And then I held onto my hair for the remainder of the movie. I chopped it all off within a few months, and went to college with short, straight hair, unable to forget the Cursèd Touch of the Hand. lol jk I just wanted a change and regretted it instantly.

So, happy 20th anniversary to the story I told on the Fametracker forums all those years ago. I can still remember exactly what that hand felt like: tiny. And moist.

[punkunited]

Bad Religion and Dead Kennedys top the bill for a craft beer and music festival dubbed Lucky Punks!, presented by Punk in the Park and Brew Ha Ha Productions. The one-day fest takes place St. Patrick’s Day weekend on Saturday, March 15th, at Oak Canyon Park in Silverado, California.

The lineup also features The Aquabats, Lagwagon, Street Dogs (performing their Back to the World album in full for its 20th anniversary), The Defiant, The Briggs, Pulley, and Hoist the Colors.

[unawakened-dragon]

Did I mention that I love Tino so much??

The Weekenders 20th Anniversary Celebration Week: Characters – Tino Tonitini “Tino is our point-of-view character, our window to the world of the show. He addresses the audience directly, setting up the stories and narrating his experiences. Sometimes he even stops the action and steps out of it to talk to camera.” – Doug Langdale (The Weekenders Creator)

[tamilhobbit]

Didn't have time to do much this Hobbit Day as my medieval club was having an event all weekend. But I realised that, back in 2021 when I did all seven meals and a movie marathon for the 20th anniversary of Fellowship, I never did share photos here!

Breakfast: porridge with blackberries. Wholesome and tasty.

Second breakfast: "Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon." - Merry. I despise tomatoes, so omitted them. I also thought mushrooms and potatoes needed to be included. And then you may as well add eggs. So, fried eggs, delicious teeny mushrooms cooked in butter with garlic and pepper, fake/vegetarian bacon, fake sausages, and a hash brown. (My partner had real pork sausages & bacon.)

Delicious. 😋 Those mushrooms were amazing.

Elevenses: Buttered scones are mentioned in The Hobbit, so we had scones with jam and cream.

Luncheon: Freshly baked fluffy sourdough with a delicious, herby stew of mushrooms and vegetables with barley.

Afternoon tea: "... two beautiful round seed-cakes which [Bilbo] had baked... " - Tolkien. "One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man." - Legolas. Seed-cake & lembas.

Dinner: "I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or somethin'..." - Sam. Roast chicken for everyone else, with potatoes and carrots, and a Vegie Delights mock roast for me.

I did cheat and get a Woolies roast chook to warm up in the oven, since I was doing so much other cooking and baking and didn't want to have to do a whole roast chicken myself. 😅

As for dessert: "... raspberry jam and apple-tart..." - Bifur. I chose to combine them, and used a 1545 English recipe for the pastry. Then I added raspberry jam to the blind-baked tart cases and the filling came from the 1553 recipe for Blaunderellys. They're not burnt, it was just cinnamon and sugar.

Supper: "... and eating the first of the strawberries with cream..." - Sam. So supper was peach halves, roasted with honey and thyme, and served with strawberries and cream.

[isimchi]

For the 20th anniversary of Sims 2 I’m celebrating by playing the Sims all day! Which is definitely a special occasion and not what I do every weekend

[scotianostra]

Doctor Margaret Thomson was born on August 20th 1902.

Born as Margaret Hunter in Leith, she went to Edinburgh Ladies College and then to the University of Edinburgh where she qualified as a doctor in 1926. Margaret married a rubber planter named Alexander Thomson and went to live on Carey Island is now

Margaret was working as a doctor in Singapore when the city fell to the Japanese army in February 1942. She tended to the wounded as they were the last of the evacuates by sea on the SS Kuala on 13th February 1942. The medical staff were ordered to evacuate despite having to leave wounded behind.

They took to lifeboats when the ship came under attack, but as there were only two lifeboats many staff and patients were in the water, where they were attacked by Japanese planes. Thomson had to swim and she was later pulled into a lifeboat. The lifeboats made it to Kabat Island and they then moved on to Senajang Island. She tended to the wounded and rowed the lifeboat despite a leg wound. They were using wood splints and washing wounds in sea water. She arranged evacuation of the wounded to Singkep Island and this in time included herself with a septic leg wound. Margaret went on to Sumatra where she was imprisoned in Japanese camps. The guards stole the Red Cross supplies and she saw her fellow inmates die.

Her husband had also been mistreated as a slave building the railways. They recovered in Edinburgh before returning to Malaya. However, due to the unrest in the country, they returned to Scotland and bought a farm. Thomson's husband died in 1971.

The BBC consulted Thomson for the television series Tenko which portrayed life in Japanese work camps. She did not like to talk about her experiences and she never watched the programmes.

Margaret Thomson died in Huntly in 1982, you can read a much more detailed account of her time as a POW here

https://www.thenational.scot/.../18654115.unsung.../...

[grizzlyofthesea]

Let's celebrate the Thanksgiving weekend by talking about the first Japanese Vocaloid ever, MEIKO!

MEIKO celebrated her 20th anniversary earlier this month. It's pretty crazy to think that we've been making the silly computer software sing for so long, but here we are. She still sounds great, too, even if she is supposedly difficult to work with. If you know what you're doing, she's awesome. (My favorite MEIKO original is "Kowase Kowase." It really takes advantage of her lower range and makes her sound fierce.)

You know the drill. We have four very similar--but still slightly different--designs to choose from.